Author's Note: To say I am disappointed with the number of reviews: zero, would be an understatement. Really, darlings, I know you are reading this story, so please, a word like 'lovely' wouldn't cost you that much time, don't you agree? Mind, I spent hours writing this story, and you can read each chapter within a minute! To think that none of my readers bother to leave an review make me seriously reconsider my decision of posting this story, or continuing it.

You all 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'. I'm not certain if this rather unusual plotline is unacceptable to your taste, so I apologise in advance here: In a story, I write what I truly feel and what I truly wish to happen. I would appreciate suggestions, but sorry, I am not a reader's pet.

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 Realms with a powerful lover and had 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^\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

Sapphira was having a good time. Wonderful to be exact. It was as if Loki's presence alone managed to bring some simple feelings back to her, like cheerfulness and content. Perhaps it was the fact that he was her soul mate? She did not know or care. Sapphira was only thinking how can she avoid going through an emotional crisis again, since skin contact was unpreventable if they sat in the same sofa, talking about their plan. She thought about all the options she could have had, but none of them met with her desire results. Suddenly, Sapphira came up with risky idea.

'Loki... May I ask you a favour?' She asked sweetly and got the Norse God's full attention at once.

'Depends on what it is since you already asked for the Tasseract and my scepter. But for this glass of excellent wine, you may ask.' He replied silky, making Sapphira smile a little bit.

'Well,' She grew serious, 'can we practice...touching?'

Loki chocked on his wine and coughed, his cheeks slightly pink, but a smirk on his face.

'Not that kind of touching, you pervert!' She said, smacking his arm, annoyed.

'Well, you already practised that, did you not?' He rubbed his arm.

'You know what I mean,' Sapphira hissed impatiently, 'I don't have time nor interest for your games, God of Mischief. I'll get to the point right now, and expect you to listen carefully, for I do not wish to repeat myself. Here are my terms: after I helped you finish the first step of our plan, you are going to allow me to touch your hand and learn to control my emotions when my heart unfreeze temporarily. I will let go when I feel like it, and you are going to cooperate. Do you understand me?'

'No need to get so hissy, my dear.' Loki replied calmly, 'I accept your condition. Now, about out plan.'

Sapphira quickly recomposed herself. She had not intended to make herself sound impatient, but apparently her lack of emotions did tend to make her overlook the way other people looked at things. Mmh, perhaps indeed, the prophecy was right: her lack of emotions was more of a curse than a blessing, no matter how proud Sapphira was about it.

'Of course,' She said unemotionally, 'so basically, you are going to get yourself caught. I am going to pretend to be the innocent little victim (oh, challenge), get into SHIELD and attempt to obtain inside information. That would not be too hard, I am the Goddess of Deception, after all, and with my controlling powers, it would be a piece of cake really. Who knows, if all goes well, I might even become an Avenger! Though I'd much rather join the Furies. No pun intended.'

Loki chuckled. 'Yes, that is basically the plan. Now we need to think up a story for you. The Avengers are not none to be trusting, and you need to convince them entirely that you are on their side. Now us, Lies and Deception, need to work together and play a perfect game with them being crushed under our feet. Any ideas?'

Sapphira thought about it for a short while. Play the victim, the poor, loveable little girl. That was what she prided herself at, she supposed. Her real-life acting skills were flawless. The Avengers would be her victims within seconds.

'Yes,' She answered, looking at the Norse God, 'the best way to gain people's sympathy and trust, as I learnt through experience, is to give them the impression of weakness. Therefore I am going to act an parentless girl, mother died giving birth to me, father a drunk that was killed by a bunch of robbers recently. He left me a small fortune, therefore I can support my life, studying mythology.' Sapphira pointed to the immense shelf of mythology books to emphasise her point, 'You are going to hurt me in front of the Avengers, I will pretend to struggle really hard, probably scratch your face with my nail or something, then try to convince them that I can be useful to them. Well, my plan's done, so have you decided on your place of attack yet?'

Loki seemed impressed slightly, the corner of his mouth curved up an approving smirk. 'Good, good. I already decided on that. Tell me, my dear, how do you feel about...travelling to Germany?'

