Hi everyone!

I finally got to updating. I didn't think the summer would be so chaotic, but I was wrong. I will; however, be able to have weekly updates probably every Saturday or Sunday.

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Rebecca had taken a few books up to her bedroom since Loki demanded some 'Midgardian Trash Literature' for entertainment. She sort of brushed off the comment, since he did, in fact, want to read whatever she was going to give him. Insults were just his way of seeming cool. In the end, she brought him Phantom of the Opera and told Loki that this was just what he needed. He reluctantly took the novel from her hands, and Rebecca warned that she wouldn't give him another book until he read that one. It was her favorite novel, and she knew he'd enjoy the dark themes.

It was about 4 in the afternoon when Rebecca made her way upstairs to see Loki. She needed to check on him and to probably had to change his bandages sometime soon. When she entered, she found Loki's face almost... well, in the book. His eyes were attached to each page, slowly sucking in the words and imprinting them into his mind. Rebecca paused at the door, leaning into the frame and just studied him. Loki didn't even notice her.

He was so... absorbed in the novel that he so easily bantered off as trash. And now, he gripped the cover like a lifeline. Rebecca took another step into the room, and he still did not look up. Was she... sneaking up on him? That normally didn't happen with this guy. He was the one normally scaring her. Loki continued to stare into the novel, unable to tear his eyes away from the pages that somehow held something that ensnared him.

"Uh, Loki?"

The god gasped, his eyes darting up from the book as he saw Rebecca. His heart thumped in his chest. She had scared him. She... scared him. He didn't notice her? Loki put the book down on his lap, saying,"Yes?"

"How do you feel?" Her feet walked further into the room as she moved to the chair set beside the bed.

"Emersed in the novel. But well," Loki responded, his voice eloquent and collected as always.

Rebecca sat down and leaned back into the seat, crossing her legs and arms,"You like the book then?"

"I," Loki began, clasping his hands on his stomach,"believe it to be written in a curious fashion that leaves much interpretation up to the mind... I too, find it interesting to see Erik in all his dismay, and his desperation to love Christine when clearly, she is terrified of his very soul."

"He fell in love with her voice," Rebecca told him. Christine Daae, the chorus girl, was vocally trained by a mysterious man who never revealed his face and coached her by speaking through the walls. The man, Erik, turned out to be the infamous Phantom of the Opera, a 'ghost' who haunted the Opera House and terrorized many of its workers. But, his heart and mind were good, misguided, and he loved Christine obsessively. It was not easy, regardless, for the Phantom had a horrible deformity that gave him the horrid appearance of a skeleton. Therefore, he wore a mask to cover his entire face, living his entire life in self-hatred and disgust. Christine then, faces the opposition between her love Raoul, her childhood friend who sponsored the Opera house, or the Phantom.

Loki frowned,"I pity the poor fool. The Phantom should not love her so. She loves that other man, the patron to the theatre."

The Editor shrugged, a small grin coming to her face,"The argument is debatable."

"How so?"

"Well, I think Christine loved both men. Raoul she had loved from childhood, fostered and grown from a genuine understanding of one another," Rebecca explained, leaning forward a bit. Loki noticed this. He noticed how in this moment, with this book, something was sparking within her. Passion. Reading... Her job. She loved analyzing things. Rebecca continued,"The other is something else. Christine loves Erik with fire, passion, desire, lust... She loves him because he brings out a dangerous side to her and she enjoys it. She sees past his face because she does, in fact, love him."

"So you prefer Erik?" Loki inquired, determined to keep her like this. When Rebecca now spoke, there was depth to her tone and fluctuation in her voice. She liked talking about this deformed, wretched creature of the dark. She sympathized with him.

Rebecca pursed her lips, her fingers playing with one another,"I just think Raoul was safe and that Christine needed something... more."

"A lonely monster?"

She shook her head, thinking for a moment,"In my mind, not Leroux's novel, I think Christine finds Erik hauntingly beautiful. She would not love someone she could not bare the sight of... She... wanted to be a light in his black world. Christine's character is complex in itself. She wants what is safe, such as the memories of her father and her love with Raoul, but she wants music that takes her soul somewhere far deeper into unexplored territory."

