For some odd reason all of my 'type' requirements were pointing at Loki, and I felt the need to mentally point that out.

I jumped into his head (mentally) and began searching for him. "Loki! Loki!" I shouted, walking down the chilly, dark halls of his mind. I felt like I was in a labyrinth that was built underneath Antarctica. "LOKI!"

The sound of boots clinking caught my attention. "Who calls for me?"

"It's Death, herself." I sighed sarcastically. Well I technically am death...

"What do you want Grim?" His voice was bitter, and all I could see was the outline of his silhouette in the dark navy lighting.

"Well were you even listening to me?"

"You lost me at no errors and no surprises, and if you haven't noticed, NO ONE IS PERFECT!"

"It depends on how you define perfect." I mentally pictured him cocking an eyebrow at me. Sighing, I continued explaining myself. "Right now you're perfect for me. Kyle is perfect. He just wasn't the right perfect for ME."

"And why don't you go back to Mr. Perfect?" he growled, clearly disgusted with me for bringing up my ex.

"Because of things."

"What could have happened, that was so bad, that you apparently had to down-stage to get me."

My breathing turned into hyperventilating. I kept thinking about that night over and over again. "I wasn't his type?"

"What do you mean-"

I cut him off abruptly with a loud screech."I WASN'T HIS TYPE!"

"AND I SAID WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!"

I whimpered at his harsh tone. "I'm not a boy."

"Huh?" His voice was softer and coaxed in an unfamiliar emotion.

"What is that?"

"What?"

"That emotion. You're feeling it..."

"Um... Concern? Empathy? Guiltiness?"

"Why do you feel guilty?"

"Because I made you cry."

"I'm not crying."

"Maybe not on the inside, but you are on the outside."

I withdrew from his mind and returned to my sobbing form. Stop crying! You look weak!

My conscious walked towards me in my mind. Weakness isn't bad you know.

I know that! Just stop! STOP IT!

"Grim!"

I glanced up at the person who had just banged their fist on the table. "Huh?"

Stark looked concerned, along with all of my other comrades. "Are you okay? You don't usually
have meltdowns in public."

I grabbed Loki's arm in response. "I know." He was tense under my firm grip. "It's all so very complicated." I sniffed, snuggling the appendage.

"Errrrm... Am I seeing correctly?"

"Yeah Capsicle, Death is cuddling the Rock of Ages/Reindeer Games."

"Yes, Man of Iron." Thor snorted at Tony's smart remark.

I simply rolled my eyes. "I'm not cuddling. I'm hugging. Cuddling would be two-sided snuggling."

Loki glanced at me with tinted cheeks. "You're actually cutting the circulation off in my arm."

I reddened and released his arm instantly. "S-Sorry."

"Awwww." Natasha squealed. "Grim and Loki."

"Man, Grim I wish your father would have given you a more feminine name." Tony sighed. "They sound like a yaoi couple."

Pepper's brain started to blow smoke."What would their couple name be? Groki? Lrim? Huh?"

I paled. We weren't even a couple. That thought hadn't even crossed my brain. ONCE. Even though all of 'my type' arrows were pointing at him.

"Lorim? Wait who's dominant?"

"Errr, I think Grim is."

"Oh... Griki?"

Lorim sounded nice. I think.

Loki was currently watching me.

Can I take you for a walk?

How did you get in my head, Trickster?

Just answer my question.

Why must we leave my friends?

They're annoying me and I was curious whether you wanted to come with me or not.

Where to?

Somewhere.

Like?

A park?

Hmmm. Okay.

Hold my hand.

I grabbed his hand firmly and we vanished from the club/restaurant/coffeehouse.

I bursted out laughing as we appeared in a random park. "Loki they'll be worried sick about us, darling!"

"What's with the accent, love?"

I held his hand loosely, and walked with him. "I dunno. I was kind of feeling it for a moment."

"If you're going to sound like a rich woman going to a tea-get-together, you need to go to one in real life so that your accent sounds real."

"They're called tea parties."

"Tea parties?"

"Yes."

"So many things I don't know huh?"

"I could teach you." (I could show you the world~)

"What could I possibly learn from you, mortal?"

"Immortal."

"Immortal? Humph. Midgardian?"

"I am a Midgardian." I cheesed. "It shouldn't really matter what I am though. In the end I still am the Grim Reaper."

"Ok, really? What's your real name?"

"You'll have to marry me if I tell you."

He shrugged."Alright."

I gaped at how straightforward he was being."Really? Isn't this a bit sudden?"

"I've been watching you for some time now, so I'm comfortable with the idea."

Loki is such a creep.

"That wasn't a polite thought." he muttered, swinging our hands as we walked past people and couples sitting on benches.

"Heh." I stared up at the starry night sky. "Sorry."

He looked up at the sky as well. We stopped walking. "Lovely night, huh?"

