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

Loki's 'abduction' caused an instant uproar. Nearly everyone dressed up in their 'hero suit' and jumped out of the plane. Sapphira strongly wanted to go after Thor, but what excuses did she have for that? Up to now, she had tried so hard to act like she was an unthreatening innocent girl, she cannot blow up her cover now. Or maybe there was a way to get both things she wanted... A sly smile crossed Sapphira's lips and she created an illusion of herself sitting on the chair as the real her stood up, inspecting the perfect illusion. Sapphira should have considered this option sooner, she was the Goddess of Illusions, after all. Illusion magic was in her nature, and she bet that even Loki was not her match at this. Making sure that the pilot did not have her attention on her, Sapphira closed her eyes and transformed herself into a midnight black owl with eerie icy blue eyes of her real self, and flew out of the plane.

She had forgotten how simply wonderful it felt to fly. The feeling of the cool evening air caressing her wings and heightening her sharp senses. The clouds looked like masterpieces of art. Sapphira felt safe and peaceful in the night, and she instantly knew that Nyx, Goddess of the Night, her grandmother, was watching over her. She focused on Loki's magical energy. It was quite easy to locate, since its sinister Norse features can be recognised from anywhere. Sapphira quickly teleported herself to the location, and found herself hovering just above a high cliff.

She could instantly recognise Loki, whose slicked back dark hair made a striking contrast to Thor's messy blond curls. The former appeared to be just getting up.

'Where - is - the - Tasseract?' Thor demanded violently.

'I missed you too, brother.' The Mischief God laughed the question off in fine irony.

Sapphira internally smirked at the Thunder God's pathetic attempt of being threatening, and apparently Loki thought so as well. Just as they were about to get into a quarrel, Thor suddenly glanced up at her. But that was not possible, she looked impeccably like an owl that merged seamlessly with the night!

'I think we have company, brother. Did you bring that bird to spy on us?' Thor asked, not taking his eyes off Sapphira.

'Whatever to you mean - ' Loki began, but momentarily froze when he saw the owl. He could recognise her eyes anywhere; anyone could.

'Well no I did not,' he began again but Sapphira had already used the distraction to disappear within the clouds. She flew higher above, making sure that Thor cannot see her anymore. She closed her eyes and reached out with her mind, overseeing everything with her third eye. The two Norse Gods were shouting at each other, and Sapphira saw most clearly for the first time that how broken Loki truly was inside, despite the cold and careless mask he put on himself. He had a broken childhood of being overshadowed every single minute. She cannot help but wonder how much sympathy she would feel toward him when he touched her again. Well, at least she was never overshadowed - Sapphira did not even exist to anyone past her allies. Not truly; only through her feared titles throughout the mortal world.

A few moments later, Thor got blasted backward and this instantly got her attention and she flew down. Ah, of course... Iron Man was fighting Thor now, oh my, wasn't this fun! Loki simply observed the whole thing quietly beside them. It ended with Thor, the Almighty Norse God of Thunder defeated by a mere mortal wearing stupid iron-made outfit. Sapphira snorted, but as she was an owl, it came out as a funny weird hoot instead. Seeing that they were heading back, she quickly teleported herself back to the helicopter, having no time to enjoy her flight any longer, and changed back into human form, making the former illusion disappear as she did so. Sapphira stretched.

A few minutes later, the Avengers returned with both Norse Gods, one looking bored and undisturbed with his still-on cuffs, and the other looking thoroughly disheveled and annoyed, but with no cuffs.

Thor had his eyes fixed on her, and Sapphira tried hard not to blink or betray any emotions. Worry not, she told herself, you are a perfect illusionist, he might think you unusual as a bird, but even Zeus cannot see past through you illusion like this. Regardless, Sapphira still felt, no, experienced an instant dislike for him.

'Oh come on, thunder boy, no need to scare Isolde here!' Stark said loudly, breaking the both of them from their demi-trance.

'I apologise if I offended you, Lady Isolde, I didn't realise I was staring.' Thor forced out. Well, well, well, it seemed that the dislike was mutual. She was going to have a difficult time deceiving this one.

'It's alright. So, let me guess... You are the Thor in Norse Mythology, right?' Sapphira asked in mock curiosity.

'How did you know that? And yes, I am. That over there, is my brother - ' ('I am not your brother, Thor Odinson!')

'Loki, yes,' she cut Thor off with pretended loathing, 'I don't think I'd like him much, though. As far as I can see, he's pretty unbearable.'

'Loki is not always like this,' he said sorrowfully, ignoring the said god's incredulous grunt.

