Bonnie opened her eyes to a group of familiar people. She blinked slowly and the people slowly turned at looked at her, startled.

'Oh. My. Gosh. The Avengers.' Bonnie thought, her mouth falling open. The Avengers gave her the same basic stare of amazement and wonder and in the midst of them two emerald green eyes seemed to pierce into her soul.

'Loki.' Bonnie shivered in excitement. She quickly examined her clothes to see that they looked normal, just like when they were given to her.

"How in hell'd you get in here?" Tony Stark asked harshly, confused. Pepper clung onto him in surprise.

"Uh…I-I…" Bonnie stuttered. Her head felt fuzzy and she slumped to her knees, only to be caught by Steve Rogers who lunged forward to catch her before she fell. In his strong arms she felt herself lift off the ground; she then felt him place her gently on the sofa in what Bonnie assumed to be Tony and Pepper's apartment in Stark Tower.

'Voice, what's going on?' Bonnie thought, still unable to speak.

'Your mind's a bit weak. Your subconscious is picking a power for you.' Voice explained in a groggy tone; every time you talked to him he seemed more and more tired.

Suddenly Bonnie felt a surge of power run through her body and after a few moments of the group staring down at her in worry and confusion and all around bewilderment, she stood steadily and turned to face them, giving Steve a grateful look.

"Soo…who are you and how did you get in here?" Tony asked again, rudely. Pepper nudged him in the ribs. A flare of pain flashed behind Bonnie's eyes and she winced slightly, very aware that Loki was watching you as if you were some kind of strange despicable creature.

'What's he doing with the Avengers?' Bonnie thought. Suddenly words filled her mind and she thought she might as well say them and see what happened.

"I am here by decree of Odin, Allfather of Asguard, to keep an eye on Loki Laufeyson and to aid him while he rids himself of his inner demons." Bonnie said the last few words hesitantly, the words running out in her mind.

"So you're the hotshot old one-eye told us about?" Tony questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes…" Bonnie said.

'I guess that's really why I'm here…' she thought slowly.

'Fair enough…'

She looked at all the Avengers with too much excitement to hold it all in at once. She smiled broadly.

"Where are you from?" Bruce Banner asked slowly and curiously, pulling off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose wearily.

"Dublin…" Bonnie answered. Everyone just stared at her for a moment.

"So our hero hails from Dublin…" Bruce said slowly.

"My name's Bonnie O'rian." Bonnie continued.

"Greetings to you, Bonnie O'rian of Dublin." Thor boomed in salutations. Bonnie smiled and bowed respectfully.

"Call me Bonnie." She said.

She turned and bowed to Loki as well, surprising him and the rest of the Avengers.

"Laufeyson." Bonnie acknowledged him respectfully, basking in his gaze, relishing in every moment in his presence. Loki smiled bitterly in reply.

Bonnie found out that Loki had been sentenced by Odin to learn humility and to sort out his inner demons before he would ever be able to return to Asguard again. Loki's will of action had been taken, though he could still speak very freely, which meant that he had to do whatever any good and righteous man told him to do without hesitation. Bonnie walked with him to his designated room in Stark Tower and helped him get settled, ignoring his protests of indignance.

"I refuse to be escorted by a disgusting mortal such as you!" Loki spat, opening the door and standing in the doorway.

"You can refuse all you want. Come back in here." Bonnie said calmly, watching as he, against his will, closed the door and backed back into the room. She struggled not to laugh manically at her power over him.

He sat on the bed in a sulking way.

"So, how come you're here instead of serving penance in Asguard?" Bonnie asked, feigning innocence of the whole matter.

Loki gave her a scrutinizing stare for a long moment.

"Do not toy with me, Bonnie O'rian. You already know of my actions." He said with a curious look at you.

Bonnie shrugged and sighed; she guessed she should've known that she wouldn't be able to trick the god of mischief.

"I don't actually know why I'm here." She confessed, sitting next to Loki on the bed. Surprisingly, he didn't shrink away in disgust.

