The ground was stark as his vision was blurred; echoes of voices were muffled as his head span though the earth stood still beneath his feet. A loving hand rested on his shoulder and a concerned glance from his mother.

"My son, are you alright?" Frigga asked her tone so sweet and affectionate. Loki inhaled sharply and looked up to face her, her gaze was soft and caring though he suspected that there was some curiosity and suspicion within her.

"Certainly, my apologies Mother and Lady Amahel I suddenly felt faint. I think it would be best if I get out of the sun, please excuse me," Loki replied as he stood from the bench.

"Oh course my dear," Frigga smiled, Loki gave a curt nodded and walked off. Frigga sighed and looked down at Amahel who sat and watched as Loki walked off, a look of sadness flickered within her eyes as she did.

"Don't mind my boy, he is still simply a child when it comes to love though with time he will come around," Frigga mused as she sat down beside Amahel; she smiled softly and placed a comforting hand onto her knee.

"Thank you, you're words are very comforting…maybe love isn't so simple, you must know quite a lot about it," She looked at Frigga, there was a look in her eyes; something innocent and pure yet for some reason Frigga could not help but feel as if there was something off about it all, she wondered if there was something Amahel was hiding but for now she decided to let it go.

"Hm…quite well, I have some gardening to do would you like to join me?" Frigga asked, she sighed in content as she glanced over at her garden. She loved gardening though it did get lonely sometimes; she always wished to have a daughter so she could have helped out and kept her company; though Loki would sometimes when he was not busy with his adventures and lollygagging around the halls and his chamber.

"I would be delighted to," Amahel replied in an excited tone, one similar to a young child's when they wake up on Christmas day. She smiled sweetly as she reached out for a rose which stood beside the bench; she pulled the flower closer to her face and smelt it.

Frigga looked over at her and chuckled slightly. She stood up from where she sat and walked over to the rose bush, she took out a small knife from her front pouch and cut a rose off. Frigga placed the knife back into the pouch and stood in front of Amahel with the rose in her hand; the rose itself was unique as it was black with a midnight blue middle, the only place you could find them was in that very garden.

Amahel looked up at Frigga as she took her hands in her own; she placed the rose into her palm and smiled down upon her.

"Give this to Loki, as a gratitude to your love and whatever he says, still give it to him even if he palpably says that he does not want it…because he is very stubborn in that sense; tell him that you know that he likes the nature of the world and therefor you want for his to have this rose," Frigga said, her voice soothing and calm as always.

"I will, thank you Queen Frigga,"

"Oh please just call me Frigga, now there is gardening in which needs to be done…oh but first I should return Loki's book to his chambers, he is rather sentimental over his thing definitely this books in particular," Frigga announced as she glanced at the green book, quill and ink which was still on the far edge of the bench.

Frigga picked the book and everything else up; she cradled it in her arms and gave Amahel a short farewell as she walked off. There was silence for a moment until Frigga was completely out of sight.

Amahel kept her head down as the minutes passed by, the rose was clasped tightly in her palm as she sat there. A sudden manic laughter erupted from the woman as she raised her head to look up at the sky, her eyes glowed; they had turned into a deep shade of red and glimmered with power and lust. Her lips were scrunched up in a menacing smirk as she continued to laugh.

The rose in her hand began to die as she tightened her grip around it, the petals turned brown and crumbled in her hand until the whole rose was just dust sitting within her palm.

"Ignorant woman, A rose for the one you love how sweet though I do not need it; he will come to me in time, I have my ways…oh I just cannot wait for my little pet,"

Loki rashly walked away, he needed to get away as he was suddenly overwhelmed with so many different thoughts and emotions. He stopped for a second to catch his breath as he lent against a wall. Another wave of dizziness hit him making him slip down the wall to the ground. He took in sharp breathes as he placed his head into his hands; he pressed the palm of his hands into his eyes and rubbed harshly until they begun to sting.

"Yo, man on the floor," A voice called out; it was a man's voice yet it had a strange yet familiar ring to it. There was also that slightly familiar scent of ash, alcohol and oil which he had memorised from a certain place he had visited a day ago.

Loki did not lift his head from his hands; he already knew or had an inkling of whom it was, though he did not know if he was annoyed with his presence or relieved.

"Wow bit rude…oh please don't mind me, okay I'll just stand here then…the décor is very nice though not as nice as I…though, maybe I should suggest to the All-father to have a statue of me built hmm…how does that sound to you, oh yeah you agree I might just go do that right now, I can just imagine it now," Tony blabbered.

"Are you quite done, or should I leave; to give you and yourself some privacy?" Loki asked rhetorically as he looked up at the man, he was leaning against the far wall opposite Loki, his head was pressed back against the wall as he looked up at a golden statue. Loki smirked slightly; there was a small glint of amused in his eyes, as well as his eyebrows which were raised slightly adding to his forced perplexed facial expression.

Loki shook his head as his smirk slipped into a soft smile; Tony was quite handsome indeed, though it seemed that he had just woken up from a long nap according to his bed head, his eyes though shone brighter and he for once was not wearing his blacksmith uniform, he simple wore a black tunic and black cotton trousers.

