Hello! Chapter 13 is here ^^ Hope you like it.

I don't own the Avengers, only Emma and the alterations made to the story.

Capturing the Heart of a God

Thirteenth day

"So… What's going on? Why did you tell me to come here?" I ask confused as I step into the meeting room. The others are all sitting on some kind of surface, chairs mostly. And by "the others" I mean Natasha, Steve, Bruce and Thor, well my father's there too, but he's not sitting down. Instead he walks towards me and stand kind of behind me, so I have to turn around to look at him.

"We decided to have a bit of fun together!" he exclaims happily. Okay and it's not suspicious at all that he made me turn around. What is he trying to prevent me from seeing?

I smile lightly. "Sounds like fun, Dad," I say and turn around. My eyes dart around the room, hoping to catch whatever it is he was trying to hide. I see the others' happy faces, well sort of happy anyway, and I see a big screen in the general direction they're all positioned. I grit my teeth. A screen, which is showing a picture… A picture of me as a three-year old with ice cream smeared all over my face.

"Dad!" I exclaim angrily. "That picture is not supposed to be shown to anyone!"

He just laughs and puts an arm around me to drag me over to a chair. "Come on, darling, no one is making fun of you here."

"Then why are you laughing?!" Maybe I'm overreacting just a bit, but I hate it when people show pictures of me. And I know my father has a very funny story that goes with this picture.

"We're just laughing with you, Emma, not at you," Steve tries to calm me down.

"Okay, you have to hear this! This was when Emma was three, I had bought her ice cream. It was strawberry ice cream, which she had never had before," my father says excited. I can tell the others are listening interested.

"Here we go," I mumble, low enough so no one will hear but my father, and that's only because he's sitting right next to me. He sends me a look that says Come on, have some fun, I'm only joking. Yeah okay, Dad, I can relax. I smile back at him, still planning to kill him if he goes overboard. Luckily, I have some pictures of him, too.

"Okay, so the minute she tastes the ice cream, it's like her eyes light up. Like she's in love or something," he laughs.

I groan. "You're exaggerating."

He shakes his head. "I'm not." I just roll my eyes. "She continues eating the ice cream, and at one point she exclaims "It gets better and better for each bite, if I take small bites it will end up much better." She's all serious and she's just got ice cream all over her face even though she's talking about small bites, that's when I took the picture."

The others burst out laughing at his story, I even chuckle a bit myself. I guess it is kind of… cute.

"See, it is funny!" My father gestures to me, and I nod reluctantly.

"It's funny."

"You were really clever for a three-year old, weren't you, Emma? Forming sentences and thinking like that," Bruce says, still laughing a bit.

I just shrug in reply.

"Of course she was, she's my kid," my father answers in my place and pulls me closer.

I move to get up. "Is this thing connected to JARVIS, Dad?"

He nods. "Yeah, why?"

I smirk. "You're not the only one with pictures, Dad." I only just see his horrified face, before I turn towards the screen. "JARVIS, can you access my computer files and find the picture folder marked Embarrassing Daddy Pictures?"

"Already doing it, Miss Stark," the voice answers.

"Thanks, J," I smile and turn back towards the others. "Dad, can you please change the settings for my name? I have told you a million times, I don't want him to call me Miss Stark, it makes me seem old."

"Why don't you just ask him to call you something else, Emma?" Natasha asks me.

I turn to her and lift my eyebrows. "Don't you think I've tried that? My father enjoys making me suffer, so he's put some kind of lock on it."

My father smirks. "You wanna negotiate, darling? Your name changed for no embarrassing photos of me?"

I laugh out loud. "As if." I turn towards the screen again. "Just show the first one, J."

The first picture shows my father with cookie dough and flour all over him. "I think that was when I was ten and he wanted to make a cake with me. Needless to say, it didn't turn out so great." The others laugh.

The next hours we all spend together. They have apparently decided to take a day off just to hang out, and I can't say I'm against it. I can imagine this is what it's like having a family.