"You're unlike any mortal I've had the displeasure of meeting…" he mumbled slowly.

"Oh…Gee, I'm honored." Bonnie said sarcastically; not knowing her current power was driving her crazy.

She stood and stretched, hoping something would come to her like usual. She looked down at her hands and after a moment she realized she didn't have any.

"Fecking hell?" she spat in surprise.

She realized something.

"Wow!" she breathed as she realized her body was slowly becoming invisible. She looked into the mirror and saw nothing except for Loki.

"You are…much more than you seem." Loki commented as Bonnie quickly appeared and sat back down on the bed.

'Well…that's nifty!' Bonnie thought excitedly.

"I guess I am." Bonnie replied.

The rest of that day was spent in mostly silence until Loki requested that Bonnie leave so that he could sleep. Bonnie obliged and as soon as she had left the room, she had an idea. She made herself turn invisible then she put her hand on the door and to her pleasant surprise, her hand went through the door.

She waited a good few hours, listening intently to make sure Loki made no attempt to escape, and then she walked through the wood of the door and into Loki's room.

He was already asleep, curled up on the bed like a pitiful child. It was sad to look at.

Bonnie gently placed a blanket on him, making sure to not wake him, and pulled up a chair, watching the lonely soul until she herself fell asleep, only half visible; her dreams were filled with musings on a certain hunter and a certain powerful young warlock.

Bonnie woke as soon as she heard Loki stir. She shot open her eyes and let them regain focus on Loki who was giving her a confused glare. Bonnie checked herself and saw that she was only half visible and she laughed, regaining her visibility completely.

Loki looked exhausted, as if he hadn't actually slept for very long; he had dark shadows under his eyes. He looked positively miserable.

"Let's go down to breakfast." Bonnie suggested, standing and stretching the sleepiness out of her body.

"I am not hungry." Loki muttered, looking away.

Bonnie stared at him for a long moment.

"I'm not going to bring something up for you, so I suggest you come down to breakfast with me." She said, walking towards the door. He had no idea how excited she still was just being in his presence.

She walked out the door and waited for a few moments. Loki then walked out the door and flashed Bonnie a nasty glare. Bonnie smiled.

Breakfast was awkward for everyone; the Avengers eyed Loki suspiciously the whole of the meal and then talked amongst themselves as if neither Bonnie nor Loki existed.

Loki glared and fumed inside his head at the Avengers, especially Thor; the Asguardian king did not ignore Loki like the rest and he even tried to engage in conversation with the non-responsive prince. It only pushed Loki further off the edge of his comfort.

Loki then stood abruptly, giving everyone a contemptuous glare, and left, Bonnie trailing after him; no one batted an eye at his leaving, the exception being Thor as he watched the two misfits walk off towards Loki's room.

"Loki," Thor's voice followed the two of them down the hall. Loki pretended not to hear Thor and kept walking. Bonnie looked from one brother to the other.

"Brother,"

"I am not your brother!" Loki hissed.

Bonnie stepped between them.

"Thor, I'm sorry but Loki just needs to be alone." She said.

"Loki's been alone for far too long…" Thor said sadly.

"That may be true, but he won't be alone; not while I'm here." Bonnie gave him a reassuring smile.

Bonnie and Loki didn't speak much for the first week, but she never left his side for longer than the five minutes that it took to use the restroom. Bonnie provided Loki with a constant supply of books, seeing that he obviously loved the things; he loved almost any kind of knowledge.

He read things like Paradise Lost, Les Miserables, and so on. There was almost no waking moment that he wasn't reading; he still looked awfully exhausted every day and it seemed to get worse all the time.

One night, however, after another half-week had passed, Bonnie had still not gone to bed; she'd begun to feel weaker for some reason in this world but that didn't keep her from reading and just generally watching over Loki, who, in her opinion, was one of the most beautiful persons alive. She was reading The Great Gatsby, when Loki squirmed in his bed. She set down her book and walked to his bedside. He was sleeping but fitfully so. He kept tossing and turning, sweating and breathing hard.

