Luna lay in her plump comfy bed with one hand draped over her face.

"Luna, this is final, you are coming with me to the party tomorrow afternoon whether you want to or not. I'll be there in the morning to help you." Elle had said.

Luna cringed at the thought of her having to actually wear a dress and dance. It's been so long since she did these things and she didn't want to start now.

Silly Elle. She had good intentions, sure. But her methods were completely wrong!

There was a loud crash from the living room and the sound of something breaking.

Letting a groan escape her lips, she shouted, "Thor! Loki! Keep it down. I'm trying to sleep here. And you're paying for whatever broke."

When silence fell again, she smiled contentedly and snuggled under the bed covers again, seemingly blissfully unaware of the looming shadow near her window.

The shadow crept closer and closer without a single noise as it drew a dagger from the folds of its cloak.

Without warning, Luna whipped round and flipped out of bed just as the knife sunk into the place she had been mere seconds ago.

The person had barely turned to face Luna when it was tackled to the ground, landing with a thump.

Rolling and trying to buck Luna off, it sent her crashing across the room and into the cupboard.

The knife barely missed Luna's head as the figure swung it again. She knocked the knife out of its hands and dived for her bed.

Sliding on the floor, Luna immediately grabbed a coil of rope from under her bed and expertly tied it up.

Thrashing and wrestling wildly, the creature tried to escape to no avail as she watched smugly.

Kneeling over the figure, she bent slightly and whispered, "To try and kill me is to court death, creature. Please remember that."

Moments later, a rumpled Loki stumbled in, followed by Thor, "Lady Luna, what is the matter? We heard a commotion."

Luna motioned to the floor, and their gaze finally landed on it. Walking over to the light switch, she flipped it and the room was instantly bathed in light.

Luna watched as there was a spark of recognition in the brothers' eyes, following by other emotions chasing their ways across their faces.

For Thor it was hatred, and curious disgust, probably as to why it was here.

For Loki however, there were those emotions although there was a well-hidden, almost not visible look of fear.

But she caught it; after all, she knew that look so well.

Thor was the first to speak, "Chitauri."

And Loki was the second, "How did you catch him?"

Luna put on a face of mock disdain, "What, you think I can't? I was trained for this kind of things."

Thor looked surprised, but Loki continued, "What are they doing here?"

Luna shrugged and waved to him, "I don't know. Ask him, or it, yourself."

The chitauri on the floor laughed menacingly, "Save your breath. I'm never telling you."

Luna picked up the knife sitting on the floor and brought it over, holding it to the chitauri's ear, she demanded, "Talk."

The chitauri's eyes widened slightly, but he still remained defiant, "Watch your tongue, girl, and you'll keep it."

"Is that so? Well then, tell me whose tied up and immobile and whose holding the knife." Luna threatened.

The chitauri glared menacingly at her before looking away and snorting, "Him."

Putting down the knife, she arched an eyebrow," Him who?"

The chitauri looked up, straight at Loki, "Him. He foiled our plans with his recklessness and idiocy."

Loki quickly put on a mask of cool nonchalant, "Sorry?"

The chitauri snarled, "Not as sorry as you'll be once my master comes." Luna and Thor watched as Loki became more and more nervous with the creature's every word.

"He has a plan, one that even your precious god of a brother and talented girlfriend can't stop, and once he's through with you, they won't even recognise you. You'll-"

He didn't get to finish that sentence before Thor had picked up the knife and had his way.

"Sorry," muttered Thor, his tone showing that he wasn't really sorry at all, "I didn't like where he was going."

"It's okay." Luna assured, her tone saying that she was about to do the same had Thor not been first.

Loki had turned away and stood silently at the back of Luna's room. Luna walked over to him, "Hey, are you okay?"

Loki nodded and swallowed. In the inside, however, he was absolutely not okay. In fact, he was in troubled turmoil.

He hadn't a clue if what to do. He was aware, that just by staying here; he was endangering both Luna and possibly his brother, no matter how strong he was.

As if reading his mind, Luna looked at him, "Don't worry about all that. Your brother's practically still a god even without his powers and all that. And me, well, I'm practically trained for this."

Loki rolled his eyes, "You are trained for this? Prove it."

Luna frowned and crossed her arms, "I caught a chitauri."

Loki smirked at this, "Yeah right. You were probably just lucky that time."

In one swoop, before he could even react, Loki was on the floor with a dagger to his throat.

Loki gasped, feeling short of breath, "Where... Where did you hide that dagger? You hold them even in sleep?"

Luna smiled, "I didn't. I merely took it from you."

Wincing and rubbing a bruise he received from being slammed brutally onto the ground, Loki complained, "You...you are faster than I had imagined. And not just took, you stole it from me."

Luna got off the floor and brushed dust off from herself, throwing a grin his way, "Borrowed, not stole. And tell me I was just lucky."

Thor's laughter was the only thing breaking the silence while Loki stared open mouthed.

Looking at the time, Luna frowned, "Well, Elle will be here soon, so see ya. I've a party to attend."