"So, what you mean to tell me is that this UFO is a magic hammer of the god of thunder." asked Coulson. Somehow his tone managed to intimidate me again.

"No, I'm not saying that." Not directly at least. I was a scientist but unlike Coulson, I was broad minded.

"I know Indians love religion and mythology, Dr Ray, but this is taking it too far." He said as he turned to leave.

He was the one who was taking it too far, I fumed. I was merely offering a suggestion.

Fine, do your work your way and I'll do mine my way, which I realised, was... nothing. I sighed. This was going to be a long night, I thought to myself.

That was when I heard the commotion. The alarm had gone off. Someone had breached the outer fence.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I went to the security room. Coulson and Sitwell were already there. They were looking at the screen, seeing a big, muscular guy beat up trained SHIELD like they were toddlers.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Probably the god of thunder coming to reclaim his hammer." Sitwell smirked.

Jerk.

The guy was getting closer and closer to the hammer. Nobody was able to stop him.

"Shall I give the order to shoot, sir?" Sitwell asked.

"No, let's see what he does first." Coulson replied.

The guy had finally reached the hammer. Not to anyone surprise, he tried to lift it and not to anyone's surprise, he wasn't able to. Judging by the look on his face, he WAS surprised. Did he really think he could lift the object that even SHIELD's heavy machinery couldn't budge?

"Arrest him." Ordered agent Coulson. He had had enough of this nonsense.

The guy didn't put up a fight when the SHIELD agents arrested him and locked him in a.... temporary glass prison?

Agent Coulson went to interrogate him and I was left with Sitwell.

"So, what have you found out about the... object?" I refrained from using the word 'hammer'.

"Aside from the fact that it belongs to a Norse god?" he said, mocking me.

"Yeah. Aside from that. What else you got?" I snapped at him. I was angry now. I didn't tell them to get down on their knees and start worshipping the hammer. It was merely a theory for some speculation.

I left the security room in a huff. The cool dessert air did little to cool down my mind.

Then I saw him. A man, dressed in rather outrageous green clothes, who was trying to lift the hammer!

God! Was there a hammer lifting contest that I didn't know of?

What surprised me even more was that he was in direct view of the SHIELD officers standing guard. Why weren't they stopping him?

"Is he supposed to be here?" I asked an agent, pointing towards the guy.

"Who?" he asked, looking straight at him.

"The guy in the green costume." Was he acting dumb on purpose?

He looked at me in way that I was the one saying dumb things. "Are you all right, ma'am?

I was beyond angry now. Obviously, they were pretending to not see him. The green costume guy had to be in on this too. But why were they doing this? Did Agent Sitwell set this up?

The one thing I knew for sure was that Agent Coulson would have nothing to do with this and he wouldn't be happy about it either.

I quickly walked up to the green costume guy and confronted him. "Sir, I'm sure you'd have a reason to be inside this enclosure. Would you come with me and explain it to Agent Coulson?"

He slowly turned his head to look at me. He looked enraged. "You mortal fool. You have the audacity to tell me what do, Loki, the rightful king of Asgard?"

Okay. Not what I'd expected.

I tried to slowly back away, but before I could he grabbed my throat with his hand and lifted me up. I wanted to scream for help, but couldn't. I struggled to breathe as I tried to loosen his grip. But even digging my fingernails into his skin with all my strength had no effect on him. I knew I wouldn't last long.

I swung my hands, searching for anything that could help me. Suddenly, my fingers touched something solid. I quickly grasped it and flung it with full force on my attacker. It hit him on the head and judging by the way he staggered back, it hit him hard.

I was finally able to breathe. I sat down on the floor and did just that. Breathe.

"Dr Ray. Are you all right?" I recognised the familiar voice, more shaken up that usual.

"What do you think, Agent Coulson?" I managed to snap at him in between the gasps. Then, I remembered. "He tried to kill me." I said, pointing at the direction in which the man had fallen.

But there was no one there. I looked at Agent Coulson, confused.

But he wasn't looking where I had pointed. He wasn't even looking at my face. He and everyone else, were looking, open mouthed, at my hand.

I looked down to see, grasped tightly in my hand, the hammer!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our first intruder, staring out of his glass prison, looking at me in amazement.