Again! Sorry for the longer wait.

I had prom this weekend and I was so super busy and gone. I finally am able to focus now and post this chapter for you guys! It's not my favorite chapter, but it is a chapter. It's also slightly shorter because of the lack of time I had to post it. My brain is sort of mush right now.

Either way, I hope you like it!


"Do you think you can do this?" Thor asked her softly as Banner's hand lightly rubbed ointment over the healing wound. Rebecca simply nodded her head,"I'll feel at home tossing around those lazy-ass workers."

They were once more back in an infirmary, but not the one on the aircraft. No, they removed Rebecca's treatment back home on a ground base. They figured that keeping Rebecca and Loki together, for whatever reason, would be the death of the lot. The Avengers had been coming on and off the aircraft that constantly stayed afloat to visit Rebecca. Often times, they had nothing to say, like Agent Barton or Romanoff. They came together, just to make sure no one bothered her while she slept. Tony visited by himself, only to rustle her hair and crack a few jokes. Yet, by the end of their interaction, he said he'd find her once she was all settled in. Captain American, Steve, came by with flowers, as a gentleman, and basically told her she could do whatever she wanted because she had conquered the bad guy.

Banner stayed with her most of the time, helping her return to full health and healing her wounds as quickly as possible. Rebecca liked him the best. He seemed the most down-to-earth sort of guy through all of this. It was humbling around all these gods and mighty warriors. Nevertheless, she couldn't forget that he was probably the most dangerous of them all. She couldn't understand how someone like him could become the "other guy".

"Good. S.H.I.E.L.D will be on your watch constantly only to ensure your safety in case of a dire emergency," Thor explained, watching Rebecca sit upwards from the bed. She carefully pulled down the edge of her buttoned up shirt, covering the nearly healed wound.

"And will I know who is on my watch?" Rebecca asked, but Thor shook his head,"I'm afraid they did not disclose that information to me. But you will be cared for."

Rebecca stood up from the bed. She landed on a pair of red heels, elongating her legs and her black pencil skirt fit her body smoothly. Her hair was in a high ponytail, straight, and her make was done to perfection. "Right," She said aloud, glancing back to Banner,"Thank again, Doc."

"No fist fights, Rebecca," Banner laughed. He moved besides Thor, who were both beside the now vacant medical bed. Banner then added,"Your car is outside waiting. Good luck."

Rebecca picked up a purse that was on a nearby table. Her stride was powerful and her aura was once more showing how much control she had now. She could feel her lips curl up into a smile as she exited the room.

She was going back to her normal life.


"So you're telling me you enjoy cat food in your diet?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I find that it fuels my body and clears my mind for a good article."

"Right, of course," Rebecca said harshly,"And, I don't know if you know this, you might. But cat food is meant for cats."

"I'm aware!" The female pipped, sitting in a small black office chair. She was now staring at the Editor of the NY times in her beautiful, glass office. She had her hands clasped in front of her lap as she stared into the cold, unwavering glare of Rebecca Lawrence. She pursed her lips, looking around the room nervously as she waited for the woman's answer. She wanted this job so badly.

Rebecca licked her lips momentarily, glancing down to the file before her. Her fingers lightly traced over some information before asking,"And what makes you a stronger applicant than others? Why you?"

The girl shrugged,"I'm creative, a hard-worker, and I love discovering things and informing people."

Another bad interview. This girl seemed, at first, decent. She had a few credentials and wrote fairly well. An internship or something low-leveled would be fine for her, but for some reason, Rebecca couldn't give in. She couldn't allow someone so mediocre into her office. The girl was such an amateur and, she was just plain odd. Cat food? That was her interesting quirk?

"We'll call you," Rebecca said aloud, placing the folder down and standing up from her seat. She outstretched her perfectly manicured hand and shook the girl's. The girl nodded her head and returned the shake. With a small bow, she walked out of the room.

As soon as the door shut, Rebecca let out a sigh. Her eyes fell shut and she sunk down into her large, black chair. Today was a horrible first day back. She had been doing interviews randomly throughout the day and none seemed to impress her. She also had to catch up on the latest publications, only to find that one of the week's issues were less than satisfactory.

It was a pain to move around the office building only to find the newspaper even unworthy to post simply because of bad taste. She had such slackers under her belt and they really did need a whipping. Rebecca huffed, before she heard on her intercom,"Ms. Lawrence, your 4:15 is here."

