Hi there again! Creativity has taken a hold of me and forced me to write another chapter :D So please. enjoy your stay.. wait, wrong business. However, enjoy!

Skye awoke the next morning from a very pleasant dream. Loki had kissed her and then they had been going to bed together. It was, well, dreamy. She could still feel Dream-Loki's warmth around her when she snuggled deeper into her pillow. The brunette was definitely not ready to get out of her bed or, especially, the wonderful memory of her dream. She wanted her dream to be reality, badly. But what did that mean?

Was it just desire? He was really good looking with his tall slender frame and the smooth black hair. Or was it maybe the thrill of the danger? What else than dangerous could it be to get in touch (haha) with an alien prince who tried to conquer earth with an army of even more aliens. Or was it actual affection she felt towards the liesmith?

Over these past couple months she grew accustomed to his behaviour and overall character, which tended to change from time to time it seemed. Sometimes he was just overall a polite and civilized mate who even cooked for her. And bloody hell his pancakes were fantastic! But other times he was incommunicative and withdrawn, even showing his menacing side. Although that got better over time and happened very seldom anymore, she knew there were a lot of things he didn't tell her.

She was okay with that, though. Everybody could have their secrets. Remembering the night she had stayed with Loki after… whatever had happened… she thought about the things he had told her. So he wasn't that secretive around her anymore.

All in all, Skye concluded, she had grown quite fond of the go of mischief. He was a great flatmate for an alien at least.

Still half asleep she heard someone speaking to her. "You have to get up, love." Must be her imagination so out of habit she just answered. "Go away, I'm still sleeping." Mumbling some more words nobody in the nine realms would've understood she pulled the pillow over her head.

"You have responsibilities. Do you want to ignore them, dear?" There was the voice again? Her conscience maybe? Probably. But since when did her conscience have such a melodic dark voice?

"I don't want to get up, I had such a beautiful dream…" She then hummed into her pillow.

"What was it, dear?" The voice asked with curiosity in its voice. Why wouldn't it know? It was her conscience, right? But she was way too tired to think about any paradoxes right now.

"Loki kissed me…" Her storytelling skills weren't at their best at the moment, obviously.

"What if that wasn't a dream but reality?" Asked the voice now with a chuckle. What was wrong with her conscience today? It was way too witty.

"That's not possible, too dreamy, too unrealistic, too impossible…" Her articulation wasn't at its best either, as it seemed, but she didn't really care.

"But it was, love. We can repeat it right now if you want." Now it sounded… mischievous. Wait. Oh… No. Skye sat up right as fast lightning, throwing the pillow, accidentally really, in Loki's grinning face. The 'Sorry' was stuck in her throat as she tried to process what just had happened.

All the while the pillow fell down on the bed, between Skye and Loki, and just now did the brunette register that she was, in fact, not in her own bedroom. With a shocked expression she looked at the trickster. "So… we really…?" He nodded. "It wasn't a…?" Another nod. "So, we…?" Nod.

Then he came into motion, took her face into his hands and closed her lips with his. Like in the dream. No, not a dream. Like last night. There was the warmth radiating from him again through this gentle light touch of lips upon lips. After a moment he deepened the kiss, used a bit more force. But still, he wasn't pressing. He waited. For her to lead the action.

For the brunette this was a strange and completely unknown situation. Never had someone given her the lead, no matter the kind of situation she'd been in. Skye was unsure what to do or, for that matter, if she should do anything at all. Loki felt her uncertainty

For the moment they both just enjoyed each other's presence. Loki, taking the lead again, moved his hands slowly from her face to her sides and around her lower back, carefully exploring her slight figure. Pulling his mortal towards him so that she was sitting on his lap he initiated a kiss again. This time he was more demanding, sliding his tongue over her lower lip.

The brunette parted her lips slightly. Seeing that as an invitation the trickster started to explore her with his tongue. He didn't own the title Silvertongue for nothing. Skye buried her right hand in his soft black hair and the left hand clutched to the front of his shirt. Desperate not to lose this happiness she let a soft groan escape her lips.

