Growing up on Asgard was one thing, but being the daughter of Loki was another. Layla grew up learning magic, but was never fond of her father's ways. What happens when Loki looses Layla to who knows where?
Two bad groups of people want her. No...
Layla's POV I decided that if I'm going to blend I need to look like the people here. I grab a purple long sleeve dress that goes to my feet making sure the stand owner wasn't looking. I head to a restaurant and ask where the bathroom is. I enter into one of the stalls and put on the dress throwing my other clothes away. I wrap my head in the scarf that I got earlier. Checking in the mirror I adjust my scarf to hide everything but my face and take out my brown contacts. Those things get irritating!!How do women live in these!? I'm already sweating!! I think to myself. Walking out of the restaurant most people don't give me any notice. I keep walking in the direction of the airport. I'm walking along looking at the beautiful sites. "India is so beautiful!" I mumble to myself. "I believe so too." A deep voice says behind me. I knew there was someone following me!! I turn to see a very built man with blonde hair in what seems to be American attire. He has very bright blue eyes- almost making you feel like you are stranded in an ocean with nothing around you but sea. He smiles a smile that makes you want to smile with him.
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"Who are you?" I ask. A look of disappointment crosses over his face. His pace slows to a stop. I take this as an opportunity to run. I run as fast as I am able to in a dress and make it to an alley. I make sure my panting is not very loud and catch my breath. Who was that guy? He looked like he knew me. "You," The mystery guy points to me out of breath, "Are fast!" He says catching his breath. "Layla, do you not remember me?" He asks. His eyes show a great deal of sadness. "No, I don't" I say slowly. I start backing up. Thankfully all the alleys don't have two entrances. *thud* Crap!! I hit a dead end. No, no, no, no!!! The mystery guy comes over and recognition hits me like a brick to the head. He's Thor!! "Oh no!" I mutter under my breath. "You're Thor." I say in unbelief. "If you're Thor then where's you're hammer?" I question quizzically. "Oh, that thing? It's right here!" He pulls out a little, made-for-kids, umbrella. My bottom jaw drops probably all the way to the ground. I start laughing. "That's your hammer??"" I stutter out through laughs. He looks at me with an unamused expression. Ending my episode of laughter I clear my throat. "Sorry but I don't plan to go anywhere with you." I say straight- faces. The expression I show now is an expression that shows nothing of the episode I pulled a mere 30 seconds ago. "See you later? Yeah, I will." I reply with a smirk and leave the alley with a dumbfounded Thor. Where is the airport?!! I think with an angry expression on my face. I am briskly walking towards the airport but I can't seem to find where it is. It's very noisy over here. "Woah!" I yell as I get dragged behind a stand into a rug store. My mouth is covered by a very large hand and I'm looking face to face with a crouching Thor. He examines me then picks me up throwing me over his shoulder so he is only holding my legs. He skillfully put my arms by my legs so he could hold them. I try to tell only to feel duct tape around my mouth. Screw smart people!! He takes me through a bunch of alleys avoiding main streets. He gets to a certain alley and takes out his hammer. He spins the hammer and we go flying. Ahhhhhhh!! Help me!! "Mshsjvejvsj!!" I obviously yell gibberish. *Approximately 1 hour later* I feel sick. He drops me and ties my arms in front of. He rips off the duct tape. I am so close to throwing up. I sure I look green. I'm swaying back and forth because of the nausea. I feel it. I double over and throw up in front of me. I feel slightly better. My eyes were closed this whole time. I slowly open them only to snap them shut again. "This is a dream! This is a dream! This is a dream!" I mutter under my breath. I open my eyes again and see all the Avengers looking at me then at the throw up. "Sorry?" I mumble. At that moment I dash to the door and collapse due to the stupid nausea. "Ow...." I roll onto my back and look at the gray ceiling. Stupid flying sickness!! I close my eyes to relive the nausea. It feels better to be laying on the floor. I smile contentedly. "What are you smiling like an idiot for?" Someone asks. My eyes pop open and a huge wave of nausea hits me like a bulldozer. I turn to my side and yet again empty the contents of my stomach. I roll over multiple times to avoid laying in my own throw up. Someone picks me up by my hands. "Keep doing that and you'll have some pleasant material all over you. It would be like a momma bird giving a baby bird food." I say through tightly closed eyes. I smile happily when I feel a cushioned couch under my butt and behind my back. I open my eyes and the first thing I see is Thor staring at me. I jump back only to tip the couch over. "That was fun." I mumble through gritted teeth. "Stupid easily moved couches!" I growl. I feel the couch move. I look to my right to see Captain America picking up the couch. I frown. "I was supposed to come later...." "So, how is life at Hydra?" He asks. "Layla." "I don't what you're talking about." I lie. "Who's Layla??" Captain grabs my tied hands and drags me to the elevator. When he dragged me up I almost fell face flat on the floor. We go to the last level and he nods to some guards who turn pale when they see me. "Wait let me do something." Captain says and licks his finger wiping off my makeup. I scrunch my nose up in disgust. We keep walking and we all up to a cell with a black haired guy inside. He looks to be lost in thought. Captain clears his throat and the prisoner slowly lifts his head. He meets Captain's eyes and then his eyes dart over to mine. They are a vibrant green like mine. His black hair reaches past his shoulders and is disheveled. He's wearing a gray t-shirt and black skinny jeans. His skin is extremely pale. "Remember her?" Captain says making me jump a little at his suddenly anger filled voice. Loki's POV "Remember her?!" Captain says with anger filling his voice. I stare at the girl dumbfounded. It couldn't be. Could it? She has short black and messy hair. Her vibrant green eyes show uneasiness. She doesn't show any recognition of who I am! I nod to Captain's question. She looks even more confused. She tries to pull away from Captain's grip only for his grip to tighten. She looks petrified. Suddenly an illusion fills my head I clear it from me and see she is running from a Captain America that is stuck in a trance. She vigorously hits the elevator buttons like the guards had the other night. Right when the door closes Captain snaps out of it and runs to the closed doors.
~A\N Hey again! Hope this was good! Have an amazing rest of your day! Until next update! Don't forget to leave comments on what you think I should do next!! I know the song has nothing to do with this chapter, but I just like it!
