A/N: Hey look another chapter! I typed and uploaded it from my phone again so sorry if there are weird typos. Anyways this is probably the longest chapter yet, I just couldn't end it. But hopefully you all enjoy it! Also I do not own any Marvel characters just my own OC's which should be obvious (:

The bar crowd wasn't typically my scene but after earlier events I definitely needed a drink. Or two. Or six.

Loki slammed down his fourth shot of straight vodka, inhaling sharply as the liquid slushed down his throat. "This substance is foul but," he lifted the empty glass in his hand and swiveled in his chair, "barwench! Another!"

The bartender looked up from behind the bar. Her brown eyes stared at him from under thin eyebrows that rose to the middle of her forehead. I put my hand on Loki's arm and pulled it down on top of the table. "You can't talk to people like that," I said mortified that he would end up getting us kicked out.

He turned away from the bartender who was busy making our drinks. "And why is that?" He heartily asked, titling his head like a confused child. "Do they not adhere to the term?"

"Not really," I cringed as the bartender set our drinks down with a deep frown. "I'm so sorry," I told her, handing her the empty six glasses (two of which were mine) and explained, "he isn't from around here."

"I meant no disrespect," he sincerely apologized, placing his hand over his chest. The bartender smiled slightly and gave Loki a curt nod. He watched her walk away and I felt myself scowl. Loki's gaze returned to me and he let himself smile wide, "I do say that Midgardian women come in a lot more interesting shapes and sizes than they do on Asgard."

"Shh," I reprimanded looking to see if anyone overheard him. The music must have drowned him out because no one paid us any attention.

Loki however didn't hear me either or chose to ignore me. Which it was probably the latter. "Asgardian women are-"

"Tall, skinny, beautiful...none of that good enough for you?" I teased.

Loki stared at me, his gaze bore into mine that I felt my smile falter. I shifted under his scrutinizing stare feeling as though he were judging me. When he didn't outright say anything I decided to move the topic from Midgardian and Asgardian women.

I held up my glass, indicating with a small nod that he do the same. Loki held his in front of mine. His green eyes alight with poison from the drinks we had consumed. His usually pallid cheeks were burning and the somber mood that draped around his shoulders like a bad neckline was gone. The black hair that he casually kept brushed back hung around his face. A few strands curled around his ears and I found myself wanting to brush them back.

I blushed realizing I had been staring a bit too long. Clearing my throat I shouted over the loud, synthetic music. "So what should we toast?"

Loki thought for a moment then pulled a disarming grin as he lifted his glass higher. "To Midgardian drinks not being the worst that I have had." He threw his head back tossing the liquid down his throat.

I laughed as he made a face. "I'll drink to that," and took my shot as well. The warm liquid burned down my throat as it settled into my stomach and I instantly felt as if I was on fire. The taste of cinnamon and milk filled my tastebuds and I soon found myself wondering why Loki wasn't drinking better beverages. I set the glass down on to the table and felt my head spin a little and the music around me started to vibrate. I shook the feeling away and distracted myself with asking, "are you ever going to tell me what you're actually doing here?"

Loki ran his finger along the rim of his glass. A bored expression flitted across his face. "I already told you."

"Oh yes, sheer curiosity," I teased. Loki smirked but his earlier cheerfulness was gone. I decided to change the subject. "So what do you do-" I looked around to make sure no one was listening in on our conversation. Everyone around was much too preoccupied with themselves or the prospect of getting laid that Loki and I were all but invisible to them- "you know at home for fun then? Since ice skating was such a drag."

He sat at his chair for a moment, his long finger still circling over the rim of his glass. "I suppose I should thank you." I crinkled my brows. "For allowing me to accompany you outside of the house even if it was mundane." He lifted his empty glass and twitched his lips, "though this makes up for it."

I scowled and leaned forward across the table. "You had fun. Don't even try to deny it."

"I suppose being a creature of the ice it would suit me well to find such activities some what of an enjoyment." I frowned. "Come now," Loki soothed, his lips twitching into a cynical smile, "do you not care to hear of tales of the beasts?"

"No," I said a little sharper than I intended. Loki only stared at me. "I just mean that it's part of you and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. You're not a total beast."

Loki leaned back in his chair, eyeing me carefully. "Odin could not even embrace it. He was ashamed of what I was and raised me to believe that what I truly was nothing more than a monster told to scare children into behaving."

