Hello again, dear readers! I've finally gotten the chance to catch my breath now that I'm back home. Have I mentioned that I don't exactly fancy traveling long distances by car back to back? Well now you know. I think it's awful. I went to Iowa to visit relatives on my dad's side and the day after I got home my mom and I headed down to Texas to visit some family on her side. Choir camp started this week! I'm excited to be starting on it and can't wait for it to get rolling. I skipped doing any vocal classes last year and let me tell you, it was torture. I missed singing with a class group so much that I still have those butterfly gitters from audition :). I got moved up from Alto to 2nd Soprano so I have some adjustments to do but enough of my life. This isn't truly about my life but Katrina's! So let us advance on to the story. Not everything is going to match directly as I am not exactly a HUGE stickler to keep details and obvious things in the lime light. Disclaimer: I do not own MARVEL.

I hadn't realized until now how much I had starved with Loki gone. Ah, shit. This shouldn't feel so good. But it does. He was saltier than last time, as he had just recently crossed the Brifrost. His mouth came on mine with such force that I couldn't get escape. A fire sparked in my tummy that I hadn't felt in a long time. In a very long time. My heart thundered in my throat and blood roared through my ears. Unbidden heat shimmered up my core and inflamed me in a way it shouldn't have. Shit, I was supposed to have better control of myself. I'll be damned if I let some god push me over the edge. But Loki isn't just some god. I shook myself. Hell would freeze over before I actually gave in.

I tried to roll my head to the side to break the kiss but he grabbed my chin with one long finger and tilted me back to him. Using one hand he picked me up and pushed me back against the door. With my self restraint hanging by a string I brought myself to become limp and remained unmoving as he put my legs around his hips. Humming in frustration, he pulled his head back, "Turned cold, haven't you, Katrina. I'm good at playing with ice." I'm sure you are. His hands roved down my waist and hips to rest on the bottom of my thighs. My hands were clinched into fists at my side and I looked away. "Look at me, Katrina." He didn't use physical contact to pull my eyes to him. His voice dragged my gaze to his. Those eyes were going to undo me. He was going to undo me.

I watched his glowing green eyes, waiting for something to happen. But silence reigned as he kept me lifted against the wall. I shifted to get comfortable and my hips rolled in the process. I clamped down to keep from humming with pleasure. Loki seemed to stall the reaction that came to him naturally. His thin cheek bones came more pronounced as he did so. Drolly, I stared over his shoulder to get myself in check. I'll be honest, it was far from easy. I calmed my heart beat so that he didn't get to hear its erratic beating for longer than had to be. It came down rather quickly, thanks to the training that I had been pulled into. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall, waiting for him to put me back on my own two feet. I dared look at him when he didn't after several minutes. "Put me down, Loki." I whispered before hardening my tone, "Now." I didn't like the feeling of being the prey here.

He shrugged and didn't do as I planned. Instead he picked me up and dumped me on the bed in an unceremonious heap. Irritated, I stood up and put my hands on my hips, "You should choose your room."

"I already have." Did his voice always have to sound sultry?

Keeping my profile neutral I asked, "Oh? Which one?"

"This one."

I kept my eyebrow from creeping up to hide in my hairline. I motioned to the forest themed room, "This is my room, in case you must be reminded." Twat, I see the way the next year or so is going to be. Ugh, too much snark and sarcasm. I don't want to deal with this. Why couldn't somebody else take this assignment? They're busy. Right. Of course.

"It shall be mine."

I choked back a scoff, "I'm not giving up my room for you." I'm arguing with a bloody prince. Bloody... I shook the thought out of my head.

"Then don't. I am not against sharing a room with a maiden."

I was having trouble thinking of a response for him when a voice boomed in the kitchen, "Lady Katrina! What of Odin's One Eye is this? Come!" I hurried out of the room but wasn't fast enough, as Thor had already started for the hallway to retrieve me. He pulled me to the kitchen and I was knocked out of thought enough to show my slight bewilderment. On the counter was a tower of pop tarts precariously balanced into the shape of a man that I presume to have been Thor. Before understanding my own reaction, giggles bubbles out of me until I started laughing so hard that my sides hurt. Thor watched me with confusion clouding his youthful face, "I do not understand, Lady Katrina. What amuses you so?"

