So, erm, hi there :) This was just something that popped into my head and demanded to be written. I didn't follow any intention whatsoever and just went with the flow (doesn't sound as good as go with the flow, damn :D) so you should just do the same :) Have fund and.. stuff.

New York in winter was a beautiful sight but could also be very dangerous and, most important, extremely cold. The trees and buildings all wore a thick coat of white snow, threatening to bury the people underneath and the people themselves wore thick coats, scarves, gloves and hats in order to keep the cold away, but with little to no success. So all the humans walked as fast as the wind blowing in their faces and the ice on the ground allowed to get into the warmth of one of the houses.

Sitting on the rooftop of a skyscraper he scanned his surroundings and watched the people on the street. He was bored to no extent and longed for an interesting event to occur but the humans freezing on the street weren't interesting at all. He was about to leave the roof when something caught his eyes. In his peripheral view he saw a little human slipping on the ice and due to his boredom he found entertainment in this rather low kind of comedy. The human staggered back to its feet and, thinking the show was over, he wanted to turn away again but, oh, was he mistaken. It happened again. Same turn of events. Slipping, falling, standing back up. And again. And again. The raven haired god fell into hysterious laughter and kept watching the poor little ant.

Skye Holmes really was unlucky today. First the metro didn't drive due to an accident on the line, then she was late for her classes at university and, therefore, missed an important about British literature which, according to the professor, was very important for the exams and finally the heavy snow storm totally surprised her on her way home. And there she was now, at Central Park, making a complete fool of herself. But, since she was in New York, nobody had pity enough to help her. How she wished to be back in London, right now. There at least three nice people would have offered her help by now, but America obviously was different. She fell again, landed on her butt and sighed in defeat, her books scattered across the ground.

Loki grew tired of watching the human falling to the ground, but when it didn't try to get up anymore he wondered if it was dead. He looked closer seeing it still breathed and looked pretty defeated. Loki Laufeyson almost felt pity for the tiny human woman and, also due to his boredom, he decided to help her.

Sitting on the freezing ground, she gathered her books together and put them back in her bag, trying to keep them in there this time. Grabbing the last book she sighed again and began the, hopefully, last attempt to get up on her feet again. Half way up she felt her left foot slip away again but this time Skye, or more precisely Skye's butt, didn't feel the hard contact with the ice, but a firm grip on her right arm. The girl looked up and directly into deep green eyes filled with a mixture of pity and disgust. A shiver ran down her back and she instinctively tried to get away from the black-haired tall man in the dark coat.

Annoyed he tightened his grip around the girls arm. Couldn't she just accept his help like the little bug she was? Humans were so stupid, but then again, she was a smart girl to know he was dangerous. Nevertheless, he hauled her back up to her feet and loosened his grip a bit, seeing how it seemed to hurt her. But now that he had decided that this human shall be his new entertainment he wasn't going to let her run away. The god decided to try the nice polite way first and so he asked, seemingly concerned, if she was okay.

"Are you alright?" The stranger still holding Skye's arm asked politely. She could do nothing but stare at him, wondering where the danger in his eyes went. They seemed nice by now, but she knew what she saw, so she wasn't going to trust this man. Realising she was staring at him, which her British manners forbade her, she hurried to answer him: "Oh, uh… I'm okay, thank you very much, sir."

"Why certainly! How could I leave a young woman in need of help to her own", he laughed and smiled slightly. Skye was a little startled to hear him speaking with a British-ish accent. If he really was from the Isles she could see why he of all people would help her. Yes, it was a stereotype, but obviously it was correct this time. Deep in her thoughts she didn't see the bemused look he gave her.

This girl sure was entertaining. Loki loved to make people feel uncomfortable or at a loss of words and he surely managed both this time. But as the silence kept on he slowly grew bored again so he broke it. "May I help you get into the warmth?" Startled she looked at him again and searched for the right words.

"That would be very nice of you, but I don't want to cause you any trouble." There were her British manners again, finally. The man smirked and assured her it would be his pleasure, he actually insisted to accompany her, so how could she refuse?

There they were now, the tall man and the tiny woman, on their way to the woman's little flat. Since the metro still didn't drive they walked the whole way and furthermore, since the ground was covered in ice not only in Central Park it was a slow journey.

Again she slipped on the icy ground and again the tall man caught her before she could land on the rigid ground. He grew quite tired of this so he decided to put an end to this aggravation and scooped the girl up in his arms. The girl protested after a brief moment of shock but the god's hands were too strong for her. "What are you doing? Put me down this instant or I…"

"Or you what? See, you are falling every few seconds and it is getting quite annoying. So let me just carry you to make this easier, little lady."

