It was early in the morning, the sun wasn't yet up. There was moisture in the air, and dew on the ground. Thors chamber was chill, but a lovely temperature. He was still half asleep, but something was pulling him slowly out of it; some form of pleasure.

He choked on a breath, opening his eyes to see Kali under the blankets, her head moving up and down along his lower region.

"Ka-," he tried to get out, but just collapased back down. He bit his bottom lip, reaching forward and grabbing her head, firmly gripping it, guding it down and up his God-like cock.

"God, girl,"he groaned out. She emerged from the blankets, smirking, crawling up to meet his face. She placed rough kisses and bites on his down, up his jaw line, moving to his lips.

He couldn't take it. He had learned control, but not that much control. He growled, grabbing her small frame and flipping her underneath him.

Thor shot out of bed, pouring sweat, Kali sitting in a pillowed chair in front of the bed, a large smirk on her face.

"Is that how you think of me?" she asked.

"You saw my dreams." she scratched his head, and the inside of his ear. "I felt it. You were in it. That's a dirty, dirty-"

"Mind? Oh, yes, I see just how dirty your mind is. You just met me. It's a bit disgusting if you ask me." she looked out the window at the moon that was still up. It was only a little after 3 in the morning.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked, running his hand through his sweat drenched curls.

She shrugged, getting up and walking closer to the window. "I'm a night owl. It's always so dark in Svartalfheim I'm used to it. It's hard for me not to be awake when it's dark out. Same on Earth. I always slept when the sun was out."

"Please try and get some rest." he insisted. "I'm going to go sleep in my brothers chamber for the remainder of the night." he got out of the bed, stretching.

Kali whipped around. "No." he looked at her, puzzled. "I mean.. Please don't. Please stay here. Something is telling me not to be alone."

Thor paused for a second and then sighed, turning back around. "Fine. But no more messing with my mind, you understand, girl?" She smirked at him, nodding.

"I didn't mess with your mind. I read it. I saw. You dreamed those things, I had no effect on that." she turned back to the window, her green eyes refelcting off the moon light and her tan skin. Maybe she wasn't lying, maybe he was attracted to her in a certain way, even he didn't want to admit. His fling with Jane was enough to keep him away from women who weren't from Asgard; it could never be.

"I shall return to my slumber," his tone was soft, less thundering. "But we leave early, and I need you well rested. I promised to keep you safe, and that is what I plan to do. Asgard or Midgard, you will be safe. I've seen what the Dark Elves are capable of, and I've seen some of your power. There's a difference with you. Good night, little one." he laid back down, rolling onto his side.

Kali wanted to yell at him for calling her little one, but she bit her tongue. Her mind was racing far too fast about far too many things to even spit out anything half cocky. She had never in her 600 years of life needed help being protected, but things were changing, and the council was getting stronger and closer to what they wanted. Kali was powerful, that was sure thing, but her power could not some close to that of all the High Council; or so she believed.

She had learned many tricks while living on Earth on how to stay protected. She had a few close run ins, leaving her scarred and in a fragile state for a day or so, but she healed quick and was in a new hiding spot. The most recent attempt left her in Svartalfheim, nearly controlled by them, but a frivile mistake aided her mistake back to Midgard; that was only ten years ago. She feared for all Nine Worlds if the High Council ever got what they wanted.

Her power could destroy everything, including Svartalfheim. The thing that made her mind most clouded and hostile, was that the Elves would stop at nothing. They would destroy themselves and their own people and still not be satisfied. Her being captured, giving up and in, would lead to nothing but death for everyone. Death with no good reason.

Kali sighed, calming her thoughts. As much as her body and mind were fighting sleep, the King was right. She needed rest for the next day; she needed her mind fresh so she could escape from him when given the chance. The last thing she needed was to drag someone else into this, especially someone who had more than enough going on. They may have been from different lands, different worlds, but she knew all too well who he was.

All the women from all Nine Worlds dreamed of nothing more than laying with the King, being with him in any way possible. She heard of his achievments, of his power and strength. She knew what he was capable of and what he could do. He had enough, and she was not baggage he needed.

But then again, he was strong and mighty and feared by every one, in all the Worlds. He was, as he says, a God amoungst Gods, and King amoungst Kings, and he was not someone so easily beaten. Was it time for her to swallow he foolish pride and let someone capable of helping her help? A silly thought.

She shook her head and stood up, tired legs dragging her over to the large bed where the King slept. She crawled in, and laid close to the opposite edge, trying to force her eyes closed.

"Fuck." she whispered, before drifting off into a restful, terror filled dream, like every night.

"Miss," the leather voice of the God awakened her. She blinked her eyes a few times, bright green orbs against milky white eyes. Thor was up and dressed, ready to leave. "I have some clothes laid out for you. They are from a guest we had from Midgard quite a long while ago. They should fit. Once you have dressed please exit through the garden and I will be ready to leave." He laid the pile of clothes down and went out through the double door, leading out to a beauitful garden, with a large spitting fountain in the middle.

Kali sat up and rubbed her eyes, grabbing the clothes and groggily trotted off to the bathroom to change.

Five minutes later she met Thor out in the garden. He walked over to her, looking her up and down.

"I'm glad they fit you." he did admit, they were a little tight, but she also had many more curves than Jane did. She had the perfect child bearing hips that many any womans pants size go up a size or two than what her waist really is. "Are you ready?" Kali nodded and grabbed onto his arm; and they were gone.

The short trip there she continuously thought about escaping once they landed, but something in her mind kept telling her to stay, and see what protection he could offer her.

They landed in a grassy area, just next to a large glass dome and big building.

"Where are we?" she asked, trying to figure it out. Thor began walking, and she tailed close behind.

"Midgard. We're here to see a friend of mine who can help."

And he thought his days with the Avengers were over with.

Kali followed him into the building, where the few people passing by greeted him with a smile and quick hello. After what seemed like miles of concrete floor and glass pane windows, they came through a door that led into what looked like a computer lab; there stood a man who could not be mistaken.

Before Thor or Tony could get a word out, Kali spoke up, stepping forward, her hand extended.

"Tony Stark," she sounded excited. "I didn't know he was going to bring me to the Avengers headquarters. It is a true pleasure to meet you."

Thor seemd to be a little jealous, upset to say the least. She gave Tony a warm welcome the first time they met, but she had yet to even give him some form of gratitude since picking up out of that alley.

"Well thank you, Miss. And you are?" he reached forward and grabbing her hand, placing a small kiss atop it.

"Kali."

"We have bigger problems then you two getting buddy buddy." Thor budded in.

Tony could tell by his face he was not joking. He nodded silently and turned on his heel, walking over to a larger computer. He turned on a program that lit many panels in the room up.

"Well, what's going on? Why are you back?" Stark leaned against a desk, crossing his arms.

There was a lot to be gone over.