Author's Note: Thank you so much, wow, 7 reviews already?! I'm surprised, impressed and truly pleased! Worry not, then, I will continue this story that has at least 6 wonderful readers! Don't worry if I don't update for a few days at a time, though, I'm just focusing on school, but I'll never abandon this story as long as my heart's with Loki! And sorry if some scenes are different from the movie, I can't exactly watch movies, you know... So, well, I simply place the fragments I did watch together and imagined the rest. Will try to keep to the movie details, though!

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

It would be a critical understatement to describe this place as simply 'a rather large building'. If it was not for the fact that Sapphira hated emotions and all those exclamations that generally followed them, she would have said that this building was a very elegant building in a place like Midgard. In reality, Sapphira made no comment on their place of the night at all.

As if sensing her deliberate coldness, Loki turned to her with a rather playful smirk and a childish tune, 'Well, how are you liking this building so far, Miss...?'

Oh, yes, she needed a fake name for later.

'Isolde Styx.' She smirked right back. 'Isolde' meant 'ice + rule' in the Norse, most fitting for her. And 'Styx' was one of her favourite places in Hades - a most wonderful river. 'And I'd say that the building is bearable. And you, Mister...?'

'Charming King.' Loki grinned and Sapphira, as her emotions seemed to miraculously revive around the Mischief God, rolled her eyes and stifled an almost escaping giggle.

'You should not have created such a horrid name for one such as you, Charming,' she told him matter-of-factly, 'or people might start to think that you are a fan of Prince Charming.'

'Of Prince... Pray tell, then, Isolde, who, or what, is a "Prince Charming"?' Loki asked her incredulously.

'Oh no, never mind that,' Sapphira dismissed his question with a deliberately annoying arrogant hand gesture, 'experiences have taught me that it is of no use to try and explain a foreign thing to the illiterate.'

'How dare you, you - ' He started angrily, but she cut him short by locking a well-timed arm with his.

'Now, now, my dear Loki, it would not do at all to have your mood ruined before the night has even began.' She talked to him as if she was educating a child, then she began to mock whine, just to shock and scare the Norse God that was so used to her usual emotionless self, 'You promised a fun night, remember? And I want to dance!'

Loki stared at her with a priceless mixture of annoyance, confusion and alarm. 'What in the name of Asgard is wrong with you tonight, Sapphira? Have you forgotten about our plan, that you are here to get me the iridium, not to enjoy some useless dancing?'

Sapphira dropped her act and her face became cold and emotionless once more. 'I have not forgotten that, now how could I? If you are to remain my ally, then get used to my way of doing things. I have the fun first, then the killing and the violence. So we're doing this my way, or I'm doing nothing at all for you. And about my "sudden change", don't worry your head off for it. It is what I am,' she shrugged, 'the Lady of Illusions. I am Morpheus' daughter, after all; I change all the time. Unlike someone, who got stuck in a fight for glory with his adoptive nit-wit pig oaf of a brother, and never even considered of leaving that stink.'

She expected Loki to explode immediately at her rather low blow, but instead, to her absolute chagrin and surprise, he laughed.

'Tasteful, really tasteful. Colourful use of vocabulary. It seems that I am not the only illiterate here tonight.' He chuckled again and Sapphira watched him with a raised eyebrow. 'Since you are so keen on having fun tonight, I might grant you a dance before we start.'

Smirking, she took his hand carefully, expecting a wash of terrible emotions. But shockingly, they did not come. Or rather, the emotions appeared, but not in a noticeable or frightening way. It was as if the moment Sapphira had semi-consciously accepted the fact that Loki was her soul mate, the unfreezing process stopped to pain and torture her. The new found emotions merged into herself gently and pleasantly. She cannot help but feel truly happy again and smiled widely.

Loki seemed surprised as well but didn't comment. He too, secretly, was enjoying the fact that Sapphira and him can make skin contact with her feeling once more without pain.

'Before we enter,' he paused to look at his companion, 'it is best for us to run our plan over once more - '

Sapphira groaned in real annoyance, 'Oh please, spare me that. You will get some man's eyes and teleport the cornea to me so I can use it to get the iridium. And then, blast, blast... You scare the people out, I teleport the iridium back to the base, and bang, I got thrown outside and get bullied by you. So, did I get everything correct?'

Loki raised an eyebrow. 'Yes indeed. It is hard, though, to get used to a you that can actually feel, like everybody else. It's fun really.'

