Bonjour my lovely :) We all know why you're here. Loki. Loki needs hugs. And sexings.

This fiction is rated M for a reason, you have been warned.

Please enjoy! There's so many Loki/OC fic's out there, I just wanted a piece of Loki pie ;)

Prologue.

Cassidy Sheridan had never been fired before. She'd quit previous jobs a few times but she'd never been fired. Why did she have to let her mouth do the talking, not her head?

She'd been at 'The Journal', the local newspaper for Seattle, for seven years now and through that time, steadily climbed the career ladder. She'd entered an intern and had been fired an editor, well nearly. Jimmy Shooranks had gotten that post.

Stupid Shooranks.

When her boss, Tony Kinderdale had called them both into his office to announce the board's decision, she had high hopes. Cassidy prided herself on being a very good, and well established writer. She loved finding the stories, chasing the tales and discovering their secrets. Then sculpting an engaging and charismatically written piece. Whenever someone needed help, she'd been the office go-to-girl for five out of her seven years and was sure she'd gotten the job.

However, when she found out that Jimmy got the editor's position; a useless but well-entitled dip-shit, a red mist had dangerously descended over her eyes. Then after six minutes of screaming, shouting, shaking her fists and generally threatening people's health by proxy, she'd been escorted out by security.

Outside, Tony had caught up with her.

"Cassie! Cass! Look I'm really sorry about what happened, if it was my choice, I'da given you the job, no joke." her boss comforted, his thick New York accent prominent. As a chief editor of a newspaper, he really embraced the cliché; pot belly, cigars and the accent. If he hired anyone called, 'Parker' or 'Kent', then the image would be complete.

"I had no power over it, it was all the board." he paused and furrowed his thick dark brow, "Look just give it some time, then come back-"

"What? On my knees and begging? Thanks Tone." she interrupted dryly. She didn't mean to be rude but in her current emotional state, she couldn't really help it.

Tony's brow pinched and he rubbed his chin, stroking his calloused fingers against his dark stubble. He looked old, which for a fifty-four year old man, wasn't a good thing. His hair was thinning and his cheeks had lost the fight against gravity years ago, but he'd never lost the thirst and drive to find the story and for that she admired Tony.

A lot.

"Just, think about it okay? I'd hate to lose you, you're like family to me and I'm not just saying that." he emphasised his last point by shaking a finger at her, "You've been here almost eight years and your the best damn reporter I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, let alone the best person."

She could feel her anger relent and was replaced by a brief warmth in her heart. He may be old and balding, but he still knew how to make a girl feel special. She put down the box of her desk things on the floor and gave him a hug.

"I know Tone, me too. I'll give it a few days and come back. Crawling. On my knees. Begging. With a bone in my mouth." she said jokingly, snuggling into his shoulder. He always smelt of cigars and old-fashioned cologne.

"I'll make sure you get your old job back," he kissed the top of her head, "and when Shooranks screws up, I'll be the first to point it out to the board." he chuckled with a chesty cough, he pushed her away and started barking and rasping.

Cassidy laughed and rubbed his back as he spluttered into his white hanky.

"Thanks, just make sure you live long enough!" she teased, "You really aught to stop smoking those cigars, you know. They're clearly not good for you." she said, patting his shoulder.

"Bah, you've gotta die of something," he responded, throwing his arms up in the air, "Just giving the big guy up there a reason."