Bonnie put her hand on his head and his skin was deathly cold; she panicked for a moment before coming to the conclusion that his skin was that way because of his Joten heritage.

'Hey, Voice, I can just keep imagining things, right?' Bonnie thought.

'Yeah. It may hurt, but knock yourself out. The more you imagine, the harder it is for the consciousness inside to wake up.' Voice replied.

"It looks like you're having a nightmare," Bonnie mumbled. She put her hand back onto his forehead and concentrated. A flood of pain flared behind her eyes but she knew Loki's nightmare was gone.

Loki shot open his eyes and Bonnie vanished at the same moment, startled.

He sat up and looked around as if there were enemies surrounding him. Upon seeing no one, Loki lay back against his pillow and sighed, rubbing his face. Bonnie's heart broke when she looked down at him and saw tears streaming down his face.

"It is true, I am a monster. But whose fault is that?" he groaned.

His expression went through sadness to pain and even through anger as thoughts flooded his mind.

"I suppose…even Bonnie has deserted me…" he sighed, looking around and not seeing her. Bonnie leaned forward and hugged the sad Asguardian, appearing instantly.

"I would never do that." Bonnie whispered in his ear.

Loki, startled, just sat there before burying his face in her shoulder and shaking.

The two of them didn't say a word.

Suddenly, Loki sent Bonnie flying across the room and as soon as she landed he ran at her and pinned her down, holding a golden dagger at her throat. He looked furious.

"You are just as disgusting as all Midguardians! You, Thor, and the Avengers only struggle to see me dead! You will know my power, lowly mortal!" He hissed. He was still trembling.

Bonnie didn't react the way he thought she would and instead, steadied the dagger in Loki's hand with her own hand and held it firmly at her throat.

"Go ahead, Loki." She said, a fierce fire in her green eyes, matching the blaze in Loki's. He wavered for a moment, looking at her in pure confusion and then he sat back, letting Bonnie go. The tears wouldn't stop running down his face.

Bonnie calmly helped Loki back into bed and sat by his side until his breathing slowed and he was once more asleep.

Bonnie spent another week in that world; she and Loki got along much more smoothly than before; well, as smoothly as one can get along with a serial killer god of Asguard. They talked and discussed quite frequently. Loki always looked at Bonnie as if he knew what she was but didn't quite believe it yet; he looked like he knew something she didn't.

The Avengers had also softened up and didn't ignore him anymore; they simply put up with him and thanked Bonnie for taking care of him and keeping out of the way of their missions. Thor kept trying to talk to Loki but their conversations never really got anywhere.

One afternoon, Bonnie was lying on her stomach on Loki's bed, reading, and Loki surprised her by sitting down next to her. Bonnie had been feeling exceptionally weak that morning as well and she didn't know why; Voice wouldn't answer her.

"Bonnie, am I correct in assuming that you know what you are?" Loki asked, his voice cool and calm, making Bonnie blush upon hearing.

"More or less." She answered.

"I see." He hummed thoughtfully. He studied her for something for a while until Bonnie looked up at him in curiosity.

"Why? Is there something you know that I don't?" Bonnie questioned.

"I know why you are here, in these worlds." He said.

Bonnie sat up and stared at him in surprise.

"Really? Why?" she asked frantically.

"You have taught me how to…sort things out in my head a bit. But you need to wake up, Bonnie." He said. Just then a blue orb began forming in his hand and he steadied Bonnie with a hand on her shoulder.

"What do you mean, 'wake up'?" Bonnie quarried, confused.

"I supposed I am your…portal to the next world," Loki started, nearing the orb to her forehead.

"You need to wake up, before your friend wakes up within you."

"That scary voice in my head is not my friend!" Bonnie hissed in anger.

"Oh, that 'voice' in your head has been your friend for longer than you can evidently remember." Loki smiled and all went white.