Heart of Fire and Ice

by joellynann

The God of Mischief returns to Earth for unknown reasons and ends up a captive of SHIELD. It's Sylvie's job to study him, but she harbors secrets as dark as his. Putting them in the same room could end up starting a war... or finding extreme passion. Loki/OC, set post Thor: Dark World. Rated for future chapters.

1. Chapter 1

**Hey everyone. I originally planned to add this storyline into "Make Some Mischief" but decided instead to write a second Loki story. If you followed my previous story, you will notice a few similarities as well as a few copied lines. For that, I apologize. This story will not connect to "Make Some Mischief", "Eyes On You", or any other Avengers fanfics that I may write. This story will completely stand alone. Otherwise, please enjoy and as always, I do not own any Marvel characters or the corresponding movie story lines. Much love!**

Chapter 1

The location was right. The timing was off. I was early… very early. Like almost 2 hours early. I had my book and a cup of coffee, but I wasn't really paying attention to either. The park was crowded and I needed to be focused on my job. I wasn't just another tourist. I was here to stop a war.

At three minutes to two o'clock, I put my book into my purse and finished the cold coffee. I tossed the cup in the trash and started walking, my hands in my pockets. I wasn't following a specific person, per say. It was the feeling of growing power, of magic that guided me. I felt him before I recognized the illusion he had cloaked about him.

"Good afternoon, Loki," I said, reaching out and cuffing the pseudo-god. "You are under arrest."

He had the nerve to laugh, like I didn't see through the disguise of an old man. "You think to, how do you say it… oh, take me in?"

He moved to touch me with his staff, the conductor of his power which most people would only see as a walking stick. Not that it would have really done anything to me, but my natural instincts kicked in. I kicked out and knocked it to the ground, getting the other cuff on his wrist before he knew what hit him.

"Don't bother fighting, Loki. Your magic is neutralized by the cuffs," I called as a swarm of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents surrounded him. "Take him back to home base and get him in lock down. And do not take those cuffs off!"

I watched as they loaded him into the van before picking up the fallen staff. I sighed as the power dimmed and went out. It wasn't so much that I wanted the power. I just wanted to not be the neutralizer of it. I hailed a cab and headed back to the office. I had a lot of explaining to do and Director Fury was not going to be happy about it.