Tony watched the footage of Amara training again, his brow furrowing as the video played. He didn't like the God that had thrown him out of a window being in his house. Hell, two years earlier he had never believed in any God, yet now there were two sitting in his house.

He let out a soft sigh and rested his head in his hands. He wished he could help Amara, but all he could do was sit back and watch as a man they couldn't trust was left in a room alone with the young woman. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone approaching, and jumped when he felt hands on his shoulders.

"Tony, what's wrong?" Pepper said softly, causing Tony to relax as he turned his chair and looked up at the woman he loved.

"I'm worried Pep. Loki is dangerous, but we left Amara alone with him. What if he does something to her?" Tony whispered. Pepper pressed a gentle kiss to her boyfriend's forehead and gave him a gentle smile.

"You care about her don't you? Is Tony Stark finally admitting he has a heart?" Pepper said with a small smirk. She ran her hands through his hair and stroked his cheek gently, wishing she could help.

"From what you told me over the phone she is a strong girl. She will be fine. Anyway, I think it's time I met her." Pepper said with a thoughtful look appearing on her face. Tony grumbled and stood slowly, pulling the woman in front of him into his arms. He nuzzled her neck gently and smiled.

"Before you do, I think I need some help with something" he purred quietly, causing a light blush to cover Peppers face. She rolled her eyes but smiled and kissed him gently as Tony pulled her towards their room.

As Amara looked out of the window in her room, she began to think back to her training with Loki. As much as it confused her, Loki turned out to be a brilliant teacher, one whom understood the needs of his student, and taught in a way they would understand. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes. She had managed to control her powers slightly, but it wasn't enough for the raven haired God. He wanted her to meditate before she went to bed.

She moved over to her bed and sat down, her legs crossed and closed her eyes, trying to force herself to relax. The god had told her that meditating every night was key to keeping her powers calm and from flaring out when she was emotional.

"You aren't relaxing" A voice purred from the other side of the room, causing Amara to open her eyes and jump up from her bed, a pillow in her hands. A laugh caught her off guard and she looked over to see Loki lounged back in the chair.

"Loki. What are you doing in here?" Amara asked, the annoyance clear in her voice as she lowered the pillow. Loki smirked and eyes the pillow carefully before looking back up at the young woman.

"I told you to relax, and you seemed to be struggling. I thought I could help" He said as he shrugged. Amara let out a growl before sitting on the bed, still glaring at the God. The pair stared at one another before Loki stood and moved towards the bed, sitting beside Amara. His gaze was still focused on her, although the smirk had not faded.

"What were you intending to do if i were here to hurt you? Beat me to death with a pillow?" Loki asked, his voice filled with sarcasm, but the smile that appeared on his face took the edge off. Amara shrugged and looked at the pillow in her hands.

"I just grabbed what was closest to me. I could beat you to death with it. That would, however, take a long time. And I'm not the type of person who would do that I don't like killing. "Amara said slowly, as if she were thinking.

The smile faded away and Loki gave the woman a scolding glare.

"Then you must learn to forget about your hatred for killing, as the enemy will not hesitate in killing you. They will use any advantage that they can get, and that includes a softness of your heart" The raven haired god growled. Amara flinched back slightly from the God, however before she could move, Loki grasped her arm with a vice like grip.

"Allowing yourself to relax around me was also a mistake. I am known as the God of Mischief and Lies, as well as the person whom tried to take over your world barely two years ago. I could kill you now, and your team mates would never know you were dead until tomorrow morning" Loki hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Amara took in a deep breath, wishing she could back away from the god. She began to realise just what situation she had put herself in, by allowing the rogue God to sit in her room as she relaxed. She gently pulled her wrist back, out of Lokis grip and rubbed it gently. There were already white, long marks branded on her skin from the Gods hand.

"I may have let you in and relaxed around you, but it doesn't mean I was never being careful. Part of me knew that you were dangerous. But even if I were to stay alert around you, I would never be able to defeat you anyway, considering you are Asgardian, and I'm simply human" Amara said softly, her gaze travelling up to meet Lokis intense emerald glare. The man in front of her tensed at her words, and his gaze turned cold and vicious.

"Do not, call me an Asgardian. I am not one of those. I am not an Odinson, and I am not an Asgardian. I never was." Loki growled. His anger began to spike, but he knew the dangers of taking it out on the girl in front of him. He would need her help at a later date. He vanished from the room, teleporting into his own room and let out a low growl.

A rogue blast of magic shattered the long mirror in the corner of Lokis room as he appeared. He shook his head, trying to clear his anger. After the red haze of anger had faded, he looked over to the shattered mirror and waved his hand, repairing it. He lay back onto his bed as he thought, his eyes closed.

"I need to be more careful. If I wish for her help I cannot act cruel, nor can I act like I normally would." he muttered quietly. He knew that Amara was his ticket out of imprisonment, but he would rather have her on his side than have to force her to join him. Loki let his thoughts wander, his mind relaxing as he drifted off into a deep sleep.