"Your father-"

"He is NOT my father," he shouted pounding his fist on the table so that our glasses jumped up. A couple of people looked our way, a few girls giggled as they turned to gossip to themselves. Loki cleared his throat and ran his shaking fingers through his hair. "And what about you Hayden?"

"What about me?" I asked, folding my arms against my chest and feeling my jaw start to tighten.

"You act as though you know the answers to everything when you know nothing at all." He scooted his chair and leaned into me so that I could smell the tart liquor on his breath. "Who are you to speak of father's when you cannot even visit your own father on his deathbed."

My mouth hung open and I chased away any tears that threatened to fall with a blink. "How do you know that?"

"Never you mind that," he sharply responded leaning back in his chair, "do not offer your advice on fathers when you cannot take them yourself."

"I can too," I lamely rebutted, my already flustered cheeks grew with heat. "I just..."

"You are weak Hayden. Naive. A mess on the inside who quivers with fear. You dream big but you keep to your books because you are afraid of the adventure. Deep down you are afraid you will disappoint everyone in your life so you do whatever you must to keep them happy. You don't want to be a teacher. You pretend to want it because it's what your parents want."

I balled my hands into a fist. "I do want to be a teacher. S.H.I.E.L.D just wanted me-"

"You are not the only Norse mythology expert, Hayden," he replied lifting his empty glass in the air and wiggling for the bartender to replace it with a full one. "I can admit my imperfections, but can you?"

"You are a monster," I sneered as the bartender dropped off two more drinks, both of which Loki consumed quickly.

He set the second glass atop of the other and shrugged. "Revel in it, my delicate butterfly, you never know when your imperfections will destroy you."

He then suddenly stood up and I was quick to my feet. Fear gripped at my chest and my eyes widened as I searched the room afraid that someone had recognized him. No one suspicious had entered save for a group of college-aged kids there to get "turnt up"-whatever that had meant-and those around us were engaged in activities of their own.

When I returned my attention to Loki he was gone. I frowned. Did he really just ditch me? Well it wasn't like I could put it past him. Especially with the stupid-yet infuriating-fight we just had. Exhaling slowly I tried to keep the tears at bay as I reached for my belongings at the table.

"Are we leaving so soon?" Loki asked from behind me as I started to put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. I spun around relieved to see he hadn't left until I spotted a shot glass in each hand.

I held up my hand. "I-I really think I've had enough. I just want to go home."

"If I offer my sincerest apology will you stay?" He asked. There was no mocking tone so I hesitated but apparently much too long for Loki to wait for an answer, "Hayden Waltham, let us put our banter aside and enjoy the night. I am truly sorry if the truth offended-"

"That is not an apology," I interrupted.

He smiled shrewdly. "How about we drink tonight and tomorrow we speak of fathers to your hearts content."

I eyed him carefully. "You would do that?" He nodded and I sighed in defeat.

"Oh Hayden the real fun is just about to begin," he said handing me one of the shot glasses. He didn't even wait to make sure I took it before he let it go. "Just one more?"

"Fine. But that's it." I set my belongings back onto the table and tilted my head back.

Soon one more shot turned to two, then three, then four. The next thing I knew Loki and I were surrounded by people we didn't even know laughing and joking while Loki showed off his "parlor tricks" including one that set a napkin on fire and extinguishing it only for it to remain untouched.

They shouted in excitement and bought us drinks. Not long after I became less picky about what I was draining empty and guzzled almost anything that was put into my hand. Loki-who had switched from straight vodka to a simple jack and coke-was enjoying the attention.

He laughed at their jokes and any time someone requested he do "magic" he was more than happy to oblige. Several frat boys tried to mimicked his tricks while a few of the girls they were with inches their way toward Loki and draped their long arms around his relaxed shoulders. He didn't even seen to notice them as he kept his focus on the adoration he was receiving.

I sat in my chair-now a few people down from Loki-and watched him turn a fork into a snake and then back into a fork again. While the crowd around him screamed and shouted and more drinks were brought to our table I started to wonder if this was what it was like for Loki back on Asgard. Not the way it was now with everyone treating him like a social pariah and a mad man-which even I couldn't deny he had his moments-but before he betrayed Thor and the attacks in New York.

He must have a lot of attention from both men and women watching in awe at the wonderful spells that he could create. He was a Prince of Asgard doted and loved by his family and friends and subjects alike. I caught myself smiling.

