Writers block has hit me with this chapter so I'm really sorry for its shortness and its possible crapness :L BUT I'm so happy you all liked the last chapter, honestly I didn't think it would get so much positive feedback!

Outlaw-Lanaya; It's not quite pushing her mother out a window but I think you'll enjoy Loki's little one on one encounter with her ;)
immortalrmy; I'm so happy that you like the way I've written him :)
StepiLady; I know, guys should take some notes from Loki xD And I'm glad you liked the line.
makoblue93; Well the smirk is adorable! I tell it like it is :D
KDHanson; I'm glad you like Izzy :3
EMSmith; CLIFFHANGERS! :D I've been taking lessions in evil from our dearest God of Mischeif ;) Thank you, I wont let those few comments get me down . . . Its kinda hard to when I get such wonderful reviews from people like you! And yes, I like adding in fan girl moments x)
Black Rose Kalli; I understand what you mean, I think I may have gotten carried away from all of the reviews . . . heh *Guilty laugh* I've tried to tone it down a bit in this chapter but I don't want to change it drastically in one chapter and have it confuse people (Did that make sense? xD)
Annnnd to everyone who was demanding an update; HERE YOU GO! :D *Dramatic hand gestuers*

Once again you guys are awesome and I love you for it! If I could I would send Loki to your homes with gifts . . . Pretend I did that! ;)
Now, Loki says go forth and read!

Chapter 7;

When Izzy and Loki stepped inside she wondered how on earth it was an apartment, in her opinion it looked more like a dump with the boxes of food, unwashed dished and dirty clothes laying around everywhere, she tried to cover up her laugh with a cough when she saw Loki's face; it was the perfect picture of disgust and terror. His eyes roved over everything and lingered distastefully on the couch where Mr McSleaze Bag was . . . sleeping? Well whatever he was doing it sounded like a grizzly bear in pain, she glanced at Loki again to see if he'd done some magic on the slob but the god looked just as confused as she was.

"So why do you need my help?" Her mother asked defensively.

"My friend here needs a place to stay that's inconspicuous."

Her mother's eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

"I don't see why that brought you to me."

Izzy rolled her eyes, if I told you that you could sleep with him you'd let us stay without a second thought. And sadly it was probably true.

"This place is the most inconspicuous place I know of," Izzy elaborated "I'm in charge of protecting him and no one knows that you exist let alone knows where you live."

"So a place to stay? That's all you need?"

"It is all that we need" Loki confirmed.

Once again Tara eyed him, admiring the God of Mischief. Damnit Loki! Be – Be ugly or something! Izzy's eyes flashed and she reached for Loki's hand, her mother was NOT getting her hands on him while Izzy was around. She turned her focus back to Loki and smiled a little too warmly at him and held out her hand.

"I'm Tara."

Loki observed her outstretched hand and for a moment Izzy could picture him conjuring up a bottle of Dettol hand sanitiser and spraying it all over her hand before he touched it, either that or he would wrap his hand with a cloth and then shake it. So when Loki just grabbed her hand Izzy was more than a little disappointed. The two then began to make idle conversation about silly little things like her new boyfriend Jo, aka Mr McSleaze Bag; she knew Loki was doing out of politeness and to keep Izzy out of the spotlight but she was fuming at her mum.

"I know where my old room is," Izzy interrupted and stalked off down the hallway.

She could hear the stunned silence behind her and smiled. Her hand was resting on the doorhandle to open it when a hand touched her shoulder and suddenly they were in the room. Izzy teetered slightly as dizzy spells attacked her once again.

"Loki," She moaned "Warn me next time you want to suddenly teleport a meter in front of you."

"Why?" he asked in a bemused way.

"So I can run away!"

She clutched her head in her hands while her legs wobbled dangerously.

"Hmmm? I think I'd still catch you even if you did that"

Once again she made a face at him. He laughed and took hold of her elbow to guide her towards her old, single sized bed . . .
Loki eyed it and an odd look drifted across his face.

"I'll sleep on the floor," Izzy offered and stared at the bed.

"I don't really think that's necessary," he murmured.

Izzy's eyebrows shot up in astonishment and she slowly turned towards the god; from the sounds of it she was going to find out WHY he was the God of Mischief and somehow that made her feel giddy.

"What are you . . . insinuating Loki?"

"Well, you are quite petite so you can't take up THAT much room."

She was ashamed to admit that she was slightly, well maybe more than slightly, disappointed by his answer.

