I forget everything Loki just told me, skipping happily into the room.

Asgardians seem to love clearing pathways for people. This is a particularly long pathway, leading up to a silvery throne with a man sitting on it. He wears a gold eye patch, wearing (you guessed it) golden armour. The white beard makes him look really old.

I flap my arms as fast as I can, jumping into the air, trying to fly like I used to. But I fall flat on my face, a loud *BANG* echoing through the room. Loki hurriedly helps me stand up. "You can't fly, you fool," he whispers softly, like telling me I'll never walk again.

Once I recover from my fall, I leap out in front of Loki, continuing my cheerful skip. The room seems to be silent, except for me humming some sort of happy tune. Loki follows after me, his head lowered slightly under all the gazes and shocked faces. But I don't get it. Why would they be shocked?

I skip up to the man sitting regally on the throne, jumping into an abrupt stop. Loki walks up beside me. "Hiya!" I wave, giving the throne guy my happiest grin, "I'm Rosie. Are you Santa?"

"What?" The man asks, as if he's saying, 'Are you talking to me?'

"'Cuz you look like Santa," I nod to myself. Loki face palms behind me.

"Hello, Allfather," Loki decides to take over the conversation, though I thought it was going great. "I have been cordially ordered to attend, and I am here." He gestures his palms out, "Now are you proud of me?"

"Loki," this Allfather guy says almost softly, "It has been a long time since we last crossed paths-" Loki looks slightly agitated at this, but doesn't say anything- "Have you changed at all from when we last spoke?"

I raise my hand, "I think so! I mean... I wouldn't know, but when I met-"

"SILENCE." The Allfather orders sternly, the not-loud-enough-to-be-a shout echoing through the room. I plop my mouth closed, looking a little hurt and feeling it, too. "I was asking Loki," his voice is dangerously calm.

He's really putting Loki on the spot here. My gaze lands on Loki, who seems warily calm as well. He breaks into a malicious smile, followed with a chuckle. Then he takes a breath and speaks.
"We will just have to wait and see."

"I see," the Allfather states.
'No, you don't,' I think, 'Not with two eyes, at least.'
"Proceed."

Just like that, the tense mood seems to melt away, the guests beginning to continue their conversations from earlier. Everyone seems like they've been holding a breath, like they've just released one. A few people stay where they are to stare at me and Loki. I look around cautiously, then up to the guy on the throne, who stands up and starts taking defined steps towards us. Every inch he gets closer to us, the more and I more I feel unstable. Maybe it's the eye, and the fact that he's only got one of them. Or maybe it's the cape, and the fact that he looks giant to me.

"And who is this?" His voice seems louder over everyone else's, "Your 'fearsome warrior, who tamed the God of Lies'?"

"I can't tell if you're mocking me or not," I say coolly. Much smoother than I expected.

"Uh... no, Odin," Loki steps closer to me, linking arms, "But she is my jail keeper. She keeps me in line, stops me from doing..." He looks to me, running his tongue over his front teeth, "Bad things."

I look to Loki, trying not to look uncomfortable. I mean, now really isn't the time to be flirtatious, Rosie. Especially in front of an old man. Besides, you're representing all of Equestria. Make them proud.
"That's right," I puff out my chest, despite the fact that I'm a bit taller than this Odin guy. I have this nagging feeling to impress him or die trying. "And I am sworn to protect any and all the citizens of Asgard."
Okay, not true. At least not the ones that threw a rock at me.

"Not what anyone here was expecting," Odin looks me up and down, before turning to go sit back on his throne, "I just hope she can actually control you."

But it wasn't about control. It was never about control. Why would I want to control someone? To control Loki? Where's the fun in that?

"Um... yeah. Sit, stay, rollover, play dead," I wag a finger jokingly at Loki. He blinks. "Heh," I try to cover up my shitty joke.

"Please, by all means," Odin lifts his fingers as he rests his arms on the armrests of the throne, "Eat, drink. Enjoy the ball. And if she doesn't have a hold of you," he looks directly at Loki, who raises his chin, "Asgard soon will."

Loki gives a sarcastic nod of mock acknowledgement, turning around with me. We step slowly through the crowd. "What the hell was that about?" I murmur to him, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor to try and look inconspicuous.

"He never approves of anything I do," Loki murmurs back to me, glancing around, also looking inconspicuous. "I wouldn't worry about him, Rose."

"Kinda hard not to, Loke," I say back, before I realise we're heading towards a table with snacks on it in the corner of the very large, very open room.

"Well, that was a..." Loki reaches the table and starts to get two glasses, pouring some sort of apple juice looking liquid into each, "Lovely welcome from the king of Asgard."

I tense up. "Shit, that was the king?" I hiss, eyes wide in alarm. I mentally slap myself. How could I have not noticed!? It was the beard, wasn't it?
"Oh, no..." I cringe, accepting the glass from Loki.

"Eheh," Loki eheh's, "They say first impressions are everything."

"I'm guessing there was a lot of hype about me, too, huh?" I swirl the liquid in the glass, staring at it. "The brave conqueror who vanquished the Lokibeast," I take a sip of the water, my face screwing up in shock and disgust.

"Not very fond of white wine?" Loki laughs at my reaction, "It's the most basic of Asgardian drinks."

"It tastes like a permanent marker," I scrunch my eyes, but take another sip anyway. I don't want to be rude. "Do you want to mingle?" I ask, looking around at the fabulous abundance of guests, my back turned to the huge glass window overlooking the city lights glistening in the darkness of night.

"Min-gle?" Loki furrows his brow, "Darling, I told you not to use Midgardian terms at an Asgardian party."

"Boo," I boo, "I meant talk to other people."

"Er- I'm good, thanks."

"What about meeee?" I pout, pulling a puppy dog face. He sighs in defeat.

"Alright."

"Yay!"

"But no more skipping," Loki lifts a finger from his glass to point at me, "It's a wonder how you learned to do that in the first place. I mean, you could barely walk a few hours ago."

"I know how to take risks," I shrug, walking through the Asgardian guests with Loki right behind me. I stop in my tracks when I see a familiar face.

"Thor!" Loki says in surprise as the God of Thunder himself walks up to us.

"Loki! Brother!" Thor smiles, "And his brave and fearless guard," he says jokingly at me, broadening his shoulders. In all seriousness, he leans over to Loki and says in a low key tone, "You're not courting, are you?"

Loki opens his mouth to reply with something defensive, but I intercept, "Well, I am the only girl who would be his date."

