I watched the movie for the first time last night. Felt like I should before seeing the Avengers. And wouldn't you know it...a damn plot bunny wiggled its way into my head. Which technically should leave me brain dead, but miraculously helped begin this tomfoolery. Hopefully it's not too boring or severely OOC. I also hope you enjoy my OC. She's definitely far more different than any other character I've ever written and I don't blame you if you think she's odd. I'm the author and I think she's odd. But in a fantastic way. Also, not the best of writers so feel free to be critical. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Intergalactic Road Trip

It's a difficult task being Queen, you know. Especially of the oldest realm in existence, not that the Asgardians will ever admit to this. Although...it's not really their fault. They aren't even aware we are alive. Or that we are a realm. No one is aware, really.

But let me get back to my point.

Being the Queen of the realm of which there really is no name for, is quite a daunting task. I have to worry about the nine other realms and whether the light elves are getting along with the dark elves or the dwarfs are suddenly in a battle with the frost giants or keeping the dead from possessing a living body through one of the many schisms that exists, thus opening a bridge from one realm to another.

Since my goal is to keep the peace without anyone's awareness, easing the tensions is rather difficult. Like tip toeing through a land mine that spans an entire universe.

I remember my very first act as Queen; deafening the animosity between the light elves of Alfheim and the dark elves of Svartalfheim.

My entire realm was weary of what I would do. Let's just say that my imagination was a bit...uncanny. As was my entire way of accomplishing tasks. My will was also a bit fierce. Meaning that when justice was severed, it was difficult for me to keep my lips shut against it.

How I came to be Queen...well, that is not even something I'm aware of.

Back to the problem.

Hazbur, king of the dark elves, was butting heads over a peace treaty with Pretoria, queen of the light elves. Personally, I feel as if the elves are truly one in the same. The unification of their realms is really inevitable. Like South Carolina and North Carolina or South Dakota and North Dakota. Now that is just wasted space.

Anywho, I journeyed to both of these realms and observed from a careful distance, the opposite families. It was unsurprising to discover they were both considering war.

Which frustrated me a bit, I won't lie. Especially since the two elves had never met each other personally, instead using little errand elves (that sounds odd, doesn't it?), to speak to each other.

And I suppose that's where my brilliant plan came in. The one that were I in any other position but Queen, would surely have me sealed inside the Gelida Spelunca by my fellow race. Which is just a fancy name for a cave made entirely of ice crystals with no openings or passages to escape. One had to be transported there from an outside source.

So what did my great plan consist of?

Well...I kidnapped the two elves. Not especially difficult to do with their own distractions and having the universe at my command.

And after I kidnapped them, I locked them in the Gelida Spelunca together. Just to sort out their differences.

Let me explain that the Gelida Spelunca is our realm's form of punishment in a sense. If we're being naughty or greedy or particularly selfish or just plain mad, a council will determine whether time needs to be spent there. A sort of solitary confinement until one has thought over their actions.

I discussed my plans beforehand with the council...a bit loosely, I will admit...and they were all for the plan. By the time they learned Hazbur and Pretoria were the unfortunate victims, they saw red. No, I am telling you quite literally...they saw red.

Suddenly, the entire population of my realm had their eyes focused on me. Some speculative. Some amused. Some critical. And some whose eyes were closed, having been more interested in sleep than the fact that their Queen had kidnapped two feuding elves.

I was never blessed with an overbearing amount of pride in my actions. Instead, they stemmed from reason or emotion. And confining Hazbur and Pretoria honestly made so much sense to me that I was surprised no other Queen before me had ever attempted to do the same with other feuding leaders.

The council has figurative eyes within the cave, constantly watching the progression. Nearly every hour of each day, I sat in and hoped desperately the two squabbling elves would see reason. They fought constantly with each other, verbally and physically. Sometimes, hearing them speak made me want to teleport myself into the cave and smash their skulls into each others. Which would end the conflict, but not in a sensible way.

I also had to ignore the uncertain whispers around me or the constructive gazes aimed my way. This council was unaccustomed to me or my ways as I had been a no one prior to being appointed Queen. It was like watching a science experiment.

After a month of putting up with each other, the elves seemed to have a moment of clarity. Or maybe arousal.

All I know is the next time the council and I checked in on the couple, they were in a very...provocative position. One that let out a few appreciative mumbles from the council members.

From that moment on, the two elves promised each other an eternal peace between their realms...provided they ever get out again.

Which signaled the end of their containment. Within that very same day, the two were back in their own realms.

A part of me was a bit hesitant about their mindsets. The Gelida Spelunca wasn't unknown to having driven some of the patients insane. Or simply faking their revelations in hopes of getting out.

