AN: Sorry for the slight wait! Here it is!

Sookie awoke with her head throbbing once again. This was just not her week. She tried to remember what caused this headache, then it all came back to her. Loki had knocked her out! She shot up expecting to find herself in some dark and dank cell in his secret layer, what she saw though confused her.

The room she was in was nice. It looked to be a room in a log cabin, there was a fire place with a nice fire going, a fur rug in front of it, a couch to the side with a coffee table in front of it, on top of the table were a variety of foods, mostly sweets though, a dresser, and the bed... God this had to be the most comfortable bed Sookie had ever been in, in her life! The sheets were so soft!

Fighting the urge to curl back up in bed, Sookie got out of it and moved to the window. When she did though, she noticed she was in a change of clothes. It was a pair of green silk sweat pants and a black wife-beater. Both had intricate gold swirls embroidered into them. What the hell?

Sookie continued her quest to go to the window, and the sight confused her even more. She was in the middle of a wooded area... and it was snowing. There was snow on the ground!

"What in the world..." She muttered to herself.

After trying to open the window, which strangely wouldn't budge, she tried the first of the two doors in the room. It was a bathroom. A very expensive looking bathroom. The bathtub looked like it could fit 10 people in it! The shower too!

When she tried the other door, she found it wouldn't open at all. Ok so she was trapped in the gorgeous looking room. Things could be worse she guessed.

"Do you like your prison?" A very familiar voice spoke up behind her... And it just got worse.

Turning around, Sookie saw Loki sitting on the couch, examining a chocolate chip cookie. He wasn't in his regal looking attire however. He was in a green short sleeved peasant shirt and black pants.

"What the hell am I doing here? Where am I?" She demanded.

Loki chuckled, "What? No thank you? I go to all this trouble to make you comfortable, and you don't seem grateful. I even acquired you more comfortable sleeping attire."

Sookie looked mortified, "Y-You changed my clothes?" She glared at the god, "You-!"

"Before you lash out, I changed your clothes using magic." He took a bite of the cookie. "Your virtue is intact."

That seemed to calm her down slightly, but Sookie was still angry. She was kidnapped. Again!

"Why don't you sit down and join me?" Loki motioned to the spot next to him on the couch, "For lower lifeforms, Midgardians seem to have a knack for food at least."

"I would rather not." Sookie crossed her arms over her chest in a stubborn manor making Loki chuckle.

"Now to answer your earlier inquiries, we're currently in a cabin in the middle of Canada somewhere. As to why you're here... I had to make sure you wouldn't interfere with my plans."

Sookie could feel that was partially a lie, but she didn't call him on it. The smell of the food finally hit her nose, making her stomach growl. The telepath could see the smirk on Loki's face grow, showing he heard it. She could feel her cheeks heat up and she looked away embarrassed.

Loki chuckled and stood up, "Well I will leave you to eat, I have some final preparations to look over anyway." He began to walk to the door, but paused once he reached it and looked back. "If you should need anything just call out, but don't even think of trying to escape. The doors and windows are enchanted, so it's impossible anyway."

And with that he was gone.

Sookie stood there for a moment, before sighing and taking a seat on the couch. She looked over the spread and chose to have a piece of apple pie. Once she took that first bite, it hit her how hungry she really was. Needless to say she started pigging out. She couldn't help it. It all tasted so good.

In the planning room, Loki was relaxed on the couch, watching Sookie eat like a starved beggar. He had not stopped watching her since he left, and watching her eat like this made him upset. Were those imbeciles not making sure she ate? It angered him.

There he went again! Loki stood up and started to pace, ignoring the questioning looks of his minions. Why did he care so much what happened to this girl? Why did he take her with him? He knew the real answer to that last question. Not the fake answer he gave her in the room.

After seeing her recklessness with the beast, he needed to get her away from those Midgaurdians. They were a hazard to her health.

That answer still made him uneasy. He knew it to be true, but he hated whatever he was feeling for this girl. He looked back in on her and saw she was now looking outside at the snow while drinking a cup of tea. She had a look of wonder. Had she not seen snow before?

