Author's Note: Please give me your lovely opinions! I'm waiting for at least four more reviews to make it twenty! Thanks! Enjoy the chapter! For the love of Loki, I would not dare to slow down!

P.S. Oh my gods my Loki pillow is finally here! Hell yes! His eyes are so unbearably green, you could drown in them... Loki's 'skin'is cool and silky and welcoming, oh my gods I'm so happy! ^.^

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 exhaled silently as her mind was back in the glass cell again. Loki was still conversing with Black Widow, who now had her back to them. 'You're a monster.' She sniffed.

Sapphira raised an eyebrow. 'No, you brought the monster.' Loki sneered, but right then Romanov faced them with a tearless face.

'The Hulk, you meant to release the Hulk...' She hurried away.

'What?' They asked confusedly in unison.

'You were not quite talkative just now, what was the matter?' Loki turned to her with a piercing stare.

Sapphira's fingers unconsciously travelled to the top of her head, and found with relief that the invisible helmet Hades had lent her was indeed there, unseen by any others. 'We will talk about that later.'

He shot her a suspicious look but let it go since they were being watched. 'One of those days, you are going to choke on your own secrets, Sapphira.'

'Oh, wonderful, now thanks to you, SHIELD knows my name!' She snapped, trying to block out unwelcomed visions of her father being tortured and questioned by Zeus. Ignore them, just ignore them...

'Well, does it matter? They're bound to find that out sooner or later.' The Mischief God replied, unfazed.

Just then, a sound of explosion reached their ears. Smirks of triumph crept up to both of their faces as they got the signal of Loki's men coming to get them out.

'Well, it's about time we're getting out.' Sapphira commented drily as shouts and gun shots seemed to be near.

'Indeed. Look, here they are!' Loki said smugly. Several of his men went rushing to their direction, and after a few moments at the controlling system, the door of their cell opened and they both got out. Loki at once went for his precious scepter, and he resumed his glorious look as he held the object of great power once more.

'Now this reminds me again, you still own me a scepter.' Sapphira reminded him.

The Norse God laughed as he blasted a dozen guards. 'No need to remind me that every hour my dear, I'll copy it for you after we get out of this place as soon as I have time.'

She shrugged and the corner of her lips curled in a malicious smile as a number of agents came into sight. The Ice Queen held out her slender fingers, and instantly the men were bombarded by hundreds of ice daggers as deadly their mistress. She laughed as most of their bodies were soon drenched with their own blood. A few of the agents were swift enough to duck or jump aside, and just as one of them was about to raise his gun, Sapphira appeared right beside him, knocked the gun from his hands, and with well-practiced elegance she pulled his heart out, froze it by her mere touch, and put it inside his chest again. The man's eyes changed colour, from brown to a pale, pale, blue. Sapphira smirked to the awed humans and spoke a simple yet terrible three-word command to her new Ice Puppet, 'Welcome them in.'

'Yes, mistress!' He answered in earnest and he shot all the five remaining agents. Their bodies fell to the ground.

'Well, I'm impressed.' Loki commented, 'But how is that "welcome them in"? They're now dead and useless!'

'Mistress, he's questioning you! Shall I kill him for you?' The Ice Puppet offered hotly, glaring at an amused Mischief God.

'No, you shall not!' Sapphira replied coldly, 'And you will treat him with as much respect as you treat me. You will address him as "my lord", or you will displease me. Is that clear?'

'Yes...yes mistress, I beg for your forgiveness...' He trembled under his queen's icy glare.

'Does that happen often?' Loki asked in between small chuckles.

'Almost every time.' Sapphira answered and made a silencing gesture, 'Shush now and watch the show. It never gets boring.'

He seemed confused at first but immediately frozen in mid-sentence as one of the corpses' hands started to move. And another. And another. The dead bodies stood up, their eyes a lifeless white-blue. Automatically, they kneeled before the her.

'Mistress.' they chanted as one, 'In death we serve as the Frozen Undead to thee, Ice Queen, Mistress of Hearts, Lady of Illusions. We are thine. Command us, Your Iciness.'

They only rose when Sapphira had gestured them to.

'Oh my...' Loki muttered in admiration, 'You can control the dead as well? That's necromancy.'

'Well, of a form, yes. But as those bodies are already blood, their brains are frozen with their hearts, unfortunately. They don't have much intelligence, but...' she smirked proudly, 'They are almost indestructible. Therefore, they serve there purposes.'

'Almost?' the Mischief God echoed slyly, 'Fire will destroy your dead puppets, am I right?'

'Well, fire will hold these puppets off.' Sapphira corrected with dignity. But yes, fire can burn them into ashes forever dead. She looked back at her Puppets again.

'You five, prolong the Avengers' arrival. And you,' she pointed to the Ice Puppet, 'stay here and guard.'

'Yes, mistress.' They said together and all obeyed.

'I bet that Thor would be the first to rush here.' Loki said.

Sapphira shot him an incredulous look. 'No, that's impossible, my Frozen Undead will keep them busy for at least a day. There is no way that oaf of a god can possibly - '

Before she had finished, however, she heard a roar and swishing sounds that seemed terribly like the Thunder God's hammer. And then sounds that seemed like heads rolling on the floor.