But Hazbur and Pretoria's time spent together had been entirely pure and very beneficial. Very gradually, the tensions remaining between the two realms, began to die out.

Of course that's not to say I make a habit of kidnapping rulers from certain realms. My instinct simply informed me that this was the way to go. They needed to sort out their differences face to face.

Times would come where the answer was not as simple.

Our realm's purpose, as it had been since its creation, was to keep the peace. In a manner that was both honorable and clever.

But most importantly, we were to remain invisible to the eyes of the other nine realms. If they were even slightly aware that for millenniums, our race was responsible for most of their resolutions or that our goal was to distribute peace at all costs, we'd be a very easy target for those creatures who were not exactly in the most sensible of minds. And never mind that our power came directly from the universe around us, something unheard of in the other nine realms. This sort of power would drive the most vicious of creatures into a jealous frenzy, bringing unheard of destruction to our realm and the people there.

So...informing the other realms of our existence = bad. Being secretive spies who established peace = good.

Feuds and tensions aside, being Queen is also difficult because my realm is under the impression I want a man at my side. This is not to say that our sexes are unequal. Actually, women are seen as far more determined to last through the harshest of times. Probably the reason we've always had Queens ruling the realm.

Some men, however, were eager to be seen on the arm of a Queen. It was a very honorable position and every Queen before me had always married within the first years of their ascent.

I, unfortunately, could not carry on this tradition. Men from my realm, quite honestly, bored me. They either talked of politics or strategies, or were simply a bit...conceited. Which is a word I like to use very much. Conceited.

So, besides settling disputes in various realms, I also had to dodge tricky marriage proposals. Men really were adamant about my position. Actually, a bit more than I was at times.

Which led to a decision made in my realm which had never been made before. And of course, who was the crusader of this achievement? Yours truly.

Really, it began when I slipped.

My palace, something I was still awed at after three years of residence, was settled over the edge of our realm. Far below, the universe twinkled merrily. It was a well known fact that the palace of the Queen was always settled near the universe. It was our source of power. Our connection to ourselves and every being in existence.

That day, I'd been pondering over Asgard's king Odin and his sons. Later in the day, Odin would determine a king for his realm and once again, I'd be left with the task of deterring whomever it was, that engaging in battle was ultimately a really, really bad idea.

I knew them only by name. Thor and Loki. I also was well aware that they were not real brothers. The Queen before me had mentioned this, warning that one day, this might end up being the trigger of war between the two Gods.

I'd never associated with either of the brothers and Asgard wasn't exactly my favorite place to travel to. The ego's in the realm tended to be a bit more inflated than I was used to as was the sense of entitlement. Most of the beings there believed they were deserving of being worshiped for the Gods that they were. Some perhaps still a bit disillusioned with their time spent at Midgard and the Vikings who treated them to unheard of luxury.

Still, their peace with the Frozen Giants was valid. And that was something I had to give Odin credit for. He never struck me as the type of king who could play nicely with others.

So preoccupied with these thoughts, I missed the slippery end of the floor altogether. With a graceless fall consisting of arms attempting to fly in mid-air, I bashed my head into a nearby railing and blacked out.

During this time of comatose inactivity, I had much time to muse over my thoughts. I was in my own state of mind, in my own dream-like slumber that I suddenly wished not to be disturbed from. If there was a heaven, my stay was the closest I'd ever be to one.

Of course it just had to be during my coma that Loki ran wild with envious power, Odin banned Thor to Midgard, and a whole lot of crazy shit went down.

My subjects were not to make any action unless I commanded them. Since their oh so clumsy Queen was in a coma, they were powerless to ease the ferocity igniting between the Asgardians and the Frozen Giants.

When I finally did awake, I learned the bridge between Midgard and Asgard, was broken. Thor had severed it, and when I learned of the reason why, my admiration for the man ignited. Such selflessness could not be overlooked. In a professional way, of course.

The council suggested that whatever intentions I had of showing my gratitude, not to follow them. Yes, his actions were honorable. But if our existence was the prize of such gratitude, it was not worth it.

I had to bite down on my tongue after this argument. And yet I could not simply brush off their advice. Preserving our existence was key.

So, one night, I spoke to the universe and the universe listened. This is something I can't really get into detail about because so much of it is still incomprehensible to me. Why our realm was blessed with the sympathies of the universe. Why the Queen was the sole recipient of the universe's power. Why the universe even chose to speak in the first place. All mysteries which held few answers.

But it did listen to my wish as it had done before.

