The Avengers had been gone with two days, and in those two days you had not seen Loki again. As you read of Elizabeth informing her father of her true feelings for Mr Darcy, you heard the elevator whir to life and waited to see if it was coming to the common area, when it opened you listened to see who was after coming out of it.

"Is that not the same book you were reading the other day?" Loki asked as he strode across the room.

"Yes, it is. Why is that so shocking to you?"

"It has been two days and you have not completed it."

"And?"

"Are you reading it at all?"

You laughed slightly. "I am still only learning Braille, it is not like other languages, and I was only starting it when you declared I had to prove the legitimacy of my claim that it was actually words, so I think, with the limited time I have spent reading, I was doing quite well." He gave a 'humph' of a reply and you giggled to yourself.

"I am not amusing."

"I beg to differ."

"So other than reading, what else do you do all day?" He looked around to see if there was anything to amuse himself with.

"Listen to music mostly."

"You lead such an interesting life." He stated sarcastically.

"Back before this I think I did. Working on formulas and studying, I actually liked it."

Loki looked at you. "So to you this is somewhat dull?"

"I doubt all you used do as a prince was sit around all day and be confined to a building." You countered.

"I had duties, studies and training." He replied, his tone one of irritation.

"So surely you are as bored."

"You have no idea." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"What are you allowed to do here?"

"Nothing of note, I am not even permitted to the training area."

"Well that must suck."

"Yes, it does 'suck'." You bowed your head down so to not let him see the smirk on your face. "What is so humorous now?"

"You trying to use Midgardian slang." You smiled.

"I am glad you find me so amusing."

"It's made more so by you trying to not be." You grinned.

"You will have to imagine the bemused look on my face." He growled.

"I would, but I don't even know what you look like." You shrugged. You heard him pause and you could sense him staring at you. "Don't take it personal, I don't know what Thor, Barton or Romanov look like either. Stark I know because I met him before, same with Banner, and Captain Rogers because there was a huge big thing when they found him in the ice, so there was photo's from the Forties of him everywhere, but other than that, I have no idea what anyone of you look like."

"You honestly don't…" You shook your head. "But when I attacked New York…"

"I was in South America at the time studying for my PhD, limited internet access, so it was not really wasted on news from the US, but on what would be of use. I read what happened, the aliens coming out of a wormhole in the sky, huge flying beasts and all that, but overall, no real pictures, sorry."

"So you know all that, but not what I look like."

"You could have purple skin and polka dots for all I know." You shrugged. "I have no idea what beings from other realms look like. Does it really matter anyway?"

"I am not sure."

"Well let me know if it does, until then, I will just continue not caring." You went back to finishing the book then as he went into the kitchen in search of something to have. "There is a fresh pot of coffee there."

"I rather not." His tone piqued your interest. "It tastes like what I would imagine tar tastes like."

"You could add sugar." You suggested, you sensed him looking at you." No one mentioned that to you, did they?"

"They did not. I was as good as thrown the beverage plain." There was no denying the anger in his voice.

"Some people add different things such as sugar, cream, caramel, and chocolate to it to make it taste different." You informed him, he said something under his breathe that you were certain was an expletive, though you were certain it was not in any language you had ever heard either. "There are different things you can add to it in the fridge or one of the cupboards." You placed the book down and walked over slowly to him.

"I can retrieve it myself."

"True, but better to just show you which press so that you don't spend ten minutes searching aimlessly." You rubbed the different markings until you found the right one, then opened it and took out the chocolate and caramel syrups. "Here you go, OUCH!" You hand went immediately to your forehead where you had caused the cupboard door to accidentally collide with it. "Okay, that hurt." You hissed, pressing your palm into it.

Not a moment later, you felt a tall presence just in front of you, smelling as he had before of leather and some form of spice, yet not crowding you. "Why are Midgardian's so fragile?"

"How tall are you?"

"What?"

"You seem to be tall, why am I the only short arse around here?"

"I am not sure what you are saying." He was utterly bewildered by what you were saying.

"Are you tall?"

"By Midgardian standards, yes. By my species standards, most certainly not." There was bitterness in his voice as he stated the second part. You were about to ask him about it when he stated. "You are bleeding."

Cursing, you felt around for some kitchen towel. "Am I getting blood on the counter?"

"Yes, you most certainly are."

"Great." You barked, no longer searching, since you thought it futile.

"Do you wish for me to get something for you?"

You did not answer for a moment, instead you swallowed and nodded, your cheeks becoming reddened in humiliation. "The…the towel, it should be around here, it is wrapped around a tube." You made hand gestures as you spoke, your voice low and defeated. When you felt the paper against your hand you took it. "Thank you." Your words sounded more like a whisper than anything. Unrolling some of it, you pressed it to where you had felt the fluid trickle from and simply kept it there, not saying nor doing anything.

Loki remained silent, he knew it was a look of shame on your face, and decided not to make it worse, had it been one of the Avengers, he would have ensured to ridicule them for such an injury, but seeming as you did not warrant such behaviour, he said nothing.

When you finally finished cleaning it up, you turned around to him. "Is it cleaned?"

"You need to use a wet piece of that to wash away the blood, exactly where you had it pressed before." He informed you.

"Thank you for just asking and not lunging in to do it." You cleared your throat as wet a piece.

"You cannot learn if it is done for you."

"You want to tell everyone else that?"

"I have already." You turned to face him, not that you could see him. "I stated to them the other day that their doing everything for you is actually counterproductive. It seemed to be an alien concept to them."

"Why?"

"They were getting somewhat bothered by your leaving while they all became obsessed with how to have the computer tell you when you need to go to the bathroom."

"I know they mean well, but it is getting too much." You shook your head, the wound stinging when you did so. "This." You indicated to the wound. "Will send them into overdrive."

"It is too high to be noticed, say nothing." He dismissed.

"Will you?" It was difficult not to bite your lip nervously.

"For what reason would I disclose such a thing to that band of insufferable…"

"Still not best friends with any of them, no?"

"I think not." His tone was downright disgusted. "Though I think it safe to say, the feeling is mutual."

"Does it not get annoying?"

"What?"

"Being hated all the time, for something that wasn't entirely your fault." The God's mood altered immediately and you could sense it.

"Do not speak of things you know nothing of." He growled, storming off.

"Sorry." You bowed your head as you whispered the apology.

He ceased walking and turned around to look at you again. "Why are you trying to understand me?"

With a shrug, you faced where you assumed he was. "Because someone who saved the worlds from Thor's youthful stupidity as many times as you have as well as during that alignment that Thor explained cannot be as evil as is said."

"You know nothing of me mortal."

"I don't think even you know yourself some days. I do not need my sight to see the conflict in you. You want to be feared, because you think that is the only way to get any modicum of respect, but behind it all, you are not as hateful as you let on, why else would you actually say something about how they treat me?"

Loki's eyes darted from side to side as he thought of what you had said. "If you think me a good being, you are sadly mistaken."

"I never said you were. If you recall, I said you are not as hateful as you let on." You smiled as you pressed another piece of kitchen towel to your head to dry the water and blood up.