When they broke apart both of them were panting slightly. Skye more than Loki, though. Gods. "You still do have responsibilities, you know?" Loki smirked. What did he mean? Oh, right, the paper she was supposed to hand in today.

"Oh, bollocks! Sorry! I didn't mean to swear… I have to hurry, bloody…" Biting her lip to keep herself from embarrassing any more she stormed into the bathroom, leaving a laughing Loki behind. Twenty minutes later Skye ran into her own room to get changed. Black tights, grey woollen socks, long red pullover, dark grey ankle boots and the black coat. Grabbing her scarf, gloves and beanie she ran into the god of mischief. "Sorry!" She panted. "I need to hurry!" He placed his hands on her small shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Don't stress yourself, I can take you along if you want, love." Looking down at her he smiled slightly and offered her his hand. She looked at him for a moment, a smile forming on her face too, and lay her hand gently onto his. Then they disappeared.

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The Avengers had a meeting again. It was like always. Messy. Nobody really paying attention until Steve eventually shouted for silence. And from there they had moved on to the important questions at the moment. "Do we watch Lord of the Rings or Star Wars today?" Clint. Typically.

"That is not the question at hand, friend Clint. We need to deal with my brother." Thor boasted but secretly wished for Lord of the Rings.

"Right. So what are we going to do, Capsicle?" Tony smirked at him, then winked. Idiot.

"We have to determine if the student, Skye Holmes, is Loki's hostage, accomplice or if she even knows his identity." Nobody knew an answer to that. Then Natasha broke the silence. "They teleported away together, so I guess she knows he is not your normal all-day guy."

"So accomplice or hostage it is." And the argument about tactics, attacks and potential outcomes of the former two began.

After about two hours they had some kind of a plan.

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They reappeared around the corner of the campus still holding hands. Neither of them was making any efforts to let go. Standing in the cold February wind they just looked at each other. Noticing Skye's shivering he pulled her into a hug and whispered in her ear. "Be careful today and avoid these other humans." He spat the last word like it was venom. For Skye that was proof enough to believe he sincerely worried about her. This thought gave her a warm feeling deep inside her stomach. Strange.

"I will try to avoid them at any cost." She promised.

"Good, because you are mine now. And everyone that touches what is mine will suffer." He tightened his embrace before kissing her on the forehead, making the brunette blush. In response she kissed his cheek. "And you don't do anything stupid. Or mischievous." Skye joked while pulling back.

"Mischievous? Me? Never." He gave her an offended look. "What do you think of me, love?" Skye blushed again before speaking once more. "Only the best."

With that she turned on her heels and ran towards the campus. For one, she was really embarrassed (seemed to happen a lot in the recent past, damn her inability to deal with her own feelings) and also she was late again, despite alien teleportation. Sadly, Loki couldn't travel through time. Or could he? No, that would be way too abstract. Loki was a god, not a TARDIS.

Skye hurried inside the building, down the long corridor, up the staircase, down another long corridor and finally into the lecture hall. Quickly the student pulled out her paper and put it on Professor Parker's desk. He nodded approvingly and she seated herself in the last row to have some quiet.

She saw the trio from yesterday enter and hurriedly hid behind one of her many books. Thanks to the sheer size of the lecture hall they didn't see her and just took seats somewhere in the front to be near Parker. Admittedly he was very good looking. A young professor, dark hair, three-day-beard and glasses. Yes, he definitely was attractive, but nowhere near the looks of Loki.

Concentrate. Lecture. Important. Right, don't think of Loki, listen to the professor now. Classics, Shakespeare. Coriolanus today. Fierce fighter. Would Loki be a fierce fighter? He was the prince of an alien race who presumably had fought in many battles. No. Lecture. Learning. Studying. Studying Loki's face in the dim light of the night. Damn.

Suddenly there was someone next to her, causing her to jump slightly in her seat when he coughed and asked: "Excuse me, is that seat taken?" She looked up at the person. A man, tall blonde, blue eyes. Looked nice, somehow familiar but Skye didn't know from where.

