#coriolanus play

You were never afraid of walking through the streets of Rome because your husband walking behind you would scare all who dared to harass you. You would go about the streets, your veil fluttering on your head, smiling bright in the afternoon sunshine. Caius always had a frown and glare in his eyes that dared any fool to try to cross with you. 

The marriage was purely for status- you were a good woman from a respectable family. Yes, that was probably why it was arranged between your parents! They wanted someone with a good heart and reputation, and Caius only wanted a wife to manage his house and give him children. Why should you say no? Not that you were scared of him at all- for he never once was cruel to you. Perhaps curt and blunt on occasion, proud and stubborn- but he never bullied you. With his famous wealth, you would never go hungry. He’d be away in battles and you would be alone and be free to do as you wished for months on end. If he died in battle, you figured, the more the better! You would have his money and the freedom of a widow with the respect of his name. Besides, you weren’t in love with anyone and never thought any suitors would show interest in you. 

Such was one walk, early in your betrothal. One fellow had not heard the news or knew who you were and came upon you. Trying to touch you, invite you to dinner or the bathhouses. You kept refusing, he kept insisting.

Then, the braggart leaned over and grabbed your arm.

In about ten seconds flat was Caius, unsheathing his sword, upon the braggart, pulling him by the collar. You shoved him off and ran behind him. The man trembled as if Thanatos stood thundering before him.

“I shall be quick in work and send you to your death-do you understand, villain?”

He nodded, shaking. He already seemed to learn his lesson. You edged forward to your dragon of an intended.

“Please- don’t kill him, there are too many people out watching- just scare him!” you whispered to Caius.

Caius shoved him down. The man shook where he stood and you thought you smelled urine leaking from his bladder.

“If you ever as much as speak this lady’s name-I will kill you.” he threatened quietly.

The man, having learned his lesson, mumbled a whimpering “yes, dominae” and fled.

Since your marriage, and with your new status as a general’s wife, such incidents never happened.

As you peered about one stall in the market, admiring the fresh fruits offered, you smiled bright.

“Oh, how lovely these berries look! So ripe and fresh! Wouldn’t you agree, dear husband?” you asked.

Caius remained frowning, though eyed down the berries. The man selling them looked pale and kept eying the sheathed sword on Caius’s hip.

“They’re fine,” he said. His pride kept him from commenting further on a simple farmer’s wares. But you felt his eyes over your smile seeing them.

Caius lent his coin to buy you some. The trembling farmer scooped up some berries, and popped them into a little bag, and handed it to you. You thanked the farmer and paused to admire them.

You smiled at them, as if they were jewels in your hands. Then you tried a little handful, popping them into your mouth.

“Mhm! They’re delicious! Thank you, Caius,” you replied.

You leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek. He blinked, and his shoulders loosened down from the feeling of your lips. You could have sworn a faint pink was on his cheeks as he continued behind you- not that he dared smile or keep his guard down in public.

You thought it would be another ordinary quiet night. But Caius Martius was many things. Quiet and ordinary were neither of them.

At home, you wanted to rest your feet from all the walking today. Your loom was coming along and weaving it felt relaxing. As you sat, you heard footsteps. Turning around, you saw Caius standing there.

You stood up. “Husband? Is something the matter?”

“...no…” he said.

“Oh…then, what…what brings you here?” you asked.

“I wish only to sit, I have…scrolls to read.”

“This is, er, not the usual room for a man,” you said, taking note of the loom and embroidery, the flowers from the garden.

“I am going to sit and read. In this room,”  he said determinately.

Letting out an exhale, you relented.

“Oh- your mother is always right! Your dangerous stubbornness- oh, you are welcome here, Caius, dull as it must be for you compared to a fight with a Volsce…” you teased.

He made no answer. But you sat and weaved. Watching how the lines all came together and became one for the latest project.

Little did you know that his eyes were more on you than on the flimsy scrolls. Seeing your profile and your eyes over the work then the dusty work.

Though as you ate dinner, His eyes were on you, the neckline of your dress, showing your shoulders.  Your tempa mesa was presented, eaten, and sent away as was the meal. He moved closer, to sit beside you. You felt him move an arm around you. Speaking to you in soft tones.

 As a slave came in to take an empty bowl, you felt him close, he held up a hand. Talking about some silly complaint with the tribunes Brutus and Sicinia. But it was useless- he only wanted to touch your hand, trace it, and bring it to his mouth as his lips ghosted a kiss onto your palm. You took in a sharp breath as he did.

