It had been three days since the incident in Jotunheim with Fosset, Loki had come two days before. I had gone off and visited Fosset each day since then, my trips always full of laughter and smiles. We had told each other of fierce battles and realms unknown, Loki's war on Midgard and my soon to be crowning.

It was the first day of September, you could already feel the coolness in the breezes the swept past the tower, which Loki and I, with our Jotun instincts, enjoyed more than the others.

I sat on my bed with my arrow in my hand as I stared out of the large windows on my wall. I hadn't told anyone about my secret meetings with Fosset, not yet. They always assumed I was just being antisocial and needed some time to myself.

This day was different though.

"Madam Sarah, would you like me to brew you some coffee?" JARVIS asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hmmm, sure. Put two packets of sugar in it too, will you?"

"Of course madam," and with that, the coffee machine started up.

I placed the arrow on the table beside my bed and stood up, walking over to the windows. I placed my hand on the cool glass and watched as a flock of falcons swooped past.

"Your coffee, ma'am," JARVIS spoke out.

I walked to the counter and grabbed the mug from the granite countertop, placing it to my lips and slurping in the warm liquid. The elevators doors slid open suddenly, the shock causing me to choke on my coffee. I placed the mug on the counter and sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold. "Next time someone's coming, JARVIS, warn my first," I managed to spit out.

"Yes, errrr, sorry ma'am," JARVIS said softly.

Loki walked into my room and sat down on the couch by my window, I following him. I sat down beside him and snuggled up, laying my head on his chest while he stroked my hair.

"Good night?" He asked, his words smooth as ice.

"Yes."

"No nightmares?"

"Right."

"good," he smiled, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "How come you've been up here all the time? I've been missing you," the mischief god joked, his lips curling into a warming smile.

"No reason," I sighed, curling closer to his body.

Loki paused and looked out of the windows, watching the clouds slide across the sun. He brought his gaze back down to me. "You can tell me the truth. You know I'd never tell a soul. I love you to much," Loki whispered.

I smiled faintly and placed my hand on his. "Promise you won't tell? Especially not Thor or Odin?"

"I give you my word," he smiled and placed his hand over his heart. I shifted in my space and took a deep breath before starting.

I told him everything from Snø summoning me to Fosset giving me his arrow, down to the very last detail. Loki nodded his head.

"I see. That still doesn't explain why you've been stuck up here for so long though," he reminded my, slowly dragging his fingers through my hair.

"I've been going to visit Fosset for an hour each day," I breathed.

Loki mumbled something and nodded his head once more. "Why are you so interested in him though?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

"Because, other than you and Thor, he's the only person I feel really gets me," I said truthfully. "Plus." I added, looking Loki in the eye. "Yesterday I held his hand. And when I did, his skin turned normal, like ours."

Loki raised a brow, puzzled by this. "You mean, he's not full Jotun?" He asked.

"I don't know. He hasn't told me," I shrugged slightly.

"Interesting," Loki mumbled. "What's he look like?" The god asked.

"Well, he wears a bear skin kilt with animal hides draped over his back. He has messy, curly brown hair that bounce slightly while he walks, and when he's in his normal for, he has these beautiful icy blue eyes," I blushed slightly as I described him, I couldn't help myself.

"You described him quiet fondly," Loki said softly.

"I know," I sighed, not looking him in the eye.

Loki smirked slightly and eyed me.

"What?" I asked, my brow raised.

"You seem to fancy him," Loki chuckled.

I sat up to retort but stopped myself and leaned back into the couch with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. "Maybe I do," I whispered faintly, leaning farther back into the cushions.

"Come on," Loki stood up and headed toward the elevator. "Let's talk to the others. I'm sure they'll have some advice."

I stood up and followed him. "Shut up," I growled.

We entered the main room as I sat down beside Clint, who had just come back from the hospital.

"Finally! We thought you died up there or something," Tony teased.

"She didn't die. She's just working something out," Loki smirked.

"What's he talking about?" Thor asked suddenly, sitting straiter in his chair.

Loki leaned over and whispered something in Tony's ear, causing Tony to smile. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"Turn-around has a crush," Tony snickered.

Everyone turned to me, causing me to bury myself into the cushions. "Shut up," I mumbled again.

"Perfect! A king!" Thor smiled and raised Mjolnir in the air.

Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his legs.

"A Jotun king," Loki breathed in my ear.

My eyes narrowed as I flicked him in the head softly. "The problem is, I want to get to know him better, like a brother would know him," I said though my words were slightly muffled from the cushions.

"Pssshh, to bad you can't change to a guy. Guys mainly trust other guys," Clint said.

"With their manly secrets," Natasha teased.

My eyes widened. "That's it!" I exclaimed, standing up suddenly.

"What's it?" Steve asked confused.

"I'll turn myself into a male and live with him for a few day to get to know him better! It's brilliant!"

Everyone looked at me.

"You can change genders?" Tony asked.

I nodded my head.

"Prove it," he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

I smirked and stood completely still as I felt my hair grow shorter and my features turn more ridged.

"Is this enough proof?" I asked, lifting my arms up to the side. My voice was a bit deeper as I smoothed my hair back with my hands, making it appear as though it had been gelled.

Tony's glass dropped from his hand and Steve's eyes widened.

"Wow, you can," Clint mumbled.

I sat back down, my clothes turning into jeans with a white T-shirt and a plaid over shirt.

"So your really gonna go with this?" Bruce asked, placing his notepad on his chairs arm.

I nodded my head and placed my feet on the table. "Of course, it's full proof," I reminded him.

Tony snorted. "Well, there's a lot to learn if ya wanna be a guy," Tony said, standing up to let JARVIS clean his mess.

"Oh, I'm ready for anything you have to throw at me," I smirked.