Jessica had woken that morning with a sense of pride. It was their 5th week together, meaning his sixth lesson would have been taught today, but this cold December morning was going to be different. Her usual dark garb was replaced by a bright yellow shirt with Pandas that read "If you're happy and you know it, mustache your friend" with light wash, and bell bottom jeans. The left leg had a large hole, from constant wear during an active time, and the right back pocket had a hole in it as well. The corner of her homemade duct tape wallet stuck out of the hole as she bent to retrieve her shoes and slip them on. Next stop was to see if she could wake up her master of magic.

**Line break über allies**

Well that was bad

Walking from the top to the bottom of the stairs was easy, doing it silently, not so much. Turns out, Loki Laufeyson wakes up at dawn... either that or he just doesn't sleep, for she clomped down those stairs to find him in black silk pajamas, and plush green robe, sitting at his desk, flipping through his notes. His half greasy hair shined in the light as it framed his face, accenting his cheekbones.

"We must work on your stealth." He deadpanned, looking up at her and sighing a tad. God, even his annoyed looks look cu-

Down girl. You can't be crushing on your magic professor... can you be? No. Never. He's... Loki.

"Its the stairs. They're creaky" She quietly defended. The godling was not amused.

"Then how do I complete the same act, in less time even, silently?"

"Cause you're a freaking ghost, man. Man PMS sorry!" She announced, flopping onto the futon which was still arranged as his bed. She kicked off her shoes and curled up, having decided to make the class as homely as possible. He got up, a protest dying on his thinly detailed lips as he studied her. Loki had allowed her many freedoms he usually did not with other midguardians (or she thought he wouldn't), and lounging on his bed (or sitting at his desk) hadn't been one... till now. His eyes scraped every detail off her smallish frame, laying in his bed as if it were her own, as if it was her best friend's bed or a family member's bed.

"Man- what?" He questioned, walking over to the spiral staircase and leaning up against the metal frame of it as he continued studying.

"PMS Post (or pre, depends on the time) Menstrual Syndrome. It's that time of the month where the moody hormones stick around and make women have mood swings." The apprentice explained, closing her eyes so she could no longer see the green eyes that burrowed into her body, but sadly, like this she could feel them. Two perfect, emerald green globes burning holes into her with every blink.

"So you suggest that I am moody?"

"No. I suggested that the tone of your comment made you sound irritable." She sat up at this remark, crossing her legs into lotus position.

"Ah," Loki breathed, sounding enlightened to her untrained and blind ear. "Thank you for that... useful bit of information. PMS occurs on men as well?"

"No, the 'man pms' thing is a joke. Women say it when a man is acting irritable to mess with them."

"I understand now, thank you"

The agent thought for an adequate response. "No problem... anyways," She desperately changed the subject. "I am taking over class today."

"No."

"Don't argue with me, Loki. If you wanna live on Earth you gotta do what the Earthers do and I am going to teach you about Junk food." Her voice read and that's final as if she was a mother

"What food?"

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Several explanation attempts and a growling human stomach later, they had gone and retrieved several foodstuffs and were now sitting together at a makeshift table for two in the middle of the room. Upon his desk, the items were laid out, two of each. The smell of hamburgers, and hotdogs wafted from where they sat along with several different flavors of soda and candy.

"I'm starved-"

"No you are not, you are well nourished, are you not?" The concern in his voice only resonating in the ending word.

"It's an expression, Loki. A Hyperbole." The smaller one sighed causing the other one to nod in understanding.

"So, what have you chosen to introduce me to, hm? You have brought the pathetic midguardian equivalent to a feast?"

"No. I brought Burger King. But, it is a feast in my eyes on a long day. On of those days that screams "Must eat burger" ya know?" The human didn't even look the perplexed god in the eyes as she set the first, and main, item in front of him. "It's a whopper, but I wasn't sure how you might have waited it so it's plain with no sauce... and I added bacon. Bacon is not an argument."

Loki raised an eyebrow and scrutinized it, as if waiting for it to come out and bite him. Unlike he usually would, as he reached out to the sandwich offered to him, he hesitated, folding his hands onto his lap to study the offending burger further.

Meanwhile, across the table, Agent Wade, almost greedily, picked up her own sandwich and bit into it heartily, closing her eyes to savor the greasy flavor. Her chewing is painfully slow, allowing the glob to slowly slither down her esophagus when she's finished. "Oh, lord. I haven't had this in weeks."

At this, Loki raised a brow. "Why have you not eaten-" He took a glance at the wrapped whopper, scrutinizing it. "this... in weeks?"

She began to answer with a mouthful of food, but covered her mouth with her wrist, blushing, embarrassed as she swallowed. "Sorry... I've been training and I need to keep my weight down... it helps in my line of work, ya know?" The female asked nervously.

