A/N: Hi! Basically, my friend and I have come up with this idea and, although we know the beginning and end, we aren't quite clear on the middle. This may mean it will take a while to update this but I will try my hardest. I have changed my username on tumblr to angel-of-the-bbc, it would be great if you follow me. Please review and enjoy...

The next day, Loki found the perfect opportunity to start his experiment.

"Umm... Excuse me..." Loki said to a passing maid, who had an obvious crush on him and therefore kept her head down. "I know it's been forbidden but, would you get me something to read?"

Her cheeks stained a deep red, amazed that he was even speaking to her.

"Shouldn't you ask your brother?" she answered though it was muffled because she was still looking down.

"He won't understand," he whispered. "I want to read something deep. Not an instruction booklet slung together by some idiot. You understand, don't you? You look like you enjoy reading something as beautiful as yourself," he finished, pulling puppy eyes as she finally looked up at him, biting her lip.

Meanwhile, mentally Loki was cursing this stupid servant to the high heavens. Here he was, a god, sniveling like a young earthling with a sentimental attachment to some girl. However, it was working.

She took a small breath, glancing around worriedly checking no one would overhear.

"I'll see what I can do."

Later that day, the same maid approached hurried looking thoroughly suspicious. Loki smiled smugly to himself. As soon as she reached him, however, he turned it into a look of gratitude.

"It's not much, but it's something," she whispered, as she placed down the book next to the food she was actually meant to be bringing.

"What is it?" he inquired picking up the leather-bound book and turning it over.

"A book which is famous on earth. It's called Shakespeare's sonnets. It's a collection of poems," she said with a small hopeful smile.

Well, it could be a lot worse.

"Thank you," he whispered. "This means so much to me."

He took a step closer to her and brushed a stray hair out of her face. If it was even possible she blushed deeper. She only hesitated for a moment before scurrying away, a massive grin on her face. Loki breathed a sigh of relief, letting the faked expression drop from his face.

He plonked himself down by the side of the glass. No one would notice the book. No one even paid him any attention unless he'd done something wrong.

"What are you doing?" Maleficent asked.

"Reading," He answered with a grin.

Good to see she was going along with his plan, no matter how unknowingly.

"Care to expand!" She snapped.

"Listen:

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee." He read.

"I don't get it" She answered with a frown.

"He's saying that she's beautiful yet so vain and that if she doesn't change the only reason people will remember her is because she was pretty and even that will be destroyed by her death," He explained.

"Huh. Well I don't think that's going to happen to either of us," She turned to him with a smile. "After all I'm much more than a pretty face."

Loki gave her one of his fake grins.

"Of course," he said.

This was going to be even more fun than he first thought.