I know what you are thinking, Kitti, you're writing another fic with so many unfinished ones? I'm sorry I just can't help it. I promise to update the others, I will I promise. So yeah, Loki...*swoons* This fic is slightly based on a dream I had, hope you enjoy! Kitti.

Oh if you are wondering about the title of this fic, I was inspired by the songs Witchcraft and Watercolour by Pendulum. It reminded me of Loki and Emma slightly. Go listen to them!

You know it's going to be a long morning when your pager goes off at 6am with a message to be at the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters for an emergency meeting in 20 minutes. And so, that is what I did. See that girl there, yeah, the one with a curly brown hair and nursing a cup of coffee. Yeah, that's me. Little did I know my life was going to change from this one little meeting.

Nick Fury was pacing at the head of the table, in front of him were several of the most trusted agents S.H.I.E.L.D had to offer, but this whole affair left a sour taste in his mouth. What Thor said was true, Loki would make a good ally, but after the whole event where he tried to, and almost succeeded to, take over, he wasn't the most trust worthy of people. He was the God of lies after all. He watched the agents talk amongst themselves for a few more moments, before beginning.

"I'm sure you are all wondering why I have brought you here at such an early time in the morning." He said as the room fell silent. He waited a few moments before continuing. "As you know, after the events with Loki we have him contained safely. But Thor came up with the idea of trying to get him to join the Avengers." He paused again before gesturing to a picture on the whiteboard. It was Loki when he was being brought in, heavy chains clung to him and he was hanging his head.

"Now what S.H.I.E.L.D has always asked a lot of you, but what we are asking now is more than all of that put together. We need an agent to teach him about our world, our ways. To take him into their home, under close supervision of course, and keep an eye on him. Thor was right when he said we wouldn't win him by treating him like a prisoner, so we've come to that compromise.." He trailed off for a few moments, glancing over the shocked faces of the staff. "If you do not want a part in this, you may leave and it will not affect your job in any way." He nodded and several agents stood and left the room, leaving only three.

"Agent Wilson, Agent White, Agent Lanks I'm glad some of our agents still have a little backbone." He made a mental note on all the other agents that left to have a mark put in their file. He nodded to each of them. "Stand up and follow me, I will brief you on the way."

The three of them stood, Emma smiled at Thomas, a friend of hers since she was a rookie. They fell in step behind Fury.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Hey, you look tired."

"What do you expect; I was up doing paperwork at 4am, in bed by 5am up at 6am." Emma chuckled and Thomas rolled his eyes, typical Emma. Then again she was always dumped with a lot of paperwork. They shushed as Fury began to speak.

"Stark had been working with Thor to create a way to stop Loki from using his magic. They succeeded. –"He handed them a photo to look at; it was a simple metal collar."- He can't use his magic and he can't touch the collar or it sends an electric shock through his body.-"Fury didn't catch the look of horror that crossed Emma's face, but Thomas did. "Whatever you do, do not remove that collar under any circumstances."

He opened a door to a seating room. "Lanks, Wilson. You two wait here while White comes and meets our guest. We have to find out which one he will get along with most; it will make things a lot easier."

They stepped into the room and took a seat; Fury shut the door behind them.

"Soooo…" Thomas began awkwardly, he shifted in his seat. "Why did you stay?"

Emma shrugged. "Why not? It's my chance to make a difference. Villains aren't born, something happens that makes them. I believe there is good in everyone." She smiled a little sheepishly. Thomas smiled back and nodded.

There was a knocking at the door and a guard poked his head around the door. "Agent Lanks." Thomas stood and smiled. "See you on the other side, Em." He followed the guard out.

Emma sighed and leaned back in the chair, if she closed her eyes, she would fall asleep and that wouldn't be a good idea. She stood and began to run scenarios through her head to keep her awake. She wished she had more coffee. She glanced up at the clock, everything was going so slow.

It felt like an age had passed when the sound of knocking reached her ears. She quickly, tryng not to run but ended up doing so, to get to the door and opened it. It was a guard, he nodded to her and she stepped out in the hallway and began to follow him.