"Hmm..." Loki tilted his head.

"Sir." A voice interrupted Loki's thoughts. It was one of his minions. He didn't bother to learn their names. "We have received word from Selvig. The Tesseract is almost ready. Preparations should be complete in two days."

Loki nodded, this pleased him. He didn't mind having to wait a few more days. In the mean time he had a pretty fae to keep him company and torment. He paused.

'Did I honestly just refer to her as pretty?' Loki frowned at the thought.

Loki growled and stormed out of the room to his quarters slamming the door. This woman was driving him to his wits end! He should be thinking of the plan and his future of ruling Midgaurd then Asgard, but all this thoughts went back to the woman in the room next to his.

With a frustrated sigh he magicked himself out of his clothes and fell back onto his bed. He knew the answer. He had just been trying to avoid it.

He liked the girl.

She was a beautiful woman with the spirit of a warrior and a wit that seemed to match his own. There was another connection he could sense between them, but he couldn't put his finger on it. She was also the only one to ever see through his lies and tricks. The only one to truly challenge him.

Not that any of these thoughts mattered. Realizing such things wasn't going to change the fact that the girl seemed to loath him. In the dream she was responsive, but that was a dream.

Well he had two days, and Loki was always up for a challenge. Perhaps he could bond with her... But how?

Sookie awoke in someplace she didn't expect to see again. It was her bedroom back in Bon Temps. Did that mean everything that happened was a crazy dream? It was starting to look like it. She could even smell Gran's cooking. Sausage, bacon, and eggs by the smell of it.

With a grin, Sookie jumped out of bed and ran downstairs like a child on Christmas. Her smile grew at the sight. There stood her Gran preparing breakfast, humming an old tune Sookie could never recognize.

Adele turned her head away from her cooking to smile at her granddaughter, "Good morning, Sookie! You're up bright and early. I haven't even finished cooking yet!"

Sookie just smiled and sat at the table, "Gran, I had the craziest dream last night. You wouldn't believe the stuff I saw!"

"Oh? What happened?" She asked while going back to her cooking.

Before Sookie could respond a voice spoke up from next to her.

"Yes, Miss Faery. What on earth happened in this 'dream'?"

Sookie's whole body froze before she turned her head towards the voice. In the chair next to her sat Loki. A smirk plastered on his face, wearing the outfit he had worn earlier.

"So this is where you grew up, what you consider your 'safe haven'" Loki mused as he looked around.

Sookie ignored his musing and sat rigid in her seat, "...This is a dream?"

"Very observant. I have created a dream based off of your memories. I wish to know more about my prisoner. I want to know why you protect this realm without question."

"Wouldn't you protect your home if it was being attacked?" Sookie asked.

Loki flinched at the word home Sookie noticed. He then stood and walked to the dream version of Gran. Looking her over as if she was a complicated painting.

"You called this person 'Gran', and given the resemblance, I take it that, that name is short for Grandmother?" It didn't escape Sookie that her captor was trying to change the subject, she would give in for now. She didn't know why she was, maybe it was because he wasn't looking at her Gran with hatred like he had everyone else.

"Yes. She's my grandmother, Adele Stackhouse."

"You live with her though, what of your parents?"

Loki noticed her flinch this time out of the corner of his eye, "They died in a flash flood when I was seven. Gran's raised me and my brother ever since."

"Brother?" Loki looked at her this time, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes, my brother Jason." Sookie looked over a picture on the fridge that Gran liked so much.

Loki made his way to the photograph and examined it. It showed a younger Sookie grinning from ear to ear, she was missing a few teeth, the silly sight made Loki smirk in amusement. She was posing with an older boy who was also grinning.

"Does your brother live here as well?" Loki looked around the room.

"No, he lives at our old house by himself. Moved out as fast as he could. He wasn't comfortable with bringing his dates here."

Loki looked at Sookie confused, "So you live here alone with your elderly grandmother? He doesn't provide for you?"

Sookie was now confused, "Why would he? I have a job."

"Working for S.H,I,E.L.D. You mean?"

