Frost Chapter 3"What do you mean by that?" Loki was looking coldly at me.
"You can't really be a god." I restrained myself from running. "Gods don't break into government labs and take weird government tech." Trying to be a smart ass wasn't going to get me anywhere.
"You don't think I am a god?" Loki still seemed angry but he almost seemed to be amused as well. "I defeated thirty men single handedly, and you deny me being a god?"
Again, he had a point. "Well That staff of yours did all the work."
"And how would I come to possess a staff that can kill people with a single shock?" His breath was on my face again, causing me to blush.
"Uhh . Internet?"
He smirked. "Humor won't get you anywhere, Iss."
"Well I wouldn't be able to tell anyway. I've never met a god before. I still don't believe you." I looked directly into his eyes.
"Stubborn aren't we?"
"Extremely." I felt my nose touch his and then I backed up.
Loki understood humor. Somewhat anyway. Now only if his understanding of
Avengers: Frost Chpt: 2I woke up incredibly hungry. My stomach growled like a dragon as I sat up. I sighed heavily, a puff of fog escaping my soft lips. I looked down at my feet and sighed again, more fog escaping my lips. No rescue. No food. No shower.
I looked at my long dyed hair and rolled my eyes. At least two days had passed and it looked like absolute crap. I got up and stretched. God, I needed food. I walked about six steps when Loki appeared in front of me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, smirking.
"I need a shower. And food." I said bluntly. I needed the shower most though, I might be able to escape that way
Loki took two steps toward me, I realized then that he was a foot taller than me. He chuckled, looking down into my eyes.
"What's so funny?" I asked, sounding somewhat irked. I really wanted to escape.
"You're planning something in that little head of yours." he poked my head. "Whatever it is, it will not work."
Alright, that means it was time to improvise. All I needed was s
Avengers: FrostMy breath fogged up the window as I breathed. It wasn't cold, it was July in New York City, and I was on the thirteenth floor of my apartment building. I had woken up with the same nightmare I'd been having for the past month. Giant ships crossing the skies, buildings exploding, evil maniacal laughter, and fire. Lots of fire.
I looked at my palms and breathed on them slowly, trying to calm myself down. My long porcelain fingers were burning, I must've come down with another fever. My immune system must be pretty damn weak. I slowly walked to the door and into the hallway, gosh it was hotter out here then in my room. I crept over to the bathroom quietly, so as not to wake up my "father". I turned on the light in the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My ice blue eyes were still red from tears, sweat was dripping off my snow-like skin and dyed black hair was fading again. I dyed it so people didn't think I was albino, even though I thought I was. Being an albino classifies you