"We were both museum pieces of Odin" Loki remarked as the Frost Giant disappeared before my eyes.

"This is one of your tricks!" I accused, my body was shaking.

"No, I am no more Odin's son than you are his daughter", he smiled again and sat down upon my arm chair. The image of him there was so bizarre I almost laughed out loud. "It explains how I came to hurt you at least, so cold that I burnt your skin. The way Odin reacted? He didn't want us to discover what I was until he had use of me".

"Is this why you betrayed them? Why you did all those terrible things?" I asked disgusted. He rose from the chair quickly and stood over me once more

"I have a right to a throne, a right to rule. Your world should be mine!" he shouted venomously. Loki raised his hand. I backed as far as I possibly could into the corner cowering. He placed it, hesitantly upon my face. "You think I would strike you?"

"Yes" I sobbed, finally giving in to my fear the tears spilled from my eyes. He pulled my face closer to his. He looked at me painfully, his eyes now full of disappointment, moved over my face.

"I would never have harmed you" he whispered. "That was never my desire".

"I don't believe you" I accused. He held my face with both hands now and moved even closer.

"You were to be my Queen", he revealed seductively. I held his gaze for a moment and found myself hoping he would kiss me. But I knew he was playing me.

"Don't mock me", angrily I pulled his hands off my face and tried to move past him.

"Do you really think I don't know why you really left Asgard? That I am that ignorant?" he asked, preventing me moving with his body. I gave up and slid down the wall so that I was sitting, to my surprise Loki bent down so we were at a similar level.

"You know nothing" I cried. Loki put his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him, standing us both upright. His long fingers splayed around my bare skin under my pyjama shirt. The sensation of his touch was electrifying; it felt so intimate and dangerous. My hands grabbed onto his covered forearms, I had to try and stop the contact. He wouldn't let go and pulled me even closer.

"Oh I knew Mila. I could see it in your eyes; you weren't looking at me the way you should look at a brother. I understood because as you blossomed into a woman I stopped seeing you as my sister. You grew beautiful, not in the way an Asgardian woman is; bold and entrancing but quietly and gently", Loki's hands began to snake up my waist, stopping under my breasts and then back down slowly coming to rest upon my hips. "Your body delights me still, your curves are so soft and inviting. How I wish I had took you then, when I wasn't a monster and you weren't so afraid of me. You'd have let me I think". He pressed himself against me. I struggled against him once more; I didn't want to be mocked further.

"Stop it! Stop your teasing. Why must you be so cruel?" I sobbed. Loki bent down and kissed my forehead.

"Hush, be still my love", his lips moved against my skin. I fought against the rush of excitement I felt. He titled my face upwards and I forced myself to meet his eyes. "I am not mocking you. Odin knew, everyone else was so oblivious but he saw what we hid even from each other. He warned me off, reminded me you were a mortal raised as my sister. I suppose he didn't want a Frost Giant mounting a human under his protection so he found me a suitable match. And then you ran away. Too afraid to come to me and confess your feelings. Weak as all humans are". He pushed me away suddenly as if disgusted by me.

"I couldn't…I couldn't see you marry her. I couldn't see you love her and watch her bear your children. You would never be mine. It broke my heart", I confessed at last. "I never felt worthy enough. How would I compete with her for your affection? She is beautiful and…"

"Did you not listen to me? I thought you beautiful. I would dream of your brown eyes and soft curling dark hair. Your laugh made me smile and your sadness hurt me. You teased me and you scolded me and with you I felt contended. I wanted you".

"But you never told me", I challenged. I laughed bitterly. How it might have all been different if he had?

"I couldn't", Loki scoffed. I understood then.

"Because as a human I am beneath you? Base and wretched. That's what you said to me", I wiped the tears from my cheeks and faced him. "Well we're not. You tried to make us kneel and you failed". Anger flashed in his eyes, I was scared but I stood firm.

"You might kneel before me yet" he said thick with promise. And then he laughed, sitting down upon the floor resting his head back upon the wall with his long legs stretched out before him. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Mila, won't you sit with me, let us pretend for a few moments that nothing has come between us. I swear to you that I mean you no harm".

I hesitated, I wasn't sure of the right thing to do but for a moment he looked like the Loki I grew up with both mischievous boy and handsome man. I went to sit beside him. He rested his head on my shoulder and I gingerly leaned my head against his. To my surprise his right hand reached for my left hand and he held it. To his surprise my fingers interlaced with his. We sat in quiet contemplation for a little while.

"Sigyn is my wife", he informed me sadly. I didn't think my heart was capable of breaking anymore. I was wrong. I quickly turned my face away, afraid of the fresh tears that were threatening to fall. "Do you…have a lover?" he asked jealously. I couldn't find my voice to answer so I shook my head.

Loki lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it gently.