Author's Note: Thank you a million, my darling reader LaFay96! Three reviews, wow! I'm so glad that you enjoy my HP elements! I only write unusual/abnormal stories really, and it's the utmost relief for me to know that you like my story! Thank you, all of you! Enjoy the chapter! (For the love of Loki, I would not dare to slow down! ^.^)

P.S. I found a Loki pillow in a Chinese online shop! Can you believe it? Oh my gods I'm so happy! Like super+ happy! I'll tell you how the touch of Loki feels on my skin when I got that Christmas gift! (My mom promised to buy it for me, and I screamed 'I LOVE YOU, MUMMY' five times or so in ten minutes!

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

The situation could not have gotten any funnier, thought Sapphira. She was accepted as the welcomed new Avenger, and Rodgers and Stark were both celebrating, meanwhile introducing her to the others. There was this Hulk that Loki had mentioned before, no surprise that the Mischief God would like to have fun unleashing that monster. Well, they would have to wait and see. And then according to them, there had been a Hawkeye that should have been with them, but was controlled by Loki at the moment. Sapphira had an idea as to which one they were talking about.

'Be careful when you're alone with Loki, Lady Isolde,' Thor warned her in a tune that she found herself disliking, 'he has always been good at manipulating people. If he says something that offends you, just ignore it keep a hard face.'

'Thank you, but I think I'll manage. One has to learn to ignore taunts and jibes if she has no mother.' She answered coolly.

'Very well then.' He forced out, then refused to speak another word to her. Oh, how she wondered why. Mmh, perhaps she can ask him that, it would be fun to see him struggling for a polite answer.

'Thor, could you please tell me why you dislike me so much?' Sapphira asked him with a slight pout without warning.

'W- what? I do not dislike you, I just don't like you.' Thor stuttered, apparently taken aback by the straight question.

'I see no difference between them.' She answered innocently and the Thunder God sighed in exasperation.

'Well, if you must know the truth, it is because of your starling likeness to my brother. You may look all sweet and innocent, but I can see deep inside your eyes what I see inside Loki's. Please do forgive me if I wronged you, but you seem a female version of him to me.'

Sapphira was bewildered, and gods knew she hated that. How could Thor had seen right through her? Her acting skills were perfect!

'Oh.' she replied as if offended, 'So you hate me because I seem like that psychopath to you. I get it now. So if you'll excuse me - '

She rushed passed him, ignoring his shouts and ran to Loki's cell. Fury was there, already, showing off their equipment.

'If you so much as scratch that glass,' he was saying smugly, 'we throw you into thousands of meters of air.' Fury pointed to the machine and Loki peered down in indifference. He suddenly caught sight of her, and he laughed loudly.

'So, you mortals are going to send a stupid little girl to guard me? I'm so impressed by your ingenuity!' He said sarcastically.

Fury ignored him and turned toward her. 'Oh good, Agent Styx, you're here to start your work. Now I am going to leave you and see how well you are. I'll be watching you, good luck.'

With that, he left Sapphira alone with her 'prisoner'. They each locked each other with a silent glance, both knowing full well the game they were about to play. Games were in their nature.

'So, of all the people Fury can send, he picked the most pitiful.' Loki began, 'You think you can win against me, little girl?'

'No,' she answered with a smirk that came as natural, 'I know I can.'

'Oh, and pray tell, why is that, you lowly Midgardian?' He sneered.

'Well, for one thing, you and I both know why you're here.' Sapphira picked the riskiest way, a.k.a. the safest way.

A look of question, a look of confirmation, and they continued.

'Reeeeally,' Loki drawled (A/N: Just imagine Draco, OK?), 'then do you mind telling me your supposed theory?'

'It's no theory, it's the truth. You cannot win for you are not playing it...' she flicked a finger and froze everything and everyone else in magical ice that they would not even feel, '...dirty enough.' she finished, smirking, changing her appearance back into her real self.

The Mischief God looked around in mild admiration and grinned in widely. 'Oh, this is just wonderful, a talent of yours I assume? And if I'm not wrong, then I'd guess that those foolish mortals would not even remember being frozen in any way.'