"I sometimes wish that every night the sky would sparkle like this."

"You should see the sky at night in Asgard. It really is magnificent."

A small smile formed on my lips."I should, shouldn't I?"

Loki turned to stare at me with amused emerald eyes. "Yes. I could take you with me."

"Wouldn't that be exciting." I said sarcastically, turning to stare at him.

"I'm serious..."

I smiled. "And I'm accepting your offer."

"Then it's a plan."

I nodded and started walking again, intertwining our fingers."Is Asgard pretty?"

"Yes. It's golden. Pretty is actually an understatement. Asgard is breathtakingly beautiful and magical all at the same time."

"Magical." I blinked, letting the word roll off of my tongue like water.

"Speaking of magical... If I get to take you to Asgard I want you to meet my mother."

A blush painted my cheeks at his words. "The Allmother?"

He laughed at my question. "Yes."

"Oh wow, that would be an honor. I must accept."

"Good."

"I mean how could I ever make it up to you?"

"Marry me."

"You're serious?"

"As serious as the god of lies and mischief could ever get."

"Would it be bad if I agree to marry you?"

"Of course not."

"Okay. Then I guess I will agree when you propose to me properly."

Loki stopped walking and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Propose?"

"It's the midgardian way of initiating courting."

"How does that work?"

"Well basically a guy gets down on his knee and pops out an engagement ring and asks 'Will you marry me?'. But everything leading up to that question has to be life changing, beautiful, and romantic."

Loki thought over the new information. "And do I ask for your parent's approval?"

"Ermmm I'm an orphan, but traditionally yes, you would ask."

He paled at the new information."Oh. What happened to your parents?"

"I killed them." The silence over us was heart-stopping. "I didn't do it on purpose. My powers were out of control when I was born. Everything I touched died."

"Oh, so if you touched a tree it would die?"

"Yes."

"Do you have control now?"

"Of course! If I didn't everything would be dead right now. My powers are only used for severe missions, such as:

Torturing
Destroying mega-villains
Disabling a nuclear weapon
Ridding of an unusual disease

And other stuff."

"How could you disable a nuclear weapon?"

"Watch this." I sighed, walking over to the light post. "Let go of my hand and take five steps back."

He followed my orders and watched my skin turn charcoal grey. My once mahogany hair was now as black as darkness itself. My dark brown eyes were now completely silver, and the outline of a skeleton covered my now naked body.

Crap I rotted my clothes. I guess I can make new ones magically appear.

I focused all of my energy into my hands and touched the light post. The black paint chipped away in a huff of wind, and rust started to form in the blink of an eye. "Death is pure chaos." I snarled, trying my best to not sound as demented and corrupted as I appeared. The light had went out only moments ago and the entire structure was starting to disintegrate.

Loki watched with his mouth open. The amount of power I possessed was truly astonishing. It was quite obvious that I was holding back, to ensure the safety of everyone and thing around me.

"Chaos is my element." he muttered.

Oh I know. Your soul rolls in it.

I snickered at my thoughts, and soon realized my snicker sounded like an old man hacking out his lung.

I evolved back into my human form, being sure to make clothes appear with my form.

I twirled in my grey jean jumper, extending my arms so that my white sweater would form without wrinkles. The only thing I had managed to save was my shoes and necklace, along with my lucky silver satchel that held my tablet; so I still had them on.

"So you'd pretty much make the nuke disintegrate?"

"Yeah. And with diseases I can figure out the cure when surrounded by people with it."

"Like cancer?"

"Yeah. But the government has that under control and identified. It's just a matter of the severe unknown stuff."

"Hmmm."

I scanned the area and squealed when I saw a playground. "Oh my gosh! I never got to play on these!" Happily I ran to the playground, and started swinging.

Loki followed with a whimsical glint in his eyes. "Isn't this a children area?"

I ignored his question and started swinging. "My foster mother never let me play on the playground with other kids."

"Why not?"

I paled thinking about the reason."I'd kill them. I'm not allowed to forget that I'm a monster. Everyone's life is held literally in the palm of my hand."

"How are you a monster?"

"You've never seen me in action. What I just showed you was the G-rated scene. You haven't seen the R-rated ones yet."

The mischievous man sat on the swing next to mine, and watched me swing and laugh with a childish excitement. Right now I probably looked like a nine-year-old and I honestly didn't care.

"Maybe you're a nice monster."

"My half brother is the 'Ghost Rider'."

"Who?"

"The flaming skeleton on a bike?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"It's a midgardian thing. Nevermind." I stopped swinging and stared at him. "Tell me about an Asgardian thing."

"Lady Sif and the Warriors Three."

"Are you talking about Hogun, Frandral, and Volstagg?"

He nodded. "Yes. Those are Thor's best friends. Sif is one as well, but she kinda has the hots for him."

Loki appeared distraught, talking about Asgard.