"Send them up," Rebecca immediately replied, glancing down to her desk. She picked up the folder marked Damion Russel, the next person up to be interviewed. He had wrote some remarkable essays and his application was strong. But then again, Rebecca saw a lot of those. She needed now to see charisma, passion, and daring qualities within Damion that would help land him a good job here. Rebecca was only hoping that somehow, he would be good enough to be hired.

After about 5 minutes, there was a knock at her office door. Rebecca simply clicked a button to allow him in, and continued to study his file.

"Ms. Lawrence? My name is Damion Russel," A silky voice said. Rebecca looked up from the papers and found herself unable to do anything but smirk.

He was delicious.

The man was wearing a full black suit. His golden hair was swept to the side, his strong and prominent cheekbones only complimenting his large muscular frame. His smile was perfect, filled of rows of teeth, and his eyes were hazel. He looked like one of those male models that are simply intangible. And, he even smelt nice.

Rebecca stood up from her seat and brought her hand out to meet his. Damion strongly held her hand, his eyes almost dancing, as he said,"Pleasure."

"Please sit," Rebecca said aloud, motioning to the chair behind him. The two took their seats as the Editor stated,"You have a strong application. I have no doubt that from your resume that your writing is superb. But, even the strongest writers have their faults. Tell me, what is yours?"

"You want me to state my faults?"

"Clearly."

Damion's hazel eyes locked onto Rebecca's as he said,"My only fault is that I openly question those who are too dumb to think for themselves. I'm rather vulgar."

Rebecca's head tilted, her eyes narrowed,"Is that so?"

Well, he was different. He was exposing to her a side she never saw from an employee or potential worker... He was showing her sass. He was presenting a challenge. Rebecca was instantly excited to see what he would say for the rest of this interesting interview.


Time was frozen.

It never moved onwards, but seemingly remained still despite the fact that seconds were minutes. It all seemed the same. Time was continuous, and time was still. Hours were days as days were hours. It was endless time that made no true sense. Nothing was making sense. Solitude. Alone.

Rebecca infuriated Loki.

Why was she nothing like Celia? If she were, in fact, the girl he loved, then why was she such a cold-hearted mortal? It didn't make sense. And, the fact that she spoke to him in such a derogatory tone with such dagger-worthy phrases only wounded him deeply. The last thing she said to him only confirmed the fact that Rebecca was not Celia. There was no way they could be.

And that angered him.

Rebecca was possibly the last connection he had to his deceased lover, and to realize that he was wrong, that she could wear Celia's face and mock him, was only justifiable by Loki's rage. He hated her for looking like Celia and tarnishing her image. He hated Rebecca for no longer being a link to his past. And now, he had a reason to kill her and make her feel extreme pain. He no longer had any inhibitions, nor did he have any reason to remain civilized.

She was a living mockery, walking around and laughing at Loki's pathetic existence.

Loki could feel his hands clench into fists as he sat on the bench inside the chamber. He had given her so many chances to make peace and yet she refused. Loki didn't even need to love her; he just wanted to know that the girl wearing Celia's face was happy. Yet now? He didn't even care. He didn't give two shits about her. Because, she was not Celia.

But then how could she use ancient magic? That fact still puzzled him to no end. How was it possible for them to be one in the same, and not the same at all? Rebecca's eyes glowed the same as Celia's when they used transmutations, and their smile was similar... their stare, the way they walk... How was it possible?

He ran his fingers through his thick black hair. It was troublesome. This girl was troublesome. She just waltzed into his life, seemingly out of no where, and began to disarm him. After 1000 years, Loki had hardened with an armor that masked his weakness. He became strong. Silent yes, but secretly he became powerful. And now? Where was that strength? How could Rebecca render him like a young teenager, sighing in thought and confused in nature?

"Damn you," Loki hissed, pressing his lips into a hard line.

It was because he really didn't hate her and he did care. Rebecca was one of the strongest people he has ever encountered. Her bravery was foolish, but her passion was so admirable. And, her last words just before truly weren't something for Loki to be angered about.

She had said,"I'm disappointed in myself, to be honest... For even giving you a chance for redemption in my sleep."

Loki should've realized that she did give him a chance. She wanted to believe he wasn't as evil and cruel as he appeared. And he wasn't deep down inside. He was a good person with a heart and soul. He had so much to give but it was locked deep away within him. But externally? Yes. Loki was cruel and he was a murderer. It was how things were done. It was how he was to rule. It was how he would remain in power.

