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They were silent, watching the exchange between the pair confined in the fortified glass cell, micro-chips within the glass prison and cameras on the perimeter giving them a clear idea of what was said and done.

"Say what you want, but the day will dawn when you come to me, begging to be released from the hell you once thought to be heaven."

Even from the speakers there was no mistaking the dark savagery woven into his tone. Loki was not lying, not on that count.

Steve's eyes followed Evangeline's movement on the screen as she stood up and walked to the farthest part of the cell away from Loki before sitting down the floor, making sure to have her back against the wall.

He turned on Nick Fury, denim-blue eyes blazing with more conviction than he previously had. "Do you see now? You guys saw the exchange. She can't possibly be working for Loki!"

Thor nodded, coming to stand beside the living legend, his arms crossed over his chest. "I am inclined to agree with you."

Tony rubbed his palms against his face, giving a martyred sigh. "What, so we are all going to believe them just because they can put on a good show? I don't know about you, but I'm not that naïve to be taken in by this."

"There isn't enough evidence to place her in a position of trust yet." Natasha said after some deliberation.

"Now that's what I am talking about." Tony clapped, a smile breaking on his face. "Looking past the superficial surface. Oh wait, you need a dictionary to look up that word, Captain? Maybe they didn't have it back in your era."

A scathing glare directed at Tony was the only indication that Steve heard those words. "But the emotions on her face were genuine! We all saw how she looked when he sat beside her. That kind of terror just simply can't be-"

"Captain." Nick Fury's word cut-off Steve's heated tirade. "We have to base our decision on something more than our emotions and guesses. The fate of the world lies on Every.-" Nick insinuated each word clearly, ignoring the way Steve gritted his teeth. "- Single. Decision. we make. I will not allow her release without concrete evidence. Meaning that, it would take more than 'the genuine terror on her face' to get her out of that cell."

Steve did not reply to the barbed words thrown his way, and simply stalked out of the room.

Tony looked at his retreating figure and shrugged. "Well, I guess this meeting is dismissed."

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Evangeline sat with her head down, hands hugging her knees She had not moved from her position, and neither had her cellmate. Which would really have been fine if her mind had not been supplying her with various images of him lunging at her with rather deadly -albeit a little creative- weapons the moment she fell asleep.

Her eyes sidled back to Loki where he was sitting on the white ledge with his eyes closed.

He looked so serene, with the mar of his vicious streak absent from his face, his pale beauty comparable, or maybe even -if she dared think it- above that of the gods. The image of him sitting there, it wasn't hard for her to imagine a king sitting on his throne, ruling over his subjects with his scepter in hand. But it was all an illusion hiding his true, cruel nature.

If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that he was resting. But Evangeline knew, that behind the long velvet eyelashes and closed eyelids, his mind was active, the gears working endlessly. Probably planning another scheme or something, she thought bitterly, since ruining her life didn't seem to be enough, oh no, not for him.

Footsteps sounded, and her eyes lit up expectantly -hopefully- as a couple of armed soldiers approached.

Maybe...perhaps...

A tray laden with some simple dishes and a plate of rice was pushed in before the glass panel slid shut again, the hiss of the locks moving in place lowly echoing within the cell, and her heart.

"Trust..." She looked up, finding lazy amusement in the green, green eyes across her, the gaze so piercing she could have been flayed alive and she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "...is so terribly hard to earn back once you lose it, don't you think?"

"I doubt you even know the meaning of the word." Her reply was harsh and cold, designed to cut, but she could not help the quickening of her heart as she prepared for another round of worded swordplay with him.

She knew, that she had a strange and very, very, unhealthy attraction towards Loki. Yet, she could still feel the anticipation build within her.

"You think so lowly of me, I'm hurt, truly."

She rolled her eyes and ignored his mock sadness, simply standing and taking the tray of food. This is probably dinner...meaning that it was about evening now. She looked to the shuttered panels of the window panes of the helicarrier.

How long would she be held captive here?

