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"I am not crazed."

"I never claimed you were, Fallen Prince."

"And yet somehow," Loki spat, his emerald eyes narrowing into slits as his leather boots paced against the obelisk floors,"I believe your words to be false."'

The Norse god could feel frustration and disbelief well up within his thick armor as he moved. His gaze was cast upon the ominous golden and gray throne, his emotions stoic and unreadable on his pale skin. Loki felt as if he were gazing upon Laufey, but in fact, the creature he was now conversing with was of much worse discourse. It was a being that many feared, simply because of what he brought to so many unfortunate souls. Or rather, how he ended so many unfortunate souls. Loki, however, did not fear him, because Loki did not fear death.

Loki never feared death.

He stared up into the eyes of Thanos, watching and waiting. Loki concluded that the beast that specifically attacked Rebecca was a minion of Thanos, creating tension within the throne room. Both sides were aware of the actuality of the attack, but neither were willing to bluntly state the obvious. It was a game of wit.

Mischief, fearless of death, versus death itself.

"Do you?" Thanos grinned, his thick purple skin in great contrast with his darkened surroundings. His glowing blue eyes gazed up to the stars around him, each light glimmering in their own way. He grinned a toothy smirk, before bellowing,"I have no reason to lie to you, Asgardian. You have been honest and truthful, and our bargains have never failed. We have a companionship."

Loki could feel his jaw tighten as he clasped his pale fingers in front of him. "Is that so?" The Norse god commented, feeling anger slowly bubble within him,"Then why is it then that my... property... was attacked. I hardly find that demonstrating intergalactic companionship."

For some reason, the word property, made Loki feel slightly disgusted with himself. Rebecca wasn't his property... But for sure, he could not make her seem on equal level as he, for if a Midgardian was regarded as the same stature... It simply wouldn't end well. Loki would be considered weak and thus, disregarded. There would be no chance that Thanos would reveal his reasoning for sending someone to retrieve Rebecca, regardless if the chances were already slim now.

"Perhaps a rouge in my forces," Thanos chided, the smirk never fading.

Loki sneered,"I had hoped you possessed more authority over your military."

"Oh I do," Thanos replied easily,"But if they feel something must be done, I take pride in... personalization within my troops. Freedom."

Loki snorted,"How ironic. The most binding of qualities, eternal sleep, is giving out freedom like a breath of air."

"Death is only a breath away, Fallen Prince," Thanos responded, shifting in his seat.

This wasn't getting anywhere. Loki had an agenda, and now, the only thing that was happening was Thanos' personal satisfaction of seeing him distressed. It was almost like a joke to the large purple god. No information was going to be told, but the reluctant and persistent denial of the attack told Loki all he needed to truly know. He knew Rebecca was a target. He knew that Rebecca becoming a target was not alright. He knew, finally, that if Rebecca fell into the hands of Thanos, being the last individual to use ancient magic, that something horrible would occur.

"Well, isn't that nice," Loki hissed, feeling his loss.


"How do you feel?" Bruce Banner asked softly, walking through Rebecca's recovery room. She was in the same bed that she occupied after her trip in Angria, her body currently in a state of slumber. Her hair was messily sprawled on the white pillows, her skin now cleaned of all blood.

The hysteria from two nights ago began to fade after all the work Bruce put into Rebecca's restoration. The time was spent with sleep and medication, specifically formulated for Rebecca's needs. Something happened to Rebecca that fateful night, something bad. And Bruce believed it to be much deeper, more genetically fueled, than Rebecca was even aware of.

Rebecca moaned into the sheets, curling up tighter to the soft comforter,"Sleepy."

"Clearly," Banner grinned, pulling up a chair beside her,"Up."

Sluggishly, Rebecca's head raised, followed by her shoulders and torso, and then used her arms to prop herself up. "Good morning to you too," she growled, her voice husky.

"Open," Bruce instructed and Rebecca hesitantly listened. She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to allow him to examine the girl with a small light.

What happened 2 nights ago goes unspoken. Bruce does not mention it, unless it in is a strictly marked 'therapy' session. Thor complied with the same rule. She was in the aircraft and was kept away in secret. She was in Bruce's private lab, and in that way, no one ever entered. Rebecca's mental break down and killing spree wasn't to be spoken to the Avengers. It would label her as the enemy.