Loki was a bit speechless. Her voice was filled with passion as she discussed Christine's character, as well as the Phantom's. Her hands began to gesture, her eyes beamed, and her words were less coarse. Is this the kind of conversation she liked? Literature stimulated, philosophically powered, and emotionally driven concepts? Loki tilted his head, examining her.

It was like a different person. There were no curses, no vulgarities, and her arguments were supported with articulate insight.

"So, I find it rather easy to see Christine love what her body, mind, and soul craves. Yes, Erik is a killer and is known for his horror, but truthfully? I think it is because he never grew up with someone who could teach him the proper way to care about another. All he knew is hatred from his self-loathing. He never learned to love," Rebecca said aloud, her voice intense. Loki tilted his head. She really... understood this Erik.

She got down into the depths of his character and pulled pieces of his actions to formulate reasoning. Loki was almost amazed with her ability to well, be like this. She was actually as bright as her job status claimed to be. This is why she was good.

Rebecca knows how to think when she wants to, or show emotion at the right time...

She wasn't completely hot headed, nor was she naive. She was, in this argument, quite brilliant. Loki, in this argument, was simply fascinated. Why wasn't she like this all of the time?

Loki felt himself twitch a bit, his hands feeling slightly numb and his heart beat maybe a second too fast. He even felt a bit flushed and hot. He wasn't sure why his body was acting in the way that was. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable- Loki presumed it was the Midgardian medicines. Rebecca had given him Advil and Execedrine. She told him what Advil did, and she said that Execedrine was used for... womanly reasons but worked in all cases. Of course it was the drugs that made his heart pound a beat too fast, or the feeling of heat suddenly bombarding his body.

"This is your favorite book?" Loki asked, curious to see if it was this novel in particular that she loved.

"One of many," Rebecca corrected. She smiled a bit,"I love reading and finding meaning that is worthwhile to me. It's why I do my job. I try to find things that are worthwhile for the person who doesn't like reading literature and likes sports, or murder cases, or food. Because if reading appeals to what you like, then the reading itself becomes like second nature."

Loki grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth,"You are quite something when you speak of what you love. I enjoy watching it very much."

Rebecca's face dropped, growling,"Sarcasm is not-"

"I meant nothing of it," Loki interrupted, raising his hand,"I truly believe your brilliance shows when you are passionate about something."

The woman's face lightened a bit,"Really?"

"Of course."

"You mean that?"

"Every word," Loki charismatically whispered, his eyebrows raising as his eyes beamed.

Rebecca could only sheepishly shrug,"The drugs are getting to you." She stood up hastily, the chair squeaking as it did,"No more drugs."

Loki gaped, his eyes widening,"How could you not belie-"

"No. More. Drugs," Rebecca sharply said, now in her motherly tone. Loki shut his mouth, frowning deeply. She couldn't believe that he actually wanted to compliment her. Loki had something nice to say and here she was shutting it down. Rebecca pursed her lips, before she walked towards the door. Loki followed her with his eyes, sighing. He did not see the small smile brush across her face when she exited through the doorway.

Loki, after she left, stayed awake. She probably wanted him to sleep until dinner time, and then change his bandages after. He had the book open, but he put it down beside him with the book outspread. In actuality, he was exhausted from just... sitting around and healing. He was doing rather well. All of his energy went into creating a remarkable recovery. He'd be good by not the next day, but the day after that, probably with very few scars.

The wounds with the 'Dora' Band-Aids had long healed, but he still kept those on. He enjoyed watching the mini conquistador and her magical ape friend dance along his parted injuries.

Loki chuckled at the thought of Rebecca's passionate expressions, just for a moment, before sleep overtook him.


"Well, he's not in his cage," Director Nick Furry stated, his cold glare staring down the table of Avengers, watching each carefully before his gaze moved to the next. About 2 days ago, they had lost Loki and had no sign of him. They couldn't even tell how he got out, only that he skillfully was able to get to a fighter plane and escaped with ease. Loki had override the navigation systems, and now, they had no idea where the plane landed.

