"Hide me!" Taylor hissed at Loki again. He was currently frozen, staring at the door to his room which he brother was leaning on. At any given time he could walk into the room and find the two of them. "LOKI!" The blonde tossed a pillow across the bed and hit the god's chest. Just then, Thor pushed on the door and, while still talking with the maid, began to step into the room backwards.

Loki cursed under his breath and waved his hand at the blonde, sending her into the bathroom, the door flying shut behind her. It was just in time, because the second she vanished, Thor turned around to face his brother.

"Loki!" He grinned, "I hope I am not disturbing you."

"No of course not," he lied with ease, his emerald orbs following Thor's heavy footsteps around the room.

"Good. I just came to see if you have perhaps seen Lady Stark? I was planning to escort her to dinner."

Loki's eyes narrowed as jealousy bubbled deep within him.

"No… I haven't seen her." He spoke through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists again. Thor of course didn't seem to notice, as he was already retreating from the room. He had his answer, so why stay when there was food to be eaten?

"Very well, brother. If you do see her, tell her I was seeking her." And without another word, the prince left the room.

Loki waited a good ten minutes before teleporting into the bathroom to check on the mortal he had so careless sent away.

"Taylor…? Are you all right?" He looked around the room a moment before spotting her crumpled up in the corner. In the blink of an eye, he was at her side. "Tay..?"

"…What. The. Heck?!" She sat up and rubbed her head, glaring at the Norse who knelt before her. "OW!"

"I'm sorry, darling. But I didn't have any other option.." He frowned.

"Meh… I'll live. He gone?" She stood up and dusted herself off.

"Yes. And he won't be back for quite a while." He stood to his full height and leaned against the wall.

"Good… I don't like him," the blonde made a face.

Loki chuckled and shook his head, "you'd be the first of many to make that statement, my dear little artist. I've not met a woman who has yet to fall for my brother's charm…"

"Well… Now ya have." She giggled and shrugged, letting her oceanic optics linger on his face before diverting them to the golden floor; everything here was literally made of gold. "I like guys with dark hair, green eyes, and brains anyway."

Loki couldn't help but smirk; he knew she was talking about him. He slowly leaned away from the wall he had been leaning on and reached for her hand.

Taylor jumped slightly, staring at the floor still. Her heart was now pounding at full speed against her small ribcage. Like it or not, Loki had an effect on her.

Her jump was unexpected, but he paid it no mind as he gently lifted her head up with an index finger curled beneath her chin. Their eyes met, and he felt like his heart skipped a beat. Taylor, a midgardian, had rendered Loki, a god, speechless, not that he was complaining.

No words were spoken for what seemed like an eternity before Loki finally had to break the perfect silence by releasing the blonde's hand. He watched it fall back to her side as she quietly looked back to the floor. He didn't want her to think she'd done anything wrong, but he just couldn't find his voice…

"I uh…. Bye." Taylor spoke first, turning towards the bathroom door to leave. But she was stopped by Loki's fingers curing around her wrist, and looked up at him. "What…?"

"I was just going to say that I should probably go and eat…"

"Oh… ok. I'll just go back to my room," she offered a small smile and trotted out of the bathroom once her wrist was released. Once she reached his bedroom, she stopped walking and hit herself in the forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she whispered just loud enough for her own ears.

Loki stood in the bathroom as he heard her footsteps stop. They hadn't gone out of earshot yet, therefore she must still be in his room, but why? With quiet steps, the Norse re-entered his bedroom to find Taylor standing in the middle of it. She seemed upset, and he hoped it wasn't because of his actions not but a minute ago. He stared at the long curls that cascaded down her back, watching as the bounced up and down when she turned slightly to look at him, everything about her was absolutely intoxicating.

"…What?" Taylor asked while tilting her head. She could tell Loki wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. Her ocean orbs were bright with curiosity; or were it something else…

"I… You… We…" Loki mentally face-palmed. Why couldn't he just say it? Maybe it was because he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say anyway? Actions speak louder than words, he mused. He watched as Taylor fidgeted slightly, then pulled her close, his lips landing on hers.

Taylor's eyes went wide, but slowly slid closed as she kissed him back. She hadn't exactly expected him to kiss her, but she really didn't know if he wanted to or not. Obviously he did, but why? She just didn't understand it. Out of all the gorgeous goddess she'd seen, he'd taken up interest with her. She would be sure to ask him about it later. If she could remember that is.

Since no protest was made from the Midgardian, Loki slid his hand up into her mass of curls, tangling his fingers in them. Whatever he had intended to say was gone now. He could only think of her.

Loki's hand in her hair just about did it. Taylor's insides were fluttering like butterflies, and she liked it. In fact, she had never once felt this way about anything before. Being with Loki gave her a new sense of security; something she hadn't felt since her mother died when she was only nineteen. She was letting herself fall into a dangerous situation; one that could only dish out trouble and heartbreak. But she just couldn't help it…

Loki and Taylor missed dinner that night. And for Asgardians, that was something you just didn't do. No one noticed Loki's absence of course, but Taylor was missed right away.

"Perhaps she's lost?" Frigga had suggested over entrees. She herself had been fond of the mortal since she'd first laid eyes on her. Taylor had a certain quality about her that made it almost impossible to hate. Almost. There was still the fact that Odin hated mortals, and the perky blonde was no exception. In his eyes, she was a threat to Asgard's way of life. What if Loki were to fall for her? Or worse, Thor? Odin wouldn't have it, and he very boldly voiced his opinion on the matter almost immediately after his wife spoke.