"You... should know... what they are... You've had them... before. When... you first came to Midgard... recently. Pop... tarts... they're pop tarts... Thor!" It's very true that you laugh harder when you try to explain why you are laughing in the first place. His face brightened.

"I remember these pastries! Lady Jane had many of them for when she traveled! They are very tasty but fail to fill a hungry warrior. What are these pastries filled with?" He shredded into a box and was halted by the shiny silver wrapper. He actually pouted for a moment, contemplating what to do. Pouted! I gasped as I tried to catch my breath. Loki strolled into the circular kitchen and lifted himself onto the counter, eyeing the pop tart Thor.

He beat me to it, "They are filled with the flavored blood of your enemies. Didn't you know that, Thor? That is how they taste so good." That made my appeal for the pop tarts lower considerably. Even though I could spot my favorite flavor in the model, Raspberry.

I was blatantly shocked, "You've had a pop tart before?" I couldn't imagine such a thing.

He scowled at the boxes, "No."

"But, brother, you must try one!" Thor tossed the one he was holding to Loki.

Loki turned his scowl to Thor before glancing at the wrapped pop tart. He threw it back at Thor, "I shall not open your meals for you. You are a grown man. Extract the parcel from the package yourself. I do not want it."

Thor looked at the package with the same confused look and I decided to pity him. Stepping forward I demonstrated how to open the package and he immediately started munching away on the pop tarts. I watched in disdain as the pile started to diminish. I guess the appetite of the gods were much larger than that of humans. Ugh, that means I'd have to go grocery shopping more often than I'd thought. Why had I not taken such things into consideration? You've never seen them eat before. I wonder how much spaghetti they would eat, I mused. I was actually planning on making it for dinner as I had craved it since yesterday but now I wasn't sure how much to make.

My eyes slid to Loki. I bet he knows how much Thor eats. I'd have to have them help me with proportions when it actually came to cooking tonight. I eyed his some what brooding profile as he watched Thor and inevitably, he caught me staring. Face palm. Lesson 1: Don't get caught staring at Loki, he won't let you hear the end of it. He really did look good with a smirk on his face, even if the thought behind it was irritating. I cleared my throat, "Thor?"

He looked up with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk and pop tart crumbs on his chin, "Yesh?" Wow, I didn't know people could talk with their mouth that full. I gave him a flabbergasted look.

"Why don't you save some of those and put them up. I like pop tarts too. I swear that I'll share." I raised my right hand smirking.

He swallowed such a big mouthful I'm surprised he didn't choke. "Of course, of course. But when will the feast be ready? I am almost as hungry as Volstagg! Mortals appear to not eat as much as Asgardians do."

I raised an eyebrow, there was a couple of hours before I had planned on eating but I guessed it wouldn't be far too early. "I could start now, if your that hungry?"

Thor scratched his chin, "I do not mean to be a bother, Lady Katrina. If I am being so please tell me."

I waved him off, "We can go with it tonight at set up a schedule tonight or tomorrow. Erm, it might be a little while before food is actually ready tonight, since I still have to make it. If one or both of you would help me out that would be great to we can make enough." Was I pushing the earlier moment out of my head? Probably. I didn't want to deal with it right now. You'll have to deal with it before you go to bed.

I pulled the speghetti sauce out of the fridge and set on the counter. I would have to make more. For a moment I thought about having to reach for the noodles on the top shelf and considered what it would look like if I climbed on the counter like I usually did. I mentally scoffed at the picture my mind presented. Climbing on counters in the presence of two alien princes? Rubbish. Absolutely absurd. Well then how was I going to get it down? I usually didn't use magic to achieve smaller things as such. It's not like they won't get used to me climbing on things the longer they stay here. For how long though? I shook the question out of my head and decided to pull myself all the way onto the cabinet to retrieve the pasta. "Would one of you get a loaf of bread and cut it in half? The knives are over there."

I heard Thor go for the bread while Loki slid over to sit beside me, "This is a lovely view, you know." He peered up at me as I stretched to reach the top shelf. Why in the nine realms was it all the way at the top?