"Lars," pouted a thin brunette with hair that reached her waist, "come dance with me," she purred into his ear and leaned forward, trailing her finger along the neckline of the green t-shirt he wore.

Loki looked at her for a moment. His eyes adjusting to her pretty blue eyes and articulated made up face. She pressed her chest onto his and seductively smiled. He returned the gesture slowly and then turned his gaze to me.

I felt the blush coming and quickly looked to my empty drink. "Hayden," he called over the table directing a lot of attention toward me. I shrank back in my seat and brought my flitting gaze back to him. "Would you like to dance?" The brunette in his ear shot a look that burned.

Yep. No stopping it. I blushed wildly and held up both my hands. "Oh no. I don't dance." Especially to music like this, I thought as a male voice sang about good girls making bad choices. Suddenly I felt very content in my chair.

The brunette was persistent and cooed, "she doesn't want to dance but I do."

Loki paid her barely any attention and brushed her off of him as he stood up. "Lok...Lars, no," I protested as he simply grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet with ease, "I really don't dance."

He led me onto the dance floor regardless and without looking behind me I could feel the eyes of the wounded brunette bore into me. Loki paid her no heed and put both hands on my hips. Right on cue my blush deepened. Luckily it was much too dark on the dance floor save the flashing strobe lights and black lights that hung above for anyone to see the shade if crimson I most likely was. If Loki noticed he made no indication or it whatsoever and pulled me into him so that my body was against his.

It took me a few moments before I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled, ignoring how uneven it was and focused on my feet and only on my feet. Loki leaned into me, his lips hot on my neck and my heart stilled at the thought of them dragging to my own lips.

"You must relax," he shouted above the music but quiet enough that only I could hear him. "You are much too tense, Hayden."

Before I could respond he spun me around in front of him keeping both hands firmly on my waist and his lips on my ear. "I have been watching these Midgardians dance," he continued as he started to sway his body against mine. Every muscle tensed against my will. He was just so close... "there is hardly any technique to it," he said pressing his fingers into my skin and moving my rigid bottom half against his. I closed my eyes unable to think about my feet and decided then to concentrate on not holding my breath. "Move your body against mine the way you want to move against a lover." My eyes snapped open and he growled in my ear, "pretend you wish to have me here on this dance floor."

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the heady experience I got from whenever Loki touched me. Or, maybe dancing really wasn't just that hard but after allowing Loki's hands to guide my body I soon took control and was able to move without feeling as though I would pass out.

Just as he said I moved my body against his like that of a lover-and copied a few people around us-twisting and turning to the music. My head felt light and swear glistened off both our skins. He grabbed my bottom and pulled me into him, his mouth hot on my neck as I lazily wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kept swaying my hips.

His lips felt amazing on my skin. They were soft but hungry and I ached for his lips elsewhere. I considered asking him if he wanted to leave when I suddenly stopped completely. Loki broke his kiss and pulled away from my neck, his eyebrows rightfully knitted together.

Getting tangled with him was a mistake in the first place. I often dreamed of his fingers gradually easing inside of me, his hot mouth on my body as his tongue...

"Hayden?" I spun around in shock at the sound of my name and the familiarity of the voice. "It is you!" He exclaimed looking me up and down in approval with his black, thick-framed glasses, ridiculously brown, curly hair and his patchy beard the exact same it was four years ago. "I didn't know you could move like that," he said sounding a little too surprised.

I smiled unevenly. "Bryce." Then turned to Loki who was instantly at my side, "this is..."

"Lars," he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him, "her fiancé."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Now we're back to the engaged couple act when not even an hour ago he was leering down some blonde's dress. Typical.

"Fiancé, huh. Congrats," he shouted. "Let me buy you a drink."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I was actually about to-"

"We are just on our way out to head home and fuck," Loki interrupted so that not only Bryce overheard him.

My face was on fire. Bryce cleared his throat and forced a smile, avoiding eye contact with Loki. "Well...it was great seeing you," and walked off.

I watched him leave, completely mortified. Bryce was a friend of mine in college who was set to be married to his high school girlfriend who had their son a few months before their senior graduation. Near the end of college they broke up and after a study break with a few too many martinis we ended up sleeping together. We dated a few months after but I was too shy and always had my nose stuck in a book compared to his lifestyle of going to local bars to see local bands and getting really wasted. So, we went our separate ways and I never thought much about him after.