"Er… no, please take it." He did so and smiled at her. Then she remembered.

"You were the wa… dude, I ran into yesterday! I'm so sorry, I was in a hurry and…" She stumbled upon her own words. Ridiculous. Embarrassing herself seemed to become a thing.

"It's ok, I don't mind. I am sorry I stood in your way." A sincere smile formed on both of their lips. Tension exterminated then. He appeared to really be nice, hopefully at least. "My name's Steve by the way. Ice to meet you,…?"

"Skye. I'm Skye Holmes."

"Like Sherlock Holmes? Wow, I never heard that name in reality." He laughed quietly.

"No, not here at least. In England it is quite common though."

"So you're British? That explains the awesome accent and the many apologies." Another smile. This guy radiated kindness and friendliness like a reactor would atomic energy. Well, at least one that would allow the energy to radiate. Distracting thoughts again. Away though vile fiends! She didn't really know what to answer now, so she just smiled. He smiled back. So many smiles, it was almost exhausting. But also nice for a change.

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"He made contact, the subject doesn't seem to recognise him as an Avenger. Everything according to plan." Natasha Romanoff was sitting on one of those comfortless chairs they had in universities, halfway down the row of seats at the left hand side.

"Alright, let's hope for the best. Don't blow your cover, Tasha." A voice answered her through an earpiece.

"Clint." She didn't need to quirk an eyebrow (Hawkeye wouldn't see it anyway) her voice was telling the archer that she mentally did.

"Yeah, sorry. Just be careful."

"Copy that." The assassin continued to observe the two 'students' at the far end of the lecture hall. They were both socially awkward, that much could the Widow have observed from a mile away. It also didn't seem like she was mind-controlled. So, did she not know about Loki's identity, was she a hostage too scared to attempt to flee or was she, indeed, his accomplice? The young woman didn't seem scared though, so option one or three then.

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They sat in silence for the rest of the lecture. Skye trying to actually listen while her mind desperately tried to lead her thoughts to a certain trickster. Steve was seemingly listening, too but from time to time he studied the woman beside him inconspicuously.

They left the room together, standing in awkward silence in the corridor. Neither of them wanted to just leave but also neither really knew what to say. Then Steve spoke up.

"So, um, how does your timetable for the rest of the day look?" He smiled again and Skye began to assume it was just a reflexive nervous behaviour when he didn't really knew what to do. But that was okay.

"I have half an hour until I need to head to my Creative Writing Course."

"Really? Me too! Shall we grab coffee somewhere to kill the time?" He radiated again. How could she possibly decline his offer, especially since this was the first ever nice communication she had with a fellow student. Skye really hadn't anticipated this anymore, America still managed to surprise her.

"Okay, sure. Where would you like to go?"

"I know a nice shop right around the corner."

"Alright then." They began to walk in the direction Steve had pointed out. "I think I've never seen you around here before." Skye stated what, strangely, made Steve blush. Cute… somehow.

"Oh, yeah, I was ill a long time and only came back this week, the day you ran into me." The tall blonde scratched his back with his right hand and grinned coyly.

"Oh no. I hope you didn't miss out too much. Do you want to lend out my notes? Since when have you been ill?" Skye didn't know why but she was eager to help Steve. Maybe because he was kind of like a lost puppy or maybe because he was the first in all NYU to be somewhat like a friend for her.

"That's really nice! But only if you don't need them at the moment."

"That's no problem, most of the stuff is already in my head." He laughed. She did too. They, both individually, were already really awkward but together it somehow combined to a big ball of wibbly-wobbly awkwardness. But still nice.

And so they took off, chatting and occasionally laughing, around the corner and down the alleyway. Skye just wanted to ask what the name of the coffee shop was, when her world went dark. The last thing she thought she heard was a mumbled 'sorry'.

Yup, there you go. As always, hope you enjoined reading! Maybe leave a review and tell me what you thought :)

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