I finally started the sequel to Deceptions. I love Loki so much, I had to bring him into this story. It would probably help to read Deceptions first, since I'm pretty much picking up where I left off. Hope you enjoy. Still sorting out the direction of this one, but wanted to at least get a chapter or two posted.

From Deceptions:

Several months later. After the events of Thor 2…

Cap A POV

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" I asked Alex as she packed to return to Asgard. We had been having this conversation for three days now.

She smiled at me sweetly, wrapping me into a hug. "I love that you are willing to come to Asgard with me for support, but I think I need to do this alone. Frigga was a mother to me and to be honest...I don't know what i'm feeling about Loki's death. I've got a great deal of stuff floating around my head right now. I think going home for a few days will be good for me and you are needed here."

I looked down at my girlfriend. "I know. It just feels wrong to force you to mourn alone. You shouldn't have to be alone right now."

"You're not going to win this argument." She chuckled. "But for the record, I love you so much for trying."

I pulled her back into the hug and kissed the top of her head. We had only been living together in Stark Tower for two weeks, but it was amazing how comfortable we had become with each other. Our casual displays of affection were already starting to sicken some of the tower's occupants. Fortunately, Tony was the only one who commented on it and Alex was quickly learning to ignore metal man's wisecracks.

"I'll be fine, Steve. Besides, Loki is dead. What could possibly happen?"

Further Deceptions

Alex POV

I had no idea what had happened to me or where I was. All I could confirm for sure was that my head was killing me and I was in a very dark room. Probably underground. I was lying on my stomach, on a surprisingly comfortable surface. It took me several tries to get myself to a seated position and my back up against a wall, so I could evaluate my situation.

I had only been on Asgard for a few hours. I was catching up with Maliki when I was summoned by Odin. I wasn't surprised that the All father wished to see me. He had been disappointed about my refusal to marry Loki, but he had understood and even wished my new relationship with Steve well. I had yet to stop by and pay my respects to him for his loss, when I was summoned.

I had gone into the throne room and I instantly felt something off. I wasn't sure what it was, at first. My time on earth had made my magical senses weak, since there was rarely any magic to detect. Odin spoke to me and it took me only a few seconds to realize that the man before me wasn't Odin. Before I could raise an alarm, some kind of magic hit me and the lights went out.

I held my head in my hands, willing all of this to be just a bad dream. "Loki." I sighed, quietly. He wasn't dead. He was impersonating Odin. I knew his magic, like I knew my own.

Suddenly, a voice startled me into snapping my head up, making the room seem to spin slightly.

"I was wondering when you would come around. I was beginning to think the magic I hit you with had been too strong." Loki stepped out of the shadows, into the only tiny ray of light in the otherwise dark room. "I didn't plan our visit well. I should have known you would see through my illusion."

Until he started to talk, I had thought I was alone in the room. I wasn't picking up Loki with my magic. I groaned, putting my head back down into my hands.

"I do apologize for knocking you out, but I'm not ready for the people to know I'm still alive and you looked very much like you were going to tattle on me."

I snorted. "Only because I know your mind intimately. You're illusions don't work very well on me. Never have. I know your magic's flavor too well."

Loki came closer. I looked up with only my eyes and saw him smirking at me. "If I remember correctly, my mind is not the only part of me you know intimately."

I lifted my head upright slowly and rolled my shoulders, willing my head to stop hurting. "When did you become such a evil pig?"

Loki chuckled. "When did you decide to lower your standards. The soldier? Really? Did I ruin you for other worthy men? So much so that you felt the need to defile yourself with a lowly human."

I looked Loki fully in the eye. "I was wrong. You're not an evil pig. You're a jealous, evil pig."

"It's good to see your time on earth hasn't robbed you of your fire. I always loved your spirit." He got closer, turning on a small light, which allowed me to see my room and him better. "I can only hope some of the fire you once had for me is still inside you, somewhere. For your sake."

"What do you mean, for my sake?" My voice sounded small and weak, even to me. The room I was in was well furnished, like a hotel room. It was rigged for someone to live here. It gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"What I mean, is that you will be staying here, as my guest, until you agree to marry me and rule Asgard by my side."

I wanted to stand up and get into Loki's face, but I was afraid my legs would not hold me. "Are you insane! Don't know if you noticed, but you are mimicking Odin. In order for me to rule by your side, I'd be marrying Odin. Sorry to say this, but no one would believe that I would just up and marry him. He was a father to me, Loki. Just as much as he was a father to you."

"He was not my father!" Loki yelled, turning his back to me for a moment. I had obviously hit a nerve.

"He is your father. Blood relation is not a prerequisite for the position." I yelled back.

Loki chuckled. "You have been on earth too long. You've gone soft." He turned back to me, this time with an evil grin. "I have a plan. Soon a new ruler will be crowned and you will eagerly marry him."

I snorted.

"Now, now, my love. Such a rude sound. Very unfitting of a future queen of Asgard. I think more time alone will help improve your mood." Loki looked around the room, his arms behind his back. "I've tried to make this place as comfortable for you as I could. You'll be living here until you agree to my terms. You've probably also noticed that none of your magic works in here."

I hadn't thought about it, but he was right. The reason my magic hadn't picked up on Loki's presence in the room with me, was because my magic was gone. Loki smiled when the realization became obvious on my face.

"I took the liberties of making this room special for you. You're as helpless as a human."

He approached me, gently running his hand down my right cheek. I did not pull away.

"I will make your life as comfortable as I can here, I promise. I do want you happy, Alexyia, I hope you realize that."

His words were soft and gentle. They were the words and tone of the man I once loved. I shivered at the gesture and Loki seemed pleased by the response.

"I will return later."

Loki turned and left the room. He didn't open the door, he simply walked through it. I could almost guarantee that if I tired to do the same, I would crash into a very real door. I did my best not to cry, but it was hard. All I could think about was Steve on earth somewhere, going about his business, not knowing that he would probably never see me again. Without my magic, there was little to no hope of me escaping and Loki was too clever to hide me somewhere obvious. We were both young, by Asgardian standards, so I could be down here a long time.

And Loki was always a very patient man. He could wait. He was never one to rush a plan.

Let me know what you think. To Be Continued soon...