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"My daughter will NOT be the Wielder of Chaos," the voice screamed. A woman's weeping could be heard in the background. "My sister died from the power of Chaos! I'll not let my sister's legacy continue into my child."

An infant's wailing pierced through the air as the man, the infant's father, lifted her away from her mother's warm arms.

"I'll come back in only a moment. You needn't worry, my love. Neither of us will endure our daughter's death by the powers of Chaos."

The warm atmosphere of the house was replaced with cold. Wet. Drops of the wet landed on the infant's face.

"I'm so sorry, my little Lisette," he whispered, wiping the droplets from her tiny face. "I cannot let you die when there is a chance I can save you from the horror of it."

He laid her on a cobbled step and rang the doorbell.

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Camryn sat up with a jolt, gasping for breath. The black gem had wound black threads of protection around her, trying to soothe its bonded maiden. It took half a moment for her to catch her breath, flopping back into the pillow.

"Fuck," she muttered, blue eyes locked on the ceiling. She hated the dream. It kept returning, kept coming back to her. She couldn't keep up with it.

She knew she was the infant. She knew her true name was Lisette. But it did not belong to her. No, it belonged to the woman she would have been if she hadn't been the Wielder of Chaos, the if she hadn't been bound, body and soul, at birth, to the black gemstone she wore 'round her neck.

"What is the reason for your foul language so early in the morning?"

Camryn had forgotten she wasn't alone in the room. The bed opposite hers was occupied, by none other than the god of mischief from Asgard. Her savior. Loki.

"An old nightmare came back for me," she replied, shoving the blankets off and planting her bare feet on the flor beside the bed. "A nightmare I wish would never have existed in the first place. The main thing is that it is naught but truth." She moved for the sink, not even caring that she was only wearing a black silk nightie with lace trim and panties. Something that Selvig and Barton had snagged from a lingerie shop for her.

"Truth?" Loki replied, getting up from his own bed and approaching. He only wore a pair of boxers, but really, Camryn didn't care. She busied herself with brushing her teeth thankful for Barton's supply runs.

"It occurred when I was merely an infant, Loki," she told him between scrubs. "I couldn't do anything to stop it."

Loki nodded in understanding, leaning casually against the wall beside her. "As with the event that ruined my life and sanity. What was the reason behind yours?"

Camryn, who had been mid-rinse, spat the liquid into the sink and sighed. "I'd rather not."

"I was taken from my home realm by its conquerer, raised as his son and only for a purpose of binding the kingdoms sometime in the future. I wasn't told of it until only a year or so agi," Loki said, smirking. "Now you have to tell me."

"No," Camryn said, offering him a death glare, "I do not. If I wanted, I could strangle you. It is only for the purpose of defeating a mutual enemy that I do not. I can't do it without you."

"Just as I could snap your neck without a second thought. Now tell me."

"My father left me on a doorstep in the rain just for being who I am. Just for being a Wielder of Chaos. Only for that and nothing more. My mother wept but did nothing to stop him. Now tell me, how are our histories even remotely alike?!"

"I understand how it feels, being abandoned. I was left to die. Your father had the foresight to leave you with people capable of caring for you. Mine was being simply cruel."

"My father abandoned me just so he wouldn't have to watch the power of Chaos overwhelm me," Camryn said. "Of course, in doing so, he made me strong enough to handle the sheer intensity of Chaos."

"What is this chaos you wield?"

"It is a piece of the beginning, a piece of the power that made this world, your world, and all worlds bound to it. It took the form of a crystal when it came to my birth world from this place," she said lightly, lifting the black gem softly from her chest. "Chaos is an element wrought of darkness, and yet it created darkness from its very heart."

She hopped up onto the counter, pulling Loki over to look into her eyes. He planted his hands on the granite, on either side of her hips.

"And what was Chaos, my fairy dear?"

Camryn laughed, looking at her nails for a moment before looking up into his blue eyes. "There was a dream I had when I was four years old, of a woman, skin blue as the midday sky, hair black as a moonless night, with a shawl of night sky and clothing crafted from ashes. In her right hand she held a black heart, and at her left hip rested a silver dagger, with black blood oozing from it and a gash across her chest, as though the heart in her right hand was torn from her chest.

"But the heart glistened, like it was made of gemstones, and when she spoke, her words were soft, though full of power. Her voice was magic itself, still weaving the world. And in the dream, her voice wove my soul into existence, and she said to me, when my soul was complete, In you I will place my whole heart. No other Wielder of Chaos will ever be as capable as you in the power of the gems you shall wear. Then I felt pain, sharp and bright, from the black-blooded blade, and she said, When you are at your strongest, you shall bleed as I bleed. The black lifeblood Chaos Eternal shall flow through your veins, and you shall be my Daughter.

"I don't know if that was a dream along the lines of the old nightmare, being a memory brought back to me in the dead of night, but whatever it is, it can't be entirely good."

"You don't know that, though," he replied gently, lifting her head with a single bent finger beneath her chin. "Perhaps it is all as it is meant to be."

Camryn laughed, shoving him away and hopping down from the counter. "Still, we're not equals. You are still in a far worse situation than I. Far as I know, I'm not mad. Not yet, anyway."

Loki had no choice but to assent to this, even as he embraced Camryn from behind. It was not that of lovers. No. It was more of a possessive grip, as though he claimed her as naught but a prize.

"We will be seeing about that," he hissed in her ear. "You do despise SHIELD, yes?"

"They imprisoned me from an early age, after ordering my death. Yeah, I think I'm entitled to hate them."

"We'll have our respective revenge. But you are not to inquire of my plans. If you do. I will assume you to be no more than a spy and will dispatch you accordingly."

