Author's Note:This is short because I'd like to see how it's received so please review and feed me some ideas :) Much appreciated!

It was done. Partially at least. Hopefully Marcus as at the very least wounded. Khan could only wish.

Damn that man though, the one who ruined his engine. Khan only caught a glimpse of his face but it was enough. He'd remember. He began the beaming sequence that would take him to Kronos. The golden light started to surround him and just as he began to see the debris of the Klingon home world he felt himself yanked away. His breath was knocked from him as he spun through space.

What the hell was happening? His beaming device had been working perfectly! He tried to tuck himself into a ball to protect himself; he may be superhuman but he didn't know where he'd end up. Best to be safe.

Turns out he was correct in doing this, because not a few seconds had passed before he was slammed hard onto an unforgiving surface. The drop had been so forceful that he was actually dizzy. He tried to open his eyes and all he found was darkness. Then Khan heard a voice. It was deep, smooth, and…sensual. His foggy brain had volunteered that last adjective and he wasn't sure why. He wasn't exactly in a position to have completely coherent thoughts.

"How fascinating…" The voice said. Khan heard footsteps coming towards him and he tried to move for his weapon but his limbs were like lead. He'd never felt like this before. He hated it. He wasn't used to being weak, and he wished he could threaten the other person.

"What unusual clothes…," the voice said and the super being felt chilly fingers pick at his leather and black shirt; they brushed against his lower abdomen and they feel-for a second-nice. "You must be from another realm. Fantastic, I've been in dire need of a distraction."

Khan tried to mumble something but then two cool fingers were pressed against his forehead and he began to get drowsy. What was happening? Why couldn't he fight this? Where…was…he…

"Shhh now…," the fingers left his head but Khan could still feel the gaze as he drifted to slumber. "Rest. We'll have plenty of time to talk after." A low chuckle was the last thing he heard.

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Well wasn't this remarkable? Loki had just been lying in his bed, in this damned cell, practicing magic when he'd sensed something strange. A pull of some kind. He concentrated and let his fingers making grasping motions at the strange sensation. It felt as if it was coming closer…and closer, at a rapid pace. Then something fell onto the floor, with all the grace of an elephant falling from a tree.

It startled Loki, actually startled him. He wasn't afraid of bumps in the night (as he usually was the one creating them), but this he had not been expecting.

Loki stood and came closer to the huddled mass on the floor, "How fascinating …"

With his eyes already adjusted to the dark (and a bit of magic to make his eyes slightly cat-like), Loki could see that the mass was a man. He was wearing a black leather coat, which was something Loki understood but the other clothes were so strange. What kind of material hugged a body so tightly but didn't constrict movement? The man was trying to move his arms but the fall has obviously disoriented him, and Loki watched as the fabric clung to his visitor's muscular (did he just think muscular? He'd been without sex too long. That's all), arms but seemed to breathe.

"What unusual clothes…," he picked at the man's coat and then felt the hem of his shirt. It was soft yet strong. Hm. His digits brushed against some skin and the god felt how smooth it was… Focus Silvertongue.

"You must be from another realm," Loki was excited. Something he hadn't been in centuries. After New York He had been confined to Asgard and this fucking cell. He had no idea what things were like out in the other worlds, let alone how time had altered them. The man was probably from Midgard. A new Midgard than he had known. The thought was so intriguing. He would finally have someone new to speak to. He could learn new things, perhaps even escape…Something brought the man here and if Loki combined his magic with it, perhaps they could both escape.

The man tried to speak but the fall had obviously stunned his speaking abilities as well as his movements as all that came out was mumbled syllables. Loki decided to put the human (well he seemed human at least) to sleep by pressing his fingers to the mans face. His complexion seemed as pale as Loki's was and his features were…well agreeable, if anything. By the stars, Loki had been without sex for a long time. Maybe he could seduce the next maid who brought him a meal, get his urges out of the way so he could concentrate on escaping and his new…pet.

Besides, it was still dark; the man could've been deformed for all he knew. Not that it mattered he was still happy to have someone new around. He'd see in the morning he supposed. But he found himself hoping…

"Shhhh now… We'll have plenty of time to talk after," Loki chuckled as he watched the man visibly relax into the floor.

Now where to hide him… Loki looked around his prison. He had a table filled with books, papers and ink where he sometimes sketched things and wrote poetry (yes poetry, he was the Silvertongue after all), then there were some small bookshelves filled with his favorite books from the palace library (his mo- …Queen Frigga… would smuggle him a new one every now and again) against the right side wall. His bed was big enough for just him and was against the side wall; the rest was a clear floor space that he used for meditation and exercise (as much he could anyway, one did get suffocated in here.).

Under the table seemed to be the best bet. Loki waved his hand and turned the chairs by the table into a small cot-like bed and pushed it under. He then created an opaque tablecloth from one of his bed sheets and slipped it under everything on the table's surface, now the entire table was covered down to an inch above the legs. There. This man, his new pet, he supposed would be hidden from sight now. Loki hefted the man into his arms and was surprised to find that he was heavy; more so than a normal human man. Strange. The god also found that he felt…nice. It was a nice weight and Loki could smell the man's scent. Musky…but sharp, and….nice. Nice? That's all his brain could come up with? The Liesmith's mind could only think nice?

Damn.

He really was lonely.

With a shake of his head the mischievous man slipped the unconscious one under the tablecloth and onto the cot he had created. He rearranged his limbs so that he wouldn't have cramps from being curled up in the morning. It wouldn't do to have an uncomfortable Midgardian. He was likely to be frightened anyway, but Loki could do what he could. First make them feel secure, next make them trust you, and then you could take what you wanted. That was the trick.

The green-eyed man crossed the floor back to his own bed and wrapped the covers around him. A Midgardian. One who could tell him new things and inform him of the new world. One who could help him escapes this insufferable prison. He smiled in the dark and closed his eyes.

How fun.