I was gonna hold off for a few days cause I'm almost up to where I'm writing, and I don't want to keep you lovely people waiting long. I have one question for you lovely readers though - do you want me to write the M rated scenes in for the hell of it, or leave them out and submit it as a separate story later? I can't quite decide.

Huge thank you to heroherondaletotherescue and JennaPaige93 who reviewed and restored my confidence in this story. I give you this chapter!

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I had meagre possessions in my quarters at S.H.I.E.L.D. so when the man who promised me freedom asked if I wanted anything – my book perhaps, he taunted with a smirk – I'd declined, following him immediately out onto the tipping surface of the Helicarrier. I'd trailed after him, without hesitation, onto one of the jets, not dissimilar to the situation we had shared earlier – only hours ago, even.

Except this time, no one was a prisoner.

We'd flown away, undisturbed by the seething mass of agents, who were desperately trying to right their damaged base, and onto an unknown destination. I didn't know where Loki was going, nor was I particularly interested. As long as it was away from S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Helicarrier.

I never looked back.

Hours later, the small jet we were on landed in Manhattan, on top of a swanky looking high-rise building. Evening stained the sky in purples and blues, and I stared openly at the brightly lit city around me. Snapping me out of my reverie, however, Loki put a hand on the small of my back, directing me to the stairwell, which opened onto our rooftop. A man with shockingly blue eyes stood there, waiting for us. He fixed Loki with an adoring gaze, and I shied away from his obvious devotion. It was a little sickening.

"I booked in two rooms for the night, I was not aware we would have company." His electric blue eyes turned on me, before moving back to the tall god. "My apologies sir, I could remedy this…"

Loki cut him off with a smirk. "No need, Felicity and I have much to discuss tonight. She will be coming with me."

I raised my eyebrows at him, following him down the staircase into a luxurious room. A few couches were scattered around an expensive looking coffee table, and off to the right was a deluxe kitchenette area. Two doors led from this room. I headed through one into what was clearly the bedroom. It was at least three times the size of the room I'd had on the Helicarrier, fancy armoires and dressers spaced neatly around a massive double bed, a cream duvet looking far too inviting. Turning around I headed through the other door I'd seen. As I'd thought, the second door led into a bathroom that was also bigger than my old bedroom, an open shower and pristine toilet and vanity occupying the space. I headed back into the living room, finally sitting down onto the couch opposite Loki. He regarded me with an amused smirk.

"Quite done exploring the chambers, kitten?"

I frowned at the endearment – again – but decided not to press the matter. Like a child, it would only encourage him. "Yes, I am." I tried to hide the awe in my tone, but only marginally succeeded. "They're amazing."

His smirk turned genuine for a moment, before settling back into place. "Adequate." He remarked, looking around. Turning back to me, he fixed me with a steely gaze. "So, my dear, how far are you willing to assist me against S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or did you intend to run at the first hint of freedom? I assure you, that will not go over well."

I raised my eyebrows at him, all too aware of the sceptre leaning by the door. I was pretty sure that was his tool that he used to turn people into muppets. I had no interest in finding out for certain.

"Like I agreed to on the Helicarrier," I said coldly, "I intend to assist you against S.H.I.E.L.D. I told you earlier that I had no better place to be than there – if I tried to leave you I would have nowhere to go. Might I know what your plans are?"

A cruel smirk lit across his face. "I intend to destroy them." His silken voice announced ecstatically. "I brought you to this little human city because this is the residence of one of their little recruits – the man of iron. From his building, using his power, I will open the portal with the tesseract, and my forces will quell S.H.I.E.L.D., and any other who dare defy me. Once earth is quieted, I shall rule it, as king and overlord, as is my birth right."

I sat quietly for a moment, thinking this over. His eyes never left me, calculating.

"I am happy to help you take down S.H.I.E.L.D." I told him. "Whether by alien army or whatever you want. Though when you're king of the world, what happens to everyone? What happens to me?"

"You will be rewarded for helping me. A king needs his advisors, does he not? Any good court has noblemen," his eyes swept over my tight uniform. "And noblewomen, of course."

"So I am to become an advisor? Or eye candy?" My eyes hardened on the god with whom I bargained. "I refuse to be kept, or used in your little court." I told him icily.

He smiled amicably, leaning back into the leather couch. "You misunderstand me, my dear. I mean neither fate for you in my new world. You will be in a position of power. Under no one's beck and call but my own. It will not be a glorified captivity, as you are thinking. You will remain free."

My eyes narrowed as I examined his offer, turning it this way and that in my head as if it were a gem, trying to find a flaw. Satisfied, I sat up straight, and smiled at the god of mischief. I knew there would be a catch – he was Loki of the silver tongue – but for now I was content with his terms.

"When do we start?"