Sapphira simply shrugged and they walked inside, like a normal couple. The hall was crowded, but just as elegant and glorious as any other ball. A small band was present, and no one questioned, or even noticed their entrance, for that matter. It was just the way that she desired it to be. The last song had just ended, and the new one was just starting. Sapphira batted her eyelashes and Loki in a silent invitation, and he fought a smile as he guided at her to the dance floor.

The most sinister pair in the world started to dance, slowing and gracefully. He twirled her around, following the song's beats. Sapphira was thoroughly enjoying it, and had an ever-present smile on her beautiful face that almost radiated with life and joy. Loki had his hand on hers during the entire process, and she enjoyed the whole thing too much to shake it off. Finally, the song ended and Loki reluctantly, almost sadly, brushed his hand away. Almost immediately, Sapphira grew cold the inside out, and she breathed the last breath of her temporary emotions out. Her eyes grew hard like steel almost instantly. Now she felt slightly disgusted at herself for enjoying dancing with the Norse God so much.

'Well, now we would part. I will get going now, and please mind that when I finish my first part, I may change my appearance greatly.. I have no interest in the Avengers recognising me from their security tape.' Sapphira smirked, a glint of almost madness in her ice blue cat-like eyes, 'Let the game begin. Good luck.'

'Good luck to you too.' Loki whispered as she turned and walked up the stairs, unnoticed. She used her magic to search for the iridium, and she found herself in front of a locked safe within seconds. From the distance, Sapphira can hear the terrified screams of the people below. She cannot help but smile in twisted satisfaction as she thought of the ways she can scare thousands of people away. Anytime now that Loki would teleport cornea for her to open the safe. Sapphira was not wrong. Mere moments later, the specially-made device in her hands glowed a magical blue light, sending the confirming cornea into it. She promptly put the device in front of her eyes and the safe immediately opened to reveal the trophy. Smirking with accomplished pride, Sapphira carefully took it out and quickly teleported the iridium to Dr. Selvig. Before she went down to join the fun, she closed her eyes and concentrated on changing her appearance. When Sapphira opened her eyes once more, they were strangely blue no more. Now they took an angelically innocent water-green colour. Her hair that was once as black as the Styx now turned into a lively blond shade. Sapphira looked an entirely different person. Thank you, father; she silently whispered her thanks to the abilities she was gifted with and dashed down the stairs, putting on the act of a frightened young girl.

The hall was almost completely empty now. Sapphira managed to squeak in terror as she too, flee outside and was instantly faced with several illusions of Loki. She hoped that he can recognise her like this and he at once recognised her dress and jewels. Loki pretended not to notice her, so as to not rise suspicion.

'Kneel before me!' Loki commanded, than raised his voice and bellowed at the mass of frightened people, 'I said, kneel!'

Everyone turned instantly silent and kneeled down one by one. Sapphira painfully swallowed down her pride and reluctantly half-kneeled.

The Norse God began the speech that would remain within her mind forever. 'Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?' He started to walk into the crowd, 'It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom...diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.'

Sapphira cannot help but feel slight admiration and respect for Loki that she had never felt before. His views were highly similar to her own, and she mentally nodded at every point he made. Oh yes, they had more things in common than they imagined possible. Pulling herself away from her thoughts, Sapphira decided to start playing.

'No!' She stood up defiantly, 'I will never kneel to you, maniac! Never! You scare me not with your fake-glorious, empty words...'

Beside her, the crowd seemed to be holding their breaths as one. Loki smirked maliciously. 'Oh, is that so? Well then, it's your own fault - ' Without warning, he roughly dragged Sapphira away from the crowd and pressed the end of his scepter against her neck, hard enough to draw blood. To add effect, she let out a pain-filled shriek.

'Will you kneel now, you foolish little girl?' Loki hissed.

'Not to men like you!' She choked out, bravely.

'There are no men like me.' He answered, glaring at an internally chuckling Sapphira.

'There are always men like you.' She shouted.

'Look to your youngling, people. Let her be an example!' Loki replied coldly and pointed his scepter at her. Sapphira shut her eyes and stumbled back, expecting to be 'saved' by SHIELD any moment.

To none of the two's surprise, the blue light was blocked by s shield (ah, the sarcasm) at the last moment and it hit back at Loki instead, who fell back in 'surprise'.

Before them stood her 'rescuer' in all his glory: Captain America.