"Looks good," Bruce commented, pulling down the skin under her eyes to look into her pupils with the same light. Rebecca reluctantly complied as Bruce tugged and touched her body, physically examining her for any flaws or significant problems.

"Thanks," Rebecca responded, moving away from his touch as he finished his tests.

Bruce pursed his lips, his dark eyes questioning,"You think you're ready for Thor?"

"I mean.." Rebecca whispered, shrugging,"I can't avoid it. I'd rather have a mental breakdown with someone who I know can knock me out in a second, than it to be in the middle of the street or something."

They had steered clear of fighting with Rebecca, simply for her health. But, it was a problem. If Rebecca were to use her abilities, they needed to be sure it wouldn't result in the manic actions it did before. They needed to train her in terms of control and stasis. Thor was the perfect practice dummy for the job. He could take a handful of the blows, and when needed, Bruce could simply sedate Rebecca if she went out of control. With Rebecca's consent as well, the task seemed to be perfect.

Training? Yeah, it was possible. But, of course, it had to be done in secret. Bruce had a program to run that would block out S.H.I.E.L.D's ability to see the designated training room. Just for the half-hour block they needed for today, the test run.

But, that was only Plan B. Plan A would remove Rebecca from the aircraft to ensure everyone's safety.

"Of course," Bruce grinned,"Wouldn't want that happening."

Rebecca huffed a shrug, hugging her body now through her thin white tank top. Her expression was slightly less happy than usual. She was quiet.

"Something wrong?" Bruce commented, concerned.

The head of brown hair shook, the curls resting around her shoulders. Her lips didn't move, nor did her gaze raise from its lowered position.

"Rebecca."

A sigh escaped her lips as she raised her head,"I overhead you last night, when you were talking with Thor about my... condition."

Bruce froze slightly, his motions becoming slower. His eyes locked onto her saddened face when she whispered,"I'm not human?"

Silence.


"I don't know what this means," Bruce explained softly, his tone hushed to not startle the 'sleeping' girl. His dark eyes remained on the screen above him, the display showing the continual transition that Rebecca's blood had been making. The most recent example being the blood of Rebecca the night of the attacks. After she passed out, Bruce had taken a blood sample and saw a radical change from the previous sample. Thor stood beside him, his crystal vision too, scanning the screen. Both were in disbelief of what they were seeing.

"It is possible?" Thor commented,"For someone to change internally in such a way?"

Bruce shrugged, shaking his head,"No, not normally. It's an abnormality without question. Possibly even a virus. But even a virus at that cannot possibly change the structure of an entire human body."

"What is the cause of it?"

"Impossible to know," Bruce sighed, walking forward and tapping the screen,"But her DNA is so far from human and so close to something else, that I don't know what to even classify Rebecca. She has the physical appearance of a human, much like you, Thor, but internally her structures are completely different from anything I have ever seen."

Thor frowned, nodding his head,"I understand quite well. But if the DNA alterations results in her outbursts, then what is the potential to halt the transformation from further?"

"Truthfully, I don't know if an antidote exists, although the effort might be valiant."

"Do you think there is a cure?" Thor asked, crossing his arms and watching the screen.

"I don't think there is a... cure," Bruce bluntly said,"She is changing. Into what? I don't know, I couldn't tell you. I don't know when her DNA will stop mutating. Right now, she is just as human as you would be considered human, or however human the 'other guy' is."

"Can we reverse it?"

Bruce frowned deeply, the lines of worry etching into his face,"No... I don't... I don't think so. I think it's more important to see what she has become."


Rebecca shivered, but her face kept still, void of all emotions. Her brown eyes were locked on the bed beside her, her brown locks curled around her face in a messy fashion from her slumber. Her hands clutched the sheets beside her, the fabric twisting into her grip. She swallowed thickly, her breath light and almost non-existent.

"I don't know what you are, Rebecca."

It took a few moments of silence, the soft hum of the machinery aided the quiet nature of the room. Bruce watched Rebecca purse her lips, licking them slightly as her brain attempted to calculate an answer. "But I'm not... I'm not human, Bruce," Rebecca responded dryly, her voice retaining the same husky tone as it did before.

