Author's Note: Thanks a lot for all the lovely reviews, haha! And get more of them coming, please! I'm not trying to sound more of a bitch than I already am here, but really, I merely said that I will post Chapter 6 because I got reviews, I didn't promise, though, that I will continue the story if I receive no other reviews from now on! Ouch, I'm playing with words again... Bad influence of Loki, Voldy, Rumple and many others, sorry! Well, I do hope that every reader of mine can at least give me 1 review! Come on, most of you have posted stories, and you understand how simply divine reviews mean to the story author! Thank you! Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own 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 throw herself at her 'rescuer' to show her gratitude. In front of them, an annoyed-looking Loki was just trying to stand up, supported by his scepter.

'You know, the last time I came to Germany, a man put himself above everyone else, we ended up disagreeing.' Steve Rodgers said arrogantly, wearing, in Sapphira's opinion, totally hilarious outfit. Much less interesting than Loki's green, black, and gold armour and peculiar antler head piece.

'Ah, the soldier,' he glanced at Rodgers in disdain, 'the man out of time, but here taking precious time to save a worthless little girl.'

Sapphira tried hard not to laugh at the Mischief God's sarcastic humour. She glared at Loki from a little behind Captain America.

'I am not the one that's out of time here.' the hero then softened his tune and turned to her, 'Are you alright, ma'am?'

'Y-yes, I'm fine. T-thank you, Mr. Rodgers, you have always been my biggest hero, and now I'm even a bigger fan of you!' Sapphira 'excitedly' leapt up to hug a very embarrassed Captain.

Loki started to aim his scepter at them and just then a helicopter hovered above their heads with a huge gun pointing at him.

'Loki, drop the weapon!' A female voice boomed, most probably the infamous Black Widow, Natasha Romanov's.

He, however, didn't obey but instead aimed it at the helicopter, sending a blast of blue energy that almost knocked it down. Sapphira screamed in pretentious terror as Rodgers launched at Loki, almost crushing him down. A chaotic fight started, and the Norse God used his inhuman physical strength and magic as one to fight Captain America. She can see that Loki was losing deliberately, and she decided to play it deeper into the game.

Sapphira shot forward and punched him in the stomach, causing Loki to double over in pain and surprise. Their eyes met for the briefest moments, and his green-blue eyes shone with approval only visible to her sharp eyes. You play it well, just don't strike so hard next time. Loki's eyes seemed to say and Sapphira mentally smirked before a pair of hands urgently pulled her aside and the two men started fighting once more, with Loki creating several illusions of himself to surround them. Just then, a burst of ear-piercing disgusting muggle music sounded from above, and all three of us momentarily stopped and glanced upward.

'What the - ' The Norse God started to say before getting knocked onto the ground on his bottom by none other than the world-famous Iron Man, Tony Stark the billionaire playboy.

'What's your move, Reindeer Games?' Stark's deep voice said mockingly from his ironman armour. Ouch, 'Deer's wounded pride.

Loki did not reply, but simply but on a mildly defeated look and held his hands in front of him, and moments later his armour and head set morphed back into his body.

'Good move!' Stark said and he, too, changed back into his usual self. Both heroes suddenly turned to me, as if noticing me fully.

'Now, who's this charming young lady here?' Stark asked flirtingly and Sapphira tried hard not to vomit.

'Oh, you should have seen her, she was brilliant! Stood up against Loki twice, and even punched him in the stomach. Skilled punch, I must say, no offense, ma'am. And might I inquire you name is Ms...?'

She fake smiled. 'Styx. Isolde Styx. Nice to meet the both of you, Mr. Rodgers, Mr. Stark.'

'Oh you're rather well-behaved! And please, such a pretty creature like yourself should get the right to call my Tony straight away!' Stark grinned and from the corner of her eyes she saw Loki, now in cuffs, glaring heatedly at the flirting playboy. Oh, the fun.

The two men manhandled Loki to the helicopter and Sapphira put her fake story into this part of the game. 'Um, kind sirs... I don't exactly have a family, and my only residence is in New York City. But I don't really dare to go back there, memories of my recently dead father kept rushing back to me, and I just... I just - ' She started to sob in earnest, and the superb acting skills the Goddess of Deception possessed got her the full sympathy and trust of the Avengers immediately. Inwardly, Sapphira smirked in triumph. If only they knew that she was literally unfeeling...

'Oh good god, poor girl... Mmh, how about you come with us back to New York and join the Avengers, Isolde?' Stark suggested and Rodgers nodded in approval.

'Yes, let her come, she has fighting talents, and she is brave. Well, get on then, Ms. Styx, I'll do the explanation with Natasha and you, Stark, can fill Fury in. I'm sure no one will disagree.' Rodgers said and Sapphira, smiling gratefully, stepped on the helicopter. Loki was positioned in the seat across her, observing her intently.

A red-head clad in black emerged. Oh, the Black Widow in person. Sapphira's first thought was that this one was not too easy to deceive. She was right, for the moment she saw her, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she took in Sapphira's appearance.

'And who's this, Tony? Another one of your girls?'