"You know, it is useless for you to-"

"Good god, can't you just- I don't know, shut up or something? Every time you open your mouth, it's 'you aren't going to get out of here' or 'whatever you do is useless'. Look, I know. I KNOW. So shut it, alright?"

Maybe it was her tone of frustration or the stress that she was obviously under, but he looked taken aback, surprise lighting his eyes, for a moment before, with an amused smile gracing his pale lips, he leaned back on the ledge and close his eyes again.

Muttering under her breath about gods who really should have better past-times like flirting with mystical nymphs in legends or something, Evangeline settled down and was about to take a bite of dinner until something struck her.

There was only one serving of dinner.

And there are two people in the cell...

She let out a martyred sigh.

"Hey...you want to have a go at dinner first or is it alright if I pass it to you after I'm done?"

Silence.

Maybe she should do something to get his attention. Like throwing a fork. She'd definitely get his attention with that and if it stabs him somewhere, all the better. Or maybe she could fling some peas at him. It's not like she was going to eat all of them anyway. And come to think of it, they might just complement his eyes.

And, she mentally chided herself, she was just procrastinating. Just ask him and get it done with.

"Can you at least reply?"

Silence, still. And Evangeline was almost convinced that if she strained her ears, she could have heard crickets chirping.

"Alright. Fine. I shouldn't have told you to shut up. Hey, I'm sorry, okay? Now, just answer the bloody question will you?"

He sat up, and was seemingly more interested in his hands than her. "I do remember that I have a name, and it definitely isn't 'hey'," he told his nails.

She mentally groaned. Whatever she had done in her past-life to deserve this, it must have been pretty bad.

"...Loki, your royal highness, king almighty, and whatever fancy title you'd like to have, would you be so kind as to tell me if you prefer to partake in your dinner first, or will it be alright if this lowly one indulge herself before you?" Her words were soaked in sarcasm, and her expression was flat, but that did not deter a small chuckle from him.

"You really are interesting aren't you?" Humor glinted off those emerald chips of irises, but she couldn't be less interested -or so she told herself.

"I am still awaiting you most desired answer, my lord," she said, tone bored and uninterested.

He did not reply but simply stood up from where he was sitting on the ledge, and approached her.

Now, that got her attention.

"Wait, what are you- let go!" Evangeline struggled, but she could only go with the flow as he picked up and balanced the tray on one hand while he pulled her towards the ledge with his other.

Forcing her to sit, he sat beside her before passing the tray back.

"It would reflect badly on me if I were to let you eat while sitting on the floor. Afterall, what gentleman would allow a lady to inconvenience herself as such? My mother taught me-"

There was a sudden pause as he froze, eyes clouding over, a shade of dusty jade steadily turning black from the darkness that swirled within, veiling his emotions from anyone and everyone.

A look so full of turbulent emotions, so...lost, she felt something twist within her.

"...Loki?" She asked softly, unsure of what to do.

The smile was instantly back on his face as he took up the fork and speared a piece of fish. "I am from a different realm, and require less sustenance then you humans do, so this meal is unnecessary for me. But-" He handed the handle of the fork to her. "-if you feed me, perhaps I may be willing to partake in this..." He looked doubtfully at the tray, casting a vague wave over the food. "...this pathetic excuse of a meal."

Her eyes narrowed on him, the previous happening forgotten.

Mischief. It practically shone in his sea-green eyes, so obvious that he could have tattooed the word on his forehead and it'd all be the same. This god was playing around with her.

She reached out and took the fork away from him, and their fingers brushed.

Something flared from the place he touched her, sending electric tingles down her spine. She wasn't so much worried about what-the-heck it was. Not when there was a more pressing matter of why it actually felt good.

Evangeline wasn't able to suppress the involuntary jerk at their contact, and the small, growing smirk on Loki's face told her that he did not miss it.

"My, I have never taken you for a prude, Agent Smith."

Her face flamed. Damn, she totally should have thrown the fork at him.

"My way of conduct does not concern you. Think what you will."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to tell me that you are actually more promiscuous in your behavior and, especially, sexual conduct?"

