"I don't need your love!" He had screamed at me. In that moment my hard had hardened to stone. Impenetrable. I decided I would not be the normal selfless me. I was going to become someone Loki would need, not just want. He would no longer be able to live unless I was by his side.

He is evil personified, yet I cannot stay away from him. His heart is as hard as diamond, yet I have given him mine. His face has put fear into many people, yet it turns my stomach in knots. His voice has the power to destroy anything but I crave to hear it. And his touch, it is ruthless but it sets my body ablaze.

He sees it now. Finally. I don't know of it's in my eyes or in words that I have spoken but somehow he knows. I take a step closer to him. He doesn't move. When I am standing as near to him as I dare I say, "Please, let me in." All I can manage is a whisper.

His green eyes slide shut. "I have spent so long being this way, trying to achieve this throne. I cannot change for you."

I place a hand on his cheek and his eyes snap open. "I don't care. You can be whoever you want in front of me. Have I not proven my loyalty to you?"

"I have done terrible things. I will do more. I won't stop."

"Loki..." I whisper again. "You do not know how love works. Ours will not be the same as your father's, or of Thor's. It will be different. It will be only ours and no one can destroy that."

He is thinking. Of what, though? "Be honest with me, Loki. I can handle it."

"Love makes me weak. You become my weakness. To control me all someone needs to do is have you."

"Its not easy. It's a sacrifice. It's a choice."

"A choice that you have willingly made."

"You helped me make it. The other day when you yelled at me. That's when I made my choice."

"You want me to be honest? I'm not normal. Love is normal. People deserve to be loved."

I put my other hand on his cheek to gently hold him. "We don't have normal love. We have twisted, dark, unexplainable, beautiful love. There will be legends about the sinister Loki and his dark lover." He smirks. "Am I worthy of your love?"

"What do you mean?"

"You feel like you don't deserve my love. Do I deserve yours?"

"You could do better."

"And you could do worse."

And then he's touching me. His cold fingers grasp my wrists and pull them down. He places a kiss on each palm before linking his fingers through mine.

"You realize that I have no idea how to move forward."

I take a final step forward so that our bodies are touching. "Neither do I." I stand on my tiptoes to hold my lips in a near-kiss. "In case your genius mind hasn't caught on yet, I am in love with you, Loki."

"Be my queen."

I smile, my eyes on his. He leans in the few inches that would have sealed the kiss but I move back slightly. "Say the words first."

But instead he grasps my head in his hands and kisses me fiercely. Within seconds I am panting, breathless. Passion-filled eyes lock on to mine when he breaks the kiss. "You..." Fingers trail down my neck... "...are..." ...my arms... "...my..." ...my back... "...love..."

My breath hitches when he presses me against the wall and kisses me again. His touch is cold, then hot. There are some times when I am completely aware of what is happening, and other moments I lose myself.

"Be my queen," he murmurs again, his lips to my ear.

"Yes." In this moment, it seems like the most logical response. I lean my head against the wall to accept the kisses he leaves on my neck. "Yes."