Loki's Throne

Ch. 2

He kneels by my face and in the dark I can only see emerald eyes. I feel something sharp against my neck, and I realize he's using my knife to cut me.

I gasp, shocked so much I can't move, and he chuckles. "I'm gonna have fun with this."

And, in the blink of an eye, he's gone.

....

"So let me get this right," Fury says, pacing around the room. He looks a little pissed. "A random man walks into your house, past the alarms, holds you at knife point, and you do nothing?"

A little is an understatement.

"Well," I say, trying to think of a good excuse. "I was half asleep, I couldn't even see him, and he sounded handsome."

Nick scoffs. Dick.

"Did you hear that, Clint? He sounded handsome."

"Shut the fuck up, Fury, and get that stick out of your ass. It doesn't matter, it's only one thief-"

"Doesn't matter?" Fury yells. "If you can't even fight off a little thief, what makes me think you can fight off a fucking phsycomaniac god?" With that, he slams his hand against the table.

"Fine," I smirk. "Take me off the mission."

Fury looks to Clint and Natasha, who both shake their heads no. "As much as I'd like to, I can't. You're one of the only ones qualified enough to capture Loki."

Clint walks up behind my chair and whispers in my ear, "Plus, I know how much you'd like to get revenge."

At those words, I go into a mini flashback.

He grabs my father, dragging him towards the Dragon statue and flips him over onto the flat surface.

"Stop!" I yell. All three look at me confused. I shake my head and say quietly, "I gotta get ready to leave."

They let me go and soon as I walk out, I run into Steve.

"Cap!" I yell, wrapping my arms around him. He smiles. "Hey,"

But then he sees the tear running down my cheek. "What's wrong Alex? Was Fury too hard on you? I'll go kick his-"

"No, it wasn't Fury. It was my dad."

Steve understood immediately. "Any more flashbacks?"

I nod, holding him tighter. "Steve, I don't think therapy works as well as its cracked up to be."

Cap smiles. "Go see Bruce. He's a doctor."

"I don't think he's that kind of doctor," I smirk. "And Tony told me how well it went with Banner the last time he tried confessing with him."

Cap laughs, clapping me on the back, releasing me from his hold. "Get ready kiddo. You've got a villain to catch."

I walk backwards, saying, "He's also a psychomaniac god!"

....

"So, what is this anyway?" I ask, looking at the marks in the ground. They look alien...hope they're not from aliens. I don't want a real life AVP.

Clint answers me. "Marks from the Bifrost. Every time an Asgardian travels, the Bifrost leaves a mark."

"Wasn't the Bifrost broken?" Natasha asks.

"Guess not anymore." Clint shrugs. I sigh. Natasha and Clint both look at me, and I explain, "We need Thor."

"Fury's contacting him." Natasha says.

I bend a knee and kneel at the ground. But as soon as my knee hits the ground, I hear a voice saying, "That's right, kneel."

I jump up. "Did y'all hear that?"

"Hear what?" Clint asks, and Natasha looks at me like I've gone crazy.

"Nevermind" I say. Shit, they're gonna think I've gone crazy.

I kneel to the ground again, but this time all I hear is a chuckle. I do my best to ignore it.

I look at the marks and notice footprints. but the marks from the shoes don't match either mine, Natasha's or Clint's.

Right as I'm about to say something, a police car drives up, and a man comes out of it. "New York Police. Do y'all need any help?"

The man is dressed in a blue uniform and has his long hair tied in a chungle. His brilliant green eyes shine against his pale skin, and I can't help but think, Holy fucking fuck, you're amazingly sexy.

"Aye, que Rico," I exclaim and Natasha snorts. Clint does the talking.

"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Can you help us? Do you know what happened here?"

The officer shakes his head. "No...well, there is one officer back at HQ who saw what happened. I can take you to him."

"Thank you," Natasha says, and they walk towards the police car. The officer steps towards me, and for some reason, I look at his footprints.

Oh fucking SHIT.

"Ma'am," he says, bringing my knuckles to his lips, kissing softly. I think, God his lips are so soft and I bet they're kissable too.

But then I remember where I'm at, and who I'm dealing with, and I pull my knife out as the god says, "Officer Laufeyson at your service."

I spin his arm around, using my wrist for leverage, and turn him around, pulling him to where his back was against my chest, holding my knife to his throat.

Seeing my fight, Clint pulls out his bow and arrow, and Natasha her gun.

Loki chuckles, raising his hands up in surrender. "Alright," he says laughingly. "Alright, darling, you've got me."

Darling...

"For fucks sake, you're the one who broke into my house too?" I growl. The fuck? Can't I get a little bit of privacy without a fucking god walking in?

Clint walks up and puts handcuffs around Loki's wrists. "C'mon Loki, we're taking a field trip."