The pictures varies in level of embarrassment. Some are just pictures from experiences my father and I have had, mostly at home or a rare time on vacation. Some are from my high school years, and some goes back to when I was a baby. The nakedness varies too, but thankfully the pictures I'm naked in are baby pictures. In some of my teen pictures I have far too little clothes on; mini shorts and tops that don't cover my whole stomach, and bikinis. But it's okay; I did choose to wear that. My dad also gets his share of embarrassment, but then again it's limited how embarrassed he really gets. I'm suspecting he's used to it from the tabloids. We even manage to find some pictures from when Natasha was with us, one of them consists of my father drunkenly "putting the moves on her", which I would have preferred not to see. All in all we're having fun.

It gets a bit later than usual, when I finally sit next to Loki on the bench again. However, we were having fun, so I can't really complain. Now I'm just looking forward to some stories.

"Okay. I have a question," I say happily.

"Of course you have," he shakes his head, "You always have more questions." He sighs, but smirks at me, so I know he's only joking and he's not really tired of it.

I pretend to be offended. "Do you want to hear it or not, Loki?" I ask him teasingly.

He continues the teasing. "Hmm, do I really want to hear the question? Or do I not? See, that is the question."

I laugh. "I didn't know you know Shakespeare; you didn't say that the other day." He just shrugs. "Well, okay. So, is it true that you once got your lips sewn shut?"

His teasing expression gets replaced by a serious one. "Yes, that's true. Do you know what happened too?"

"Wasn't it something about you breaking a promise or something?" I don't really remember the details, to be honest. I just remembered the bit about his lips. Not that I'm thinking of his lips of course.

"To be fair, I didn't break the promise." He says it in a way, so that I can tell he's not telling the whole truth.

"What do you mean, Loki?"

"Okay, I'll tell you," he sighs. But I know he secretly likes to tell me the stories; he likes to remember them. I place myself more comfortable and looks expectantly at him to start the story.

"It all started when I cut off all of Freya's hair. I know I shouldn't have, but she was never very nice to me. I was then commanded to get her a new one, so naturally I went to the dwarves." I roll my eyes, naturally, yeah of course you go to the dwarves to get hair. He doesn't seem to notice and just continues, "The dwarves were known as the sons of Ivaldi. They made three items; the hair for Freya, a ship called Skídbladnir and a spear called Gungnir."

"What happened next?" I ask confused, because I don't really see what this has to do with him getting his lips sewn shut.

"Well, I'm not known for my tricks for nothing," he smirks. "I made a bet with two other dwarves that they couldn't make three items better than those I had already received. The dwarves were Brokk and Eitri. The price were the loser's head."

I now sit with my eyes wide, anticipating what will happen next.

"Brokk and Eitri first made a boar called Gullinbursti, then a golden arm ring called Draupnir. The ring would make eight similar rings every ninth night. I could see that I might be losing, and I didn't exactly want to lose my head, so I transformed into a horsefly and stung Brokk's eye while he was working, and that made him stop. Unfortunately, the hammer he'd made was almost done anyway, so the handle just got a bit too short." I frown reproachfully at the cheating, but the word "hammer" wipes my blame away.

"Wait… the hammer?"

He smirks. "Yes, the hammer Mjölnir."

"You are the reason that got made?" I ask with disbelieve in my voice.

He only nods, and continues. "Odin, Thor and Freyr were the judges, and they chose Brokk and Eitri, because of Mjölnir." He shakes his head slightly. "I'm ashamed to admit that I tried to run, to flee. It didn't work though."

I frown confused. Didn't he say the prize was the loser's head? Loki obviously didn't lose his head. "So what did you do?"

He smirks again. "There's a reason why I'm called Silvertongue, Emma. I simply told him that he had no right to my neck only to my head. He couldn't figure out where to cut, so he got so annoyed that he sew my lips tightly together instead."

I realize I'm sitting with my mouth open, and quickly close it. "Didn't it hurt? How did you get it off again? How long did you have the stitches for?"

He grins. "One question at a time. Yes, it hurt, but no more than I could manage. After 9 days, Odin and Frigg decided that I had suffered enough and got rid of the stitches. You can still see the scars, though, if you look carefully."

