157 days
One hundred and fifty seven days. That’s how long I’ve been trapped in this glorified fish bowl in the middle of a dark but otherwise empty room.
Why was I even here? That was a bit of a rhetorical question, I know exactly why I’m here but it’s a stupid reason to capture someone and keep them as a hostage for almost 6 months. Then again, I’d seen much worse happen to people for far lesser crimes back home, at least I’m still alive right now. Still though, it was a case of humans sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong. Sure, I’m on their planet when they have made it exceedingly clear that they want nothing to do with any kind of magic users on their planet after the whole Chitari problem they had a few years back, but it’s not like I came here willingly.
It had been nearly two weeks since the last interaction I had had with anyone other than the machine bringing me food, not that I minded. Originally the interactions hadn’t been that bad. A blonde man, or sometimes a redheaded woman, on occasion both, would come in and talk calmly, if not a bit coldly, stopping every once in a while to wait for a response I would assume. And every time I would blankly look at them in silence, as if I were looking straight through them. Eventually the redhead stopped coming and it was only the blonde man, though occasionally a brunet who just had an air of arrogance around him would come in as well. The brunet wasn’t an issue, more often than not he would just sit across from the bubble and observe me. He didn’t mind the way I ignored him, the way I seemed to space off to another planet while he spoke. The blond man however, minded a lot. After about a month or two of the blond man coming in once or twice a week and getting nothing out of me he lost his calm and collected way of speaking. It turned from icy but calm words to angered shouts and banging on the wall of the bubble as if I were a fish in a bowl.
Before his childish tantrums had begun I had considered interacting with my captors, but once the yelling had begun I shut those thoughts out immediately. It’s not like I could interact with them much in general, I had no idea what they were saying. I’m not even sure what language midgardians speak in this area of the Earth, that would require knowing where I was first.
So instead of interacting or even acknowledging I meditated, I meditated for hours every day though mostly when there were people here. There’s not much to do in here, might as well keep my mind strong.
Suddenly, I hear a lock click- effectively snapping me out of my meditations, though I keep my face still so as to not notify those entering the room that I’m aware of them. Two men enter the room, one being the arrogant brunet and the other being a blond whose aura I recognize as Asgardian. The two talk amongst themselves while I continue fake meditating, though it has mostly turned into me trying to calm myself down. Just because I recognize he's Asgardian doesn't mean he has any idea of who I am, especially not with the glamor that's hidden my features for years. The two men seemingly finish their conversation before their attention turns to me. My facade fails as I snap my eyes up to meet the two, seemingly shocking the brunet. With a nudge, the blond steps forward and I quickly make my way up off the floor to stand just in front of the barrier opposite him.
Before he’s able to say anything, I fall into a deep curtsy that absolutely gives off an energy of sarcasm before speaking the first words since leaving my home all those years ago.
“ Asgardian”
Tony stood and watched tensely as the prisoner stood and walked to just in front of where Thor was standing. This was fantastic, he had spent hours not only observing her in person but reviewing all the footage of her they had, which was quite a lot considering the cameras running 24/7, and yet had never seen her acknowledge another person before, let alone stand this close to one. Could this be it? Was she going to speak? Oh that would be just perfect if she would on-
“Äskärdhiksä”
SHE SPOKE! It wasn’t a language Tony recognized but given her status as magic alien that wasn’t unexpected. Thor, however, did seem to understand what she said and it seemed to deeply unsettle the God if the way he turned and rushed from the room was anything to go off of.
After catching up to him in the hallway, Tony was quick to start asking questions, “What just happened in there? That was amazing, she spoke. Why’d you leave? Maybe we can get her to speak ag-”
“She knows who I am. I know her, I’m certain though I can’t place my finger on where from. That curtsy was a curtsy from the Asgardian courts and she said ‘Asgardian’ though her accent was not of Asgard.”
That was a lot of information for Tony to digest all at once, only for Thor to drop a second bomb on him.
“I need help only one person can provide. I need Loki here”