The emerald eyes misted over.

Why did she ruin everything?

Rebecca. She was destroying his life, his guard, his very being just by living. As much as Loki wanted her to cease to exist so he could continue living without such a nuisance in his life, he couldn't. Loki didn't want Rebecca to die. Because, in some odd way, as much as he didn't want it to be, Rebecca was somehow connected to Celia. He couldn't figure it out, but he knew way down inside that they were somehow related. Even if it was very very distantly related, they somehow were linked.

Loki pursed his lips, sitting up straight. His fingers clenched his pants, his teeth barring. He literally felt so conflicted and weak, unlike anything else he has ever felt before. He didn't know what he wanted or what to even feel.

"So why her?"

The Norse god glanced upwards, seeing Tony Stark leaning in the doorframe. His hands were in his jean pockets cooly as he said,"What's your motive?"

Loki huffed, standing up. His face became calm, his bright emerald orbs almost looking blue under the lighting. Instantly, Loki's internal battle was placed on the back-burner and the murdering, dark side of Loki emerged. Carefully, he moved to the center of the glass prison,"And why would I ever reveal my motives to someone as unworthy as yourself?"

Tony walked down the metal-grated path, saying,"Because right now, you aren't in a spot to argue?"

"Oh believe me, I am," Loki hissed, cocking his head slightly,"But of course you think standing outside of this cage puts you in a place of power."

"Yeah, I think so."

"Unfortunately, you are lacking the understanding you desperately seek."

Stark shook his head,"Look here, we are getting off topic. Why her? Why Rebecca? She seems like an innocent civilian with a sharp tongue. Why kidnap her?"

Loki grinned widely, flashing his white teeth as he replied,"She came willingly. I did nothing but present her the option of gaining power and control."

Walking outside of the glass, Tony's eyes narrowed. He was wondering what the hell this mad man was talking about,"You're delusional."

"Am I?"

"Yeah, you pretty much fit the definition. What makes you think she would come to you willingly?" Stark had stopped moving and casually leaned on a nearby railing. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he carefully watched the Asgardian.

Loki grinned, taking his time to reply. He knew why. "Well, that is for me to know, now, isn't it."

"You're adopted, Loki," Stark said aloud, his tone mocking. He saw for a split moment the calm and controlled exterior of Loki break. But as soon as it came, it left, and once more, Loki reappeared as his strong, demonic self. Stark continued, "So why earth? Your fight is with Asgard, not us. So what led you here?"

"You're so demanding. Is that what Pepper likes?" Loki chuckled. He enjoyed watching the anger flicker across Stark's face in a matter of seconds. The superhero shifted position, scoffing,"Oh right. I almost forgot you tried to kidnap her too. I'm finding this whole willing argument to be not such a strong case."

Tony was getting angry. The Norse god was testing him, seeing how far he could push Tony before Tony did something he regretted.

"You seem upset, Iron Man," Loki commented with a mocking grin.

"You must have a gift for that, Loki," Tony almost growled.

The god then scoffed,"I believe I do."

"You know," Tony began,"Rebecca is going back to her normal life under S.H.I.E.L.D's radar. You won't be able to get near her again without us finding you." Tony began to walk again, but this time, away from the cage and closer to the door to the room.

"Are you implying that I escape?"

"No, I'm implying that you'll be a sore loser once we finally get you off our planet. You'll try to reclaim whatever property you have, even if its in the mind of a simple human girl. But you won't. You can't. It's over." Tony stated, opening the door. He gave the Norse god a cold stare, only to meet one back. Loki was not happy with those words. He was not happy one bit that he was using Rebecca as a weapon, not as a method of trickery.

Perhaps she would be better off dead.


"I have to say, I'm impressed," Rebecca said aloud, her eyes scanning over the newspaper articles. She glanced up to a boardroom of hopeful eyes and some newer members. She put the paper down at the head of the table, asking,"What changed?"

She watched some of them shift uncomfortably in their seats. But, one face stuck out as he cooly spoke,"Because we had our own talk about what shit can and cannot be produced."

Damion. It had been one week since he had been working at his job. He was really good. Really good. Within the week he had written articles that could make or break a person's life. He could get information out of people and think up of book critiques with such eloquence and clarity. He even was able to control people above and below him, bending them to his will and manipulating them to do what he wanted. He had passion, fire, spunk, and really, was just the kind of person Rebecca needed around here. He wanted the paper to not just be good, but amazing. He wanted the NY times to dominate all other papers and to give the raw, basic truths NYC needed to know. He was changing the company so quickly and efficiently. It was remarkable and admirable.