Thor rested his elbows on the table, watching the men. For once, he almost felt guilty for what he had done. He had betrayed the Avengers to keep a promise. He couldn't say what he did, because he knew better than most that releasing Loki was a type of treason.

Thor's attention was snapped back into focus when Tony spoke aloud,"And the attack on Rebecca doesn't help. There was nothing there by the time we got there."

When the team actually made it to the restaurant, they were in shock to find absolutely nothing there but a battlefield. The table was ignited, and glass was shattered everywhere. Things were toppled over, and there was a harden piece of gold on the floor, melted into the ground. There was also many different blood stains. Some were green, some were red, but, there were no corpses.

The group of super heros were beyond puzzled by the fact that Rebecca and the beast had gone missing. They only could conclude that she was successfully taken away by the beast. The next day was spent in silence. Pepper had cried endless amounts of tears, unable to leave her room. The fact that her best friend was taken away, kidnapped, was the worst fate she could imagine. Tony had spent hours trying to calm Pepper, but failed miserably.

Steve, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce spent their time trying to find the source of the green blood, presuming the red was Rebecca's. Well, it was mainly Bruce doing the chemical searches, and the others gave their moral support by bringing him blackberries.

Bruce sighed, shaking his head,"The blood is of alien origin, and after consulting with Thor it is a type unknown to us." He then continued from his seat,"I've tried many kinds of examinations on the samples and nothing of this world showed."

"Which made us ask why Rebecca?" Clint finished, his blue eyes falling on Natasha, and then Fury. The tension in the room seemed to drastically increase at that moment, and the silence became the new normal. Everyone did not know what to say or think. It was already previously established that she had a resemblance of the Asgardian Celia, but the group had never thought it through.

Was that connection between the two key to figuring out why Rebecca was kidnapped? After all, it would give Rebecca a link to someone outside of the realms and would give them a reason to come find her. Banner then pipped up,"Celia is an Asgardian, correct?"

"Yes, she is of Asgardian blood," Thor responded from his seat, looking at the Doctor. Banner nodded his head, clear that his mind was thinking and constructing an answer. He looked at Thor, and then the rest of the Avengers,"What if Rebecca and Celia were actually related? Couldn't that give them an explanation to kidnap her?"

"Not really," Tony interrupted, waving his hands as he spoke,"Because the reasoning to why she was kidnapped doesn't account for the intention behind the actual act of kidnapping." Tony shot up from his seat, almost like his thoughts could not be contained to a 'sitting position'. With such energy he began to move around the room,"So that's the task here. We know why Rebecca is important to Loki, but what's her purpose in the larger scale of space? What would someone else want from her?"

"She's a pretty girl?" Steve answered dully.

Natasha's eyes fell on Tony as she bluntly stated,"There is nothing else, really."

The room, almost collectively, could not understand why someone would want a 'midgardian' girl such as Rebecca. Thor; however, had his doubts. He thought it might have to do with her ability of transmutation, due to the fact she is the last wielder of such strength. But what could they do with that power? Force her to create something against her will? By what method could they use the strange, lost magic?

Thor could feel himself growl a bit, his eyes for once cold. He knew he'd be figuring things out on his own from here on out. Rebecca had one person protecting her in the Avengers, and that was him. Thor needed to go out of his way to find out why that purple beast wanted someone like Rebecca. But, he also knew that Rebecca was not, in fact, kidnapped. Loki had kept his promise to go to her, and now where they were, Thor could not guess.

He only hoped that Loki would know of what was going on and why that creature wanted Rebecca. Loki had to protect Rebecca.


Rebecca made her way into Loki's bedroom, knowing very well she couldn't claim it as her own anymore. In her hand was a basket of bandages, ready and prepped for change. She thought the swapping of Loki's bandages this time around would be rather easy, considering most of his wounds were either gone or nearly healed. Therefore, she'd have less to do.

Her eyes fell on his sleeping form. Phantom of the Opera was still opened beside him. His hand barely kept the page open in his slumber, as if he had fallen asleep without wanting to lose what page he was on.

