I'VE MISSED ALL OF YOU SO MUCH! I'm sorry for the ling wait, it was a hectic weekend. Once again I'm sorry about the last chapter, it was super short, but I had this idea and didn't know how to lead into it so it was just like BAM. Anyway, welcome my new followers and favoriters (: You guys are awesome and thanks for your support c: There is a little Clint POV, but it's not very long because he's not a main character in the story. Onward to the story! I own nothing except Nymeria and the story.

She runs, and runs, until her vision is blurry and she can't breathe. Once she comes to, she finds herself in a dark alleyway. How far away was she from Stark Tower? How long did she run for? She blacked out after she passed the boys in the living room, and then everything went black. She thought she had passed out, but she didn't

She didn't even want to think about that caller, the woman who told her she was her mother. No, that's not possible. Her parents abandoned her and left her in a dumpster when she was only an infant, why would her mother call her now? And if it wasn't her mother, who the hell would do something so sick?

A sound from within the alley pulled her from her thoughts and looked up. In the distance she saw a silhouette of a person, probably a man, and they were slowly walking towards her. She leans back into the wall and quickly hides herself in the shadows, but her breath is still heavy. When the figure comes closer until she can see him better.

He's tall, very tall, and has silky black hair that brushes his shoulders. His skin is a pale white, like it has never been touched by the sunlight, and his eyes are a deep brown, almost black.

She has to put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. It's a Dark Elf. She can just tell. The man matches the same description as the other two she has met. He slowly passes her and she lets out a breath she's been holding. He quickly turns around and looks directly at her.

Motherfucker.

She checks herself for a weapon, for anything, but she finds out she left everything at Stark Tower. How stupid are you? A light catches her eye, making her look somewhere on the ground. There, underneath the man, lies a knife. It's a small one, but it can still kill, and that's what she was hoping for.

Before she has a chance to think about how she's going to get it, the man quickly runs for her. She ducks and steps aside, her feet light and quiet. The man catches her by the feet and throws her to the ground. She moans as her body makes a dent in the pavement. He stands above her, placing a foot onto her chest.

"Nymeria Faecke." He says, his voice deep and guttural. "Or should I say, Loki Laufyson's lover?" A wide sinister smile creeps across his face.

Anger rises in her chest and she tosses his foot aside, making him lose his balance. Before she moves she sees him quickly change into his true form, with long blue-white hair, full black eyes, longs claw-like fingernails, and bright white skin.

She rolls onto the stomach and stands up. She then swings her leg and kicks him in the side. Before her foot moves from his side, he cuts it with his long nails, ripping the fabric and skin around her ankle. She takes a hop back and falls to one knee.

"You mortals," He says through sharp teeth, "think you can defeat anything. But you can't."

He leans towards her, but she does a somersault and he lands on his hands and knees. She runs for the knife but he grabs her by the forearm, ripping more of her skin in the process. She swiftly turns around, and punches him square in the chest, sending him back a little. He swings his hand out and it catches her face, tearing the skin under her eye all the way to her ear.

Before she has time to react, he swings his hand again, cutting her from her shoulder down to the middle of her ribs.

She doesn't seem to notice the pain as she turns around and reaches for the knife. She finally gets it, but she feels his claws ripping her back.

She turns and throws her knife, sending it directly into his heart.

"Loki told me something." She whispers, looking at the man as he falls to his knees. "Only silver and magic can kill a Dark Elf." She takes a step towards him and stops when he swipes her shin. She quickly kicks him in the face and he falls over. Soon enough his body turns into ashes and she stands there alone.

Her body suddenly recognizes all the cuts and she falls over in pain. Before she blacks out she can see two people running towards her.

(Clint POV)

When they finally find her she lays on the ground, surrounded by a puddle of her own blood. She was probably attacked by one of those Elf things. He runs towards her and rolls her onto her back so Tony and him can examine her.

"Whoever it was," He says, looking to Tony, "they got her pretty bad." Tony just nods as he picks her up off the ground and cradles her against his chest.

She has cuts and bruises all over her, but the major ones are on her face, chest, and leg.

"There's one on the back." Tony says, his hand covered in her blood.

Clint reaches under the girl's body and feels the large wound. "We need to get her back." Clint says, and Tony nods again and they head back for the tower.

When they get there, everybody is back and waiting for their return. Loki is the first to speak.

"What happened?" He asks, his voice filled with anger, but he keeps a flat face.

"She was attacked by one of those creatures we assume. But when we found her she was all alone." Clint says, handing the girl to Bruce.

Loki stands frozen as Bruce takes her away and into his lab, where he can hopefully heal her.

"Let me heal her." Loki says, his voice and face flat. Everyone can tell he's extremely upset, but he hides it.

"No Loki." Thor says, placing a hand onto his brother's shoulder. "You need to save your magic. She can heal herself, you know she can."

Loki brushes off his hand and storms into the direction of his room. Thor only sighs.

"Anyone for a drink?" Tony says, trying to cheer the room, and everyone agrees they need a drink.

