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Please understand that this would not be the typical Loki love story. Meaning that the girl would not be the innocent, good little saint and our favourite villain would not 'turn good'. They will not be enemies and the girl would not say things like 'No, I will never help you! You evil monster! Good always wins!' Yucks... Well, I promise a happy ending for both of them, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or Thor. If I did, all the Avengers would have been tortured to death by a thousand Crucios and Sectumsempras. The Hulk would have been left to burn in Tartarus to pay for his unforgiveable crime of hurting Loki. Thor would have been forced to endure ridicule of the people on the streets by eating slugs in public. And above all, Loki would have ruled the Nine Worlds and had a perfectly evil powerful girlfriend and a happily ever after!

I am Loki of Asgard,

and I am burdened with

glorious purpose...and a frozen heart.

I am Sapphira of Hades,

and I am burdened with

glorious purpose...and a frozen heart.

/^Frozen Hearts^\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

As Sapphira expected, Loki was forced to spill as well. He was forced to tell her all about his unfortunate childhood of being always the second-favourite, of being overshadowed by Thor every second, of discovering his true heritage, and finally, of falling into the dark abyss and meeting the Chitauri, striking a deal with them. You see, it was the Tasseract in exchange for the world. By the end of his speech, Loki had gone into a very bad mood, much to Sapphira's satisfaction.

'Well, isn't that interesting?' She had just began to taunt him when Loki suddenly and firmly took her hand in his, making her heart unfreeze and the emotions appear. But this time, it was longer. And painful. She was forced to go through her fear of failure and her constant worry of being discovered by Zeus or one of the Olympians. Artemis especially - the Huntress had almost splitted Sapphira in half once with one of her poisoned arrows! She was drawn further into her weak emotions, first the grief of losing her best witch friend to the muggles and left to burn at the stake, while Sapphira watched. Then the surprising pain and disappointment she now felt vividly when Tom Riddle completely turned into Voldemort and when he was killed before her eyes. And finally, the sympathy and overwhelming sadness she should have felt after Loki confessed to her about his terrible childhood instead of mocking him about it...

Without her even realising it, Sapphira already had crystal-clear tears streaming down her face. The emotions were frightening, torturing, and overwhelming. For the first time in hundreds of years, the Ice Queen was crying uncontrollably, not even trying to push Loki's hand away - her head was not clear enough to do so.

Sapphira looked up at the startled green-blue eyes blurred by her own tears. 'Stop it, make them go away, please...'

'I... I'm sorry, I didn't know...' Loki stuttered uncharacteristically as he, too forgot about the skin contact and reached out to awkwardly stroke her hair, in desperate attempt to calm her. Then, as if finally realising what he was doing to her, he released her hand as if he touched fire, and drew back carefully, observing her reactions.

Sapphira's mourning was suddenly mercifully put onto an end as she felt the welcoming sweet coldness set in, and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the freedom from her haunting emotions.

Her head suddenly snapped up, and a cold, emotionless mask settled on her face as she rapidly turned and ran out of the room, not hearing Loki's call from behind.

Sapphira had never expected her true self to be so weak and utterly defenseless. She was disappointed at herself, and lost and certain. It was time she paid a visit to her father; he always knew what to do.

Removing the poppy from her hair, she held the little red flower in her hands, muttering a familiar incantation. At once, Sapphira felt herself lighten and she disappeared in a shower of poppy illusions. When she reopened her eyes, she was standing in front of the House of Dreams, home of Morpheus. Sapphira smiled in content. The Underworld of Hades was absolutely perfect, with its mysterious galaxy-like sky and dark surroundings, and the sweet scent of death, destruction and power floating in the air. Sapphira felt right at home.

The House of Dreams was utterly breathtaking. Transparent-looking smoke-like walls that seemed to be made up of a thousand poppy flowers. The two gates of the great mansion - one ivory, the other made of horn that constantly made unwelcomed visitors victims to the cruelest kind of punishment: lost forever in the Land of Dreams. The secret was, if you really were an honoured guest at the House, you would enter neither of the two gates but walk straight between them of what appeared to be solid wall, but was in actuality an illusion. Sapphira did just that, successfully entering the House of Dreams that was rightfully hers as well.

'Trouble with your heart, my daughter?' A soft but powerful voice sounded from behind her, startling Sapphira and making her turn around to face her father.

