My consciousness didn't come back to me all at once, it came in pieces. At first it was the smell of something burning in the air, then it was my eyes open, and seeing a blurry version of the cell. My hearing doesn't come back for a moment, and I hear the distant chattering of other prisoners but very slurred and faded. It takes a few seconds to realize I was in the dungeons. The last thing that comes to me is the searing pain shooting through my body. I cry out and stand up, realizing the burning smell being my own skin.

My knees buckle under me and I fall against the wall, ripping my sleeve back and staring at my wrist. Trailing along the surface above my veins are intense burns, I cry out again, huffing with tears brimming at my eyes. I can barely see anything, the dark means that that I'm supposed to be sleeping. I scoot next to the force field for light and take my shirt off, knowing everyone is asleep. I whimper at the sight of my body covered in these burns, I trail them with my fingers, they glow a faint yellow and my skin slowly evens out. The process being more painful than expected, I groan in pain. "Are you alright?" I hear someone say from the darker cell next to me. I bite my lip to keep me from crying out again, realizing I was not the only one awake. "Just peachy." I reply coldly, knowing that it's Loki next to me. In the faint light I can vaguely see Loki in his cell, laid on his bed and staring at the ceiling.

I grit my teeth and groan again, my skin won't fully heal, each second sending intense agony through my system, but I manage to ease the pain. I'll have to regain my energy before I can fully heal myself. I throw my head against the wall, loosing consciousness again. I didn't have enough energy to drag myself back on the dainty bed so I just lay there, staring at the forcefield. This was nowhere near the worst pain I have felt, but to say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

I look at Loki sidelong, I see his silhouette on his bed, though he's still he's clearly not asleep, his build stiff and his breathing unpatterned. "Why'd you do it?" I rasp, coughing at my dry throat. I faintly see him turn his head toward me, but when he rises and steps away from the wall to the outside I loose sight of him. He appears again when he gets closer to the forcefield that seperates us. "You should really get some rest, don't trouble yourself." Loki says, his tone cold and distant, looking down at me crumpled on the floor. I look weakly up at him, breathing heavily in exhaustion. "You've changed. What happened?" I say, closing my eyes briefly. I look back up again, my eyes more tired than before. "Rest." He demands, his voice even but I know his emotions. I know he feels sympathy, regret, anger, but most of all, he feels pain.

Without another word, my sight is clouded by black splotches, and my breath evens as I lose myself to dreams.

"Dancing? I don't dance." Steve says, sounding uncomfortable, making me laugh. "Everyone dances, Steve, you just have to find the right melody." I say, chuckling. Steve laughs and looks at me again. "I don't think you heard me, I literally can't dance." He says, I shake my head laughing again. "And I don't think you heard me. Anyone can dance." I repeat, turning on the machine like Natasha had previously showed me how. I don't know any Midgardian songs, but I love listening to them and learning them.

On Asgard music is much more smooth and Royal, dancing is more elegant but that doesn't mean that they are joyful and high spirited dancing and songs. The music that starts playing fills the air, and I grab Steve's hand and pulled him in the center of the room.

There's a port, on a western bay, and it serves
A hundred ships a day the lonely sailors pass the time away, and talk about their homes.

"Okay, put your left hand on my waist," I say, grabbing his hand. He flinches like a nervous peasant boy and I smile at him. He snakes his hand over my waist nervously, looking at me for my next direction. "Like that. Now take your right hand in my left." He obeys, his stiff actions making my smile widen. I place my hand on his shoulder and I show him the proper steps I learned as a child from my superiors. On multiple occasions he steps on my toes, apologizing frantically. He's very stiff with his movements, as if the idea of dancing alone brought him pain.

Brandy- you're a fine girl! What a good wife you would be. Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.

Steve raises his hand and twirls me, pulling my back into our embrace. "Not bad, you're getting the hang of this pretty quickly." I laugh, patting his shoulder. He smiles, gaining pride, but then he steps on my toe again. "Ah, sorry." He says. I listen to the song, and we ended up not stepping anyway, just swaying to the gentle music. "This is a beautiful song." I say, closing my eyes.

Brandy-You're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be! My life, my lover my lady, is the sea.

When I open them again, I'm dancing with Loki. No longer just swaying, his eyes are closed and we are waltzing across the room, the same song playing. He hums along to a different melody, something melancholy and foreign compared to the upbeat song that chorused throughout the dimly lit rim. He twirls me, then pulls my back to his chest and dipping me swiftly and efficiently, his eyes never opening. I turn around so I'm facing him and place my hands back where they were. His hand travels up my waist and between my shoulder blades, pulling my closer against his chest while his other hand still grasp mine. His hand snakes up my wrist, then my forearm and my shoulder, pursing his lips ever so slightly when his thumb lightly touches my collarbone. When he opens his eyes, they are crystal blue, making me jump back. The music grows louder until the singing is practically playing in my ears, pulsing the loud voices. Loki stands there, his lips pursed and his neck blossoms in bruises. His eyes fixed on me but at the same time unseeing, like he could see right through me or couldn't see at all. As time moves on more cuts and bruises appear on his skin, his neck swelling with lash marks snaking up the side of his neck, and I can see a burn mark clearly on his chest that was exposed in his green tunic. I stumble backward in surprise, I see his mouth move like he's trying to say something, I try and call out his name but its lost in the music, I scream his name but it's not heard.

I blink in confusion, and when my eyes open three new people are in the room with me. One is a green girl with red and purple hair, she looks around frantically, her eyes widening and her legs jerk as if she was trying to move, but her feet won't move, they were completely glued in place. "What did you do to me!" She screams. I shake my head in disbelief, backing up until I was against the wall and had nowhere else to flee to.

Another person is a blue girl, parts of her machinery and her head completely bald. She looks around, looking at the distraught green girl. She grunts and tries to move, but her actions lead nowhere. I look at the third person and my breath falls short. An abnormally tall man with satin purple skin looks at me, his chin creased and his eyes icy blue. His armor was brilliantly gold, like something from Asgard or maybe someplace other than that. My breath hitches in my throat as a menacing smile curls the man's lips, he steps forward, eyes fixed on me.

The green girl tries desperately to move, she looks at me pleadingly. But I don't understand why she looks to me for help. I look at the stereo.

The music ceases, and the room is clear.