He taunted her and she knew it but at the same time he was kind of right. And she knew that too. But still, it was irritating to be carried just like that by a man you didn't even know the name of. Which brought her to the next point.

"What is your name, anyway?"

He looked down at her, while he carried her bridal style und smirked again. "My name? Wouldn't it be common sense to introduce oneself before asking for someone's name?"

"I, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to… My name is Skye. Skye Holmes. So may I ask yours now?" After stuttering at first she got a hold of herself. It wasn't that she was dumb, she could be eloquent and versatile, she just wasn't that good with people, especially people she didn't know. Hell, Skye was even too anxious to talk to anyone at university, let alone live in the dorms with a roommate. That was why she worked when she wasn't at university. To pay her rent. To stay in her little personal bubble, where she didn't have to be cautious or anxious.

"That's how it ought to be, isn't it? Pleasure to meet you Miss Holmes, my name is Loki." That statement was accompanied by a sinister grin and a spark in his eyes while Skye's mind worked. Loki? Where did she hear that before?

"Norse mythology… You mean Loki like the Norse god of mischief? Like, in Thor and Loki of Asgard?"

"So you figured it out. I'm impressed… no not really, I made it quite easy, didn't I? But now that you know, we don't have to waste our time with this tedious walk anymore." And that was the last thing he said before they vanished into thin air.

They reappeared in pitch-black darkness. The air was cold and the atmosphere threatening. Then suddenly a small green light appeared before her and as her eyes adjusted she saw it danced on Loki's palm, who was still holding her in his arms.

"Where are we?" Skye looked up at the tall god and into his emerald eyes. There was a sinister amusement in them that told her she actually didn't want to know. But she did.

"This is, as you mortals would probably put it, my secret hide-out." He said with a smirk and put the little woman down on her feet. She swayed slightly, as an aftermath of the teleporting, and took two cautious steps away from the God of Mischief.

"Wait, what?" Skye was startled. Why would he bring her to his secret hide-out and, more importantly, where exactly was his secret hide-out and, furthermore, why was it so damn dark here? The last question she obviously had asked aloud as Loki said casually "Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would I?"

"Ok, surprise, yay. Would it hurt you to turn on the lights now, or shall I fall over whatever you have in here first?" Why the bloody hell was she so hilariously dumb-brave? It definitely wasn't brave-brave. Probably being unable to see his menacing glare gave her this stupid-courage. Pretty dumb actually.

"Sassy, are we?" Loki Laufeyson asked and Skye could literally hear the smirk forming on his lips. "But as you wish. You may be allowed to see." And with that a blinding light appeared in Skye's view, which made her unable to see anything – again. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the new circumstances and she could finally see her surroundings. And it was… Well, just a normal apartment. She looked at her kidnapper. Seeing him again drained her from the dumb-bravery so she wouldn't say 'Pretty lame actually' but instead "Most appreciated, thank you."

"So the lady found her manners again. You seem to be more entertaining than I thought." Loki let his gaze go over Skye's thin frame, taking in all of her appearance. "Pretty interesting indeed."

"So what? You want me to be your personal home-entertainment? Nope, not gonna happen!" She really didn't know what made her snap like that. The thought of the situation itself or his strange glare, but, whatever it was, it did the job. Being used was one of the things she hated most in life, so it was only natural that this made her mad as hell. Despite her tiny-ness she could actually be pretty menacing. Well, sometimes at least. This time obviously was not one of those. He laughed. Heartily so, and ridiculing her anger in mere seconds, he almost bend over and held his stomach. It was weird to look at the evil mate who led an alien-invasion upon New York laugh openly like that, so Skye just stood there and stared. Dumbfounded.

Slowly Loki caught himself and returned to his straight-up posture, running his hand through his black, smooth hair. "And you really think you get a say in this?"

"I'm definitely not gonna do any bloody thing from now on. Let's see how entertaining you find that." And with these words she just sat down on the floor, cross-legged and arms crossed over her chest. Reluctant to act or react to anything.

Loki looked at her quite surprised. He was sure she wouldn't be able to do this for long. None of the mortals ever have done something like this, which intrigued him. They mostly froze in place out of fear or tried to talk themselves out. Really, who would hope to talk himself out of a situation with Loki Silvertongue? Stupid.

Growing bored of staring at Skye's unmoving form he turned his back to the silent mortal and went to his black couch to sit down. From there he continued to watch her while pretending to read a book.

