Author's Note: Okay guys, just wanted to post this before the holidays (for those of us in the states) began, I'm sure most of you will be very pleased, you'll see why. I hope everyone is enjoying so far, Loki is by far one of the best characters to play with, it's almost sad this will be ending soon. As always let me know what you think!

And by the way Fat Old Son - I think if Loki found tumblr (*ahem* TOMblr) he would have run back to Asgard lol.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. WARNING - adult content!

He was finished.

His plan was finally, painstakingly finished.

He was in the library again, being forced from his position the night before by the librarian who was closing, his piles of books in the same place they'd been for days. He looked up from the book he was reading, everything in his head clicking together like the perfect puzzle. The past few nights he had been able to draw a spark to his fingers, the first signs of magic since he had been banished to this life, the curse upon him lifting enough for him to see the fine cracks that rippled through from his efforts. He didn't have all of his power back, oh no, but soon. Yes, soon he would be the man - the God he was before and he would set forth his plan as he had intended all those weeks ago.

His breath caught in his throat at the thought of the time he'd spent on this planet. Had it really been that long? All those days of servicing humans weighed heavily in his mind, but the other times, the time he spent with Chase and Maggie - above all else Maggie - had him reflecting on that time in a different light. How could that have happened? On a daily basis the pair conversed and she was bleeding herself into his memory like a stain. How much he thought of her unnerved the prince, especially since above all else he believed she never thought of him as such. He felt like a blathering girl alone in his room thinking of his time with her, enjoying himself and even cracking the rarest of smiles in front of her.

"My god!"

Chase and Maggie both looked at one another and then back at Loki.

"Did you really just crack a smile?" She asked, leaning towards him.

"I think he just did Magg's."

"He can feel happiness! We did it Chase!"

"We created a being who can feel!"

He rolled his eyes at the thought, snapping shut the book on his lap, lying it on the tall pile to his left. He hung his head in his hands, pressing his fingers into his temples to ease the memories that surged through his brain, all vying for his attention. He brushed them aside, his plan was finished! He could go home and... what? Try to attack the Asgardians that would see him coming and take him down? Go back to the people who were responsible for his torture since his childhood? Yes the idea of killing a few of the so-called gods sat pleasantly in the back of his mind, but blue eyes made him hesitate for too long a time. How could he perform such a task with such a distraction in mind?

Sighing roughly, Loki lifted himself from the library floor and trudged his way back to Maggie's shop, seeing the kitchen light on as he walked inside and hearing the ring of Maggie's voice as she sang. Quietly he moved to the doorway, watching the woman bounce and dance through the kitchen, moving fluidly, happily as she always was.

"Hey Loki!" She sang, turning to find him spacing out in the kitchen doorway, using his name when they were alone. "Why're you here so early? Shouldn't you still be at the library makin' up your plans?"

"That can wait for now," He lied, waving his hand to dismiss the conversation.

Maggie tilted her head to the side, smiling at him apologetically before turning back to her table and thick mound of dough, making her bagels as she did each night. Loki walked up next to her, watching her as her small hands pushed into the thick mass over and over, her shoulders rising and pushing her chest out from the effort.

"Can I help?"

"Huh?"

Loki nodded to the dough at her hands. "Would you like some help?"

She stared at him shocked before nodding, stepping to the side as he took her position. "Here," She offered, sprinkling some flour onto his hands. "So the dough doesn't stick to your fingers."

He pushed at the dough as he had seen her do every night, earning a small laugh from the woman next to him as he did so.

"Sorry," She said, shaking her head. "You look like you don't work your hands all that much."

"I told you," He said stiffly. "I work with magic, the hard labor is of the mind, not body."

"Right, right," She nodded, then after watching him for a minute. "You technique is almost there, here watch."

She took the dough from his hands and worked it slowly, showing him how she moved her hands and arms. "You want to fold it after you push your hands into it, you kinda looked like you wanted to beat it."

"That would be easiest," He huffed, doing as she showed him.

"The easiest isn't always the right way to do things."

He looked up at her and she simply smiled, moving to the back of the kitchen and grabbing her trays, laying down thin paper on each before shooing his hands from the dough. "You did good, we got to form some bagels now."

