meowww! mrrow!! mrrp.

*Sun prances after, bubbly on his feet. He smiles and nods, reassuring the small cat he was still there. He laughs at the meows, and fidgets with a loose string on the hem of his pants. The air was cool, and the sky was reddish blue, the sun only now setting. He hummed and the street lights flickered on as they walked, he could only ponder where they were heading to, but didnt ask, not wanting to be impatient.*

Hm.

DOSSIER #709

R.V.A CASE LL-23.2 & DX-23.5 | NEW YORK CITY, 2012

"I believe you might be lost."

The ragged, daring sneer that crosses your lips speaks to time wasted away in the abyss of time and space; lost and forgotten. But you have not forgotten. No, no, you have purpose.

Glorious purpose.

And this Midgardian man is in your way of it.

"Step aside," you hiss as the staff in your hand is twirled to level dangerously at this throat, "Or I'll make a mess of your pretty little face..."

The man's hands fly upwards, but he leans back on his heels. His coat flutters as he lifts his chin and swallows down a glimmer of nervousness at the staff, glowing azure, pointed at his throat. It's cold. He can feel the sharp prick against his neck.

Your gaze narrows on his badge.

"Dr. Laufeyson."

He supposes he's never seen a woman like you — some war-torn, hellbent princess on a mission to obtain the Tesseract just beyond him in the containment chamber. He's never seen power, fury, and threat wrapped so nicely in a wickedly beautiful form.

The kohl around your lashes runs dark rings around your hollow, tired eyes. Loki can see the a milky haze there.

The scientist clears his throat, and wet his lips.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Is it?" you snap, dropping the staff as you eye the lab — and Dr. Laufeyson's doting little friend follows each step you take into the dim room, "There's still time to disprove that."

"Perhaps," comes the tepid reply as he follows, a few feet behind, "Though, I have no intention of coming between you and your goal."

You turn on a heel. Intricate plaits swing, decorated with rings and leather, and your eyes are set in amusement. Like a cat playing with a mouse. You tilt your head.

Loki inhales sharply.

"No?" you ask playfully, yet venomous, "I can't imagine you do."

"Who are you?" he asks suddenly, his friendly facade falling.

You see a glimmer of something there. Promise. Oh, he has fire. Perhaps you should take him along? String his heart into the web of control the staff has weaved. He'd make a fine addition. Easy on the eyes. Handsome.

You reach, secure his face in your hands, and hold his gaze.

Your teeth flash.

"I am Asgard's forgotten daughter, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."