Something blazed in his emerald orbs, something so close to anger. But Evangeline was too busy trying to stop choking to notice it.

She spluttered, having accidentally swallowed a whole piece of meat when she heard him. He passed her a glass of water from the tray and she gulped the water down. "Hell no! Of course not!"

The green blaze within subsided, replace with one of mild appreciation, and he allowed a small smile. "That's pleasing to hear."

When she finished -and right after she managed to slip the fork into her boots- he rose and, before she could protest, took the tray from her and proceed to place it beside the door.

She watched, enthralled, as he walked to the edge of the glass cell. He was a being of such blinding splendor that simply seeing him move made her heart squeeze. It didn't matter that she knew it was a show, an illusion, that he was as deadly as the knives she usually carry strapped to her thighs. No one, not even she could deny that Loki was a man made to be admired. To be worshiped.

The utterly wrong thought snapped her out of her dazed state. Standing up, she stared hard at his back. Had he been messing with her head? At that moment he turned, and she met that strikingly green eyes of his. For a split second, it was as if he was answering her question. Then he bent down and placed the tray, before returning to sit beside her.

She stared at the position he vacated, frowning. Such a feeling...she did not experience it when she met Thor, another one who is supposedly a god. Sure, he was handsome and beautiful in his own right, but then she never felt the need to fall on her knees and maybe kiss his toes. She had been able to think straight.

Which meant that the arrogant green-eyed bastard had been fucking with her mind. He wanted her to worship him? They'd see about that.

She sat down again, already planning out her wave of angry words to be unleashed on him, but the moment see saw his form, sitting beside her, head tipped back, eyes closed, her thoughts derailed again. His lips, so seductive, the lush midnight lashes framing his emerald eyes so-

She stood up, turning on him, rage blazing in her eyes. "Get. Out. Of. My. Head!"

Loki did not move, narrowed eyes focused on something else instead. "Do you intend to use that?" His tone was ice-cold and frigid.

A sharp pain at her palm made her look, and she saw that she was clenching the fork in a tight grip. Blood formed on her palm, a deep crimson, and she realized that it was her own, having drawn the fork from her boots the wrong way up. She'd never made such a mistake before.

He was forcing her to do it, just to show that she have no power to fight him. In retaliation, she tightened the grip herself. "You play word games with me, fine. But I won't be manipulated."

He looked at her, before a smirk graced his lips. "And that's what makes you all the more intriguing."

A pointed glance at her hand and a wave of his, had her hand in a violent spasm, forcing her to release the fork.

He grabbed her lightly bleeding hand, "what the hell, let go-" and blew on it.

His breath was ice, but the shiver seemed to be caused by another reason entirely.

It took her some time to collect herself, and when she did, her hand no longer hurt. She looked at it in amazement, the small pinpricks of red gone, her skin unmarred. "How...?"

He smirked, "I am a sorcerer and while there is little healing involved, I can handle something this mediocre yet."

His hand was still on hers, and his thumb was now stroking the back of her palm.

Sorcerer? Oh, yes, Thor mentioned something like that...

But she couldn't be too sure, not when the cool touch of his fingers was skimming along her arm and -since when was his other hand on her- rubbing soothing circles on her back, drawing her closer to him. Mmm...

"Tell me more about that, what do you do as a sorcerer?" The hand on her arm was now tracing over the line of her neck, giving excruciating, unwanted pleasure. It left her embarrassingly damp in places, but she refused to pull away, refused to give in.

"Nothing you really need to know..." The whisper had her thinking of a night filled with dark passion, and she had to shake herself mentally to erase any visual images conjured.

With effort, she raised her hands and pushed his off, knowing that her success was only because of him indulging her, and that chafed. "Finish playing your sex-games?" She asked point-blank.

He looked stunned for the merest of a second, before a dark shadow of a smile formed, those changeable eyes sliding from emerald to a vivid green. Electric. Alive. "I wasn't doing anything to your mind, Evangeline. Not this time."

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