A/N: so this is my first Loki story. Those of you who have read my other stories will note that my OCs are very similar, that's because thye are based on myself, I'm not denying it so if that bothers you, well, I really don't care (sorry, it's true). I hope that you all can enjoy this little farce with a mass of sex thrown in. I write stories that I would enjoy reading even if it is a little predictable! well I'll stop rambling now and get on with it!

To say that Stella was pissed at Director Fury would be an understatement: a huge, massive, gaping asshole of an understatement. She was so pissed that she wasn't even sure what a 'huge, massive, gaping asshole of an understatement' WAS! But she didn't care.

Stella was the Chief Historian at SHIELD, she had been hired originally to teach Captain Rogers history from 1944 to present day but then SHIELD decided, or rather Director Fury decided, that she knew too much about the organization and offered her a raise from her then-current 'job' if you could even call it that (she had not been getting paid any way) researching the Scottish witch trials in the mid-1500's to come and work permanently at SHIELD as the Chief Historian. Her Job was basically to anally document everything of importance that happened connected with SHIELD. Which was why she was so royally pissed off, no, she couldn't even use that phrase any more, she was livid, enraged, incensed and all around bitch-slapped angry!

She strode confidently down the hallways of the giant, flying waste-of-money that was the SHIELD hellicarrier, her reddish-brown A-line hair cut bouncing with her stride. The aggressiveness of her walk was enough to tell people that the rather short Historian was out for blood. However her mind, even in its agitated state, could still find a joke in all of it: she was FURIOUS with Fury! She would laugh later; right now she had unfinished business.

"Fury! What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled out side of his door after banging loudly on it.

"Miss Hoffstead, yelling at me again? What is it this time?" Fury asked mildly as he opened his office door and she marched in. He had on his usual frown and black matrix-wannabe jacket.

Stella huffed as she turned to face him a frown on her face as well. Fury had seen this look on her before, her bright blue eyes narrowed just enough to notice and her lips tight in a strange pucker as she sucked in one side of her cheek and held it there with her teeth. She was obviously angry and he had a pretty damn good idea why.

Stella spoke first, folding her arms under her chest. "Director Fury am I not your Chief Historian?" she asked. Her falsely light tone was what he had expected.

"You are." He stated.

"Is it also true that in my job description it states that I have the responsibility of monitoring and recording all happenings, events and artifacts connected to SHIELD that may prove to have historical significance in the future?" her words started to carry a heavier ring to them.

He inclined his head, again answering in the affirmative.

"And as that is true, is it not part of my job to be made aware of…certain things so that I may do my job properly and monitor and report on such things?" her arms had dropped from being crossed under her bust line and she had assumed the position common for many mother's scolding their children: hands balled tightly into fists resting her knuckles on each of her hips not even trying to hide her glare now.

"Miss Hoffstead. I know you are upset but we had to make sure that Loki was detained properly before-" he tried to placate her by anticipating her outburst but no such luck for Nick Fury.

"Detained properly!" she practically screeched "Fury! THAT'S what you're worried about?! I just wanted to be in the loop! Loki is of incredible historical AND modern relevance! After all he is the 'bad guy' you could have at least told me and then said that I couldn't go in there until you had 'detained him properly'. Do you know how I found out he was even here?! I went in the containment room! I saw him and he sure as hell saw me!" she ranted even putting finger quotes around "bad guy" and "detained him properly".

"What were you doing in the containment room?" the director's question was out of the blue for Stella.

She floundered for a moment then realized that the security footage would more than likely show what she had been doing, which was attempting to get away from Agent Robinson who insisted on asking her to have coffee with him every Wednesday like clockwork for the past few weeks.

"I punched Agent Robinson in the jaw for asking me out to coffee yet again and staring at my ass." Stella said confidently. "I'm pretty sure he was told he wasn't allowed to date other agents but I, apparently, don't count as an agent even if we work together." There was no other way to put it.

-about 15 minutes earlier-

"Come on! It's just coffee. I won't bite unless you want me to." Agent Robinson ran after her admiring her ample backside in her grey slacks.

