Hey all…I realized that in my hurry to get to the smut I've neglected, oh, I dunno…plot development, characterization. I'm gonna move forward without doing any rewrites for now. If you're enjoying…hope you are still doing so. Please hold, the smut will be back soon.

The only sound Rowan heard was the light raining of dirt on the top of the casket as it crumbled slowly out of her hand. Blinded by tears and rage, she buried her mentor, her friend. Agent Phil Coulson, who had taken her under his wing and brought her into S.H.I.E.L.D. after the death of her parents. Who had seen her untapped potential. He was a legend in the ranks, and he had been killed by a god as a man swats at a fly.

So help me God Phil, I will make him burn for this.

A ray of golden Asgardian sunshine fell across Rowan's eyes, waking her. She bolted upright, alone in her bed, the sheets still damp underneath her.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Rowan dressed and made her way to Loki's cell in haste, slamming the door behind her.

He was waiting for her.

"Good morning my love", he said cheerily. Seeing her expression, his face fell. "What? Did I not satisfy you last night? Because if that wasn't satisfaction, than you're a better trickster than I".

"Did you even know his name?" Her voice was steel.

"What?"

"You killed a friend of mine."

"I have killed many my love"

"Stop calling me your love. I don't know what…magic…you have placed over me but it stops now".

"There was no magic involved my dear. I assure you, you came to me willingly. Just as I said you would". Loki stepped up to the force field of his cage. "And who was this friend of yours Rowan? Was he just a friend? Or was he more? Trying to make me jealous?"

"He tried to stop you from getting off that carrier"

"Oooooh…Coulson. Yes. Not very clever was he?"

Rowan stepped close to the barrier, so they were only inches apart, the only thing separating them being the force field. "You call yourself a god, but you will never be even a tenth of the man Phil Coulson was".

"Ech, what do you say on Midgard? He was collateral damage". And then he grinned at her. Grinned.

Rowan slapped him, slapped him as hard as she'd ever hit anyone or anything in her life. Every ounce of grief and anger she had been carrying around for months went into it. His head snapped to his right but the rest of him stood steady, and when he slowly turned back to look her in the eyes, he matched her with an astonished stare the color of blood.

"How…" he whispered.

Rowan stared at her hand. Somehow she had breached the magic of the force field to hit him. He had claimed it could not keep him in. It also seemed it could not keep her out.