2 in one day! Aren't y'all lucky! I'm on a bit of a roll, so we might even make it 3! Thankyou all who have reviewed, and keep doing so! As you can tell, as soon as I hear from you gorgeous peeps I just wanna start writing! I have an almost certain idea of where this is going now. This chapter is very much different to the rest, so would love to know what you think a certain someone is up to this evening! Enjoy, and please please leave a comment. SuzukiLi x

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"A word, doctor."

The voice was so sudden that the watch that monitored Bruce's heart rate began beeping furiously. He span around in his chair, hand clutching his chest and eyes glowing just a little too green.

"Hela," he gasped, heaving in deep breaths and taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. Hela was sitting on his filing cabinet, in her adult form, long messy curls hanging loosely around her shoulders, dark bags underlining her green stare. She was wearing a pair of loose shorts and a green vest top and had quite obviously just risen from slumber.

"What can I do for you?" Bruce asked finally, his heart beat evening out into a steady rhythm again. Hela sighed and for a moment, her eyes glowed a little brighter, before returning to their usual inky hue. Bruce then notcied, out of the corner of his eye, that the data he had been staring at on his screen, had transformed into security footage of the room where Loki and Hela had been sleeping.

"He is troubled," Hela said softly, sliding soundlessly to the floor and padding over to stand next to Bruce. She looked just as troubled.

"He's dreaming?" Bruce whispered, tapping the arrows on his keyboard to zoom the image in. "Can you provide sound?"

Hela nodded, and Bruce could hear Loki's voice in his head, not like it was being played through ear phones, but actually in his head, like he was talking to himself.

"Please... Please stop!" Loki cried, and Bruce watched him writhe in what seemed like agony on the bed, his face twisted into a grimace, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"The effects of the mind gem have not fully worn off. They can not control his mind, but they can access it," Hela explained, her voice low and husky in her tiredness. Bruce sighed, leaning back into his chair.

"What can we do for him?" he asked, and he found himself frowning out of genuine concern. He shook his head. He did not want to care for Loki, only to see he is shown justice. Suddenly he pulled out of his thoughts as a pair of long legs wrapped around his waist and he found himself staring into a pair of sultry green eyes.

"Nothing, it is I who needs comforting," she said, her voice still low, but now more of a purr. Bruce's jaw hung low as his mind tried to keep up with this situation. Hela was staring at his lips, then up at his eyes, hands gently resting on his shoulders. She stared into his eyes, teeth flashing in a small smile as she read his thoughts.

"You think me a child," she said, her face so dangerously close to his that her lips brushed against his.

"Well, uh..."

"My Asgardian form is that of a child. But this," she whispered, leaning back and pointedly running her hands over her breasts, down her waist and fingers brushing against her thighs; "This is my real form."

Bruce breath hitched in his chest as he caught himself considering her for a moment.

"Hela I... this is, I can't..." Bruce stuttered, his voice surprisingly calm, and he patted her waist gently.

"We are both monsters, are we not?" she said, and now her smile had grown wider, and she pressed a small smile to his lips. "But I thought as much."

And she disappeared in a puff of green smoke. Bruce feared that it may not have been coincidence that she wore the same pair of pyjamas that he had lusted after Betty in a thousand times before.

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Tony didn't jump when wisps of green smoke suddenly appeared next to him, followed by crossed legs and a rather prominent cleavage, but he did almost choke on his scotch. Tony was sat in just his boxers and socks, remote in one hand, scotch in the other, flicking through explicit films on the tv. He moved quickly to cover his lap with a cushion, his cheeks flushing red as Hela looked at him through half lidded eyes, a small smirk on his face.

"What is it you want?" Tony asked, trying to keep his voice even as he tried desperately not to stare at the girls cleavage that was angled towards him, a small trail of diamonds leading down the curve of her neck and just before where her breasts dipped. She smiled, snaking an arm around his shoulders and began to play with the hairs on the back of his neck, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

"What is it you want?"

Tony swallowed, chocolate eyes meeting emerald. Her hair was twisted up high ontop of her head, a few ringlets escaping to frame her face. Her body was barely covered in her red lace nightdress with the gold trim. She lightly trailed her fingers down his chest, pausing above his racing heart and slowly edging down to his stomach.

"I am certainly no child," she whispered, giving his ear lobe a teasing nip and stroking his stomach so gently she felt his muscles quiver. Tony took about 2 seconds to make up his mind and turned to face her, throwing the cushion across the floor and pulling her onto his lap.

"Are you sure? I mean, you're sure?" he breathed desperately, holding her head away from his until he got his answers.

"This is my true form, as the queen of Niflheim. The child you see, is simply my Asgardian form, it requires less magic to hold my glamour," she said, slowly rocking her hips back and forth, encouraging him to drop the subject. Tony squinted his eyes, doing some quick maths in his head.

"Fuck it," he said, and he removed his hands, allowing her to crash down onto his lips, pulling her closer to him and running his hands up her body. He kissed down her neck and she let out a soft moan, pupils dilating, turning the green eyes almost black.

After a whole night of what was probably the best sex of his life, Tony watched Hela softly breathe next to him, eyes closed, hair tossed around her on the pillow. He drew in a deep sigh and closed his eyes, the last thing he thought about, before drifting off into sleep, was the smell of Pepper's perfume.

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Oooooh, what's she up too? Naughty girl.