Loki's Throne

Ch. 10

And at that, the wound in my stomach started to throb.

"Fuck."

....

~Alex's p.o.v.~

I sit in my room after just waking up. God, I think my headache's worst.

I open the closet, wanting to wear a simple camiseta y jeans. I sigh as I look in my wardrobe.

"Asgardians," I mutter under my breath. What's so wrong with a t-shirt? I would've thought that shit was universal.

Instead of camisetas y jeans, I look at what appears to be dresses. They were all different colors, though most were green and gold. They're atleast foot-length, and I'm pretty sure a few of them would drag if I didn't wear heels.

Speaking of, if there were atleast 30 dresses, there were 50 pairs of heels. I almost fainted.

"Dear God, I've died and gone to heaven." I said, hand to my forehead.

"I see you like your wardrobe," a voice that didn't belong to me said. It was female and about as sharp as a sword.

I turned around sharply, making my head feel worst. Standing at the door was a woman, who looked about the same age as me, but was much taller. Her long, black hair was darker then mine, though not longer, and her pale skin looked as if it was glowing. She wore armor and had a sword on her belt. I guessed she was a warrior.

"Um, who are you?" I asked, trying not to sound freaked out that a woman who looked beautiful enough to be a goddess (in fact, she probably was a goddess) was at my door.

"My name is Lady Sif," she nodded her head in greeting, and I did the same. So much for handshakes and hugs in Asgard. "I take it you are the mortal that Odin has brought?"

"Um, yes, I am the mortal that Odin brought. I usually go by Alex, though." I responded, blushing from the fact that I just realized I was only wearing a shirt over my chones.

"Alex..." Sif said, rolling the name around on her tongue. "Pretty, though Midgardian."

"Thank you?" I said confused.

Sif laughed, a loud, powerful laugh. "Ah, Alex, I meant that as only a compliment. I could not care less whether you are Midgardian or not. The only thing I wanna know for sure is how well you can fight."

How well I can fight? I was trained by Black Widow and Hawkeye, if that tells you anything.

I smile. "Well, my suit I wear is hanging on that chair over there-" I point to the chair that holds my Avengers suit. "-but I doubt I can wear it here in Asgard."

Sif walks over and looks at the suit. She holds it up, grabbing at the material of the suit. "What is this even made of?" She asked curiously.

"Even I don't know," I reply, putting some shorts on. "S.H.I.E.L.D. made it for me after I had been-"

"Try it on," Sif demanded, handing me my suit. I raised my eyebrows lightly, but smiled, then turned to walk to the restroom.

....

"It's so tight," Sif said, examining the suit on my body. She pinched the material, trying to lift the suit up. It barely lifted, showing how tight it was.

"Yes, but you wouldn't believe how flexible it is," I brag. I'm not one for bragging, but I love my suit about as much as Tony loves Stark Tower.

Sif stands up, looking down at me, and I can tell by the way she's studying me. She then turns around and looks at the objects on my desk. "What are these?" She inquires.