I honestly had had no plans of updating this quickly, but I found myself extremely bored and just started writing. After about a half hour this is what I came up with so I hope you enjoy. Do forgive me if it isn't the best because its 2:30 in the morning, I haven't edited, I wrote this really fast, and I haven't really slept in a while so I cannot guarantee that this is going to be one of my star chapters.

Anyway, enough sleep-deprived rambling. Here is the next chapter, I hope you enjoy!

Loki had once been proud of knowing exactly who he was and what he wanted in life. However, as his life went on, all of that was knocked off balance. The first surprise was coming to the realization that he was not Odin's son; the last was realizing that whether he wanted to or not, he cared about Bruce Banner.

He glanced over at the doctor whose eyes were closed and his head was resting against the wall behind him. His features were relaxed, peaceful, and if Loki did not know any better, he would assume he was asleep. He allowed his eyes to travel over Bruce's body, marveling at the strength that this kind creature possessed. Upon meeting him, you would not assume he was capable of any harm. However, the large toned muscles that defined his upper and lower body were enough to convince Loki that if needed, he could cause some actual damage. Not that he was in need of his human form to deal damage and showcase strength, he had Hulk for that.

"How?" Bruce finally asked in a soft, hushed voice.

"Hm?"

"How have I changed your life?" He wondered. Loki was thankful that his eyes were closed because a slow blush had crept into his cheeks.

"A week ago I would have thought the idea of sitting next to you, living with you, kissing you would be completely repulsive. However, as I sit here, listening to you speak to me as your equal and telling me things about myself that I had chosen not to acknowledge, specifically my relationship with Thor, I now realize that I…" He trailed off. He what? What was he about to say? Bruce's eyes fluttered open to gaze at the demigod whose brow was furrowed as he fought for the right words.

"I now realize that, against my better judgment and all logic, I do believe I care for you. Not only you, but it seems as though I've developed an empathetic relationship with the entire human race, and that is all thanks to you," his blush deepened. Bruce felt his heart pound in his chest sweetly. Summoning enough courage, he reached out a tender hand and caressed away a strand of black hair, pushing it delicately behind his ear. Loki appeared stunned by this action.

"Does this mean you do not hate me anymore?" He asked.

"I… Never said that,"

"True, but sometimes the truth requires no words. You said you cared about me, how can you possibly expect me to believe that you still hate me?" Bruce pointed out with a smile.

"Alright, so I do not hate you. In all honesty, I don't think I ever really hated you specifically. I hated the Avengers. Correction, I still hate them. However you, you were never really one of them now were you? You were the dangerous weapon they needed yet feared. Tony was the only one who seemed to care. Is that why you love him? Because he was the only one who did not cower from you whenever you were angered?" Loki choked down his ridiculous jealousy at the mention of Bruce's feelings for Tony.

"Tony is… He is my friend. I've never met someone who could keep up with me intellectually the way he does. He is a genius, and although he has an over fondness of alcohol and women, he is very kind to me. He treated me like a person, not like a time bomb that could explode at any moment. Hell, the man even goes as far as to tease me. That's all I really want, is to be treated like person. When you look at all Tony has done for me, and then add the fact that he is attractive, yes, you get the reason why I have feelings for him," Bruce explained. However, as he spoke, he could not help but wonder whether or not he really did love Tony. His reasons did not seem right. Loki obviously agreed.

"Do you really love him? Or do you love the idea of having someone like him?" Loki prodded.

"I think it is the latter, but who knows?" He shrugged, sinking lower into the ground.

"Purely out of curiosity and nothing more, do you think you could ever love someone like me?"

"You mean a shockingly perfect, deceitful, intelligent, demigod who tried to take over the world? Perhaps," his smile suggested that his odds were good. Suddenly his smile fell, "Where exactly is all of this coming from?" He asked himself.

"What do you mean Doctor Banner?"

