Green! His eyes were green. That was the first thing Natasha noticed when the god wannabe finally decided to look at her. The second was the sharp intake of breath he took when opening those eyes. And the third was that those bright green eyes were the very same ones she had seen every night in her dreams. It turned out she had been right in wondering who on the planet could have such green eyes after all, because apparently they belonged to someone who was not from the planet.

"Matenot it is you" The words rolled off Loki's tongue like ocean waves until they crashed against the cell's glass walls. Natasha had no fucking clue what the words meant but the way he said them was almost whimsical. The sound was like a child's song. That was not the way she had expected him to speak to her. After all he was locked up in a cell as a prisoner. Any normal person or being would be very upset at that notion. However there didn't seem to be any anger or annoyance in his voice. Instead she heard compassion and beneath that a longing that she herself could recognize anywhere.

"Will you not speak to me?"

"What is it you want me to say to you? I don't know what it is you just called me, but….

"Matenot, I called you my matenot, because that is what you are"Loki spoke the words quickly cutting off the rant she had been about to start.

"In your pathetic language I believe the translation would be companion. But in the language of the gods it means so much more. It means you are mine and I am yours. It means we were bonded together since before our births and will always be until the very end of all time. It means I have dreamed of you my entire life."

Loki took slow steps towards the cell's glass walls the whole time he spoke never once taking his eyes off of her. And as he let the word life escape past his lips he placed both of his hands on the glass itself.

"I had thought you just a dream yet here you are in front of me"

All the air in the room suddenly became very hot making it hard for Natasha to breathe normally. Her body felt as if a million tiny shock waves were traveling underneath her skin and inside her blood. All coherent thought in her mind had been replaced by a single image of Loki. She could only see him. She saw him laying on top of her. She could see him underneath her. And she saw him standing right in front of her only feet away. No, not feet away. He was only inches away. Only the depth of the glass kept them apart. Somehow without even realizing it Natasha had walked across the room towards the cell and placed her hands on the outside of the glass just over where his were on the other side. And somehow the realization that she had done it did not seem to bother her in the least. The glass separating them on the other hand did bother her. She wanted it gone. She wanted to touch her finger tips to his face before running them down his neck to his chest and beyond. Feelings so unknown were taking hold inside of her like nothing she could have ever imagined. New sensations were alive within her.

"Tell me matenot, have you dreamed of me?"

One word was all that she could make herself say. "yes"

"Then you know you are mine"

"Yes"

"Then let me out my lady" he whispered with a smirk.

"Agent Romanoff what are you doing?" The question came from behind her. Natasha turned to see the captain staring at her waiting for an answer. In an instant all resemble thought came back to her and she could begin to breathe normal again. In the cell Loki let out a low growl letting her know he did not like another man being so close to her. But at the moment she didn't want to think about that. Right now she just wanted to be alone and figure out what the hell was happening to her. For that she would have to get away from both the god and the walking flag boy.

"I came to see if the prisoner would tell me where he has taken agent Barton. But he does not wish to cooperate. See if you can get better results. Maybe he will talk more with a man than a woman."

With no more than a quick glance at the captain she left the holding room before he could reply or before Loki could put whatever spell he had used back on her again.

Captain America stood in the holding room doorway watching agent Romanoff walk away down the corridor paying little attention to the possessive way in which Loki stared at her retreating form. He also failed to see the way Loki stared daggers at his back.

"Be a good boy and stay put now" the captain spoke over his shoulder before exiting the room as well.

"Oh that I will for now" the mischief maker whispered out loud. For now the prisoner had no want of escaping.