I really enjoyed writing the last two chapters...and I have a lot more where this came from. Hope you enjoy this next one. Again Sophie, this one is for you!I do not own the scene from the scene from the end of "Thor," but I included it because it seemed to be perfect.

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Chapter Five - Freedom to tempt

The police station that was closest to the bar where they had gotten into their altercation took them for processing. In all five of them were arrested and taken to the prison to be interviewed and held until they could see the magistrate in the morning.

Loki knew that he would not wait that long.

The students and adults that he shared a large cell with nursed their injuries and wounded pride while he sat patiently with his legs crossed on the bench.

The one whom he had given the bloody nose to stared at him.

He shrugged his eyebrows at him and the student pushed himself up against the wall in shock.

Loki laughed.

"Don't worry man," one of the others whom he had punched told him. "My dad is going to get us out of here."

"And why is that?" Loki said. "Wouldn't be because you are afraid of me, are you?"

They were quiet and he chuckled.

One of the police officers came down the hall with his keys dangling. The large, dark complected man shouted, "Kenton."

Oh yeah, that was him, he thought and turned his head. "Yes," he spoke.

"Your bail has been paid," the officer said. "You are free to go."

"My bail?" he questioned. "Who would have paid for my release?"

"Don't know, but she is waiting for you."

She, he thought. How convenient.

He was escorted to a window where he retrieved his persona's belongings and to the door that separated the jail from the offices.

There stood Jane Foster, pacing with her coat held in her arms in front of her.

The door opened.

"You're free to go," the officer said.

"Thank you," he replied and proceeded to walk toward her.

Their eyes met and they stood nearly in front of one another.

"Lucas Kenton?" she said his alias's name.

"That would be me," he answered. "You are..." He figured he would ask to pretend as though he did not know her.

"Jane Foster," she added with an extended hand. He took it and shook hands with her. "Your bail bonder. Let's get out of here."

"Absolutely."

They walked outside and he assisted her in putting her coat on.

"Thank you," she replied.

"So what are the terms of my release?" he asked.

"Well, you have to go before a judge in three weeks," Jane told him.

"And why did you come to my rescue?"

"Because you put your life in the way for mine," she replied. They arrived to her car parked on the curb. "It was the least that I could do. Can I take you anywhere?"

Loki did not have a place where he was staying arranged yet. He was only spending time in shadows of her loft to stay close to his target where he could regain his energy and strength.

"Would you mind taking me back toward campus to my dorm?" he told her.

"Absolutely," she told him and he climbed in with her.

He watched her as she started the vehicle and noticed that her companion was in the backseat.

He would not be able to make an attempt on her yet.

"So, what do you do?" Jane asked.

Think fast, he thought. "I am a teacher's assistant," he lied. "Just moved to town. Haven't really unpacked yet either."

"That's cool," she replied as she drove. "So, you just saw these guys harassing me and you decided to get into a bar brawl with them."

"Nah," he replied. "It was just a bit of fun." and he chuckled. "But I do have manners and I know how a lady should be treated."

They soon arrived to the residence hall row where she pulled over the car to drop him off.

"Thank you Ms. Foster," he said to her. "Perhaps I will catch you some other time."

"Just please do not get in any trouble or not go before the judge," she said to him as he was outside the car. "I do not want them coming after me."

"They won't, I promise. Have a good day."

Loki closed the door and watched her drive away.

He would not subject himself to living in this place with mortal children. He needed to return to the loft in order to stay close to his prey.

Hiding out near her apartment was the best place for him.

It was true though. He would "catch her" another time.

After dropping Lacey off at her townhouse, Jane Foster returned to the downtown corridor to her lodgings. It was going to be dawn soon, but that is what you get when you go out in New York.

Once inside the door, she checked her mailbox and walked up the creaky staircase to the next floor. The male owner of the bookstore who was also her landlord was coming out, probably to get his day at the store started.

She nodded as she fumbled with her keys and entered into her unit.

Jane left a trail of clothes from her tight denim jeans and the black sweater on the floor on her way to the bathroom. She needed to brush her teeth before she went to sleep.

But then she decided on a quick shower to wash the smoky smell from her hair and rinsed herself clean.

What a night, she thought. First she gets completely hammered, then she is the object of a bar brawl, she bails a total stranger out of jail, and now she was going to go to bed.

Darcy would have a field day when she got a chance to tell her story.

Jane pulled on a flesh-tone camisole and proceeded to the living room to her sofabed. It was not the greatest comfort in the world as it squeaked and squealed with her movement, but it would due while SHIELD had her here.

And sleep grabbed hold of her when she closed her eyes.

It was so easy.

Loki walked ever so delicate and graceful alongside the bed where Jane Foster was lying in her slumber. His fingers glided along the fabric of the couch that also served as her bed.

He knelt down, now fully cloaked in his armor and cape, and stared at her as she slept.

His vision was filled with her radiant and perfect form that was still as she tried to go to sleep. No doubt the alcohol in her system was going to impact how fast or slow she made it to sleep.

He took a seat next to her, not making a movement or a sound.

