A/N: Crying now. I don't know if any of you as seen the vid called Hurt about Loki, with Johnny Cash's song, but that makes my heart break. Each and every bloody time...

36. One does not simply...

Liana's POV

"Liana..."

My lips left Loki's neck, and my blazing eyes settled on his face. "What?"

He smiled under me, and his hands got up my arms, unlocking their grip on his shoulders. "Not now."

I tilted my head, the heat fading in my stomach, replaced by cold and calm. "No spells on me, I hope?" I smirked as both the sensations wore away. "What is it then? Still innocent, are you?"

Loki shot me a glare, clearly meaning "Are you serious?" and I smiled even wider. "I want it to be on a special day. Not like this, and certainly not here."

I sighed and planted a peck on his cold lips. "Whatever, my Prince." His brows met on his forehead. I kissed it for him to relax. "I will call you that, get over it."

He smiled sadly and then, suddenly, I was thrown aside and he was on top of me. My legs, without any order, wrapped around his hips and I brought him closer, though not pushing it either.

"Stay here tonight."

His eyes were on fire. Nothing else than that could be seen in their unearthly green. "Okay."

But, instead of lying next to me, he just let himself fall half on me, his head on my stomach, our legs still entangled.

I began stroking his hair. "You know, that's frightening like hell, this whole story."

"What story?" I could hear he was slowly drifting to sleep.

"Falling in love with you after two days."

And he didn't have to lift his head. I knew he was smiling.

o°o°o°o°o°

"I hope you'll find what you're craving for, Liana."

I knelt in front of the Professor's wheel-chair and put a hand on his wrinkled one. "I could never thank you enough for what you've done for me. Welcoming me in here, treating me as a friend, helping me, really, I couldn't find the words."

His palm stroke mine. "You are one of us, Liana. You will always be. Whenever you are in need of help, you know where to find us."

I nodded and kissed his cheek. "See you soon, Professor."

I straightened and turned to Logan. He was of course standing a little apart from everyone, one of his bloody cigars between his lips. I stood before him.

"When are you going to stop smoking those?"

"Eh, I'm from-"

"You don't know where from!"

"Yeah, well, anyway, I will smoke what I wanna smoke! You're not my mother, Sarah!"

I smiled as he was the only one in the Mansion to still call me that. My smile turned into a mischievous smirk as I reached for the cigar, pulled it off his mouth and squeezed it hard in my hand, burning myself but destroying it all the same.

Logan looked at me as if he was about to murder me, and I just walked a little more and wrapped my hands around his torso for the slightest second. Then, I kissed his cheek and let go. "I'll miss you, Wolvy."

He rolled his eyes. "And I won't miss you, that's a fact."

I chuckled and then turned to Storm.

Her smile was sadder than the others, but I had told her that we'd see each other again. It seemed that she still hated goodbyes.

I hugged her tight and thanked her will all my heart, before Loki's hand was in mine and pulled me towards the Avengers' jet.

I left the Mutant Institute without a glance back.

o°o°o°o°o°

Ever since the night before, Clint and Tasha were always merely inches apart. That had the power to make me smile warmly at them, as a mother would do, I guess.

Thor came sitting beside me, as strange as it sounded. Sif was standing before me, her gaze locked on Loki as if they were silently talking to each other. And they still didn't like it.

"Lady Liana, may I sit beside you for the journey?"

I nodded and smiled. "Please, Thor, stop calling me Lady. I'm not a Lady. I'm just a mutant from Earth."

Sif unlocked her dark eyes from Loki's and I could see she was amused. "Oh, but I'm sure Loki would have loved to make you his wife, one day or another. That day, you would have been a Lady. A Princess, even."

I snorted. "I won't be Asgard's Princess. I don't think Asgard deserves me. Or Loki. Or both of you, in fact."

Suddenly, green eyes were before me. And they were looking strange. "Are you meaning what you're saying?"

I shrugged. "Of the little you told me, your father's a bastard of the worst breed. I don't want to meet him. And you said you didn't want me to be sentenced to death again, so I guess that's better if I never set foot on Asgard again."

The silence became heavier. I could see Clint's gaze on me, as well as Thor's. Sif was looking away, while Kitty was playing with her music player, Steve staring at her warmly. Bruce wasn't looking at me, but I could see he had heard every word.