The girl smiled a bit, placing the basket down and moving over to his side. Her hands ghosted over his breathing chest, delicately lifting up the many pages into her grip and bringing it to her body. Slowly, Rebecca sat down on the chair beside the bed, her eyes skimming the words on the page. She was curious as to what part of the beautiful novel he was on, since it was one of her favorites.

And then, her eyes settled on a line that Christine had said,"He fills me with horror and I do not hate him."

Rebecca almost shivered at the actuality of that line. It was so... Rebecca. It sounded as if the words dissipated from her own two lips. Mainly, because those words had never been more true. Loki, the man asleep before her, had filled her mind with such horrors, and now? Now she had no hatred for the man. She had nothing against him, but the very presence of him scared her. He could, at any moment, hurt her because he was so powerful. But he saved her from Damion. He was atoning for his sins, even if nothing could measure up to what he had done. Yet lately, she had become more comfortable with the Norse god. He had been kind to her, and Rebecca had been kind back.

She liked the two of them, well, just being normal. They had witty banter that kept the conversation lively, as well as had talks about philosophical perspectives. In fact, it was all rather in a good spirit. The past filled her with horror, regardless, but staring down at his sleeping form, there was no hatred.

Perhaps it was better that way.

And then, her eyes fell back onto the page of the book, only to once more pick out a passage that somehow struck a chord in her: "As for him, his voice thundered forth his revengeful soul at every note. Love, jealousy, hared, burst out around us in harrowing cries... Suddenly, I felt a need to see beneath the mask. I wanted to know the face of the voice."

To see beneath Loki's mask, his true self- something that he hid on a day to day basis because he was terrified of his brother's reign and his father's anger. To know who Loki truly was behind all of that rage and mischief... What a pitiful creature of darkness. Rebecca frowned as she suddenly found herself drawing clear, distinctive lines between the sleeping god and the wretched Phantom of the Opera.

Rebecca felt so strongly about the Phantom, learning about his multiple facets and intricate personality. She tried to hard to understand a murderer and a mad man, and by the end of the day she did. She was able to somehow understand the poor creature who had no place to call him and without someone to love.

So why did she see a parallel?

Rebecca swallowed her a grip on the book tightened. Why did Loki like this novel so much? Was it because of the misunderstood monster of music? It was possible for someone so completely distorted to love a fictional character they see similar traits in, but how damaged was Loki? She knew the basics- he believed he was cheated out of the throne and destroyed the Bifrost. Thor had told her that Loki's mind was blackened by years of concealed hatred.

That truly did scare her.

Loki was a physical manifestation of all dark aspects that person could have, since he grew up believing that he was never good enough. Rebecca frowned deeply, shaking her head. The Phantom grew up in the same light. Maybe Loki felt some sort of connection with the fictional character because Loki believed they had similiar pasts.

But what if Loki's mask became his true face? The Phantom believed that and recklessly murdered, stalked, and kidnapped. He became a mask of darkness because he believed he had no other way. Wasn't Loki in the same light?

Were these comparisons... Justifying the Norse God's actions? No, they couldn't justify them but they sure as hell made them interesting. Loki's intentions were something Rebecca would love to hear. After all, he was the first to ask the question of "why".

Rebecca could feel her hands slowly put the book down on the side table after folding in the corner of Loki's page. She looked at the man with curiosity. Was it possible to come to understand him by creating this connection with the Phantom? Could Rebecca actually get why Loki did what he did?

It was; however, at that moment that the Norse god stirred in his sleep as he eyes slowly, carefully, blinked open. Rebecca watched him as his eyes came to focus in on the world around him. She heard him groan, his body protesting the fluorescent light and refusing to bring him to full awareness. Rebecca snickered,"How was your beauty sleep?"

Loki shut his eyes tightly, pulling up the blanket and snuggling with the comforter. His body was cuddling with the warm blanket, his expression clearly showing his displeasure to waking up.

"I am not fully rested," Loki murmured in protest, his voice weak as he turned over to the middle of the bed.

