Author's Note: Thank you, darlings, for favouriting and following my story! Review, PLEASE?!

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^\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

Loki sat in his room, thinking harder than ever before. Normally he was extremely good with reading people and manipulating them, but Sapphira, with all the information he knew about her, remained an almost mystery. Her natural lack of emotions made her almost impossible for him to read, and thus Loki cannot understand her. Furthermore, it seemed as if she was trying to manipulate him, Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies! That cannot be happening. But then again, Sapphira was the Goddess of Deception and Control.

But not quite yet, thought Loki bitterly, but his eyes softened as if ran the later event, yet again, through his cunning mind. That Greek had succeeded into shocking him speechless by suddenly breaking down without warning the moment he made her feel, when he only wanted to tease her a little bit for forcing him to spill out his early life and the Chitauri. Seriously, was Sapphira even same? One moment she was colder than ice, than one moment later she was crying in his arms begging the emotions to stop. That made Loki wonder when was the last time the poor girl had actually felt anything. Wait, did he just call her 'poor'? Loki scowled. The last thing he needed was weakness for a girl, even though she was now his powerful ally.

Sapphira had been gone for almost two hour, and the Norse God had given up on trying to search for her. She was obviously not at anywhere near.

She would probably shout a fit at me when she returned, if she would ever, thought Loki in disgust.

Suddenly, he hurt light, graceful footsteps of high heels, apparently not belonging to any of servants. Could it be? He briefly wondered before the figure came into light.

'Ah, so you are back.' Loki drawled, waiting for her raging fit every second.

'Indeed I am. So, when do we start making plans of raging havoc upon the muggle world?' Sapphira asked almost cheerfully. Almost. He knew full well that she cannot feel like this.

'Someone is in an awfully cheerful mood right now.' He prompted carefully before telling her in mild annoyance, 'And it is the Midgard, the mortal world, not - what did you call it? - ''muggle''. What is the meaning of this absurd word, anyway?'

Loki watched closely as Sapphira's icy blue eyes darkened in barely concealed loathing. 'A muggle, is a non-magical person. A.k.a. a dull, ignorant, useless, worthless filth, born to be ruled by us!'

The end of his mouth curved slightly upwards as he fought the urge to smile widely. He and the ice girl may have more things in common than he had originally assumed. Was he like this when he talked about those lowly Midgardians as well? With hateful passion...

'Can't say I disagree with you there.' Loki replied calmly, before looking at her curiously, 'Really, you are not angry at me for earlier?'

Sapphira started at him for a long moment. 'Not really. Not your fault.' Her tone was clear, though, that she did not wish to discuss it, and so he wisely let the topic drop for now.

'Well in that case, I will discuss the plan with you,' Loki began but was interrupted by Dr. Selvig, one of the SHIELD members he held captive with his scepter earlier.

'What?' He snapped impatiently while Sapphira looked on quietly.

'Sorry, master, but the Tasseract is giving out great electric waves that can't be explained. We aren't handling it very well!' As if to elaborate, yelps can be heard from the other rooms.

'Well, I suppose we need to go check, huh?' Sapphira suggested, but there was something about her tone and slight over-eagerness that made Loki suspicious.

'Let's go.' He said impatiently and they got to the Tasseract.

Indeed, the powerful blue cube was glowing ever before, and the unimaginable light it gave off was almost enough to blind someone the moment the icy girl stepped cautiously close to it.

'Wow,' Loki heard her whisper in near awe. Did she feel the energy? Was she the reason the Tasseract had been so active?

'What did you feel?' He asked her as she raised a hand and gently touched the Tasseract.

Sapphira did not respond immediately, however, she looked as if she was all but moaning in ecstasy. 'This feels so great! Power, promise, power... What is this thing? I feel as if I can destroy Olympus with a single wave of my fingers as long as I am touching it. Oh my...' Then suddenly she snatched her hand away and turned to Loki with a hard look in her eyes, 'I want it.'

'No chance.' He reminded her, 'The Chitauri wants this, remember? I don't care what grudge you have against Zeus, that's not my problem. We made a deal, and you better honour it.'

Sapphira glared at her but reluctantly backed down, seemingly making a huge effort not to even glance at the Tasseract. 'Well then, I cannot stay here where this tempting thing is calling out to me all the time, can I?'

That made Loki have a double take. 'What do you mean the Tasseract is calling to you?'

'Never you mind.' was her quick answer before smirked at him slyly, 'If I cannot have the Tasseract, then I would at least deserve your scepter, don't you agree?'