(Nymeria POV)

Her whole body aches and stings. The light in the room blinds her and keeps her from opening her eyes. She moans and puts a hand over her face, blocking the light.

"Hold on." A familiar voice whispers. She hears a faint click and opens her eyes. The room is darker, the only light coming from somewhere in the room.

"Bruce?" She calls out quietly.

He appears above her with a faint smile. "Morning." He whispers. He hands her some type of pills and she takes them without question.

"How long was I out?" She asks, remembering her fight with the Dark Elf.

"It's been six days." He says, his eyes falling to the ground.

She sits up in shock. "Six?"

He nods his head with a frown. "You should have seen Loki."

Her head shoots up and her eyes widen. "What has he been doing?"

"Sulking." He says taking the seat next to the bed she lies on. "He comes here every few hours to check up on you. He actually came about an hour ago." He looks at his watch and then leans his head back, closing his eyes.

"Wow." She says, lying back down. "I'm sorry if I caused any trouble."

"You didn't." He says, his eyes still closed. "The Dark Elves only tried to attack once, but everyone kept them away from you."

A knot forms in her stomach. "I feel like I should apologize to them, and thank them too." She swings her legs over to the side, but a pain stops her from standing up.

Bruce quickly leans forward and stops her from moving. "Don't, you have some traces of poison in you." He says making her lay back down. "Loki informed us that the Elves fingernails contain poison, but not a deathly one."

She nods and lies back down. A sudden question pops into her mind. "Can you track calls?"

He looks at her confused. "Yes, why?"

She takes in a deep breath and looks at him. "I received a call from someone and they said they were my parents. That's the reason I kind of took off."

"I can try." He says, not asking about the situation.

"Thank you." She whispers, letting the pills he gave her pull her back into her sleep.

(Loki POV)

Loki stands above Nymeria as she lies on the small table in the lab. It's been six days since they attacked her, and every night he came in here to watch her, to be there when she woke up to tell her she's going to be okay. But of course when she finally woke up, he was away.

She sleeps now, her chest slowly rising and falling. He slowly brushes knuckles along her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin under his. He stops when he reaches the cuts, the scars that have formed on her face. They're cuts from the Dökkálfa claws, and she has them all over her body. One on her chest, her back, face, and everywhere the Dökkálfa touched her. He slowly traced the scar on her face. It reached from the bottom of her eye all the way to her ear.

He wasn't aloud to use his magic to heal her. Thor had forbidden it saying Loki needed to store his magic for something worse. Whatever worse was, he didn't want to know.

Anger rises inside of him. He hated the Dökkálfa more than he hated the fact that he was a monster. They hurt her again, and he wasn't there to protect her, he was never there to protect her. He would die for her, but he never had the chance because he was never there.

The thought stops him. Would he die for her? Would he give up his life for a mortal, or for anyone in that case? Would she do the same? The questions ran though his mind over and over until one stopped him again. Did he love her? He has never loved anyone, not in the way he might love her. She was a mortal, a Midgardian after all. He tried to take over their race, there home, yet he might of fallen in love with one. Could she be the death of him? Or, could he be the death of her?

Nymeria moans quietly as she shifts on the table making Loki looks back down at her. Her eyelids slowly open, and then her eyes meet his.

"Loki…" She whispers, still hung up on whatever drug Banner gave her for the pain. She reaches a hand up and cups his cheek. Her hand is hot and soft against his skin, sending another shiver down his spine. "How long have you been here?"

"Not long my dear." He whispers in a soft voice. It was a lie though; he has been there for a couple of hours waiting for her to awaken. He would not miss is this time.

"Don't lie to me Loki." She whispers, her words a little slurred.

He's taken aback. Did she really know he was lying? "I'm not lying." He whispers back.

She stays quiet, but her hand still rests on his cheek, her thumb slowly caresses his cheek

"Loki…" She whispers softly, the drugs pulling her back into sleep. He raises an eyebrow and waits for the rest. "I… I lo—." The drugs pull her back into the sleep and her hands drops from his face.

He just stands there, in shock. "Nymeria?" He says, shaking her a little, but she doesn't wake.

Her words run in his mind. She may not of finished it, but Loki knew what she was going to say, and he knew his response.

Slowly, but surely, Loki was slowly falling in love with Nymeria.

So did you like it? It took like three-ish days to write this. I was so busy this weekend and I didn't have a lot of time to write. IMPORTANT: I will start posting chapters ONLY on TUESDAYS, THURSDAYS, and SUNDAYS. This way I have a little more time to write, correct, and to deal with my life :D I sometimes wish I didn't have a life and could just write for all my lovely followers! Anyway, please review and tell me what you think! I'm trying to make the story not so sappy, but a little but romantic as Loki discovers his feelings for Nymeria (: So please tell me if I did a good job or not. I LOVE YOU ALL MY LITTLE DOVES. Yes, my followers are now called Doves, so if you follow this story, you're a Dove. (: KAY BYE c;