This plan consisted of me doing two things. Things that no Queen had ever done before.

Number one.

I temporarily resigned my authority as Queen and gave the honors to a very, very close friend of mine. So close that I made a point of sheltering her from prying eyes just so she could live a comfortable life.

As children, Clatia and I had been inseparable. And for many years to come, I was undoubtedly sure she would be our realm's next Queen. Her logic was impeccable as was her incredible beauty.

When the position went to me, she had been supportive beyond my wildest dreams. And unlike the competition brewing between the God of Thunder and the God of Mischief, our friendship stretched limits far past that of siblings.

Of course this resignation was controversial. I think with great reluctance, my realm began to finally not only visualize me as Queen, but enjoy my methods of establishing peace. It seemed as if I was more attuned to the needs of others, something that not all Queens before me had been. They had the universe at their command. The beings in it weren't always a primary concern.

I had many citizens protest my leaving, some even accusing me of abandonment. I really knew little at that point, of how attached citizens were to me. In ways I don't think I ever was to Queens before me. There was general sadness at my leaving, prominent even in the halls of the council.

But I dutifully re-informed that this was not the end. Clatia would handle everything and if anything truly abhorrent was to happen, she would call for me.

The universe explained that its powers would not be provided to her. They were property of the Queen's. But it did promise extra protection, something I was eternally thankful for.

Number two.

If my leaving wasn't controversial, the place I was going to sure was. And I made the mistake of calling the location Earth as opposed to Midgard. This action made it seem like I already held a soft spot in my heart for it.

In the billions of years that we've been keeping peace, not a single Queen has ever laid their feet upon Earth soil. Yes, there have been some who've met humans on the astral plane in their subconscious, only revealing themselves in dreams, but even this was a few and far in between rarity.

It was a bit of an unspoken agreement that Earth was difficult to maintain the peace for. And the beings were a bit...weak-willed. Why I would want to travel there, no one could determine.

But as agreed between the universe and myself, this was my destination. And after Clatia had settled in as my temporary replacement, I left before too many complaints could be heard.

My task in Midgard was quite simple. I would begin leaving clues for an agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D. to pick up on. These clues could never be linked back to me. I provided them through meteorological phenomenons I was sure one of their scientists would find odd.

Luckily, the work paid off by the fifth month.

Jane, the one I'd been told was Thor's love interest, had successfully built the proper device to rebuild the bridge from Asgard to Midgard once more.

This was my gift to Thor. And the basis of my discussion with the universe.

What I did not come to expect was how much I would enjoy Earth.

The place teemed with life - intelligent and not so much - and I couldn't help but soak it all in. The cities, perhaps, were my favorite. Sure, we had them. But our feet were our vehicles and discussion remained in hushed tones, never deviating from polite or respectful.

What I heard on the streets of Los Angeles really made for amusing evenings.

I stayed on Earth for so long after S.H.I.E.L.D. had rebuilt the bridge, that I had no real knowledge of the events unfolding around me. And how my good deed would lead to an incredible shift of my very own fate. Of the girl who stayed in the shadows. Who could never speak out for fear of being discovered. The Queen who was still so very confused as to why she had ascended to this sort of power.

Like I said, I was really unaware. Clatia was taking care of the realm with precise accuracy and I really had nothing to worry over. My fascination extended two months past the rebuilding of the bridge, and still I stayed.

When I witnessed the battle begin between former brothers Loki and Thor on a September afternoon, I really should not have been so shocked. Really, really shouldn't have. And this, my friend, is where everything changed.

TLOTLOTLOTLO

I was staring longingly at a leather Gucci vest when the first blast sounded from a mile away. Embarrassingly enough, I still hadn't displaced my gaze. I wasn't sure if my want for the vest was just that intense or my horror at the price was too mesmerizing.

The second blast rumbled the concrete beneath my feet and forced me to turn around.

Humans were sprinting in panic through the streets, screaming at the unknown danger behind them.

I, the clever and intelligent being that I am, stood in place, observing the danger with a calm decisiveness. I knew if I really wanted to, I could showcase my power and protect myself. But to do so in public...well, that would open up a shit ton of worms.

Yes, the word 'shit' found its way into my vocabulary while being an illegal alien - in every senes of the word, hah, hah, hah. My realm's residents would be horrified of this.

Gradually, the streets thinned of any nearby bodies. Cars littered the street way, all abandoned.

And I still watched on, hearing the vibrating booms grow closer and closer.

That's when I watched Thor's body come sailing out of a hundred story window and crash land on the intersection of Platisca and Main.

Engrossed and feeling as if I should have a bowl of popcorn in one hand, I stayed immobile.

