A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this up, but as promised, it is the end of the week, and here is the new chapter! Yayyyy! Sorry for the shortness of it. I promise there will be more next time! :)

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I stared into the vastness of the beautiful light blue sky that had been laced with wisps of white. For a moment, it almost looked as if the clouds were dancing beneath us as we glided along. Although it was a small military grade cargo plane, the large window in front provided a decadent view, despite the company I was with. Still handcuffed to Loki, I shot him an annoyed glare as I felt his arm tug against mine as he shifted in his seat. Upon stealing, or "borrowing" as he called it, this aircraft, he had informed me I'd be flying it. I guess it's a good thing I learned this skill at a young age because he didn't look like he was about to give me any way out of it, besides maybe death.

I honestly didn't even have the slightest idea of where we were going, despite the fact that I'd been persistently asking about it ever since we took off. All he told me was that we were headed towards what we 'mortals' called Europe, but that was it. I still didn't understand how SHIELD hadn't caught us yet. I mean, after Loki marched to the larger hanger, killing many more guards and taking out many agents on the way, and managing to practically drag me behind him, he'd instructed an agent who was clearly already under his control to "prepare things". That was another thing. If this agent were under some sort of mind control, why wasn't HE flying this thing? Why me?

Whatever. I really didn't care at this point. I was just sick of the awkward silence that had been going on for the last few hours of the flight. We'd had to have been in the air for at least 6 hours now, and after being promptly and quite threateningly told to shut up, I'd finally shut my mouth. Besides, I got sick of bugging him. I also figured if I earned his trust, I'd be able to collect intel and trick him into being captured by SHIELD. I was about to open my mouth to ask if I could finally know where we were going when I heard the sound of small, zippy jet engines. And then it began.

I could tell shots were being fired left and right at the plane, and next thing I knew, there were two small fighter jets, sent by SHIELD no less, each one parallel to both sides of the plane. Loki seemed a bit unfazed by all of this, and he almost seemed as if he expected me to just deal with the problem. I swear, he was the only person, or god or whatever, I had ever met that could be surrounded by and create such chaos, and yet present himself in a calm cool demeanor as events unfolded. I scoffed before snapping at him, "Are you gonna help me here, or what?" He glanced over at me in his ever so smug way, and I gave a nod to the second steering wheel on the dashboard.

He smiled a bit in an amused fashion. "I know not how to work these sorts of gadgets well enough to be of any help," He shrugged.

I let out a frustrated growl as I continued to try and maneuver this big hunk of a plane out of danger. The small jets continued firing at me when I did not cooperate with them, and an alarm began to sound.

'Oh, this can't be good.'

A light began flashing wildly on the dashboard, letting me know one of our engines was down. The plane began to unevenly descend, and I knew I needed to act fast. Quickly rising from my chair, I pulled Loki up as well, causing him to stumble a bit in the process, and found a parachute. The stupid handcuffs prevented me from being able to put the parachute fully on either of our backs, so instead, I placed one strap on my right shoulder, and the other on his left, making it so our bodies were faced towards and into each other. I hit the emergency button next to the door with as much strength as I could before wrapping my free-ish arm around him and practically screaming into his face so he could hear me, "Hold on tight!"

With that, he indistinctively wrapped a firm arm around my waist, and we began to tumble out of the plane and into the wide open sky. Thankfully, we had just begun flying above land, so the fear of falling into the ocean had subsided. After spinning around without any direction tor a few minutes, I began positioning our bodies so that our legs and handcuffed arms were spread out into an almost x formation. I couldn't help but take notice that I was technically on top of him, but just as quickly as those thoughts entered my mind, I pushed them the hell out. There were more important matters at stake here, and saving our lives was one of them.

Once I felt we had been free falling long enough to safely get away from the abandoned plane, I reached the hand that had been wrapped around his back and pulled the cord, deploying the parachute. We began to turn more into an upright position, and my hand had already found its way back to gripping onto the back of his regalia for dear life. I had jumped out of a plane once with my dad as a kid, but it wasn't this messy and uncoordinated. Then again, I wasn't handcuffed to anyone that time. I yelled more instructions into his ear and he nodded in understanding as we quickly approached the green earth.

I was absolutely convinced that because of our positions, once we landed, our legs would break. But, he used some of his god-like strength to cushion the blow a bit, but still not keeping me from falling to my hands and knees almost immediately. I had pulled him down as well without even knowing it, and once again, I was not only on top of him, but I was fully hovering over him as my hips straddled his. A slight mischievous smirk fell upon his face before the glimmer in his eyes was immediately replaced by fear, as he gasped, and flipped us over, just in the nick of time.

A large scrap of the plane had pierced right into the ground where we had been laying only seconds ago. He quickly got up, pulling me along with him in a not so graceful fashion, and yelled, "Run!" We had begun to run throughout what looked like a field, dodging falling pieces of the plane as we went. I looked up and saw a large portion of the plane falling right above us, and grabbed the hand that had been handcuffed to mine, and forcefully pulled him towards me as I threw us down to the ground once again, and began rolling down a hill. I clutched to the lapels of his coat as I buried my face into his chest. I could feel him bury his face into the crook of my neck as he gripped my hips with one hand, and held onto my forearm with the other.

We laid side by side, still gripping onto each other as we each fought to catch our breath once the rolling had stopped, signaling that we had reached the bottom of the hill. I could still hear the sounds of metal crashing and scraping as the last few remnants of the plane fell in the distance. I hadn't realized I'd shut my eyes until he had lifted his head to face me, and waves of his warm breath washed against my forehead. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open as I lifted my own head to meet his gaze. Our faces were impossibly close, causing me to be able to feel and hear each and every breath he took, as he could do the same with mine. His breathing had begun to regulate some, as I had yet to catch my breath.

Finally, my breathing slowed as well, and that's when I realized, we were both just staring at each other, neither of us had letting our grips loosen yet. The look in his eyes was unreadable, but his thoughts soon became clear as he began to lean in until our lips were barely brushing. The simple touch of his lips caused something to spark deep within me, and before he could protest, I had crashed my lips onto his. I could tell by his lack of response that my actions had caught him off guard, but the shock quickly wore off as he began to move his lips against mine. We were caught up in the heat of the moment, trapped in pleasure and passion. I moaned a little into his mouth, and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue right in, dancing and twisting against mine.

My eyes shot open, and I broke the kiss, mentally chastising myself for even allowing myself to take pleasure in this. He was supposed to be the enemy, and here I was lying on the ground, making out with him. He smirked a little as he could see the very prominent flushed look that had taken over my entire body. I loosened my firm grip on his coat, and I could feel him retracting his hands from my hip and shoulder as well. He rolled over onto his back before sitting up, I did the same, and we both began to get up off of the ground. I was surprised that he took one of my hands as we stood, helping me balance.

'Oh, so now you're a gentleman?'

He quickly let go once I had balanced myself, and I began to look around us, trying to place where we were. It seemed as if we were in the country side of the UK, but I couldn't tell exactly which country we were in exactly. I had no idea what his plan was beforehand, but I was sure those had been changed now that we had no idea of where we were.

"So what now?" I asked.

He looked at me before his gaze met the ground. He brought his left hand up to rub the back of his neck, as his brows furrowed into a quizzical look. "I-I don't know." He mumbled.

I slumped my shoulders in disappointment of the lack of plans. Although the scenery was gorgeous, we were indeed stranded. My eyes shot up at the sound of a train whistle, and an idea sparked in my head. I tugged against his handcuffed arm with my own, catching his attention as his gaze lifted to mine.

"Come on. I have an idea."

And with that, I pulled him with me as I began to move towards the sounds of the locomotive.