"Now, we have a chair set up for you to sit down and have a chat with him. Don't approach him, don't touch him." The guard said curtly, Emma nodded and stepped past him into the room, the door closed with a clang, she vaguely heard it lock from the outside.

Cautiously she approached the chair and Loki, he had his head bowed, she remembered he normally had his hair slicked back, but it was messy and covering his face. It was longer since she last saw it. He was hunched over with his hands handcuffed behind his back. There was something about his right shoulder; it seemed a little…off. She hesitantly stepped forward and placed a hand on it. Loki raised his head and narrowed his eyes at her. She avoided looking in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He said sharply, Emma flinched away slightly but stood her ground.

"You're shoulder, it's not- I think it might be dislocated." Emma said softly. He chuckled slightly.

"It is."

Emma gasped lightly. "And no one has looked at it? One second.-" She walked away and tapped on the door, I need the keys for his handcuffs please. He is injured and I want to take a look." She paused and mumbled under her breath, Loki behind her chuckled, hearing what she said. When there was no answer she growled and turned on her heel back to him.

"Fine, if they want to be like that." She walked behind him and pulled out a hairpin and began to pick the lock of the handcuffs.

"Why are you doing this?" Loki asked.

"Because you are hurt, and most likely in pain due to you being unable to use your magic to dull that pain or heal the wound. So, I am helping you." There was a small noise of triumph from Emma as she unlocked the handcuffs and let them drop to the floor.

Loki stood, noting that he was a full head taller than her. She was a strange human, the other two didn't come near him, they didn't even notice he was injured. He heard of stand on the chair that he was just sitting on to be at the same level.

"Do I have permission to place my arm around you?" She asked softly. He nodded, and when he realized she couldn't really see that he mumbled a soft 'yes.' She placed her arm around and rested her hand on his injured shoulder, he tensed and hissed lightly. She placed her other arm around him, her hand accidently brushed his face, Emma made a mental note that he felt rather cold.

"On three I'm going to push. This will hurt, and for that I'm sorry."

Loki said nothing; he just took a steady breath and braced himself. Just like he thought, she pushed on two, but that didn't prepare him for the pain that coursed through his body. He bit down on the nearest thing to stop himself from crying out. Loki did not cry out, that was for the weak.

Instead Emma cried out and Loki tasted something metallic. He opened his eyes and realized that he'd bitten the girl. He released her immediately and she stepped off the chair, clutching her lightly bleeding arm to her chest.

He wiped his mouth, wincing slightly when the muscle protested; at least he had motor function of his arm back.

"Let me see." He said, or rather, he ordered in a soft tone of voice. She looked up at him with teary eyes, he'd let her take a look at his injury, it would be rude not to repay the favour. She held out her arm and he took it in his hands, carefully wiping away the blood. The bite wasn't too deep, it would probably scar though, he could've healed that with his magic, but of course he couldn't do that, not with the damned collar on his throat. Instead he ripped a small portion of his shirt (It was mostly made of strips anyway so that made things easier) and began to lightly bind the wound.

"Now we are even, Miss.."

"Emma, my name is Emma."

Behind the one way mirror several people watched the exchange; a few of them were making notes, but most just watched on a little in shock. Not only did Agent Wilson disobey nearly every order they had given her regarding Loki, she'd actually got him to say something, which was more than Agent White and Lanks could do. It was then they knew they had found their agent to keep an eye on the God of Mischief. Of course they knew from the moment he lifted his head and looked at her. Arrangements would have to be made quickly, cameras put in Wilson's house, a perimeter set up. The Avengers would be notified and asked to drop in on them every once in a while. There would be loads of paperwork. Coulson didn't think that Loki would've taken to anyone and the project would've just been closed down. Honestly Fury didn't like it either, this whole thing was bound to go wrong. But he did have to admit that the lure of having a powerful ally in Loki was strong. But...

The last thing they needed was him trying to take over again.