As the wonderful Mr. Hiddleston has mentioned many times I believe Loki just needs some love! What if when he came to earth for the Tesseract he found someone who accepted him?

"I am Loki of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose."

Nick Fury and Rose Winters stood in shock as they watched Agent Barton and Erik Selvig assist this strange man.

"Clint what do you think you're doing?" Rose tried to go to him despite being held back by Nick. Loki turned to her and pointed his staff in her direction.

"He is doing what I command." Loki said smoothly. "You could be a useful addition to my work." He added as an afterthought placing his staff on her chest but before anything could happen Nick pulled her away, simultaneously shooting at the God only to be hit by one of Clint's bullets.

After that everything seemed to happen at once, the entire building started to crumble around them, Selvig grabbed the Tesseract while Clint grabbed Rose pulling her along with them. She struggled against him, yelling obscenities towards Loki who turned to look at her, surveying her for a moment before nodding to Clint. Then everything went black.

When Rose awoke she surveyed her surroundings and was surprised to find that she was not bound, however the room she was in had nothing but the pillow under her head and the door seemed astonishingly thick. She was pulling at the lock as the door suddenly opened, Loki standing on the other side of it.

"Are you ready to obey my orders yet?" His voice held a mocking tone as the door slammed shut behind him.

"I will never obey you." She was surprised by the hoarseness of her voice, but stood her ground despite the fact she had never felt weaker. A smile spread across Loki's face as he stood back to observe her once again.

"Oh you are stubborn. I am Loki of Asgard I…"

"I know exactly who you are. You have already announced yourself, you are burdened with glorious purpose." She said in a mocking tone. "I don't care, you are an intruder to this world and I assume you intend to cause havoc for no reason other than your own gain, and I will not let that happen."

Loki was stunned. He was rarely interrupted, and never by a human. Words were his speciality and yet at this moment his was silence. He regained his composure making sure his features did not betray his feelings.

"You are locked inside my quarters how do you intend to stop me? I have powers beyond your comprehension." He sneered.

"Perhaps, but from your reaction I can guess you've never had someone outwit you before. A bit of a silver tongue?" Loki flinched at her words remembering the time they had been sneered to him on the Bifrost Bridge. "Oh don't you like that name? You may be a God but you're just as weak as any human, your reaction proved that."

Before she could say another word Loki had pinned her to the wall in anger the sharp edge of his staff positioned against her neck.

"Mock me now!" He spat in her face pressing a little harder. She gulped as she looked up at him and really saw him for the first time. He was handsome. She couldn't deny that. Combined with his gift of speech he was indeed dangerous. Her eyes met his to find tears threatening to spill from his bright green eyes. Her stern gazed softened and her brows furrowed. Why would a God be close to tears?

While she was examining him Loki was doing the same to her. How dare she speak to him in this way? She was substantially shorter than him, the top of her head barely reaching his chin. It was almost comical how such a small person could silence the God. Her black hair fell in waves to her shoulders making her skin look practically white. She was beautiful, despite being human and as he looked into her deep brown eyes he noticed her expression change to one of confusion.

"Why are you crying?" She whispered. Loki felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. No one asked about him, he was Thor's little brother. The bitterness was still there no matter how hard he tried to hide it. His anger got the better of him as he switched the staff with his hand squeezing her slim neck.

"I do not cry. I am not weak like you mortals. How dare you suggest such a thing?" He was right against her now as she gasped for breath and clawed at his hand. In his rage he hadn't noticed that he had lifted her off the ground.

Rose could barely focus as the room span around her, with what little strength she had she kicked his shin as hard as she could, causing him to release her and step back. She fell hard, putting her hands out to stop her head hitting the ground. She stayed in that position breathing heavily; not moving for fear the room would turn black again.

Loki was in no pain. His armour had protected him sufficiently, it was the shock that she would attempt such a thing, and that his anger had sent him into such a flurry that he was unaware of his actions. That was Thor's reaction, not his. He was collected, rational. Without another word he left the room to calm himself.