Rebecca couldn't help but roll her eyes, regardless of the smile plastered across her face. He was going to fight her to get up from the bed. He was going to play the game that every child and teenager has played with their parents every morning before school.

"You've had plenty of sleep."

"No," she heard Loki sharply reply, curling up even further.

The woman sighed, very much wanting to just pull the blanket out from him. Or maybe, she'd throw a cold washcloth on his face. But, she couldn't do that. No... she had to play the Norse god's games. She had to bargin.

Rebecca knew exactly what she wanted to do.

"If you wake up I'll give you a present," Rebecca said aloud, her voice filled with such a sing-song tone. She saw Loki tilt his head back, peaking open and eye and asking quietly,"What?"

"A present."

Loki then opened both of his emerald eyes, his torso slowly rotating back towards Rebecca. His eyes narrowed, his face looking as healthy as ever,"Are you playing a game of trickery with the God of Mischief?" His voice was filled of curiosity, and Rebecca could only shrug,"Depends if you want to find out if I'm lying."

This was something he was interested in. He was going to get to play a game with Rebecca, and he knew that she could never outsmart his intelligent mind and speedy wit. Loki cocked his head a bit, his voice practically a low growl,"Then what is the exchange?"

"You let me change your bandages, and I'll let you get out of that bed to do something you'll like," Rebecca explained, standing up with her hands placed on her hips, looming over the side of the bed. She enjoyed taunting him right now, and it made her feel on par with him, rather than a lesser or greater being.

She watched Loki study her face, pondering her offer as if he were examining all possible aspects of what were to come. He actually thought she was a clever enough to think of something truly devious! She just needed to change his bandages. It was such a simple, mindless task that Loki was over-thinking.

Rebecca, in fact, had something rather innocent as the prize.

"How would you ever come to know what I enjoy?" Loki remarked, almost like a child's argument.

The girl shook her head, blinking,"You'll just have to wait to find out. Can you get out of the blanket now?"

She saw Loki's eyes intensely stare into hers. He watched her with such a careful gaze, examining her face and attempting to dissect her. It was like he was viewing the area to make sure it was truly safe. It was then that he almost pouted,"Fine."

Why was she doing this?

Why in the world would she come waltzing into his bedroom, looking like a part of the wreckage of his Chitauri attack, and still managed to make him shiver. Her softened expression made his body tremble without her even touching him, and now she wanted to remove the only thing that kept him warm? This blanket was his life savior when it came to this girl.

Loki slowly brought his hands to the rim of the blanket, slowly bringing it down off his body to reveal the soft Midgardian pajamas Rebecca had provided. The room temperature was cold as well, resulting in Loki licking his lips before his jaw tightened.

He had always been asleep while Rebecca changed his bandages, and now she was declaring that she'd do it in the broad daylight.

Loki swallowed, his eyes almost glazing over as Rebecca commented,"You're well enough to take off your own shirt."

With small hesitation, Loki's fingers began to pry at the small buttons that encased his body. He found his gaze constantly shifting between his action and Rebecca, who was currently retrieving the first part of his bandages with her back to him. When his shirt parted, the soft fabric fell off his shoulders to reveal his bandaged body. Loki found himself staring at Rebecca as she turned around to face Loki. Her body froze for a moment for the the tinniest moment before walking forward. It made Loki wonder.

Was she uncomfortable too?

Was it possible that this was the most awkward moment he has ever spent on Midgard?

And then it happened. Rebecca's fingers lightly touched the rim of the bandage which was right by the bottom of his chest, and upon contact, Loki sucked in a tight breath. Her fingers were so warm. They were like little fires dancing along his pale skin, her nails lightly raking along the edge to pull up whatever gauze-like material she had previous set. Loki had expected her to feel like ice after all this time, but he was gravely mistaken.

Rebecca's hands were slowly, carefully unwinding the white cloth from his torso with such gentle care that Loki could hardly believe it was her. The girl by his beside was not the same girl that violently thrashed beneath him, nor was she the cold woman in the office. She was kind... compassionate. She was suffering with him.