Loki furrowed his brow, obviously scrutinizing her newest words, Jessica shrinking at his look. Finally, he grasped the creation before him, unwrapped it, and bit into it, a rather large, full mouthful. His face contorts in what she can only translate as thought as his thinly detailed lips moved to the rhythm of his jaw. His emerald green eyes narrowed and widened momentarily, brows furrowing and rising accordingly.

"So...?"

He swallows slowly, licking the roof of his mouth twice, thoughtfully. "It was... an interesting taste..."

"So you like it?" She asked the question slowly, slightly nervous of his answer and even more nervous of the fact she was finished with her burger, minutes before he finished chewing.

"Mostly, yes. It has an interesting... twang?-Is that the term?- to the flavoring" He explained slowly, soon after taking another bite to confirm his opinion.

"Need something to wash it down?" Jessica smiles, her nervousness washing away, watching his expression.

"Yes, please. I would appreciate that, thank you." Loki's naturally charming voice rang, smiling politely at her before he took another bite. The smaller brunette walked over to the desk, staring at the three different types of soda staring her in the face.

Coke, sprite, or Fanta first? Hm... Coke. Always coke.

She grabbed the two brown bottles with polar bears wearing sunglasses on a bright red label, bringing them to the table and sitting. The god was startled at the sudden hiss that invaded the silence as she loosened the cap and carefully took it off. "This, my friend, is called Coca-Cola. A sparkling, sweet and sugary drink with LOTS of caffeine and guaranteed to bring a sugar rush to a lightweight soda drinke-" Before she finished the word, the bottle belonging to her was knocked off the table, causing the brownish liquid inside to bubble and fizz within its confines. "-r... damnit... now I have to wait." Jessica picked up the offending bottle and placed it in front of her seat, handing him the open one.

"Is there something wrong about opening the bottle now?" Loki asked as he stood, snatching the bottle from the table in curiosity, only shaking it more than before. He brought the bottle close to his eyes to unsuccessfully dissect its contents in his mind.

Ooooooh he's screwed...

The agent used her years of training to hide the smile that was creeping up on her face. "It's a twist cap... but I suggest you wait till the fizzing stops."

The godling grasped the lid in his right hand, keeping it steady with his left. The slender fingers applying just enough pressure to twist the cap off as he held it at chest level. "What do you find offensive of th-" The explosion of dark sugary, bubbly goodness that followed shocked not only him, but the woman who warned him of the inevitable. Almost the entire bottle had busted onto his face, in his hair, mouth, clothing, only a few droplets actually reaching the floor. He swallowed the contents in his mouth and opened his annoyingly closed eyes. "Ah, I see."

At this point, Jessica can't help it. She covered her mouth with her wrist, her eyes sparkling as she hid her giggles, watching him carefully set the bottle down, closed his eyes, and wiped off the excess soda. "I did warn you." Was all she had to say as the god gave her his best Tell-me-I-told-you-so-again,-watch look, which just fueled the humor for the young agent.

"I believe," he began as he ran a slender hand through his hair, watching her as she calmed her laughter. "That is enough for one evening."

"Awww, just one last thing, please?" She gave him a Not-as-cute-as-it-used-to-be puppy dog face and he sighed, obviously realizing she wasn't going to give up.

"Fine. But, you best make this enjoyable." He stated slowly, a snap of his finger making him dry again, but as she ran across the room, she could see him experimenting with the stickiness on his fingers.

Jessica ran to the end of the wide writing desk that the items had been displayed upon and grabbed a cool brown bar in a dark plastic wrapper.

Oooh I hope this works

"Hershey. Bar." Is all she said as she unwrapped the milk chocolate treat and set it onto the pale outstretched hand laid before her.

He scrutinized the cocoa flavored dessert bar before taking a small corner into his mouth. As he chewed, ever so slowly, delicately, and carefully, she watched his pupils dilate and his eyes try to flutter closed, as the flavor explodes onto his delicate taste buds and almost bring him to a catatonic paralysis.

"So?" She questioned slowly, "What do you think?"

His chewing was brought to a slow halt as the faint gulp is heard and she watches his pronounced Adam's apple bob as the sweet mass travels down his esophagus to his stomach. "I must have more of these, Hershey bars. Where can I find them?"

"Just about any store, supermarkets, drugstores, wherever candy is sold..."

"As I announced before, our session is over... but, I must now venture to retrieve more of these delectable treats. Farvel, savner." He stood, bowing a bit to emphasize his point.

She stood and made her way to the stairs. "Goodbye to you too, Loki..." She was confused of his language but unusually, understanding his words. Jessica Teleported off to her bedroom after that, wondering what he was going to do with more chocolate in his possession.

A/N:

Farvel, savner: Goodbye, Miss in Norwegian.

This chapter felt long and thanks again to my favorite beta (and your too I hope :P) Becky, for helping out again. Because, she's awesome like that.

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