"What- why are you going along with this?" Loki furrows his brow at me. I smirk at him, which he shakes his head to and looks up to Thor, "You didn't bring that mortal girl?"

"Jane?" Thor shakes his head, "No, no, she's busy studying the convergence in Midgard, she told me she was on the verge of a evolutionary breakthrough."

"Ah," Loki nods, "Well Rosie here took time from her never ending quest of being Princess Celestia's star pupil for little old me."

Thor narrows his eyes at him. "Yes, but Jane is very clever, she's a level ten scientist."

"Rosie is very clever herself," Loki snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, "She's solved every problem that's been thrown at us since the beginning. Enough, I'd bet, to match a level twelve scientist."

"I've heard talk of Jane winning a... a mortal trophy of excellence-uh- Nobel Prize," Thor adds nonchalantly, lifting a pinkie finger off of his drink.

"Just a mortal reward? Acceptable, of course, for a Midgardian, maybe, but not quite enough praise for someone like Rosie. She's connected to royalty, it's practically in her blood," Loki lifts and eyebrow at him, "Rosie's a fast learner, and she can fly, can Jane fly?"

"I'm gonna go get more of this apple juice," I reply, eyeing my glass, slinking out of Loki's grasp and walking over to the table, trying to avoid the argument as much as possible.

"Yes, but Jane is better," I hear Thor say confidently behind me.

"There are about twenty five reasons why you're wrong, and here they are..." I hear Loki mumble back and giggle to myself.

Silly Loki-poke.

I don't even like this 'white wine' or whatever it's called, but I reluctantly pour more of the liquid from the bottle I saw Loki use earlier. I turn back and head to the conversation between the two brothers.
"... It's so good to finally spend some time with you," Thor smiles. Well, at least they're not arguing bout who's better.

"Oh, please don't go soft here, Thor," Loki shakes his head. I walk up beside him.

"So, how is your arm?" Thor asks, "I take it a healer tended to it?"

"Um..." I look to Loki. What if he's not allowed to use magic? "Yes," I lie, "She came in just as we were about to leave."
Well, not completely a lie.

"I do apologise on behalf of the citizens," Thor says quietly, "They don't always take kindly to change."

"S'okay," I shrug, "I've been thrown off a cliff before, so it could've been worse."

Thor raises his eyebrows at this, but before he says anything, a woman with dark hair in a white dress comes up to us. "Sif," Thor introduces us to her. She smiles warmly at me, thank the gods. Oh, wait...

"Welcome to Asgard," her voice is kind. She slightly bows her head. Her hair is down, with a small braid like half a crown on her head. I smile back as she continues, "There is a lot of talk of you. You're not quite what anyone was expecting."

"All the good people are," Loki comments.

"What, did we expect a submissive, compassionate Loki?" I almost laugh. "That wouldn't be Loki anymore, would it?"
I suppose Thor and Sif thought that was probably a good thing, because they go quiet for a moment.

"And how are you, Loki?" Sif asks, wariness detected in her tone.

"Breathing," Loki says almost casually, "It's been quite a day."

Suddenly, a servant taps a glass with a fork to grab everyone's attention. They stand near the long banquet table on the far side of the room. The guests go quiet, including us.
"Dinner," the servant announces, "Is served."

"Yay, food!" I exclaim, forgetting once again about Loki's rules and skipping in long leaps toward the banquet table. I plonk myself onto the nearest chair, licking my lips at the feast laid out in front of me. Some random guy sits next to me, Sif in the other side.

Odin sits on the far end of the table, his one eye piercing into me, but I try to ignore it.

Loki hesitates, before walking around the table, sitting across from me next to Thor. I give him a nervous look. Not only is the table long, it's very wide. Too far away to talk to him. I exhale nervously, looking around to see people getting food from the feast and putting it on their plates. Okay, I can do this.

"So," Sif decides it's the most convenient time to strike up a conversation, "Where are you from, again?"

"Equestria," I answer, not really recognising much of the food.

I look down to my empty plate, then back up to Loki, giving him a worried look. He rolls his eyes and reaches his hand out, implying I give me plate to him, so I slide it across.

"E-ques-tria?" Sif repeats slowly, "That's not in the nine realms, is it?"

"No," I shrug, "Alternate dimension."

Loki slides the plate back to me. It has mostly lettuce, potatoes, all these other weird vegetables, and some sort of green sauce.
"Do you not eat meat?" Sif asks, glancing at my plate.

"Lol what," I shake my head, "Not when everyone in my world is an anthropomorphic horse."

Sif furrows her brow, "Come again?"

"Never mind," I shrug, looking down again at my food.

Just as I reach down to pick up a potato with my hands, I hear a "Psst!" From Loki.
My eyes flick up to him. He lifts two things in either hand- a knife and a fork. My eyes widen when I remember.

"Oh," I mouth to him, "Thanks."
I pick up one of the many knives and forks on either side of my plate. Now, if I can just remember how it goes...

I stab the fork into a potato, lowering my head like I'm conducting a science experiment. So far so good.
Gently, I move knife back and forth near the fork, thinking back to earlier today when I used a pen and a pencil. I look up to Loki for reassurance. He gives me an encouraging nod.

Before I notice it, I cut the potato in half, bringing one of the halves up to my mouth with the fork. I put it in my mouth, sliding the fork out and chewing.
I raise my arms into the air in accomplishment, getting some weird looks from other guests, but I don't care.

Don't eat like a three legged goat- check.

And swallow. Yesssss.

After avoiding conversations with Sif, eating all this delicious new food and only burping loudly twice, an orchestra starts to play on the other side of the room. Slow and calming, yet sophisticated song drifts through the air, and many people get up with a partner and saunter over to the dance floor.
Sif goes, too, along with the other guy sitting next to me. Eventually, it's only a few people still sitting at the table, chatting away, while I miserably poke a pea around on my plate. I don't care, though. At least nobody's trying to talk to me. Still, it would be nice to have Zoe with me...

I see a tall figure stand before me out the corner of my eye, but decide to ignore it. It must be one of the guests, talking to someone else. That is until they clear their throat, making me look up at them.

Loki gives a small smile, holding a hand out to me. I didn't even notice if he'd gotten up, yet, but obviously he did.
"May I have this dance?"

I shake my head, "Loki, I-"

"Just one dance?" He says 'dance' with the 'a' sounding like 'ah'.