"Really?" I immediately move closer to examine his mouth. If I look very carefully I can see the small holes. God, it must have hurt. I can't even imagine the pain.

(Loki's POV)

She doesn't seem to think about the position we're in, or she doesn't mind, but I honestly think it's the first option. Her face is about 10 centimeters away from me, and with her face I mean her eyes, since she's currently examining my mouth.

My gaze trail down further to her lips. She's slightly biting her lower lip as she concentrates on finding the scars. I find that it looks adorable. Her lips are slightly pink and perfectly formed; they're beautiful. I don't know how I haven't noticed that before, but they truly are.

She doesn't seem to notice me staring at her lips hungrily, imagining kissing them. So I keep doing it; I don't think I can stop looking to be honest. Subconsciously I'm kind of hoping that she'll notice me looking and act on it; I'm imagining her equally hungry lips on mine, tasting her. But she doesn't, unfortunately. I lean a bit further, lost in the thoughts of her lips on mine.

Suddenly she looks up at my eyes, realizing my gaze and the position we're in. She raises her head, probably meaning for it to put her out of the slightly awkward situation. But it doesn't, instead her lips are now directly in front of my own, and there's only about 5 cm between them. My eyes, which are locked on hers, trail down to her lips; she can't not notice.

But just as I'm about to close the remaining space between us, she leans back. Finally really realizing the position we're in. I can't help but to feel disappointed, but also stupid. How could I even think that she would want to kiss me? A guy in a prison isn't really the perfect guy for her. Like she'd ever want to be with me!

I sigh inwardly. I notice her looking away awkwardly, eyeing the door. She seems nervous, almost like she wants to leave. Of course, she wants to leave, Loki! How stupid can you get?! I inwardly yell at myself.

I'm about to say something, when the door to the room is suddenly smashed open and her father runs in. Following him is Rogers, Banner, Romanoff and Thor. I glance at Emma, but she looks as shocked as I feel, clearly she didn't hear them either. They've already seen her in here, I can't do anything.

(Emma's POV)

His lips are directly in front of mine, giving me a perfect opportunity to kiss him. No, I wouldn't do that. For one he wouldn't want me to and I'm not about to ruin this friendship for a kiss. Second reason, my father would hate me for doing it and wouldn't understand at all. Third reason, I don't think I would be able to control myself if I kissed him.

Therefore I hurriedly lean back, so the opportunity isn't there anymore. I could swear I saw him lean slightly forward at the same time, but that can't be true. Why would he do that? For absolutely no reason, that's right.

So… this is awkward. I consider leaving and eye the door. But that would be rude, wouldn't it? I should say something, but frankly I can't think of anything to save my life.

Of course, Loki is going to make this not awkward again; he opens his mouth to say something. Probably something to make this enjoyable again. But suddenly my father bursts into this room. Oh god oh god oh god! What can I do now?! Is there even anything to do now? I can't think of anything, and glancing at Loki, it doesn't look like he can either.

"What are you doing to my daughter, you monster?!" my father yells at Loki, while opening the cage and running in here. The others are drawing their weapons, and getting ready to defend me or attack Loki, I guess.

I try to defend Loki and myself, but get hushed by my father. "You are not saying anything, Emma! I will speak with you later!" With that he grabs my arm and yanks me out of the cage. He closes the door behind us.

When he grabs me, Loki finally reacts, "Don't hurt her!" Not really the words I expected to hear from him, I assumed he would try to defend himself or something, instead he tries to… protect me?

Looking around at the others, I think only Natasha and Thor noticed. But that makes sense. After all, Natasha is a spy, and a really good one at that. And Thor has lived his entire life with Loki; he knows him.

My father seems to look twice at him, too. But he doesn't consider that Loki might not have done anything. "Dad, he hasn't done anything to me, I walked in there myself. I have been doing it since you gave me "the job", so I don't see how it's a problem," I try to defend myself and Loki, but of course that just makes my father angrier.

