Author's Note - Hope you're all still with me from that last chapter ;-). This has been an interesting one for me to write, first person isn't something I do, so it's been a bit hard for me to tackle especially when I want to switch perspective and tell you what Loki's thinking, but I can't. I'm still reeling from the response I received from this story, I'm so overwhelmed and ecstatic so thank you, thank you, thank you all so, so much!

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I drifted in and out of sleep in Loki's arms; the cold of his skin barely bothered me anymore. I heard a knock on door. The god kissed my forehead lightly before leaving my side. My eyes were heavy with sleep but I heard most of the conversation.

"We need to leave," it was the archer I had met earlier. His voice was urgent, like they were late for something. Then there was a pause, "Is she coming?"

I waited intently for what Loki would say. This task was unknown to me but I was afraid to be parted from him for too long. I held my breath as he started to speak, "Yes, the girl is bound to me and whatever fate that may lead her to. We will be ready soon Agent Barton."

"Understood," the mortal said and I heard the door closed.

I heard Loki sigh slightly as he walked back over to me. Touching my face to rouse me, "My darling we need to leave soon. I need you with me, do you understand?"

"Yes Loki."

"Good girl," he smiled. "I will have Agent Barton to get you some clothes."

He left with a soft kiss on my lips but there was something in his demeanor that was off. He was always sure, confident, but now my master was afraid. As I contemplated the many reasons why the Asgardian shouldn't be afraid of anything the realization hit me; Loki was afraid of losing me. I sat on the bed stunned and dumbfounded. How could he possibly be fearful of losing me? I was nothing, content to be his plaything for as long as he'd keep me, but I never could have dreamed that he would be feeling the same way I was. I took the things he had said to me as what he knew I wanted to hear. A knock on the door broke into my thoughts. Wrapping myself in a sheet I answered the door to see the bowman.

"I brought these for you," his voice quiet. "We leave in five."

He handed me a plain shirt, jeans and sneakers. "Thank you," I told him, "I'll be ready soon." Barton left me to get dressed. I dressed quickly and left to find Loki but he was waiting for me.

"Are you ready?" he smiled but it faltered slightly.

"Yes," I told him. I wanted to scream that he didn't need to worry about me, I was replaceable, but my voice failed. I could only plead with my eyes. The Asgardian looked at me cupping my cheek and nodded, he knew what I was trying to say.

Moving to grab my hand and we vanished again like we had in Germany. I looked around and we appeared to be in another warehouse only this one was filled with crates and looked to be almost military. The god gave my hand a firm squeeze, "Stay close and stay behind me Chastity," his eyes filled with care. "I want nothing unintentional to happen to you."

I nodded as we made our way down the long corridor. I started to wonder what unintentional things could possibly happen that would make him worry so. Where had he taken me? What were we doing? I stayed behind Loki as we continued walking, it was quiet, then someone dropped something in one of the rooms and it made me scream. Loki covered my mouth but it was too late whoever it was had heard me.

The door slid open and it was the soldier from Germany. His eyes wide as he looked at me and my master once again; first there was shock then anger took over. He dropped the weapon he had in his hand and came after the Asgardian with all speed but not before yelling at me, "Move kid!"

I stood my ground but this time instead of using me to stop the attack my master pushed me out of the way. I landed on the floor with a thud. The pain on my backside was ignored as I stared on in horror at the altercation between the soldier and Loki. Then a few more men and a woman came running out to help the soldier. It was an odd looking group all running after the god. The smallest of the men came to my side and picked me up.

"You're safe now," his voice was kind as he tried to pull me away from the fight.

"NO!" I screamed and fought with him and the woman came over helping the man in the suit. Loki looked over at me getting distracted and the soldier and a man with a hammer got the upper hand.

"Take him away," a man with an eye patch said.

"What about the girl?" the man holding me asked my fight dying as I found Loki's eyes.

I was scrutinized with his one good eye before he said, "Keep her away from him."

My eyes widened in horror and before I could react I heard Loki's voice. "I understand there is nothing I could ask of you that would be honored," his eyes trained on me as I struggled against the man in the suit. "However, if I could request that she stay with me," his voice was still and did not reveal his true feelings.

"Brother," the blonde with the hammer said and the word caught my ears. I stopped fighting and looked at them.

"Now is not the time Odinson," Loki spat the words, there was nothing but repugnance for his brother.

The man with the eye patch thought for a moment, "If it'll keep some peace on my boat, fine. Coulson, Rogers this way."

The man in the suit and the soldier took us to a room with a large, round and clear cell. The soldier pushed Loki into the cell and Coulson walked me in. I then ran to my master's arms. I was shaking almost on the verge of tears. I was confused and scared. The god comforted me as best he could then sat me down as the man with the eye patch addressed him.

"You might want to move and keep the girl back." He walked to a control panel as Loki pulled me tight to his chest. The bottom of the cell opened revealing we were up in the air. The strong and cold wind gusted up, gathering my hair around my face and I clung to Loki as the bottom was closed again. "Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?" The man motioned to Loki, "Ant," then to himself, "boot."

I stared wide-eyed at this one eyed man completely terrified was he going to drop us from this height. Loki would survive, but I wouldn't. I cast my frightened gaze to Loki and he held me close as he addressed the man.

"It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me."

The man shook his head, "Built for something a lot stronger than you."

I was stunned, what could there be that was stronger than the Asgardian. I looked at Loki then the man addressing him. The soldier and Coulson were still in the room, it was plain to see the concern on their faces.

"Sir, if I could interrupt. The girl, she can't be more than 17 and obviously under the same thrall as Barton and Selvig, we need to keep her away from him."

Loki laughed, "You fail to see that there are some in humanity that can see me for my true glory. She is under no thrall and will not be parted from me, isn't that right Captain?"

"What is he talking about Rogers?"

"That's the girl in Germany that he took. The one he threatened to kill if I tried to stop him. She refused to leave him."

I looked between the three men now staring at me, scrutinizing me and I felt naked, almost ashamed. Burying my face into Loki's chest turning away from their probing eyes but I could still feel the burn of their gaze on me.

"This is not about her or her behavior is it?" My master pulled my face to his, "No matter what I say, I will keep you safe my love." Pulling me into his chest, circling his protective arms around me as he continued to taunt these men, "This is about how desperate you've become."

"Desperate? You're clinging to a 17 year old girl you can't protect and threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill cause it's fun. I'm surprised you've kept her alive so long. You have made me very desperate. You and your plaything might not be glad you did," the man's voice was full of anger, but it was a righteous anger.

I turned my head to listen confused with all that had happened in a few short days. I trusted Loki entirely; there was no piece of me that didn't belong to him. But the way this man, who had threatened my life, spoke about his world was so passionate, it was very convincing. My head spun with the words being thrown about and Loki's scent invading my senses. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and my body went limp.