You felt your breaths become shallow and saw his eyes flutter boldly to your chest. He sat beside you, one hand always lying on your thigh.

“What…is this….”

“I only want to enjoy all that is mine- my house, my meal, and my wife.”

With that, he propped you upon his lap as the slave brought more wine. You felt yourself get warm, feeling him on you. Such…intimacy sent your heart aflutter. Though…after plates were cleared before he could tighten his arms to hold you, you slid off. He let you, his blue eyes widening.

“I’m going to get ready for bed,” you announced softly.

His hand was still on your skirt. As you walked away, the fabric pulled and then slid lightly off his fingers. His hand is still in the air as if still touching you.

You sat down before the vanity. Making sure your face was washed, you removed the jewelry you had. Smiling at how lovely they were. Gifts he still found to give you even though the wedding was some time ago. Gifts he still would give you.

The slaves were still around. They kept fanned cool air with peacock feathers. Played soft music on harps and little reeds and made sure there was always water for washing and kept about.

The door opened, and your heart beat hard as he got inside. You continued your nightly routine, removing the ring and necklace as well as the belt before you. Getting ready to change- and yet…here he was. A shadow in the corner. He walked up.

“Husband! My…I’m not in trouble?” you asked, slightly teasing.

“No…”

The servants all shot a look, he gestured at them to stay. To continue their business.

His arms wrapped around you slowly. Then, he laid his head down, looking at you in the mirror.

“But…I didn’t say I wanted this evening to end…” he breathed, he began to pepper kisses down your neck. His hands running down your arms.

“I said I was going to bed…not to sleep…” you said. Enjoying the teasing and playfulness. How you could still hold this mighty, fearsome warrior like wet clay in your hands.

He whispered into your ear for only you to hear.

“I’m going to burst if I don’t have you now.”

You grinned.

“Then have me,” you replied.

Three little words. That was all he needed.

He tore off your veil to where it flew down, fluttering like feathers. He pulled you in and kissed you. You moaned into it. His hands grew bolder, feeling down your sides. You moaned in response as he slid his tongue inside. You pressed yourself next to him, feeling his desire prod against you.

Then he was on you like an animal starved. At once he began to kiss you, cupping your face, keeping a hand on your back to keep you close. You waved a hand through his short, dark blonde hair. His own were going down to feel all over your skin, though his firey kisses never stopped. The man had a craving for you in the bedroom like no other. Not that you complained about it.

You took his hand and led it to your breast to squeeze.

“Caius…yes…more…” you moaned.

“You want more…” he replied.

“Yes- give it to me…” you asked.

“All of it…”

“Yes…”

“And you will take it?”

You looked into his eyes.

“...yes. I want more. Not like on our wedding night. I want it hard. And rough. I can take it. I will take it.”

At once he threw you upon the bed. Lush with blankets and pillows, rich and comfortable. He walked towards you, eyes filled with lust, his steps slow, his head tilted, but not smiling.

“When I take you, I want you to cry out. I want all of Rome, every plebian, every senator, every person, and every animal and god to know you are mine.

He was on you, feeling a hand on your leg and kissing you. You began to grind against him. The servants blushed and looked about, he gestured to them.

“Stay,” he ordered them.

They stayed.

“I don’t want you dignified. No, wife. Show your loyalty-” he moved his hands through your dress.

“Take off your clothes.”

“If you want me naked that badly- take them off yourself,” you dared.

He obliged.

You let a sound as he roughly reached into your dress and shoved down the sleeves. You began to let a sound, a gasp as it broke open. It nearly ripped it. Shaking, you helped remove his own clothes still on him. Amazed at though his chest was filled with those dark, bloodied scars, the muscles still on them. 

He smiled.

“Such a tongue you’ve grown to have on you, delicae,” he said

The music of the slaves continued, as did their fans. Though you could feel their eyes.

 Now you were naked in his room, feeling his hands explore all over you, one squeezing your breast as the other spread around your back, wrapping you in, fingers into your skin as if to mark you.

“Then shouldn’t I be punished?” you asked coyly.

He smirked as looked at you. Then he let the last of his clothes fall. Showing his impressive thighs and impressive cock so hard it dripped against his stomach,

“It was everything in me not to take you at that table…then we’ll make up for it…”

He half threw you to the study part of the room. There sat a desk.