"Why do you seem so..."

If I say blue you have every right to slap me.

"-blue talking about Asgard? Asgard on the most part seems like a storybook of tales itself."

"Blue?" Loki started examining himself nervously.

"What's wrong?"

"Underneath all of this magic...is a cold-blooded monster."

Loki. Blue. Asgard.

FROST GIANT.

Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding.

YOU'RE A WINNER!

I slapped my forehead."Oh, I forgot about that."

"Huh?"

"Laufey... Bloodline. Loki. Yeah~"

"How did you-?"

"I am Death, yah know."

"Nevermind."

"I feel like Frost Giants are overrated. They aren't as monstrous as they appear."

"How would you know?"

"I'm talking with one right now."

"I'm not like the rest! I was an outcast! I was the runt of the litter left for dead."

"Not necessarily. Laufey loved you dearly, but him being a king he didn't have the ability to be affectionate. He couldn't be. To be a man of so much power and have a weakness that's so small is equivalent to Achilles stabbing himself in his heel."

"YOU KNOW NOTHING."

I watched him close his eyes bitterly.

Loki was standing up while yelling. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PAIN!"

"You're right. I don't." I sighed pulling him into a hug. "I would never understand the the pain of being feared. I'd never understand the pain of never being wanted, or the pain of never being excepted. The pain of living a lie or being used at the same time. I'd never understand the miserable pain inside my chest that makes my heart ache and hands burn, every time I see a kid doing kid-things with their parents. I don't understand anything. You're completely right."

His sniffles and sobs were only audible to my ears, and his tears only fell graciously on my shoulder. He nuzzled only into my neck; and it was only then, at that moment, that Loki realized that I did understand his pain. I wasn't pitying him or sympathizing, or shedding tears for him, I didn't stand here claiming that I knew him like the back of my hand, because knowing only urges the unpredictable. All I did was state the obvious.

Obviously.

"I'm sorry."

I snorted at his unnecessary apology."Why are you sorry?"

"I shouldn't have yelled at you. It was quite childish."

"It's fine. You needed to do that."

"Thanks." he sniffed again, squeezing me in the hug before releasing me. He wiped his eyes.

"Welkies. Now, can you take me home now? I'm sleepy."

"Sure thing. Do you have all of your things?"

"Yes'ir."

"You know the routine."

I grabbed his hand and we vanished on the spot. We appeared outside of Tony's home.

"Well thanks for taking me out." I smiled, staring up at him.

"Yeah sure anytime." he smiled.

"So was this like a date or... just hanging out?"

Loki reddened, smoothing his hair down, regardless of it's still perfect status. "I guess this was a date."

"Oh." I couldn't help but beam at that. Whoa I have a boyfriend!

Yes you do, dear.

I laughed at him. "Stop reading my thoughts. That's technically cheating in the figure-me-out game."

"Okay."

I dug into my satchel and pulled out a small envelope. "Here. Call me whenever."

He took it and smiled. Loki pulled out a bouquet of roses out of thin air. "Here."

I took the gift and bounced up on my tippy-toes to kiss him goodnight. "See yah."

ON THE CHEEK. I wasn't about to kiss him on the lips on our first date.

I walked into the house and closed the door behind me.

"GRIMMMMMM! WHERE DID LOKI AND YOU GO?! WE'VE BEEN CALLING AND TEXTING YOU ALL NIGHT!"

"Have you really?" I blink innocently, as I pulled out my phone.

119 missed calls. 623 text messages. Dang.

"YEEEEESSSS!" Pepper screeched. "YOU'RE ONLY NINETEEN AND- Where did you get those roses?"

"Loki gave them to me." I blushed, clutching the bouquet nervously.

"You guys are dating now?" Tony asked curiously.

"Ermmm maybe."

My phone beeped and I glanced down to check.

Loki: Yes.

Me: How did your name come up with your message? I never saved you as a contact.

Loki: Magic.

Me: Of course.

Pepper was loosing her patience."WHO ARE YOU TEXTING?"

"My boyfriend?" I grinned sheepishly at the couple on the couch.

"Well I hope you don't mind explaining that to Nick tomorrow."

"Mehhhh. I've got it all under control. I just need to finish my report first."

My phone beeped again.

Loki: Good luck.

Me: ?

Loki: Nick hates me for smashing most of NY.

Me: Well Banner broke Brooklyn and Manhattan.

Loki: He's the Hulk, I am the Silvertongue.

Me: Omgwah~ I thought you were going to be cocky and say 'I am the Loki.'.

Loki: Ahahaha. Not that self-centered. ;)

Me: Gotta do some work. =_=

Loki: Well okay. Bye. X's and O's.

I snickered at that. He's been hanging out with Thor too much. That blondie stays in touch with his feminine side all the time. Hugs and Kisses... really?!

Me: XOXO

I walked up the stairs and got to work.