About: you are imprisoned and questioned by Natasha while Loki is at her side. She has all sorts of evidence - pointing at you. Will Loki leave you up to faith, or will he help you out of this mess? 

You were brought down to the Stark Tower, that big, ugly building in New York. As they forced you into a glass cage, you continued to send Loki dead glares, which he avoided much to your agitation. You were boiling on the inside; you had done nothing wrong in your life - up til now. You were seriously considering killing the God. 

Thor pushed you down on the small, iron bench before leaving you in the cage and closing the door. You gritted your teeth. All the Avengers stood in front of you, the coward in the back, trying to intimidate you by outnumbering you. 

Stark cleared his throat and stepped forward. 

"Okay, lady, you're Y/N L/N, right?" he asked, popping a blueberry into his mouth. You rose an eyebrow, not meeting his gaze, instead met an other pair of eyes. 

"Yes," you answered, voice cold and dismissive. "Why am I here?" Natasha Romanoff then stepped out of the small crowd, face blank, but disdain obvious in her eyes. 

"You guys can leave, I'm interrogating her now, Loki, could you stay please?" You rolled your eyes, fists clamping around the iron bench. The raven-haired God nodded while the others slowly left the room. 

Natasha's fierce eyes locked with yours, making a promise she wasn't going to go easy on you. She crossed her arms over her chest, legs spread a little while Loki was fetching a tablet and scrolling through some pages. 

"You are here because you're father is making a mess outside," she started off on a venomous tone. "He's selling drugs and people are dying" 

"That doesn't seem like my problem," you bit. "Ask my father about it, I don't have anything to do with it." Natasha rose an eyebrow and smirked. 

"All the same drugs were found in the victims bodies. The very thing your dad happens to sell. We went to arrest him yesterday night, but unfortunately he escaped and is now nowhere to be seen. I would say it is very much your problem." Your eyes slid from Natasha to your captor and you scrunched up your nose. 

"How exactly?" you wanted to now, but she dodged the question and carried on. 

"Where is he?" 

"I don't know." Really, you had no idea where your father was. If it was true what the Avengers said, that he fled again, he could be in his safe house in Europe by now. 

"Okay, where are his suppliers? Who are they?" she continued. You shrugged. 

"I told you, I don't kno-" 

"Describe how the night went for you, what did you do? Who did you talk to?" You swallowed and stole a glance at Loki, pulling off quite the poker face. You huffed - that bastard. He was acting as if you were a complete stranger to him. 

"I... I got ready for whatever my dad was celebrating that night. I don't have a clue about the occasion," you added before she could interrupt you. "I went downstairs, to the bar, and didn't talk to anyone until I stumbled onto this bimbo." You nodded your head to Loki. 

"Please describe the people you talked to," she insisted. 

"I didn't talk to - okay, I talked to man," you admitted. 

"Make a robot picture, please," Natasha told Loki, who opened the tablet and started taking notes. 

"He was rather tall," you started, "He had sharp facial features, a pointed nose... Green eyes and long black hair. And a massive d-" 

"You don't have to describe me," Loki interrupted annoyed. "We already confirmed you talked to me, did you talk to anyone else? Perhaps a maid? Your father has staff." You glared at him. You remained silent. 

Natasha eventually broke the silence that hung thick in the air. She sighed and nodded to Loki. 

"She's not going to tell us anything." She then faced you, totally pissed off. "And you," she held your gaze, "if you're not going to speak soon, you can be damn sure we'll sue you. We have all the evidence pointing towards your dad. If you don't tell us where he gets his drugs, you will carry the concequences girl!" She punched the glass wall in anger. "All Loki has to do is alter his statements in our reccords and all the evidence points to you. You're looking at fourty years in jail. Let that be clear." 

The echo of the fourty years rang in your head and it seemed to numb you. Reality seemed far away, you barely noticed Natasha leaving the room. Your eyes glazed, making your vision a blur. Heart squeezing painfully, a tear rolled off your cheek. 

Loki stood in the middle of the room, his back towards you, scribbling away on paper. 

"You know I'm innocent," you said, voice fragile. The very sound of it made him stiffen on the spot. He turned around and looked at you, eyes sad. "I told you yesterday. I told you I didn't-" A sob left your mouth and you looked at the floor in shame. 

All sort of emotions ran through you, anger and sadness mixed together as you thought about how your mother and father left you here like an easy prey for the Avengers. It all made sense. If you were locked up, they would succeed in continue to do business. And then your mind wandered off the the person in front of you, the person that you found yourself mesmerized with yesterday. More tears flowed and you turned away from him, sinking onto your bench. You also hated how he used your body to get you in this situation. Such an intimate moment should've been a daydream, not a nightmare, especially your first time. Why does everyone has to betray you in your life? 