"You'll be surprised about that . . ."

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

"I'm quite the bed hog," She warned him with an evil grin.

"I'll shrink you."

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"You can DO that?" she asked excitedly.

Loki grinned and nodded.

"Oh my goodness, that's awesome!"

"Quite."

"Anyway, you distracted me," she scolded and earned a cheeky smirk from him "Back to the bed problem."

"Like I said, it won't be a problem."

"You and I are NOT sharing that bed, Laufeyson!" she said with finality. Although she didn't really agree with what she said.

"Why not?"

"It's too small." Was her ingenious response . . .

Loki rolled his eyes and turned her chin towards the bed.

"Watch," he purred in her ear.

She trembled and he waved his hand towards the bed. There was a shimmering flash of green and gold light and then Izzy's once single bed was now fit for two. She blinked, not believing her own eyes, and heard Loki chuckle.

"You mortals are impressed by the simplest things."

"That's not simple," she mumbled under her breath.

"See, the problem is solved," He said triumphantly.

"Yeahh," Suddenly she felt self-conscious and got the overwhelming need to have a shower "I – Uh – I'm going to have a shower"

She scrambled around her room, digging through the draws and cupboards, looking for any clothes that might somehow fit her. She cursed under her breath and glanced at over at Loki who was sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her with a highly amused expression. Her shoulders slumped and she glanced sheepishly at him.

"Do you think you could . . . Y'know, magic up some clothes for me?"

An evil grin crept over the gods face.

"What do I get in return?"

Izzy crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Loki, trying her best to intimidate him, but she only succeeded in making him laugh.

"I'll refrain from freezing you in your sleep," she promised.

"As tempting as that sounds it wouldn't affect me if you tried."

Izzy shot him a confused look.

"Of course it would affect you, you would freeze."

His eyes glittered knowingly and he smirked. The whole look screamed 'I know something that you don't and if you want to know it'll cost you.'
Completely forgetting about her need for a shower she made her way over to him and sat down, a curiously eager expression plastered over her face.

"I'm a Frost Giant," he told her and looked away as if he expected her to leap away in panic.

"Soo you're immune to stuff like my ice attacks?"

He turned and looked at her, his eyes widening slightly with disbelief. She grinned at him and pushed his shoulder playfully.

"Loki, you being a Frost Giant doesn't scare me."

"You don't know what a Frost Giant is," he said flatly.

"Well, that's not entirely true; I have a pretty good idea what it would be!"

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and sighed, gently he brushed away a few stray hairs from her face.

"You are so naïve Izzy."

"Good. If I wasn't I wouldn't believe in things like you so easily, if I wasn't I would've given up on my life years ago."

Loki regarded her with what Izzy could only describe as appreciation. He was still watching her with a faint smile when he wriggled his fingers; making a pair of jeans, a white hoddie, a black and grey stripped top and one pair of purple Vans appear on the bed in front of her. She looked blankly at them for a few moments before she finally realised they were HER clothes, the ones that should be sitting on top of her drawers back at Stark Towers. She grinned at him, grabbed the clothes and hurried out of the room towards the shower.

Once Izzy had left the room Loki stood stiffly and roamed around the room, his hand hovered over everything from books, to scrap pieces of paper, ready to swipe at anything that caught his eye. He stopped at a small desk in the corner of the room and picked up a small stuffed animal with a little note attached to its neck with a piece of string.

Mr Cuddles; My best friend in the whooole world!
He's going to look after you for me while you're gone.
From Matty :)

"I see you found that silly stuffed toy."

Loki twisted around to see Tara's small frame standing in the doorway, a bundle of sheets clutched in her hands, a slightly confused look drifted across her face when she noticed the now resized be. Annoyance surged through him.

"I don't see how it's silly."

"It's a toy and she's nearly a grown woman. For her to want it is stupid," Tara sighed and placed the sheets down before she sat on the bed.

Loki gently placed the toy down and glared at the wall.

"Maybe she wants to hold onto her only nice childhood memory," He hissed poisonously.

Tara's tinkling laugh filled the room and Loki stiffened, his green eyes flashed a deep blood red as his anger started to boil inside of him. Kill, kill her!
He waved his hand and suddenly the lights flicked off. A feral smile crawled over his lips when he felt his armour replace the mortal clothes he wore, his golden horned helmet materialised on his head and his staff appeared in his outstretched hand. He teleported next to the woman and grabbed her by the throat and squeezed.