"You have done what?! I trusted you to be safe, and this is what you've been doing?!" he almost screams at me, but succeeds in holding back a bit of his apparent rage. But not for long, "And you," he yells at Loki, "you better not have hurt her, or I will personally kill you!"

I look apologizing at Loki, and mouths "I'm sorry" to him. He acknowledges it with a nod. But I can see that he's just as angry and worried and sad as me.

"Tony, don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?" Steve asks him gently. "You're hurting her." And that's true, he actually is. He has been gripping my arm all this time and it's starting to hurt.

At least that breaks through to him. "Oh sorry, Em'," he mumbles and lets go of me. But then he gets serious and angry again. "You are coming with me right now, young lady!" And then he makes sure I walk in front of him out of the door. I notice the others leaving, too, but it's already too late to see Loki a last time, when I turn my head.

"You are not to see him again! You are not bringing him his food anymore, and I want you near me. Is that clear? You are staying here, or you're staying with me, okay?" He's still seething with anger, but I know that behind the anger he's just worried. Or at least I hope so.

I nod. Of course, I understand. I did expect him to say this after all.

"I need you to say it, darling. Say that you understand and that you will follow the rules," he demands.

"I understand what you're saying, Dad, and I'll stick by the rules. I get it, okay?!" I stand up angrily from the chair I was occupying. "If you would just listen to me for one minute, you would understand that there was really nothing to be worried about!"

"Then tell me, Emma, what in the name of God makes this okay?! You can't tell me there was no reason to worry, because finding you with him is more than enough reason!" Yeah, the temper thing definitely comes from my dad.

"Can you just listen to me, Dad?" I practically beg him. He doesn't respond, but at least he stays silent. "I went in there voluntarily, okay? He didn't do anything to me, nothing to hurt me. We were simply talking, he was telling me about his life compared to the myths, and I was telling him about life here. There's nothing to worry about, Dad." I try to say it as gently as possible, even though I'm still kind of pissed.

"Okay, Emma. He didn't hurt you, I get that. But the thing is, he could have. And I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if he had. And what did you tell him about your life?" His tone gets suddenly serious with a worried edge to it.

"Nothing important, don't worry. I didn't spill any weaknesses or anything," I joked. I count it as a success, 'cause he smiles a little.

"But just so we're clear, you still can't visit him or see him again. Do you understand? He's dangerous," he says in a stern voice.

"Yes, I get it, Dad. It's fine," I smile in a hopefully innocent way. I don't know if I'll be able to keep that promise.

After a kind of awkward silence, I've decided to just read in my book. As long as I'm not allowed to go anywhere alone but here, I don't really have any other choice. My father is sitting in front of me, just staring and thinking, I guess. So I start reading.

"Are you angry with me?" That didn't last long. Sighing I close my book again.

"No, Dad, I'm not angry. You did what you had to, it's fine," I smile to let him know that I'm not lying. And I'm not, I'm not angry with him, I understand perfectly.

"Okay then," he says a bit uneasy, but nonetheless smiles back relieved. He quickly changes the subject. "Are you making dinner today?"

"Of course. I didn't yesterday, and we settled on every second day. So I should do it today," I say.

He smiles at me. "Okay, good. But I would really like a day, where it's just the two of us. Would that be okay?"

I hesitate. "Okay then. I'll just make something for them too. Then they can eat together or alone, but at least they'll have good food." I smile at him, already planning what to do.

His smile brightens as I smile to him.

"Okay then. Do you want to help me make it?" He looks like he's about to back out, so I hurriedly say, "And when I say help making it, I of course mean cut the vegetables and keep me company." At this I grin.

He smirks. "In that case, I would love to."

I would love to hear what you guys think about this chapter ^^ Finally a bit of romance and drama ;) I know that in the real myth about Loki getting his lips sewn shot, it's Sif's hair he cuts, but since Sif is different in Marvel's universe than in the myths I decided to change it to Freya. Hope no one minds. Thank you for all who has been reviewing, favouriting or following, it warms my heart every time I get a notification ^^ See you next monday with chapter 14 ;)