"What the hell up!" The voice boomed through her room. She jumped with a start nearly falling from the bed she was napping on as a bucket of water was poured on her. Fury stood by her side, staring down at her with an expression most people would cry at. Saying he was pissed was an understatement. His brow creased in the middle of his forehead, only moving to glare at her even more.

"What?!" She gasped. Her red hair had fallen from its bun, now dripping down the rest of her body with the expectant water. Her chest rose and fell so hard at the fright Fury had caused her that it nearly hurt. The bedding under her was soaking wet.

"Loki left the building!" He yelled. His face was the impiety of pissed off making her roll her eyes.

"What do you mean he left the building?!" She asked, still kind of out it, but understanding the words the man was saying.

"Well while you decided to take a little nap, he vanished. We can't find him anywhere." Fury explained. She looked behind him to see the members of the Avengers ready to go find Loki for themselves. She sighed, tired of the who Loki's a bad guy routine. If it hadn't had been for Loki's nightmares, and how he may or may not have tried to bring the world to its knees, he's be just a normal person of the Avengers and they could have lived a normal life.

"Fury I get four mother fucking hours to myself! Yes, I took a nap!" She smiled as she shook her head. "I know where he is! You guys are idiots!"

Within seconds she had Thor upstairs with her, her arm linked with his as he teleported the two of them. Loki had gone nowhere near New York. How he was able to teleport out of the building she didn't know though he had done it a few times before. She was a little curious how they found out this time thought.

"Oh surely I shall worship the god of mischief, in after all his holy place." She spoke, a smile from ear to ear as she saw she was right. A laugh met her ears as her god turned around and faced her a smile ever so present on his own face.

"How did you know?" He spoke. He looked at the ground his hands in the pockets of his black slacks. The black blazer of his suit blended with the black shirt. A green tie standing out with its gold clasp. His hair was a bit shorter now, stopping at the base of his neck instead of his shoulder. A look that drove her crazy.

"You've been distance lately. I know you have a lot on your mind." She nodded back at the golden haired god behind her. He raised his eyebrow towards her but vanished from site none the less. The location they were in, had no name, no technical location since it had long been forgotten. Loki's temple. One of the only temples that had been abandoned.

"They abandoned me in the same way Odin did." There was a sorrow in his voice, one that made her ache to her bones. She knew the pain behind it, it was the same pain that kept him up at night, the pain that caused his mind to be so fragile.

"No, they just stopped worshiping you in temples. After all, look at me. I don't believe in the god's of Christianity or any other religion, but I believe in you. I've seen your magic; I can touch you. I can see you are real. People just worship in different ways now." She walked closer to him, seeing the look upon his face twist with such dis, "Besides Odin was a jackass."

"That he was ástin mir, that he was." A small chuckle left his lips, one she was thankful for.

"I know it doesn't seem helpful but here's the way I look at it. If Odin didn't betray you would you ever have learned who you really are. Would you have brought Thor to earth where he met Jane? Would you have met me?"

"No, no I cannot say I would have." He seemed lost in thought at the words that she spoke. She couldn't read his mind the way he could read hers. She almost enjoyed it. He could read the words she didn't want to say, the thoughts that made him laugh when she wanted to throw things at him.

"Yes, it caused you pain and so much suffering that I wish I could bare most of it for you, but it made you the person you are." She smiled, a devilish plan coming to mind. She walked closer to him, staring into his ocean eyes with a smirk plastered across her lips that needed to feel his. She pushed him, her hand firm on his chest until he stepped back. His hand hit the large ruin of stone statue. The markings had faded in time, but she knew Loki still saw it as the great day it was created. A smirk laid across his lips, showing his white teeth ever so much as a hiss slipped past them. Her lips met his neck, placing the soft kisses he loved where ever she could. His hands twisted in the red locks that contrasted his own raven hair as he held her head against him. Her teeth scrapped the tender flesh of his neck, causing his breath to catch.

"Let me worship you Loki." She whispered against his skin, causing a low chuckle to rise from him. She unbuttoned each button slowly, kissing and sucking at the skin that was revealed each time. His inhale was sharp, letting her know he was watching her. His member strained against the cloth of his slacks. She was thankful he was in a suit instead of his Asgardian wear today. The leather buckles took far too long to undo.

"Kneel." His voice was commanding. She never told him how much it caused her to shiver, the way it made her pool between her legs but he knew. Their "relationship" was fifty-fifty, but Loki knew her need to be dominated, to give all control to him. Instantly she was on her knees in front of him, undoing the buckle of his pants and pulling him free. He moaned, his head falling back against his statue at the feeling of her hand wrapping around his base. She smiled at the sound. She licked her lips, the sight of his engorged member left her wanting. Her lips wrapped tightly around his tip circling her tongue around him, drawing a moan from his slacked lips. His hand tightened in her hair pushing her head forward. Her tongue wrapped tightly around his tip, sucking as hard as she could, making him hiss between his teeth. His hips thrusted forward causing her to deep throat him in a second, making her gag ever so slightly. This tip brushed against the back of her throat pulling a moan from his lips as he pulled his hips back once more. She knew instantly what he wanted, what he needed. She tucked her thumb against the palm of her hand, a weird but useful tip she had learned to suppress her gag reflex. With her other hand she wrapped it tightly around the remainder of his hard cock that she knew was just too much to fit into her mouth.

"May I?" His voice was raspy with want as she nodded, not stopping her tongues motions of circling and collecting the tiny drops of seed he was already starting to spill. She could practically feel his smirk as he thrust his hips forward once more, his hands twisting impossibly hard in her hair to keep her head still, making sure she couldn't back away when he began his assault on her throat. With every thrust her hand met her own lips, insuring that not a single part of him was untouched. Slight drops of saliva and precum slid down her chin as he fucked her mouth with no remorse for how sore her throat would be after. Squeezing her thumb against her palm even more she sucked harder and hard on his tip, hollowing her cheeks to create the vacuum around him that drove him to the point of no return. His moans became louder and louder as his movements became more and more needy.

"Fuck Amelia, fuck, worship me." Incoherent words began spilling from his lips as she began stroking what wouldn't fit between her warm lips, twisting her hand in contrast to what her mouth was doing. She moaned around him, sucking and licking around his member like she was starving for him. His jaw slacked once more with a final thrust he spilled down her throat. A giggle rose as she licked up the remainder of his seed, causing a twitch through his lower body.

"Oh my darling, however initiative to my needs." He smiled down as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand against him.

"Always Loki," She giggled lightly under her breath as she linked her fingers with his. He leaned against her, his head on top of hers. The swelling of her throat brought her to the realization of the trouble both of them were probably going to be in, but for now she put it in the back of her mind. Enjoying the sunset behind the fallen god's statue, he placed his hand over her throat. The warm feeling as he reduced the swelling made me moan, earning a chuckle from him.

"My worshiper," He spoke, resting his head against hers.

"My fallen god." Her reply was just as soft as his. She could feel the smile on his lips.