"God! What do I have to do to get through to you?! I will never go out with you, ever!" Stella quickened her pace.

She had already been in a bad mood because she hadn't had breakfast that morning, waking up late. Stella needed to get out of the crowded hallway so she ducked into the nearest door. 'Good the containment room, no one ever goes in here.' She thought to herself, not even realizing there was someone being contained. She walked down the steps so no one could look through the window in the door and see them.

"Why not? I'll be a perfect gentleman! In fact I've been a perfect gentleman the whole time we've known each other." He tried to defend himself.

"Right! Perfect gentleman? My perfect ass! Because for the whole time we've known each other you have been staring at it! Do you even know what my face looks like?!" Stella turned and shouted at him.

"Of course I do!"

"Fine what color are my eyes?" she said covering them with her hand.

Nothing…..WHACK!

She had punched him with everything she had.

"Fuck you!" she said as she stepped over him.

Walking up the stairs to the platform she took a deep breath, to calm herself down when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw him standing about a foot away from the glass, grinning at her.

"I thank you for the entertainment; it was really getting rather dull in here." His voice was soft and melodic but the malicious amusement behind his tone was obvious.

There was no question who he was, she knew him instantly even without his helmet. She filed away in her mind a joke about how he was one god she wouldn't mind being 'horny' around. Stella suppressed her girly squeal of excitement. Here was Loki, the Norse God on mischief! He WAS history, he didn't just live it! Questions started piling up in her mind, how much she wanted to ask him! Then her mind came to a screeching halt…why hadn't any one told her?

Loki had watched the couple enter, not even noticing he was there. Obviously his presence had not yet been announced. Not wanting to gain their attention because they seemed to be having some sort of quarrel he sat perfectly still, content to just observe. He heard the tail end of what the male said something about being a gentleman to the small woman.

"Right! Perfect gentleman? My perfect ass! Because for the whole time we've known each other you have been staring at it! Do you even know what my face looks like?!" she had shouted. When the man answered her she had asked him to prove it, then covered her eyes.

'Oh, this is delightful' he thought, feeling a smile crack his features. He didn't even have to meddle; the man was clearly taking this chance to blatantly stare at the woman. Loki's grin widened when he saw the woman uncover her eyes and pull her fist back, he had to keep from laughing at the man's stunned face.

He relished the sound as her fist struck the man's jaw and the 'thud' as he fell to the floor. As she said her parting words to the man and walked up the stairs to the main platform, Loki knew he had to get this woman's attention, maybe see who she was. She was far too amusing to remain anonymous.

He stood and walked toward her catching her attention instantly. As he spoke he could see the spark of recognition in her eyes and was surprised not to see fear but perhaps…happiness, curiosity? Definitely not the reaction he was expecting. Suddenly her expression changed drastically to anger as she muttered: "Fury…" and left.

'How intriguing…' he mused.

-present-

"That was a mean right hook." Fury commented watching the tape of her decking Agent Robinson, a small smile playing on his face as he rewound the tape and watched her hit him again. Stella had watched Loki as he first saw them, his face showing his slight interest then seeing his face break into an amused smirk then turn into a downright gleeful grin. Well, at least he thought her amusing enough to talk to her.

"Thank you Director. Now, you realize I need an interview with him." Stella stated a bit impatient.

"I do." Fury said "But we have to make sure that it's safe for you to be in there. Loki is incredibly dangerous." Then seeing her pout he went on "However go get ready for the interview, we should be ready for you within the hour."

Stella felt the anticipation squirm in her stomach. "Thanks Fury!" she said and hastened out the door to her office.

Stella rummaged around in her desk for a new legal pad. Once she found one she started furiously writing as fast as she could all the questions she wanted to ask. After writing for a solid 10 minutes she paused. She needed to approach this with a plan. Loki was a rather volatile person (could he even be classified as a person?) so she needed to keep her regular personality in check just a little more than usual. After all he was attempting to take over the world. For some reason in her brain a cartoon Loki popped up, started jumping up and down shouting 'world domination' in a squeaky voice. Stella snorted lightly before thinking about what she could say to the God.

