A/N: Hi people. I'm so pleased with the positive feedback for this story. I'm still writing my other but I had this idea so I thought I better write it down before I forget. Thank you so much to Sapphire Roz and panda13000 who both followed this story. I would also like to thank the guest for reviewing. Please R&R (Read and review if you don't know) it would be a crime not to. Joking but it would make me smile. I do not own anything to do with the avengers, I only own my OCs.

~I've been Jotunheim Storm~

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Chapter I

I was awoken by a crash. When I say crash not a normal one. Not like a dropping of shopping or a tree. Not even a car crash. Worse than that. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door. I walked out my house expecting to see a load of turmoil but I saw a whole load of… Nothing. Well that was pointless. Waking up a half six for absolutely nothing I thought. I went back into the comfort of my warm house. I knew there was no point trying to go back to sleep. I was awake now. It was going to be like that for the whole day.


(Loki's POV)

I fell face first onto the hard ground. Face first. Instead of the ground leaving a mark on my face. My face left a mark in the ground. I forgot how weak Midgard's substances are. I stood up. Brushing myself down. I may be in a mortal inhabited realm it didn't mean I had to lower my standards.

I was in Midgard. Midgard… No, no, no. Why here? Anywhere else. Please anywhere else. I was alone. Always alone. I tried to cast a teleportation spell. It failed. I'd never failed with magic before. This was a first. I tried again and again. Nothing. I was trapped. Within a realm which hates me and wishes for my own demise. Thank you father I thought. Thor was right, they will try and kill me. Without my power I was weak. Well, weaker. I have never been weak. There was a strange feeling in my stomach. A yearning, as such. A yearning for what? After contemplating my surroundings, mostly pathetic buildings and grass, I realise what this sensation is. Hunger. No, not hunger, starvation. It had been a long time since I'd eaten. On Asgard, before Odin stripped me of my immortality, I rarely had to eat. When I did it always had to be in large portions though, considering I would go days without nutrition. There seemed to be no places to pillage for food. It seemed I would have to ask. I'd never had to ask before. Being a prince meant I got whatever I wanted or need at once. I guess that means I would have to be nice. Not my strong point.


(Zara's POV)

There was a knock at the door. Definitely not the postman at seven in the morning. I dragged myself from the comfort of my blanket I rapped myself in when I sat on the sofa. I unlocked the door. Safety first. I blinked, I think I'm going crazy. I blinked again. I had to do a double – take. I couldn't believe my eyes. A raven haired, green eyed man stood in my doorway. He was tall, with pale skin and defined cheekbones. I recognised him, who wouldn't? His lean figure stood straight, still in my doorway.

"Loki," I said breathlessly.

He pushed past me and entered my house.

"Ok, come in," I said to myself.

I closed the door behind him. He went straight to my fridge, no attempt to apologise nor to kill me. So I guess I'm lucky, sort of. He took out the leftovers for last night's roast and began eating it. Strange breakfast. He leant against the kitchen counter, biting into the chicken leg. I just stood there watching him. Unsure if I was terrified or fascinated.

After waiting for his introduction for ages I just burst out with "So are you gonna introduce yourself or just stand there eating my leftovers?"

He met my gaze with an intense glare. He put down the bit of chicken he was eating. He snarled slightly.

"I think you already know my name, girl," he growled.

I was taken back slightly. I wasn't going to back down though.

"Yeah, but you should still have the courtesy to introduce yourself," I told him.

He seemed to be smirking, clearly amused I answered him back.

He bowed mockingly and said "I am Prince Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim my lady. Did that satisfy you princess? Or would you like me to kneel?" every single word dripping with sarcasm.

For a prince he clearly needed to learn some manners.

"Well I'm…" I began.

"I know who you are Miss Haley, I know everything about you. Your name is Zara April Haley. You were born in Greenwich and now you live here. You were there at the time Malekith invaded. You hate the colour grey and you have no idea why I am standing in your kitchen telling you everything about yourself," he smirked.

OMG, stalker.

"I am not a stalker I can just read your mind," he smiled.

His smile wasn't a nice one though, too many teeth. I laughed nervously. I wasn't sure what to do. Call the police? No they'd overact and I would get arrested too. Blooming SHIELD didn't exist anymore, so I couldn't call them. Maria! I could call her. She would know what to do. I leaned for my mobile which inconveniently, was behind Loki. I reached my hand to grab it but Loki took my hand instead. Placing it on his waist.

"How forward," he said.

"Forward?" I asked.

"Yes, in your declaration of love for me. Leaning in to touch me. How inappropriate," his smooth, silky voice purring every word.

He pulled me towards him, placing his slim fingers around my waist. I grabbed my phone and behind his back I typed to Maria: Helppp Lokkki iiinn mmy houusse. My spelling was off. I couldn't really type when a demi god was holding me way to close to him. I wanted to punch him but I knew I could be seriously hurt if I did. He let go of me, leaving me breathless. I gasped for air. I was flustered and my heart was beating out of my chest. For a mass murderer psycho he was a smooth operator.

"Thank you," he purred.

That was going to be annoying.

The door was pushed open. It was Maria, thank goodness. Also another person. In a suit and sunglasses. Unlike Maria he didn't hold a gun.

"Ironman!" I squealed.

An Avenger in my house. Wozers. It was amazing how fast they got here.

"Biggest day of your life, I know. But we're here for Loki not for a book club," he said.

Ok rude. I was just being excited. At least I can cross it off my bucket list, meeting an Avenger. Also I could cross off be insulted by an Avenger.

"Stark, how lovely to see you again. How's that girlfriend of yours, I think I would like to pay her a visit," he clearly wanted a fight.

If he wasn't such a moron it might have been funny.

"I'm sure she would love that but sadly she won't be anywhere near you, I'm making that happen as we speak," he typed into phone not even looking at me or Loki.

"Thanks for getting here so soon Maria," I thanked her.

She smiled for a second.

"Of course, as soon as we get anything on Loki the closest one of us comes to collect him," she said.

"Because everyone just wants to welcome me back," he scoffed.

"I thought you were in New York that's not very close. How'd you get here so fast?" I asked.

She touched her nose indicating it was classified. Tony prodded Loki.

"Get in the car reindeer games," he said.

Reindeer Games? This man gets weirder and weirder. I watched Loki get into the Ferrari. It was the most beautiful car I'd ever seen. He sat in the back sulking like a child. He caught my eye and winked at me. He was insufferable.

"You too highlights," he looked at me.

"Me? What the hell! You think this is my fault," I said outraged.

"No, I didn't say that. I said get in the car highlights," he repeated.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm Ironman and I told you to," he said.

His tone impatient now. I got into the back next to Loki. "It looks like we'll be spending some time together after all," he mused.

I really, really wanted to be sick right now.