Bruce glanced away for a moment, thinking of a better answer than he could give. But he couldn't. "No, Rebecca," Bruce spoke,"Your DNA shows you aren't... human. You were at a time, I believe, unless your blood changed from something else to human, and then to whatever you are now. You simply might be in a state of flux for the duration of your lifespan."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that your body never finds a homeostasis. You're never... one species. You already posses abilities that aren't apart of humanity, and clearly, your recent excessive use of the power is starting to change you. I don't know what that is, but it can't be too bad."

Rebecca slowly lifted her gaze to meet his,"How can you be so sure?"

Her eyes were filled with a new sort of depth. It was immense pools of despair, confusion, sadness. Rebecca didn't know her own identity despite the fact she spent her entire life finding it. She thought she was a human. She thought she lived a normal life on Earth and surprise! That all changed within a matter of a month.

And she had no one really to help her... find her new self. She felt lost in her own body, confused with her breath, and unfamiliar in her surroundings. Her voice even felt weakened. Her power, her abilities... they seemed shy.

Rebecca spent her entire life building up this powerful persona and now, that persona has been beaten down and crushed. Her work, her entire life, was being thrown down a hole. Rebecca's own self was being erased with time and it wasn't something she could stop. Yes, she would always retain her fiery personality and independence, but was it something that could last through it all?

"Well," Bruce sighed,"I thought that when I was... changing, that I wasn't apart of humanity. I thought that I was a monster and I could only be a monster... And while my DNA is far from your average human, I still consider myself a human because humanity, my humanity, is something I believe in. It doesn't need to be a physical trait, Rebecca... You don't have to lose yourself because you think you aren't human. You are human, you were raised human and that will stay with you the rest of your life. Even if your body is taken away from you, your mind will always be there with what you know is truth. Your emotions... yourself. No one can take that away from you, not even your own DNA. You can only lose sight of who you are if you allow this odd situation take over your life. And you're better than that."

Bruce reached up to lightly touch Rebecca's cheek,"Because you're still warm to the touch, and your still fighting to be you. As long as you have that ambition, you'll make it through like the rest of us outcasts." A small smile nudged onto Bruce's face, and when he playfully scuffed Rebecca's hair, she grinned too.

A small laugh radiated from Rebecca's lips,"I guess I have more work to do than controlling ancient magic then, huh."

"Don't we all?" Bruce replied with a smirk,"You see, Rebecca, you are so far from being alone in this. I hope you become aware of that."

"Soon, hopefully," a third voice chimed. A deeper voice, filled with conviction without even trying. Rebecca twisted her head around to interlock her gaze with Thor, who strategically entered the conversation.

The Norse god walked in wearing only his armored plates and nothing else of his rich attire. He was keeping it casual. "Rebecca, are you well?"

"I think so," Rebecca responded, her own tone slightly more confident now. Her eyes momentarily flickered to Bruce, before she said,"I can train, if that's what you're looking for."

"Precisely," Thor grinned, rocking onto his hip and crossing his arms,"Now, remember when I asked for your unparalleled trust? I will need you to remember that promise."

Rebecca's lips lost her smile. Her brows furrowed, but she noticed that the grin shared on both Bruce and Thor were identical. They were planning something. They knew something that she didn't.

"I remember," Rebecca hesitantly spoke. Her eyes were filled with curiosity and questioning, but neither figure said anything.

"Well, lovely. Your new instructor will be here to take you to the training grounds in 2 hours time," Thor chuckled, wrapping his arm tightly around Bruce's shoulder.

"Wait," Rebecca snapped, cocking her head at the sound of his words. "Thor, you're not my teacher?" Thor shook his head, flashing his white teeth. Thor was Plan B.

"We are giving you the only person who actually knows the logic behind transmutations, the text behind the novels, and the fighting style better than anyone else." Bruce added with a small chortle. "Because the art is so ancient, you truly need the best instructor. Someone who could withstand your mental breakdown, if that were to occur. Someone who could teach you the literature behind the magic. And someone who actually enjoys the subject of it."

Rebecca swallowed carefully, shaking her head back and fourth. "No."

Bruce and Thor nodded,"Yes."

"Really," Rebecca hissed, her eyes narrowing. She knew who her instructor was. She knew it by the devilish smirk on their face. She knew because only one person was actually intelligent enough to know it. Someone who often used their intelligence for the wrong reasons... for mischievous cause.

