Thank you so much for the reviews, I did not think that this story would be such a hit much appreciated. Hope you all like this next chapter. There is a lot of fighting in this chapter, just to warn you, but I promise, these events will lead to something lovely, but what? Dun dun dun…

It was day time now in Asgard and Thor, Sif and the Warriors three had given Odin and Frigga a rest and offered to take watch of the dark haired prince for the day. Thor sat wide eyed at the scene before him. The young female lunged at Loki, who was stood tall next to the door, and roughly grabbed him by the collar of his top and pushed him back into the door. An argument broke out between them and Sif sighed, gaining the attention of the males in the room. "What ails you Lady Sif?" Hogun asked, turning to face her. Sif stood from her crouching position on the floor and walked to the wall, pointing to it for emphasis.

"How is he ever going to change, if all he does is provoking a reaction from her?" Thor stood in Loki's defence and frowned.

"Sif, lay not all of the mishaps on his shoulders. She too provoked anger in him. They appear to be as bad as each other it would seem." Thor shook his head and looked at his brother who was now lying on the floor with a raging dark haired woman screaming at his face…

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Leera pounced on Loki who was stood at the door, and before he could put out his hands to stop her, Loki's head hit the door and he yelped in pain, aches ricocheting through every corner of his body. Leera grabbed his collar and pulled him forward, inches from her face. "You know nothing of what happened that day, so do not presume that you know me or that I left him to die out of ill gain." Leera spat venomously. Loki smirked and narrowed his eyes.

"I know more about you than you realize Leera. I know what happened. I know that you had a bit too much to drink that night. I know that you drove right into that poor Human's car. I know that you saw that man dying, and his crying child next to him, surprisingly unharmed. I know that you got out of your car, with no one around to see, and that you made to check on him, and saw that the weak human was drowning in his own blood because the crash caused several ribs to break, puncturing his heart. I know that, in your drunken state, forgetting the child was in the car, you put the man out of his misery; covering his mouth with your hand. I know that you looked at that child then fled to your car. I know that you called emergency services, gave them the details of what happened, gave them your contact details, then drove away, leaving that child, alone with his dead father. I know you better that you know yourself" Loki replied like a snake, his voice pouring hatred. Leera's eyes filled with tears and let go of Loki, stepping back.

"I went to the authorities. I told them what happened! I regret what happened. I should not have done what I did; I should not have left that boy. But I paid for my actions, believe me, and I will never be rid of that night; the terrified look in that boy's eyes as he watched his father die. Believe me, I have suffered. But what I did is nothing compared to you. Eighty innocent people! You monster!" Leera screamed, tears streaming down her face, suddenly reddened by the hand print, now left on her cheek by Loki's boney hand.

"You dare speak to me with such distain. You are beneath me! Your insolent attitude should be punished!" Loki snarled. Leera cupped her face and her tears stopped. Her vision now saw red. She stepped forward and kicked him in the stomach, right into one of his wounds. Loki fell to the floor, winded and in pain, gasping for air, whilst he held his stomach. Leera lent over his quivering body, down on her knees and stared into his darkened eyes.

"I cannot believe you. I treated you with such kindness, and you prove to be nothing more than a self-absorbed, pompous man. You need to get over yourself and see that you are no better than anyone else, and if anyone is lower in respect, it is you! I can see no one who does not deserve the love, kindness and respect of anyone than you Loki. No wonder you were cast out you vicious pig. Who would want you as a son! Who would want to know you? You are nothing! You are no-one!" Leera spat back. Loki stopped trembling and stared wide-eyed into the raven haired woman's eyes. Sudden, foreign tears filling his eyes, glazing over the awesome emerald green. She was right, he was a monster. Loki turned his face from Leera and curled up into a foetal position. Leera sniffled, the silence now awkward, and she sunk to the floor, sitting next to Loki. It was a matter of moments before crying was heard again, but Leera realized that the tears did not belong to her. She looked over at Loki's form, who was now covering his face, crying into the floor. The image almost seemed funny, if the content of the situation was different. This man, this strong, bold, unfeeling man, was now whimpering like a child having a tantrum on the floor. For reasons beyond Leera, she suddenly found her feelings of hatred subsided and a rush of sympathy flowed through her body. Leera crawled over to the man and placed a hand on his arm. "Loki? I'm sorry, those were cruel words…" Loki did not reply. Leera leaned in and brushed his hair from his face.

Loki cursed his body. How embarrassing! How dare his body betray such weak emotions? Never before had he let mere mortal's words crush his soul; but she seemed different. She triggered emotions from deep down in him that had never been used since he was a boy. Never did he react to the words of Black Widow, Hulk, Fury, Tony Stark or even his brother and father. He was Loki, god of lies and mischief. How disgusted he felt that he was in this position and could not find the will to stop. Not even silent attempts of magic could stop his downfall of tears. A sudden though struck fear in his soul. Had this woman broken him? Broken his hard shell. He prayed that it was not so. That shell protected him from feeling. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness, and weak he was not. Well, wasn't it would seem. Loki would have to face the embarrassment. It made him feel sick to think that if Heimdall or Odin were to somehow see him, right now, like this, he would be a laughing stop, never to be taken seriously again; never to be introduced at Loki, Prince of Asgard and of Lies and deceit, but Loki, Prince of Asgard, broken by a mortal into an emotional wreck.

Leera tucked the hair behind his ear and pulled his arm away, removing his protection form his face. "Loki, please, I'm sorry. Please don't take what I said to heart. I was angry…." Leera lightly pushed Loki's arm, rolling him onto his side, his face now facing her fully. His eyes were closed, and his sobs had stopped, but his cheeks were stained with dried tears. Slowly he opened his eyes, now red and bloodshot, his hand roughly grasping his side, protecting it. Leera leaned forward slightly and moved his hand away. Quickly she pushed up his shirt, ignoring his dried up eyes and gazed upon the bloody bandage that covered his wound. The one she had kicked. She gasped and shot a look to Loki. "I'm so sorry Loki"