He woke in a cold sweat. He had had another nightmare. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes and sat up. Then he heard a blood chilling scream. He threw the blankets off of him and ran up the stairs to Aurora's room in nothing but a pair of sweats. The door was locked. There was another scream louder than the first and it definitely came from her room. He kicked the door down and cautiously entered the room. She was writhing in her sleep. She screamed again, her back arching like a frightened cat. Her black camisole was soaked with her sweat. Her blankets were on the floor. One was smoking and he quickly put it out. He walked up to her and placed one of his hands on her. He pulled it back in surprise she was hot. 'Oh not that kind of hot' he thought to himself in disgust.
"the flames! It burns! It burns so much!" she screamed at him. Her tears literally steaming off her face. Her eyes opened to revel glowing green flames. He gasped. She started convulsing. Loki had no idea what to do. He had no choice but to try using his magic. He set his hands on her shoulders resisting the urge to pull away from the searing heat. He began an incantation of frost. Frost slowly began to form around her body as did the blue markings of his natural form appeared on his. She started to slowly stop convulsing and her breathing became less rapid. His markings and blue skin disappeared. Her eyes were back to normal. He began to walk away.
"don't go…" she gasped at him.
"I should leave…" he whispered.
" I don't c-care. T-thank you… it it always burns, always. It really only hurts when I sleep." she was stalling him. The ice had already melted but she seemed to not be in pain anymore. She was scared he realized. Ever since he had met her she had never been scared, never. He grabbed a chair that was by her window and set it next to her bed. He sat down and she grabbed his hand carefully as if he'd run away.
"Lady Aurora-"
"that's not my name. Call me Angela." she told him in a whisper again.
"Alright, I will call you Angela. Angela what just happened?"
" I…I had an accident a long time ago in my lab. We were working with some types of gamma radiation and it went into meltdown. Everyone got out but me. It blew as soon as I got to the doors. I woke to nurses and doctors running around me and I felt pain for a moment and then it was gone. I could feel the flames of the blast but they were numb in the day." she sighed then continued still in a whisper. "Fury had told everyone I knew I was dead. He gave me a job as an agent but that doesn't mean I forgive him." a tear slid down her face. She quickly wiped it away.
"My life was ripped from me but I was given a wonderful new life with adventure and secrets. But everything has a cost. During the day I know the flames are there but they mean nothing. As soon as I fall asleep they burn me. Most days it is just an annoying feeling and I can sleep, but others, like tonight it feels like I'm standing in a volcano and I can't wake up until my alarm goes off." she had turned her head away from him her tears running freely now. She was racked with silent sobs. He resisted the urge to reach over and hug her. He squeezed her hand and wiped some of her tears away. She looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes.
"Shhh don't cry. It's alright now." he felt like he was talking to a child. "How old are you Angela?"
"I'm twenty-seven…why?" she looked at him curiously.
"no reason." she is so young he thought. "Do you think you'll be okay now?" she nodded and let go of his hand but not quickly slowly as if she really didn't want him to leave. He headed toward the door and opened it carefully. She was peacefully asleep before he even closed the door. 'What is wrong with me. I'm no knight in shining armor and I come running up to her room hoping to save her from whatever was making her scream.' he shook his head and headed down the stairs and eventually back into bed.

She woke up a minute before her alarm was supposed to go off. She turned it off and got in the shower. When she finished she pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on a pair of jeans and a baggy bright blue t-shirt. She headed down the stairs, tiptoeing past Loki's room. Just as she got past it and was about to turn the corner into the kitchen, his door opened. She turned quickly to see him leaning in the doorway.
"Hi." he said quietly. "Hi" she answered with a shy wave. She shuffled her feet a little and looked away from his concerned gaze. "I hope you slept okay after my little, incident."
"I slept just fine." it was a lie and she knew it.
"you are such a liar." she said with a nervous laugh.
"I know it's in my job description." she smiled and laughed genuinely.
"isn't that the truth." she sighed and pointed toward the kitchen. "what would you like for breakfast. I mean I guess that's not very jailor like but neither is what you did for me prisoner like." he waled up to her and held her chin , smiling down at her.
"no I guess your right. That wasn't very prisoner like but I don't see why we can't have a civilized breakfast because I'm a misunderstood villain and you are my tortured jailor." he took her by the arm and led her into the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with the top models of every appliance known to man and filled to the brim with food. There was and island to the right of the stove with four bar stools pushed beneath it. Pots and pans hung from cabinets and walls. Utensils sat in an organized container on a counter by the stove. The counters were made of black crystalized marble.
"but there is one thing I can't help you with." he said almost sheepishly.
"And what is that?"
"I can't cook to save my life." he looked into her eyes and smiled apologetically.
"alrighty then, watch and learn mister." she pointed at a bar stool and it move out from beneath the island. He walked over and gracelessly sat in it. He sighed and sarcastically placed both hands beneath his chin and watched Angela work. She grabbed a pan and waved it at him.
"this my mischievous friend is a pan." he gave her an obvious fake dumbfounded expression. She giggled and turned on the stove.
"ta-da" he laughed and his laughter ringed in her ears she wanted to hear that laugh again. He ooo'd at her and smirked. It was her turn to laugh and not just a giggle but a whole hearted laugh. He thought it sounded like the trickling of a mountain stream or the beautiful twinkling of a wind chime. At that moment he made it his goal to make her laugh again. He didn't know why but this mortal seemed to make all of his worries, fears, and unhappy thoughts disappear. She buttered the pan and began scrambling some eggs. They laughed and talked throughout the entire morning. When it was all over he reluctantly went back to his room. Stealing one last glance at her disappearing brown curls down the long hallway. He sighed and closed the door. Then all his anger and sadness caught up to him. He slid down the door and rested his head in his hands.

He slammed his fist into the ground.
"you can't be like this you fool. You are the GOD OF LIES. You would ruin her. She is beautiful, cunning,and clever but you can't love her, you just can't. Sure she may like you but you are a fiend with no other purpose but to destroy and whisper your web of lies." he whispered to himself.
"oh I'm so confused." a tear escaped down his cheek. He let it fall. He looked at his ceiling and wished he was anyone else so he could just have her.
"Why do I feel this way I've only known her for a few days. Yet I think I have fallen for her." there was a long silence in his room with him crouched on the floor leaning on the doorframe.
'Snap out of this Loki! You are not going to let a simple mortal reduce you to a whimpering idiot.' he thought to himself but them he groaned.
'Of course I am. I already have.' he thought. He then got up and went into the bathroom that had a door attached to his room. He hadn't noticed it the day before. He quickly got ready for the day and changed into a pair of jeans and a white shirt. He slicked his long black hair back and headed out the door almost running into Angela.
"Hello again," she said.
"Hi… umm I'm curious why you wanted me to call you Aurora when I first met you."
"That's my agent name so that when I'm with those loons I'm somebody else. Never really me. I didn't trust you and I like to have the least amount of people as possible knowing my real name." she pursed her lips and wouldn't look him in the eyes.
"Do you trust me?" he asked a little concered.
"I think I do."
"That's a mistake." he said sincerely.
"I don't think it is." she said, finally looking him in the eyes. She saw the shock and unwanted pain hidden in the starteling green. He nodded in shock and moved sideways to let her pass. She walked away slowly. He watched her leave. Groaning inwardly not wanting to ever ruin such innocence yet he felt in his heart she wasn't as innocent as he wanted her to be. There was something else she wasn't telling him and he wanted to find out.

A/N: So i hope you like it. please review and give me any sugestions on the story. was it a little to soon for Loki to fall for her? be honest.