Lyrics belong to the Eagles:) I was listening to it and had to add it in there.

Somebody's gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through
Somebody's gonna come undone
Nothin we can do

"How come I keep finding you in bars?"

He looked up at her from the corner of his eye and smiled a little, taking his glass with the tips of his fingers and swirling the ice. "I could ask you the same thing."

She smiled and perched on the stool beside him, flagging down a pretty blonde waitress. "I come here every once in awhile," she ordered a glass of milk, just as she had the last time they met in a bar. "How come you've been avoiding me?"

"Avoiding you," he hummed, mulling her words over. "How have I been avoiding you?"

She nodded to the bartender and then waved her off, taking a slow sip of her milk. "Haven't seen you in weeks," as she set her milk down, she took to circling the rim with her finger. "Since I saw what you can do, I've been looking for you."

Her voice was a pained whisper and caused Loki to look up again. "Why is that?"

She smiled at him. "I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to see you again," she cringed. "Did that sound creepy?"

He nodded, scratching at his chin. "Impossibly so," he smiled at her. "But, I have to admit," the bourbon was seeped through him to the bone, he could speak his mind. "I have searched for you as well."

Her cheeks flushed. "R-Really," she cleared her throat and grumbled. "I mean, really?"

Loki chuckled as she tried to change her disposition. She was a mixture of things, he couldn't admit he didn't like it. He took another sip of his drink and leaned towards herslightly. "Oh yes," he hummed a little. "But, let's not talk business right now."

Jay smiled. "Good," she closed her eyes a little. "I like this song anyway."

"A song about heartache," he shook his head slightly. "You mortals fascinate me sometimes."

She paused in her praise of the song and cocked her head at him. "You just called me a human…"

He bit his tongue harshly. "That I did," he muttered.

She swallowed around a lump in her throat. "What are you?"

He looked to her, almost giving in to her question, but he just waved a hand at her. "I believe it best if you not know."

As his hand lay flat on the counter, she slammed hers over it. He stared at her in slight shock, seeing her jaw set and her eyes firm. She wouldn't let this go. He raised a slow eyebrow and pulled his hand out from under hers, taking his glass in his hand. He watched her from the corner of his eye as he took a long, painfully slow, sip from his drink. He gauged her reaction. She didn't give much of one, but he could see the impatience in her face and wanted to laugh.

As he set the glass down, he smiled. "Would you like to see what I am?"

Somebody's gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through

She smiled, tilting her head slightly to the right. "If you're willing to show…"

He took a small sip of his drink, the very last drop, and when he looked back to her, his eyes were a brilliant show of red. "Are you sure?"

She hesitated, her heart skipping a beat. Her throat was dry, her lips were chapped and her hands were shaking. What the hell was going on? His irises swirled for a moment, like hot lava, and she felt something else move in her. She shook her head stiffly, sliding down from the bar stool.

"Come on," she whispered, scared but something else.

Everybody wants' to take a little chance
Make it come out right

"Where are you taking me," he murmured against the back of her throat, edging her further.

She swallowed again, turning and finding they were alone in a faintly lit section of the city. Her fingers dropped his and she found his eyes again, which were still that brilliant lava. Oh my, was this how being a damsel in distress felt? When she found her prince? She wondered…

"What are you," she asked for the second time that night, the twentieth in her head, in her pondering.

Her eyes faintly trailed across his throat, which was fading towards blue, strangely curved patterns coming across his exposed collar bone. When she looked back to his face, the same patterns were across his cheeks and forehead. Her lips parted and trembled, her fingers itching to touch his face. Was he rough or smooth? Going by color alone, she knew he was cold.

"Jotun," his voice was deep and accented thickly.

It wasn't an accent she had heard before, it wasn't all that pleasing to the ears. It made her almost fear for her life.

"Is this really you," she whispered. "Or another illusion?"

His face lost its smirk and grew stoic. "No illusion," he shook his head. "And this is my natural state, the pale skin you have grown accustomed to is but an illusion at this point."

There was something he wasn't telling her.

But she wasn't a bitch.

She wasn't overly nosey, though her job demanded it.

She didn't want to upset him, make him become aggravated with her, drive him away.

She wanted him to stay close, she wanted him to stay by her side.

"You're not gonna run off now, are you," she whispered.

"I was thinking about it."

Her eyes held a sad desperation. "And I was gonna lose my memories, right?"

"Possibly."

"Why?"

"Because I cannot risk you being in harm's way, because of me."

Now, if that wasn't chivalrous, Jay didn't know what was. A smile broke out across her face and she jumped forward, taking his face in her hands and she kissed him. He was freezing. If she wasn't flushed so high, her lips would have surely stuck to his.

She wouldn't have minded having to lick them from his.

When she let him go, the blue color had drained from his skin and was now replaced by a blush that almost matched her own. His hands were held out at his sides and he wasn't linking. She picked at her nails, her whole body shaking in excitement and nervousness.

"Was it that bad," she muttered, feeling her pride slightly struck.

He shook his head slowly, coming back to reality. "Head rush," he muttered. He stared down at her for a moment until he smiled. "Would you like to come back with me?"

She stared at him oddly. "Um…where?"

"To my place?"

Was she suddenly lit on fire?

"I-I don't know about that," she stuttered painfully, ruffling her hair.

He laughed. "I do not mean for anything other than polite conversation."

"Well, why not just go back to the bar?"

"Because," he reached out for her hand. "I know you do not drink, and I am not particularly fond of the scene myself."

"Yet you're always there," she took his hand, her tummy twisting in unimaginable ways.

He was silent for a moment. "I believe I have tried to drown myself in alcohol for the past year."

She looked up at him with a strange look on her face. Drown…drown himself in alcohol? So, was he admitting he was an alcoholic?

"Why?"

He looked down at her briefly and then forward, stopping her at the streets edge. "I prefer to keep that to myself, for the time being."

There would be more time?