He never gave her that. So why was she helping him? Loki frowned at the thought, feeling the white wrappings unfolding around him. The bandages on his mid-section was then slowly removed, Rebecca's eyes never moving from her job.

It was like she had a set mind to this- like she would not steer away from the path of simply doing what she set to do.

Loki felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of Rebecca trying to control something within her. Was she trying to fight something? Was there something to fight? Loki would normally grin and comment on her odd behavior if he weren't already doing the same for himself. Every touch sent a burning sensation through his body, and Loki had to internally battle his blood from rushing to a particular spot. His muscles wanted to spasm, his heart was starting to pound ferociously, and the room suddenly became boiling hot.

Why was she doing this to him?

Why?

His eyes fell down to his chest, noticing it was rising and falling slightly more than it was a few seconds ago. Rebecca began to replace the bandage, her fingers lightly trailing and pulling the material around his torso in a continuous motion. She did it with such control and such a serene aura that Loki almost couldn't believe it. This room was boiling and she was so composed.

Loki then saw her remove an arm sleeve to his pajamas, taking off the bandage and she gasped. Loki's head cocked a bit as he heard Rebecca remark,"The wound is nearly gone... And to think it wasn't even attached a few days ago."

For a moment, Loki watched her without words to speak. But then, he jolted a bit as her fingers began to work again, asking,"It wasn't attached?" Every touch of her skin set fire in his veins, even making soft sparkles of sweat appear on his hairline.

The Editor shook her head, responding as she changed the bandage,"I stitched it with a needle. Easily, that was the most disgusting thing I've ever done." A smile came to her face as she began to wrap the material around his arm. Loki could feel her fingers send more trails of embers down his spine, and her soft lips curled up in that way did not help.

Many of the injuries had faded and did not need any more tending to, which is why there was only one more bandage to change. Of course, in the most ill-fated spot. It was on Loki's upper thigh, and the only way to get to it was to... well, fully undress.

Rebecca knew it would've been easier if he was asleep.

Loki saw Rebecca tense slightly as she lifted up the last of the white materials. Her eyes flickered to meet his, and he saw the conflict reading in her eyes. And finally, she looked troubled when she spoke,"You... you sort of need to take everything off now."

Her voice was almost defeated as she sat there, waiting patiently. She wouldn't do it. She wasn't going to touch him. Loki should've figured that she wouldn't down below. It was more personal, more intimate. Loki reached his fingers into his waistband, slowly bringing down the pants(and underwear) to his feet. The cold air hit him, and Loki wanted to shiver. But, he knew what sort of message that would relay to Rebecca.

He didn't want to seem... excited.

He knew what memories that'd invoke. And for some reason, Loki didn't wish to remember that moment either. He saw Rebecca carefully move to his upper thigh, acting quite professional as she removed the bandage. With the fire spreading through his veins and the kindness reading in Rebecca's eyes, Loki's heart thumped again. Without even realizing it, his mind began to think, his body almost shivered, and his mouth began to run without a second thought. She deserved to know.

"I was angry," Loki blurted, tearing his eyes away from Rebecca,"I thought... I thought you were conspiring with Thor and I was angry." Loki sucked in a deep breath, glancing down to see Rebecca's drastically changed expression. Rebecca froze from unwinding the white cloth, her head cocking to see Loki. What was he saying? Loki continued with hesitation,"And then you said shame, which is all I've had to my name. It infuriated me."

He saw Rebecca unmoving. Her body became so stiff, her face displaying confusion as to why Loki was saying this to her. Loki wasn't sure either, but he felt as if he needed to speak. Rebecca's hands slowly fell to the bedside, her brown eyes almost reflecting the emotion of sadness. "Why are you telling me this?" She spoke softly, her hands lightly clutching the sheets.

Loki shrugged,"It was something that had to be said."

"Why?"

His eyes watched her carefully. For once, she seemed throughly intrigued with Loki's words. He could not read the emotion plastered across her face. He could only respond,"You are putting me into your care, despite the uncomfortable conditions, and yet I had treated you with coarse and unmitigated cruelty."