“Lean over that desk.”

You obliged, heart beating hard.

“Spead your legs,” he ordered.

You opened your two shaking legs, your wet sex glistening before him.

“Put your hands on the edge,” he ordered in a rasp.

Two shaking hands of yours gripped the edge. He laid your hips up. Then thrust into you at once. You let out a sound. Then roughly, he began to take you. Pounding in, his large cock straining inside you. You let out a sound.

“Yes- yes keep that- you are- you’re mine, you’re mine now- now-say it-say. it.”

“I’m” you cried between his thrusts. “I’m-I’m-your-yours-you- gods!” 

He pounded into you with a fury. His own groaning increasing. It was so filthy, so depraved, and you loved it. You had to grip the edge tightly as he pounded into you. Grunting like an animal. 

The music from the slaves continued, as did the footsteps from their business. Harps continued on as Caius took you like a whore. You could feel them still watching everything. Wondering if they were frightened, aroused, amazed, disgusted, or all four at once. 

He began to growl to you between pounding you.

“So you-” 

thrust.

 “-never-” 

thrust 

“-forget-” 

He pulled you up by your shoulder to your ear. His voice right next to it, his cock and his voice overtaking you.

“You-” 

thrust 

“-are-” 

thrust 

“-my-” 

thrust 

“-wife.”

He reached a hand, finding your opening between your legs. The bud inside you, swollen and needy and overcome.  One large finger began to strum it and you let out a whimper feeling it. His large, long fingers could already play it so easily. He let you down, and you were gripping tight to keep from losing it all. You weren’t going to last long at this rate.

“Caius! Caius please-please-Caius-”

It was already crawling up, the desk thudded loudly, perhaps breaking if it weren’t so thick and sturdy. The slaves would know he was yours and you were his. That only he and you could bring each other this.

“Yes- cum, dammit, wife- cum for me, cum- just cum, cum with me-”

“Caius-caius! I- Caius-caiuscaiuscaiuscaius-” you repeated, feeling it break. Your voice gets higher until you let out a noise, as your climax hits you.

Then with a shout from him, the seed shot forth inside you. You moaned as you panted, catching your breath. He steadily pulled out. 

You felt his breaths from behind you, his touch gentler against your arm. One wrapped around you for protection. 

“Get her something to drink now!” he barked at the servants.

They nodded their heads and ran off. Caius with one swoop got you into his arms. You felt your breath light, almost dizzy with joy- he hadn’t done that since your wedding when he brought you to this house. You could still feel his strong arms supporting you so easily. He carried you over to the bed, settling you amongst the blankets. One slave brought a cup of your drink, and you sipped at it with both hands. He made sure a blanket was draped over you for a bit of modesty.

“What kindness…I never would have guessed you would have kindness in you…” you remarked.

“I…want to be honorable…” he said quietly.

He waved a hand, and the flushed slaves left, Granting you privacy at last. You saw Caius look at you, then glance down like a shy maiden.

This wasn’t like him.

“What is it?” you asked.

“What is what?” he asked.

“You and your dangerous stubborness! Well I have some in me too. You have enjoyed me. And you wish to speak of something, I can feel it. You can tell me. Is there something you want of me? A son? I’m sure at this rate, you’ll have one…” you urged, a hand consciously at your belly.

Caius tilted his head again, his hand moving you away from yours. But touching it softly. 

“It…isn’t that. What I have…you must think it isn’t for a man to say aloud,” he said

“But you must say it! Is something wrong? Are you ill? Is your mother ill? What did Menenius try to weasel you to do? Where are they sending you now!? Caius, Why not-”

He quickly got up and cupped your face. He spoke quick, plain, and to the point.

“I love you.”

You paused your breath tight and the room spinning

“You…love me?”

“Why did I ask my mother to arrange us married?”

It struck you.

“I was…am a virtuous daughter of a respectable family-”

He looked into your eyes.

“I’ve loved you the day I met you. I wanted to have you as my wife or no one.  I couldn’t resist you if Diana herself ordered me to.”

Struck silent, you saw his face soften. The orange glow of the candlelight making him that more beautiful. 

“When…when did you know for sure…did Eros really strike the moment you saw me ”

“I…I remember it was- it was the race for the senate. All the crowd gathered to see me speak, to see the consul. I tried to ignore you there, and I could not. I was in denial all that time. But seeing you-when you looked at me, and smiled, I forgot it all. I didn’t want the seat. I wanted you. Honestly, I don’t know when it happened. But it did. And yet- all at once I-I-”

He paused.