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"My daughter will NOT be the Wielder of Chaos," the voice screamed. A woman's weeping could be heard in the background. "My sister died from the power of Chaos! I'll not let my sister's legacy continue into my child."

An infant's wailing pierced through the air as the man, the infant's father, lifted her away from her mother's warm arms.

"I'll come back in only a moment. You needn't worry, my love. Neither of us will endure our daughter's death by the powers of Chaos."

The warm atmosphere of the house was replaced with cold. Wet. Drops of the wet landed on the infant's face.

"I'm so sorry, my little Lisette," he whispered, wiping the droplets from her tiny face. "I cannot let you die when there is a chance I can save you from the horror of it."

He laid her on a cobbled step and rang the doorbell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Camryn sat up with a jolt, gasping for breath. The black gem had wound black threads of protection around her, trying to soothe its bonded maiden. It took half a moment for her to catch her breath, flopping back into the pillow.

"Fuck," she muttered, blue eyes locked on the ceiling. She hated the dream. It kept returning, kept coming back to her. She couldn't keep up with it.

She knew she was the infant. She knew her true name was Lisette. But it did not belong to her. No, it belonged to the woman she would have been if she hadn't been the Wielder of Chaos, the if she hadn't been bound, body and soul, at birth, to the black gemstone she wore 'round her neck.

"What is the reason for your foul language so early in the morning?"

Camryn had forgotten she wasn't alone in the room. The bed opposite hers was occupied, by none other than the god of mischief from Asgard. Her savior. Loki.

"An old nightmare came back for me," she replied, shoving the blankets off and planting her bare feet on the flor beside the bed. "A nightmare I wish would never have existed in the first place. The main thing is that it is naught but truth." She moved for the sink, not even caring that she was only wearing a black silk nightie with lace trim and panties. Something that Selvig and Barton had snagged from a lingerie shop for her.

"Truth?" Loki replied, getting up from his own bed and approaching. He only wore a pair of boxers, but really, Camryn didn't care. She busied herself with brushing her teeth thankful for Barton's supply runs.

"It occurred when I was merely an infant, Loki," she told him between scrubs. "I couldn't do anything to stop it."

Loki nodded in understanding, leaning casually against the wall beside her. "As with the event that ruined my life and sanity. What was the reason behind yours?"

Camryn, who had been mid-rinse, spat the liquid into the sink and sighed. "I'd rather not."

"I was taken from my home realm by its conquerer, raised as his son and only for a purpose of binding the kingdoms sometime in the future. I wasn't told of it until only a year or so agi," Loki said, smirking. "Now you have to tell me."

"No," Camryn said, offering him a death glare, "I do not. If I wanted, I could strangle you. It is only for the purpose of defeating a mutual enemy that I do not. I can't do it without you."

"Just as I could snap your neck without a second thought. Now tell me."

"My father left me on a doorstep in the rain just for being who I am. Just for being a Wielder of Chaos. Only for that and nothing more. My mother wept but did nothing to stop him. Now tell me, how are our histories even remotely alike?!"

"I understand how it feels, being abandoned. I was left to die. Your father had the foresight to leave you with people capable of caring for you. Mine was being simply cruel."

"My father abandoned me just so he wouldn't have to watch the power of Chaos overwhelm me," Camryn said. "Of course, in doing so, he made me strong enough to handle the sheer intensity of Chaos."

"What is this chaos you wield?"

"It is a piece of the beginning, a piece of the power that made this world, your world, and all worlds bound to it. It took the form of a crystal when it came to my birth world from this place," she said lightly, lifting the black gem softly from her chest. "Chaos is an element wrought of darkness, and yet it created darkness from its very heart."

She hopped up onto the counter, pulling Loki over to look into her eyes. He planted his hands on the granite, on either side of her hips.

"And what was Chaos, my fairy dear?"

Camryn laughed, looking at her nails for a moment before looking up into his blue eyes. "There was a dream I had when I was four years old, of a woman, skin blue as the midday sky, hair black as a moonless night, with a shawl of night sky and clothing crafted from ashes. In her right hand she held a black heart, and at her left hip rested a silver dagger, with black blood oozing from it and a gash across her chest, as though the heart in her right hand was torn from her chest.

"But the heart glistened, like it was made of gemstones, and when she spoke, her words were soft, though full of power. Her voice was magic itself, still weaving the world. And in the dream, her voice wove my soul into existence, and she said to me, when my soul was complete, In you I will place my whole heart. No other Wielder of Chaos will ever be as capable as you in the power of the gems you shall wear. Then I felt pain, sharp and bright, from the black-blooded blade, and she said, When you are at your strongest, you shall bleed as I bleed. The black lifeblood Chaos Eternal shall flow through your veins, and you shall be my Daughter.

"I don't know if that was a dream along the lines of the old nightmare, being a memory brought back to me in the dead of night, but whatever it is, it can't be entirely good."

"You don't know that, though," he replied gently, lifting her head with a single bent finger beneath her chin. "Perhaps it is all as it is meant to be."

Camryn laughed, shoving him away and hopping down from the counter. "Still, we're not equals. You are still in a far worse situation than I. Far as I know, I'm not mad. Not yet, anyway."

Loki had no choice but to assent to this, even as he embraced Camryn from behind. It was not that of lovers. No. It was more of a possessive grip, as though he claimed her as naught but a prize.

"We will be seeing about that," he hissed in her ear. "You do despise SHIELD, yes?"

"They imprisoned me from an early age, after ordering my death. Yeah, I think I'm entitled to hate them."

"We'll have our respective revenge. But you are not to inquire of my plans. If you do. I will assume you to be no more than a spy and will dispatch you accordingly."