All of a sudden she was overcome with dizziness; she attempted to shake off the feeling but found herself falling even harder yet failing terribly to find her feet. He smiled, a laugh escaping from his lips and he knelt down to pick her up. She felt weak in his grip as he found no struggle in picking her up. Natasha sat against one of the boulders behind her, resting herself as magic tickled her limbs and fingertips. While she gathered her breath the taller man lowered himself to one knee, a sight never seen by anyone. Loki grabbed one of the shoes that had fallen from her hands only a moment ago. With his free hand he reached under her dress, his thin hand wrapping around her left foot. Running his hands down her main vein, she continued to watch with magic still drunk in her blood. Loki looked up at the red head with emerald eyes, slipping on the shoe slowly, whispering to himself in foreign tongue as he removed his hands, a flicker of green mist following his fingertips before circling the shoe, glowing green, soft glitter sparkled in the moonlight that matched his emerald gaze. A laugh left her lips as she rotated her ankle, admiring the green spark to her feet.
"Is this how you woo the ladies?" the two cackled lightly but he gave no answer before he repeated the process with the other shoe, glowing green as well with a trickling of mist. He stood again, rising past her height and holding his hand out. She took it, too drunk on magic to find her own thoughts now.

"I was worried this would happen…" Natasha felt her eyes becoming very heavy as she tried to concentrate on the man in front of her. His eyes burned brightly for a second, muttering under her breath as she lost feeling in her feet, falling to the floor again, but his arms quickly scooped her up and his strength revealing itself dearly as he barely showed any struggle lifting her body. She tried to question him, but he answered the silence to quickly. "With the magic flowing in your blood, your body is reacting negatively to the change. It's not fatal, but you will pass out in a few minutes…So if you have any questions you must ask now-"
"Will I see you again?" He smiled at her, holding her shoulders with one hand as her head fell to his shoulder. He repositioned her in his grip, Natasha swung her arms around his neck, trailing his cold skin with her olive fingers. He twisted her till she was in a comfortable position. The demi-god began to climb back up the hillside, gaining speed as he walked.
"It's difficult to say…I cannot promise you if it will be as friendly as it is now." She frowned, laying her head into the curve of his neck, relaxing into his frosty touch. "…but I shall always treat you like a lady, Asgardian or Misgardian..." Natasha could feel herself blacking out into unconsciousness, only to be reeled back in with his soft voice. The last thing she remembered was being placed on the stone slab they met at, her body not registering the cold stone as her bare back collided with the rock. He smiled down at her, looking past her paralysed state and into her eyes. He smiled once more at her, brushing his thumb over her cheek and placing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight M'lady."With a bright flash of green he was gone... Just as the muffled voices called her name and the blurred figures came rushing to her still state. Finally her eyes slipped closed, her body falling into a deep trance…