Thor's presence was to be expected, but his method of travel certainly wasn't. Was it a custom to journey to Earth through a glass window?

I had my answer soon enough.

Jumping from the same window was Thor's "brother", Loki.

Now, they had my complete, undivided attention.

As they began to fight like the enraged men that they were, my mind raced at the possible solutions. Letting them go on would possibly cause this city to go to hell. Or worse, Loki could win and unleash his fury upon the world.

Intervening, however, risked the exposure of my entire realm. And any witnesses in the residential area would surely document me.

My mind went back and forth with these thoughts like a steroid ping pong match, paying little attention to how close the two brothers were getting.

Only when I heard Thor's voice scream at me to run, and yes, he believed me to be dim-witted, thus the reason he screamed rather than asked politely - or perhaps I'd just been living around my people for too long. But I didn't blame him. If I saw someone standing in place as two other wordly beings came closer and closer to involving them in the bloodshed, I'd have called them out on the same action.

His command only made me cross my arms, pondering the situation once more.

I am a talented liar. Excusing my abilities should be quite simple. Besides, if the media begins assembling in the area...yes, that would not be good.

For a split second, I took the time to glance up at both men. Currently, Loki had the upper hand, attempting to dislodge Thor's hammer. Which for some reason made me chuckle. A man is nothing without his...hammer.

Only when Thor kicked his brother off, unfortunately flinging him into my direction, did I finally take action.

Swiftly, I ducked out of the way and heard the unmistakeable sound of a God being smashed through the Gucci store.

Ah, blind justice!

After the commotion, I withdrew my arms from my head and risked a few steps forward, glass crunching like chicken bones beneath my feet. This put me directly in the line of fire between Loki's slow form stumbling to his feet, and Thor's approaching footsteps which boomed against the concrete like dynamite.

"Get out, foolish girl," Thor demanded, eyes hardened over in determination.

Frowning, I turned to the opposite brother. He too was on his feet, glaring at me with hate. Which then receded into confusion. Then into disbelief. Then into anger.

"These are the idiotic beings you wish to protect, dear brother," Loki chided, bringing his hands up. "She cannot even process a simple command. How is this productive?"

Although sour about my intelligence being called into question, I shrugged off the insult. I'd been far more patient in far more trying times as Queen. Now was the time to start acting like one.

"Leave," Thor yelled once more, every vocal chord resonating a clear warning.

Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and inhaled carefully.

A part of me wondered if I should not just kidnap them as well. Perhaps a bit of alone time without their weapons would be the resolution to end their bitter feud.

But my instinct denied this. Something told me that the end result would not be favorable. Or conclude with them in each others arms.

So, I spoke. And the words were very well worded since this was the first time I had ever acted without being in the privacy of my own realm. I don't think even then, I recognized how important my actions were.

"Stop fighting."

I guess I must have flinched at my very own words. Loki's laughter soon fled into the atmosphere.

"I mean it," I threatened, then flinched again.

Shit on a stick. Where the hell did my voice go?

Thor shifted uncomfortably, but Loki only ventured a step forward, lips spread into an illuminating smirk.

"How the last words of a mortal truly amuses me," he smugly proclaimed.

One of my eyes twitched and before either being could understand my actions, I flung out both of my hands. In seconds, Thor's hammer had flew across the space, into my right hand and Loki's staff into my left.

Their surprise nearly made me burst into a fit of laughter. Nearly.

"I warned you," was my response, taking a long look at each brother.

I couldn't properly determine which brother was more shocked. But I had to get those silly expressions off their faces.

"Now," I began, bringing the weapons down beside me, "you two will stop snapping at each other's necks. You two will stop using cities as your battleground. How it is that two Gods cannot even settle a dispute amongst themselves and still be deserving of their title, is beyond me. But this feud ends today."

The bite at the end of my voice wasn't necessary and I hardly implemented it in past cases. But I was in the presence of two very headstrong beings whose stubbornness knew no bounds. A bit of bite could go a long way.

Neither man answered.

"Two Gods who cannot process a simple command?" I repeated, throwing the words back at Loki. "How utterly disappointing. Here I thought I was in the presence of greatness, not mute children."

This garnered a reaction.

Thor immediately called for his hammer, perhaps not intending to hurt me, but certainly to appear more menacing. The weapon struggled for a brief second in my hand before throwing off Thor's command.

Loki did much of the same for his staff, one that held a shit load of dark magic inside. His call, however, didn't cause a single rumble from the weapon.

"Face each other without weapons for once."

The brothers met the others stare, and for a moment, just the tiniest of seconds really, I thought my plan would work. Nothing like full on confrontation to amend old wounds.

