Hi guys. I know it's been long since my last update (again) even if I really tried to do better this time. Actually, I typed up most of this the same day I posted the last chapter in a sudden burst of inspiration, unfortunately I got stuck after that. Then, when I finally thought I would be able to finish this, school got in the way. I've been stressed out of my mind and too exhausted to even think about writing anything.

But, enough of that! I hope this chapter at least partly make up for my long absence.

Korra941: I'm glad you liked it and thank you for your review, it really makes it easier to write :)

Guest: Thank you so much for understanding, I don't want to let you guys down but sometimes there's so many other things in the way *sigh* but it really made my day when I read your review! Your comments are gold (I'm assuming from the style on it that you're the one who has written before, and even if they're not, this one is gold too!) and I hope you'll like the continuation :)

Disclaimer: I'm flattered if you think I've had any part in creating either of these universes. Sadly, only the plot is mine, except from some scenes out of the Avengers movie.

Loki looked out over the hangar. Apart from Selvieg, who was trying to figure out how to make the portal work, and the demigods, who were standing at attention in front of him, the room was empty. He let himself regret the decision to leave Barton behind, he had been quite the asset. Alas, he had been injured at the time and had not been able to think over the decision clearly, he did not have time to moan over past mistakes now.

He could see how the captured half-gods' eyes strayed towards Percy who was standing slightly behind Loki, especially the one who Loki had taken down himself. There was something to be explored there, some past history between them, but he must be careful unless he wanted Percy to be stolen from him.

"Remember, I want you to inform me of every single possibility you find. No matter how insignificant you find it, I want to know about it."

Loki could see a faint struggle in the eyes of the boy radiating death. His eyes began to lose the blue colour the sceptre had given them. Loki prepared himself to use the spell he had had to use on Percy previously, but then, Torrington laid a threatening hand on the boy's shoulder and the boy's eyes started to glow bright blue again.

The Torrington boy kept his hand on the other's shoulder even when they both left to follow Loki's orders. When the both of them had exited the hangar he began wandering towards his room, Percy following closely behind.

The demigod had been behaving different ever since his imprisonment at the Helicarrier. He was no longer fighting against the god's every order and he did not seem to detest his presence as much either. Loki had found himself wondering over the change, but hadn't come up with a solution yet. Not a plausible one, at least.

During the walk they met no one. Of course, Loki had arranged it so he was the sole inhabitant in this part of their hideout and it wasn't unusual that these corridors were empty. Because of Percy's strong resistance towards mind control in the early stage of his capture, Loki had moved all the other soldiers and demigods so no one was close to his own rooms. It was never foolish to be cautious in situations like these.

With Percy's steps slowing to a halt behind him he stopped outside his room. He closed his eyes and sent out small tendrils of magic to feel if someone was waiting for him inside. As soon as he felt that the room was empty and would be safe to enter he pushed down the door handle and stepped inside, leaving the door open for Percy.

A weary sigh wanted to slip out of him when he finally heard the door close, but he didn't dare. He wasn't completely sure if he could trust the others obedience if he did. And even if that was the case, he wasn't very fond of showing weakness in front of others. He hadn't been before, when he was young and the Asgardian's had mocked his every wrong step, and he wasn't now when he knew better.

Deep in his own thoughts as he was he didn't hear that Percy had moved closer until he felt the soft touch of fingertips on his back. Unfortunately for the demigod, Loki didn't react well. He whirled around and thrust out an arm which connected heavily with the younger male's belly. With an "Ugh" he stumbled backwards until his head hit the wall with a dull thud. The half-god stayed on his feet but had to lean on the wall until he gained his footing again.

Immediately, Loki wanted to rush forward to check if he was okay, but he forced himself to take slow measured steps instead, giving Percy the time to recover from his dizziness. When he stood before the demigod at last, the male gazed up at him, not a trace of anger in his unnatural blue eyes, only a deep understanding.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he reached out, caressed Percy's cheek and he felt warmth bloom out like a flower inside his belly when he leaned into the touch. Loki almost recoiled when he realized how much he wanted him. How he longed for the other's closeness. In some far off corner in his mind he remembered feeling something resembling this, how he had wanted his mother to hold him close, to make him feel safe and loved. And yet, this wasn't similar at all. Because he wanted more, wanted to be closer to Percy than he had ever wanted with his mother.

He held his breath as Percy slowly, hesitantly, moved his head closer. A nervous glance to his eyes before they focused on Loki's lips. Loki closed his eyes and breathed out the breath he had been holding. A warm puff of hot air hit his face in return and he almost opened his eyes again, wanting to see how close Percy was.

The question was soon answered, though, when he finally felt the soft press of lips against his. He sighed softly and angled his head for a better fit, loving the warm touch from the other. When they parted a few moments later he fluttered his eyes open, gazing back at the wonderful man in front of him. With uncharacteristic gentleness he closed the distance between them again but this time, he just rested his forehead in the crook of Percy's neck.

For the first time since Thor's failed coronation he felt happy, at peace, and he fervently hoped that he would stay that way. That Percy would stay here with him. Because with this revelation of his feelings for the demigod came the realisation that he couldn't keep Percy under his control. He had to know if the boy loved him or if it was just a consequence of the sceptre's influence.

Tomorrow, he promised himself, tomorrow I will release him.