"No, I'm a waitress at a local bar."

Suddenly the room changed, and instead of sitting at the kitchen table in her home, Sookie was now in a booth at Merlotte's. It was a busy night, everyone didn't seem to notice her nor the Norse god sitting across from her.

Loki looked at his surroundings. It was a dirty tavern!

'This is where she works?' He thought with disdain.

Just then a dream version of Sookie came out, wearing her Merlotte's uniform. Her shorts and tight shirt made quite the sight, but the fact that this is what she wore to work didn't make Loki happy in the slightest.

They both watched as the dream Sookie went from table to table, serving food and drink.

"You work as a serving wench?"

"Waitress." Sookie corrected while shooting a glare at Loki.

"I see no difference from the serving wenches in Asgard."

Before Sookie could rip the jerk a new one, both saw someone approach the shadow Sookie and give her a big bear hug. It was Jason.

"Your brother?" Loki inquired and Sookie nodded.

Dream Jason was telling dream Sookie about how he had found 'the girl of his dreams' which didn't mean much. Sookie remembered this conversation. The girl he was talking about only lasted a month. Which was a long time for his brother, but still.

"Your brother allows you to work here?" Loki was glaring at dream Jason now.

"He doesn't have a say in my life. I'm a grown woman."

"On Asgard no one, Brother nor Father, would want their sister or daughter to work in a place like this."

Sookie took a deep breath, she was not going to let him rile her up, "Well this isn't Asgard, and my Gran needs my help. She's to old to work, and it's the least I could do after all she's done for me."

They watched in silence then. Loki met Sookie's best friends, Lafayette and Tara, her boss, which he didn't care for, especially with the way he was looking at Sookie, and her fellow 'waitress' Arlene. He still didn't understand. Her love for her grandmother made sense, but these people were beneath her. That included her imbecile of a brother.

There was then a crash. Loki looked up to see dream Sookie holding her head and a shattered pitcher on the floor. The sight confused him until he heard it.

That's crazy Sookie for you!

Crazy bitch can't even hold a pitcher.

She's as dumb as a pile of bricks.

It occurred to Loki that these were the voices of the people in the room. They all just watched as her boss came to help her clean up the glass. Loki could see the tears in her eyes, even as she just looked at the ground.

"She hears that often."

Loki looked up and saw Sookie looked different. She was still wearing the same outfit, but her eyes had a slight glow to them as did her hair.

"You're not Sookie."

The glowing Sookie smiled, "Yes and no, I'm her Fae side." She looked over at the scene before them. "You wished to know more about Sookie... and what you were about to uncover was something one should not live through again."

"What do you mean?"

Faery Sookie smiled sadly, and the scenery changed once again. They were now in a house. It wasn't Sookie's grandmother's house however.

"Where are we?" Loki questioned.

"Sookie's childhood home... if you want to call it that, that is." faery Sookie explained sadly.

Before he could question her, they both heard light pounding from upstairs. Faery Sookie motioned for him to go look, and he did. When he reached the top of the stairs he could see a woman leaning glaring at a door with a chair against it. The door rattled slightly like someone was trying to get out.

"Momma, I'm sorry I won't do it again! Please let me out!" A young voice pleaded from behind the door. "I won't listen in anymore! Please Momma it's dark in here!"

Why couldn't I have had a normal child?

Loki then realized what was happening. This was Sookie's mother, and the one locked behind that door was young Sookie.

Before anything else could happen Loki heard someone coming up the stairs. It was a man.

"Michelle? What's going on?" He then looked to the shaking door, "What the hell, Michelle?! Did you lock Sookie in there?!"

"I can't take it anymore , Corbett! I had to pick her up from school again! The looks everyone gave me... I can't take it!"

Corbett glared at Michelle, before rushing to the door and opening it, the young Sookie who must have been no more then six jumped into his arms sobbing.

"It's ok, Sweetheart, Daddy's here." he rubbed Sookie's back soothingly.

Why couldn't you just be normal...

That last string of thoughts came from her father. Loki couldn't believe his ears. Both parents thought of their own child as a freak of nature. Just because she could read minds?

