Chapter 4:

I woke up surrounded by golden silk sheets in a bed way to big by Earth standards. Now I've woken up some pretty weird places, but this was just indescribable. It was absolutely fit for royalty and the cushy pillows helped too. So comfy. Where am I?

"Good, you're finally awake." I hadn't noticed him until now. Loki sat there on the edge of the bed. Slowly putting on his pants, he didn't have a shirt on, but his back was turned. I saw the soft glisten of bare skin and muscle. He was definitely a god.

Oh my gods, is this his bed? My heart about bounced out of my chest. I jumped up taking the sheets with me, hoping I had clothes on. I wore only a shirt, that wasn't mine. Did I? NO, I couldn't have. What the hell happened?

He turned grinning, "Don't worry. You, what did you call it "jumped," as soon as you got here. I made sure you were comfortable." I must have. Someone had bandaged them, but I could feel what was underneath. Burns. I don't remember any of it. That happened a lot.

I grunted, "I'm sure you did."

"It's not my fault if you don't believe me." His black hair was shorter than before, not quite as 60's Grease as it had been.

"Whatever." I wrapped the sheet tighter around me making sure Loki couldn't see one inch of skin. I looked about for a clue to where I could be. Obviously with Loki, but was this Asgard? I only found a huge bay window covered in heavy red blinds. "Where am I anyway?"

"Let go of the blanket and find out." He said. I rolled my eyes and I glanced back over to the blinds. Was it worth it? I mean he's already seen me naked—what was this—twice at least.

"Pervert," I said not-so-astonished he'd said that.

"I just meant for you to open the drapes."

Apparently he didn't realize that could be taken wrong as well. He was so innocent. "You should really update your vocabulary."

"I am a god, my vocabulary is as articulate as it gets."

"Okay—" I sung. I thought about it for a minute. Loki looked at me with doe eyes; like it wasn't enough he had his shirt off. He had to try and be adorable. He really was innocent. He could play the evil bad boy all he wanted, but he knows nothing of the world outside his own little universe. He especially doesn't know anything about women. I doubt he's ever even been with one. He was too withdrawn and aloof.

I smiled. "Well, if you aren't going tell me—I'll have to find out myself." I let the silk sheet drop from my body. It flowed down my bare legs. Going to the drapes I flung them open and cool air sprung off the windows. Beyond them lay cascades of ice and snow. Storms raged and fell in valleys and over castles made of crystal. They sparkled in the blue sunlight. "What is this?"

"Jotunheim," he breathed happily, coming to stand beside me. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

I'm so confused, I thought. This was the Realm of the Frost Giants. How were we here and why? Loki was supposed to be locked up. At least that's what I thought.

"But I thought Thor—" I stammered, trying to figure it out with my hands. "You had the muzzle and the handcuffs? What did you do?"

"They still think I'm there, locked in the dungeon, but that's only an illusion. It was not difficult to escape my delusional brother."

"Sure it was." I scoffed. Of course he'd say it was easy. Suddenly, I realized how cold it was. The drapes kept the frost out, but I'd thrown them aside. Rubbing my arms for warmth, I shivered.

"Are you cold?" He scavenged for the sheet. "Here," Picking it up from the floor he wrapped it around my shoulders, placing his strong arms there and holding me.

I held that moment for a second. And for a while I actually believed that Loki was my knight. The handsome soldier that would always protect me, and then I came back to reality. I shivered, slinking out of his embrace. "Sorry, umm…do you have any clothes I could wear?"

He blinked. Did he fall for the moment too? "Yes," he said.

He left me there to go get clothes. I walked around the room. It was a whole suite. Everything you'd need in one room. He even had tea and scones set out ready to eat. Was he planning a Loki tea party? I bit a huge chunk out of one of the cookies. It was amazing. Did Loki make this himself? I bet that clever boy's a good cook. The younger brother usually is.

In the room there were two doors—technically three since one was a set of double. I assumed the single door went into a bathroom. I was right. Going in I ran my hand across the cold white marble countertop. I stopped at the sink to look into the mirror. My hair was ravaged. Holding my scone in with my mouth I ran a hand through my hair pulling out a few tangles, trying my best to make the rat's nest presentable. He almost fell for me looking like this? I must be hotter than I thought. Maybe I had a rugged look that just pulled men in.

"Here you are." I jumped at the sound of his voice. "You can clean up if you like. And then we can get started."

"Started with what?" I said through the scone still in my mouth. I look like an idiot.

He chuckled, "Controlling your abilities."

Here we go…It's not going to work. Just watch.

Terribly sorry it's so short. But thanks to everyone who's read it. Please review. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Next chapter should be up as fast as i can write it.