By the time Loki forced you to stop kissing him, your lips ached and were swollen, your breathing was shallow and fast, from the way stray strands were tickling your face, your hair dishevelled, and were you to be brutally honest, you had no idea how you ended up straddling him. "I think you would be best served having something to eat, I am not fond of the idea of you fainting due to malnourishment."

"I can't go up there."

"Why not?"

"I have a feeling I have lips that look like I was eating grogaberries."

Loki chuckled. "Yes, I fear you do. They are as crimson as blood. I must admit they are highly enticing." He gently leant forward and took the lower one in his teeth and pulled slightly. You hissed in pain. "You will need to get them to settle down somewhat."

"How?"

"Ice would be best," He suggested.

"That is a great idea, except for the fact that the only place I am aware of there being ice is in the common area, and please revert back to problem A, being the Avengers."

"Well, that is an issue." His hands had slid to your sides, his eyes following, liking everything that he was able to see. "I am going to help you off of me, aren't I?"

"I don't remember how I even got on."

"With surprising ease, I should state." He sounded impressed.

"Did you not help?"

"I made to, but it was blatantly clear, you were capable of doing so with or without my assistance."

"You sound proud."

"You have openly admitted I caused your highly intelligent mind to temporarily forget certain events, and I made you willing to climb upon me, why would I not?" He grinned.

"You are such an egotistical being." You shook your head as you laughed.

"It is no secret, you knew that long before today."

"Indeed, I did." You grinned, pressing your forehead against his, your nervousness easily transmitting to him.

"I will not do as he did," He swore.

"I know."

"Do you?"

"Yes, since the only other viable option for you here is the Widow, and I would not like your chances should you try, she hates you almost as much as Barton."

"You think my lack of options the reason to not fret? Or is your attempt at humour to hide under a façade so not to show your fear?"

"The latter," You admitted nervously.

"I suspected. You have had fate in me with your life until now, please continue to see me as that being you can trust; and yes, I am aware I made referring to you seeing."

"It's not as funny when you acknowledge it." You smiled, playing with some of his hair. "I wish I got to see you before."

"Does my appearance really matter?" He frowned slightly, nervous about your response.

"No, looks mean nothing really; they fade, or can be destroyed so easily."

Loki noticed your demeanour alter slightly at the second part of that sentence. "You think yourself destroyed?"

"Well, I cannot imagine how my eyes look." You started to fidget your fingers slightly. "I cannot imagine what else is different. My hair is getting too long."

"It looks well, I can assure you, and thank the Norns you do not believe in altering it to ridiculous colours."

"You don't have to say that to save my feelings, I was told more than once that long does not suit me."

Loki clenched his teeth angrily, wishing he had a manner in which to meet the despicable cockroach that had caused you to think your appearance was anything but perfect. "I suppose he told you that you required an alteration to your eating, and clothing also, I am sure he demanded you alter everything about yourself. Your studies, I would wager they were not an adequate pursuit either." You remained silent. "Why is it the most deplorable males find the only worthy females and ruin them?" He shook his head.

"I am too messed up." You bit your lips together and went to try and lift yourself from his lap.

Loki gripped you tightly and laughed. "I fear if you are messed up, then I am beyond all measure."

"Perhaps it is that we are, what is it you called me before? Defective?"

"Perhaps." Loki chuckled. "Now, you need to eat."

"What about you?"

"Well, of course, I will go too, after all, if I do not go with you now, I will be forced to feed myself."

You laughed again. "So that was the plan, seduce me so I would feed you?"

"Is it working?" He jested back.

"Not really." You bit your lip for a moment, releasing it again when it hurt, you could sense him looking at you closely. "Loki?" Your voice was small. "Is there anything other than the cloudiness in my eyes?"

"I do not understand."

"Is there any scarring on my face or anything?"

"No." His brow furrowed "Hence why I never assumed anything was different with you on that occasion where we first met, you look entirely like every other human other than your eyes."

You gave a small smile and nodded. "Okay, good."

He pursed his lips slightly at how uncertain you were of your own worth. "If I require sustenance, then you most certainly do, so rise," He ordered.

"How will we do this?"

"Do what?"

"Organise going up to the common area, if we arrive together, they are all going to know what is happening and more than likely collectively go banana's."

"They are going to fruit?"

"They will get very angry, and very aggressive."

"They had best be getting used to it," He growled indignantly, keeping a firm grip on you.

"And they will, but until such time as I have eaten, perhaps we should not cause them all to get so pissed off," You suggested.

"Very well, I concede that you are right, if they are busy arguing, no food will be prepared." You laughed. "What is so amusing, dare I ask?"

"You may attempt to act all 'better than thou' but you are so essentially male."

"I am male, but if you are referring to me being like the rest of those miscreants, I fear you are mistaken."

"I fear I am not."

"How about you go first, prepare the food, and I shall turn up soon after, and steal some."

"Anything to get some food?"

"I will not apologise for basic bodily requirements."

"I have a suspicion you will not apologise for anything."

"You assume correctly."

"How will I explain my lips?"

"They are slightly better."

"I can feel them throbbing. I'll go with accidentally scalding them."

"That sounds painful." He winced slightly.

"It means I am saying I burnt them with hot water."

"Well, that seems utterly horrid."

"But it may work, they are astute, but they won't think too much of it, especially if you arrive soon after and your lips are fine."

"There is only one manner in which to check." Loki, he took your hand and guided you to the door. "I will join you shortly, until then." He placed his lips on your hand.

"You are a very conflicting being," You commented.

"I fear you have no idea." He grinned in return.

With a quick command, Beauty came and you walked to the elevator; requesting for you to be brought to the common area.

Loki watched you leave, as silence filled the room, he contemplated what had occurred. You had not been repulsed by him, you felt similar to him, that was hard to comprehend, he was a monster, how could you know what he had done and still look passed it? Was it just some cruel game the Norn's had done? He thought of all the women of the court that used try and feign interest in him, but in truth, they only ever wanted Thor, he recalled the rejection, he hated every moment of it, but apparently you had felt such too. You were not even half a century old and you had experienced what he had at over eleven hundred years. He walked to the elevator and had it bring it to his and Thor's rooms; when he opened the door to the common area between their two rooms; he rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Loki." Thor was beaming at him, a sly smile on his face. "Say it."

"I rather have snake venom poured in my eyes."

"The Midgardian's actually have a story of that happening to you."

"Where do you think I got the idea?"

"And that your devoted wife saved you."

"I don't have one of them, though, do I?"

"Well, you could have the good doctor care for you." Thor chuckled. "I was right all along."

"It must be a welcomed change of perspective for you," He growled.

"Come now Loki, you would think you would be in better form now you have actually had someone wish to be near you in such a personal manner for the first time in…actually, when did you last have a woman in your embrace?"

"That is not your concern."

"That long so? Well then, why not be in better humour, unless of course you require cooling down, or do Frost Giants require heating up." A moment later, Thor was struck across the back of the head with a book, by the time he had turned around Loki was already gone. After a few minutes, the golden-haired prince heard the telltale noise of water flowing and he chuckled to himself.