I glowered down at him once I got the pasta, "I'm tempted to dump this on you." He chuckled and pushed himself away, as though that made him out of range. I shook my head. He'd get away from it anyway. We rationed out how much was expected to be consumes before heating the noodles. I nibbled on a raw one as I worked on making more sauce. Thor commented on how silent it was in the house. "Jarvis? Would you play some music?"

I have found in past and recent cases that Jarvis has a sense of humor. And though I didn't find it on the dot I did find it amusing when very uptempo medieval and viking styled songs came on. I wasn't quit sure where medieval came in with it. Soon I was swept away from the kitchen by Thor. He seemed to like dancing. I protested all the way. "Thor! I really have two left feet. I can't dance!"

"Nonsense!" He laughed joyously as aromas from the sauce filled the air.

I laughed, "It's true! I promise! I cannot dance. Hey, we almost broke that!"

Loki held a small smile as he watched from the kitchen. Amusement evident in his eyes. I called to him for help a few times but Thor swept us farther away, making it quit clear that I was not to be rescued. No, he would make me dance until I caught on. I was gasping from laughing so hard. As we passed the kitchen again I heard Loki's soft laughter. Before I knew it I was being pulled away from Thor, "I'd hate to interrupt, but you are looking to be having too much fun, Thor." His smile was the likes of the Cheshire cat. "We would not want Lady Jane to be getting too jealous now, would we?" He swept me low, securing he arms behind my back. From the world upside down I watched Thor smile brightly before heading back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the food.

Such a clever trick indeed. Loki pulled me up close before setting off again. He seemed to have the same general idea as Thor had. Not to stop until I got the beat and moves down. Were they forcing their culture on me? A smile lit my face. If they were, I did not mind it. In a move I had far from anticipated, Loki spun me out before pulling me back in and despite matters my body worked on a different function then my mind. When I was pull back against him the motion made me want to wrap one leg around him like I had seen actual dancers do. And so without thinking, I did. For the second time, he dipped me down. The tips of my hair cascaded on the glossy wooden floor. I was breathing heavily from doing something for a while that I wasn't used to.

He seemed to enjoy the view, for he didn't pull me back up for several more thundering heartbeats. When he finally did, my cheeks were flushed red. Thor came back into the room, "I do believe the food is finished in your metal heat contraption."

I breathed, "Okay." I was hyper aware that my leg was wrapped around Loki, with my arm crooked around his neck. If Thor hadn't come in Loki probably would have pulled me in for another kiss. My heart beat picked up again and I beat it back. I seriously had to get a grip on myself. I was already in a relationship and I didn't need extra drama in that department again.

Loki chuckled, "I do believe you have a dim chance in the future of dancing. Although barely just." Making every movement count, he disconnected us, brushing against my arm, my leg. Still smirking, he bent low one again and kissed my knuckles before tugging back to the kitchen. Setting up the table wasn't too eventful other than a single smashed plate with one of the robotics cleaned up thoroughly. I was thoroughly amazed at how different the two men could eat compared to each other and the standards on Earth. Thor had loaded his plate after I had and all I could do was stare at the mound of pasta and red sauce. Loki himself had a rather large portion but it was much smaller than Thor's. He also ate much slower than Thor, taking appearance in mind.

We swapped stories on how the previous years had been. They seemed to slip up about a year after their departure from Midgard but they did not tell what happened. They just spoke of all things but that one brief space in mind. Now that I come to think of it, that was about the time Professor Jane had been taken up to Asgard. Could that have something to do with it? I didn't press the matter at the moment. They appeared interested in the work I did for S.H.E.I.L.D and the courses I had studied while still decided whether I wanted to work for S.H.E.I.L.D or not. I had to explain a few mortal things to them.

Loki cleared his throat, "So I've heard that you've acquired a sense of mischief?" Thor glanced back to me.

I swallowed from my glass before answering, "I suppose you could say that."

"Oh do tell. What have you done?"

"Really, it not much. Just some stuff pulled off in high school and else where."

"Else where?" Thor raised a golden eyebrow.

"Any where I thought possible. The Tower, in public, around S.H.E.I.L.D."