“Maybe it was when we were betrothed. Maybe I walked with you to the markets. Or when I saw you there. Maybe it was every dull dinner and banquet I had to attend, that I still went, hoping to see you. To just see you…”

He caught himself.

“But no…I think most of all…it was each time I spoke to you. And you knew of me….and now …”

He touched your hand and you brought it to your lips, kissing it tenderly. You almost saw a tear drop despite the stillness of his face.

“I know what I am. And I thought you should hate me. Beyond whatever duty you may feel to me as your husband-”

“Caius, I don’t hate you. Not at all.”

“Then…could you-”

“I could learn to love you, and choose to love you, Caius.”

Cominius wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Because ever since your mother decided to end your marriage to Virgilia, she has been insistent upon finding you another wife."

"Well I'm not going to find anyone here." Coriolanus scoffed, watching from the corner of his eye a group of elderly women peddling various fruits. 

Cominius handed them a handful of denarii in exchange for a good five apples and two plums. "You refuse to leave your study or the training grounds. Most of the banquets and parties disgust you," Cominius remarked. "What else was I supposed to do?"

The question fell upon deaf ears; Coriolanus was caught in an exchange with a man - possibly of Nubian descent - selling a bottle of red wine supposedly worthy of Mars, the God of War. The man was speaking utter horseshit but Coriolanus offered the man three silver denarii in exchange for it. As a bonus, Coriolanus was also given a smaller bottle of sweet wine infused with honey and berries. Coriolanus made a mental note to offer it to this mother…or to a stray dog, whichever would be more convenient. He gave the vendor a grunt and took both bottles in one hand, holding them by their necks. Just then, the sound of female laughter reached Coriolanus's ears. Determined to chastise the ladies for being so loud and brazen in public, Coriolanus sharply turned his head in the direction of the sound. 

Then, his eyes fell upon you. And in an instant as swift and sudden as the striking of Jupiter's thunderbolt, his initial resolve disappeared. Coriolanus simply stood there, gaping at you. He watched as you walked and laughed with one of your friends, holding each other's arms, and carrying baskets of vegetables, bread, and meat. The rest of the world faded away, piece by piece, and there was nothing but you…You, with your eyes full of life, the hem of your dress billowing around your feet while you moved, your hair framing your face in the most lovely way possible.

"Well I'm not going to find anyone here," Cominius mimicked his friend and snickered, taking note of Coriolanus's staring.

As if under a spell, Coriolanus put one foot in front of the other, making his way towards you. He was drawn to you, his heart racing quicker than the footsteps of a warhorse, his breath unsteady, only a single thought occupying his mind: you.

Seeing the tall man in armor approaching in your direction, you sternly held your friend close and moved out of his way to avoid trouble. "Pardon me." You had no idea what a soldier's intentions could be at any given moment, especially if he happened to be drunk with power. 

Coriolanus turned his had in one swift motion, his eyes fixated upon you, even as you hurried away with your friend. "Stop," he ordered, raising his voice. "I said STOP!"

Without thinking, Coriolanus reached forward and grabbed your arm, forcing you to turn around.For the first time, he could have a good look at all of you and witness what he believed to be true, unparalleled beauty in the flesh. He tightened his grip around the recently-bought wine bottles in his other hand until his knuckles whitened, wishing that hand were wrapped around your waist instead. With a swallow, he parted his lips. He had you now, but what was he to tell you?

"What's going on?" You demanded, looking him in the eye. "I wish to know." The general kept his silence, his pupils dilated. In most situations, hearing someone speak to him with such a fiery tone would anger him. But this time, there was a different emotion inside of him, one he never thought he would feel.

Cominius came to the rescue, standing behind Coriolanus. "I believe you've caught my friend's eye, my lady. Forgive him, he's not well-versed in the art of speaking to the fairer sex." You continued to look at Coriolanus, who averted his gaze for a moment as his limbs grew stiff.

You release yourself from Coriolanus's grip, a red welt present on the place where he roughly grabbed you. 

"My name is Postumus Cominius Auruncus, the Commander of the Army of Rome. And this is Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a general and a brave soldier."

"Good." You gingerly said.

Coriolanus looked you back in the eye. "My lady," he gritted through his teeth, "the proper thing for you to do is to tell us your name. And perhaps tells us your lineage and the homeland you hail from."

