Be prepared to hate on Loki, with a bit of twisted fluff at the end. Love you all for the reviews and the favourites and the follows. You the best.

Still grinning like a Cheshire cat she slunk off, grabbing two more glasses of whatever this drink was. She downed them both, still grinning, the pleasant buzzing of her mind dulling her senses. She giggled, not being able to help herself. She walked round the edge of the crowd, picking up yet another drink, to a corner where she had a perfect vantage point. She watched with a smirk as Theoric grabbed his wife's arm, pulling her away from Loki.

"How dare you!" Theoric growled, Loki looked stunned, then cautious. "I knew, I always knew you two- ever since- always!" Theoric stammered, anger and hurt rendering him speechless. Loki held his hands up, still watching the man cautiously."What are you talking about?" Sigyn cried, looking angry. Theoric fumed silently for a second, before he was calm enough to speak.

"You know, exactly what I'm talking about, Katherine saw it herself!" he exclaimed, his grip tightening on her arm. Loki stepped forward, fury sweeping over him.

"Katherine? What did she tell you?" he gripped Theoric's shoulder, giving him a shake, the man looked confused and angry.

"She saw you two! She saw you in bed! I always knew…" he trailed off miserably, looking down at his wife's astonished face.

"What?!" she yelled "That is not true at all!" she told him earnestly, he threw her away from him, Loki looked so tense he may crack.

"I can vouch for her, that it is not true. The girl is a psychopath." Loki said, keeping his voice low for fear of completely loosing it. He scanned the room, his gaze landing on the girl who was watching them with a smirk on her face. She had the audacity to even give him a little wave. He stormed over to her, Theoric and Sigyn trailing behind him.

Katie laughed at the sight. If she was sober, she would probably be terrified, but this stuff was stronger than Midgardian alcohol, and she was pretty out of it. Loki strode up to her, grabbing both of her arms, teeth bared."What do you think you're playing at?" he growled, squeezing her arms so tight they'd gone white already. She ignored him as Theoric approached, standing on Loki's left, Sigyn on Loki's right.

"Theoric, who are you going to believe? Me, who has no reason to lie to you, or the God of Lies and his little girlfriend?" she asked him, lifting her glass to drink from it. Loki grabbed it and threw it on the floor.

"Hey!" she cried "What a waste of good…whatever it is!" she looked down miserably at the smashed goblet. He grabbed her face, snarling. A dull thrill of fear settled in her stomach.

"What do you think you're going to get from this?" he asked her desperately, his face screwed up in disgust. She smiled.

"Hm, double standards I feel, you're allowed to tell me who I'm allowed to talk to, but I can't?" she said quietly, she was beginning to feel she had gone too far when she saw the look in his eyes. He punched the wall above her, some bits of brick falling down, hitting her as they went. He leaned his hands against the wall either side of her head, leaning into her face.

"Next time, I won't be so careful with my aim…and it might just end up being your empty little head I hit. Tell him you lied!" he growled at her, the threat so real this time. She laughed in his face, a dangerous move.

"It was only an exaggeration really." she smiled cockily. He grabbed her arm and hauled her out into the corridor. He dragged her along for some time until the sounds of the gathering disappeared. Without stopping, he threw her onto the floor. She landed on her front, skidding along the floor. She laughed, winded as she turned to lay on her back. He was towering above her. Despite her claim of not being scared of him, she truly was now, she tried to move herself away from him, but he stood on her ankle. She hissed in pain and looked up at him. He was the angriest she'd ever seen.

"You think you'll get away with this? Your lies may fool the likes of Theoric, but if he files for divorce, this goes to Odin, this becomes a trial. How well will your petty lies stand up then?" he said menacingly, she looked up at him with a grin.

"Quite well probably, considering no one would believe a word you say." she gasped as he swept down and grabbed her neck, holding her against the wall.

"You say I'm full of self-hate and anger, but you're not happy unless everything around you is in ruins and people are just as miserable as you are." he seethed, she struggled against his grip.

"And if you keep treating me like this, I won't stop until that is the reality." she managed to get out, despite the death hold on her. He growled, letting her fall to the floor. He watched her disdainfully as she rubbed her throat pathetically.

"Why?" he asked, she did not know that one word could be filled with so much hate. She managed to stand up, leaning against the wall for support. She looked up at him tiredly.

"I'm fed up being treated like a toy people can play with, discard and pick up again when they feel like it. I'm sick and tired of people thinking I'm just going to sit back and be walked all over. I'm tired of being taken advantage of, I can't stand being the girl no one cares about, the girl people think they can just take, take, take from." she told him drained. He stared down at her, his face still set in disgust. She started to walk away. He grabbed her arm, she slapped him away.

"Leave me alone." she moaned, stumbling along, the room was spinning. He stopped in front of her.

"You think that's it? You give me some sob-story and I forget everything?" he growled, she pushed past him, taking off down the corridor.

"I am not finished with you!" he shouted after her, she broke into a clumsy run, she got to some stairs, still running so went down them. She twisted her ankle in the damned shoes, and slid down the remaining few stairs.

