Author's Note: Thank you, all of you, for the wonderful reviews! Oh yeah, she finally told him! And about having guts, I'm not brave at all, actually. I just have rather unusual ideas that are unacceptable to some people, but anyway, thanks for the compliment! Enjoy the chapter! (For the love of Loki, I would not dare to slow down! ^.^) Please review more!

P.S. I found a Loki pillow in a Chinese online shop! Can you believe it? Oh my gods I'm so happy! Like super+ happy! I'll tell you how the touch of Loki feels on my skin when I got that Christmas gift! (My mom bought it for me online, and I screamed 'I LOVE YOU, MUMMY' five times or so in ten minutes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or Thor. If I did, all the Avengers would have been tortured to death by a thousand Crucios and Sectumsempras. The Hulk would have been left to burn in Tartarus to pay for his unforgiveable crime of hurting Loki. Thor would have been forced to endure ridicule of the people on the streets by eating slugs in public. And above all, Loki would have ruled the Nine Realms with a powerful lover and had a happily ever after!

I am Loki of Asgard,

and I am burdened with

glorious purpose...and a frozen heart.

I am Sapphira of Hades,

and I am burdened with

glorious purpose...and a frozen heart.

Frozen Hearts

Sapphira turned around sharply. She hissed in annoyance as she saw that the speaker was the worst possible: Thor. She rapidly jumped away from an equally startled Loki and teleported herself out of the cell, but the harm was done. In the intensity of their kiss, Sapphira had lost part concentration to maintain the freezing enchantment she had used, and Thor, being a god after all, broke free. And even more unfortunate, she did not have enough time to place the appearance illusion on. Oh dear...

'Who are you? I know I shouldn't have trusted you, you fooled us all! You're with Loki, I knew it! And I bet that your real name isn't Isolde Styx, am I right?' Before she can reply, Thor had already summoned his hammer and sent it flying through the air toward her, and the force and speed of it sent Sapphira crushing into a wall nearby. The hammer was so bloody strong, she thought through the pain, if she was a mortal her stomach would have been turned the inside out. Even with all her powers, Sapphira cannot seem to lift the hammer physically or magically away from her body. She wriggled her body to get free, but the accursed hammer was preventing her from getting away. In her exhausting attempts, her spell had broken, and everyone began to unfreeze. And dear gods, it was as awful as Sapphira imagined. Fury started demanding her identity, and when they discovered that Isolde was a fake cover, the Avengers were shocked and angry.

'I told you that she cannot be trusted.' Black Widow said smugly, putting specially-made cuffs on Sapphira.

'Who are you really? Don't force us to use the hard way.' Fury warned, glaring at her with loathing. Rodgers and Stark were both looking at her with confusion and hurt. Ouch.

'What, or you are going to rape me?' She laughed and her head pounded, 'You can't possibly wish to scare me. No one can.'

'Put her inside the cell!' Fury commanded.

'No, I don't think so.' Thor protested, 'She and Loki are together, I saw them snogging feverishly just then! You can't possibly - '

'I know what I'm doing, Asgardian. And unless you have a better place to keep that girl version of our trickster here, she is going to stay put in that cell! No ideas? Well then, here you go.' The director said fiercely and Sapphira was shoved into the cell she had just gone out, facing a very amused-looking Loki.

'What's your problem?' She snapped. Her first failure at deception at left even the unfeeling Ice Queen in a very bad mood, especially since she dearly regretted kissing the troublesome Norse God of Mischief and Lies who (unfortunately) happened to be her ally and soul mate.

'Oh, nothing you would desire to know.' Loki replied with a casual shrug, but his eyes were saying 'you know what I wish to discuss, but we obviously cannot do so here.' Sapphira mentally sighed. Of course, the kiss just now had drove her near insensible, and she even admitted to him that they were soul mates! No doubt now he wanted to learn everything else she was hiding. Sometimes it disturbed her that she can read him so well - or maybe he can read her just as easily?

'It just strikes me as amusing,' he continued, totally ignoring the closely observing Avengers outside, 'that one who prides herself so much in the art of deception should get uncovered within so little of time - what, one hour? That must have been a record for you.'

'Do you have a slapping wish again, Loki?' Sapphira's voice was chillingly sweet, 'You are unbearably childish and annoying today, even for you. No offense intended.'

The corner of Loki's mouth twisted strangely. 'And you, my dear, are unbearably icy and sarcastic today, even for you. Oh no wait, what did Thor say just now? Yes, you were feverish, how slow and foolish of me. Do forgive me if offend you, but you know I would never do that deliberately, do you not?'

Not so rarely lately, her patience snapped. 'If I recall, you were the one that couldn't keep his lips off me!'

'If I recall,' answered Loki mockingly, 'you positively smashed your lips into mine, only one step from begging me not to stop.'

Sapphira can hear faint coughs and whistles from the outside. From which two it came from, she could not have been more certain. The Mischief God was trying to provoke her, she knew, and she would love to see how he would manage to do that to her frozen heart. But as the message of the game was clear as day, Sapphira decided to play it along.