"And the proper thing for you is to stop grabbing ladies by the arm." You retorted, causing your friend to gasp.

"Forgive her, general," your friend stammered, putting herself between you and the two men. She told Coriolanus your full name, as well as your status as the daughter of a merchant and the sister of two legionnaires in the army.

His expression softened once again. "Tell me your name again."

You relented, uttering your name before leading your friend away and picking up your baskets. Before Coriolanus could have a chance to call out to you one more time or bid you farewell, you'd already disappeared among the crowds of ordinary citizens.

Cominius chuckled, giving Coriolanus a strong nudge. "You're welcome."

Coriolanus shot him a glare, biting the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't be caught smiling like an idiot. "That was unnecessary. She's just some common woman." A common woman too saucy for her own good.

That night, as the general lay in his bed alone, sleep evaded him like a coward fleeing the battlefield. He rested on his back, arms on either side of his tall, muscular frame, his chest rising and falling with each bath. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind flooded with images of you. Images of you from earlier that day, bathed in sunlight, giggling freely like a nymph while your dress clung perfectly to your form. Coriolanus mentally cursed you, simply out of frustration for robbing his sleep and rendering him unable to think of anything else but you. 

As the hours passed, his mind wove those images into a dream. A dream in which you were simply walking through a street, smiling to yourself as you took in your surroundings. Every once in a while, you would briefly turn to Coriolanus, looking at him with a smirk, before returning to your seemingly mundane stroll. All Coriolanus could do was admire your willingness to look him in the eye without flinching, and this disturbed him. Even in his sleep, his jaws clenched and his muscles tensed with every smirk of yours. He wanted more than to simply gawk at you like a fool looking at a statue.

"What's going on?" Your voice echoed in Caius's mind. "…The proper thing for you to do is to stop grabbing ladies by the arm."

Coriolanus advanced towards you. He desired to be closer to you. He desired to feel more than simply your arm, which fit perfectly in his hand. He desired to hear you speak to him, to be delighted by the sound of your voice, to be the one you laughed and smiled in the presence of. 

And after what felt like several painstaking moments of being a helpless voyeur, Coriolanus witnessed his dream take a different turn.

Coriolanus found himself in his bedroom, wearing a white tunic with a red border, and nothing else. "Caius?" You called to him before appearing in the doorway, wearing an emerald green stola and gold jewels. Your hair was left undone as if you were preparing for sleep or for a bath. Your expression bore no smirk, but rather a simple smile that invited him closer. Closing the door, you lit a candle near his bedside, your eyes meeting his. 

At that moment, Coriolanus could not hold himself back any longer. Now was the opportunity to take you for himself, quench the restlessness that had been brewing inside of him for far too long. Coriolanus took a few strides towards you, his pace increasing with each one. And with every step he took towards you, you took two steps backwards until he was almost chasing you in his chamber. Finally, he managed to corner you against a wall, the two of you staring at each other with anticipation.

Coriolanus closed the distance between you and clasped your wrist, letting his other hand wrap itself your waist. He instinctively leaned into you, his lips a hair's breadth from yours, whispering, "You temptress…evil woman. You have no idea how much I crave you…how terribly I want you all to myself. What is this spell you've cast upon me?" Coriolanus lightly pushed you against the wall and pressed his forehead against yours. "I must have you now." He tugged at the fabric of your dress and leaned in again to kiss you, but you turned away from him.

"No, Caius," you pleaded in a breathy tone. "Not like this."

This is utter rubbish. You were his to have, this was nothing but a dream, what was stopping him from taking you right here and right now, ending this agitation once and for all? Coriolanus tried to touch you again, but you simply disappeared.

Taken aback, Coriolanus backed away from you, his brow furrowed. "How?" He demanded, glaring.

"Seduce me."

A date with Will Ransome would begin with the two of you meeting after Sunday morning mass. He would put in some effort to make sure his hair was properly combed, his face was properly shaved, and his clothing was properly washed before arriving to church just to make a good impression. 

After meeting you, he would lead you to the outskirts of the town, possibly near the beach where there aren't many noisy bystanders to interrupt the two of you. He would talk to you about almost anything you wished, from books you've read to things that happened to you in the past week. Hours would pass without your knowledge. And if you were ever cold, Will would graciously remove his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. 