Rebecca swallowed, her brows furrowing,"Are you apologizing?"

Loki shook his head, grinning a wild smile,"I never apologize." Rebecca looked almost hurt by it, her face dropping. That answer wasn't good enough? But then, Loki continued,"But if you must, you may accept my words as such."

He noticed her expression perked up a bit, and for a moment, he almost saw a glimmer of wetness in her eyes. Did her shoulder's just tremble? Rebecca's head looked away for a moment, her gaze looking out the window the room, her eyes reflecting all the sun had to offer in her wet stare. It was then that her head slowly nodded, accepting his words, before her hands came up to start wrapping his leg.

Loki tilted his head a bit- was that her acceptance of his ill-worded apology?

Was that the sound of peace?


Rebecca found herself in the living room, her body hunched over on the couch with her head in her hands. Her fingers roughly ran through her brown locks, pulling at the strands in frustration. When she tilted her head up, one could see the wet droplets pool under her eyes.

Loki apologized in his own, sick way. He apologized for disarming her and raping her. That was all she wanted to hear for weeks on end. She wanted to know that somehow, the man who did it all regretted it and that she didn't deserve that sort of treatment. An apology was all she ever needed to just move on. Rebecca could feel the water rain down her soft cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. She knew she didn't deserve that...

The Norse god was so angry that he could only find power in dominating another. Why? What had pushed Loki to the point where he needed that sort of control? Rebecca knew what she felt and had since put her emotions to rest, and now what troubled her was the fact that rape was the only solution to Loki's inner turmoil. She shouldn't be sympathizing with him, that was for certain, but ever since she had saved him, she couldn't help but forgive him for all of the scars. The apology; however, still affected her. That was meaningful.

Loki was a lost child, wounded, and knew nothing but hatred. And his anger about Thor sent him into complete rage, only resulting in Rebecca's agony. The woman shook her head, finding her own mind betraying her. She was... trying to understand her rapists reason for raping her! Analyzing him, dissecting him... it almost made it seem like a character in a novel that she was trying to figure out. Rebecca wanted to figure out Loki.

He saved her from Damion three times- he was owning up for his past and trying to make up for it. Rebecca wasn't sure what that purple beast was back there, but she knew that Loki was interfering with some great force to protect her life. She overheard Loki saying he didn't care about other being's agendas... and he was going to save her.

Rebecca was going to be saved by Loki, which in itself was a paradox that sent her mind whirling. Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to make up for everything and more? None of it made sense. Rebecca rubbed her eyes with her palms, her tears unable to make up for her lack of understanding of what Loki was actually trying to accomplish.

There was the soft sound of footsteps behind her. Rebecca sniffled, turning her head to see Loki. He was out of bed. The girl rubbed her eyes dry, but was unable to remove the redness. She saw Loki frown at this, his lips parting to say something, but Rebecca spoke first,"Something wrong?"

Her voice was weaker, less in control of her normal tone. Loki shook his head. Normally, his face was filled with such a charismatic charm, and now he soon there plainly, just watching her. His expression could even be called concern.

"I can ask the same for you," Loki commented, walking further into the room. He moved past Rebecca before he turned around,"But my reasoning for leaving my bed chamber is simply because of our promise. You claimed I would receive and gifting of sorts."

Of course, he was here for his prize. Rebecca swallowed, turning her head around slowly to meet Loki's gaze. He was standing there, looking all charmed and composed now. His confidence was resorted and he stood awaiting whatever present she said she'd give him. Rebecca nodded her head, walking over to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. She began to shuffle through various casings and such, only for her to pick out one in particular.

"Your prize is a movie night," Rebecca said aloud, turning her head around and holding up the case,"and I just happened to own Phantom of the Opera."


Yay! So, I have a few questions. We are going on chapter 15. That's a pretty decent way into the story. How do you think the relationship between Loki and Rebecca is coming along? Honestly. Is it too fast? Is it just right? Are you bored or happy with what is happening? Please let me know!

Also, next chapter, things will get slightly more heated ;)