'Oh no, actually, Ms. Romanov,' she answered for herself, 'I will be joining SHIELD, if it's alright. I have nowhere else to go, see. My mother died giving birth to me, and father blamed me for that, and he kept beating me for the past 17 years. He died five weeks ago due to excessive drinking.' She put on a deceiving pitiful look, but to her chagrin, that Russian bitch wasn't buying it.

'Well, I say it's not alright, since we don't just accept suspicious new members with open arms, you know. Anyways, you are coming with us, and let's see what Director Fury would think of you and your...story.' Then Romanov gave her hard look as if to say 'I'm going to keep an eye on you'.

Sapphira pretended to look hurt and lowered her head. 'Come on, ma'am, no need to give Ms. Styx a cold shoulder. She - '

Rodgers was cut off shortly. 'I know what I'm doing, Captain, and I don't call it a "cold shoulder". I call it caution. And unless she proves to be trustworthy, I see no reason to welcome her in.' Then she walked off to the pilot cabin.

Sapphira sighed dramatically and pouted. Stark and Rodgers tried to comfort her by calling the Black Widow one name dirtier than the last one and she had to force herself to giggle.

It was a long flight from Germany to America. After a long while, almost everyone started dozing off. Everyone except Sapphira, Loki, and the Black Bitch driving the plane. The Norse God obviously cannot use magic well with his specially-made cuffs, so Sapphira unnoticeably used the hyptonising powers she inherited from her father to the agents around her. Mere moments later, they were completely asleep, and now it was just she and Loki awake.

'I thought Morpheus use magical sand.' he began in a casual chatting tone, 'But obviously, some legends are not completely true.'

'The sands are for show actually,' Sapphira answered in the same light tune, but hid the thorns underneath, 'in truth, father can force a thousand people into the Land of Dreams with a mere flicker of his fingers. I can too, in fact, if I get my full powers. Will I get my full powers, Loki? And don't forget, you still own my a scepter, I played my first part well, did I not?'

The Mischief God smiled thinly. 'You will get them, in time. And as for the scepter, as you can see here, I am the prisoner. Your dear Avengers already took my scepter away, worry about yours later. And now, I am curious about your completely different reactions to the two times that we made skin contact. You have any idea why?'

'No, not the tiniest.' Sapphira lied smoothly, but she forgot that she was facing the God of Lies, not just any others.

'I am the God of Lies, my dear, do you really suppose that you can fool me? You forget to whom you are speaking to.'

'No, I don't think so, darling. You forget to whom you are speaking to: I'm the Goddess of Deception, you think I cannot manage to play you perfectly in my game if I so desire? And the thing right now is that I'm make no efforts to conceal the truth from you.' She replied silkily.

'What truth exactly?' Loki spit out the word 'truth' like venom. Sapphira couldn't blame him, she felt the same way.

'You are not going to like it. If you don't want to hear it, then don't.' She warned. Gods knew, she detested what she was about to reveal.

'Oh, please, you are deliberately hanging me off a cliff. Not that I haven't already fell off one.' Loki said impatiently, glanced at the still sleeping people around, 'So whatever this supposed big deal is, tell me right now, I hate to be kept in the dark.'

Sapphira licked her lips. 'Very well. Loki Laufeyson, you are my s ='

Just as she was about to say the words 'soul mate', Stark woke and began to stretch, looking at the two of them curiously with just a tiny bit of suspicion. At that moment, Sapphira thought that the Fates hated her. Or maybe they did, who knew? But they were her grandmother's daughters, still.

'What are you two chatting about?' Stark asked her, frowning.

'I'd not call it "chatting", Stark,' Loki replied smoothly, 'that silly little girl was throwing outrageous threats at me just then. Real pitiful.'

Sapphira snorted. 'Oh, yeah? Pitiful, am I? You see, Tony, I was just telling this pitiful deer - or is it goat? - how I'll punch him another hundred times in the stomach.'

The foolish muggle/mortal roared with laughter, and Rodgers was startled awake instantly.

'I can't believe I fell asleep!' The blond boy exclaimed.

'Well, believe it.' Suggested Loki sarcastically.

'Shut up, you, I'm not talking to you at all.'

The Norse God was just thinking up a clever reply when the plane shook violently as unnaturally strong lightning nearly splitted the sky open. Loki stared upward with a mixture of shock and slight worry. Sapphira frowned and felt rather alarmed. It cannot be that Zeus had found her last, can he? Throat dry, she struggled to keep her face calm.

'What, scared of a little lightning?' Stark taunted, not noticing that she had a similar look on her face.

'I'm not overly found of what follows.' Loki answered quietly just as terrible thunder roared from somewhere nearby, and a moment later an oaf-like man wearing a red cloak jumped onto the verge of the plane. Sapphira shrank back, expecting 'Zeus' to end her life any moment. Instead, the man grabbed Loki quickly and took him flying out of the plane. It all happened so fast, and she was ever so relieved that she cannot feel. Or she would have screamed in fear long before then.

Then it dawned on her, and a small, almost empty smile graced Sapphira's lips. That was Thor, the Norse Thor, not Zeus. She was safe...at least for now.

But the same, it seemed, cannot be said about the poor Loki.