King Henry V from The Hollow Crown 

Chess and poetry over wine

A date with King Henry V would begin with you being cordially invited to the palace at sundown, perhaps after all of his meetings have concluded. A guard would lead you to a special room within the palace where Henry would be waiting for you.

"Ah, thee've cometh!" He would stand up with a wide grin as soon as you arrived at the door. "I desire i has't not hath kept thee waiting f'r too longeth.  Thee behold lovely tonight, the candlelight doest thy beauty nay justice."

(Translation: "Ah, you've come! I hope I have not kept you waiting for too long. You look lovely tonight, the candlelight does your beauty no justice.")

After gesturing for you to be seated, Henry would sit across the table from you and have some wine poured for the both of you. Then, he would offer to play a game of chess with you. If you do not know how to play, then he would gladly teach you the rules and the objectives. He's a fairly good player himself, but he will likely let you win because to him, it's chivalrous, and also because he wants to keep you in a good mood. 

And if there are no interruptions throughout the night, Henry would recite to you a few romantic poems and sonnets, hoping that you'll blush. He would end the date with letting you spend the night in the castle since he does not want you to travel during the late hours. You would get your own separate chamber and a carriage to take you home in the morning. And a sincere kiss from the King of England, thanking you for your company.

Prince Hal from The Hollow Crown

Horseback Riding and Drinks at a Tavern

A date with Prince Hal would begin with him meeting you outside the gates of the palace. He would proudly kiss your hand before telling you he has a surprise in mind. Intrigued, you follow him to the royal stables and mount one of the stallions. 

The two of you would ride together, leaving the palace from the back gateway, towards the town. There, you would stop at one of Hal's favorite taverns. He would help you off your horse and sneak inside so no one would recognize either of you. Then, he would smuggle you a cup of his favorite ale, along with a cup for himself. 

"Aye, t tastes awful at first.  But thee'll receiveth hath used to t - stolen ale at each moment tastes the sweetest."

(Translation: "Yes, it tastes awful at first. But you'll get used to it - stolen ale always tastes the sweetest.")

Hal would make raucous jokes and indulge in some shenanigans solely to impress you. And if anyone were to look at you in the wrong way or foolishly make a move on you, Hal would knock them out with a few solid punches. At the end of the evening, Hal would make sure you reached home safely (he has a high tolerance) and courteously kiss you good night…but not without profusely thanking you for a fun time.

Prince Loki of Asgard from Thor

A walk through the gardens, and stargazing

A date with the younger prince of Asgard would begin with the two of you taking a stroll through the gardens at sunset. Eager to impress you, Loki would tell you the names of the flowers he knew and would enchant some of them to change color or shape at will. Perhaps he would even enchant a flower crown for you to wear while you walked together.

When night fell, Loki would guide you to a place in the gardens that had the best view of the sky. He'd conjure a blanket for the two of you to share while you gazed at the various constellations and planets.

"You see that one right there?" Loki points to one of the brightest stars in the sky. "That one is Leidarstjarna, which Midgardians might call the North Star. Since it's always in the north, sailors there would use it as a form of navigation. And that one…" Loki chuckles, turning his attention to another, even brighter star. "That one is the result of a torch I conjured out of thin air."

Since Loki would be a bit shy on the first date, unsure of how you would feel about him, you might be the one to kiss Loki goodnight first before he happily reciprocates the gesture. He would arrange for a carriage to take you home, before writing a letter the next day expressing how much he truly enjoyed spending time with you. And the letter would be delivered to you with a shapeshifting flower.

Loki, leader of the Chitauri,from The Avengers

Fine dining at a Michelin-star restaurant (but with a twist)

A date with Loki would begin after one of his triumphs on Midgard, like getting everyone at Times Square to kneel or gaining control of London's traffic (if that ever happened). He would spot you among a crowd of Midgardians and take an instant liking towards you. 

Once he had his fun, bringing the place to its knees and relishing full control, Loki would shift into the form of a peasant an ordinary citizen. (Think of the suit with the special scarf). He would approach you when you're alone, carrying his scepter in one hand. 

"You have nothing to fear, pet," Loki calmly spoke. "I only wish to get to know you. If you give me what I ask for, I promise not to hurt you.  All I ask is one evening of your company. Surely you could do that for your leader?"

Once you'd accepted his offer, Loki would lead you towards a glamorous building in the city. From the corner of his eye, he saw a well-dressed man eating with a woman inside the building, and figured that he ought to do something similar with you. You told him it was one of the most famous fine dining establishments in your city.