I shrug my shoulders, turning in my chair to him. "Oh, why the hell not?" I give in, taking his hand and standing up. Loki leads me across the room. He stands right in the middle of the dance floor, where everyone there has an arm around someone's waist or a hand on their shoulder, dancing just the way Loki taught me.
"I'm not good at this," I warn as he slinks a hand on my waist. We get into the dance position.

"No one really is," Loki smirks, "Just do what I do. Remember?"
With that, he steps sideways. I mirror everything he does, though I'm mostly staring at his feet. Just don't fuck up. That's the goal.

We appear to glide around the floor, slinking around, dancing through and avoiding other people. I think Loki's looking down at me, but I have no intention of looking up. I just have to focus on the footing, here.

"What's making that noise?" I ask quietly. I'm talking about the music, obviously. I've never seen those instruments that the orchestra in front of us are playing.

"Mostly violins," Loki explains casually, "The cello, mostly stringed instruments... have you really never seen these before?"

"Seen, yes," I answer wobbly as I almost step on his toe, "Heard the names of? No."

"So," Loki changes the subject after dancing through two couples, "How is Asgard so far?"

"It's cool," I shrug, "Nearly everyone's a jerk."

Loki winks mischievously, "You're great at descriptions."

"Am I?" I ask modestly. We 'eheh' together. "How about you?"

"I haven't been killed, yet," Loki answers, "So that's a good sign. It's still the same as I remembered, but... better."

"Why?" I ask. Loki gives me an unexpected twirl, then leans forward, bending me back as the song starts to end.

"Because you're here," he whispers, locking eyes with me.

"Don't try to use that line on me again, mister," I can't help smiling. Don't kiss me, don't kiss me, don't kiss me.
Loki lifts us up again, glancing around mischievously.
I sigh, "Ugh, I need some air. All this 'acting so regally' is tiring me out."

"Oh, of course," Loki grips my hand lightly, leading me across the room like he always does, heading for the doors.

"So much for royal blood, eh?" I smile up to him.

"Brother," Thor calls from over Sif. Loki pauses. "Leaving so soon?" He steps towards us through the crowd.

"Bifrost-lag," I don't even know if that exists, "I just need a moment."

Thor looks at us, suspicion wavering in his eyes. "Alright," he nods finally.

Loki turns and slips us out the large, golden doors. "Come," he whispers. We walk quietly down the still, dimly lit hallways of the castle. They're almost silent compared to the party.
Loki almost takes me to his bedroom, but does an abrupt turn, down some stairs and through another set of doors. (I swear by Celestia, we may as just rename this place 'Doorville') He stops at a final set of doors, looking into my eyes for a moment. His waver back, stepping forward. Loki puts his hands on the handles, standing in front of me.
"M-my mother used to take me here," he murmurs, before pushing them open to reveal a huge, beautiful garden in the silvery moonlight.

I gasp in amazement at all the extravagant green plants, and flowers with all the colours of the spectrum, some taller than my shoulder. Some plants are so tall, they make a canopy roof over a long, stone pathway, the moonlight shining through, fireflies illuminating the way.
I don't even know what most of the names of the plants are, but I don't care.
My footsteps make 'tak' noises as I stumble onto a smooth, stone pathway, my jaw dropped, eyes wide in wonder and awe.
The air feels clean and fresh, and I breathe in the strong scent of leaves and flowers.

"Wow," I breathe out, Loki trailing behind me.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it," my eyes shine. We walk further along the path, through the tree tunnel, the only sounds being the voices of insects calling faintly, and our footsteps.

"I used to go here all the time," Loki's voice is hushed, even though we're the only people here. I feel him slink his fingers through mine, his cool hand against my warm skin. "It's... it's close to mother..."

We come to a grassy clearing. Even the plants have opened up to the starry night sky. The air has a pleasant coolness, a stillness that makes me feel like we're the only two people left on Asgard. In the universe.

Loki turns to me, pulling me towards the small hill and sitting on the soft grass. I sit by his side, staring up at the stars. They feel so close, I rest my head on the ground to get a better view. They're all I see for the next few moments, before Loki comes into view, leaning on his elbow and staring at me.

"Mm?" I wonder if he wants something.

"Rose?" He calls weakly, "Are you... do you..." Loki sighs. I feel his breath on my arm.

"Yeah?" I push for him to elaborate. What the heck is he talking about?

Loki hestites, before his eyes cloud over. "Never mind," his voice is laced with disappointment. He lays his head back on the soft grass.

"Do you trust me?" I ask out of the blue. Loki looks at me. He nods silently. "Like, really trust me?"

"There's no reason why I shouldn't," he shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I've told you my story before," I answer, "But you haven't told me yours."

"There's nothing to tell," he growls in a definite tone.

"Clearly there is," I prop myself up on my elbow, copying and facing him, "Everypony- body, seems to have something to say about you. I trusted you enough to open up and tell you my story. Don't you trust me enough to tell me yours?"

"It's not that simple." I give Loki a look, so he continues, sitting up to face me again, "As in... you won't like my story. If I tell you... I might lose... you might... you'll leave me."

I lean closer, staring into his eyes, "How could you think that? How could you ever think that?" I shake my head in disbelief. I feel horrible when his eyes start to fill with guilt.
"Look, if it's something bad that's happened, it'd be better if I heard it from you, not some gossipy Asgardian bitches."

"I suppose you're right," he says softly. "I wonder if... maybe I could show you instead..."

"How?" I cock my head, confused.

Loki sits up, beckoning for me to do the same. "Take my hands," he instructs, holding his palms up to me. I do so warily.

"Why?" I eye him cautiously.

"Remember, stick by me at all times, or you will get lost."

"Wait, what?"

"Memories," Loki explains, "I want to show you my memories."
So you don't have to tell me.
"Close your eyes," he instructs.

"Huh?"

"Just do it, Rose."
I do.
"Now if I can just..."

~

"...Not a word," a red headed woman mutters into her headset. The floor feels uneasy, unsteady, as though we're in the air.

I glance around. I'm sitting in a small space, in a seat next to Loki, who has his hands cuffed. He remains quiet, focusing on the wall as if it were the most interesting thing, an unreadable look on his face. He's strapped to the seat, but I realise it's probably just a seatbelt. Wait... why a seatbelt?

"Loki-" I start to say, but a faintly familiar voice makes me jump. I jolt my head to my right.

"I don't like it," a man mumbles in a dark blue, spandex uniform. I gasp after taking a moment to register these two people; Steve and Goatee Guy- I mean Tony!

