'You just can't stay away can you?' Loki teased having a clear understanding of her work.

Camilla laughed at she walked across the bridge sleepily.

'You're full of enthusiasm this morning.' Loki again teased friendly.

'Yeh, I don't sleep well.' Camilla explained as she slumped down into her chair propping the can down on the cold floor around her. 'I mean you sleep in a prison and you look fine so maybe we should swap for a night.' She closed her eyes and slid further down her chair.

Loki smiled as his cheeks flushed from her minor compliment. 'You never fail to make me laugh.'

Camilla reached down with her two adjusting hands to reach her can when Loki saw her bruise covered arms and gasped deeply. He shouldn't care but he couldn't keep his feelings inside. 'Camilla?' He questioned seriously.

Cam swallowed her drink hard when the butterflies in her stomach created a shield. She froze before realised where his eyes were directed.

'Yes, they are a result of my rough night sleeping.' Camilla replied.

'Are you hurt?' He asked still concerned.

Camilla was taken back by his generosity which made her butterflies push out an enormous sigh. She was hurt but she didn't want to make anymore of a scene.

'No, I'm fine.' Was all Cam could get out.

'Good.' Was all Loki could get out.

Camilla stared at him whilst he smiled down at his hands, his long fingers where entangled with eachother.

'Tell me about you. I still don't know everything about you yet.' Camilla forced.

'Well, I can't really get up to much in here, so that's my hobbies out the window. So..get ready for my life story Camilla.'

'Cant wait.' She replied as her stomach butterflies went crazy.

'Odin, the father of Thor, adopted me at a young age but that didn't mean I got treated with more respect or waited on by any Asgardian. People still admired Thor as he excelled in all of Odin's endeavours. I was so aggravated by this that I started my study in sorcery. I was a natural what can I say? People often frowned upon me for my mischievousness however I was only that way because Odin lavished Thor with unconditional love and did not give me the time of day. I envied Thor and when Odin was creating his gift, the enchanted hammer, I interfered causing it to be shorter that supposed. When Thor and I were still young he loved Sif, the sword maiden and would admire her beautiful golden hair from afar. When she was sleeping, I cut her hair but Thor suspected it was me and demanded I restore her hair, however I wouldn't waste my sorcery so I ordered some elves, but they created black hair for her which I was convinced would die down his love for her. He still loved her and that's when I realised that love was more than looks.' Loki explained remembering every single detail.

'Sounds rough.' Camilla said joking around.

'Yes, it was, but that was when I felt. When I had emotion. Then one day I became bigger than that. I haven't felt human feelings since.' Loki lied but he couldn't admit his feelings for her just yet.

'When did you stop?' Camilla asked intrigued.

'When I was a teenager. I fought for Asgard when the queen of the Norns planned an attack. Although she asked me to join her army I denied and would aid for my family. They still didn't respect me and after that. I gave up and that is it.' He added to his story.

'So..what if someone insulted you? You wouldn't be hurt?' Camilla tested him.

'I'd just look down on them. I don't want to be insulted and I don't want to cry and I get what I want.' Loki replied deeply.

Camilla felt intimidated but she liked it. He was a villain after all. 'Interesting.' She spoke.

'What about your story?' He asked pushing the spot light off of him.

She finished off her sip and then started. 'Well, my mother died after giving birth to me so as a result of that I grew up with my dad, he was always very protective of me, didn't like when I got into drama but I did, being the trouble maker I was I used my mischief against others but not my Dad, I wouldn't dream of hurting him. I liked to climb trees until I was about 15 then I stopped climbing them for fun and created my own treehouse where I could go to get away from my house and be wherever my imagination took me. I didn't have any friends as a child because I hurt everyone but I had my dad and my comic books and that's all I really wanted. Then I started to venture into writing, teachers underestimated me and I would constantly be shut up in detention. Not just for free periods, no, certain classes that I wasn't aloud to be in because I lashed out at the teachers. I wasn't sure where my anger stemmed from but now I'm pretty convinced its my dads genes.'

'Are you still mischievous?' Loki asked trying to keep the fact that he was impressed hidden.

'Of course. Tomboys always are.' She shrugged when she said it as if it wasn't her choice. 'I was reading a comic book on the way down here and it said you killed 2 children..I wasn't sure what to believe. Wether that was the comic books or the real you..'