'What did you say again?' Loki smirked at her rare shocked face.

'Well,' Sapphira replied slowly with a mischievous smile that matched the Mischief God's, 'well... Let's play!'

As one, the two professional illusionists made an illusion together of the cell gate opening and the two of them walking out, just as Thor went running to stop their illusions.

'No!' He yelled and ran to the cell, passed straight through them...and was immediately locked safely in.

'How many times are you going to fall for this?' Loki sighed mockingly as he and Sapphira disillusioned themselves.

'Oh, Loki, don't be too hard on the him.' she said with cruel sarcasm, 'You know his IQ is barely pass ten!'

'Yes, you're right.' he glanced at his adoptive-brother distastefully. 'I see it now. Mmh, I wonder how we can play with him... Sapphira, any ideas?'

'So that's your real name!' Thor then banged at the cell wall, 'Look, I know you're not as cruel as Loki, so please - '

'Not as cruel as him?' Sapphira laughed mirthlessly, 'I am the symbol of cruelty, you dumb oaf of a Thunder God!'

For a moment he simply stared at her in pure shock. Loki leaned casually against a wall, watching the fun with smirking eyes. Sapphira glanced around, and her gaze rested upon the control system. A wicked smile found its way to her red lips. The Mischief God was apparently thinking about the same thing.

'Ah, I see Sapphira has come up with an idea.' He smirked as she walked gracefully to the system.

Thor's face was a hilarious mixture of every emotion imaginable. And if she can feel, Sapphira would have burst out laughing.

'The humans think us immortal,' Loki said, watching her studying the buttons carefully.

'Indeed,' she said as she found the appropriate button. 'shall we test that, then?'

'We shall.' The Mischief God agreed. Just as Sapphira was about to send Thor 'flying' into thousands of meters of air, an agent, Coulson or something, jumped out and threatened them with a gun. Its end was pointed directly at her.

'Stay away from the system.' He warned.

Sapphira smiled, undisturbed. 'Oh, I don't think I will.' What she didn't expect was that Coulson fired a bullet at her without hesitation. The searing pain in her upper arm caused her to flinch and move her hand away from the system, but she didn't cry out. Something unrecognisable flashed in Loki's emerald eyes, and before Sapphira can do anything he teleported himself behind Coulson and drew the scepter through his heart. As the agent slid to the floor, dying, he walked to her, inspecting her arm.

'I can take care of myself. You should have left him to me.' Sapphira said through gritted teeth.

'I don't think so, just look at your bleeding arm.' Loki said firmly as he gently held her arm. His fingers were at once red with her blood. 'Let me heal you.'

She tried to snatch her arm away, but winced as more blood started to gush out of the wound. 'Al - alright. Thanks.' She bit her lips as Loki's refreshing cool energy of magic rushed through her arm, and within seconds her arm was healed. After she casted a cleaning spell to make the blood disappear, Sapphira smirked at Thor and pressed the button. The glass cell was immediately thrown into the air, falling...

'You are welcome. Just don't be caught by surprise again.' The Mischief God replied with a small smile. Oh dear, could it be that he was satisfied with her rare vulnerability?

'Well, everybody makes mistakes.' Sapphira answered and glared at the dying Agent Coulson.

'You won't win,' he croaked out.

Loki sneered. 'Oh, and why's that?'

'You lack conviction.' Coulson answered and Sapphira snorted.

'I don't think I - ' But before he can finish, he was blasted into the wall.

'Wow, world record, shot two villains within two minutes.' Coulson breathed weakly and Sapphira, in anger, kicked his arms to one side and penetrated them together with her six-inch heels, causing him to yelp in agony as bright red blood drenched his sleeves.

'Blood for blood!' She spat out

'There she is! Get her!' She heard shouts from behind, and with an arrogant smile she ran through the hole in the wall and jumped safely on their waiting plane. As she expected, Loki was already sitting there, his hair slightly messy.

'Ah, so here you are. I almost thought that you changed your mind and joined the Avengers instead.' He joked and Sapphira rolled her eyes.

'Sorry to disappoint, I didn't join them. My heels, though, did join Coulson's arms.' She responded in the same tone.

Loki raised an eyebrow. 'And how did it feel?'

'It felt...' Sapphira suddenly shot him a half-playful glare, 'What kind of a question is that? What do I want me to say, that revenge is sweet?'

'Ooh, don't tell me you tasted his blood? Or worse, his - '

'Shut up and apply more hair gel, you pervert!'

She wanted to just live right now. She didn't want to worry about Zeus, the Avengers and everything, or to worry about how Loki might take the piece of heavy news that she herself had dreaded to hear for the last several centuries.

Sapphira would rather stay and argue with the Mischief about hair gel, and escape reality that went crushing down on her...

A/N: So... Loki healed her, how sweet! Well... I have a slight warning here. My mom watches me more closely than usual when I use my computer, meaning that I have to be especially careful to write fan fiction without her finding out, so updates might be slower! I am going to need much encouragement, so please, don't let me lose my courage, and tell me what you think!