"What," Tony mutters back, "Rock of Ages giving up so easily?"

Loki's eyes waver, about to look at Tony, before he manages to pull himself into line.
"I don't remember it being that easy," Steve mutters, "This guy packs a wallop."
'The Soldier,' something rings in my head when I glance up at him.

"Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow," Tony glances at Steve, "What'cha take, Pilates?"

"What?"

"It's like calisthenics," Tony answers, "You might have missed a couple of things... doing time as a Capsicle."

I furrow my brow. Pilates? Capsicles? What's that?
Probably a Midgardian term.

"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in," Steve says in a harder tone. I almost say something, but realise he's not even talking to me. Have they even taken notice that I'm here? Actually... how'd I get here?

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you," Tony replies coolly as thunder rumbles overhead, making me jump a little.
I look further past the two men to see lighting flash in the sky in a window with clouds moving past it, two people sitting in black chairs behind the window. Are we... in the sky?!
This must be some sort of floating box, but... what about Asgard? Why are we here?

"Where's this coming from?" The lady in one chair looks out the window warily. Maybe she only just realised we're in the sky, too?
More aggressive lighting and thunder starts to crack, before an especially loud one gets Loki leaning forward cautiously, glancing up at the ceiling. A weird thought crosses my mind;

'He's on the roof.'

But who?

Loki tenses up, looking like a lost kitten. I reach out to hold his hand, but he ignores me, his fingers not even moving when I touch them. I furrow my brow, confused.

"What's the matter?" Steve says in a light mock tone. I shoot him a small glare thinking he's probably jeering at Loki ignoring me. "Scared of a little lightning?"

I give him a confused look. "Well we shouldn't be so clo-"

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," Loki replies like a boss. But it just makes me give him another confused look- confused looks all around.

And then the room does an abrupt shake, the turbulence slamming me against the buckle of my seat. I wince in pain, letting out an "Argh!" of shock.
Tony reaches to a shelf, putting a helmet with two slits for eyes on his head, his body protected by a suit of armour. He walks over to some buttons on the wall, pressing one. Suddenly, the wall beside us opens up, wind clawing its' way in. I grip the seat I'm in, staring in horror at the long drop below. No doubt about it. We're in the sky! And without my wings, I'm petrified.

"What're you doing!?" Steve shouts at Tony as he walks up to the open wall. Is he crazy?

With a *thunk*, a bulky person lands in front of us. A worried look spreads itself on Loki's face. He raises an eyebrow.
I realise the unknown person is-
"Thor!" I exclaim with relief as he stomps up to us. My face falls abruptly when Thor only has a hostile look in his blue eyes. He juts out his hammer at Tony, making him fall onto his back, the metal armour clanging against the hard ground.
"Uh-oh," I breathe, slinking my arm through Loki's. Before I can ask, 'What does he want?', Thor's furious gaze lands on Loki and me- I mean, I.

Thor grabs a piece of metal on Loki's armour, the seatbelt straps snapping as Thor pulls his brother up from the seat. With my arm still looped around Loki's, I stumble forward helplessly, slamming my elbows into the unsteady ground. I let out a grunt of pure shock. What is he doing?!

Thor twirls his hammer, then leaps out the levitating box with Loki. And then they're gone. I look desperately back at Tony, who's standing up with a sigh. I pull myself up, too, putting my arms out for balance as the flying box moves unsteadily.
"And now there's that guy," Tony growls.

"Another Asgardian?" The woman- Natasha, if I remember right- hollers over her shoulder.

"That guy's a friendly?" Steve asks hopefully.

I open my mouth to speak,"It's-"

"Doesn't matter," Tony interrupts me, his voice sounding robotic in his suit, "If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."

"Tesseract?" I cock my head.

"Stark," Steve calls after Tony as he starts to walk up to the edge of the flying box. I roll my eyes. Am I being ignored? "We need a plan of attack!"

"I have a plan," Stark says over his shoulder, "Attack."

~

I wake with a gasping start as the world rushes up to me. My hot, sweaty skin feels the cool still air of the quiet night garden. Loki gives me an agitated look.

"You fool, you didn't listen, did you?" He scolds.

"What?" I shake my head to clear it, realising my clammy hands are still in Loki's grasp. I blink a few times, my vision coming into focus, "What happened?"

"I said stick my me in the memory, or you'll get lost," Loki almost shouts.

"Alright, alright," I shuffle back, but he doesn't let go of my hands, "Why is that so important, anyway?"

"It takes more magic to find you and bring you back," he explains, giving me a hard look.

"Bring me back? Where did I go?"

Loki almost rolls his eyes, "You didn't really go anywhere. Memories are a subconscious thing. When I put you in mine, your mind is in the memory, but your body is still here."

"But I thought you couldn't do magic," I say blindly, still recovering from what I had just witnessed. Loki's memory. How did he remember the things that happened when he wasn't there? Maybe I got trapped there, so whatever was there just goes on as it would have.

"The term 'love' is used loosely," Loki sighs, "I can use my powers out of selflessness- as long as it is not used to spite anyone."

"What, like the punch?" I ask.

Loki furrows his brow, something he always does when he's confused. "What?"

"Nothin'..."

"Uh... alright, well... do you want to continue?" He tries to change the subject slightly

I lick my lips, then look to him and give a short nod. "That wasn't so bad," I shrug.

"I was hoping you might think that," Loki sighs, before squeezing my hands tighter. A bright light flashes in my eyes again.

~

Loki slams into the ground just as I appear next to a nearby rock. I feel the weightlessness, the shock of the landing and his pain shooting up my back. Thor lands at Loki's feet, his back turned to me.
It's dark- not dark enough to see, though.

Loki turns his groans of pain into a twisted laugh, but I have to slap my hand onto the warm rock beside me to steady myself. It must've been a hot day for the rock to still feel like this. However hot is was today, the air's almost freezing now, and I envy Loki's sweaty armour.

"Where is the Tesseract?" Thor demands, cutting straight to the chase.

"I missed you, too," Loki cackles.

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?" Thor raises his voice. I step back a little. Okay, so I assume no one can see me. Still, this is weird. I've never really seen Thor angry before. He's always so nice to me.

"You should thank me," Loki smirks, staggering up, "With the Bifrost gone, how much dark energy did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you here, your precious Earth?"

Gone? What happened to the Bifrost?