Today he chose to appear as, wait, what?

'Why are you appearing as L-Loki, father?' She asked in alarm.

A wise spark glistened in Morpheus-Loki's eyes. 'Because this Norse God is one of the problems, is he not?'

'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Sapphira muttered, not quite meeting her father's eyes. She was never a match for Morpheus, he was her father after all. 'The reason I'm here to see you, today, is that I want something that will hinder my emotions from resurfacing, ever.'

A frown crossed her father's face that made Sapphira think that he already knew everything. 'You do not have to hide things from me, my daughter, I know you are afraid of how this god, Loki, managed to temporarily break your curse.'

So he knew. 'Right. Yes, well, father, can you tell me the reason?'

'You are not going to like it, Sapphira.' Morpheus warned.

'I never expected it to be something good. Could you still just tell me please?'

'He is your soul mate.'

'What...?!' Sapphira half whispered, half shouted.

'It's true. You should feel happy about this though, my daughter. He showed up in the prophecy as well:

The one with a frozen heart will be born to the illusionist and the fey

She will not rest until Mount Olympus is merely a useless waste lay

The one with the frozen heart would let the mortal world never see day

Her lack of emotions might be her downfall, she may lose her way

The trickster that made her feel would meet her on a day in May:

He is her soul mate, would guide her to success and make her enemies pay

So you see now, dear daughter? Loki is the one that will help you succeed.'

Sapphira was silent for a long while, a million thoughts running in and out of her mind. The troublesome Norse God was going to help her succeed, he was destined to, he had to... And he was also her soul mate. But that was ridiculous. She would never love anything or anyone! But a small distant voice whispered slyly somewhere inside her head: why not admit that you truly enjoyed letting Loki stroke your hair and comfort you? Sapphira quickly shook the thought out her mind. That was a mistake, an illusion, she was not herself. She silently vowed to herself that she would never show weakness like that again. Finally, she decided slyly that she would try to let him fall for her, gain the Mischief God's complete assistance, achieve her goal and dispose of him if he proved to be more trouble than he was worth. Little did Sapphira or Loki know then, though, both of them were planning exactly the same thing, and both smugly thought that they were more clearheaded and had the upper hand.

Unnoticed, Hecate observed the entire event wordlessly. The two people, Sapphira and Loki, no matter how powerful they were and how cunning they both assumed themselves to be, clearly underestimated each other. Well, since none of them asked for help, why should she offer it? Chuckling, the ancient Goddess of Magic retreated back to her home.

'I see.' Sapphira managed at last, looking her father firmly in the eye who had at last turned back into his true form (imagine the masculine version of her, only without the whole weird eyes thing, but more handsome and godly and mysterious); a mercy by his side. 'Thank you for informing me that, father, that piece of information is extremely helpful. By the way, do the other deities in the D.A. (A/N: My gods, people, this is NOT Dumbledore's Army!) know that I'm here?' The D.A. was the abbreviation of Dark Alliance, a powerful alliance formed by the ancient dark divinities that knew Sapphira was alive and intended to help her overtake Olympus. They were all fed up with Zeus' young foolishness and favourism.

'No, they do not.' Morpheus replied, wondering what his daughter was planning again.

'Good, keep it this way. Just please inform them, though, that I think we finally have a breakthrough of Goal One.' In truth, Sapphira simply did not want Hecate to have a good laugh at how vulnerable she became without the Ice Curse.

'Certainly. Now is there any other reason you paid me this visit?'

'Actually... Yes,' She began sheepishly, 'could you please teach me how to remain emotionally safe even when me and Loki make skin contact? Right now, I think that my emotions will be my downfall rather than my shortage of them.'

'Prophecies do not lie, child.' Said Morpheus patiently, 'And I know not the answer to that. My suggestion is that, instead of trying desperately to flee from them, you control them and harness them to your use. You are the Goddess of Control, after all. Learn to control yourself, embrace it instead of shunning it.'

'Thank you, father.' Sapphira bowed respectively to the God of Dreams.

With that, she turned and left the House, again holding the poppy in her hand and disappeared, reappearing in the mortal world.

As usual, talk with her father gave her more things to think of than before she went to him for answers - Sapphira did obtain them, but the questions became even messier.