"What did you do to S.H.E.I.L.D?"

Before training I would have rubbed my hands together under the table. I nibbled my bottom lip, considering which story to tell. "Well, uh, there was this one time on the helicarrier that I iced over all the halls. A few agents coming out of their quarters fell. It was great to skate on but Fury wasn't too pleased. Steve got me a cat after that. I guess he thought that would keep me side tracked enough. Erm, I don't think you guys saw him when we where going through the house." I'll have to find him later. He'll probably be in one of his usual nooks. That or one of the 'bots locked him in a room again.
I shook my head. My silver and red cameo maine coon found it as a hobby to chase the 'bots around the house. He sometimes even jumped on them when they passed under the stairs. Lancton liked to crouch there for a while and wait for them. Although they seem to have gotten it through their circuits not to pass by that way anymore.

Living in a house designed to suit Tony Stark's fancy was fairly easy to live in. The robotic machines were quite willing to do any sort of work, even the dishes and putting them in the dish washer. I had found out when one waded into the under ground pool to give me something that most if not all the machines were water resistant or water proof. It was a rare time to catch Tony not tinkering with one thing or another.

After dinner I figured the two gods would go to the training room of sorts. It had mock weapons of every kind from wooden swords, fencing equipment, a boxing ring, punching bags, weights, etc. Since I thought they would be going there I decided to go swimming. Jogging down the stairs and through past the car garage I entered the pool room. Heat and motion scencered lights came on as I headed for the medium sized side room to change into my swim suit. A little less than half the pool was inside the building but if you activated a switch the glass window that divided it from the rest of the pool lifted. It was a bit more of a wall. It went from the ceiling to the bottom of the pool when it was down. It kept the inside portion of the pool from flooding when ever it rained. The underwater light lit up as I wadded out under the dimming sky.

I mumbled under my breath about how it was getting harder to have privacy to sing for myself without it having to be in the shower. I shook my head, trying to think of a song I was in the mood for. Smirking, I drifted over to the side and place my palm on a black button. Light projected from it to the likes of a computer screens. I flipped through several albums before finding what I wanted with out the voice part. Hidden speakers came on sharply with a driving beat.

So I got my boots on,
Got the right amount of leather
And I'm doing me up with a black colored liner
And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter
All we need in this world is some love

There's a thin line 'tween the dark side,
And the light side, baby tonight
It's a struggle, gotta rumble, tryin'a find it

I put my hands in the air, letting go, kicking every thing out of my brain other than the song and letting the motion take over.

But if I had you,
That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah if I had you,
The money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you,
Life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy
Yeah, if I had you
Y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you
If I had you

The water ripple away from me as my body rolled and twirled in it.

From New York to LA getting high, rock and rolling
Get a room trash it up 'til it's ten in the morning
Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maserati's
What they need in this world is some love
There's a thin line 'tween the wild time,
And a flat-line, baby tonight
It's a struggle gotta rumble, tryin'a find it

It'd been a long time since I'd gone to a night club. I probably couldn't go now that I had a god to keep track of when Thor wasn't. His mind could already be healed. It wasn't wholly his fault.

But if I had you,
That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah if I had you,
The money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you,
Life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy
Yeah, if I had you
Y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you y-y-y-y-y-you
If I had-

Although there were possibilities when Thor went to see Jane. How would Loki be in a club? NO. Not going there. Not. At. All...

The flashing of the lights
It might feel so good
But I got you stuck on my mind, yeah
The fashion and the stage, it might get me high
But it don't mean a thing tonight

But there's still the possibility. Damn, you need to loosen up. It's not like you'll do drugs. Just have fun dancing.

That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah if I had you,
The money, fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you,
Life would be a party it'd be ecstasy
Yeah if-

Fabric brushed against the side of the pool. The music went on without me as I spun around, all combat skills ready to use.

"I seem to always be around when you sing." Loki smirked from where he stood.

I nodded, "Yes, you seem to be."

"Does it bother you?"

"A little."

His smirk widened into a toying smile, "What can I do to chance that? Besides not showing up."

I watched him for a moment, "Can you sing?"

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