Thor drops his hammer to the ground with a loud *thunk*, forcing Loki to stand up. "No!" my wobbly voice breaks out, stepping forward to try and stop them, but I know I can do nothing.
Instead, I stagger up from the rock, almost forgetting how to walk.
Thor grips the back of Loki's neck, forcing him to make eye contact.
I gasp, feeling feeling pressure in my neck, too, reeling my head back.

"I thought you dead," he spits.
I gasp. Loki? Dead? Not my Loki...
Though it might explain why he's so pale...

"Did you mourn?" Loki looks down his nose at his brother.

"We all did. Our father-"

"Your father." Loki puts a forefinger up, cutting him off. Thor lets go abruptly, and Loki takes this as an opportunity to walk away. "He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?"
If it came from anyone else, it'd sound malicious. But Loki sounds... almost sad.
And... true parentage? What's he talking about?

He limps past me. I feel almost sad that I can't actually ask questions- if I did, it'd be pointless. I wouldn't get a response, anyway.

"We were raised together," Thor says as though it's a valid argument, "We played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?"

Loki pauses, turning back to Thor from the bottom of the slant of the cliff. "I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I who was and should be king!"

"So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights?" A warning rings in Thor's tone. Loki gives him a look. "No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki."

Loki cackles, sending shivers down my spine. This isn't the Loki I thought I knew...

"And you're doing a marvellous job with that," Loki smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not?"

"You think yourself above them?" Thor asks blankly, staring in disbelief.

"Well, yes."

"Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother," it sounds like Thor's almost begging, "The throne would suit you ill."

Loki growls in frustration, almost punching Thor's chest, stalking up to the cliff top again. I follow cautiously.
"I've seen world's you've never know about!" Loki shouts over his shoulder at Thor, "I have grown, Odinson, in my exile. I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it-"

"Who showed you this power?" Thor points to Loki, stepping up so they're face to face, "Who controls the would be king?"

"I AM A KING!" Loki screams. I step back behind Thor.

Thor grips Loki's arms, "NOT HERE!" Loki shuffles back cautiously. "You give up the Tesseract, you give up this poisonous dream!" Thor shouts. He stops, putting his hand on Loki's shoulder, giving him an intense stare. "You come home," he says softly.

I think it's tears in Loki's eyes- but he won't set them free. His face twists into a smug grin. "I don't have it," he answers simply. Thor steps back with an angry grunt, summoning his hammer. To my surprise, it levitates into his hands and he raises it threateningly.
"You need the cube to bring me home, but I've sent it off, I know not where," Loki says innocently.

"Okaaaay, I have NO idea what you're talking about," I announce to the two oblivious brothers.

Thor points his hammer at Loki. "Listen well, brother," he growls, "I-"

Suddenly, a figure slams into Thor, flying away with him, inches away from my face.

I look to Loki in shock, who gives the thin air a look. He looks unfazed by what just happened.
"I'm listening," he shrugs.

~

I burst out laughing. I think I can hear a small laugh from Loki in front of me, so I open my eyes. He looks at me, as if expecting something. A response, a frown of disapproval, anything.

I lick my lips, recovering from the realistic dream. "That wasn't you," is all I can say.

Loki looks at me incredulously. "Eheh... what?"

"Show me more," I try to sound calm, but it sounds more like a demand than anything. These memories freak me out, yes, but I need to find out what it was that Loki did. And with more of these memories in my head, the more questions they raise.
"No skipping the details. No breaks. No bringing me back here. Show me everything," I say firmly, locking eyes with him in the moonlight.

Loki blinks for a moment,as if making up his mind. Then he shrugs. He squeezes my hands

"Alright."

~

"The humans think us immortal," Loki torments. I'm standing in a room next to him. "Should we test that?" He stalks to a pad with buttons on it. He uncovers a bigger button surrounded by a box of glass, lifting it up.

I look in front of me to see a rather beaten looking Thor standing helplessly in a round, glass cell. Hold on- that's Loki's cell! But we're not in Equestria- this room is different.
So that's where Celestia got the inspiration from.
The glass on the cell seems to have a massive crack in it, too.

Oh, gods. Is he keeping Thor prisoner?

I hear a *WHACK* and a grunt, a guy who I'm assuming was supposed to be guarding Loki falling to the ground unconscious. Standing behind him is a man- a mortal man in a black suit and tie- holding a rather big weapon out, pointing it directly at Loki.

"Move away, please," his wary voice rings out.
Slowly, Loki's hands waver over the button. He steps back, looking afraid and cautious.
"You like this?" The mortal guy quips, "We started working in the prototype after you sent the destroyer-" All I can think is, 'What else have you done, Loki?' "-Even I don't know what it does." He presses a button on it. It starts to glow with an orange light. "Do you want to find out?"

Before I can blink, the man cries out loudly in pain, a blade running smoothly through his ribcage, soaked in blood. I gasp in shock to see Loki behind him, holding that blade of a sceptre.

"NO!" Thor screams, banging his fist on the glass.

The other Loki in front of me by the controls fades away, original Loki sliding his weapon from the man's back. He lands on the ground, heaving with pain, Loki stalking around him toward the pad with control buttons. The room is silent.

I can barely let out a breath as Loki gestures a hand to the blood stained on his gold sceptre. 'Look what I've done,' his face seems to say. His movements feel too defined- obedient, like he knows what he's going to do next.

Thor gives him the death glare, and I back away, too, my muscles tense and ready to run. Or sock him in the jaw. He just murdered an innocent person in cold blood...
I feel my sweating hands shaking, itching to leave this awful place.

Loki turns to the control pad, pressing a button. The ground underneath the cell opens up, the wind whipping at my hair and roaring in my ears. Loki's face twists into a sickly grin. I cringe at the sight.
He hovers his hand over a button. Thor takes a few steps back in the cell. Then I realise what he's going to do.

"NO!" I shout, running forward, wrapping my hands around his arm, yanking at it. Loki remains unfazed. I pull with all my might, trying desperately to stop him from taking another life. But I can't do anything- I don't even exist in this memory.

Loki presses the button, and almost instantly, the cell drops. And just like that, Thor is gone.

~

At first I think I'm back in Asgard, with Loki in front of me. The Loki I know. Not the murderous Loki from that nightmare of a so called 'memory'. I'm waiting for him to laugh, and embrace me in a hug, stroke my hair and say "I was only jesting."

But that moment never comes.