What was wrong with this girl? 'No, actually, I don't. You're not getting anything else out of the deal, you greedy creature.'

Sapphira hymphed. 'Believe me or not, this is for our benefit. I've noticed your scepter's curious power of controlling people. I have my own way, certainly, but that involves pulling a person's heart out, freeze it, and put it back. It's not quick enough, and may delay our actions. You don't have to give me your scepter necessarily, just give me one with a similar ability would be fine.'

Loki considered it. 'I might make a similar one for you, if you prove to be useful enough. I haven't even actually seen your abilities, how can I be sure you deserve such a gift?'

'Mmh, that's reasonable enough.' She answered than half-smiled at him. Sapphira was undoubtedly beautiful, he thought, and she might have heavenly smiles if it were not for the annoying 'Ice Curse' she referred to. Her lack of feelings made her unpredictable, and that was what made you dangerous...and intriguing.

'Loki, are you listening?' Sapphira's slightly amused voice startled him out of his thoughts, 'You're staring.'

'No I'm not! You're delusional.' He muttered, internally cursing the untimely hot feeling on his cheeks. 'You were saying?'

'Whatever. I was saying that you should come and stay in my apartment. I'm sure we can discuss things there undisturbed.' She said casually, but Loki was greatly surprised by Sapphira's trusting offer. She must be taking a great step to gain his trust. Then, why not?

'Are you sure? I would love to. Thank you for the gracious offer.' He replied silkily, acting the perfect gentleman.

'You are very welcome.' She said, holding out a clothed arm, 'Take my arm.'

Teleportation. Well, he would expect no less of her.

Loki obeyed and carefully took her slender arm, relishing the pleasant cool feeling. At once, he felt his surroundings melt into familiar darkness, power swirling around them as they reappeared to another place.

'Welcome to my humble home, my lord.' Sapphira curtsied mockingly as Loki took in their surroundings. He found himself appreciating her taste: dark, classic and elegant. Certainly, it was not his most preferable combination of black, green and gold, but rather black, dark purple and silvery gold. Nice enough. The decoration was old-fashioned and luxurious. A machine Loki was not familiar with was playing opera, fitting the general atmosphere of her abode perfectly. The things that drew his most attention, however, were the flowers that seemed to grow everywhere.

Poppies. Poppies of all colours, blooming beautifully and dangerously in the home of the Daughter of Dreams.

'I would not exactly describe your home as so humble, Lady Sapphira,' Loki praised politely and truthfully, 'this place is the best I have seen so far in this wretched Midgard. I assume that you will like my chambers back in Asgard, as well. A wonderful place, Asgard.'

'I'm don't doubt that,' Sapphira turned and went to what seemed to be the kitchen, 'fancy a drink?'

'A glass of wine would suffice, thank you. I would prefer it white, if you please.'

She nodded. 'I like white wine as well.'

Ten minutes later, the two powerful dark deities were both sitting comfortably in the sofa, a glass of iced white wine each in their hands.

'The grapes in Midgard are surprisingly bearable,' Loki commented. Truthfully, the wine tasted absolutely amazing.

'Mmh, really,' Sapphira raised an eyebrow, 'that is because this is no Midgardian wine. The wines were produced in Hades, the yard of my castle, to be exact. They were frozen naturally and were simply divine. I'm sure you have noticed the silkily sweet and icy taste. The grapes themselves grew in somewhere on Mount Olympus, I recall.'

'Then I'd say that it tasted fantastic.' Loki said silkily, earning a chuckle from his companion, 'You said that you have a castle, in the Underworld?'

He had not expected that, since technically, she was not even a real goddess, however powerful she claimed to be.

'Why, certainly. I own the Ice Castle, near my father's House of Dreams. That's one of the reasons why they call me Ice Queen. I made the temperature there below freezing. Father was not too happy about that, since most of the poppies he planted there were frozen!'

To Loki's surprise, and unknown to him, Sapphira's, both of them laughed sincerely. He thought to himself that it seemed as if his companymade her warmer, and more human. This Sapphira was much, much better than the unbearably cold one that she normally was or the shockingly emotional one when he touched her.

For once in many years, the God of Mischief and Lies, 'Prince' of Asgard, and always second-favourite of Odin the Allfather felt cheerful and carefree. He was happy, with a strange Greek demi-goddess that he had barely met for a few hours.

Whatever the reason for that was, Loki secretly hoped that it will last.