They worked slowly, Maggie directing him where it was needed, their hands plastered in flour and bits of dough, the time flying as they worked side by side. When the last of the trays were in the oven she walked up to him with two glasses, offering him one and leaning against the baking table.

"Thanks for the help," She toasted, taking a small sip of her glass. Loki nodded, taking a sip of his own glass, his eyebrows rising from the obvious flavor.

"Alcohol?" He questioned. "When have we been allowed to serve alcohol?"

"My own secret stash that is not so secret," She said with a wink. "Save it for special occasions."

He looked at her quizzically. "This was a special occasion?"

"Hell yea!" She laughed. "You just helped me out, that's fucking amazing!"

He shook his head, the smallest of smiles inching the corners of his lips up. At the sight of it, Maggie lifted her glass again, grinning.

"And a toast to me for getting the God of Sour Faces to smile!"

They moved out to a table in the sitting room, the bottle of alcohol between them, the mixer they used long gone as they took straight shots, the drink affecting them both.

"Oh my god the look on your face!" Maggie guffawed, recounting the time Loki had first walked into the shop. "You looked like you were gonna friggin KILL me!"

They both laughed, Loki forgetting himself for the first time in his life.

"If I could have I might have," He chuckled, Maggie thrusting her glass into the air, alcohol pouring down her arm in the process.

"Here's to not being killed!"

"Here, here!"

They both threw their heads back, glasses slamming on wood as their faces twisted from the taste more from habit, their taste buds long since numb.

"Y'know I would never ina million years imagine myself drinking next to you like this," She said, shaking her head.

"The same thoughts have run through my head," He nodded.

"Welp," She leaned back in her chair. "I know this probably isn't the best thing to say, but I'm actually glad you did what you did."

He gazed at her, his brain kicking in gear to feel the shock of her words.

"Cause if you didn't you wouldn't have been banished and we wouldn't have met," She looked back at him. "And I'm glad to have met you."

He stared at her, an incredulous look on his face from her admission. Never had he been told something with such honesty, especially from a woman. Their words were typically thick with sinister intentions, but Maggie? She spoke to him with pure innocence that made his chest ache and his fingers tingle. She was everything he had never been and never shared with another and her words hung in the air tenderly.

Suddenly everything seemed fine, his banishment, the people of Asgard, his brother, his father - none of it mattered anymore. The plan flew through his mind briefly, but he pushed it aside, allowing this feeling - these beautiful, unaltered feelings - to flow through him. Loki gazed at her, his hand coming up and cupping her cheek, her tender flesh meeting his, their eyes locked.

"Say it again," He whispered, his voice thick.

She blinked, hesitating for but a second before she spoke, her voice as tender as her skin. "I'm glad to have met you."

His lips met hers in a flash, his hand moving behind her neck as her arms draped around his shoulders, her fingers sifting through his raven locks. She groaned as he bit her lip, allowing him to tug her to her feet, their bodies coming together roughly. His hands sunk into her hips, one dragging up her spine and tugging her head back by her hair, their lips parting. She gasped as he nipped the sensitive skin on her neck and along her collar bone, her hips grinding into his as her eyes rolled. When their lips met again, Maggie tugged the pair to the stairs, somehow managing the stairs without parting or falling. When they opened his door, he shoved her roughly against the wall, pinning her hands above her head as he drew his lips over her body.

She groaned softly, her hips rubbing against him, her blue eyes burning into his. Growling lowly he pulled her from the wall and threw her to his bed, climbing on top of her and pinning her there, his lips crashing back into hers. Her hands worked his button down shirt, tugging it off of him and feeling the smooth skin under her fingers. When his hands delved under her shirt she raked her fingers down his back, Loki biting her shoulder in return, both of them crying out, their breathing rough as their clothes littered the floor. She screamed when he entered her, her chest thrusting up and her back arching, forcing him even deeper. Her legs wrapped around him and his hands gripped her shoulders as he moved, their sweat intermingling, neither knowing where one body started and the other ended. She cried out his name when she came, her head thrown back from the pleasure and he followed soon after, his head burying in the crook of her neck. Their chests heaved and she laced her fingers in his hair, kissing the side of his face and down his neck, allowing him to lie atop her as they both soaked in what they had just done. Neither believing they would have done this sober, but allowing the emotions to wash over the both of them none-the-less.