"I wouldn't scream if I were you," He warned.

She whimpered and her eyes widen in fear. Oh the delicious fear, it had been so long since he'd been the cause of it!

"You've given dear Izzy so much trouble," he mumbled and admired the way light shimmered across the staff's blade-like tip. Kill her!

"You pretty much ruined her life," He tilted his head and skewered the trembling woman with a scowl "I don't like it when the people I care about get hurt."

He smiled and thrust the tip of the staff into her gut. A gagging noise escaped from her lips and all the colour left in her face drained away, her hands reached down and clutched the staff as she let out a ragged breath, the pain in her eyes was appealing to him.
He listened intently for the sound of running water . . . he still had time.

"What do you want with me?" Tara moaned.

"I want you to suffer like Izzy did!" Loki snarled "You see I would kill you right now if I could Miss Wilson. But your fate isn't in my hands; it's in your daughters."

He tensed and ripped the staff out of her body. Tara's eyes bulged in pain and he laughed darkly before he waved his hand once more, stopping the blood and making the wound knit itself back together. He leaned in close and hissed in her ear.

"You get to live for another night. But I swear if you do anything to hurt her again I will see to it that you die in the most painfully slow way possible."

The sound of running water stopped; Loki had run out of time.

"Now get out! And do not speak of this to anyone."

It hadn't been the best shower of her life but it had left her clean so she couldn't really complain. And with the use of her powers what had been a freezing jet of water was changed to a warm, steamy spray. She left her hair damp; mostly because she couldn't be bother wasting any more energy on using her powers, and opened the bathroom door only to run smack-bang into her mother who didn't even stop to look at her. And instead of being the caring daughter who asked what was wrong she merely greeted her with a bored;

"You ran outta hot water."

Slowly her tired brain processed everything she'd just seen . . . That's odd, even for her. Wait a sec; she came from my room . . . Shit!
Izzy sped down the hall and crashed into her room, expecting it be on fire or something from the way her mother had looked, only to find Loki lounging around on a freshly made bed. Her eyes scanned the room and came to rest on a slightly out of place Mr Cuddles, oh please no! Please tell me Loki didn't see it!

"Whatcha been up to?" she asked as casually as possible.

"I saw it."

Izzy grimaced and felt her cheeks burn.

"May I ask who this Matty is?"

She sighed and looked at him. He cocked his head and watched her intently in response but she caught the slightest glimmer of distrust glint in those cunning eyes.

"He was a kid I met on the streets when I lived here, before I found out what I was. I was chasing a stray cat down the alleys when I ran into him."

He was still watching her but his face looked as if it had been whipped clean of any and all emotions. That's not good.

"He was trying to be like his brother who was, well a pretty bad influence," she said carefully "I mean, you know what little brothers are like! Always trying to be like the older one . . ."

She trailed off at the annoyed look that passed over his expression and gaped in horror when she realised what she said.

"But – uh – not that you were anything like that with Thor! I mean who would want to try and be like him?" she desperately tried to amend "That's just us silly mortals, always being stupid by looking up to our siblings."

She winced at his unimpressed expression.

"Anyway, um, he tried to I guess intimidate me but it didn't work, I teased him whenever we saw each other, he didn't want me to leave . . . Long story short we became friends and yeah." She finished quickly.

Even when she was done telling her story his eyes never moved from her face. A chill fingered its way up her spine and she turned towards her desk, picking up Mr Cuddles and placed him carefully back in his place. All the while she could feel Loki's eyes boring into the spot between her shoulder blades.
She decided to ignore him and stroll over to the bed and crawled over to the side that wasn't taken up by Loki's outstretched body. She sat down and crossed her legs, watching the bed bounce from the sudden weight.

"So, what else can you do?" she asked, steering the subject away from her.

Loki gave her a funny look at the sudden subject change and she grinned.

"Powers, Loki. I'm asking about your powers."

"Ah. Well the ones you have seen are what you would class as 'powers'."

"What about the things I haven't seen?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Well there's my wit, charm, brains and my silver tongue," he said with his trademark smirk.

"Sliver tongue," she murmured to herself, tasting the words and letting them roll off of her own tongue "I like that, looks like you have a new nickname."

"Izzy, I need you to do something for me."

She turned her gaze back to him "Okay, shoot."

He raised his arms and locked his hands behind his head as if her were completely at home.

"I need your help to break into StarkTowers."