The room was busy with Asgardian doctors, all frustrated with the unknown identity of the new affliction. The hustle had seemed to be dying down, but the King's presence had vitalized a new, concocted attentiveness. Odin strikes his staff to the ground, parting the seas of workers to create a clear path to the table where Jane lies.

All but three workers leave the site, giving a visual to their performance.

"That's a quantum field generator isn't it?" I couldn't help myself. I quickly walk past both Thor and Odin to reach the table, completely enthralled in my own curiosity.

One of the workers looks me in the eye, almost disgusted by my slight intrusion. "It's a soul forge."

"Does a soul forge transfer molecular energy from one place to another?" Jane speaks, almost defensively for me, but curious herself.

"...Yes."

We both look to each other with wide, childish smiles. "Quantum field generator."

"I didn't think this was possible."

"I have spent years trying to build one. I took me five years just to conceptualize the quantum field. Nothing here abides by our unit of quanta-"

"It's completely surpassed any relationship with subatomic dimensions that we have anticipated for the next few decades!"

"It's on a realm base, not field. It's incredible. Did you walk through town? The magnetic propulsion in their children's toys alone would revolutionize Earth's understanding of quantum physics."

"I've been writing it all down-"

Thor steps up to the table to clear his throat, making us both aware of our surroundings again. The doctors, the guards, and Odin all stare at the space between us, rather vexed themselves.

We smile and address each other more calmly.

"Safiya."

"Jane."

Thor's hands fall softly into Jane's as he seems more worried than she does at the moment. "Have there been any new developments?"

Odin moves towards the three of us, silencing even the slightest of noise. It seems no answer would suffice over his own inference.

He runs his hand over Jane's forearm, revealing a glowing red energy running through her veins. Thor cups Jane's face in his overwhelmingly strong hand. It's ironic that the only way I have seen him use its power is for comfort. "She will stay as long as she needs. She is ill."

"She is mortal. Illness is their defining trait." Odin drops her arm and moves towards the doorway. Though his treatment is much less than altruistic, his lack of remorse is entertaining. My mouth opens slightly to hold back a laugh.

"Come." He booms as he walks out the door. "The Aether has found a host."

The three of us follow Odin mindlessly into his study which is decorated by the history of the nine realms. I spin to gaze upon every aspect of the room, relishing in the astronomical enthusiasm I had left in the past. Nostalgia, making me porous for only a few more moments.

"There are relics, that predate the universe itself. What lies within her appears to be one of them." Odin starts, pulling a book from the shelf and placing it on the center table. "The nine realms are not eternal. They had a dawn, as they will have a dusk. But before that dawn, the dark forces, the dark elves, reigned absolute and unchallenged."

He stops at a page that animates itself, playing out the fate of this relics power before we get to see it for ourselves.

"Their leader Malekith, made a weapon out of that darkness and it was called the Aether. While the other relics often appear as stones, the Aether is fluid and ever changing. It changes matter into dark matter. It seeks out host bodies, drawing strength from their life force."

The eyes of both men fall to Jane, who shifts in her stance at the sudden attention. It seems the extent of its power and, more significantly to Thor, what it will do to Jane can be left unsaid. I move from the table delicately, examining the hidden secrets in this room without the deducing eyes as Odin continues.

"Malekith set to use the Aether's power to return the universe to one of darkness. But, after eternities of bloodshed, my father, Bor, finally triumphed, ushering in a peace that lasted thousands of years."

Jane speaks up, eager to get answers for present day. "What happened?"

"He killed them all."

I give a quick laugh with my back turned to Odin. "Peaceful." I turn only enough for them to see my smile as I continue to walk around.

Thor, sensing the tension, continues the conversation. "Are you certain? The Aether was said to be destroyed with them and yet here it is."

"The dark elves are dead."

At this point, Jane has had enough of the stories. Showing little regard for his status, she cuts Odin's phrase short. "Does your book happen to mention how to get it out of me?"

Odin looks to her bitterly, clearly having enough of the noncompliance of Midgardian woman. "No, it does not." He closes the book and waves to the guards to follow him on his way out, leaving me, Jane, and Thor with context and no direction.

Thor quickly locks his attention to Jane as they speak novels without saying a word. I quietly leave the room, careful not to ruin their looks of endearment. More importantly, I have to digest the information Odin had just fed me on a silver platter.

Here surfaces another relic, the third one to catch my appraisal in less than a week. Packaged so carefully into the mold of what as well be my former self, nonetheless.

It taunts me. Why?

If its purpose is not found for another century, it has still worked to throw my reality back in my face. I have been stalling. It plays my story in front of me, urging me to engage so it can show me once more how I can bring nothing but its abolition.

