After Bruce had awoken, and taken a very long, very much needed cold shower, he walked over to his screen to view Loki's holding room. He was finally peaceful, his head resting in the lap of his daughter, who stared down at her father, stroking his hair and humming a foreign tune. She turned her gaze up to the security camera, giving him a wink and a sly lick of her lips. Bruce took another shower.

...

"Good morning Adda," Hela said softly as Loki's eyes fluttered open, yawning and staring up at his daughters face.

"You've grown," he whispered, his voice raspy and low. Hela smiled gently and continued to stroke his hair with one hand, the other gently brushing the side of his face.

"My true form," she whispered in reply, her back arching lower to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Not your true form," Loki retorted, staring sadly up at her. He reached a hand up to touch his fingers to her cheek. "Let me see you."

Hela nodded, although the pain in her eyes let him know that she was not happy about dropping her glamour. Slowly, one side of her face began to darken into the silvery hue it had been in her memories, her hair lightening to silver. She tried to smile but she couldnt, and she cast a glance around the room, suddenly feeling terribly self conscious.

"My beautiful baby," Loki smiled, stroking her silvery skin and she allowed him a small smile.

"You're sleep was troubled, Adda. Do tell me."

"Just a nightmare, my child. You do not need to worry."

Loki sat up, very slowly, his bones creaking and aching in the movement. His torso was bare, wearing just a pair of loose black cotton trousers and white socks. Hela wondered why he had not healed the hideous scars that twisted his skin, but she remained quiet and instead stood before him, dressed in her formal attire of Niflheim. Short black dress and kneelength black boots all hidden beneath her hooded green cape, a gold clip in the shape of a snake attatched at the shoulder.

"But I do worry, Adda, you were saying..." she trailed off at the expression that had graced Loki's features and looked to the ground. He stepped forward, cupping her face with his hands and gently lifting it to face him.

"You need not worry, my child," he said again, so softly that he barely spoke. He kissed her once more and pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her and holding her head against his chest so that she could not see the panic that now etched itself into his eyes.

...

Tony sat bolt upright with a start, eyes wide as he scanned around the room, clutching his sheets to his chest.

"Oh no... oh my god... fuck!" he stammered, taking a quick peak at his nakedness under the sheets. Images of the night before came flashing back to him, the moans, the screams; the golden, writhing body beneath him... He could still feel where she ha d clawed at his back, still taste her in his mouth. He put his head in his hands and let out a low sigh.

She is not a child, she is an adult, she is- oh my fucking god Loki will kill me...

JARVIS did an automatic system check, as he tried to identify the reason for the 3rd cold shower that morning.

...

Tony and Bruce both sat in silence at the breakfast table, both nursing a cup of coffee, and both in an unexplainable mood. Thor munched his way through his 12th bowl of shreddies, eyeing the scientists suspiciously. He was not as dim as everyone believed him to be. He would not be a king, if that was so. Yet, as king, he knew when he should keep his mouth closed, and this appeared to be one of those times. Steve sat beside him, reading the morning paper, casting annoyed glances to Clint who was reading it over his shoulder.

"You know, that's kinda rude," Steve pointed out.

"Shut up."

Tony could feel a small bead of sweat race down his chest as flashbacks of his night with Hela exploded behind his eyes, and he burried his face in his coffee, trying to control himself as images of tangled legs, bare breasts and salty skin caused his body to tingle.

"Ergh," he moaned, sinking the cup in one, and slamming the mug back onto the side. He stood up and turned to leave, all eyes in the kitchen on him, but found himself face to face with the God of Mischief, who gave him a very suspicious look.

"Are you well, Stark?" Loki asked, folding his arms across his chest. He was clad in his green robes, clearly not the seeing the need for armour, although Tony felt maybe he should have bought his.

"Errrrnggh," Tony muttered, swalllowing hard, and trying his best to remain his composure. "Yes, very well. You?"

Loki cast him another glare through half closed eyes, eyeing him up and down. He knew Tony was lying, but did not care enough to call him on it, and instead shifted his gaze to Bruce, who looked at him with the same horror Tony had.

"And you, Doctor Banner?"

"I uh, I... hnnngh," Bruce managed, twirling back around in his seat. Loki's eyes flicked between the two and Tony's heart stopped. Tony hoped with pure desperation that Loki couldn't read minds, because if he could, Tony's face would be a permanent fixture of his kitchen wall. Loki shrugged and glided around him, stopping beside his brother.

"Thor, I must speak with you," Loki said, his voice hurried and he glanced back up at Tony with a small frown, as the man of iron let out a long breath and escaped the kitchen, heading for his work shop. Bruce, taking this as his que also to leave, didn't say anything, just stood and ran out of the kitchen.

"Why is everyone so fucking crazy today?" Clint said, earning a slap on the wrist as he leant forward to turn Steve's page.

