Hello all! Hopefully you're here because you read my other story Flirting with Danger, and loved it so much that you had no choice but to come back for more. Even if you haven't, I'm so excited to shared a second part of a series involving my favorite OC.

I wrote this story in one of my notebooks probably about six months ago and am just now transfering it over to computer documents through a tedious process called "typing." This is why I may not have chapters posted very frequently. Nonetheless, please enjoy and review! I'd love to hear what you think!

It had been nearly two years since my life had been turned upside down. Since I broke off my engagement, since I was a field agent.

Since I fell in love with a Norse God.

Now I was single and incredibly bored with my new job. All because two years ago I took a gamble and followed a handsome man to an alien planet. Coulson figured that, instead of punishing me, he could use me to figure out new information about Asgard and other realms. I went from being a head combat agent and kicking in heads to being the chief informant of other realms. The actual work was minimal, and when I realized this, I asked Coulson if I could resume my work as a field agent.

"No," he had said. "You're presence is crucial if we have any chance of Loki returning. If you were to die in combat, Asgard would be lost to us."

I tried to explain to him that Loki would be more likely to come if I was in danger, but he wouldn't hear it. But I knew Loki wasn't the only reason for keeping me out of the field. I knew it, even though Coulson tried to hide it from me.

His name was James Sumner; a communications specialist turned mad-man, and my ex-fiance. Two years ago he tried to hurt me (well hurt would be putting it lightly) after he found Loki and I in the sheets of an Asgardian bed. Agent Sumner was relocated far from me, was what Coulson had told me once I arrived at S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters, and I almost believed him. Then the phone calls started. It was Sumner and, by the way he would stall on the phone, I could tell he was tracking me. I got really terrified because with each new phone I got, he would still find a way to contact me. I knew the only way to live in peace was no phone. But truth be told, there was always a glimmer of excitement and hope in my heart whenever James called; if I was in danger, maybe Loki would show up to protect me.

But after solid two months of silence from James, I let go of that hope.

When I wasn't working, which was most of the time, I would be on the computer, messaging or skyping my new friend, Jane Foster.

I met Jane through Coulson. He thought that, after James went crazy, I'd need a new friend. We were nothing alike, Jane and I. She was an astrophysicist currently working in London. Her good friend, Erik Selvig, worked here at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, so Jane was familiar with the agency. She was crazy about science, which was a subject I couldn't find more boring; this is why our deep friendship was so odd to most people. But to us, our friendship was founded on the one thing we had in common: our passionate love for the princes of Asgard. Jane met Thor, Loki's brother, in New Mexico after her intern hit him with her car. Though Jane's day with an Asgardian was not as passionate as mine, we shared the hole in our hearts, that could only be filled with our lovers.

Since Jane's knowledge of Asgard was so much more limited than mine, she delighted in hearing me describe it in detail. I would often spend afternoons describing the golden city with buildings full of life. I would go over and over the day I had with Loki (minus the sleeping with him, only Coulson and Sumner knew about that). She would listen to every word.

It was exactly this kind of day. Slow, nothing extraordinary, just Jane and I Skyping.

"Will you tell Erik 'hello' for me?" asked Jane. "I miss him."

"Sure, if I can find my way out of this prison," I answered. "I really don't know what Coulson's so afraid of."

Jane smiled. "Rhodie, you know."

"I know," I groaned. I put my feet up on the table in the middle of my office. "What's new with you?"

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary," said Jane. "Darcy's been a pain."

I laughed, thinking about Jane's quirky intern. "Oh you know Darcy, always—" A figure walked by my office. No, two. I got up from my desk and walked towards the window.

"Rhodie?" Jane asked.

I quickly walked back to my computer and whispered, "Jane, two people just walked past my office."

"They're probably just agents walking around."

"No, my office is the end of the line. No one works in this building farther down than my office." I tiptoed back by the window and cursed the tint. "There are offices down there, but they've been empty since before I got here."

"Rhodie, you're overreacting," said Jane. "They probably ran out of room in the other office areas."

"You don't get it," I said, whispering with force. "My area is where they put special agents. Agents who have been through or seen something that could be helpful to S.H.E.I.L.D.. Whoever this is, they're important."

There was a pause. "You're going to check it out, aren't you?"

I smiled to myself. "I'll message you tomorrow, Jane," and I closed my laptop with a click.