No one bothered to answer to that. After a while, they arrived at SHIELD at last. It was an immense helicopter (A/N: Terribly sorry, darlings, but I really forgot that long name! English is not my mother tongue so I truly cannot manage to guess that word... Well, it won't hinder you from understanding, right?). Excellent, now the game finally began, Sapphira thought to herself. Everything can go according to plan once she got Fury's trust; if the Director himself was at her side, Thor and Romanov put together cannot stop her.

'Ms. Styx, come with us please.' Black Widow said to her coldly and she obeyed without complaint. Meanwhile, Loki was being 'escorted' by a dozen armed men to the opposite direction. He gave her a barely noticeable wink as he went.

'Don't panic, Isolde, just a little chat with Nicky.' Stark assured her.

'Director Fury wants a detailed interrogation with you, Ms. Styx.' Romanov corrected emotionlessly and Sapphira merely raised an eyebrow good-naturedly in reply. So much for acting the sweet, warm girl... But coldness was in her nature, it was in her heart.

They walked silently to a kind of office and the Russian knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened automatically. A fierce-looking black man with an eye patch sat in there, watching Sapphira's every move as she walked in fearlessly.

'Out, Stark, and wait with the others until I pay this Loki a visit.' His command left no room for objection.

When the door was closed once more, Fury gestured to her. 'Sit. Now we have some questions for you, and we expect you to answer all of them truthfully. Understood?'

'Yes, sir.' Sapphira answered respectfully, uttering her first lie.

'Good. First of all: what's your name?' The flat professional tune.

'Isolde Asteria Styx.' She lied smoothly, liking her fake name more and more every second.

'A rather...unusual name, in my opinion.' Fury hinted.

'My father was fond of mythology, sir,' Sapphira replied with a look of grief in her eyes, 'before he passed away a few weeks ago.'

'Well that's unfortunate, my sympathies.' He did not sound the least bit sorry, though. As if neither he nor Black Widow was believing a word of it. Time to put her special powers into use.

'Now the most important question: why do you want to work for SHIELD?' Fury asked at last.

Sapphira had practiced for this. Moments after the question was asked, she mentally created magical poppy flowers and made them float just above the two people's heads, unnoticeably confounding their judgment and made them feel insensible trust toward the Goddess of Deception, daughter of Morpheus.

'Well, sir, since my father's death, I barely felt a purpose for life anymore. I went travelling the world, and happened to be inside the museum ball in Stuttgart today. That madman - Loki - was terrorizing all those innocent people, with me included. Suddenly I felt a new passion in life, and it is to stand up against the villains and fight for what's right. I tried to fight him, I even punched him in the stomach, regardless for my own safety! Mr. Rodgers and Mr. Stark saved us all, and I totally an their biggest fan right now! Sorry sir. I hope you understand that my reason for joining SHIELD is like a phoenix born from the flames, it cannot be clearly explained. But please sir, I want to fight all evils in this world, I'm not afraid - I have nothing to lose!' Sapphira finished 'desperately'.

Both Fury and Romanov looked convinced, and she knew with content that her powers were working perfectly, as usual.

'We believe you, Ms. Styx.' Fury told her with a faint smile. 'Heaven knows we do need a new recruit like you! You are still a little too young for hand-to-hand combat, so the first mission we assign you - it would be a toiling test for you, be warned - is to keep a close look on our newest prisoner. You've encountered that Loki before, and I was bombarded with tales of your heroism just a few hours ago. You would be the most ideal person for that particular task. Of course, as you are new, you will have a supervisor in times of need. Try your best, and get as much information as you can from him, but don't hand him any fact that can he can hurt you with, he's a madman and a genius put in one. Terrible mix, if you ask me. Well, I think that's about it. Congratulations, you are now officially Agent Styx!'

Sapphira stood up in fake joy and excitement, staring at the director with admiring and thankful eyes while inside, she was cackling wickedly. Oh dear, those mortals are too easy for her to deceive.

'Thank - thank you so very much, Director Fury! I will try my very best! I can't believe I'm really a SHIELD agent now!' She exclaimed.

Black Widow was still eyeing her with eyes colder by the second. Well, you can't please everyone.

'Stop the childish behavior, you are an agent now.' Fury scolded and Romanov sneered at her, 'Come now, you will be an interrogator for the first time in your life. Don't mess up.'

And just like that, the Goddess of Deception walked smugly behind her 'boss' and 'supervisor' to visit the Norse God of Mischief and Lies in his hilarious fish ball of a cell.

A/N: Sorry for the pitiful amount of Loki/Sapphira (L/S for short from now on) scenes in this chapter! But you understand, this is necessary for the plot! Next chapter will be stuffed with L/S, I promise! Review please! What do you think of the chapter?