Rebecca rolled her eyes as she groaned, grabbing the edge of her blanket and throwing it over her head, laying back down.

Bruce and Thor let out a chuckle in unison. They hadn't told Loki yet either- they waited to see if Rebecca put up an argument with the proposal. If she did, Thor would've been her instructor. But that wasn't the case.

She did not put up a fight..

Rebecca did not have a problem being around Loki.


Why would they do this to her? Why would anyone put her with Loki? It should be a rule that the two were sworn opposites. Her past with Loki was more than obvious. It was, in fact, bluntly clear to Bruce and Thor. They knew that he had violated her. They knew the two had hated each other. Yet, that was the initial way the two interacted that surely had changed over time... The dynamic duo must've picked up on that too.

They must've realized that Rebecca... didn't hate Loki anymore. That she might've actually had a few real conversations with him... That things have made dramatic shifts-

Rebecca's hand fell instinctively on his neck, the fire welling up within her and starting to burn her. The contact with his icy skin to her warm flesh sent chills down her spine, the sensation unlike anything else she's ever felt. Why was she doing this? Why was her body acting on impulse, rather than logic? Why was her heart racing, her mind reeling... What was happening to her?

That they almost kissed... That Loki reminded Rebecca of the Phantom. But that Loki wasn't the Phantom. He was his own distressed figure with his own heartfelt, deep issues. That dream she had where... they did kiss. She told him he was beautiful. That dream where sensations of the mind became the realist thing she's ever felt. How in the world could Bruce and Thor look so deep into Rebecca's psyche to see such a shift?

Rebecca didn't want to reject the offer mainly because... she didn't want to. It was such a simple answer. She didn't hate being around Loki, and possibly, even enjoyed his presence.

Loki had done something to her.

He went into her mind, manipulated her, and somehow altered the way she saw him. She couldn't see him as the horrible demon who stole away her sanity and pride. That was a different Loki. That was a Loki that faced his own hell. Rebecca could blame him for it, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to do that to him. Rebecca almost wanted to know why he felt the need for such power, to see how he was wronged so dramatically that it was necessary to fight for dominance in the only way he thought was right.

What had happened in that head of raven hair that caused such a distraught and painful desire? Rebecca almost wanted to know. She's wanted to know since she had that dream where Loki's tear-stricken face plagued her when she slept.

Since when do God's cry?

And ironically, Loki knew about ancient magic! He never mentioned he had such a great knowledge of it prior. The two had several normal conversations before during Loki's recovery at her apartment, and not once had his immense knowledge on the subject come to the table. Rebecca thought that'd be an important topic since there is so much to know on it that she, well, didn't. And somehow it was avoided throughout days of talk. Rebecca knew Loki was extremely intelligent, probably too intelligent for his own good. And therefore, he must've had a reason to digress from it. Why?

Rebecca, currently, was packing up some clothing and such from the aircraft. She had a suitcase filled of clothing, belongings, and other personal items retrieved from her apartment with the help of Thor. And after a nice long shower, Rebecca was very happy to feel clean and ready.

She stood in her room, wearing a very similar outfit to what she wore when she first went with the Norse god. Yoga pants, a white tank, sneakers and an athletic wear jacket. Simply, because she didn't know what she'd get herself into. Rebecca had no idea what to expect, and last time did throw her off course.

No chances were going to be taken.

Her long curled hair hung around her shoulders when suddenly, she heard footsteps run into the room. As quickly as she heard those footsteps, she felt arms tightly embrace her waist. Rebecca gasped, turning around to see a blond head of hair.

"PEPPER!" Rebecca exhaled, finding her way to turn around and embrace her friend as tightly as she could. Pepper found her!

"Oh god, Becca!" Pepper exclaimed, mushing her head into her friend whom she hadn't see in ages.

Rebecca smiled as she laughed,"How are you?"

"Don't talk," Pepper snapped playfully, simply standing there. It was like she'd rather have the silent moment of remembrance before anything else could take place. As if that single second of time and space, belonging to the two of them, was the perfect heraldist of joy.

Slowly, the girl backed away from Rebecca. Pepper grinned widely,"You've been like a ghost or something."

"I've been practically dead, considering," Rebecca snorted, flashing her teeth as she leaned back onto her bedside. "I've been doing a lot of things, willingly and not, so."

