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When I came to, I was back in my room, Loki's silhouette cast onto the far wall. I looked towards the light, and saw him with his back to me, staring out the window.

"Are all humans so stubborn?" his musical voice asked, and I sat up, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Are all gods so arrogant?" I grumbledsnarkily in reply, keeping my voice low.

He whirled around, glaring at me in rage. He was at the edge of the bed in an instant, hold my jaw in his grasp. "You shall not speak to me, a god, in such a way."

His eyes were hard and green. I felt my throat close up, his magic weaving into my being. I built up my mental defenses higher and tried to push him out and away from my mind. I met his eyes with my blue ones, but my gaze wavered as my resolve faltered. I'd been knocked around pretty hard the last two days, despite sleeping for so long.

He finally removed his hand, and I felt a magical heavy presence around my neck. I lifted my hand to my throat, and much to my disgust, I found a thick chain, encrusted with a few stones.

I opened my mouth to retort, but I could only say a few words. "What the h-"

He smirked. "It reacts with your emotions. If you feel the need to say something to me that is not...worthy...then you cannot say it."

I glared daggers at him, my face twisted in disgust.

You sick, sadistic, control freak.

Third Person POV

Meanwhile, the ship containing Loki and the others, turned east, and began its journey above the Atlantic Ocean.

Loki left the girl's room, walking down the hall and into an elevator. Going up a floor to the command deck, he entered his own.

He sauntered over to the map of the world, which was tacked up onto a large bulletin board on the wall adjacent to his bed.

Conjuring a bucket of pushpins out of thin air, he removed a green one and shoved the point into France's captial.

One country down. He thought with a smug grin. A few more to go...

They would all follow France's lead, he knew this much. It would only be a matter of time before he had conquered all of the east hemisphere. With the Thanos and his Chitauri by his side, he was unstoppable.

Stepping back to get a full view of the map, he scanned it carefully, surveying the multitude of pins scattered across the flat surface. Rome would be next, and then Brazil. The list went on and on. Loki and Thanos had gone into great detail developing this plan.

Neither could afford to mess things up.

~0~

Two uneventful days passed, and the ship finally touched down in Paris.

Raven stood by her window, peering outside as they lowered, having been curious of their final destination for some time now. When the Eiffel Tower came into view, she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

Her mother had taken her here once before on business, but she had been only 14. Back then, she was so absorbed in her video games and phone, she hadn't even bothered to take the time to enjoy the beautiful architecture that was Paris, France.

The halls of the ship were noisy, the Chitauri moving about, getting prepared to land. They had orders to keep Raven in the room until Paris and all surrounding cities were neutralized and in Loki's control.

Once they touched down, Loki exited the ship, which could only be described as a jet, for lack of a more fitting word. They had landed behind the beautiful building that was Élysée Palace.

He met with the President of France, a short man with the name Niklaus Dupont. He was beginning to bald, and had a curly black mustache that stood out.

Niklaus greeted the alien with a polite nod and a handshake, obviously quite nervous.

"Bonjour, m'lord." he said, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

Loki narrowed his blue eyes, studying the shorter man. "Thank you for the...gracious welcoming."

Niklaus nodded profusely, beckoning his men forward.

"Please show m'lord to his quarters." he said to them in French.

They nodded and ushered Loki and six Chitauri inside the elegant palace.

Back at the ship, one of the six Chitauri leaders radioed back to the forty-four foot and air-soldiers. Their orders were to begin their patrol of the city, as another fleet of two hundred would arrive in the next week.

Raven, who was still staring out the window, studying the architecture, was startled when four Chitauri barged into her room. Chattering to one another, the lead grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, trying to wrench out of its' grasp.

It simply glared down at her with its beady black eyes, not responding.

"Oh-kay then." she grumbled, and they headed into the elevator.

She deduced by the emptiness of the ship's halls, that they were the last five to leave.

They journeyed to the bottom floor and off the exiting platform. A small man was waiting at the bottom, greeting her and the others with a nod.

"Mademoiselle." he said eagerly, nodding. "Welcome."

Raven's eyes widened, having seen this man before.

Was this the President of France?

"Hi." she managed to reply as she was briskly walked towards the rear entrance door.

They walked into what looked like a servant's entrance and up a long spiral staircase.

We got to the third floor, and the dark staircase door opened to the bright hall of the top floor.

Blinking in the bright light, the Chitauri led Raven under the huge archway of the tea room and into a long hallway. They stopped halfway down, and turned to a door opposite of a painting of the sea.

"This is your room. Stay in it unless instructed otherwise." the tallest Chitauri said in a gravely voice. He pushed open the large white double-doors and she stepped inside.

The doors were shut firmly behind her, and she was left by herself.

Back on the first floor, Loki was in the large dining hall, seated at the head of the table. The last Chitauri filed in, and two petite maids shut the doors behind them. Many large news station camera men were standing at the other end of the table, filming Loki and the rest of the room. The cameras were attached to tripods, as their hands were shaking too badly to produce a clear image.

"As you may know, my name is Loki. I am your God, and now, your ruler. You shall treat me as such. Anyone who -" a guard got up, and fired his gun, effectively silencing the prince.

Loki's hand flew up, and the bullet froze midair, clattering loudly to the floor. The hall was deathly silent as he stood up, walking around the table to the man.

The guard swallowed thickly, his adams apple bobbing up and down.

"Je suis désolé." he whispered, his eyes staying focused on the marble tiled floor.

I'm sorry.

Loki's scepter shot out, and the curved part of it morphed into a long rounded blade. With a sickening squishing sound, it sliced into his neck. When the blade hit bone, a loud crack was heard, and his head fell off his shoulders. It bounced twice on the shiny floor, leaving red puddles. The body crumpled to the floor a second later, and blood poured out of the orifice.

"Let this be a lesson to those who have a rebellion in mind." he leaned over and wiped his blue blade on the stark white table cloth. "If you move against me, you will be killed. You shall not receive a trial, or time in jail. You will lose the privilege to live under my rule." two stripes of bright crimson were left on the cloth as he pulled back.

Loki walked back to his seat, and a maid let out a strangled gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. Loki eyed her with a cold sort of disdain, and she scurried over to another woman. The other woman opened her arms and enveloped the girl, peering at the god warily.

"Now that that interruption is over with, I would like to address the citizens of France. Do as I say, and your lives shall continue on like nothing different has happened. Rebel, and you shall have a new meaning for hell."

Loki went on to explain how more soldiers would be arrivingto each city and town within the next day. He didn't reveal that they would have curfews arranged, or that their trade would be drastically stopped. That would only cause more unease, and that would do nothing to help the situation at hand.

He had already secured a secret location where the Tesseract could be safely opened and closed, a secure portal for the steams of soldiers that had arrived, or would be arriving.

"If we all cooperate, the new world order can begin, peacefully and swiftly." he looked around the room, and knew from a few bitter looks, that it would not arrive peacefully or swiftly.

Loki continued to speak for a while longer.

Raven's POV

I sat in front of the television, which seemed to have magically came on by itself.

I watched Loki's stand up moments after the guard fired his gun. I got a sick feeling in my gut, having a bad feeling about what he was about to do.

When the guard's head tumbled to the floor, I ran to the bathroom, feeling sick.