My first instinct was to punch his face, but if hit here was anything I learned as a combat agent, it was to use action only when appropriate. So instead, I steadied my breathing and asked, "can I help you?"

"You certainly can try."

Suddenly, his lips were on mine as he pushed me into my room. I was so taken aback that I made no move to stop it until I reached for my purse, and with one swing, he was out cold. It took me several minutes to regain my composure and go over what had just happened. As I thought, my eyes wandered to where the man's limp body lay on the ground, and I felt and unfamiliar weakness flush through my body. He was handsome, but in a different way than Summy. His slicked back hair was as dark as night with an aura of danger to it. The paleness of his skin portrayed a timidness as he lay on the ground, which was in stark contrast with his hair. With one look at his dark trench coat and green scarf, I knew he wasn't an agent. So, with my heart still pounding from when he kissed me, I tied him to a chair in the corner of my room. Equip with a cup of water and a gun, I was determined to find out who this violated was.

He sputtered to life again as he attempted to wipe the water from my cup off his face. Realizing his hands were tied, the man's sharp eyes turned to me and a smile crept onto his face.

"You've got more fire in you than I thought," he said, obviously commenting at the gun I was pointing at him. " I like fire."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to hide the anger that boiled inside of me.

"Did I forget to introduce myself, Darling?" He asked. After receiving no answer he said "I am Loki, of Asgard."

Asgard? I thought. Is that some town in Europe? But I didn't let these questions plague my focus. "Why are you here?"

"Oh," Loki replied, slowly," let's just say I had some family business to take care of."

His calm smile seemed almost psychotic as I tighten the grip on my gun. "Why were you outside my bedroom?"

He paused, and his smile vanished from his face. His eyes looked up slowly. "only because you are the most beautiful woman in all the nine realms."

On the outside, my expression was hard, but on the inside, I was blushing profusely. "You don't even know me."

"Nor do I need to," he said. "when I first arrived and gazed upon you, I knew I had to meet you."

"Well here I am," I said, lowering my gun and gesturing to myself. "What now?"

He licked his lips in a way I almost couldn't resist. "I'm prepared to make you a deal."

Suddenly I was confused. "A deal for what? What do you want?"

His eyes never strayed from mine. "You."

A small gasp escaped my lips as I regretted lowering my gun. Aside from the fact that I was altogether terrified and creeped out, it felt good to be wanted this badly. Sure, Summy was great, but this was over the top.

"I want you to come back to Asgard with me," Loki continued. "It is ever so lonely ever since my dear brother was banished."

"And if I refuse?"

His psychotic smile came back even though I could see sadness in his eyes. "I have a feeling you're not going to."

"How would you know that?"

He nodded towards the gun. "You could've killed me the instant you knocked me unconscious. But you didn't, you were curious." I blinked, realizing he was right. "You're curious about me and where I come from. If you come with me, all your questions will be answered."

"How about this deal," I retorted. "How about I turn you over to S.H.E.I.L.D., and I'll continue on my way?" My expression hopely showed more confidence than I felt.

"Oooh," Loki admired. "You know, one day that fire will get you into trouble."

Then, with a sparkle of green mist, Loki disappeared from the chair. I felt a pair of hands grab me from behind. And then I blacked out.