The steel door opened and by the look on Loki's face I knew he expected to see either one of the so-called Avengers, his once-called brother, or the director of the slack-jawed system which attempted to hold him but when our eyes met instantly, his face and eyes softened. He looked at me like I was the only person he really cared to see.

"Sigyn."

"Loki."

We both ran to the glass and pressed our palms and foreheads together but all we felt was the cold glass pane that separated us.

"Oh, this is torture." I groaned after a long moment.

"I know, I've longed for you for so long."

"And I for you."

"You look well and as beautiful as ever."

I smiled, "And you. I've always wondered how it would look if you let it grow."

"And how does it look?" He asked.

"Beautiful." I said before pressing my lips against glass where his fingers were but when I looked back up my eyes and cheeks were already wet.

"Shh, shh. Don't cry, My Love...My only Sigyn."

"How can I not? This is the closest you've been since...forever it seems and still I cannot touch you."

"Listen to me, I will get out of here and hold you again -"

"Making our reunion all the sweeter." I smiled though hooded eyes which beheld his answering smile.

Suddenly, there was a metallic sound of a distant door opening and distant mutterings of a man slowly growing louder, I turned back to Loki both of us knowing that this precious moment was over

"Go." Loki whispered.

I shook my head, "I can't leave you, not now."

"You've never been without me." He shook his head slowly as he said it.

I wiped my eyes and cheeks free of the tears which were streaming and straightened.

"Never doubt how much, I love you."

"Never." I smiled through my sadness but before either Loki and I moved we pressed our palms back to the glass it was comforting just to have him near even if he was untouchable.

I hid behind the door as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D walked in the room and I slipped out.

I barely started down the hall back to the room I'd claimed as mine when I saw him again but this time I was staring at him through glass.

"How did you like the visit from your little girlfriend?"

I remained silent as I stared.

"Oh, that's right, she's your wife isn't she? How long have you two been married? Two millenia? Three?"

"Something like that." I smiled but the voice that answered was not mine.

"And not a day over sixteen." The director sneered at me with hard, marble eyes,

"Seventeen, actually."

"You sure have good taste in women. She's beautiful."

I stared straight into his eyes; squared my jaw; I could feel by blood boiling and venom dripped from my voice. "You dare so much as touch her in anger or in passion, and I promise you that will be the last time you have hands!"

He backed off from the glass, "I'll let you cool off."

I blinked and found myself alone in the hallway, "Oh, Loki." I smiled suddenly I heard the door creak open and I hide in a small alcove in the wall hidden by shadows. I watched him as walk by and followed him back at a generous space.