Tony gave Loki a cocky smirk as he pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to where Loki sat, he held out his hand for Loki to take which he did gratefully. When they stood beside each other the height difference was obvious as Loki was a good head taller than Tony. Loki chuckled slightly at this fact.

"Shut up, I'm not that short…you're just abnormally tall," Tony grumbled kind heartedly as he punched Loki's arm in a friendly manner. Loki shook his head slightly as he smoothed the creases of his attire.

"Ah you're no fun," Tony muttered in a childish manner as he placed his right hand onto his hip and slouched to one side like a mother would do to show that she was unimpressed.

Loki rolled his eyes half-heartedly, all of a sudden he felt exhausted as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and a slight deep pain spread through his head and chest.

Tony sighed deeply as his arm dropped from his hip; he pulled his arms behind his back and looked up at the ceiling; watching the patterns as they merged into each other though he truly wished to watch Loki, the sharpness of his sly and cautions eyes, the white and softness of his skin. He had been thinking about Loki last night, he got captivated by those thoughts and the more he ignored them and tried to push them away the more he thought and then it became harder to push away.

He started to consider the possibilities of what could happen in the future, to think of Loki in different ways and he felt something deep and abnormal stir within him though he did not even know what they were to each other, they were not friends but not strangers and they did not act like mere acquaintances; he wondered if what they had was better than any of that though he highly doubted it, it was not like it was one of these fairy tales were your true love was just waiting around the corner; Tony was afraid though he would never admit it, he feared the deep ache that surged through his chest whenever he was slightly happy or he saw something good within someone and seeks it out as a sign of hope and yet he could only consider what it could mean for if something in the mere future was to have an involvement with Loki; he wondered if he could be able to handle the possibility and chance of the future, would he draw back in fear as he would usually do?

"Is the ceiling quite interesting or is it that you are merely having a stroke?" Loki sneered playfully, he watched Tony curiously with raised brows as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Tony's head snapped to the side to look at Loki, a surprised look appeared on his face for a moment though he shook it off and pouted childishly at the other god.

"A bit of both I suppose," Tony chuckled with a small shrug. He felt relaxed around Loki though they had not known or been acquainted to each other for very long and the last time they met which was the first; they were nothing but snarky to each other.

"You are certainly not like all of the other Asgardian's, Mr Stark you are different," Loki mused as his eyes court sight of his brother passing the hall. Tony opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he noticed Loki taking a few steps forward and soon enough he was walking away from him.

"Hey! Wait Loki what do you mean by that…in a good or bad way, oh bastard answer me. Go on big boy just walk away then not even a simple farewell or whatever…Oh and what about that Helmet which is waiting to be paid for and pick up by a certain black haired bastard," Tony shouted.

"I have heard that Anthony is quite the genius so I am sure he can work it out for himself, you can can't you and the Helmet well at this current point in time I have an annoying brother to deal with therefor I will pick it up when I can," Loki turned to give Tony one last smirk before he was totally out of view.

"Unbelievable," Tony sighed as he began to walk in the opposite direction.

"Oh brother, what a pleasant surprise," Thor booming voice called out as Loki turned to stand directly in front of him. Thor wore his usual armour though his hair was not pinned back; a warming smile was present on his face as it usually was whenever he had the chance to talk with Loki and they were not either against each other or Loki was ignoring him.

"Quite," Loki simply said with a curt nod, though not really paying attention to what he actually said.

"Well both you and I know that this is not simply about exchanging pleasantries, I have a favour to ask of you," Loki snarled slightly, he only came to Thor rarely for help though it was only of a small matter but still it made him feel slightly incompetent.

"What is it brother?"

"Do not worry for now; we will discuss this further later on, farewell Thor I have studies I must attend to," Loki informed, as he slowly trolled off. Thor gave a short wave with a small shake of his head.

The day had gone by at a fast pace though Tony had only a small amount of work that needed to be done and it was the fact that he was alone for the rest of the day, he kind of hoped to see Loki again though Loki never did go there to collect the newly made helmet. By the time that the sun was set he had begun to feel drowsy; his skin was feverish and he panted heavily with every breath as he clumsily made his way to his bed and laid himself down on top of it.

He looked up at the ceiling in a dazed manner; he imagined black strands of silk and green pools of water laid out on a sheet of white snow. He could not get it out of mind; him out of his mind. There was a feeling that was strange to him and he did not like it, it made him nerves. There were lips that haunted his mind and that question of what was the difference between him and the rest of the people that live in Asgard, Was he good or bad?

He shook his head and inhaled sharply, he closed his eyes briefly; he wondered what Loki was doing that very moment; if he was asleep or not, was he up late reading because he could not sleep? It seemed like something he would do if that was the case though Tony knew barely anything about Loki and it bothered him, he saw something deep within the Gods eyes which did not scare him per se but he did slightly fear what it was; it was deep and raw, anger and loathing kept locked away.

Tony shook his head; trying to ignore the thought in his mind, Loki was nothing special to him and he could not simply fix him even if he was slightly damaged or more. His eyes lowly let drooped shut, the black silk faded into white and the pools of water changed to blue, in the back of his mind a hushed voice sang a soft song and soon enough he fell into a deep slumber.