'Exactly.' Sapphira nodded and teleported herself into the cell. 'I have something to ask you - '

'No wait, I have something to ask you first.' Loki cut her off, 'That thing you were about to tell me on the helicopter, what was it?'

Her lips formed a thin line. It had been a sort of impulse to tell him about the soul mate thing earlier, and she had nearly made that mistake. It was a wrong, not well thought-out decision, and Sapphira was not about to try again anytime soon.

'Later. Now is not the place nor the time for that.' She replied curtly.

The Norse God gave her a hard, piercing look which she held calmly. 'Whatever it is that you're not telling me, I promise you I will find out by myself sooner or later. This may be the truest words that came out of my mouth, mark my words. Now, what is the question you wanted to ask me just then?'

'I think we have a problem,' Sapphira gritted her teeth as she said the word 'problem', 'your dear brother Thor, that dunderhead, said just a few minutes ago that you and I are very much alike - when acting sweet and harmless is all I'm doing! He suspects me, I'm certain of it. Now you know him better than I do, tell me the reason for that.'

Loki smirked mischievously, twirling a lock of her hair almost affectionately. 'Oh, but that's your problem if Thor isn't fooled by your facade, not mine. But you know, you are rather cute when you are frustrated and defeated, which I would dare to guess is not often.'

She snatched her hair out of his hands and glared chillingly at him. Those words had gotten to her more than they should have, and Sapphira cannot afford turning soft. But was she turning soft? Perhaps, then, that it was because of the trueness of his words that disturbed her so much. For once, she was the vulnerable one. Oh, the irony.

'What, cat got your icy tongue?' Loki chuckled, provoking her more and more, 'My, you are growing even more adorable when you're silent and upset. It's one of the best entertainments I've - '

Before he can finish, Sapphira slapped him, hard, across the face, leaving a faint pink hint on Loki's cheeks.

His eyes flashed in anger. As swift as lightning, he had cupped her chin in his palm, hard enough to hurt. 'Now you listen to me carefully, little Ms. Ice,' he spat, 'you are inferior to me. You deem yourself a goddess, but you're not. And unless you show me some respect, you will never ever obtain full immortality! I am a Norse God, and what are you? Some pathetic cursed Greek mortal who has more ambition than she can handle in her weak mind and body! Who do you think you are to slap me - '

Before he can say more, Sapphira had pressed her lips roughly, almost demonically against his, shocking all kinds of reactions away from Loki. The confusing mixture of rage and passion in her chest was too much to bear, and can only be expressed through a kiss as wild and violent as their souls. The ice in their hearts was so chilling that it burned their minds away like flames in hell, numbing their senses as their tongues finally crushed against each other, the feeling as addictive and sinister as the sweetest opium. Reason tried to take over several times, but was quickly overcame by overwhelming passion raging out from both of their bodies. The kiss was not of love, far from it, but it possessed an intensity that Sapphira did not imagine possible until now as she shared the Norse God's breath. They were soon panting and she took the chance to wrap her legs around Loki's waist, but not before being shoved forcedly onto the cell wall, the force of it sending stars to her eyes. But she enjoyed the passion-filled pain too much to complain. She bit his lips hard and tasted blood. Loki gasped, clearly enjoying the pain as well. They paused to stare into each other's eyes, both were filled with lust and longing.

'Are you...out of your mind?' Loki panted out finally, drawing her mouth away inch after inch.

'Maybe I am,' Sapphira breathed, 'but I want so desperately to feel to care. And you do not seem to be too calm either, don't you agree?' She stole a sly glance down at his crotch where a huge bump was growing.

He growled deep from his throat, and the sexiness of it almost made her eyes water. 'It's all your fault. Why kiss me when I was yelling at you? Why? What am I to you, just another play doll?'

Loki had lost control over his emotions as well, and there was pain in his eyes that she never wanted to see again. Without thinking, Sapphira whispered, 'No, you're my soul mate.'

Shock froze the air, and he broke away from her.

'What did you say?' Loki asked in shock.

Right then, somebody cleared his throat from outside the cell.

A/N: Cliffhanger, haha! Be warned, their love would be basically this dark and demonic/!