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Chapter 10

The room was dark and cold. The bench he'd been sitting on for the last few days wasn't any different, but it's not like he cared. It gave him time to think and ponder everything that had been happening the last few weeks. Thor was a complete idiot for joining this kind of team, for being sort of mortal. It was as though Thor didn't realize that they were Gods, Kings that could rule over these people if they wanted. He only shook his head at the thought of falling in love with a mortal like his brother. These mindless women weren't worth his time, use them and discard them as though they were nothing, because they were. These girls were a dime a dozen. None were beautiful enough or smart enough to be his queen.

But this girl, this Delia who'd seemed so annoyed and angry with him, it was good fun to tease her and pick at her weaknesses. It wasn't very difficult to do so either. She was fun to mess with and she allowed him to get under her skin.

It was a Wednesday when the doors to the wide, metal room opened. Her long, curly brown hair was the first thing he noticed. It looked as though she hadn't even tried to maintain it. The wild mess of hair sort of complimented her features though, and he couldn't help but stare for a few moments before catching himself.

"Darling…" He smiled widely, moving over to her, though he didn't get far with the glass in between him and her.

Delia didn't say anything as he stood up. She merely ignored his nickname for her and sat down on the floor in front of the glass. Loki gazed down at her, confusion on his face. He cleared his throat for a moment and sat down with her.

"They've sent me to talk to you." She uttered as she folding her legs.

Nodding slowly, Loki closed his eyes. "I believed that it would happen eventually. They've learned from their mistakes in sending my brother the previous time."

She stared at him for a moment as he mentioned his brother, rolling his eyes as he did so. There was slight annoyance behind his words and it confused her. Thor obviously cared for Loki from the way he talked about him.

"What of your family, Loki?" It was the first time she spoke his real name. It felt… comfortable, for some reason.

She spotted a small smile when he heard his name. "My family… is not of importance. They are better off without me. Besides, they have only held me back from realizing my true potential in this life."

"And what is that?" Delia leaned forward.

"To free people from what I have felt my entire life; burden."

He didn't understand why he was telling her all of this, but… it was so simple to speak to her, so easy.

"Burden… I know what that feels like." Staring at the floor, she mindlessly drew circles on the floor next to her. "My brother… has always taken care of me. I've always held him back from doing what he's wanted. He could have been anything, but he decided to be a damn teacher." She rolled her eyes.

"That is not your fault." Loki exclaimed. "It is his decision."

Shrugging, Delia laughed a bit. They were being civil to each other. After everything that Loki had done to her, she was actually managing to have a real conversation with him. It was a curious thing, but she decided not to question it. This was her first mission, and for some reason, she didn't want to let the team down. Her team.

"I'm going to tell you why I've really come here." Loki blinked, listening to the girl speak to him in such a manner, so forcefully. Delia leaned forward and shook her head. "They want you to join us."

"Join...?" Loki narrowed his eyes, confused.

Delia smirked. "The Avengers, idiot."

"I do not believe I am-"

"Whatever." She waved her hand.

His gaze settled on her for a moment. This mortal woman was telling him simply what she wanted. Usually, these women just meandered around what they really desired, instead of being upfront. He admired her a bit for being different, though he would never say this aloud.

"I am not who they're looking for." He spoke simply.

"What do you-"

"They would not desire to have me on the team. They only desire my knowledge."

Delia shook her head. "What's so bad about that? What's so wrong with being good?"

Once the words left her mouth, she realized that she had just contradicted herself. Delia knew exactly why it was so difficult to be good. It was as though Loki had read her mind with what he said next:

"Because being bad is so much simpler."

She had no response for that. Pressing her lips together, Delia stood up. His eyes followed her, confused and a bit disappointed.

"Wait." She stopped, but didn't turn around as he continued. "What if I consider this proposition?"

He didn't see the small smirk that had crept up onto her lips. "If you consider... then I'll stop calling you an idiot."

He merely laughed and shook his head. "That is all?"

"I didn't say that the reward was anything brilliant."

She continued to walk towards the door before Loki stood up. "Wait."

"What now?" She turned around, a bit annoyed.

"Will you return?" He bowed his head a bit, his gaze resting on her. The question was simple, but so complex.

She stared back at him, her mouth gaped open a bit. "Possibly. We'll see how I'm feelin' tomorrow."

With that, Delia left, a sense of accomplishment and a smile on her face.