But then, Loki disappeared. Just like a ghost vanishing into thin air.

If I really wanted to, I could easily bring him back. This unspoken power the universe granted me, would easily allow this.

However, my intention was not to force the two brothers together. This would only create more animosity.

So, I let him go and turned my focus toward Thor.

"You're not getting it back," I finally stated, noticing the intense gaze he had on the weapon.

"How-."

"Not important. But you're not getting it back until I see a compromise. And I assure you, this staff is quite important to Loki."

I glanced down, fingers trailing over the ancient markings.

"He injected the heart of a star and flames of the Godivian suns into this. If your hammer is the strongest weapon across the worlds, then Loki's is the second."

And the admiration was evident in my voice. Which was one thing I was a bit envious of. How Gods and humans and dwarfs and elves and every other being could so casually travel to where they wished while I sat in my realm, constantly concealing myself unless it was to establish peace.

Not to say I was angry at my position. Bestowing peace provided me a sense of purpose. A euphoria unmatched by anything else I'd ever done in my long life.

But the restrictiveness of being Queen of a realm no one is supposed to know about, not even its' existence, but has been secretly banishing evil and maintaining the peace for millenniums, was a bit frustrating.

A thought suddenly sprang to me, but I wasn't sure if asking it would be wise. I'd already showcased my abilities to the two men, both of which would not soon forget the incident. Would asking this only divulge more of myself?

Taking in Thor's unmoving features, I decided there was no harm.

"You and Jane. How have things been going?"

His lips were set into a firm line, but they opened back up at the question.

"You know of myself and Jane," he accused. "Tell me who you are."

"I am a secret weapon manifested within the walls of S.H.I.E.L.D. itself."

"No one should possess the power to-."

"Note how I said secret. Meaning there are things even you are quite unaware of, which happen within the agency."

He still seemed unsure, in fact, probably didn't trust me one bit. Which he shouldn't. I was lying through the cracks in between my teeth.

"You and Jane," I repeated, wanting an answer.

"We're...on separate terms," he finally finished, voice lowering at the last part.

"What happened?"

If the rebuilding of the bridge only caused more grief for the God of Thunder, then I would have to find another way to show my gratitude.

"Her attentions were drawn by another. But this hardly matters. Who are you? What is your name? I do not know of an entity strong enough to separate a God from his weapon."

His accusation had morphed into full fledged curiosity.

"I'm human and my name is Lucy," I provided, resiting the same name of the apartment I currently had leased out.

"Impossible."

"Is not."

"Is so."

Grinning, I shrugged good-naturedly.

"You don't have to believe me-."

The squealing of breaks and voluminous sirens suddenly graced the air waves.

"-but know that this is in your best interest."

And then I began walking, knowing Thor would follow.

"I must get back," he mentioned. "You are sure you won't divulge your name?"

"Is Lucy such a bad name?"

"It is too dull for the talents you possess."

Funnily enough, his words didn't cause a giggle to flip around in my throat. Quite the opposite. The foreign heat of red appearing in my cheeks, struck me.

"Thank you, Thor."

On I walked, wandering past my apartment complex. It'd do well for the man not to know my living arrangements right away.

"My hammer-."

"Will be in good hands," I assured. "And I promise to give back after you and Loki reach a truce. And don't try faking one. I always know when people are faking."

"How will I find you?"

"I'll find you when the time is convenient."

"Your convenience isn't a reassuring promise."

I paused, taking Thor in. His red cape blew valiantly in the slight breeze while the blonde in his hair and blue in his eyes constantly contrasted each other, allowing for a very unique and statuesque face to form.

"I know. But at least this will spur you into action."

"I could be less than polite and take back my hammer now."

"You could-," I admitted, "-try."

And something in my features must have further alerted him to the inhumanity inside me.

"Good luck," I offered.

When he only nodded, I made my retreat. It wasn't often that I became the object of such scrutiny by a race other than my own. Too much vigilance might divulge too many facts.

I don't know how long I walked or where my feet traveled, but I knew it felt good. And not just because I showed up two Asgardian Gods.

Well...not completely, at least.

I hope that piqued your interest in a way. I do have to say that I very much liked Loki from the movie, but Thor's relationship with his brother was an interesting dynamic as well and definitely made me like him more. Unlike a lot of stories for this fandom, I'm not going to supply angst by the buckets between the two. Yep, sorry for those who enjoy that. Let me know all of your thoughts in a review. And I hope the thought of the universe speaking to "Lucy" isn't too crazy. I do plan on exploring this aspect.