Chapter 1

I couldn't help glancing out the stunning cement Celtic window frame again as we walked down the halls to the main palace. There was just something about the view from the north side of the city that drew my attention as it took my breath away. I couldn't seem to get enough, the way the new yet intricate ancient city flowed and shinned from the suns raze as it meet a calm clear blue sea that stretched on as fare as my eyes could see.

I had been on the new Asgard for a quite a few weeks now helping with the new operations and assisting the Asgardians get settled into the new home as part of the earths welcoming comity. The city itself was so stunning and beautiful I couldn't believe it was built so quickly with some much details and love, in some arias it looked as if it had stood strong for century's though the build had only commenced 6months ago.

Thor continued to tell me it was all down to hard work and man power, 'eye roll', but I had heard just a few days ago of a mage that was helping moving the process along faster than anyone had expected. I wasn't sure of his name or even seen him yet, as the Asgardians I had spoken to seamed reluctant to say his name and even some of my colleagues, from earth whom had apparently seen him at work, where to afraid to talk about him. Apparently, he is quite an intimidating mage, but the only Asgardian I know of with magic abilities was the last person you would expect helping Thor, and he was also apparently under SHEILD surveillance.

We continued walking through the citadel towards the main throne room as Thor again pointed our various facility's and new parts of the city like the arena and training centres and another bar. It had become painfully obvious during my stay that the Norse Legend had taken a liking to me. Ok that was an under statement the man was rather infatuated, he had tried various methods in the last three weeks to impress me. Some of these included splitting trees with his bare hands, smashing rocks into pieces like shards of glass and hosting a banquet or four where he further tried impressing me with stories of his past victories and galante acts of valour, just to name a few.

Now don't get me wrong, I was extremely impressed, at lest with his vision for Asgard and the Man was a perfect specimen. Gorgeous wasn't even close to describing this mythic warrior and king, the man had abs that any woman could die for, tall and broad with a face of… well a God, chiselled jaw and strong features holding soft blue eyes accompanied by golden locks, that had apparently recently been hacked off meaning instead of settling at his shoulders it was now short onto his head, though he has informed me that it will not take long for it to return to its previous glory.

So, you can see why every and any girl, woman and some men on the planet wear falling all over him, and since Jane Foster had recently dumped him, or it was a mutual dumping as Thor had awkwardly tried to explain once, he was the Earths recent number one eligible bachelor. He has even been featured on a few of the magazines only weeks after arriving and announcing the decision to relocate to Norway permanently. But no matter what he is, or whom and no matter how impressed I am with everything he is doing for his Kingdoms or how hard he has flattered and courted me, I just can't seem to fall for him. I don't even know why, I tried to pretend it was working, I thought it was just me being weird as usual, but something just doesn't seam to fit right, I just can't see him as anything more than a the ruler of Asguard that I was currently working with and a friend.

If it was up to me I would have told Thor of my very odd feelings three weeks ago when he had gotten serious about courting me, but I was an employee of SHEILD's whom had requested, or more accurately ordered, me to continue to go along with everything to help with the process and prevent any tension in regards their presence in Asgard. And to be honest there could be much worse things to be ordered to do for your country and plant, I just felt like I was tricking him.

Thor and I had just reached the throne room as his second in command walked over. Himdal was quite the looker himself, with dark brown skin and beautifully mystic yellow eyes. He also had to many muscles for any ordinary mortal and a head of long black hair that he held back at his neck with a tie. He smiled at me as he walked over and gave me a small nod, he was a very kind man and I had gotten to know a bit about him during my stay and I could even go as far to call him a friend.

"My King" Himdal said as he reached Thor, "May we speak a moment".

Thor exuded himself and walked a little further towards the throne that sat above the room on a stage of gold. The large red and gold chair looked so dominant above hall, as I questioned why had needed to be built in the first place, considering I had yet to see Thor sit in the chair himself since I had arrived. Ceremony I guess.

That's when I felt it. A strange tingling sensation, almost life magic had filled that air around me, but it was still magic, as if it simply radiated form something or someone. It was the latter I realised a moment later as a tall man glided through the large golden doors that Thor and I had previously passed through only a few moments before. And he was a GOD, in every sense of the word.

He sauntered in as if a god amongst kings, moving with absolute grace and confidence. He was over 6 foot, I could already tell even from this large distance, possibly taller than Thor and what appeared to be lean raw muscle. His check bones so sharp I was 100% curtain he had carved then himself, framed by his deep, dark, black hair which was held back behind his ears, falling just above his shoulders. He walked with precision and ease as his long legs pushed him closer to me, my heart seamed to match the rhythm of his steps. His black suit, tailored to his gorgeous figure, seamed so out of place in the massive Celtic hall but his air and charisma matched like fine wine, I was sure he was sent from above but judging from his attire most likely an ambassador from Earth, or another yet to meet colleague of mine.

He had gotten close enough now for me to see his hypnotising green eyes almost matching the emerald green silk shirt slightly hidden under his mat black suit and tie. His eyes swung to mine and I felt trapped like innocent pray that has been spotted and marked by a predator. Then it happened, the smile. It started slow and subtle, the spread like a wild fire storm right into my chest, I felt my heart squeeze, a feeling like nothing I had ever felt before. Subconsciously I must have though the ache like a physical pain as I brought my hand to my chest without realising, which only seamed to increases the wickedness of his entrapping grin.

I barely even registered as Thor yelled a greeting and moved in front of me to embrace this mystic, enchanting stranger. Five weeks I had been here, five long weeks and never had I seen this mesmerising man, whom continued to pin me with his gaze as he embraced his brother. Wait! Did Thor just call him brother? Thor only had one brother and I know about him far too well.