Instead, I'm standing on a balcony, high up in a tower.
The sun blazes down on my skin, instantly making me break into a sweat. The air is so dry, it hurts my nose when I breathe.
Below is a city with lots of weird, unfamiliar buildings. Above me is a blue stream of light poking into the sky.
I recognise it to be a portal, because strange two legged aliens start flying out of it on machines. One races past me with a weapon attached to its' arm. It flies so close past me that it makes my long hair blow back.

I scream. "WHAT THE F-"

"Look at this!" Shouts a familiar voice. I close my mouth, averting my attention from the sky to across from me. Thor and Loki are locked in combat. "Look around you!" It's Thor. I'm almost about to sigh in relief and thank the gods he's alive, but decide against it when he shouts, "You think this madness will end with your rule?"

Loki (in sexy horns, by the way) looks around, as if noticing for the first time what's going on, then stares back at Thor. "It's too late," his voice almost wails in defeat, "It's too late to stop it."

"No," Thor shakes his head, "We can, together."

Loki's face turns into a relived one, almost fooling me into thinking he would help. But then he stabs Thor in the abdomen with a small knife. Thor staggers back onto his hands and knees in pain.
"STOP!" I cry, feeling helpless.

"Sentiment," Loki hisses.

In a rage, Thor swings a punch, but Loki blocks it, so Thor kicks him in the stomach. He falls back into some glass, smashing it. I grunt in pain, doubling over, feeling the kick in my gut. Before Loki has time to recover, Thor lifts him up into the sky, before slamming him down on the ground with an 'oof!'.
I feel the shock jolt through my bones, my hands shaking again.
Pretending to be wounded for only a moment (giving me enough time to recover and run in between the two), Loki rolls off the edge of the balcony.

"NO!" I shout again, leaping after him. I have to keep up with him, and for a second, I forgot I didn't have my wings.

Abruptly, we land on a flying machine that the other aliens from the portal are using. Loki quickly recovers, taking control of the vehicle, while I dangle helplessly from the back. Oh, no, I'm probably flashing my panties to thousands of people below...

I grunt, pulling against the force of the wind and dragging myself up behind Loki. I stagger up, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind for support. I seriously don't want to fall.

I look behind us to see other aliens following. For a second I almost scream, then I realise he's leading them. My skirt flaps in the wind, daring to lift up and reveal where the sun don't shine.

We skim over a road with large carriages turned on their sides, people taking refuge under some of them. The air smells like something's on fire- and it probably is.

The aliens behind us start to blast everything in sight with their weapons. People, Midgardians I'm guessing, cry in horror, scrambling to avoid the dangerous blasts.

I watch in fear over my shoulder at the creatures, exploding the abandoned carriages. I hear someone shriek as one of the large, metal carriages squashes them flat. Fire explosions erupt all around me. Some Midgardians don't even stand a chance at ever escaping their inevitable and abrupt deaths as they're swallowed into the flames.

I can't help but glare at the back of Loki's helmeted head. All I can think now is;

You did this.

~

I feel my feet land on hard, flat ground, fog kicking up around us as we supposedly land. The air just got a whole lot colder.

When the air settles, I take a glance around. A dark, icy place. I can't tell if the rocks around us are stone or ice, but I'd rather concentrate on actually seeing than what I'm seeing.

"We shouldn't be here."

I jump, hearing the unfamiliar voice state.

"Let's move."

Okay, yes, that's Thor.

I feel a presence next to me, so I loop my arm through theirs, following them by touch as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I look up to the person I'm holding on to- thankfully, Loki- and try to recognise the group of people we're walking with.

I recognise Sif trailing a little behind us, and Thor to my left. The other three men I don't know at all. One is big and stocky, with a long, reddish beard, another with dark hair pulled into a ponytail, looking very reserved. I bet he doesn't talk much. And the other, I can't really make out their features, so I don't know.

I look up to see giant, icy stalactites from above. One a long way in front of us gives way and crumbles, making a loud noise as it falls onto the ground. I clutch Loki's arm for warmth, knowing it won't help because he's so cold, but desperate for anything because I'm freezing! I really envy everyone's robes and capes and stuff to keep them warm. I shiver, getting colder by the second. A soft wind picks up, catching white snow in my hair.

No one speaks.

I can hear our footsteps crunching under a soft sheet of snow. We approach what looks to be tall buildings in the rock- a palace, maybe? It looks like a dark, evil version of Asgard.

I follow the group, not really wanting to. I'd rather just wake up in my nice, warm bed instead.

I stumble over some rocks, losing my footing and slamming into the cold, hard ground. The fact that I'm freezing my ass off doesn't help the pain that shoots through my arms and chest. My shaky legs wobble myself up into a crouch. I really need to work on not falling, since it feels like the millionth time today.

I feel somewhat rejected when no one tries to help me up, but this is just a memory. No one can see or hear me.
I stumble up, lightly jogging to catch up with Loki again. I can't feel my fingers now.

It takes a really long time to get to... where're we going again?

These giant buildings are so tall that I feel like an ant by comparison.
"Where are they?" Sif asks warily as we approach the castle.

"Hiding," Thor answers, his voice echoing off the rocks, "As cowards always do."

Wait, who? Who's hiding? Should I be afraid?"

"You've come a long way to die, Asgardians," A voice growls menacingly from above. The voice echoes, sending more chills down my spine. That doesn't help. Don't kill me, I'm not even an Asgardian!

"I am, Thor Odinson," he declares.

"We know who you are," the voice answers coldly. The group looks around warily, the guy with the sweet ass beard clutching his axe, ready for someone or something to jump out at us.

"How did your people get into Asgard?" Thor demands. I notice he has shorter hair, so I guess this must have happened a long time ago.

"The house of Odin," the voice replies, "Is full of traitors." I finally spot the person who's speaking up in the castle. From what I can see, their skin looks blue and hard, their eyes glowing red. That looks like Loki when he's a popsicle. A, um... what's it called... a... a Frost Giant!

"Do not dishonour my father's name with your lies!" Thor shouts. Geez, why's he so touchy?

The frost giant stands up, "Your father is a murderer and a theif!" I bury my head into Loki's shoulder, almost begging him to keep me warm. He swallows. "And why have you come here?" The Frost Giant says in a mock tone, "To make peace? You long for battle. You crave it. You're nothing but a boy, trying to prove himself a man."

Um, hello? We're all here, too, it's not just Thor.

More frost Giants start to emerge from all around us. Uh-oh. We're trapped.