"Then she should be thrown out. We don't need her snooping around the castle."

"Father, she means no harm. She just doesn't want to be unfamiliar with our home is all." Thor readily defended the mortal whom he hoped to win over soon. She was beautiful, and he wanted her.

Odin shot Thor a look that would've killed a normal man before he stood up and left the table, leaving Frigg and Thor to talk amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, it was growing dark outside, and the always twinkling stars were shining even brighter than usual. All the animals had bedded down for the night, and most of the Asgardians had retired to their homes or local taverns, all but Thor, Loki and Taylor. Thor was searching the castle for the mortal, while all the while overlooking the room she as in; Loki's.

Taylor was curled up beneath the emerald covers and gold sheets, fast asleep. Loki lay on his side beside her, idly twisting a golden curl around his finger. Her back was to him now, so he had access to her intoxicating tresses. A smile tugged at his lips with each small sound she made in attempts to pull the covers closer to herself. He really was fond of her, but he felt like there was something else. Could it be that he was falling in love with her? No, he told himself, almost shocked he had even thought of the idea to begin with. Asgardians were forbidden to be with mortals, everyone knew that. But still… love was something that Loki couldn't afford at this point. He was about to pull off the best prank in history, and the last thing he wanted for his father to send her away because of it. The god sighed as he dropped her curl, closing his eyes in an attempt to sleep. He would have to think of someway around this, but not tonight.

Taylor managed to roll over in her sleep; she never had been a still sleeper. She wiggled around in the bed a moment before finally snuggling up next to the man beside her, a small smile forming on her lips as she did.

Loki opened his eyes as he felt her snuggle up next to him, and stared down at her. Suddenly he found himself wondering how he ever could have pushed the thought of a relationship with her aside. Surely his father would make an acception to his rule just once? He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, her soft breathing lulling him into sleep. In the morning they would discuss the matter, but for that night, the two would sleep peacefully.

Morning did come with the cheeriness it normally did. A slow drizzle of rain was there to stay, and Loki hated it. He had woken before the blonde beauty, and had been watching the storm for quite some time now. But, as a baseball through a window breaks the perfectness of the quiet Sunday morning, a clap of thunder rang out through the Realm, breaking the perfect silence Loki had been clinging to. He cringed, and Taylor all but screamed as she sat bolt upright in the bed, her breathing heavy. Loki looked up at her and gently traced his fingertips down her spine.

She shivered at the sensation of Loki's fingers, but it did help calm her, and she flopped back down in the bed. It was unusually cold that morning, so she snugged closer to Loki in an attempt to get warm. "Morning…" she mumbled as she tugged at the covers.

"Morning… did you sleep well, darling?"

"I guess…"

Loki held her close as he stroked her hair, "I'm sorry my brother woke you… something must've upset him."

And something did upset him. After not being able to find Taylor the night before, Thor had gone straight to Loki's room in search of answers for her disappearance. What he found however was completely unexpected. He found Loki, but also he found Taylor. They were curled up in bed, clothes thrown about on the floor beside it. Thor knew then what they had done, and stormed out of the room. That was when the storm had started. He was angry that Loki had done such a thing, and even angrier that Taylor would never be his. Not even for a day. That was had caused the storm, and the thunder was happening each time he thought of what he'd seen that morning. Thor sauntered around the castle, tossing over a few tables and book shelves when they got in his way. Everyone in the castle knew the drill for when Thor was upset: stay away from him. But despite being angry, he hadn't told his father. He knew that if Odin knew what had transpired between the mortal and his brother, they would both be in trouble, and Taylor could possibly be killed.

On the other side of the castle, the perky blonde had taken a shower, grabbed a quick breakfast, and was on her way back to her bedroom when she heard a loud crash. She jumped, a small gasp escaping. Her instinct told her to run, but curiosity got the best of her, and she followed the sound of footsteps into the castle library. There she found Thor tossing a bookshelf across the room, clapping her hands over her ears as it crashed into the wall behind her.

Thor blinked as he saw Taylor enter the room; she was the last person he wanted to see right now aside from his brother. But still, he sauntered over to where she was standing, staring down at the small woman.

"What brings you here, Lady Stark?"

"I uh… I heard you smashing stuff and I wanted to know what was going on…" She spoke quietly, tugging on a golden curl that hung shoulder length.

Thor narrowed his eyes at her and took a step towards her; she stepped back; he took another, and again she stepped back. This agitated him, and he stepped towards her again.

Taylor kept stepping back, and soon had herself cornered. She couldn't run, she couldn't even speak. She pressed her back against the wall, her small frame trembling as Thor just stared down at her.

"W- what do you want..?" she stammered out.

"I saw you with my brother…"

"O- oh…" she swallowed thickly, flicking her gaze to the door in hopes that someone, preferably Loki would come in to help her. "Look, I—"

But Thor cut her off when pushed her against the all harder and kissed her. He wasn't sure why he had done it, but it was done now.

Taylor tried pushing him off, but to no avail. When that didn't work she resorted to clawing at him. Still, nothing she did really seemed to faze the prince, and he still hadn't let her go.

Just then, Loki appeared in the doorway of the library, his eyes widening immediately as he saw Taylor and his brother. Jealousy bubbled within him as he stood and stared; clearing his throat his only way of letting them know he was there. His eyes were full of anger, and in that moment, the lightening outside became the least dangerous thing on Asgard.