Sapphira raised an eyebrow. 'You're going to attack Deutschland? Pity, pity, I rather like that country. So what are you going to do. bomb Berlin straight away?'

'No,' He ignored her slight sarcasm, 'we are going to Stuttgart actually. And this will be your first chance to prove yourself, so be sure to do your part wisely.'

'Stuttgart, that is rather unexpected...' She trailed off before smirking, 'And since when is there "we"?'

Loki smirked right back. 'We are allies. You made the vow, remember? And now when I'm informing you of your job, don't interrupt. As you witnessed back there at the base, the Tasseract is still highly unstable right now. Therefore we would need something to stable it; you are going to help with that. Now Dr. Selvig suggested that we try iridium, but inconveniently we don't possess that at the moment.'

'So I assume that you want me to steal iridium at some scientific institute in Stuttgart? How original.' Sapphira remarked sarcastically.

'Close enough.' He answered, again ignoring her tone, 'We will be visiting a museum, actually. Get a proper dress, we're to attend the ball there.' Loki glanced up at her expectantly, 'And only the colours green, gold or black would suffice.'

Sapphira raised an eyebrow. 'What, now? Can't even enjoy on single peaceful night as long as we are allies, I see.'

He smirked, not saying another word.

Sighing dramatically, she stood up and walked toward her dressing room, closing the door as she entered. Sapphira went through her huge wardrobe carefully. No, she did not have many green dresses, so cancel that colour. She had always loved black, though. Decision made, Sapphira took out one of her finest black dresses. It was made of high-class velvet, with lace as decoration in some places, and the flowing material went just about her knees. Many parts of the dress had exquisite patterns of gold, and with the black crystal necklace she chose to go with it, plus the beautiful but comfortable (it was technically a stealing job, after all) high heels she put on, Sapphira would be Goddess of Kindness, Freedom and Truth if Loki was not the least bit impressed. To make sure that no one would mistake her as an underage, she used blood red lipstick and black-grey eyeliner. She was just about to move on to mascara when she remembered that in order to fit in the plan, she may very well need to cry herself out later. No, it wouldn't do to have her mascara ruined for later. It wouldn't do at all. With that thought in mind, Sapphira abandoned the mascara and took a last look into the mirror. In this outfit, she looked absolutely stunning, as royal and dignified as any queen should. And with her dark eyeliner, her freezing blue eyes seemed more eerily pale than ever, and they themselves seemed to give out an icy energy. Yes, Sapphira was ready, so she stepped outside of her dressing room.

As soon as she got outside, she froze in her tracks. It seemed that Loki had, in the meantime, teleported back to the base and changed himself. The Norse God of Mischief now wore an extravagant formal suit, his dark hair more slicked back than ever, and his scepter somehow turned into a normal-looking cane. If Sapphira did have emotions back at the moment, she would have exclaimed that Loki was irresistibly handsome. But since she didn't, she merely smirked and walked to his direction gracefully with her head held high as he turned around to face her.

'Why, you look quite handsome tonight, my king.' Sapphira had meant to say 'my lord', but for some unexplainable reasons it came out as 'my king' in the last seconds. Despite of the mistake, this word served its purpose - Loki now looked like he can have that satisfied smirk on his face all night long.

'You look stunningly beautiful yourself, my queen.' He purred.

'Thank you. Now, shall we leave? Unless you have any other announcement to make.' She said.

'No, I just want you to enjoy tonight while we still can, at the ball. We can have fun first before you steal the iridium and I distract the mortals there. It is the first night of our alliance, after all, and I desire it to be pleasant, as do you, I'm sure.' Loki answered slyly, offering her his arm which Sapphira accepted elegantly.

'Worry not. I will enjoy it in the utmost standard.' She laughed shortly, 'Anything to do with acting and deceiving people is my pleasure. And thieving won't be too bad, either.'

'Good, I'm glad then.' He replied, and instantly Sapphira's home disappeared, and they stood in front of a rather large building.

Ah, this was going to be quite the interesting and eventful night, she was sure...

Author's Note: NO REVIEWS, NO NEXT CHAPTER! So yeah, call me the heartless bitch. I take it as a compliment.