Gasoline

First Encounter

My footsteps echoed in my ears like tribal drums. I swung the door open and immediately came face to face with two guards. Neither of them looked directly at me and both had a gold glow to their eyes. It was almost as if they were looking into different universes.

"State your business here," The man on the left said. I heard cries of intrigue ring out further down the hall.

"The Queen has sent me to look after Loki," I explained quietly. I did not know how near or far from him I was and I didn't want him to have any idea of what I was like until I was stood in front of him. First impressions, at least on earth, can make or break your encounter with someone.

"Very well. He can be located on the ninth floor down. I must warn you to be careful. we do not have many guards in the area and if anything were to happen we may not be able to rescue you," The man on the right said still not looking directly at me.

"So I have been told," I muttered while walking past them. Many of the prisoners banged on the holographic cages and tried to pull my attention toward them but I kept my head down and watched my step. My mother once told me a story about the prison here and how they were laced with traps and bombs in the floors. She said many fell victim solely due to the face that they did not watch where they were walking. I thought it was a story about being aware of your surroundings but I walked more cautiously now. The walkway twisted and turned and I could feel myself going lower and lower into the ground. Soon there were only two or three cells per floor. I found only one on the ninth floor. It took up nearly the entire room and there was a man facing the wall his back turned toward me. The number on the cell read 64 and I knew I had found him.

"Yes mortal?" The man said as I approached the cell.

"My name is Frey. The Queen has sent me to attend to you. Apparently I am to watch over you from here on out," I said taking a seat on the cold floor. My dress flowed out around me. The young God, from what I could see, was extremely slim but still fit and his hair was jet black. The complete opposite of his brother. He wore a loose green shirt and gray pants. His cell was neatly organized. I felt compelled to get closer to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame that was made of gasoline. A flame I feared would not go out any time soon.

"Oh my mother sent you did she? You aren't simply using her as a cover? I know that all of you mid-guardians are curious about the man who destroyed New York. You are probably here to just see me caged. Instant gratification to see the man so responsible for destruction imprisoned," Loki said spinning around. His blue eyes pierced into mine. How did he know I was of Midguard?

"Do not forget our first encounter. I heard everything my brother said about you being "volentold" to come to Asgard. No matter, Mid-guardians never last long here. Your mortal bodies can't handle it," Loki said mocking me. I heard my fathers voice in my head telling me to show him who I really was.

"Do not mock me prisoner. You forget I have been put in charge of you. Angering me would not be smart," I said standing now and coming closer to the beast locked in the cage.

"Why is it not smart? I'm in here and you are out there. Your feeble human body isn't a match for my many ways of torture. Not to mention I still have my magic," Loki said with a predatory look in his eyes.

"Listen i'm just here to be a secondary prison guard. I have no interest in discussing torture with you," I said my mind racing at the thought.

"Yes yes, a small human in charge of the God of Mischief. What will my Idiot father think of next?" Loki said looking away from me now.

"DO NOT MOCK THE KING. I will see to it that his will be carried out. No matter how much pain it brings you or me," I said starting to become irritated.