The Lady of Mischief

I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for my inexcusably late update on Kate and Loki's story. I've been really lazy all summer and unproductive. (My aggravating case of writers block most definitely didn't help -_-) So here's another chapter. No smut :( I needed a situation with Kate fending for herself with S.H.E.I.L.D and this is what I came up with. So while Kate is being mischievous, out favorite trickster is enjoying his stay in his cage.

I do not own Loki (sadly) or any other characters besides Kate, the rest belong to Marvel.

Chapter 9: Mistress of Mischief

(An hour later)

Along with Thor, the red headed agent led myself, the Captain, and Tony Stark into the huge control room of the massive aircraft. Thor tried to tuck me under his arm protectively but I pushed him away and walked with my head held high, my lips set in a stubborn line.

The control room consisted of three tiers. The first held rows and rows of computers which were being constantly manned by those who helped to monitor the ship's systems so we'd stay in the air. On the second tier, which was slightly smaller, held a large circular table that had plenty of chairs surrounding it, and in front of that, a master control panel that a black man with an eyepatch stood by as he watched us. After assessing the situation my interest of the third tier vanished.

An older, middle-aged man already sat at the table. He had salt-and-pepper hair and light green eyes. He was dressed in casual clothes compared to everyone else, who wore black uniforms or suits like the Captain's and Thor's.

"Thor, Captain Rogers, please sit, I'll debrief you two in a moment. I also have some things I need to settle with Loki's brother," the guy with the eyepatch ordered calmly, gesturing to the table as he approached me.

He was as tall as I was with stilettos, and wore a worn black leather trench coat. His face was expressionless as we stared at each other.

"Miss Kate Starlit?" He asked, cocking his head.

"And you are?" I raised an eyebrow, glaring coldly.

His expression remained neutral, "Fury. Nick Fury. Director of S.H.E.I.L.D."

"What do you want from me? Information? Or are you planning on returning me to my fucked up family? I know you know the truth," I hissed.

"I have no intention of interrogating or threatening you. I simply wanted to offer you some comfortable clothes you can change into and some refreshment. In return I'd like you to come back to our meeting in thirty minutes and listen to my proposal."

I carefully considered his offer, thinking through all the negative effects that could set back my own plans. I found none.

I nodded, "Deal. But I will have demands of my own."

Fury pursed his lips. "Very well."

Soon after I was led away by a familiar face, Agent Phil Coulson, to retrieve some clothes and a snack. I walked quietly behind him, my stilettos clicking sharply against the waxed floors of the hallways he led me down. We didn't venture far from the control room, altogether the trip had taken about three or four minutes.

Coulson swiped a security card over the door pad and a green "Access Granted" slide lit up and the door opened revealing a what looked to be a clothing supply room.

He ushered me in and gestured around at the shelves of things. "Pick whatever you want, we should have plenty in your size," he instructed. "Just leave your things here and I'll have someone come and collect them."

I waited for him to leave the room before slipping out a sigh of relief, for a second I had been worried that he would stay here and watch me change.

Laughing to myself I slipped out of my stilettos and unzipped my dress, letting it pool at my ankles so I was standing in just my bra and underwear. My feet padded softly against the cold metal floor as I approached a rack of slim fitting black pants and shirts.

I skimmed through the lapels, picking small in everything I was taking. Then, satisfied with my choices, I promptly dressed again.

The pants were a very uncomfortable black leather like the ones Loki wore, only these were very curvy. I was more comfortable in the black under armor turtleneck and tight-but-stretchy aviator style black jacket. To complete the look, I tossed my still-curled hair into a ponytail and laced myself into a pair of tall black combat boots. At the end of my redressing I felt much too S.H.I.E.L.D-esque.

Satisfied with my appearance, I exited the supply room, my face becoming a cool mask again as Agent Coulson came into view.

He looked me up and down. "Okay, now what would you like to eat. I'll return you to the control room and have your food brought to you."

"Pasta," I replied. "I like pasta. And some water will do just fine."

"Good," he said, looking relieved that I hadn't demanded something ridiculous, like a beer. "If you'll follow me again..."

We set off again on our trip back to the main room. I walked a little faster since I was in much more comfortable shoes, so it took less time to get back than before.

Coulson stepped out of my way to allow me to walk ahead of him and select my seat once we got onto the second tier of the control room which housed the conference table.

More people had taken seats around the table in the time I'd been. Besides Stark, the Captain, Thor, and the middle aged guy, the red headed woman had joined the party. Fury still stood by his control panels near the group, monitoring the ship as well as his meeting.

He looked up at the sight of me. "Kate, Coulson, thank you for joining us. You two may take the empty seats."

Coulson moved to sit down next to the Captain, but I wanted to piss Fury off (and partly be mischevious). So I climbed up onto the table to sit in the center of everyone, my legs folded underneath me.