"And what are you doing now? You have suitcase packed. You've been here for how long and you're already moving around?" Pepper asked softly, moving to sit next to Rebecca. Pepper knew Rebecca was kidnapped and that she had returned, but ill. She also knew that Rebecca had been doing tons of things without Pepper knowing, in fear of scaring her friend. Luckily, Tony had told her much of the happenings. Well, everything but where Rebecca was going now.

Rebecca shrugged,"To get trained on my abilities so I don't..." Her words were carefully picked,"do something I'd regret."

"Like hurt someone."

"Yes."

Pepper's gaze was cast downwards, "Have you?"

"Yes."

"Then help is important," Pepper whispered, reaching her hand out to lightly touch her friends. Within seconds, they were holding each other's hands, and then, hugging each other once again.

Rebecca snuggled into Pepper as Pepper lightly ran her fingers through Rebecca's brown locks. "Was it bad?"

"I lost all control, if that means anything," Rebecca weakly spoke with a sigh.

"Again, help. Something Tony won't accept, despite all things telling him that you know, help is a good thing. Who is teaching you? Thor?" Pepper questioned, her nails running circles on Rebecca's back.

Rebecca shook her head,"My teacher is someone who I'd never expect to work with."

"Oh yeah? Is it... Fury?"

"No."

"Cap?"

"No..."

"Tony. Oh god, if Tony didn't tell me that-"

"Loki."

Pepper's hands stopped moving. Rebecca felt her friend seize up in the moment. Pepper instantly growled lowly,"You aren't going with that man."

"It's not like that," Rebecca responded, sitting up and removing herself from her friend's embrace. Instantly, Rebecca felt odd. Rather, a new sensation was running through her unlike anything else. She felt like she needed to defend herself and her choice of going with Loki. She felt as if she needed to justify what she was about to go through in 15 minutes time.

"You aren't," Pepper stated, shaking her head. Her tone was one of motherly and not up for debate. Rebecca tilted her head, easily responding,"Pepper, I'm going with him."

"Why?"

"Because he knows more about ancient magic than anyone else!"

Pepper's face was filled of disapproval. Her stare was hard and cold, as if intimidation would win her friend over,"There is going to be another tutor for your abilities. Tony can help-"

"Tony can't help. Bruce can't help. No one knows what this is like compared to someone who has studied it for a millennia," Rebecca explained, emphasizing the actuality of the situation,"It's not something you can change. You can't change who knows something best."

"Then someone else will learn it. Becca, do you hear yourself?" Pepper asked, standing up from the bed. She moved to the floor by the bedside, starting to pace as she did when things became frustrating to her.

Pepper hissed,"He violated you. He took advantage of you, and yet you are going to walk into his arms like a piece of sexual flesh that he can dominate and tear at whenever he has a manic hissy fit?"

Rebecca felt her lips part, her brows furrow. She felt a pain deep within her chest. Pepper's words stung. "No- Pepper, you're wrong. He's not like that."

"Defending him too? Do you know what he is like? The fact that he is a murderer? Did he brainwash you will he drove into you too?" Pepper snapped, stopping in her motions to glare at her friend. Anger flashed through her expression and the blond used it to her advantage. "I thought you'd be smarter than that, Becca. I thought you'd think of this from the logical standpoint."

Rebecca was stoic. She held no expression. A poker face. A tactic she used often when she needed to hold in emotions she was terrified to let out. But god, something was happening within her she was not used to.

She was offended. She was furious at Pepper. She was raging inside, mainly because Pepper didn't have the full story. She had the civilian story and not the side of intimacy that Rebecca shared with the Norse god. Not even romantically, but personally. Rebecca... knew the man better than most and she saw him for more than being a monster. She saw his intelligence, his insight. She understand what it is like to lose one's mind... She knows what it feels like to feel so angry that all rationalization goes to shreds. And Loki knows it too.

Loki was a teacher for what Rebecca should be, shouldn't be, and gives Rebecca a chance to give back what she can in return.

And Rebecca wanted to defend that.

"You can call me a victim," Rebecca hissed, her voice filled with disgust,"and you can call me the names in which you see fit, but truth be told, Pepper, you don't know anything." Rebecca's eyes flickered to her friend, her own emotions finally breaking through her expresses persona. Now, it was seen. Now, she showed her anger.