"Did you now?" Rebecca inquired, folding her hands and resting her chin on them.

"Basically. We have a job here to give the facts, the truth, not some sugar-coated fantasy world where rabbits and donkeys are kings and queens," Damion said aloud, leaning back into his chair as he fixed the collar of his suit. "The room put up an argument at first, and they told me if I knew what I was doing, then they'll run the articles by me before they get to you. Of course, they were doing this to be obnoxious, but look where we are?" Damion sent a cold glare around the room.

Rebecca saw the members shift again. So, Damion was taking charge?

It was different. It was better. Damion grinned as he brought his gaze to Rebecca,"That's what you wanted right?"

The Editor watched the boardroom with careful eyes. She was calculating. She was understanding. She was learning. Someone was actually setting them right out of fear below her. She wouldn't have to do half as much work as she did before the arrival of Damion. And only in a week! Brilliant. He was someone who already proved to be better than everyone else.

And, something needed to be done about it. Rebecca inhaled through her nose, her eyes shooting daggers at the men and woman before her. She stood up, her chair backing out from behind her and her hands were on the wooden table. Her brown eyes then flickered to the man on the far end of the table.

"Damion, stay after. The room is dismissed."

As she spoke the words, the room almost exploded. The men and woman rustled their papers as they collected their belongings. It was like a giant wave of people passing by Rebecca to the door. But, she didn't look at any of them. Her gaze was locked on Damion. When she heard the door close and the room silent, she moved.

"So, Damion. I'm still in wonder how you do your job so well," Rebecca began, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved closer to him,"Such precision and diligence, and loyalty, well, that's hard to come by."

Damion leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs casually,"What can I say?"

"You're secret," Rebecca sharply replied, her feet no longer walking,"How do you do it? How did you assert such dominance?"

The employee grinned, shrugging,"Easy. No one here knows what they want, and I do. I know exactly what I want and therefore, it is simple." He was so calm, so cool. He had such confidence in how he spoke and how he held himself. The man then said,"If you don't mind me asking, do you know what you want?"

The tension suddenly increased rapidly within the room. Electricity somehow sparked, and fire began to brew. Rebecca stood confidently in front of the man, after all, she always had to be like this in work in any situation. But inside? She felt lustful. She saw his beautiful stare, his tantalizing lips, his gorgeous features. He was a man that she just wanted to own. Her eyes fell on his, locking.

Damion stood up, his figure towering over Rebecca. His arm slowly snaked around Rebecca's waist, his grip pulling the their bodies to press up against one another. Their breath suddenly became so very light. Rebecca's eyes gazed up into Damion's. And within seconds, his hungrily captured her mouth and without hesitation received a powerful response.

Rebecca wasn't normally one to go after employees, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to feel something. And Damion was too good to be true. Strong, confident, powerful, beautiful, and slightly dangerous.

The girl gasped as she twisted her arms around his neck, bringing his lips harder down onto her mouth. His hands instantly grabbed her buttox, giving it a squeeze as he pushed her up against the oak table. Rebecca's hands slid up and down his chest, lightly touching the buttons as she bit his lower lip. Damion growled deeply, his hands pushing off his jacket to help remove the clothing faster.

Rebecca's hands ran through his golden locks as she let her tongue tossle with his. She pressed her body up tightly against him, her knee coming up to hitch on Damion's hip. Damion grabbed her thigh tighter and held it to his body. Rebecca felt his erection press up against her, the organ clearly evident. She was getting so excited and wet.

Slowly, Damion began to lower himself on top of her as he brought Rebecca to lay down on the table. The two moaned against one another as Damion shoved his tongue deep into Rebecca's mouth, now without her consent. But, Rebecca happily brought her tongue to meet his, tasting one another as their body's began to heat up.

The room grew hotter, the temperature rising by the minute. Both were desperately clinging onto one another. Within the next moment, Damion was tearing at Rebecca's shirt and pulling open the buttons with such force. He growled almost primitively as his lips then moved to Rebecca's neck, suckling and tugging at the skin with his teeth. Rebecca's mouth opened to release as gasp of pleasure, but then, something happened.

Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyelids squeezed shut. Her body seized up momentarily as a memory flashed through her mind.

