"Ugh..."
A pained groan escaped Loki's lips. He opened his eyes slightly, adjusting to the light around him.
Where am I?
A figure stood with her back to him. Even though he had no interest in women, her graceful curves made him take a second look.
She was talking to a young-looking man. Her voice was lovely, though her tone sounded somewhat angry.
"Mortal... where am I?"
Even knowing he was a prisoner, Loki refused to submit. He remembered being knocked to the ground by that old man named Erik, who had been controlling a strange suit of Armor.
He had barely gotten up, before he could cast a spell, when he heard a strange roar. His last memory was of a huge green hand reaching for him. After that, he had ended up in this room.
The two people talking heard his voice.
They both turned to look at him.
When the woman with the graceful figure turned around, Loki felt as though lightning had struck him.
"You..."
It wasn't because she was so beautiful, but because she felt strangely familiar. Yet he swore he had never seen this woman before.
"You're awake?"
She walked over to him with a faint smile, her eyes shining with delighted surprise.
"How are you feeling now? Hulk was far too rough."
Her gentle voice felt like a warm spring breeze washing over him. He stared into her eyes, trying to see through her, with no time to spare for the other man in the room.
Nor did he notice the man's expression as he struggled not to laugh.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
Perhaps she had shaken him so badly that he even forgot to call her a mortal.
The woman's expression froze for a moment at his words, then her