Jane Foster was completely at his mercy.

He did owe her a reprieve for saving him from the stifling prison that he had been taken too. She had rescued him from having to perform some magical act in order to escape.

Loki's hand delicately smoothed the sheet with her flesh underneath it. She made no notion to the motion as he crossed over her body.

His fingers reached near her hip and suddenly Jane woke up. She snapped awake, gathering the sheet over her chest.

But he did not allow himself to be seen by her. His invisibility charm that he was cloaked in was simple enough to where it could be turned on and off at will.

He shifted his body so the both of them could stare at one another.

All it was going to take was a simple reach of his hand around her throat and squeeze. She would not know what took her life. He could watch her face turn blue, her eyes roll slowly back, and she would collapse into his arms.

It was perfect.

But the chivalrous side of him opted to wait and simply stare at her.

Jane finally did relax and lied back down on her bed.

"Sleep now Lady Jane," he said, even though she could not hear him. "I am not going anywhere anytime soon." He chuckled to himself.

Suddenly he began to grow weak and knew that he needed to rest. He jumped up and crawled across the rafters's beams. He located a place above her main egress. It would suffice for now...until his plans proceeded further.

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The dream played through the musical in his mind. His soul, separating from his skin, looked down upon his sleeping form.

The body, clutched tightly around the golden helmet with the cape thrown delicately over; a blanket of warmth mixed with power.

Loki stared down upon his body and reached into this spiritual reality that he was experiencing. He saw that Jane was still asleep in her bed.

His spirit walked over to her body. She was still as water without a ripple grazing the surface.

That ripple came when she rolled onto her back. Her mouth parted and whispered a name.

"Loki," her sweet voice called out to him in ecstasy.

Loki gasped that she was calling out to him.

Suddenly his vision altered and he became lost in an imaginary world.

His body transcended through a prismatic euphoria. His body was light and gave no weight to control. It appeared that he was falling and flying all at the same time.

Suddenly darkness swallowed him and he crashed on a cold dark, dank stone floor.

He stood up, gathering his cape so it draped behind him.

"This is quite a labyrinth," he heard a voice said and he went to look around the corner. "I was thinking they're taking me down to kill me." The man had a slight hint of laughter in his voice.

There was another voice of another person. "I have been hearing about the New Mexico situation," the voice said. "Your work has impressed a lot of people who are much smarter than I am."

What were these men referring to?

The man, whom Loki identified as Jane's mentor and friend spoke to the other person in all black to where he could barely see him. "I have a lot to work with," the doctor answered. "The Foster Theory, the gateway to another dimension...it's unprecedented...isn't it?"

Gateways to other dimensions. This reached deep into his mind, grabbed his attention, and pulled it to the forefront. The master magician walked close to the conversation.

The one dark man walked away and Jane's mentor walked to follow him.

"Legend tells us one thing, History...another," the man, tall and dark completed with an eyepatch over his eye. Very similar to his father who lost his eye during the battle with his birth father Laufey. "But every now and then, we find something that belongs to both."

There was something in between the men as he drew closer.

He finally was able to see it. It was a metallic case that separated the two men. The militia man was about to open the case and expose it so Dr. Selvig could look at it.

This curiosity would be the death of him, but still he proceeded to walk slowly to the secret meeting.

The case was opened and a glowing light poured dimly from within. Powerful vibrations raced through as he could feel whatever it was in this case singing through every fiber in his body.

What was it that this secretive group was in possession of? What did they have that through this dreaming illusion he was seeing or being permitted to see?

His eyes were locked on the interior of this case. It was a small glowing cube that was intricately connected by wires. Whatever this device was that it was connected to this cube, it was suppressing its power.

It was not being allowed to live up to its glory.

Their minds were connected. It was crying out to be returned to its power.

Loki was amazed at the power of this cube. This tesseract, once a powerful weapon of his father Odin, was not worthy of being possessed by these humans.

"What is it?" the doctor asked.

"Power doctor," the eyepatch commando replied. "We can learn how to tap it, maybe unlimited power."

These humans had no idea the power that they were trifling with. The cube would be answer more of its calling if it was within his hands.

He knew what he needed to do. Not only to enact and complete his revenge on Jane Foster, but he needed to possess this cube.

Loki stared at his reflection and smiled. "Well guess that is worth a look," he whispered, his magical tendrils at work.

"Well I guess that is worth a look, the human puppet and mentor repeated his words.

Loki suddenly snapped awake at the cold shivers that ran through his body. His cape was covering his body, but that was not what woke him.

Jane was awake and blending something in a contraption in the kitchen. She was singing to herself as she bobbled up and down on her feet.

She finished the mixing and pouring the beverage into a mug, as he watched her. Jane then grabbed her jacket and walked out of her lodgings.

His mind and body were weak as his eyes raced in chase with his thoughts and interpretations of his vision.

His mind had been obsessed with killing Jane. Now he needed to get his hands on the cube from the government entity that had moved her from New Mexico to New York.

However, he would rest and formulate his next move.

How sweet of Jane to bail Loki out of jail...but what is the right thing to do? You will soon see.

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