At this time, the sun has set, freeing me from the constraint of daytime. My counterfeit smile slips into the cold default as it does not need to pretend to be light any longer. I am clear, I am focused, I am with the night once more.

I quicken my pace down the gold encrusted hallways, questioning whether or not the floors would crack if I step harder, exposing Asgard's true foundation of pretense and deceit.

I slip into my armor once I reach my room, it forming to my body, having dreadfully missed its only sense of purpose. It's energy meets with the willingness of my skin, arming every nerve with forceful pulses of conviction. There is only one place my being will go.

I march back down the hallways, now with the burning desire to melt every wall and strike down every column myself. Something needs to fall. I have unfinished business and my black crux has acknowledged how long I have held the debt. A week with no answers. A week with loose ends.

The guards on either end of the prison doors dared not to test my assertive demeanor. They open them for me with no query to my intent as I walk beyond. The noise of the prisoners get louder with each step. Chaos just beyond another set of doors. I gladly push them open, allowing the commotion to pour into the next room. There I stand with a deep breath of the pure energy of sin. My eyes slightly close as I make full transition - a state I had not met for a while.

My mind and body become one, the full transition completing in beautiful unpredictability. I am me again. Complete darkness.

I walk only two cell lengths, two cells of provocative shouting, before I feel two hands snake around my waist.

"Now there is only one reason why such a fine piece would be found in the Asgardian prisons. Have you been a bad-"

I take out my dagger and effortlessly slice up his shoulder, cutting the guards arm clean off his body. My expression shows no interest in entertaining him or anyone else, even for fun. The room falls deathly silent with only the echo of my footsteps overwhelming the ears of the entire prison.

"Yes." I smirk forward at nobody in particular as I respond. "I have."

The room remained silent until I reached my destination. One man started to whisper as they all suddenly grew more confident building off of one another. As for my intended victim, he had seemed rather unbothered.

A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he sensed my presence, glad to have associated the altercation with me. He caught the object he had been tossing and set it to the side.

I take a seat in front of his cell as we both wait for the other to break the silence, testing our fierce stubbornness. He lays, hands together atop his chest as I clean my dagger of blood.

My eyes watch him as I wipe my sleeve up and down the blade. He remains still, quiet, yet you can almost hear all the thoughts running through his head. His chaos is calculated, which makes it more than the word itself. It's as if every move he makes is intentional. Even being locked in this cell. It's a wonderful mask to wear, whether it be true or not.

He closes his eyes as he brings both hands under his head. "Your stare is incessant."

"Don't flatter yourself. This is not my first choice for a view."

"Your voice is just as maddening."

"Yet my neck is still sore."

"Mm." He hums under a growing smirk. He moves swiftly off the bed to find his pace, glossing over the cells to watch the attention of each prisoner before addressing me.

"They talk of you down here. Your name is whispered up and down these halls with the weight of Valhalla's promise if they dare say it too loud. You're an enigma they are frightened to solve. It almost has their respect."

"Frightened?" An eyebrow raises well above the other. "I've done nothing of notability since I arrived."

"Aside from when you just detached the guards arm a minute ago," He says tilting his head towards the direction, "You brought me here."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I wouldn't say you're defeated."

"Oh I agree." His smirk plays at a full smile. "But that isn't what's important."

He starts towards the glass predatorily. The tone of our conversation changes with each of his steps, yet I make sure to stay seated as long as possible. He starts again when the magical pulses of the cells wall is just in reach.

"You make me look weak." He spits. "The way you walk the halls while I sit on display as Asgard's fallen adversary. A trophy for which they did not win."

"Oh..and that is solely my fault? You may think to be stronger than you actually are."

He laughs wickedly under his breath. "You have no idea what you have started."

I jump out of my seat and make my way to the polished wall, biting the insides of my cheeks to keep my composure. "What are you waiting for?"

"Timing," He rushed out. "The control I have within this cell is close to match to that I have out of it."

He inches closer as he sees me stand. "I would enjoy the time you have left. It's rather unproductive to be toying with a god." His voice slows as his eyes start to trace my jawline. "A god who knows how to get anyone begging for my commands."

The agitation starts to fume through my words. "I have yet to see anything close to that. Quite frankly, I have not seen anything remarkable in general."

"Would you like to?" The silky tone sent chills up my spine. It was artfully threatening and enticing at the same time.

"Please." Our faces, now millimeters away from the glass itself are filled with a targeted rage. The devil dances in his eyes. I smile to my profane benefactor. "Don't hold back."

His jaw tightly clenches, defining his chiseled structure and sending some unconscious words back down his throat. He whispers with a deep, growling voice. "The time will come when I bring you the chaos we both know you can not resist. Your cravings will feed me as you slowly begin to willfully submit."