"And like hell, Pepper, for you to judge me when you've been gone since the first attack. You've had your own agenda, your own shit to deal with. As if you actually give two fucks about me!" Rebecca hollered, throwing up her hands as she stood. "I know what's best for me, and if it is going with a rapist murderer then fine. I'll find something worthwhile that someone like you would be too blind to even see. I'll learn about myself moreso than I could here! If you want what's best for me, then do not even think about judging me on this. Don't you dare, Pepper."

Her voice was threatening.

"You don't need him," Pepper responded, her voice equally as icy.

Rebecca let out a snide laugh and she fired back,"Like you can tell me who I need when you've been gone for all this time! You have no right to appear and make choices for me. You know what, Pepper? You have Tony. Go take care of him, because that is what you're really fucking good at!"

And with that, Pepper gaped. Her eyes widened, and within a second, she whipped her blond head of hair around and stormed out of the room without another retort.


Rebecca sat on the bed again. Her eyes were cast downwards to the white floors, unable to move or think. She just told off Pepper. She just really screamed horrible things to her, as Pepper did to her. And she felt numb. She didn't know what to think or feel about it, mainly because she couldn't. The entire scenario began to blur and her memory started to fail.

She was just so... offended by someone who should be her best friend. Someone who should care for her and not judge her. She didn't have to like Rebecca's choices, but she should at least respect them.

But then, she noticed something. Rebecca's head perked up, her ears honing in on the world around her momentarily to pick up on a sound other than the humming of machinery.

"How long have you been here?"

"Long enough."

Rebecca frowned deeply, glancing behind her to meet a pair of beautiful emerald hues. Her eyes remained in contact with those for a moment, silently telling a tale of trouble and sadness. Word's weren't needed. Loki was too, quiet, as he walked forward and sat down next to Rebecca.

He didn't speak simply because he was trained to know when the proper time to speak was. Now wasn't. Now was a time for noises to simply disappear, a time to collect ones thoughts... A time to mourn, think... be.

Rebecca's hands fell into her lap, holding one another tightly. "Sorry about that," Rebecca whispered.

A beat.

"You defended me."

Rebecca glanced up beside her to stare at Loki, taking note of his moonlit skin and beautifully painted eyes. She scanned his face as she shrugged,"Don't think much of it. She was being a bitch."

"But quite logical," Loki responded smoothly, intent on keeping her gaze as he raised a finger.

"Logical, but ill-informed. She doesn't know a lot of aspects and bases her assumptions off of what she thinks she knows. It's like a horrible writer who takes all their facts from a single source," Rebecca told him,"You have to cross reference."

Loki nodded his head, processing her words. And truthfully, he was confused. Pepper. Pepper was Rebecca's best friend. Moments ago, he was standing outside the opposite door and was about to enter when he heard Pepper screaming quite horrible things. Loki took the hint to remain outside until the noises concluded, but was surprised to hear Rebecca retort with fire and anger... all in Loki's defense.

When he entered, he never felt so horrible for seeing Rebecca in such a state of confusion as a result of himself. Yet, he also felt honored to gain that sort of respect from the girl. Respect was all he could ask for in the long run. Loki gave a weak smile,"Ah, of course."

"Yeah," Rebecca murmured, giving Loki a small nudge with her elbow,"You aren't that cool anyways."

Loki tilted his head,"Cool? You are referencing me to a... temperature?"

Rebecca snorted lightly, standing up from the bedside and grabbing hold of her luggage. She glanced to Loki and simply grinned widely, loving how smart Asgardians were in some aspects and simply not in others. Rebecca could only laugh with sarcasm,"Yeah, that's exactly what I meant. You're just a temperature."


OH MAH GAWD. I updated. Like, this isn't a dream. I did it. I'm SO happy right now. I've been wanting to write FOREVER but because of school and crap. Oy. No time to write when it comes to college. I just happened to find one night where I was able to sit down and write for a good 5 ish hours and bang out the entire chapter.

So please, keep me going! Keep this writing streak inspired! Favorite, follow, and review! I read all my reviews and PM's. They really do keep me motivated. In fact, a PM today motivated me to write this chapter out.

Ahh, I'm so happy to see you all again! Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter up soon! More Loki/Rebecca coming up. And I'm telling you, things are getting a bit... wild.