The scene changed once again to a slightly older Sookie being pushed around by some children in a field.

"Crazy Sookie! Always screaming all the time!" One child taunted, as he pushed her onto the ground.

Loki watched as child Sookie glared at the child, "At lease I don't wear my mom's underwear like you, Billy!"

The boy glared and leaned down grabbing the front of her shirt, he obviously looked humiliated. "Why you little.." He was about to punch her, when another young man tackled him to the ground and punched him instead.

The young man stood up and glared at the lot of them. Almost daring them to try something.

"Anyone else want some of this?" He challenged.

All the children ran away screaming.

Sookie stood up, brushing herself off, "Thanks, Jason. I-"

Jason glared at her this time, "Why can't you just be normal for 5 goddam minutes! I'm sick of havin to stand up for you!" He then stormed off, leaving young Sookie to look at the ground and start to cry.

Loki wanted to hold her. It was all far to familiar for his liking.

Once again the scene changed. This time he was in a basement behind some boxes, Sookie was crouched down near his feet. She was about the same age as the previous vision. She was trembling in fear, tears running down her eyes.

The door to the basement opened and he could hear someone coming down the steps. The closer they got the more young Sookie looked petrified.

Before anything else could happen the scene went white, blinding Loki.

Loki awoke with a start. He was on the couch in Sookie's room. He had moved here, so the dreams would be more vivid.

When he looked over, he saw Sookie sitting up in the bed shaking. She had tears streaming down her face. When she saw Loki was watching she quickly wiped them away, refusing to look weak in front of him.

All the rage Loki felt before came back when he saw her tears.

"How can you..." He began, shaking with anger.

"How can I what?" Sookie asked cautiously. She could feel the rage in him.

Loki stood up and stormed closer to her, they were a few feet apart, his face contorted in anger, "How can you defend these people! They treat you like you're a monster, and you still fight for them!"

"...What did you see in my mind?"

"Enough to know that you shouldn't be trying to save this miserable world that has done nothing but hurt you! You should be angry!"

Suddenly it was Sookie who was getting images of the past. Loki's past. In his anger, the god had let the shield around his mind fall.

It showed her everything. Being bullied for being different compared to Thor, trying his hardest to meet his father's expectations, growing to resent Thor because he seemed to have his father's favor, then Sookie suddenly was in a room with a bunch of artifacts. Young Loki and young Thor stood in front of their father.

"Do the frost giants still live?" young Loki asked curiously.

"When I'm King," young Thor began with a smirk, "I'll hunt the monsters down and slay them all!" He then grinned up at their father, "Just as you did father!"

The scene melted to one in the same room. This time Loki was an adult, but he looked healthier. He was approaching Odin, who was on the stairs. He was confronting Odin about his true lineage. Seeing the god break down into hysterics didn't sit right with Sookie at all.

"So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me? You could have told me what I was from the beginning! Why didn't you?"

"You're my son... I wanted only to protect you from the truth..." Sookie couldn't even look at Odin at this point. She was to heartbroken by the sight of Loki.

"What, because I... I... I am the monster parents tell their children about at night? You know, it all makes sense now, why you favored Thor all these years, because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"

Sookie was suddenly slammed into the wall, bringing her out of Loki's mind.

Loki had her pinned against the wall, staring down at her with a mix of anger and something else Sookie couldn't determine, "How much did you see?" By the look on her face, Loki would instantly tell, "I see... all of it then? So you know what I truly am..."

Loki pinned Sookie's hands to either side of her head, a cold smirk appearing on his face, "I'm the monster..." Sookie began to tear up once again, "...Yes that's the sort of reaction a monster deserves right? The young princess crying in fear."

"I'm not crying in fear... I can feel it. How lonely and empty you feel."

Loki's grip on her wrists tightened, his eye's glaring down into her's "I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity, it's understanding... from one Monster to another."

Before Loki could say any more, Sookie leaned up and kissed him.

AN: Sorry for the evil cliffy! How far will Sookie and Loki go? Find out in the next chapter!