Loki, however, was curious and berated me with questions as we returned to our previous table to gather our things. There were a few people I recognized from earlier but mostly everyone was a completely new face. When Loki realized I wasn't going to answer him he flashed in front of me. I quickly looked around but no one seemed to notice him vanishing and appearing out of thin air.

I set my jaw deciding if I should yell at him or not when he asked, "did I do something to upset you? If I did it was far from my intentions. I thought you and I were enjoying ourselves."

Oh boy. I really didn't even know where to start. The way he kept doing magic or the fact that he shouted out to a room full of people that we we're going to fuck. No. It was the latter.

"Why did you tell Bryce that?" Loki seemed genuinely confused. Or he was just drunk. I wasn't sure. "The...you know about us..."

"I was claiming you."

My mouth dropped open. The way that he so casually explained himself was alien to me. He was always so self-assured but his voice dropped slightly and even then he wasn't certain he had gone about things the right way. It made being angry at him difficult which made me angry with myself.

"You can't claim me. I'm not property. I'm not a prize," I shouted wanting desperately to leave the crowded bar and go home. "I'm a human being with feelings and free will and you can't just go up to people and claim them!"

"I simply do not wish to share you," he replied as though there was no harm done.

"That isn't your choice, it's mine. And that is a commitment I'm not exactly willing to take with you," I said before the words actually hit and I realized what I was saying.

Loki stiffened. His eyes darkening and his body was quick to straighten. "Very well," was all he said.

I stared at him for a few moments trying to decide if I should better explain myself or not. When he gave me a sharp nod toward the door and his bored look returned I decided against it. Good, let him sulk.

I turned briskly around and knocked into a wall of man. His drink spilled down the front if his shirt and splattered a little bit onto mine. "Hey," he shouted holding out his arms and staring at his shirt.

"I am so sorry," I blurted bringing my hands to my mouth. "Let me buy you a drink and-"

"What you need to do is buy me a new shirt."

I opened my mouth to apologize again but Loki was quick to intercede upon the scene. "She said she was sorry," he said in a dangerous tone placing himself in between me and the angry drunk.

Loki stood over the already tall man by a shoulders length but what the man lacked in height he made up in muscle. His blue eyes shifted from me to Loki to me again before he started to laugh. I furrowed my eyebrows, unsure of what was so funny.

Loki smiled, lost to the joke as well. "There," he said, "no harm done."

"You're right," laughed the guy turning toward his friends and curious onlookers. "A drink gets spilled on my very expensive shirt but," he chuckled and turned back to Loki, "no harm done." His smile vanished and he moved in towards Loki who remained perfectly still. "Tell your bitch to learn how to fucking walk."

I had seen and read plenty of books where men had fought for the honor of a woman. They would bring out battle flags and swords raised high just so her good name wouldn't go into the dirt. I never thought I would see it happen in real life, let alone to me. Typically I avoided situations that would bring out these sort of incidents but tonight was a night of firsts.

The guy never really stood a chance the moment that Loki's fist made contact. With ease he flew backwards, slamming into a table and crushing it to the ground under his weight. The crowd was quick to disperse. A few girls screamed as Loki followed after the man he had effortlessly tossed and reached down to pull the 200 pound man to his feet like a rag doll.

Loki lifted him, bringing him at eye level and held out his hand. Even in the dim lighting I could see the transformation of pale skin turning a dark blue and fingernails grew sharp and knife-like. Panic set in. If I could see it that meant others near us definitely saw it as well. Including the man in Loki's grasp as he stared horrified at the hand that came at his face. Steam poured from Loki's hand as it wrapped around the skin of his victim the way that ice would steam when it made contact with heat.

I stepped forward to shout at him when one of the guy's friends beat me to Loki and slammed a beer bottle to the back of his head. I gasped loudly as the glass cut along the side of his face, blood mixed with beer flowed freely down his neck and back of his shirt. Loki dropped his first victim to the ground, ignoring the way that he screamed as he brought his hands to his bleeding face, and turned his attention to his second attacker.

He picked the broken bottle off the floor with shaking hands and smirked as he lifted his gaze to the man who had shattered it across the back of his head and broke it into tiny shards in the palm of his hand. Loki widened his smile and let the glass pieces fall to the ground.

The man instantly began to back up into the crowd that moved away several steps back to each one that he took as Loki advanced on him. Behind him three bouncers charges after him planning to jump on him and take him down once. Any normal guy the stature of Loki souls have been pinned to the ground. Loki however tossed each man off of him without breaking stride.