'Maybe I should talk to Thor. After all they did grow up together.' She thought then went to go find the God of thunder.

Stella went to the gym as that was where most of the male Avengers seemed to congregate and she was very pleased to find Thor and Steve Rogers in the boxing ring. She smiled and watched for a while until they decided to take a break a few minutes later.

"Ms. Hoffstead." Steve acknowledged her as he always had.

"Steve you can call me Stella, I'm not your teacher anymore." she smiled at him. He just nodded but she knew that he wouldn't call her by her first name the next time she saw him. "Thor, I actually came to talk to you about something."

"Lady Stella I am most honored you sought me out! A pleasure to see you as always!" he grinned at her. Clapping Steve on the shoulder they agreed to meet again tomorrow. "Lady, what do you need of me?" he turned back to her still smiling.

"Okay, I'm not sure if you know but your brother is here." She said slowly.

"Aye, I was on the craft that brought him." he answered suddenly solemn.

"Right, well it's my job to interview him and I was wondering if you might be able to give me a few pointers. Like how I should talk to him or something like that." Stella liked Thor, he was very sweet and good humored but she could not count on his brother to be the same.

"I see. My brother is a Sorcerer, very skilled in magic and also with words. He twists words to make you bend to his will. He has done it to me countless times. He craves respect since he believes he was not given it on Asgard. As for how you should speak to him I would tell you to appreciate his position as a prince of Asgard and treat him as such. I do not believe he will harm you." Thor then added lightly "it would not hurt if you made him laugh as well."

"I did that already, well he smiled but I think he wanted to laugh." Stella said quickly.

"Ah, well then I foresee no problem for you. My brother enjoys some good fun. What, pray tell, did you do to amuse him?" Thor asked, a smile back on his lips.

"I punched Agent Robinson." She said.

Thor threw his head back and let out and enormous bark of laughter "I would have very much liked to have seen that Lady Stella."

"Go find Fury; I think he's still watching the tape in his office." Stella laughed with him.

"Indeed my brother would find much pleasure at such a spectacle. I shall find Director Fury and have him show me. Fair well Lady Stella." He said as he grasped her hand and pushed a rushed kiss on her knuckles then chuckled his way down the hall.

Stella returned to her office thinking over what Thor had said. 'skilled in magic huh?' that had her on edge, their facility was not magic proof in any way which meant that Loki wanted to be here. She was sure Fury had thought of the same thing and hopefully had cautioned against that.

'How would I talk to a prince any way?' her thoughts quickly abandoning the last one. She could just see herself. 'Oh your Majesty!' she heard herself saying in an overly dramatic voice curtseying and for some reason she had on a huge poofy dress, a powdered wig and an ostrich feather fan.

She scribbled down a few more questions while doing some light research on Loki. She was pulling a book off the top shelf of her in office library when there was a sharp knock on her door. It startled her and she let go of said book and it hit her on the head.

"OW! Fuck! Come in!" she yelled at the door.

Agent Coulson opened the door. "We have secured the perimeter, the containment room is ready." He spoke in the same monotone.

"So it's time for my interview?" she asked climbing down her three step ladder and rubbing the top of her head. Agent Coulson just nodded.

She gathered up her legal pad, a few extra writing utensils and her trusty voice recorder. As an afterthought she brought the book as well just to have something to set the recorder on so it wouldn't fall through the grate floors of the containment room. As she walked she looked down at the book, it was pretty big for a fairly modern book. The cover had a picture of an old Scandinavian carving and in bold green letters it read Loki: God of Mischief or God of Evil? It was written by Samantha Anya Eldritch.

Stella had met Samantha and had very quickly come to the conclusion that the woman was an absolute bitch. She was incredibly biased, thought that she knew everything and was completely indifferent to anyone else's opinion if she didn't share it. However, much to Stella's dismay, Samantha had insisted that they were friends only using Stella for her research then claiming the theory as her own.

'The woman would shit bricks if she knew I was getting an interview with Loki!' Stella tried to contain her smile.

"Miss Hoffstead we will be outside if you need us." Agent Coulson said opening the door for her.