"Hey, Deadmeat, fancy a bit of rock?"

I snapped my head at Tony. "Rock?"

"Music, of course! Come on, you used to wear the worst rock'n roll tee shirts in the world!" He rolled his eyes when I didn't answer.

And that's when I was made reacquainted with the gorgeousness of Angus Young's guitar. Oh dear AC/DC was good...

o°o°o°o°o°

I could easily see myself buying the house Clint and I had been living in. It felt like me. Even if now, I would have changed some things. I could have changed anyway during the process.

"I know, it's a little messy, but I hadn't got time to tidy up before I followed Blondie and his friend to Stark's."

I looked back at him. "Are you serious? Two magazines on the table and a couple of rags in the middle of the kitchen, and you call it a mess?"

He smirked. "You're back home."

I smiled and looked around, heading for what I felt was my bedroom.

It didn't smell like me, more like Tasha, but I knew I'd get it back as my own room since she'd be sleeping with Clint from now on. But it still looked like the kind of mess I liked to live in. A huge library, mostly containing DVDs and CDs, and two massive posters titled Kurt Cobain and Star Wars. I reminded myself to reacquaint myself with those later on.

That's when I saw, from the corner of my eyes, an armoured and pink Loki enter the room.

I took his hand, seeing as he looked troubled. "What is it?"

He stared at me softly. "I have to go. Explain some things to Odin before coming back to you." My heart pounded painfully in my chest, and he rested his head on mine, helping me relax. "It will be alright. I will come back. Nothing would keep me away from you now. Ever."

He kissed my forehead once, I tiptoed to put a light kiss on his lips, and then he turned around, heading for the bedroom door.

"I left you my file from S.H.I.E.L.D. I hope it helps you." And he was gone.

I turned around and found a blue folder waiting for me on my bed.

o°o°o°o°o°

Clint's POV

"You want me to read it to you? Liana, are you a three-year-old?"

Liana came to sit next to me on the couch, and put herself in my arms, her head on my shoulder, as she liked it best. "Please? I want you to know as well."

I looked over my shoulder at Tasha, who nodded and came to the garden to walk a little. The remains of our pizza slices left on the table, I sighed and took the blue folder titled "Loki Laufeyson".

"Right. Which one do I start with?" She didn't answer, so I just took it chronologically.

"Data n°89564: Loki (public enemy n°1)

Modifications by: 254 Agent Liana Moon (previously Noname)

Object: physical appearance

Six foot two, green eyes, black hair to the shoulders, though not specified how looks in Jotun form.

Object: psychology file

feelings of superiority concerning humans

poker face most of the time (except when brother appears, which translated fear, hatred and something close to loss)

can reach people's mind (tried and failed twice)

doesn't notice the rest of the crew (or slaves, as he calls them)

attention soon focused on one thing only

most possibly tortured by Chitauris' master (Name unknown)

adopted my Odin, All-Father, and Frigga, half-brothers Thor and Baldur, previously married to Sigyn, has infanted Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse

true son of Laufey, king of the Jotuns, abandoned as a baby in the temple (too little for his race)

used as a peace maker between the two races

learned the truth when Thor attacked Jotunheim

turned mad

serious lack of love throughout his life (safe for Thor, who didn't know either)

Diagnostic: superiority complex compared to his brother (can guess his tries at subduing the Earth are meant to prove his valour), fragile mind, superior magical skills though not used much (except for producing clones), heart cut apart from the mind to save pain." I stopped reading, focusing on the wall in front of me. "Wow. That almost makes me like the guy."

I heard a sniff, and then Liana sat up, her face covered in tears, a look of intense pain written all over her figure. "Yes. It does make him look nicer."

And she got up, took the file, and exited to her room.

Tasha, who of course had been silently waiting at the door, looked at her as she was departing, and then took her place next to me. "What happened?"

"I think Li started once again to believe Loki is a poor soul to mend."

"Do you believe it too?"

I snarled. "The only thing I believe in is the fact that I'm going to kill him slowly if anything happens to her."

And Tasha just nudged her face in the crook of my neck, and I stopped thinking much.

That's what I meant by "previous chaps stuff". The data. Gosh that was hard to complete without giving too much of infos she wasn't supposed to know about when she wrote it.

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