'That is certainly not something you should suggest to a lady, my lord. Is that what Norse gods normally do? Or is it just you?' She shot back, pretending not to notice that most of the Avengers had retreated and watched them from the video camera. Sapphira suddenly found the loophole in her words and before Loki can point it out for her she added, 'And don't you say that what I did was unladylike. I would be a lady only when I'm with a gentleman.'

Loki pursed his lips. No answer came out.

'Why, did I finally get the God of Mischief speechless?' It was her turn to tease and also her turn to turn speechless.

'Not quite, no.' He turned to her, smirking that mischievous little smirk of his that she would never admit that she actually found it attractive, 'I think that you suggested that I am not a gentleman. In that case, I really don't need to be so...civil toward you anymore.' Loki purred, getting dangerously close to her. His hand was already out.

'Don't touch me.' Sapphira warned.

'What, scared that you will lose control again?' Loki prompted.

'In your dreams, Norse!' She rolled her eyes.

'Mmh, perhaps, Greek!' He kicked the ball right back at her.

'My goodness, for two big badass, you resemble spoiled children more!' Romanov's voice rang from outside the cell, and both of them turned to throw her distasteful glances as one. Meddling bitch.

'What, don't stop! Did my appearance unsettle you?' She went closer until she was standing right beside the cell wall.

'No, it's more like your existence,' Sapphira began to sneer a snarky comment the same moment as Loki said calmly, 'Not many people can try and sneak up on me.' (A/N: Sorry, mom not allow me to watch movies. I can't remember their conversation in details. Will create my own lines. Hope you understand and like.)

'I did not try to sneak up on you. I did startle you two.' Black Widow continued, and Sapphira wanted to flay her alive right there. Honestly, just how disgusting can a muggle mortal be?

'State your business and be gone.' She told the redhead icily.

'Why, Director Fury is most curious about you.' Romanov said carefully, her gaze locked with Sapphira's chilling blue eyes fearlessly. 'For starters, we would like to know your name. Your real name.'

'Oh, only my name? Well, it's... Cagna Ti Odio.' She lied effortlessly, chuckling internally. The name meant 'bitch I hate you' in Italian. She wanted to see exactly how stupid those muggles were.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her, obviously confused.

'Cagna Ti Odio?' Romanov repeated incredulously, 'That's quite the weird name. You from Italy or something? But Loki called you Greek!'

'Well it's not that weird. Cagna ti odio. Get it now?' Sapphira asked sarcastically as she watched the Avenger's face turn from white to red.

'You are a she-demon.' Romanov spat as both the prisoners laughed.

'Why, thanks for the compliment.' Sapphira replied, smirking.

'I'm not in the mood for games. Now, are you from Greek Mythology or something?'

'Oh my, you are quick! Hopelessly quick, actually.' She chuckled, 'I'm afraid, however, that you won't find me in any of the books.'

'What do you mean? And what is your relation to Morpheus?'

'Excuse me?' She questioned, slightly uneasy.

'So I'm right. How else can you explain the poppy in your hair?' Romanov smirked, but Sapphira's mask didn't quiver the slightest bit.

'You two just continue ignore me, go on.' Loki muttered sulkily.

'Excellent.' Black Widow drawled, turning to the Norse God, 'But now I'm going to chat with you.'

What they talked about, how Loki threatened the muggle, Sapphira didn't know, for the next moment she was being dragged most urgently into the Land of Dreams by her father. He had no illusion on, unlike he usually did.

'Father, what - ?' She began.

'No, no time for this now, listen to me, my daughter.' Morpheus sighed heavily and looked her in the eye anxiously, 'You are safe no longer. Zeus somehow discovered your existence, through Athena.'

The weight of the news got Sapphira out of breath. 'But... How is that possible? We took every precaution! How did Athena - '

'What did I tell you about transforming yourself into an owl?' he sighed again as he saw her starting to realise, 'Owls are Athena's, you know that all too well, so why didn't you listen? Why? By foolishly turning into an owl, you have allowed her access to you!' Her father all but shouted, 'By making that mistake, you have put yourself, and everybody else in the Dark Alliance into a most perilous state!'

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sapphira wanted to sob out, but those words, like her heart, got frozen halfway. So instead, she asked as calmly as she could, 'Did Zeus bring you any trouble yet?'

'Not yet, but he's coming to get me as we speak.' Morpheus swallowed, 'My time is short. But that doesn't matter, the important thing is that you must be safe. Here, a gift from Hades, take it, quick!'

Reluctantly, Sapphira took the god's famous helmet. 'Hades' helmet? Are you sure? That's his treasure!'

'Positive. It makes the wearer invisible, yes, put it on and never take it off. Hecate had casted spells on it so that only you can see or touch it. I hope this can buy you some time before Zeus uses Helios to find you eventually. I know you're not ready yet.' her father smiled thinly, 'I have always been proud of you, Sapphira. You remind me so much of your mother Morgana sometimes... I know you will win. Be care - '

Before Morpheus can fully finish his sentence, he was pulled out from the Land of Dreams, and one that possessed such almighty power can only be Zeus King of Olympus.

'Be careful, father...' Sapphira whispered as she transported herself back to the human world, ready to face all dangers and uncertainties that may lie ahead.