Loki sat in his cell, reading The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald, when he heard voices. One was distinctly Christy, the other he recognized as her father.
"You are spending too much time in there." Coulson said.
"Dad please. I know what I'm doing." Christy said.
"Do you? Because think that you are getting way to involved. If I didn't know you better, I would say you developed feelings for him."
"But you do know better. Dad you are the ones who sent me in there. I'm just doing my job." She said forcefully.
"Your job? You were supposed to get information! Not make him fall in love with you!" Coulson yelled.
"I need him to trust me before I can get information from him!" Christy exclaimed.
"I think he trusts you." Coulson said flatly.
"I was just about to get the information. Trust me, Fury is breathing down my neck too! I will get the information you need by Friday. I promise." She said.
"Are you sure? Wouldn't want you to hurt your boyfriend would we?"
"Please dad! He isn't my boyfriend, it's called acting. It's where people act. I was just playing with him." She said softer.
"So he means nothing to you?" Her father asked.
"Less than nothing." She said soberly. Loki heard footsteps and everything was quiet again. Loki slowly felt his heart crawl up his throat, and he felt his eyes swelling up.
He had been such a fool! She obviously didn't care for him! He looked down at the book again, and looked with surprise at the tear that fell onto one of the pages. He quickly closed the book and set it on the bench beside him.
Who was I kidding? I am just a monster. A monster…" He thought. She played me! Like a piano and I was foolish enough to fall for it…He clenched his hands into fists and sat stoically, not bothering to wipe away the single tear, but not allowing any more to mar his face.
In the dining hall, Coulson and Christy were getting supper.
"Christy….can I talk to you?" He asked, following her to her seat.
"Of course." Christy said.
"Its about Loki…You are spending too much time in there." Coulson said.
"Dad please. I know what I'm doing." Christy said.
"Do you? Because think that you are getting way to involved. If I didn't know you better, I would say you developed feelings for him." Christy said nothing for a time, then,
"You are the ones who sent me in there. I was just doing my job." She said softly.
"Your job? You were supposed to get information! Not make him fall in love with you!" Coulson yelled.
"I need him to trust me before—" She started
"He trusts you." Coulson said flatly.
"I don't want to hurt him." Christy said, "He has been betrayed enough."
"Gods, you do love him! That does a fathers heart good." Coulson retorted.
"Please dad, it's called having a heart!"
"Something he knows nothing about!"
"Are you that daft? He has a heart, I've seen it! He has hidden it beneath layers and layers of pain and betrayal! I don't want to be another layer of hurt."
"I am pulling the plug. You are no longer allowed in with him." Coulson said.
"You can't do that! I was sent by Athena to see what I could do for him. Not to spy on him, and certainly not to hurt him."
"I am your father, and you are not to be in his cell anymore."
"Too bad." Christy stood up and stormed out of the room. She walked down the hallway too the lab.
Stark was messing with something half heartedly, and Banner was fiddling with Loki's staff. Christy looked at the monitor. Loki was sitting still, the book closed next to him. He looked troubled by something.
"Stark," she said. Tony glanced up.
"Yeah?"
"Can you…not tell my dad? I would rather this time go unknown." She glanced at the screen.
"Of course." He stood up straighter, "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I just….I need him to not know I'm in with Loki." Christy said. Stark walked over to her, and looked at the screen.
"Do you want me to watch and make sure everything is hunky-dorey?"
"Don't let me distract you from something more important."
"Of course not." Stark smiled. Christy managed to smile back, then walked down to the cell.
When she walked in, Loki looked up, but didn't smile. "Hey!"She said cheerily. Loki said nothing, just stared at her. "What's wrong? Did you finish the book yet?"
"No." He said.
"Okey...I was thinking of watching a movie tonight, are you up for Harry Potter?"
"What so I will trust you?" His voice was steely cold.
"What?"
"So Fury will stop breadthing down your neck? Why don't you just ask me to tell you my plan! It would save us both trouble!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Or better yet, just play with my emotions. Its called acting. I understand."
"Loki…" He stood up and in one quick stride was inches away from her. His green eyes had become blue with hate, his whole body shook and she could almost smell the anger on him. "I would never…"
"Oh really?" He chuckled darkly, "is that what you told your father?"
"What?"
"I heard you two talking! I heard you tell him you were just acting, just playing with my emotions. That I meant less than nothing to you!"
"I said no such thing!" Christy was confused. Loki scoffed and turned away from her.
"I know what I heard." He said.
"Well you heard wrong." She said.
"I doubt that. But I understand, you were just doing your job! Isn't that we are all doing"
"Loki please listen!"
"Why should I? You need information, it would be better if I do the talking."
"Stop that!" Christy yelled. Loki stopped and glared at her between narrowed eyes. "I never said any of that! I don't know what you heard, but It wasn't that!"
"then what did I hear?"
"I don't know, But I never said any of that."
"You said they sent you in here."
"Well, they did. I was sent on a quest by my mother, to try and find your humanity! They all disapproved but I…Loki I care deeply about you!"
"That's what they call acting." Loki felt his eyes tear up again, and saw that hers had already spilled over. "And I am what they call a fool. Please, get out." He turned away from her. "And take your book."
Christy stared at him for a moment, then grabbed the book and silently left. Once far enough away, she sat down in the hall and began to quietly cry.