"I just mean, well, I'm not exactly known for my confidence with these sorts of things. I'm usually very shy, more of the loner type, yet here I am flirting shamelessly with an extremely powerful demigod who had recently been my enemy. What has come over me?" He ran his fingers through his messy black hair, letting out a sigh. Not knowing what exactly possessed him to do so, Loki inched himself closer and took Bruce's chin in his hand, forcing the doctor to look at him.

"I have no answer for you," Loki's breath washed over his face, sending chills throughout his body, "But I do know that I should thank, rather than question, whatever invisible force has made you the man I see right now," his eyes gazed deeply into the warm delicious brown iris's of the doctor. He leaned forward, brushing his lips ever so gently against Bruce's jaw line, tracing the defined lines. Bruce sat, stunned but also pleasured. He practically melted as Loki's hot mouth drew closer to his own. His pulse quickened and with great embarrassment he became aroused. Luckily, Loki was much too occupied to notice. Finally, their lips met.

Unlike the kiss at the shelter, there was no desperation or frustration, just pure tenderness. Their lips moved lightly, innocently, and sweetly against each other, exploring the indescribable sensations that accompanied their actions. Bruce felt himself grow dizzy and weak and was thankful that they were sitting because had they been standing, his knees surely would have given in by now.

Just as innocently as before, Loki's tongue swept across Bruce's lower lip, waiting to be invited inside, which took no time at all. The doctor's mouth was hot, comforting, and seductive all at the same time. Loki felt his own arousal begin to strain against his jeans. He ignored it as best as he could and simply enjoyed the way Bruce felt, the way he tasted, and the way he made him feel.

"T-Tony… He might see," Bruce reminded him breathlessly, coming up from their kiss briefly for air.

"Yes," Loki smirked, "He might," he began to lean back in to resume what they had started, but they were interrupted as if on cue.

"Hey guys, Thor finally left, man that guy can drink a lot and not even get a buzz," Tony was obviously drunk and if he noticed the flushed appearance of both the demigod and his science partner, he said nothing.

"Tony," Bruce breathed with embarrassment, quickly jumping to his feet.

"Uh, yeah, that's me. What's with the guilty look? You guys weren't watching porn or something were you?" Tony teased lightheartedly, gulping down the last of the amber liquid in his glass.

"Porn?" Loki raised an eyebrow, gracefully standing.

"Ah, right, we'll have to introduce you to that sometime. Anyway, normally I'd stay up and chat with you two, but I think I've had maybe one too many drinks. I'm going to bed. Don't have too much fun without me," he gave a drunken salute before stumbling off. Both men let out long breaths that neither knew they had been holding.

"Maybe… Maybe we should all go to bed," Bruce suggested with a slight chuckle. Although he was not one to admit exhaustion, Loki was tired and decided that it would probably be best.

Bruce walked the taller man towards the elevator where they would part for the night. Before they could push the tiny white button which would finalize their good-nights, a voice sounded.

"Doctor Banner, I'm afraid Mr. Stark has completely passed out and I do not wish to wake him. There is a young female wishing to gain entrance, a Miss Romanoff I believe her name is. Would you like me to allow her inside? She seems quite upset," JARVIS informed Bruce. His shock was obvious.

"Natasha," he mumbled to himself before adding more loudly, "Let her in,"

A few minutes later, the sleek metal doors of the elevator slid away to reveal a rather distressed redhead. Her eyes were red and puffy, obviously from crying, and she practically flung herself at Bruce, not bothering to acknowledge Loki who had slowly backed away into the shadows.

"Natasha, what's wrong? What happened?" Bruce asked gently, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"Oh God Bruce, he's dead…" She sobbed into his shoulder, "Clint is dead,"

Bam! It gets more dramatic, trust me! I'll try to update ASAP, but knowing me it could either be updated again today, tomorrow, a week from now… Next year… Who knows? However, I find that my inspiration comes faster and my fingers move swifter when I receive a lot of reviews. Just a little food for thought Thanks for reading!