Loki smiled hearing her use the title he had given her while he controlled, and the fact that she would accept him in. He gently took her hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles and said softly, "And I shall be yours."

She smiled at his gesture and held his hand in hers. She leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Loki. Thank you, for letting me have someone to trust," She said quietly. She didn't trust many people. She knew she couldn't.

Her words were sincere in every respect of the word. And Loki couldn't stop the blush creeping to his cheeks. "I…It's no trouble," he said before clearing his throat and continuing. "Thanks for giving me a chance."

She nodded and gave half a smile, only because her swollen, discolored cheek made it impossible to do so. "You're fine," she said quietly. "I'm glad you let me help." She realized the bruise was prominent and looked away from Loki, her hair covering her bruise. She got up and was going to go and get ice for her cheek before Loki's hand caught hers. He gently pulled her down beside him. He saw her confused look at being pulled back down and he rested his hand on her bruised cheek. The skin was blue in color and colder to the touch than normal. He knew this would work better than ice since his hand wouldn't melt nor would it only touch certain places like a bag of ice would.

She winced, but it was not from fear of him or of his change, but of the contact he made with her bruise. She found herself putting her small hand over his larger and now much colder one. She looked into his green eyes with her own and tried to express her gratitude since words hurt her at the moment.

Even though Odin had banished him here with no title, powers, and immortality, the All Father could not take away his Jotun form. He never used it for anything because he despised it so much. But, seeing Natasha react to his change, he thought there may be a use for it after all. "I am not sure if Thor told you, that I am not of Asgard," he said quietly, almost sadly.

"He said you were adopted. That was all," she said quietly, trying not to cause herself pain. "And I like this you." She liked this side of him, because it meant he trusted her. No one else that she knew had seen him this way or even knew he was different. She looked at him and saw him shake his head. "You have barely seen what I look like," he muttered to her in an almost foreboding tone. Closing his eyes he focused and let his body become the blue of his hand. Natasha watched him transform seeing some of his skin rise in ridges becoming a darker blue for some designs over his skin. She peered into his eyes as he opened them and she saw they were no longer Emerald green like hers, but the crimson color of blood. "This, is what I truly look like," He stated looking at the assassin.

She looked him over taking in every detail. Instead of shying away from him as he thought she might, she did something that shocked them both. She crawled into his lap and sat there. Gingerly leaning against his bandaged torso she looked up at him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Like I said. I like this you," She said with a smile. She was pleasantly cold leaning against him and she just felt… safe.

He tensed as she crawled into his lap, not quite sure what to do. But hearing her say those words, he relaxed a bit and wrapped his cool arms around her holding her close to him. "You… do not think I am a monster?" he asked quietly, resting his face into her fiery red locks.

"I've known monsters all my life," She replied quietly, her voice soft and resting over Loki like silk. "They all looked and talked like me. You're not a monster. We've all made some bad choices but… It's what we choose after we make them- To either fix the wrong or leave it alone- that makes someone a monster. You're fixing you mistakes." She gazed into his crimson eyes and smiled. "I don't care if the eyes I look in are green like mine or crimson now. You are closer to me than anyone has been."

He looked at the woman in his lap, perplexed by such a statement. He laid back on the couch, pulling her down with him, her on his chest. "You… Natasha Romanoff… are an amazing woman," he whispered into her ear as he placed his hand on her cheek again, smiling softly at the woman on top of him.

She rested with him and smiled at his touch. "And you… Loki… are an amazing person," She stated in a hushed tone. Something stirred inside of her, and she felt a warmth she hadn't felt for a while. He looked down into her emerald eyes with his crimson ones. He couldn't remember when he had let someone this close to him, let alone when he was in this form. He slowly started to realize that he had a burning need to make this woman who lay on top of him his. He cared for her. She was the only one who had given him a chance when he needed one.

Natasha gazed into his crimson eyes and smiled. There were very few people she would get close to like this outside of a mark. She couldn't bring herself to be like this with Clint even. She actually felt butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't help but want to hold Loki close, never letting him go. To let him know that there was someone who understood him.

Loki couldn't resist himself. He let his feelings guide his actions and he slowly lifted his head, brushing his cold lips against her cheek. As he did he prayed he wouldn't care her off, hoping deep inside that she wouldn't run from him. Natasha felt a heat creep to the surface of her cheeks. She moved her head and let her impulses go. Leaning down she captured his lips with her own, placing upon the cold flesh a soft kiss. She only hoped she hadn't stepped across a line if there was one.

Loki let his eyes slip closed as he slowly found his hand tangling in her red hair. He was surprised she had kissed him back at first, but that quickly faded as the warmth of her lips drew all worry from him. She let her hands rest gently on the sides of his face, smiling against his lips. She couldn't help but feel a strong connection to him. He is the only one who she truly trusted. The only one she shared everything with. In fact, she may have found someone to share the most special thing she had left to her with.

As they continued their kiss, Loki's skin returned to normal. He had never felt this much passion in one kiss. After a long moment that he wished would last forever, he pulled back, needing to breathe. "Wow," Was all he could manage. She smiled down at him and watched as his face returned to the one she was accustomed to. She spoke in Russian, knowing she would be foolhearty to believe he shared her emotions so soon. "I don't understand how someone who was my enemy, now holds my heart. You are amazing Loki." She hoped he wouldn't understand since her words were in her native language. She wanted him to know, but they had just met hours ago. But there was something stirring there inside her, from their kiss. She hoped that he felt the same thing or something similar.

He grinned, giving her another soft kiss. "As are you, my little spider," he whispered into her ear. He was amazed at how he suddenly felt like he belonged, that he had a place in the nine realms. And that the place was with this woman. This stunning woman who laid on top of him looking into his emerald green eyes with shock spreading through them. "I promise that I will handle it with the utmost care, love," he stated, assuring her that he would care for her heart that she had given him.

She blinked at the fact her knew Russian and smiled slightly. "You know Russian?" She asked, nestling close to him and closing her eyes, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

"I am-" he started to say before stopping himself. He wasn't really allowed to say that any more was he? "I was a god. I understand most languages," he said softly as he played with her red hair, a small smile on his lips.

"Of course you would," Natasha replied with a slight chuckle. "You will always be my god of mischief," she said quietly, gently tracing patterns on his chest with feather light touches.

He chuckled and smiled. "Yes. I will be," he replied quietly. "Agent Romanoff you should get some rest."

"But…" she said looking into his eyes. She didn't want to leave him. She was afraid he was deceiving her, that in the morning he'd be gone when she woke up.

"I shall be here when you wake. I cannot leave anyway. I am mortal now remember?" He said as if he read her mind. He sat up so she would be able to get out of his lap better. She smiled a bit and got out of his lap. "You are a gentleman, not even letting a woman sleep with you," She said wondering what he would give her.

"I don't think it would do either of us well since we are both injured at the present moment," he said looking up at her. He wanted to have this woman because she was so fascinating. There was something about her that called to him. He would do anything for her, anything she asked… anything to keep her in his life. She walked to her room and returned moments later with blankets and pillows. "Here, since you won't be staying with me," she said handing him the articles. He took them with appreciation. No one had cared about his comfort before, no one had thought about him really since he developed the magic he was gifted with.

"Thank you Tasha," he replied smiling with sincerity. She nodded and turned on her heels walking to her room. "Good night Loki. Sleep well," She said quietly.

"Good night Natasha, pleasant dreams," He replied softly.

"I doubt they will be," She murmured before walking into her room closing the door behind her. Loki situated himself on the couch and laid down. The blankets and pillow smelled of her. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, for once… not seeing that falling and hearing the whispers. He instead found himself in a better place.