I sit alone in dark room hands bound behind my back. All I see is blackness, my eyes not quite yet ajusted to the feeling. I hear voices come from the hall outside followed by footsteps leading to the door.
"So you made sure she was secure right?" A deep rich voice said.
"Yes sir." the 2nd man replied.
"Thank you, that'll be all." the 1st man spoke again.
The door in front of me opened and there stood the tall long dark hair man that I had made eye contact with earlier tonight.
"So little lady what's your name?" He asked.
"My name is Elizabeth." I replied
"Uh. You don't have a German accent. Where are you from?" He said as he moved across the floor resting his hands on the arm rests of the chair.
"I'm from the U.S., Florida to be specific. What's your name and where are you from." I retorted leaning up and into his face closer trying to insinuate the motion he had made only moments ago.
"I am Loki of Asgard and I am burdened with a glorious purpose." He said holding his arms out in a grandiose motion like he was a king or something.
"Uh huh. Well am I going to sit here all night with my hands tied behind my back or are you going to untie them and deal with me some other way." I said twisting my hands behind my back trying to let Loki know that the rope is cutting into my wrists.
"Oh you're a feisty little one aren't you pet I like it." He said leaning in close to my face, maybe just a little too close.
"I'm not your pet so don't call me that." I fired back at him.
"Mm, not yet you're not, and believe me when I say this, you will soon belong to me." He made a quick motion and the rope around my wrists was suddenly gone. He picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the room and into a portal of some sort that took us straight up and in few seconds we had stopped and I was back on my feet.
"Welcome to Asgard my lovely little one." He said wrapping an arm around my waist pulling me close to him