Once the two of you were inside, Loki summoned his scepter (containing the Mind stone) and used it to coerce the maître d' into giving you two the best seats in the restaurant and the finest entrées for free.

Loki would find himself picking at the food and ocassionally during the dinner, he would clutch his forehead with a strange stinging pain. He would never tell you what it was, but he would know it was the effect of Thanos controlling his mind. However, Loki would be surprisingly civil with you, letting you do most of the talking.

The date would end with Loki giving you a passionate, kiss, cupping both of your cheeks and savoring the taste of your lips. As you walked away, after he bade you good night, Loki watched you leave. He swore to himself that he would never forget you. And that when all of the battles were over and Midgard was finally his, he would come back for you. 

Loki, rightful king of Asgard and Jotunheim, from Thor: The Dark World and Thor: Ragnarok

Spending time at a Midgardian bookstore, with dessert afterward

A date with Loki would begin with the two of you going to one of your favorite bookstores. The two of you would show each other passages from books that you liked, books that made you cringe, and books that made you emotional. Loki would ask you about modern literature, and anything else he wants to know about 'Midgardian cultures'.

"What's so special about this William Shakespeare? I know he wrote a little tragedy about two teenagers, but he cannot be famous just for that."

"He wrote many plays - comedies, tragedies, and histories as well." You pass him a book titled 'Hamlet'. "It isn't my personal favorite, but it's quite famous."

Loki pages through the book, his eyes widening from time to time. After a while, he closes it. "Ophelia deserves better, and most of the men in this story are awful beings."

And since I believe that Loki has a large sweet tooth, he would definitely want to try out the pastries that Midgard has to offer. Depending on the shop, Loki would order a selection of sweets (pistachio baklava, strawberry cream pastries, opera cake, I've got a whole list of delicacies he might like) and enjoy it when you feed him a few bites. (Yes, he might consider the whole 'feeding each other' to be too cliché and cheesy, but he would love it as a form of intimacy.)

Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout

Milkshakes at a diner

A date with Bill Hazeldine would begin with him borrowing his parents' car to pick you up from your place. Out of politeness, he would make small talk with your family if they were around. Bill is chivalrous; he would open the car door for you, close it for you, and make sure you were okay in the car.

(Random addition: Bill would go all the way to impress his date, especially if it was his first date with them. He would use hair product, a new cologne that he bought after seeing a television advertisement for it, and a face cream that some actor called his 'go-to product'.)

Bill would take you to a greasy spoon/diner outside Little Stempington, one of the popular ones frequented by young couples. After the two of you have been seated and have placed your orders, Bill would ask you icebreaker questions (some of which were probably suggested by his dad) like "Do you have any celebrity crushes or fantasies? (you both had a good laugh over that one) and "What's the one movie you could never get tired of seeing?"

If you were interested, Bill would be eager to share a milkshake with you, using two straws just like lovebirds in movies. (His favorite flavor? Neapolitan or Banana Split) And when you're not looking, Bill would sneak a few coins into the jukebox just to play a song performed by your favorite band/artist.

"Oh my goodness!" You exclaimed with a big smile as soon as you realized what was playing. "I love this song!"

Bill proudly grinned. "Yeah, I had the jukebox play it for you."

"Bill, that's so sweet of you." You kissed his cheek, causing him to blush furiously. 

"Maybe it could be our song, in honour of this date."

The date would end with Bill dropping you off at home at a reasonable hour, like 9:30 PM. He would kiss your hand, bid you (and your family) good night, and then leave you a small voice message telling you how much he enjoyed the date. Maybe you'll have a walk in the park next time, or a movie date.

Caius Marcius Coriolanus from the play Coriolanus

Home-cooked dinner with serious conversations

A date (or rather an evening of courting) would begin with him going to your home (or you going to his place) for a vesperna (a light supper). After both of you had freshened up, the servants would pour some wine for you and offer some olives, cheese, and salted fish as an appetizer.

Coriolanus would eat slowly, taking a long time before he breaks the silence. He is a man of few words, and does not see the point in unnecessary conversation. However at some point - perhaps when the prima mensa (main course) arrives - he would ask you about your background, your education, and your beliefs. He would listen to everything, and offer his own opinions when necessary. And when the secunda mensa (second main course, usually dessert) was served, Coriolanus would excuse himself from the table…only to return with something else.