"This boy is growing tired of your mockery," Thor retorts, as if not noticing the scary popsicles. They growl, forming large, sharp icicles on their hands. Those look dangerous...

I let go of Loki as he steps forward behind Thor. I stand with my arms crossed over my chest, shivering violently.
"Thor, stop and think," Loki hisses in his ear, "Look around you, we're outnumbered."

"Know your place, brother," Thor mumbles back. Well, that was rude.

"You know not what your actions would unleash," the head frost giant says, a far away look in his eyes, "I do. Go now. While I still allow it."

Another Frost Giant stalks up to the two, each step louder and more threatening than the last. I want to shuffle back, but my legs are too sore, the joints seized up under the chilly air. I gulp. Loki looks afraid, but Thor looks ticked.

The Frost Giant towers over Thor and Loki. I gasp. It's huge! Almost as tall as two Lokis on the other's shoulders.

"... We will accept your most gracious offer," Loki announces, carefully choosing his words. Thor looks to him in disbelief, then back to the frost giant. He looks like he's about to fight. 'Nooo...' I think.
"Come on, brother," Loki orders, turning around.

Thor hesitates, then turns abruptly, like it'd take all his strength to do so. I shuffle a foot forward, trying to walk up to Loki as he briskly steps past me.

"Run back home, little princess," The Frost Giant mocks.

Everyone stops in their tracks, a sinking feeling of foreboding swelling in my chest.

"Damn," Loki curses.

~

I'm still cold, though the room is warm. It's an uncomfortable contrast. I blink several times, eyes adjusting to the soft lighting. It's a lot less open here- it's nicer, I like it.

I look around. I'm standing in a bronze/gold coloured trophy room, ancient relics on either side of me, sunken into the wall. My eyes trail from the smooth pathway to Loki on the other side of the room, his back turned to me. He stands before a pedestal, seeming hesitant to lift something up. I hear it move as he wraps his hands around it. I step forward to see what it is-

"Stop!"

I twist around abruptly, for a second thinking I've been caught.

Odin. Standing on the steps a few paces away.

"Am I cursed?" Loki asks warily.

"No," Odin answers.

Loki breathes heavily for a second, putting whatever it is he was holding down. "What am I?" His voice is gravelly.

"You're my son."

Slowly, Loki turns around. I put my hand over my mouth. His skin is blue, with textured patterns in it. His red eyes land on the King of Asgard. "What more than that?"
The Frost Giant form fades away. Loki steps forward, "The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?"

I shuffle out of his way, glad that at least I can feel my toes again. I trail behind Loki as he stops to face Odin from the bottom of the stairs.

"No," Odin answers like he's admitting something, "In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring. Abandoned, suffering, left to die... Laufey's son."

I suck in a breath, remembering my own confrontation with Celestia.

"Laufey's son," Loki repeats, looking up at Odin.

"Oh, shit," I gently put my knuckles to my bottom lip.

"Yes," Odin replies, doing a small nod.

Loki looks around, shocked. "Why?" He utters in disbelief, "You were knee-deep in Jotun blood, why would you take me?"

"You were an innocent child-"

"No. You took me for a purpose," Loki presses, "What was it?" Odin doesn't speak, pissing me off, too. "TELL ME!" Loki screams.
I reel back, tears spilling from my eyes. My breathing is ragged, my head feels like it's spinning. No one should ever have to go through this. Especially not Loki. Not my Loki...

"I though we could unite our kingdoms one day," Odin says, "Bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace, through you."

"What?" Loki whispers.

"No, no, no," I whimper, pacing back and forth anxiously. I can't believe this is happening. This shouldn't be happening.

"But those plans no longer matter," Odin finishes.

Loki pants, "So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me."

"Why do you twist my words?" Odin shakes his head.

"You could have told me what I was from the beginning, why didn't you?" Loki demands.

"F-fuck," I wail, stopping in my tracks to stare at him sadly, "Loki, you're not-"

"You're my son," Odin says softly, "I wanted only to protect you from the truth."

"The truth is better than your fucking lies!" I yell, throwing my hands in the air, staring with hatred at the worst person to rule this place.

"What, because I-I'm the monster who parents tell their children about at night?" Loki spits.

Odin looks weary, "No, no-"

"You know, it all makes sense now!" Loki raises his voice.

"Don't say that!" I cry, ignoring Odin who collapses on the stairs.

"Why you favoured Thor all these years!" Loki stalks over his adopted father, "because no matter how much, you claim to LOVE ME, YOU COULD NEVER HAVE A FROST GIANT SITTING ON THE THRONE OF ASGARD!"

"NO!" I scream.

~

I gasp for air, my ears feel like they've popped.

"Rose?" A muffled voice says frantically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" My vision blurs to see Loki looking shocked, my chest heaving. "This is all my fault," he says regretfully, backing away from me on the grass, "I shouldn't have- please forgive me!"

His eyes give me a pleading look. I take a moment to catch my breath, and for the next few heartbeats, that's all anyone can hear.
I must've broken into a sweat or something.

"Loki..." My eyes are wide and cautious.

I'm here. I'm in the courtyard garden, sitting on the soft, green grass. The crickets chirp happily in the distance, and a frog does, too.
I stand up wearily, my legs still shaking. I stare at Loki, who's on his back in front of me, keeping his distance. He licks his lips nervously.

"Rose, I'm sorry-"

I leap at him, wrapping my arms around his torso in a tackle-hug. I bury my head into the clothes of his chest, forcing us into the ground. Loki lets out an 'oomf', but doesn't stop me. Not like the first time, when I met him as a pony in Equestria, where he yelled at me to get off. I breathe in his scent, feel his arms around me, a hand on my lower back, the other gently on the back of my head.

Then I realise I'm crying, so I pull my face away softly, sitting back up as Loki does the same. I wipe my nose, trying to calm myself down. His hand goes from the back of my head, sliding to my jawline, his thumb on my chin.

"Please," I whimper quietly, staring into his ice blue eyes, "No more."

"Okay," Loki nods lightly, "I won't make you do anything."

"Thank you for showing me, though," I ad with a sniffle, "I know what it's like, you know."

Loki looks away, "How could you possibly know?"

"They lied to me, as well," I sigh, "They hid me from what I really was. They took me away from my mom when I was a baby. Put me to live in the shadow of someone who wasn't even my sister. I only found out about the monster inside me a couple weeks ago. It was that day when I accidentally ran into your room when I was trying to get to mine."

"That's why you were..." Loki trails off, "The crisis?"

