Thank you all so much for reading my newest story! I was really excited to begin writing this because I love the Thor series and of course because I adore Loki! Feel free to leave me some feedback, I want to know what you all think! Hopefully I will have the newest chapter up soon!

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The museum in Stuttgart, Germany was freezing, even when teeming with the elite ladies and gentlemen of the country, all coming together for the exclusive gala. Someone would think with all of these people - constantly running their mouths about all of their own accomplishments and inflating their own egos - the hot air spewing from their mouths would have increased the temperature of the room by at least a few degrees. V moved throughout the crowd, attempting to keep a leisured pace even with the large amount of adrenaline that was coursing through her veins, on top of the shivers that ran down her spine from the cold air. Why couldn't this job have been somewhere warmer? Like South Africa or Brazil?

Picking up a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, she sipped on the crisp, lightly flavored drink. Maybe after a few more drinks the cold wouldn't be so unbearable. She mainly kept to herself as she made a few laps around the room, allowing the small four person orchestra to keep her in time. The lighting of the room was brighter than expected, with the large chandelier that hung from the ceiling, as well as the many standing light fixtures that were placed at equal intervals in the front and back of the room. The nude-colored, marble floors sounded with each step she took, no matter how hard she tried to keep it from doing so, and in the center of the room was a large marble piece of two bulls connected to a solid piece of marble in the middle, reminding her of a sacrificial table.

Keep quiet, go unnoticed, and get out before anyone knows what is happening she chanted to herself. That was the plan. That was always the plan.

She switched out her empty flute glass for a full one when a female waitress passing her in the crowd, taking in a deep breath and letting out a sigh before draining the glass with one swallow. The jobs never seemed to get easier over time, always weighing heavy on her nerves which were already strung as thin as a tight rope, but she continued to do them. She had to. Closing her eyes for one, brief moment was all V needed to regain her resolve in what she was doing, to steel her nerves, preparing herself for what she was about to accomplish. And she would do it right under their noses.

While the security guards were distracted by one of the wealthy men becoming belligerently drunk amongst the mass of people, V seized the opportunity to make her way passed where they were posted and up the marble staircase and onward into one of the many hallways that were off limits, even to the silver-spoon privileged that filled the party. Once she was sure she was completely alone in the hallway, she pressed her fingertip to the large stone that adorned her throat, "Melissa, Adam. Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, honey bunny," Melissa's voice rang into her ear from the piece that looked like an ornate, silver ear cuff clutching onto her right ear. V attempted to adjust the black gown she had worn tonight, but Melissa had synched the corset back so tight she could barely move it an inch. The dress, although incredibly beautiful, was extremely painful to breathe in.

"Crystal clear over here," Adam responded moments later, allowing V a small sliver of relief to run through her, knowing that she had both of them with her.

"We've got about five minutes until the speech starts. Use that as a distraction, grab what we came for, and then we get the hell out of here and back home. Got it?" She whispered to seemingly no one. Hopefully she would not be stumbled upon in a restricted area, let alone caught whispering to herself. They'd probably think she was insane as well as a trespasser.

"You got it. At least you get to wear a pretty gown and you're not freezing your ass off," Melissa chuckled, which brought a smirk to V's lips. Inhaling a short breath and preparing to head back to the party, she turned and found herself pressed up against the body of another person. She released a gasp from her throat, bracing her hands on the person's chest and looking up to meet their face.

He was mesmerizing.

The first things she noticed were his hypnotic green eyes that held such intensity within them. They stood out against his strong brows and sculpted cheekbones, his skin flawless as the marble stone beneath their feet. His hair was the color of ink, slicked back and the ends touched the shoulders of his dark suit. Underneath the dark jacket of his suit, he wore a white shirt with a black tie, a black vest, and an emerald green and gold embroidered scarf that was now pressed in between his chest and her hands. He had to be taller than six feet tall because V had to crane her neck to get a view of his face, even in her four inch heels.

Remembering herself, she shook her head and took a step back from the stranger before her. "I'm sorry. I did not expect to see anyone in the hallways, let alone run into anyone," she said, looking over the man once more, admiring his stature. The ends of his jacket stopped around his knees, accentuating his height and impeccably straight posture. An elaborately designed walking staff was gripped in the long fingers of his right hand, the blue jewel and overlapping gold plating gleamed, even in the dimmer lighting of the hallways.