"A present for you, my lady." Coriolanus extended his hand across the table, revealing a diamond pendant with a gold chain in his palm. 

"I couldn't…this is far too much, General."

Coriolanus rose from his chair and clasped the pendant around your neck. "It complements you well. And I believe you have earned it - not once did you show impoliteness or crude etiquette. I would…I…I want…"

"What do you want, General?"

"I want you to call me Caius" His fingers found their way to the ends of your hair. "And I want…I want to see you again."

Caius Martius rubbed his eyes, his elbow perched against the wooden desk. The longer he looked at the document, the more the letters upon the parchment began to smudge into meaningless blobs of ink. None of it made sense to him to begin with, the senate's ideas about opening the granaries to the plebeians. They wanted to let those cretins take resources of the city into their own filthy hands, and for what? Because they cried like infants and claimed they were starving? They did not deserve such privilege to go and march, but rather they should have been grateful for their lot. Take it up with the gods themselves, if they have such a problem.

He had never wanted to be in politics. If it were up to him, Caius would simply lead another campaign, perhaps one that would kill even more barbarians than the one that earned him the title of Coriolanus. But his dear mother coaxed him into running for the Consul. He saw the gleam in her eyes when she narrated tales of how all of Rome would be at his feet were he to be elected, how he could have unlimited power. Out of the devotion that he once bore towards her, Caius honored her wish. and after quelling two stupid riots from Brutus, he finally won.

The memory slowly returned to him as he slowly felt his eyelids grow heavy. When the results were announced, his mother expressed so much emotion that she embraced Caius over and over again, ordered for a banquet, and even bought him a new slave to aid him in his duties. And that was how you entered Caius's life. You were made his personal slave to accompany him to meetings, collect things on his behalf, and keep his study clean, to name a few of your duties.

"Dominus (master)?"

Caius's eyes flew open. You placed a cup of water before him, with one hand gently perched upon his forearm. Once he was fully awake, you quickly removed your touch and went to light a candle in another part of the room. Caius could only gape as the small flame illuminated the room, allowing him to finally see all of you. Wearing a sleeveless red and orange stola, you delicately placed the candle far away from any parchment. 

"You were falling asleep at your desk, my lord. Shall I bring some food for you?" You politely asked, turning to him.

"No."

"Wine, dominus?"

"It won't help."

With a quiet nod, you went about tidying any papers or quills that were strewn about out of place. Just then, Caius's voice pierced through the air like a sword. 

"Stop." He ordered. "Let me look at you."

You did as told, turning to face your master without flinching. 

Caius drank in every detail of you: the way your shoulders and chest lightly rose and fell with each breath, the way your eyes barely fluttered in his presence, and the way your lips…your lips, perfectly shaped, gently pressed together. You did not appear to fear him…nothing like his wedded Virgilia, who insisted upon weeping profusely whenever he came to her. He had thought that entering politics would assuage her fear for his mortality, but to no avail. Over time, Caius began to detest hearing Virgilia's sobs, as did his mother, and strangely found comfort in the fact that his work often kept him away from her. 

And as another blessing, you were given to him as a result of his entry into politics. You, who did not tremble before him, bearing the calm strength of a swan. You stayed awake to keep him company, while Virgilia never stayed for long in his presence. You silently stood without trepidation, while Virgilia wailed as if she were already a widow.  Caius curled his fingers, his breath ragged. You were better than her, more devoted. You were the one he needed close now…perhaps you would be a better Roman wife than Virgilia, though Caius knew he was getting ahead of himself. Still, Caius knew he wanted you more than he wanted any other woman in his life. He needed to touch you, to feel you, to…

"Go."

Without a word, you bowed and retreated. You untied your hair and took a deep breath. It had truly been a long day, and now you would finally get some much-deserved sleep. But just as you mustered a yawn, you were startled by a bright candle held close to your face. When you turned around, your eyes widened at the sight of your master, Caius Martius Coriolanus, holding the burning candle close to your chest. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, though you knew it was too late to scream.

Your eyes darted about the study, and you swiftly backed away…only for Caius to grab your wrist. You looked up and forced yourself to see the dark, mad glint in his tired eyes.

"You belong to me, remember that." Caius menacingly reached for your hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of your knuckles, yet something about this seemingly courteous gesture felt…horrifying. "I will not hurt you," Caius whispered. "I need you."

"You need sleep, dominus."

Caius threw the candle onto the floor, causing the flame to disappear with a hiss.