"Fuck!" she hissed as she lay on her back. Loki stood at the top of the stairs. He slowly walked down as she sat up, examining her ankle, which was bent out at a sickening angle.

"Go tell them the truth." he said, looking at her ankle with little interest. She moaned, and crawled away.

"No." she grumbled, dragging the hideous ankle behind her. He grabbed it and pulled her back. She let out a scream of pain that sent shivers down Loki's spine. He bent down to her level, she had a sheen of sweat on her brow from the pain, she whimpered, and looked up at him.

"Why do you hate me so much?" she asked through the haze of drink and pain. His face swam before her as he snarled.

She opened her eyes to find herself on her and Loki's bed, surrounded by Singing, Theoric and Loki. She must have fainted. How embarrassing.

"Tell them the truth." Loki demanded. Singed was sitting next to her, looking down concernedly. Katie's head was still foggy as she closed her eyes.

"Whatever, there's still something going on with you and Signing." she said groggily.

"What did you call me?" the woman voice drifted through the haze.

"Singed. Singing. However you say your name." she mumbled.

"There's nothing going on." Loki growled. "Say it!" he shouted as he grabbed the foot-board. Katie laughed.

"Loki," the woman reprimanded him.

"I'm not a parrot." she giggled to herself "but whatever you say, I don't believe a word, but my opinion doesn't matter does it?" she gestured helplessly, her hand flopping down by her side.

"I think that's the best we're going to get." said Singing as she stood up. Katie heard the distant mumble of voices before she fell asleep.

She sat up, sweat covering her, someone had changed her into her pajamas at some point. The room was dark and someone shifted next to her.

"You don't even shut up when you're asleep." Loki told her, his green eyes the clearest thing in the darkness around her. He rubbed his face. As she ran a shaking hand through her hair. She gingerly laid back down, noticing she ached all over.

"Out of interest, who did you want to stop doing what?" he asked, his voice gruff with sleep. She turned to him. She wasn't aware she'd been talking in her sleep. Dread made her blood run cold.

"What was I saying?" she whispered to him. He moaned sleepily.

"It was more yelling to be precise." he told her "Um, I believe it was; 'no', 'stop it', 'you'll kill him'." he told her. "Kill who?" she really didn't want to tell him, a shiver running through her as she remembered the nightmare.

"I don't really remember." she lied, burying her head in the pillow. After everything he'd done to her the day before, and she was still having this nightmare.

"Yes you do, because you've been crying out the same things every night." he mumbled, moving an arm behind his head. She was glad it was dark so he couldn't see her blush.

"It doesn't matter." she whispered, he sighed.

"You should take this opportunity, I'm not going to care in the slightest in the morning. And I probably won't remember it." he slurred sleepily. She looked at him, his skin almost gleaming white in the little light that was available. His eyes were closed, she thought.

"You." she muttered.

"Me what?"

"They're going to kill you. They're torturing you, and I'm trying to run but I'm frozen, I'm yelling but it's coming out as a whisper." she told him quietly, hoping he wouldn't really hear her. He turned over to face her, confusion on his face, looking right at her.

"The dream that has you waking up in a cold sweat, is about me being tortured?" he asked, not sleepy at all. He'd had her on. She scolded herself for being so stupid. She pursed her lips, pushing her head further into the pillow.

"The whole reason I came here is so you weren't tortured, and now I want nothing more than to go home, it's playing on the conscience I didn't even know I had." she told him, her voice barely above a whisper, she refused to meet his gaze.

"Why do you even care if I'm tortured or not? You're doing a spectacular job yourself." he whispered back. She looked up at him, smiling, holding his gaze.

"Because you don't deserve it. And if I'm doing the torturing I can control what happens." she laughed gently and he smiled. She nearly had a heart attack, the smile was free of all the normal sarcasm, hatred and disgust.

"Well, you do deserve a slap or something for nearly killing me." she smirked, still smiling he knotted his eyebrows together.

"When did I nearly kill you?" he asked. She gave him a look.

"Erm, this evening?" she said as if he was stupid. He scoffed.

"I never nearly killed you. You nearly killed yourself, but I was always in control." he told her smugly. She rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Incorrigible." she said fondly.

"Pot calling the kettle black." he replied. She giggled softly, her eyelids becoming heavy again.

Loki watched her fall asleep, she turned onto her back, stretching her arm out, so her hand was just touching his. He looked down at it, debating whether to move it, but decided against it. He might actually be able to sleep if she didn't have a nightmare again. He laid on his back and looked at the top of the bed, his mind reeling from what she'd told him. He still hated her, he told himself. Although he was impressed with how well she thought out lying to Theoric. She was right that people would take her word over his. He looked back over at her, she was dangerous and had a taste for chaos that rivaled his own. It suddenly hit him that this could end badly, not for her as he'd always planned, but for him. He scowled at her sleeping form. He rubbed his face angrily, trying desperately to clear his head.

This girl was giving him a headache.

Does he really hate her though? Most likely. Why is she still so nice to him? She's just a girl people.