"So why exactly am I here?" The red headed girl raised an eyebrow at the much darker skinned man. Nick Fury was his name and it didn't seem like joking was his game. Her golden eyes wondered around the building, seeing people rush from side to side. This whole place seemed to never stop.
"It seems as if the world's great destroyer has taken a liking to you, and quite frankly I'm tired of hearing him moan and groan about you." Nick pursed his lips together before speaking again, "You understand this will be no walk in the park. He can be violent. I mean you had to have seen the news. You will be his caretaker. That means if he goes all crazy again and tries to burn the world to the ground it's your ass were coming after."
"I understand." She said, not really sure why she was taking on this challenge. After all, just a few days ago she was ready to jump from a bridge. She was kicked out of school for lack of tuition, lost her job due to the business closing down (from being damaged by Loki's attacks), all of her family had long since passed and quite frankly she was just tired. Tired of life, tired of being the person people looked down on. When she was approached (more like randomly shoved into the Stark building) by Nick Fury she figured why the hell not. At least she might have a reason to live now again.
She was brought out of her thoughts by the sounds of Fury's feet moving against the hard cold tile. He walked away quickly, her five foot two frame having a bit of trouble keeping up with him, but she managed just fine. He led her down a brightly lit hallway towards the large metal plated elevator.
"Now you've signed all the paper work. Amelia Bernhaart no longer exist to the outside world, that way no one could find out you're here and protecting one of the world's greatest villains. Your physical checked out with a clean bill of health, congrats on that. Clean background. Degree in psychology. Have a feeling that will help you here." He paused as he looked down at the papers in his hand, only stopping to reach for the elevator button, "Don't care about your family's past. Are you following all this?"
She nodded as she stepped into the elevator behind him, admiring the bright red stone tile that stood out against the black walls.
"Now what the press doesn't know and now that we can speak about it in private, Loki seemed to be controlled. We no longer believe he was acting on his own accordance. This has left him in…rough…condition. Why he wanted you so badly I couldn't tell you but if it makes things more smooth around here than I'm willing to allow it, however I will be saying I told you so at your funeral if he kills you. I'm not going to sugar coat anything. You're a big girl. You made this decision. Here's your stop." The sounds of yelling met her ears, making Fury sigh and shake his head, "Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D Ms. Bernhaart, and try not to get killed. Got enough paper work to fill out."
With that she stepped from the elevator, seeing the culprits of the loud yelling. The god of Thunder and the God of Mischief were nearly at each other's throats. About what she couldn't tell you, but her head already hurt and she hadn't even formally introduced herself yet.
"Excuse me!" She yelled much louder than she expected. The blond man before her stopped instantly and looked upon her presence.
"Who are you?!" Thor, eyed her up and down, clearly confused by the appearance of the small girl. Compared to Loki she looked minuscule. His six foot four frame easily towered her.
"Apparently his care taker. Amelia Bernhaart." She spoke quickly, starting to the feel the weight of Loki's gaze upon her. He was a lot more handsome in person. Not that she believed that was even possible. His frame was long and thin, but she could tell there was more than a little muscle behind him. His Asgardian ware made him look elegant, in a way that made her want to have her way with him. She wouldn't lie. The man was attractive, but this was her job now and there wasn't any chance that she would sleep with him.
"Ahh I knew they'd find you." He spoke suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts. A smirk was ever so present on his think lips, a slight chuckle rising from his chest. He looked out of place with the New York skyline behind him. His regal look made her want to pluck the skyline from behind him and place castles and the great stars of the universe instead.
"They did. Although I'm not sure why me." Her eyes met the ocean colored eyes of her new boss, not truly understanding why in the world he'd want such a boring girl.
"Brother leave us please." A low grumble was heard from Thor as he nodded and left the two of them alone. Her breath slightly hitched at the thought of being a lone with the unfamiliar man for a second before forcing herself to relax. Don't worry. There's cameras, they can see all that I do."
"I figured." She spoke, a lot softer than before as she noticed he was a lot closer than before. His breath was ice cold on the side of her face as he bent down, carefully examining her. She carefully withheld the shiver that wanted to course through her body, but she could tell he knew his effect.
"So you won't engage in a physical relationship with me?" his chuckle echoed throughout her body as she turned her head to stare him. A smirk that matched his own appeared on her lips as she shook her head. "Do you know the requirements of this job?"
"I do, as Fury said "don't get killed". Oh, and according to all of the world I no longer exist." She shrugged her shoulders, gaging the interged reaction of the man before her. "Now before we get started on this whole caretaker business I have some question."
"I suppose I can honor that, if you answer my own as well." This surprised her. The media played Loki as not caring about anyone but himself so why would he ever care about her. None the less she gave into his request as he held his hand out motioning for them to adorn to the living room.
"I can deal with that." She agreed as they walked through the more than lavish suite. The whole floor screamed Loki. Green walls with Golden trims and back furniture. The large window allowed the most light she had even seen through the room.
"Admiring the view?" He spoke, resting upon the large couch that faced the window, surely a spot she could get used to.
"I am. Fury said you get violent. What exactly does that mean?" Her back was faced to him, staring out at the people who looked like ants below. It scared her that someone as tall as Loki could seem like a parasite on the face of the earth, barely even there.
"I…I walk in my sleep so to speak. I relive the moments of torture I endured. People often get hurt when I relive it." He spoke. His hands rested in each other, twisting as he leaned forward. She could see the slight reflection of his head hanging low before jerking up, "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" She laughed, turning to look at the confused man behind her. He ran his ling thin fingers through his raven hair.
"I am the god of mischief, the god of lies, and I told you the truth. I could have easily lied, told you that I wasn't. I could have left you unknowing the danger you have put yourself in." He looked honestly perplexed. His blue eyes scanned over her. There was nothing special about her, not to the average eye, but Loki could see so much more. She cared about people even with the worst ideas about the person they might be on the inside. In fact, he could already tell she cared about him to an extent.
"I've always be able to get the truth out of people." She laughed once more. Truth be told it caused her more grief than good. Loki didn't seem the type to hold anything back from anyone so it was no surprise that this too would probably cause her to be hurt.
"How much do you know about me, dear mortal?" His charming smirk was back once more. He was toying with her now, seeing her reaction upon the quickness of his own question.
"I've read the myths, watched your destruction of New York, cost me my job by the way. I know you have six children, most of which are not human. Still confused on how you had a child on your own by the way. I know you are Thor's younger brother, adopted of course, but that your mother loved you dearly. I know you are the god of mischief and trickery, and I know you don't want anyone to know one thing." She had successfully whipped the smirk off of his face and planted one on her own lips instead, "I know you don't want anyone to know the true level of the damage that crushing the world caused you."
A less than pleased look crossed his face as he stood. She couldn't lie about the slight terror that ensued as he covered the space between them with just three long strides. Her back hit the cold hard glass behind her as she took a step she didn't even realize she took. His fingers spread out against the glass above her head, trapping her between the glass window and his hard body. His face was level to hers, making him bend a great deal. His eyes were searching for something. Maybe the look of her betrayal like she was sure so many had done to him before, but he wouldn't find it. She was set on doing everything she could to help the lost god before her. He was her fallen god, in a world where she didn't believe in gods.
"Loki I don't want to know about your family's past right now, nor your need to trick people, how your Jotun side takes form, although I am curious. I just want to know what's hurting you inside so I can help you. I promise Loki Laufeyson, I will do everything I can to bring you the peace you need."