"Y/N?" his delicate voice called your name, but you ignored it, drew your knees close to your chest and hid your face between them. "I'm not going to alter my statements, I'm going to do this by the book. I will look at some camera footage tonight-"  

"Fuck you," you said. He stopped speeching, and left the room. You released a quavering breath and broke down crying. 

Around ten o'clock you were growing quite hungry. You had been brought in in the morning and they hadn't fed you since. You dozed off awhile later, the problems you were currently facing gave you a headache. 

A hand ran over your scalp, slowly stirring you out of your slumber. A thumb stroke away your dried tears before stroking a strand of hair out of your face. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you frowned, feeling like the life had left your body. You felt completely and utterly empty. 

"Don't touch me," you whispered as you swatted Loki's hand away. Your heart cramping together as you remember how tender and loving he was yesterday. 

"I have good news." Your eyes tiredly met his and you noticed he kneeled down next to the bench you were laying on. "The allegations against dropped." You should've felt some joy, but all you really felt was a hole in your chest. Loki noticed and therefore went on telling you why. "I watched the security camera's in your home. You told the truth, you spoke to no one other that me. And I found your dad. The Avengers are on their way to Germany to arrest him." 

He waited for some kind of reaction of you. 

"Can I go home then?" Honestly, you couldn't wait to put all this - him - behind you. 

"Unfortunately, because we... arrested you," he said it in a guilty way, "your dads rivals are after you, which means you'll have to stay a little longer." 

"Mhm," was all you said. 

"Are you hungry? I've cooked a meal for us, it's waiting upstairs." You licked your lips, not knowing what to say or do. Things felt uncomfortable. Your mind returned to the passionate night you shared. And you blushed, embarrassed that you fell for it. You felt a pang in your chest. 

"A little." 

He stood up, and you mirrored him, followed him out of the glass cell into an elevator. As the doors glided closed and the elevator went up, the tension between the two grew every passing second. The awkwardness off it made you push it away and you embarrassingly studied the floor. Your heart squeezed in a painful way. 

Of course Loki noticed, but the problem was that he didn't know how to adress it. 

"Here you are," Loki said as he put a plate in front of you. You had been hungry the whole day and yet now you couldn't even make yourself chew on it. You simply held your fork and stared at the marvelous colour palette on the plate. 

He ate in silence. 

"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked you, and it made you want to burst out in tears. "I can imange this day must've been hard for you." You were not okay. Your emotions were a mess. And the echo of fourty years in jail continued to have resonance. 

"It's just..." You eyed him. 

"You can tell me," he assured. 

"No, I'm okay," you lied. He knew. 

You immediately went to bed after dinner. Loki didn't have any spare keys, so he took you to his room and suggested he'd sleep on the couch. You had accepted in silence and pulled a large shirt of him over your head, one he'd offered to you. 

Thinking about him, you stared wondering if he'd only did it to arrest you, or if he really wanted it like you did. Minutes or hours you spend contemplating different scenarios in your head, his motives, ... 

Sitting up straight, you watched the moon, which shone brightly through Loki's large windows, you were crying again, you thought distantly, so you quickly wiped the evidence away. The wind blew through the half open window and you braced yourself, pulling the covers up higher. You had decided you would never forget what had happend that night, eventhough you wanted to. 

You heard a rustling and looked up to see Loki getting off the couch in his dark green pyjamas. 

He went to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes gazing into yours. 

"Please tell me what's wrong," he whispered. It was silent for awhile, while you searched for the words. 

"I thought we clicked," you replied, sadness evident in your voice. You wanted to scream at him for how he used you like that, but you didn't find the strenght. Emotion poured in his features, which you were grateful for. He scoothed over to your side, leaned back against the headboard in then hesitantly took your hand. You didn't pull away this time. 

"Y/N." Your name on his tongue sounded like heaven. He sighed and closed his eyes, your heart fell. "I felt that too. It didn't meant to happen, but yes we clicked, I felt it too." A weight fell off your shoulders. "I'm sorry, it just happened, I happened to like you and-" He didn't finish his sentence. "I still do." 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

"Thank you," you said. He frowned, thumb stroking your knuckles. 

"Why?" he asked softly. 

"For looking for evidence, proving that I'm innocent." You suddenly started to tear up again, from relief. Fourty years. His eyes glazed as well and he pulled you closer against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, embracing you. You accepted, hiding your face in his chest. 

He rubbed your back, assuring everything was fine. 

Pulling back a little, your eyes met, and something sparked between you. Loki bit his lip, eyes decending on yours. His eyes darkened in the gloomy room. Your heart raced, felt the click between you. Slowly, he started leaning in, gauging your reaction. 

He  brough your lips to his, one hand craddling the back of your head while the other pulled you closed by your waist. The kiss carried such fragility, he feared you would shatter if he wasn't careful enough. 

He slowly withdrew from the kiss, eyes wide as he licked his lips, savouring the taste of you. You offered him a small smile, one which he mirrored. 

"We're going to be okay," he whispered, his lips melting against yours once again.