Flirting With Mischief

Finding himself in the garden out back, Loki takes his anger out on the plants around him. Slowly everything starts to die, the once lush green leaves now a dark and faded black. In the mist of his anger Loki hears the cries of a women. Looking around, Loki sees no one. With a frown on his face, Loki follows the cries, the closer he gets the louder they get, but not by much. Standing behind a shrub, Loki pokes his head around when he hears the woman's cries. What he sees makes his heart ache. There on the cold dirty ground sits Zamera. Her knees are pulled into herself and she hides her face in her arms as she cries on an old and large water fountain.

Loki watches Zamera for a short while before he gathers his wits and steps out from behind the shrub. He steps on a something and it snaps under his weight. Zamera quickly picks her head up and wipes at her eyes, not looking to see who has found her. Sniffling, Zamera looks into the water below her at her reflection. Her eyes are bloodshot and puff, her nose is red and her make-up is trashed.

“I...I'm sorry...” Loki's reflection shows in the water behind Zamera and she closes her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Zamera turns around and her eyes are meant with Loki's, that hold so much regret. “I didn't know it was there...” Loki mutters and Zamera looks down into his hands, only to see that her mask is ruined, split down the middle and shattered in other places. Loki hands the broken mask over to Zamera and she holds it close to her, now on the verge of tears once again. “I can fix it!” Loki exclaims quickly seeing the sadness in Zamera's eyes.

Slowly Loki kneels in front of Zamera and he carefully takes hold of Zamera's hand. Zamera stares at Loki's face as he closes his eyes and mutters a spell under his breath. A blueish green light comes from his hands and Zamera looks down feeling a cool tingling sensation in the palms of her hands. Loki removes his hands from Zamera's and when she opens her hands she smiles. Her mask is fixed, like it was never broken. Zamera looks up at Loki and laughs, her tears thick in her voice, “Thank you,” she whispers and Loki nods his head.

“I-I want to apologize for my unnecessary behavior earlier. I never should ha-” Zamera presses her finger to Loki's lips silencing him. She takes her finger away and tugs on Loki's arms. Taking the hint Loki sits down beside Zamera, not caring about getting his tux dirty. Zamera leans against Loki and he wraps his arm around her shoulders. In silence they stargaze and Zamera shivers when a cool breeze blows. Loki takes his jacket off without a word and slips it over Zamera's shoulders. Zamera puts her arms through the arm holes and smiles as she is embrace by the warmth and scent of Loki. Loki pulls Zamera back to him and she rest her head against his shoulder. How long the two sat out there? Don't know, but Loki thought it best to go back inside when Zamera start to shiver. Standing up Loki offers Zamera his hand and she takes it.

Together Zamera and Loki walk back towards the castle hand in hand. Standing by one of the large windows, Zamera lets go of Loki's hand and steps away from him. Loki frowns slightly and Zamera smiles, “I may have forgiven you my Prince, but you still have to work for it.” Loki smirks and watches Zamera with predatory eyes as she slowly walks backwards farther into the building. “Find me if you can and kiss me at midnight...” Zamera purrs and turns around, walking away from Loki getting lost in the sea of people.

A smile breaks onto Loki's face and he claps his hands together behind his back, “Let the games begin,” he mutters to himself and licks his lips just picturing himself kissing Zamera.

“I think she likes you.” Loki turns his head to the right and frowns when he sees The Iron Man leaning against the building hidden by the shadows. “You know I consider that girl as my daughter, don't you?” Tony steps out of the shadows and stand toe to toe with Loki. “You hurt her again like you did earlier and I'll make sure that silver tongue is...well I'm sure you can use your imagination.” Tony laughs without any humor and smooths out the collar of Loki's jacket. Without another word, Tony walks back into the party and Loki glares at his back. Zamera's words ring in his mind and Loki looks up at the sky, it is only eleven o'clock, he has one hour to find Zamera and claim her lips as his. This is a task that Loki will not fail.

Notes

"Let the games begin,"