The next day I went through the same procedure to get in, minus the briefing. This time when I walked in the door Loki was sitting at the table right in front of the door. His hands were folded on top of the table. He wore a white t-shirt with sleek black jeans, I looked at him for a short moment before I walked up and sat down. I adjusted my glasses on my nose and tightened my sleek black ponytail.

"Well?" I asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I'd like to talk about your parents."

I was stunned.

"W-wait how do you know about that?"

He smiled.

"I killed them myself. Do you think I lounged around Stark's tower the whole invasion? No, I was out in the fray and I killed them." His face twisted with an evil grin. "I remember them screaming as they died. They called for you. Yelling 'Crissy, Crissy are you there?' I killed them. So, Miss Evans do you really want to work with the god who killed both of your parents ? Because if I were I certainly would not."

I stood up, slamming both of my hands on the table.

"Let me get one thing clear." I snarled. "You are evil. That's what I believe and you obviously believe it too. My goal is not to make you good, my goal is to make you understand that what you did was wrong. To make you understand how you utterly destroyed lives. You do not understand what you have done to so many people."

"You speak of how I do not understand the losses of your people. I understand more than you would like to believe. I found out who I was in the midst of a battle I opposed. In one brief moment I realized all I had known was false. My identity was the opposite I believed it to be. So, as you talk of the struggles of the people I hurt. Remember you are speaking to one who knows trouble just as well."

I was silent for a minute while we held eye contact. I eased myself back into my chair, being careful not to break the string which seemed to be running between us. His eyes were green, charged green, you could almost see sparks flashing through them.

"We may have a bit more in common than I would like to admit." I sighed. "I do understand you have been through a lot."

"No" he replied. "You have no idea what I have been through and you should not try to believe that you do. You are only lying to yourself, just as you have been through the past three years."

"Wait… what do you mean?"

"You have always thought that it was me you blamed your parents death on. You have always blamed yourself. If you had not gone to college so young they wouldn't have gone looking for you would they?"

"Stop, please, stop. You are wrong, so wrong…" I trailed off, my thoughts taking over.

He did kill my parents. He admitted that. Why would he try to twist my thinking? He is the trickster god. It seems different though.. like he doesn't want me to like him.

"Is that what you're doing then?" I laughed. "You're trying to get rid of me. Quite obviously you don't want me here so you're trying to scare me away. Well, it won't work because I will succeed."

"Humans amuse me. You're always so foolishly confident. You seem to think I am a beast to be tamed, something free willed to be turned docile. Humans feel the need to convert everything to their ideals. You are just the same."

"Well, Loki, what if I were to tell you that you are just like your brother?" I saw him bristle slightly. "What if I said you were so similar, your hunger for power, your longing for battle? You and Thor share many traits but, does that make you the same as him?"

He looked down at the table, as if contemplating his answer.

"My brother and I are not the same. But, I still believe assimilating others is at the core of human instincts. I do not believe you are an exception to that."

That was a small step at least.

"So, all humans are the same? What about Tony Stark, or Natasha Ramanoff, they certainly did not wish to assimilate you. They simply wanted to keep you and those other aliens from same to our culture. Your goal was to turn us all into slaves, was it not?"

He laughed.

"Our goal was much more than you would be able to wrap your mortal brain around."

"Try me." I countered.

"Imagine what happened to Agent Barton, but on a mass scale. Imagine humans being slaughtered like cattle. The only survivors we would allow would be those who were extremely brilliant, strong or beautiful. All others would have served as, shall we say, entertainment."

"What purpose would the ones you kept serve?"

"Whatever purpose we would so choose. Most likely they would have served as soldiers in future conquests to other worlds."

"Why would you need other worlds if you already have ours?"

"And there you are. You amusing humans with your assumptions about knowing everything. You think you are the most evolved society and I think you are just so funny."

"Most humans understand that we don't know everything. That's why S.H.I.E.L.D. exists, to help us understand what we do not."

"And how did your S.H.I.E.L.D. react to a portal they could not close? They shot missiles which would have destroyed a whole city, along with millions of civilians and the world's greatest heroes."

"That was not entirely S.H.I.E.L.D.'s decision."

"Ah, yes, your precious council. Whose reaction to anything new is to destroy it."

"The problem is not us choosing to throw bombs at things, the problem is the way the new things are presented. When someone storms in announcing that they are going to take over our world, we will most definitely react with force. If some aliens came in announcing an intention to create a peace treaty we would not react nearly as violently."

"Why do you feel the need to justify humanity to me? It is as if you are afraid I will judge you harshly."

"I honestly don't care what you think of me. I feel the need to justify our actions to you because otherwise I believe you would not understand. To me you do not have any humanity, or heart."

He looked at me, his eyes were brimming with sadness. The rest of his face was stone, cold and blank. I stood up.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to end today's session."

He nodded and leaned back in his chair. I couldn't tell if he was hurt or if he was simply mentally exhausted. As I walked past him, towards the door he lifted his hand quickly and grabbed my arm. I cringed away from his touch. He saw my reaction and dropped his hand. I lifted my arm. The skin where he had grabbed me was red, as if it had been exposed to cold. I quickly moved away and swiped my card in the slot.

"Miss Evans?" He whispered.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Do you truly believe what you said? Do you truly believe I have... no humanity?"

"Honestly?" I said, "I'm not sure what to think yet."