Everyone's reactions were funny. The captain, the older man, and the woman all looked incredulous. Stark looked amused, Thor embarrassed, and Coulson and Fury seemed to be holding back a reprimand.

All the same Fury bit his tongue and moved on. "Well, now that we have everyone here, lets get down to business," he began.

"Loki is going to drag this out," Captain Rogers started. "So Thor, what's his play?"

"He has an army called the chituari," Thor replied.

I raised an eyebrow, "Did we gain a tenth realm or something? Loki never once said they existed."

"They are not of Asgard or any other world. They are realmless, wanderers," he explained. "He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth in exchange for the Tessaract."

"An army?" Rogers said in disbelief. "From outer space."

"So he's building another portal, that's what he need Erik Selvig for," the middle-aged guy theorized.

"Selvig?" I asked curiously.

"He's an astrophysicist."

Thor corrected, "He's a friend."

The red headed woman spoke up, "Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours."

"I wanna know why Loki let us get him," Rogers mused.

The older guy spoke up, "I wouldn't worry about Loki. That guys brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him."

I held my nasty words back, knowing Thor would speak for his brother.

"Have care with your words, Loki may be a prisoner but he is still a prince of Asgard, and my brother."

"He killed 80 people in two days," the red head informed him.

Thor hesitated, "He's adopted."

"THOR!" I screeched.

"Enough bickering! This is a meeting to save our world, not argue about siblings," Fury silenced us. "Now I too want to know why Loki is on this ship. He's the only one who seems to really want to be here. Now why is this? I don't know. So, Kate, my proposal to you. You have... connections... to Loki, can you help us figure out what he plans on doing next?"

"If my demands are met," I pursed my lips.

He looked at me with his one eye, "And those would be?"

"Loki will be tried on Asgard, you will pronounce Kate Monroe dead, and I will be allowed to leave with Thor and Loki to Asgard. These are my terms," I rapidly demanded.

Fury considered what I was saying, "Its a fair trade, considering you know him best and as Thor was telling me, can see the future."

"What are you a devil worshipper or something?" Rogers inquired warily.

I rolled my eyes, "Hardly, I'm the consort to a god."

"Wait... That's how you and Loki are connected? You're his mortal sex bunny?" Stark sat forward in his seat.

"She is far from some common whore, she is Loki's mate, the Lady of Mischief," Thor growled at Stark. "Do not insult her. Kate may be a child in your eyes but she has saved me from banishment."

"You must be really good then if a god wants to fuck - Hey!" Stark was cut off as I threw a pad of post-it's at him.

"Shut it you," I threatened before turning my attention back to Fury. "So we have a deal?"

He nodded, "Tell us what you can. Why did Loki let us catch him?"

I smirked, "Loki is the trickster god. He is mischief incarnate. If he let you catch him he wanted you to catch him. Why? Because he wanted to be on this ship. Are you with me?"

Everyone looked to be on my page so I went on.

"Now, knowing Loki as I do, he probably has two very big reasons for wanting to be on this ship. He can kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Anyone know what those birds would happen to be?"

I waited patiently for a few minutes for one of them to come up with the answer but no response came. Frustrated at their lack on comprehension, I sighed. "Really guys, it's kinda obvious."

"If your his lover he'll want to get you back," Rogers mumbled awkwardly.

"Exactly," I chirped from my place on the table. "Loki want to be King of Earth and he'll want his queen at his side. Good answer, Captain. The second reason he wants to be here I find even more obvious. He wants to eliminate the only group of people who could ruin his plans... The Avengers."

"You think he wants to get rid of us," Fury scoffed.

I glared at him, "I can almost guarantee it."

"But how is he going to do anything against us?" The redhead asked. "He may be powerful but he can't take out our entire ship."

I frowned, "That still confuses me. I induced a vision about this during the ride here. Apparently one of your people is going to turn into a massive green psycho and destroy everything... Ring any bells?"

Stark turned to look at the middle aged guy. "Well, Dr. Banner, seems ill get to see you pissed off after all."

Dr. Banner scowled.

"No you won't. That's the point of Miss Starlit telling us Loki's plans," Rogers corrected.

Thor agreed, "Now we know Loki's strategy, so we can work to be sure it never happens."

Fury approached the table again. "Thank you, Kate. Feel free to leave, we'll call you if we need you."

I slid off the table and approached him. "I want to see Loki. Now. Or that's all the help you'll be receiving from me."

He exhaled sharply, and motioned over a guard. "Don't do anything you'll regret," he warned.

"I already have," I muttered sadly to myself as I followed the guard, letting him lead me to Loki.

Authors Note: I know this chapter sucked. Hopefully I'll have more inspiration for the next one. I just didn't like this one because of the lack of Kate/Loki. Thank god the next one is all Kate/Loki. :)

Kisses,

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