...

Bruce slammed the door to his lab behind him and let out a shuddering groan as he willed his heart to start beating again. Loki had never seen so terrifying.

"Rough morning Doctor?"

That was the last voice he wanted hear. He sighed, regaining his composure and sliding his glasses back up his nose. Hela was sat on his desk, legs and arms crossed, modelling a straight hairstyle today, and wearing her formal attire.

"Are you here to explain about last night?" he asked, his voice still holding a quiver as he stroked his arms, and tried to not let the fact that he was struggling to control himself show on his face. Hela had bought out the monster in him, this primitive desire to do unthinkable things to her that was no doubt amplified by the Hulk. And she damn well knew it.

"Perhaps," she said absently, picking at her finger nails and shooting him a sly grin. So she was in one of those moods. She shifted slightly, the folds of her cape falling away to reveal her upper thigh and Bruce could feel his heart rate quicken.

"You studied him last night, after I left didn't you?" she said, leaning back onto her hands and staring intently at him. Suddenly it all made sense.

"I suppose your little sub conscious... persuasion helped," Bruce said, a small smile coming to his lips. She smiled in return, glad that he had finally caught on. Bruce walked over to take the seat that was in front of her, her legs falling either side of his shoulders and he stared up at her with a new confidence he didn't know he had.

"So what was it you did to Tony? He looked a little... put out."

Hela stared at him with an unreadable expression.

"Stark took a little more persuasion," Hela said bluntly, lifting her legs to hook them over Bruce's shoulders and pull him a little closer. "So what was it you found out for me?"

"I got JARVIS to scan Loki when he was asleep," Bruce said and he ran his hands up Hela's legs, pulling them so she dropped down into his lap. She smirked as he removed his glasses and spun the chair to the side so that they could both see the computer screen. Black and white images of a brain appeared on the screen, with purple and orange hotspots glowing and flicking to different areas.

"This is what a brain looks like when dreaming," Bruce said, taking Hela's hand in his and placing it on the screen, following the purple and orange colours as they flickered about the screen. He tapped a button and the image changed, purple, orange and now blue lights flickering a lot more aggressively.

"This is what Loki's brain looked like last night. It follows characteristics of someone obtaining information," Bruce explained, tapping at random parts of the brain. "I recalled you saying that your fathers brain can still be accessed. I believe that he was receiving a message, not dreaming." Hela nodded, a small frown etched onto her face and Bruce felt her tense slightly.

"Would you monitor him again tonight?" Hela asked, her voice taking on a whole new air of authority and seriousness, and Bruce could easily see now that she was indeed a queen.

"Of course," Bruce said and now felt the full weight of Hela's stare on him. She leant forward and pushed a kiss onto his lips.

"I will return shortly," she said, and he found himself clutching at nothing by green twirls of smoke. He shook his head with a small smile, fingers gently brushing against his lips and he found himself wondering what she had just persuaded him to do now.

...

Tony worked hard on one his cars, head buried in the engine, screwdriver in his hand. He didn't notice his music stop or the soft rustle of papers on his desk.

"Screwing seems to be how you spends most of your days, isnt it Mr Stark."

He jumped so hard that he slammed his head against the bonnet of the car with a loud FUCK! He slid out, standing up straight and turning to stare at Hela.

"Don't you ever sit on a chair?" he asked, as she adjusted herself on a pile of his designs that littered the desk.

"You wasn't asking me to sit on your chair, last night," she stated, grinning at the sour look he cast her. He remembered vividly what he had asked her to sit on and it bought a tinge of red to his cheeks.

"Why are you here? Ready for round 2?"

Suddenly she was right infront of him, a hand pulling his face level with hers.

"Would you object if I was?" she whispered savagely, and Tony felt himself shaking his head. She eyed him for a moment, taking him in.

"What have you been working on today?" she asked, her fingers still clasping his cheeks. His eyes narrowed and he pulled his face away from her grip.

"I had this theory, which I'm now starting to think you had something to do with," he said, giving her a suspicious look. She smiled and pushed him onto the bonnet of his car, climbing onto his lap.

"And how far did you come along with this theory?" Hela asked, taking his bottom lip between her teeth.

"I think I need a little more... insight," Tony breathed, sliding his hands up her thighs. She grinned and let out a small squeak as he flipped her onto her back and climbing ontop of her.

"I think I can provide that for you."

...

Tony smirked, leaning against the bonnet of the car, watching Hela slowly dress herself and cast him a dreadful smirk as she buttoned the front of her dress. It was so typical, he thought, of her not to ask for his help, but rather implant an idea into his mind. She was so proud, he thought, and so desperate to help Loki. After she blew him a small kiss and vanished, he walked over to his desk and began to draw a design for some sort of golden glove.

...

Oooooh what's she up too?