Two of the bouncers hit their heads hard against nearby tables, knocking them out cold. The other one was quick to his feet but instead of charging after Loki again he ran to the bar and shoved the bartender aside to grab for a phone that hung off the wall. Without even looking Loki held out his hand-which was no longer that of a Frost Giant-and the phone blew off the wall and smashed into a shelf of neatly lined liquor bottles. Each one shattered to the ground causing the bartender to leap back in shock and slam into the rest of the shelf. She ducked low as the remaining contents of the shelf exploded onto the ground.

Liking the effect Loki continued walking, each glass that he passed whether it was at the bar or on a table exploded. People were now panicking trying to run out of the bar or huddle in a corner. I looked around frantic knowing that I had to get Loki out of there soon before the police arrived.

"Look man, David was drunk. He didn't mean to call your girl a bitch. We're sorry, things just got out of control," whimpered the second man as he backed up into a table and tried to scoot around it so that it separated him and Loki.

"Oh. He is sorry. I cannot recall anymore. Does this make everything alright then?" The man didn't respond right away and the table between them exploded as though an invisible hammer broke it in half. Loki smirked. "No harm done."

"Yo man you're fucking crazy," shouted the second man who clearly didn't know how to keep his mouth closed.

Loki descended upon him, slamming his fist hard into his prey's overly large nose. Blood from both their broken skin splattered at Loki's cheeks. His green eyes were so dark they almost looked like black marbles. He lifted his arm, fist curled so tight that his stained knuckles were white. Before he brought it down I was able to find my voice and yell that he stop.

Loki turned to look at me. His shoulders were slumped and his chest moved up and down in quick, ragged movements. His eyes seemed lost as they tried to focus in on me. Tears plastered my face and I felt like I was going to throw up. Wearily, he stood up and moved away from his unconscious victim and walked to where I stood.

His bleeding, trembling hands reached for my face-careful not to touch the wound on my cheek-and tenderly cupped the sides. He brought his forehead to mine, resting it gently and exhaled slowly. Tears dripped from the tip of his nose and onto the bottom of my lips.

"We need to get out of here," I whispered, pulling his hands from my face and leading him through the quiet bar crowd.

Sirens whined in the distance and I felt my throat tighten. The cool night air felt nice against my hot, sticky skin as I led him toward my car before realizing that I was in no condition to drive. But, I could leave my car in the parking lot without tipping off anyone.

I turned to Loki whose hands were deep in the pocket of his trousers and his gaze was far off into the brightly lit night sky. I shook his arm lightly to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. He was slow to bring his now green eyes down to my level but they landed firmly at the wound on my cheek.

He brought his hand to my face once more. "When we return to Asgard I will see to it that your face does not scar."

I bit my lower lip. The sirens began to grow louder and my heart nearly jumped out of my throat. Now was not a good time to tell Loki that he would probably have to return to Asgard without me in case someone did pinpoint the attack on Loki and Fury found out. I swallowed hard, the red and blue of flashing lights down the highway caught my eye.

"Get in the car," I finally decided hoping into the driver seat and starting the engine before Loki had even opened the passenger side door. He slipped inside reaching to close the door when I peeled out of the bar parking lot.

"The cops cannot catch us here," I informed his incredulous look after he managed to close the door. "I'm going to park in a residential area for the night but..." I looked him up and down worried he might have completely exerted himself. His magic was already weakening and he used so much of it at the bar already... "will you be able to teleport us back to my house? I know it's far and all-"

Loki leaned his head against the seat and laughed. "You underestimate me."

I ignored his arrogance and parallel parked outside of several duplexes with cars all along the road. If there were no security cameras we might be okay. Unless someone had caught the bar fight on their cellphone in which case I hoped it was too dark to make out exact features. I groaned and stepped outside of my car.

Loki slammed the door shut and walked around to where I stood. His hands encircled around my waist and he pulled me in, suffocating any empty space between us. I shut my eyes tight still not prepared for the gut-wrenching feeling that teleportation strained on my body. My stomach twisted and turned as if someone had shoved their finger into my bellybutton and led me around like it was hooked on a leash.

We landed roughly into my bedroom, falling apart. I landed on my bottom with a sharp clunk and Loki fell forward knocking into my dresser and sinking to his knees. He breathed harshly, pushing past the way that his entire body seemed to shake and stood tall, resting his hands on top of the dresser. I looked up at him, trying to catch my own breath when his eyes suddenly rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground.

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