When the man said nothing to her, V pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for an awkward nibble, beginning to worry if she had somehow ruined the plan. Had this man heard her talking to "herself"? As she continued to feel the man's eye wandering over her body, V looked up at him with a small smile, "I should probably return to the party. Maybe you should too. We don't want to miss all of the…stimulation going on down there." She gave him a small laugh at her own joke before picking up the skirts of her gown and heading back in the direction of the stairs. As soon as V was sure she had put enough distance between herself and the man, she paused to lean her back against the cool surface of a column that overlooked the party in the level below.

Noting the guards having returned to their posts, she cursed to herself. She'd taken too long. She shouldn't have become so swept up in the green-eyed man. Now she would need an extraordinary story as to why she had been in the restricted areas. She rested her head back against the column, trying to take a moment to come up with an extra convincing story that would get her passed the guards once more. She could say she was looking for the ladies' room, but they wouldn't believe that, since there was a designated one on the first floor. She could pretend she was drunk and she just drunkenly found her way up almost two flights of stairs without making any noise, but that would go over as well as the first story would. Maybe she could bribe them? She had about 438 Euros on her right now, stashed away in her bra for emergencies only and not getting caught was definitely considered an emergency.

As she continued to think and rethink her plan for reentering the party below her, she caught movement in the corner of her eye, turning her head to see the stranger from before heading towards the grand staircase that led down into the party. Was he crazy? The security guards would definitely give him hell for being in the restricted sections and they might even do a security sweep which would cause them to find her as well. She watched as the man continued to stride towards the staircase, his back straight and his strides were confident. His entire demeanor was drenched in confidence. This man was the kind of man who knew what he wanted, went for it with everything he had, and most likely ended up getting what he wanted.

V watched as the two burly guards stepped away from the entrance of the staircase and headed towards the man. "Shit," she muttered to herself, before running her hands through her hair and mussing it up. She pulled a bit of her lacey bra from underneath her dress and followed right behind the man, who had already been stopped by the guards. She barely paid attention to the two burly men who had been guarding the staircase, sidling up to the stranger and curling her arm into his and pressing her chest into his body. "I cannot believe you just left me all by my lonesome. I know you wanted to return to the party separately, but I had hoped you would at least walk with me to the staircase," she purred with a sad, wilting voice she had pulled out of her ass. Who knew she could play the clingy, desperate type so well? As the man looked down at her, she saw his eyes widening at her lies, but she merely smiled up at him. She silently begged him with her eyes not to blow her lies and if he didn't get the memo, he didn't say anything otherwise.

Turning her head away from the man, she finally pretended to recognize the guards and gave them a demure smile, "I'm so sorry gentlemen. Please forgive us for being in the restricted area, but it couldn't be help, we were so hoping that we could have a moment alone so he could… take care of me." She switched into German with ease, speaking fluently to help them with making their case, since people generally tended to be more lenient with citizens from their own country. "But if you could be discreet, we would greatly appreciate it. My love is not as much of a… voyeur as I am," V blushed slightly, looking away from the straight on stares the guards were giving her. When they finally understood her fabricated point, one coughed while the other looked away in an attempt to hide his own reddening face, trying to ignore the rising awkwardness of her bold confession.

"Just get back to the party, you two," one of the guards said gruffly before he stepped back to let them pass. V looked up at her stranger with another faked smile, tugging him passed the guards and heading towards the staircase once more. As soon as they were out of the sight of the guards, V pulled away from the man and gave him a genuine smile, "That was a close one, wasn't it?" She moved down the staircase at a quicker pace than him, wanting to get back to her original purpose, "Next time, we should be more careful when we sneak into restricted sections, shouldn't we? Enjoy the rest of the party, lover." She laughed at her own joke, descending down the rest of the staircase before disappearing into the crowd of the party.

Thanks again for reading, my dearests! Just so you know, 438 Euros is about 600 American dollars, that way, you don't have use an online converter (if you haven't already). Leaving feedback will help me post more chapters!