Skye was sitting on the floor for what felt like an hour now. She was determined to keep it that way, but as usually with the things she was determined to do she lost interest. Growing bored rather quickly the girl glanced over at the god, who just sat on the couch, one leg over the other, reading a book. Her position was starting to hurt but she didn't want him to see her move. Surely, she had to make a point, couldn't appear weak.

With the pain growing over time she slowly lost her determination and shifted slightly, only making it worse. A grown threatened to leave her throat but Skye managed to stifle it. Her arms and legs longed to be moved, spread out so the blood could flow undisturbed again. Shortly before the student could give in to her desire the god of mischief stood up and walked over to her again.

Kneeling in front of her he stared into her dark brown eyes. "You know, never before has a mortal behaved like this in my presence." Skye's eyes widened. She hadn't anticipated that.

"So I'm not the first victim to your kidnapping?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

"We speak again, do we? No you are not the first I took here, but the first to act stupidly in the face of a god." He gave her a menacing glare and saw the fear in her eyes. Satisfying but still not enough. "Did you think this little plan of yours through? Just sitting on my floor won't get you anywhere and believe me I have time and patience. You would die of old age before achieving anything."

"Proven by you kneeling before me." Oops. That probably wasn't a good idea judging by the anger flashing in the Asgardian's green eyes. Loki grabbed the girl's right arm and hauled her to her feet. Before she could find her balance again, due to the long sitting-on-hard-wooden-floor-thing her legs weren't really up to standing, let alone walking, right now, he shoved her though a door at the other end of the room and onto a balcony high over the streets of, hopefully, New York.

It was dark outside, the night sky was coloured dark blue but no stars could be seen, as it was illuminated by the lights of the city that never sleeps. The streets were plastered with tiny streetlights and adversaries. It could have been a quite beautiful view, if Skye's life wouldn't be in danger at the moment.

Pushing her with the back to the railing Loki growled into her ear. "You dare to insult me. You dare to defy me. Do you value your life so little? Give me one reason not to push you over this railing and let you fall to death." When she didn't respond right away he put his free hand onto her stomach and began to push.

Skye didn't know what to do, sure, but she was completely lost to why she didn't beg but challenged him even further. Adrenaline? Some crazy death-wish deep inside of her? Complete and utter insanity?

"I'd say because you grow bored of being obeyed all the time. Isn't it dreary to always get what you want?" Probably all of the above.

Loki just looked at her. He could see that she herself was shocked at what she just said. But what intrigued him even more was the courage that seemed to burn inside this tiny mortal body. He moved his hand from Skye's stomach behind her lower back and pulled her away from the railing.

"You really are more than meets the eye, Skye Holmes. I'm impressed. I might want to keep you, so be thankful." He whispered to her. His words sent a shiver down her spine and she could do nothing but stare at him. In the moonlight his facial features were accented and at the same time somehow smoothed, making him look as unearthly as he truly was.

Loki led her back inside the apartment and to the kitchen-counter. What did he plan to do now?

"Since you are going to be here for a while it would only be polite to offer you something to drink. What would you like, dear?" Loki's whole behaviour had shifted from life-threatening to polite-host, which was very unnerving for the small woman in front of him, and he loved it.

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Somehow living with the god of mischief for some time now, Skye began to slowly understand him. At least she hoped she did. They were sitting on the black couch together both absorbed by their books when Skye was slowly falling asleep, the book falling from her hands and landing on the floor with a thud. Loki looked at her sluggishly tilting towards him, eyes half-closed and unfocused. He caught her mid-fall and let her head rest on his lap, after he put his own book away. And so they sat there, Skye asleep on Loki's lap and Loki stroking her long brown hair.

"You actually like this, don't you?" She hummed after a while, eyes still closed. Loki looked down at her a smile forming on his lips. "What exactly do you mean, dear?" Skye chuckled slightly before answering him. "Having something to care for. To be needed."

"So you need me?"

She opened her dark brown eyes and locked them with his green orbs. "To see the god of lies startled. That is quite something."

"You didn't answer my question." He frowned.

"Yes." She never has been good with talking feelings so she hoped he would be content with just this. Apparently not. "Yes, what?" He insisted.

"Yes, I need you." The brunette reluctantly answered and blushed, turning away from his gaze to hide it. No success whatsoever. It was his turn to chuckle and, pulling her up to meet his eyes, he simply stated: "You're right."

So this is it. Hope you enjoyed it. If you actually did, I would be really happy about a review and of course I welcome constructive criticism :)

Have a wonderful day people!