My father summoned me, so I strode to the throne room and knelt respectfully, awaiting his command. His kind violet eyes smiled at me as I knelt.
"Fortis, my daughter," Thanos said kindly, and I stood up. I was wearing a zip-up tight-fitting jacket and leggings with belts filled with weapons. My bright blue hair fell over my shoulders in waves.
"What is your will, father?" I asked him. Thanos took something from his belt and I looked impassively at the whip he held. I knew it was not for me.
"A prisoner is residing in the lower chambers, resisting our questions. He may be the key to achieving my goal, daughter. We need him to work with us."
I took the whip and stuck it through my belt. Thanos put his hand on my cheek lovingly.
"Do not let me down."
I promised that I would not and he withdrew, leaving me to walk down to the chambers. The prisoner was in one of the highly guarded cells, guards standing around the three-layer vibranium walls. I nodded at them and they let me pass.
Through three sets of doors I walked, until I reached the glass of the actual cell and peered in. The prisoner glared back at me.
He was a young human-type man, with pale skin and delicious black locks that tumbled to his shoulders. His eyes were a green-blue colour and were framed with long black lashes. His body was slim yet strong, muscular in a discreet way. I was immediately interested.
I waved at the guards to let me in and they did so, leaving immediately afterward. I was trusted in this place, one of Thanos's highly ranked warrior children. I entered the cell and locked it behind me.
He was sitting on the bench in the corner, eyeing me off, his face impassive.
"Hmmm," I said thoughtfully, walking around him. My best skill was the ability to feel emotions, and this man was doing a good job at stopping me, but I was determined to break through. "You're not projecting, very wise. Is that... sadness?"
"What do you want from me?" he asked, standing up and moving toward me. I stood my ground, despite being a foot smaller. "I am a God, you foolish slave! And nothing you can say will make me want to..." I cut him off by pulling a dagger on him and holding it to his neck.
"Shut up," I hissed, snake-like. "We don't worship no gods here. So you might want to start talking real quick because things are about to get messy and you obviously don't want more pain."
"What did you say?" he asked, taken aback. I smiled wickedly.
"You project when you're angry."
His hand came up to grab a knife from my belt but I kicked out and sent it flying. Grabbing his hands, I shoved him back toward the bench. He stopped himself just in time and duplicates of himself surrounded me, but I knew they couldn't touch me. I threw a punch toward his face and the duplicates all disappeared.
"What's your name?" I asked, striding forward and pulling him up by his collar. His nose was bleeding from my punch, yet he managed to speak clearly and proudly.
"I am Loki, rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, Laufeyson."
I shoved him back so he was sitting on the bench and pinned his arms above his head. In a practiced move I swept his feet onto the bench and clapped cuffs on them, which attached themselves magnetically to the bench. He struggled against my grip but couldn't pull free.
"Well, Loki," I said, with another teasing smile. "It's time to commit to our cause, before I begin. You have one chance. Yes, or no."
"Never," he spat, still struggling beneath my arms, his wrists pinned to the bench above him in my steel grip. I sighed.
