Okay I deeply apologize! I uploaded that last paragraph when I was like asleep and I didn't check for errors (which there were plenty of) and I don't know how to edit it! ENJOY

Chapter 2

Jane yawned, bidding her elderly friend goodbye with a wave of her hand. She sighed, taking the two empty mugs that once contained tea and placed them on the kitchen bench – not bothering to clean them. She glanced towards Loki, suddenly feeling more aware of his presence than she had before. Maybe it was because she was alone. She'd been alone with him before, but tonight felt different – she felt as if he were somehow watching or at least listening to her.

As she risked another glance towards him, she began to make her way out of the kitchen area when she heard a thud. She glanced to where she heard the noise and her eyes went wide. Loki had fallen off of the couch, now awake, and cursing under his breath – not so quietly. She slowly walked towards his direction, cautious that she may startle him with her concern.

She stood in front of him – as his eyes directed upwards to her brown and deep eyes. "Loki?" she whispered as she leant down to face him head on. He simply stared at her with shock in his expression. This woman, this mortal was speaking to him. Her smooth voice trailed through him as he risked another glance towards her direction.

"You must be Jane - Jane Foster," he sternly whispered. He burrowed holes in her eyes with his intense glair, earning a shake from her as she thudded on the ground.

"How-how do you know my name?" she asked with a dazed expression spread across her face like wildfire. Ah, there it is, he thought to himself. He could hear the fear – the uncertainty in her voice as he directed her attention towards him.

He mad attempts to talk, but was abruptly interrupted when he felt as if someone were stabbing him in his heart, twisting it around with a blunt blade and slowly skewing it out of him. His face fell into his hands, though he tried to hide the pain he felt, though unsuccessfully failed.

"Let me help you," she said. She directed it as a question, though he could tell she left no room for denial. His cold black locks fell in front of his face, blurring his vision. He started to feel cold beads of sweat pour down his forehead, mixing in with his unfallen tears.
"I'm perfectly capable of healing myself," he retorted. "Obviously – you're not. Or you wouldn't still be here after 5 days." She bit back suddenly, earning a shocked look from Loki. "I won't bite," she mumbled as she stood up to walk towards the kitchen to retrieve something. He humphed as he crunched over feeling the same pain wash over him like Thor's hammer.

Jane hurried back, placing a large box to her side and crossing her legs.

"Where do you hurt the most?" she asked as she scanned his body for any visual marks. "If you mean specifically, and I'm sure you do, I'd say right about here." He remarked, pointing his hand toward all of his upper body. He hear her sigh, causing him to grin.

"Can you lift your top off for me?" she mumbled as she went into the box to get out some sort of wrap. "Ms Foster, we just met. I'd be awfully desperate if I took my clothes off and we just met – however if you are simply that eager, I suppose I could be of some sort of assistance." He spoke as he looked towards her fazed appearance. He'd finally taken in her appearance. Her hair was dishevelled, scattered and hanging on her face. By the looks of it, she had no makeup on, though her eyes were still enchanting, and her mouth – it looked so soft, so eager. He thought to himself.

"Alright – here's the deal," she said as she began to tamper with his armour. "You obviously need a place to stay, and I'm willing to give you that-".
"But.." he interrupted, earning a scowl. "You need to help me regarding the aspects of Asgard – no arguments. You will not kill or harm anyone, regardless of their actions, and I will not tell Fury as to who is staying with me. Sound fair?" she mocked. He took hold of her hand, brushing his smoothed thumb over her rigid knuckles and leant down to kiss it. "As you wish, Ms Foster." He raised his head to the sight of a confused Jane, which merely cheered him up. This was going to be fun. He thought to himself. You will be mine. He added.

She pulled her hand back as quickly as he could, hiding it as if it were burned. She began to unwind some tape in silence, gesturing for him to take off his armour. He did so, reluctantly, though the way in which he rid of his armour was almost as pleasing to watch as how he looked without it. He'd waved his hand, and it had simply disappeared. Her breath got hitched in her breath, whether it were from the display of magic – or his appearance. He was paler than Thor, and not as thick. He had bruises which covered the upper side of his ribcage, and dried blood which seeped from a wound he must have gotten when he fell or sometime before. His muscles were clearly defined, and she wanted to trace them with her thumb, though decided that would be inappropriate. He's a murderer Jane. She reassured herself. He's more than capable of ridding you of more less than a flick of the wrist.

The whole time she cleaned his wounds with a soft damp cloth, he didn't take his eyes off her. Something about how she concentrated on mending him was rather appealing. And when she moved her head closer towards him, he was able to smell her, detecting vanilla and flowers of sorts. He breathed in as much as he could, sighing at the relief he felt overcome him.

"This is going to hurt," she whispered. Before he had time to react to her comment, he was too busy feeling as if his skin was on fire.

"Ahhh-" he hissed. "I told you it would hurt" she retorted with a grin. If that's how she wants to play, he'd be more than happy to oblige. He gripped her hand that was feeling across his chest, feeling for any unusual bumps.

"Ms Foster," he began. She directed her gaze towards him as he softy spoke. Hiding some sort of agenda. "I appreciate you fixing this" gesturing towards his chest, "but I'm sure I can continue on from here" he added. She looked startled at his comment, though when she saw blue almost sparks seethe from his fingers, she knew she was way out of the league. She watched as slowly, the open wounds began to stitch closer together – almost touching.

"Well I'm afraid that is all my body will allow me to do." He muttered as he noticed he still felt the pain within his chest. She sat their baffled, awarding Loki with a slight grin to spread across his face. This was definitely, going to be fun.

TBC