I nod, sitting up, "Yup."
And then I tell him everything. About the changelings. About Chrysalis. Even about Twilight and Celestia.

"I've been there before," Loki sighs when I finish.

"Yeah," I agree, "And I think it's weird... you know? How I spent so long trying to fight the monster, that I didn't realise... I was the monster."

"You're no monster to me," Loki mumbles. I think he half hoped I didn't hear that. Must have accidentally slipped out.

"You're not one to me, either," I face him, looking him right in the eye to make sure he's listening, "You know that, don't you?"

"I do, now," Loki whispers, though I can hear him clearly because he's so close. "So... any more questions?"

"Yeah, a few," I smirk, before drawing back in all seriousness, "What made you go to Equestria? Why were you sentenced there? What did you do that was so bad?"

"I tried to kill Odin," Loki puts it simply.

"How?"

Now it's his turn to tell me everything. Apparently he tried to take over a Midgardian city called New York, but was stopped by a team called 'The Avengers' (who I've met before). He was taken back to Asgard, put in prison, but then Thor bailed him out. He pretended to be killed in Svartalfeim in front of Thor, overthrew King Odin and caused a big thing called Ragnörak, but was foiled again. Odin was back on the throne, and sentenced Loki to another dimension - Equestria - for the next thousand years.
"... He thought it'd be safer. That we'd all be safe," Loki finishes.

"Woah..." I stare at him in awe, taking all this new information in. Loki closes my dropped jaw. He looks at me, trying to read my face.

"You're not... afraid of me now?" He asks, "You're not angry that I didn't tell you earlier?"

"No, of course not," I shake my head, "That was who you were then, not now. I think it's amazing! You could turn that into a movie! Or two, or three."

"Eheh, yes..." Loki looks around suspiciously, before standing up. I stand, too. "Well, I guess I should have seen the signs," he says, a guilty look on his face, "I was never meant to be king of Asgard. Of anything, for that matter."

"Hey," I put my hand on my hip, "We can make our own Asgard, population: us."

"That goes as far as the distance between us," he goes along with it, placing his hands on my waist, drawing me closer to him, "What a small little kingdom."

I smile, exhaling a breath into a laugh as I stare into Loki's eyes. He smiles back, 'eheehhe'ing. We're just laughing and smiling because the other is, and I like that. My hands rest in his, warm against his cold skin.

"At least you get to be king in the end."

He closes his eyes, a defeated look on his face. "I'm no king," he sighs.

I give him a concerned look, biting my lip and thinking. The idea springs to my mind. "Yes, you are," I chuckle like he was joking. I unravel my fingers from his, slink from his hold, get down on one knee and bow my head, grinning like an idiot. "You're the king of Asgard. Our Asgard. All hail king Loki!" I exclaim, letting out a soft 'haaaaaaa' noise to represent a crowd.

"Eheh," he smiles wider.

I snort, "This's probably really sappy, I apologise."

He kneels down in front of m, shaking his head, "No..."
Loki gives me a playful look, kneeling down with me. He gently grabs my arms, pulling me up to stand with him. He smiles when I give a questioning look.
"Come now, what kind of ruler would I be if I let you do that? A king never makes his queen kneel."

I giggle, blushing and glancing away at the ground. My eyes flick up to him. Loki smiles at me adoration. I take a deep breath. I hold his hands up in front of my chest. I can't believe I'm going to say it. Those three little words that could make or break this relationship.

"Loki, I... I need to say something. Something that's been on my mind for a while now..." I stand on my toes to whisper in his ear.
This is it. I'm saying it. I'm ready. Three words that I've been dying to say, that have been burning to escape my lips when I just realised I wanted to say it.
"Fuck me, you."

A devilish grin creeps across his face. He locks lips with mine for about three seconds, then pulls away, resting his forehead on mine and staring into my eyes. "I love you," he growls seductively, before continuing to kiss me.

When we pull away again, our foreheads together, Loki's breaths getting shallow. I don't notice it, but mine does, too. "I know," I reply. We both go into a small 'ehehehe' fest, before Loki kisses me again.

"Now, where shall we go?" He asks after pulling away slightly.

"Your dad hasn't rented out your room yet, has he?" I joke.

"Eheh... As far as I'm aware, no," Loki steps forward, pressing his chest into mine. Small kingdom indeed.

"Then it's perfect," I bite the air, before he leans down, giving my shoulder little pecks, working his way up my neck my jawline.
All I can breathe in is his scent, that cool, musky scent. "C'mon," I breathe, "Let's go."

We lead each other through the tree tunnel path. Loki opens the door quickly and we both slip through it. He takes me to his room, but why the time we reach the door, we're already locked in violent kissing, but no tongue yet. I want all of him. All of him. Now.

I grunt, putting my hands on his shoulders to haul myself up, wrapping my legs around his hips, my skirt pushing up so my panties press against his crotch.
I push my lips against his, cupping his face with my hands.
Loki opens the door, carrying me in, slamming it closed. The room is dark, silvery moonlight filtering through two windows on either side of the bed.
He presses me against the wall by the door frame, grinding lightly against my underwear. I muffle my moans into Loki's shoulder, trying to keep quiet.

I push back, managing to get my feet on the ground again, taking us away from the wall and to the bed. Loki drops on his back, holding my waist so I fall onto him. We land on the soft sheets. I let out small laughs through each quick kiss we do, grabbing parts of his clothing and yanking it off desperately. His hands slip under my blue shirt, my skin prickling at his cool touch.

I undo buckles roughly while Loki's tongue slides into my mouth. I start throwing pieces of armour and leather on either side of the soft, king sized bed, until I get down to a thin, dark, V-neck shirt. So close to that bare chest.

We roll over, so now I'm the one on the bottom, Loki's hands by either sides of my head, gently holding a fistful of my brown hair with his right hand. I guess there is a version of this where he comes out on top.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He looks down at me for my confirmation.

I nod, swallowing back doubts. I've never gotten this far with someone before. "Let's have some fun," I grin, "But you'll have to show me how." Admittedly, I'm a first-timer.

"Darling," Loki growls seductively, kissing down my collar bone, "It is an honour and a privilege."

I breathe out a smile. I'm ready to do this.
And... It sounds crazy, but... I think I love him.

Right now, I always want it to be us- me and Loki. Loki and me.

Oh, wait, that's not how you say it, is it? Geez, I've been saying it wrong this whole time, haven't I?

Eheh...

I meant...

Loki and I.

-The End-