'The time when I killed 80 people in two days, 2 of those people were children, I despise children anyway.' Loki replied aggravated by the thought of kids.

'Well that makes two of us.' Camilla smiled.

'Aren't you a child?' Loki asked confused.

Camilla wasn't sure wether he was joking or not. 'You'd be surprised, I'm just immature, I'm 18 on Friday.'

Loki beamed surprised. 'You dont say? Thats my birthday too, you look much younger than 18.' He studied Camilla's beautiful gaze. 'Aah adulthood, I entered that 4 and a bit years ago. I reach my 23rd year on Friday along with you.'

'23 is my lucky number.' She stated in a matter of fact tone.

'Coincidence?' Loki asked rhetorically raising his eye brows.

Camilla nodded smiling widely. 'I don't like celebrating my birthdays. I never have.'

'Birthdays aren't a priority of mine however I remember the day Thor saved me when Stark had captured me. It was my birthday. I still will never forget that. He went down to fight in the forest for me. I was so impressed. After everything I put him through he still gave that much to fight on my side. However that didn't last for long.' Loki sighed turning away from Camilla.

'Thor cares. He treats you finely and he wants you out.' Camilla assured. She wasn't good at comforting.

Loki didn't reply and just stood facing away from her attempts.

'Im just going to come and say it. This is really uncomfortable, I suck at making people feel better. I'm good at relationship advice but not this. I'm also having major déjà vu of the first time we met.'

Loki looked down smiling.

'Loki?' She hadn't directed his name at him before. She tensed.

He looked to the side revealing only one side of his face to Camilla when his stomach clutched sending sparks to his arms, neck and face creating goosebumps. He hadn't felt like that before. In his entire life. What was happening. He looked down again.

Camilla sensed what was happening although it want usual, she knew Loki now, the real Loki.

'I understand you.' He blurted out.

Camilla's stomach turned making her hiccup cutely.

Loki turned around smiling.

'Thanks for that. Did you have to give me the hiccups?' Camilla asked joking around.

Loki put his hands up surrendering. 'Wasn't my choice.' He said synchronised with Camilla's pathetically sweet hiccups.

Cam looked down at her watch. 'Oops, my shift ended literally 25 minutes ago.' She added picking up her can and preparing to say goodbye.

'Do tomboys also lose track of time? This doesn't seem like a job. This is one of your hobbies now isn't it?' Loki smiled.

Camilla smiled back bowing her head hiccuping.

'Until next time.'

'You want to be glad I like you Camilla.'

She looked down blushing.

She waked through and into the lab. Tony and Bruce stood around their hi-tech computers.

'Yo, Cam we were thinking would you work night shifts? To see what his night self is like? Your dad and I both agree its a great idea.' Tony explained.

'Yeh, we did a lot of research and it shows people are more vulnerable at night, you won't have to work on your birthday though because its a special day.' Bruce added backing up Tony.

'Id prefer to work on my birthday, as long as its night shift.' Camilla protested.

'You don't want to stay off on your birthday?' Tony questioned.

'Ive never really celebrated my birthday, I'm all for getting stacks of new comic books but that's it. I like cake. So if you want to make me celebrate it, give me comic books and cake.' She winked and walked away.

'Honey, where you off?' Her dad shouted after her.

'Im going to see Natasha, I'll start night shift tomorrow. Cheerio.' She replied with her head around the door.

Tony looked at Bruce. 'Too much time with that British guy.' He said whilst eyebrows were raised as high as ever.

Bruce looked down at his computer laughing.

Camilla walked through the heavy door back to the centre.

'Just can't stay away can we?' Loki laughed as he sat on the floor. He followed Camilla around whilst her long legs carried her.

'I start night shifts tomorrow. Get ready for more sleepless nights.' Camilla told him.

'Ill look forward to it, maybe you could give me some of that relationship advice.' He said winking.

Camilla looked at him from the other side of the room. His hair wash piled up on one side she smiled at him. He looked different. 'If I was good at it I'd also give you some hair advice to.' She disappeared through the door.

Loki tilted his head back laughing and fell back like a starfish. Camilla could hear his laughs.

Cam knocked on the door to Natasha's office.

'Its open.' She approved.

'Hello Natasha.' Camilla walked in and sat down on a comfy arm chair and pressed her thumb against her mouth.

'And how was your day.' Natasha asked not looking up from her work.

Camilla smirked and brought down her thumb. 'It was fine, absolutely fine.'