His eyes drill deeper into the souls of mine as if he were trying to reach someone else that stayed hidden within me. "Before I send you down to Hell, be sure to tell him that your worst had not even touched my tenacity. He need not test me dare he try again."

I smirk, masking my confusion to who exactly he thinks I am, but I will play into whatever makes it under his skin.

My eyes shamelessly roam around his neck before studying every line of his face. Resorting to a ludic whisper, I speak directly to his eyes. "Give me a reason for my fascination, and I promise you the most beautiful death."

I move away from the glass and start back down the hallway, giving myself time to breath away from his overwhelming stare.

The prisoners hush again as I walk by their cells, hoping to not be acknowledged by my new degree of rage. I have hundreds to choose from yet I struggle for power over one man. I needed a win...a something..a conclusion.

Waiting for me outside of my room was a different guard. Tall, dark, and handsome as if it mattered at this point. I smile as I approach him, merciless to my unfortunate casualty. He smiles back, eyes following mine until I stand right in front of him.

I look him up and down flirtatiously before putting my hand on his chest. His eyes move rapidly up and down the halls, scared at what the scene would show to others.

"Want to come in?" I say rather innocently.

"Ms. Natalle, I couldn't..."

"Couldn't what?" I interrupt, inching my lips closer to his.

His breathing quickens as I feel his heart beat faster, his mouth growing more wanting.

"C-We can't engage. Strict instruction from the Allfather."

"That's a shame." I sigh dramatically as I push off his chest. "I guess I'll have to take care of this problem myself."

His pants start to grow tighter as I rake my eyes over his body. Nothing I see is impressive or even desirable, but I needed some kind of release before this rage started to eat me alive.

Seduction is second nature, just as I'm fluent in many other languages . It's a skill I have mastered, and a skill just as deadly as the others.

I must have done a good enough job at looking interested, for he grabs my waist seconds later and pushes us through the door. I slam the double doors behind me as I push him deep into the room. It's always a little pitiful when they enter their own spellbinding trap, but a predator rarely mourns inadequacy.

I strip myself of my clothes slowly as I watch his reactions. His weaknesses, where he likes to be touched, what movement makes him the most aroused. All can be seen on the surface of his face. He starts with his own clothes with his fuming impatience. I smile when he's done and lean myself against the wall.

"Come."

He quickly moves towards me as if his hesitance would have him executed. I grab his head and push him down to his knees. One foot steps on his shoulder, opening myself up to his wanting mouth. He waits no longer. He grips his hands on my waist as he buries himself in what seems to be his fountain of youth. He sucks, bites, licks like it was giving him something he has waited all his life for.

This wasn't working. My irritation has consumed any thought that came through my mind, twisting it to its own conviction. The gods threats are not empty, but they needed to come sooner. He needed to get out of that cell.

He has snaked his way under my skin. An itch that cannot be scratched. He needs to fall before I lose my mind.

I move my leg to the guards chest as I kick him down on the floor. His breaths are heavy, yet he would let me rid of any ability to breath at all. "You are... divine."

I force any smile to reach my face to avoid rolling my eyes. "Sit." I say, nodding to the chair behind him.

He abides as I work to exploit any manhood left in him. I grind him for a few moments as I attack his neck, softening his judgement, getting him to want to tell me his darkest secrets. I kiss my way to his ear, whispering temptation of betrayal. "Why are you sent to watch me? What does Odin want?"

"I can't say."

I move to take in his shaft, riding it tormentingly slow. He throws his head back from the sensation. I grab a fistful of his hair as he grows restless.

"Answer my question." I start to speed up, giving him a taste of what he could have.

"Oh..my god..." He hands dig stronger into my skin. "Please...I can't say..I'd be a traitor."

"Then you're in great company." I grab his neck and work on his sweet spot, sending him onto another level of pleasure. I whisper again. "I won't bite unless you want me to."

"He doesn't trus-..fuck.. oh my-He doesn't trust you. He doesn't want you two- god- he thinks you two should be separate."

"Who?"

"You and Prince Loki."

I grab his jaw in a tight, strong grip to make him look up at me. "Why?

"I don't- holy shit- Don't stop!"

"Oh my gods you're useless." I reach down to grab my dagger and run it through his shoulder, throwing all my rage behind the swing. I leave his scream to get dressed, feeling unsatisfied with everything. The guards very presence has annoyed me. I walk back over after I fully dress and take my dagger out of his shoulder, throwing him a towel for the blood a few seconds later.

He looks in utter astonishment, staying seated as if I have something else to give him.

"Leave." I say, as if he should have done it already.