"Loki" I whispered meaning to slap myself from my trance, reminding myself of the cruelty and pain that this man… no God, had forced upon my fellow countrymen, agents and all of mankind. But it sounded more like a secret whisper of desire, which I am positive the God in question had heard.

Damn it girl, snap out of it, I chastised myself, He is trouble with a capital T and R.O.U.B.L.E. But my heart didn't seem to get the memo, as it continued to beat loudly and franticly when Thor walked back slightly, standing directly in front of me effectively blocking my view. Maybe I miss heard, maybe his name is Bronther, weird but plausible.

"What brings you to the hall brother" Thor boomed again, and it was evident that this was the one and only God of Mischief in the flesh, Loki of Asgard. Well there goes my loop hole, and the closed guard, I thought as I watched Himdal depart the hall eyeing Loki as he left.

"I have come to inform you, brother, that the vault is now ready, but the outer limits of the city have yet to be properly warded due to the annoyance of supposed Gard Dog!" Loki said moving his lean arm to the side spreading his hand of long fingers. As he did so the air shimmered, revealing a dark man in his late 20's bound in a tightly wrapped gold chain siting on his rump looking extremely displeased.

"Sam?" I asked shocked he was even hear and surprised at his state. Sam Wilson, or more commonly known as Falcon, was meant to be at the Avengers HQ with Captain America keeping a watchful eye on dangerous forces to prevent any more Earth catastrophes and train the new recruits. Ohhh, yes. That IS what he is doing, I though looking back at Loki. Just more confirmation that he is bad news, so why am I still so damn intrigued?

Thor had started saying something about a deal and understanding when Loki interrupted. "Understanding their need to provide unwanted annoyances, brother, is not accepting it nor feeling to desire to make it easy on the rodents. This pidgin here" he said, which I'm guessing meant Falcon, "continues to flap around aimlessly as I am warding the city impugning my work making it exponentially difficult to refrain from sending him to Muspelheim. Just to see how his little paper wings move around in the malt and laver" Loki growled as Sam tried to say something around his muzzle.

Muspelheim, from what I remember in the mythology book I had read on the way to Norway for this mission, was one of the 9 realms that Thor Rained over. It was a nasty place of fire, lava and thick black smoke, home of the fire Giants and world of Surtr the destructor of Asgard, for his hand in Ragnarok and the end of Asgard, or the original one, which is the main reason they were on Earth now.

"Loki" Thor said calmly and light heartedly "To think you could be foiled by a mere mortal man with fake wings, I Could have used his help years ago" he chucked as Sam glared at Thor now still trying to voice his outrage through the bonds on his mouth.

"Foiled, dear brother, is giving the flying nascence far too much distinction. A hindrance possibly, an insufferable fool is more an appropriate description" he said smiling again at poor Sam whom was still trying tear his arms free.

"Come now Loki, let the little man go and we shall discuss the appropriate boundaries for the duration of his stay." Thor asked pointing to Falcon as he fell on to his side still struggling.

Loki, clearly not convened but apparently finding a wicked distraction waved his had as the most sinfully wicked grin spread across his face. The bounds holding Sam where slowly loosened as Sam struggled to pull them of his arms to remove the gag from his mouth.

"These wings are made of Titanium and Mylar which could with stand any heat you think your little tricks could muster" Sam yelled as he tangled with the rest of the restating clearly getting agitated and impatient. Surely, he has realised Loki did it only to annoy him further considering he could have easily removed the bonds completely rather than force Sam to slowly remove them.

Since Muspelhiem was a planet engulfed in smoke and ash with barely if no view of the sun, I realised that Falcon's Solar powered jets would have been useless to fly in those conditions. Coughing a little I quietly said, "Solar power" to remind Sam of his limits which he frequently forgot about, getting him into a few spots of trouble. But of course, Sam wasn't the one who's attached my little, not so masked, comment had received. Loki's gaze turned to mine once again and my whole body shuddered, with fear or excitement I wasn't sure, but the buzzing was driving me crazy, as if my entire body was on fire.

"And whom might you be hiding from me brother?" Loki said smoothly like clear water running over river rocks or swirling in crystal glass.

"Perhaps we could organise with Rogers anther delegate whom may be more… conspicuous" Thor stated completely ignoring Loki's previous request.

Just then Sam tried standing after removing the last of his bonds only to trip and fall flat on his face. Thor and I turned to see poor Sam looking confused at his feet which had no restraints but were clearly bound.

I Couldn't help but feel a small smirk tug at my face when I realised Loki had left one of the bonds on his ankles with some kind of invisible shield. As I looked back at him I realised he had not only kept his attention on me but he had witnessed my terrible smile at his mischiefs. Strangely his appearance seamed to simmer for a split second before returning to normal, as if my vision had blurred.

"Forgive Me" Loki laughed, a beautifully evil sound "I seem to have forgotten one" he said as he waved his hand again releasing Sam instantly.

Thor turned back to glare at his troublesome brother, "You know, this whole ruling job would be a lot easier without you pissing off everyone that we could be using as allies." Thor said shaking his head.

"It only seems fare brother, that if my efforts must be burdened, then yours should be as well" Loki quirked as Sam practically ran at him fists at the ready.

Loki quickly put his hands up in a fake surrender pleading innocent, which no on in the room bought into, as an argument broke out.

I stepped back as things started getting tense thinking that it could get heated soon and the further I was from the fire the better. But as I took another step back I slammed into what felt like a wall. I was sure I was too far from the back of the throne room and in the wrong spot for it to be a pillar. Slowly I felt the wall behind me move as if bended behind me.

"Now why is it that my brother see's it fit to shield you form me?" said the wall as it lowered to my ear. I looked ahead at Thor, Sam and Loki as they argued about common decency and who would smash whom, knowing that the voice, husky and smoothly seductive like fine wine was the tall sorcerer still feigning innocence across the room.