He used his skillful tongue to trace a path up from her neck to her ear lobe. His lips clasped onto the soft skin, suckling it lightly before he whispered,"You're in my world now."

The girl felt her eyes brim with tears as she shut them tightly. Loki was devouring her neck and lathered it with his tongue.

Rebecca's eyes shot open and her body sharply inhaled a tight breath. That memory. That memory she had locked away was resurfacing. No. No! Not now. That damned man and his mental bruises. Rebecca couldn't believe she thought that... Damion believed that Rebecca's deep breathing was due to him, so he kept on kissing her and touching her.

Damion's hand then swept downwards, feeling her skin beneath his touch as grinned as she trembled in anticipation. He managed to somehow release her hair from it's ponytail, letting her locks fall down around her shoulders. He touched her collarbone, his tongue running along the bone and then down to the crevasse of her breasts. Rebecca gasped at the motions of his mouth, effectively sending chills down her back and sending electricity through her veins. But then, it happened again. Damion viciously grabbed her breast covered in her bra, and then, another mental image tortured her-

Rebecca inhaled deeply, feeling the cold wind hit her bare stomach and chest. She felt Loki's hands trail across her skin, moving upwards to feel the last piece of fabric that was covering her breasts. Loki pressed his lips into hers ferociously, his hands squeezing her chest tightly as he growled.

"Please stop, Loki," Rebecca begged the moment he removed his mouth from hers. Her cry was of fear and desperation, unable to retain any of her strong qualities. She was weak, defiled. Rebecca felt her vision blur further as he rocked his groin against her. She felt his hard erection press up against her lower body, making her shivering in disgust. His iron grip around her body made it so difficult to even fight. She was losing to much energy, finding her legs growing weaker and unable to stand.

Loki used his lips to travel down from her chin, to her collarbone, and then her valley. All along the way, his tongue traced circles along her skin. His hands then came to push her breasts out of the top of the bra, causing it to spill over the fabric. Rebecca cried, her breath completely muffled with hiccups as Loki began to lick and touch her chest. The bra was then gone, disappearing just as the other articles of clothing.

She couldn't do it. Rebecca felt horror tear through her body faster than she could effectively take in air.

It was then that Rebecca threw Damion off her. Rebecca was gasping for her breath, her chest heaving up and down as her eyes widened in terror. Her hands were on the desk as she sat upwards. Her hair was rustled, her body was shivering unconditionally. Everything was hazy, everything was thinking of those hands ripping at her flesh.

Rebecca was violently shaking as Damion got up to his feet off the table. He wasn't sure what was happening. "Hey are you-"

"Get out."

The words were so sharp and instantaneous.

Damion's face was filled with confusion as he stood there. Did she just say to get out? He saw her back, half of her buttoned shirt off her shoulder and her body unable to remain still. She was practically vibrating. Was she crying? She was hurt?

"Rebecca?"

"GET OUT," Rebecca roared, her voice shouting loudly as she screamed. Damion jumped, his eyes wide and his legs, without question, began to run for the door. He just happened to grab his jacket as he did. Rebecca was terrifying. This was the legendary temper that he has heard so much about. As quickly as he came, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

The room was silent.

Rebecca's eyes were wide, brimming with tears as she stared down at the oak wood beneath her. Her hands came up and pulled up her blouse, her arms then hugging herself softly. All she could hear were his words.

Mine.

The woman felt weakness overtake her body. Thank god she was sitting, because if she were standing she'd collapse. Loki's memory. That entire night. She had spent so much time simply trying to put those images away before she were to return to work. And yet here she was, trembling on the boardroom desk, holding her shirt together and now, tears streaming down her face.

Mine.

He took everything from her. Rebecca had nothing more to own up to. Loki would always be there singing songs in her head, softly coaxing her before violently taking her. He never would leave her. He was always there, regardless if she wanted him gone. He never left.

Mine.

Rebecca gasped again for air, shaking her head back and fourth. Was she really someone's possession? She didn't ever want to be attached to Loki but he had control over her. He was able to manipulate her mind, even from far away. Rebecca felt more tears stream down her face, the first in 2 weeks. She had almost regained her old persona, her old strength... And now she was once more weakened.

She sniffled, her wet eyes glancing up to look out the glass windows surrounding the office. And all she could think about was Loki's voice.

Mine.


Short, but something.

I feel so bad for Rebecca for being so mentally scarred. So yes, she will need something to help her along... Something.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please read and review!