Unlike Loki

Chapter 45

(Harry)

I think Mother was starting to worry about me. 

Actually, I knew she was. She'd said so several times, constantly trying to get me out of the house. 

I had been holed up in my room for almost a month now, making the maids clean around me, and the butler bring me my meals. 

I had to find her. 

I had to. Papers and maps and reports were pinned all over my walls. And I had a lot of wall space. And they were all about her. I even had a copy of her birth certificate. But I couldn't seem to find any other hospital records. She'd never been deathly ill, or broken a bone even. I'd broken many. None my own of course, but still. And there weren't many school records to go on, since she'd been homeschooled by her mother. 

I knew she was in Asgard. I knew it was Loki that had taken her. But it just didn't add up. Loki was supposed to be locked up, banished, maybe dead. And I would have just concluded that she was with Loki, that he just wanted to be the nasty little devil he was. But then there was the trademark Asgard symbols burned into the Earth when he used the Bifrost. So that meant one of two things right there: He had either forced someone to open the bridge, or someone was working for him. And not only that, but why take her? Why go through all the trouble? Yes, she had amazing powers, but so did he. Hell, he'd tried to take over the world via New York. All she'd ever done was a little damage and a massacre in the desert. It just didn't add up. 

And it's not like we could go running to Thor and say his brother had stolen our human experiment. One, because no one knew where the Asgardian was, and second, because no one was allowed to know about her. And if we told Thor, the whole operation would be ruined, we'd be found out. And we weren't ready for that just yet. 

So my problem was how to get her back. Whether it be going to Asgard myself, or finding someone to go there for me. 

But no one just went to Asgard. That was my problem. But there had to be a loop-hole. Somewhere. 

I screamed in frustration. And then came an incessent knock on my door. I walked over to my door and threw it open. It was Dr. Martinez. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. 

She walked into my room without permission, pushing past me. "Because my head's quite literally on the line at the moment." She took a deep breath. "And because I have an idea." She shoved a vial of dark red liquid at me.

"What's this?" I knew it was blood but--

"Asgardian blood." She smiled, almost evilly. "When Thor was taken to the hospital years back by Jane Foster, they took a blood sample but never got around to doing anything with it before he broke out. And I've aquired it." She waved her hand in a circular motion in front of her, telling me to finish the plan, to see if I was thinking the same thing she was. 

And I most certainly was.