#mafia loki

There’s a certain silence that settles around you when you walk through the city. Not fear – not exactly. Just… space. As if people know not to stand too close. As if your perfume might bite.

You used to think it was strange how doors opened too quickly. How eyes dropped the second yours lifted. How people, grown, hardened people, stepped back when you stepped forward.

But then again, most people don’t have Loki Laufeyson’s name curled like smoke around their own.

Loki’s girl.

You hear it sometimes, behind you, in whispers under their breath, but never to your face.

And yet, they all listen.

Because the name alone is a threat, because you belong to the man who once burned down an entire club because someone made you uncomfortable on the dance floor, the man who shattered a man’s jaw with the base of a class, calm as you please, for touchnig your wrist when you passed him a message.

But to you?

To you, he’s just Loki.

The man who makes you tea when you can’t sleep. Who tugs your legs into his lap while reading through bloodstained contracts? The man who says, “go if you want to” instead of “stay”.

It never felt like a cage. It felt like home, until today.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You sure you don't want one of the guys to go with you?”

Your bodyguard, Emil, is parked against the doorframe like always, arms crossed. You’re standing in front of the mirror fixing the buttons on your coat. A deep green one, Loki’s favourite. Not that he ever said it. But you noticed the way his eyes lingered when you wore it. Like he was seeing something he wasn’t sure he deserved.

You glance at Emil’s reflection. “It’s a cash drop. Two streets over. You think I'm gonna get mugged in broad daylight?”

“No,” Emil confirmed. “I think someone might be stupid.”

He doesn't elaborate. He never does.

“I’ll be fine,” you say gently. “I'm just dropping the envelope and checking in. Ten minutes.”

Emil sighs but follows you out anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~

You’ve never understood the way fear follows you like a ghost. 

No one dares touch you. The underworld knows better. You’ve sat in rooms with gun runners, cartel heirs, exiled kings, all of them looked at you with the same flat expression.

Because you are not you. You are his. You are because of association. War, if necessary.

That's why the drop today is simple. Routine.

You walk into the club, still shut during daylight hours, with the brown envelope in hand. You nod to the man at the bar. You say the name you were told. He disappears to get someone. Emil stays just outside the front entrance, per usual, giving you privacy but close enough to act.

You wait. Then he walks in.

You’ve seen him before, part of the Cerdani crew. Mid-tier muscle. Young.  Cocky. His name escapes you, but you remember the arrogant smirk. The one that lingered too long last time. The one that made Emil put a hand to the back of your waist and push you behind him.

“Didn’t expect you,” he says, stepping close.

You maintain a flat but polite expression.

“Just dropping off. Where's Arlo?”

The man shrugs. “Late. Got time to talk?”

“No,” you say firmly, placing the envelope on the table. “Tell Arlo it’s been handled.”

He reaches out. His hand brushes your wrist, not a grab, not exactly. But not gently either.

“Don’t be rude now,” he insists. “You’re just as pretty in the daylight.”

Something sharp flickers through your chest. Something unwelcome.

You step back. “I’d suggest you reconsider that tone.”

A laugh. “Or what? You gonna pout and run back to your king?”

There it is. Loki. Always hanging in the air like static. You open your mouth, not to threaten but to end it, when the man grabs your elbow.

It's not hard, but his fingers close over your coat and pull until you’re on the floor.

And then it happens fast.

The sound of boots. The blur of Emil is behind you. The crack of bone. A grunt. The man hits the floor with a thud and a wet breath of pain.

Blood trickles from his mouth.

The second man in the room, one of his own, looks terrified.

“I told you not to touch her!” he shoots, backing away. “I told you, you idiot, do you know what you’ve done?”

He's not talking to you. He's not apologising to you. He’s afraid of what your presence represents. He’s scared of Loki.

~~~~~~~~~~

You sit in the back of the car, heart still thudding. Emil drives like a maniac. There’s a bruise forming on your elbow where you hit the edge of the table—a scrape on your knee from the floor. Your lip is bleeding from where you bit it.

“Don't tell him,” you say quietly. “Please. Don't–he’ll make a scene.”

Emil doesn’t answer. You look at him, and he continues to stare straight ahead. Your heart sinks.

“He already knows,” he says.

~~~~~

The house is quiet. Too quiet. You know what that means.

Loki’s estate is rarely loud, but there's always something going on. The rustle of tailored shoes over marble, the clink of crystal in the kitchen, the low rumble of a voice too carefree to laugh too loudly in his presence.

Now? Nothing.

Even Emil slows his steps as he opens the door and ushers you in.

You want to disappear into the walls, to make it to your room and wash the blood from your lip and pretend this never happened. You want to crawl under the silk duvet and lie to yourself.

But you don’t make it two steps before you feel him.

Not hear. Feel like ice flooding the air. The click of his shoes comes from the west corridor—the echo of unimaginable power.

You turn. He steps into view and stops.

His eyes move over you in silence. Once. Twice. You know what he sees. The tear in your coat, the smell of dried blood at your mouth, the way you hold your arm to ease the ache in your wrist.

His gaze lingers there. His face doesn’t change. But something shifts behind his eyes, like a wire snapping under pressure.

“Who,” Loki says, voice lethal. “Did this to you?”

You open your mouth, but no words come out for a breath.

“It wasn’t–”, you try, but the sentence dies.

Loki walks forward. Not fast, not dramatic, controlled.

That's what should scare you the most: he isn’t shouting, he isn’t flustered, he's composed.

He stops in front of you and lifts your chin with two careful fingers. Tilt your face into the light.

You swallow. His eyes track every scratch, every invisible pain.

He speaks with surprising softness,” Was it one of ours?”

You blink, “Loki–”

“Emil, answer me.”

“Verdani crew. One of the younger ones,” your bodyguard answered immediately.

“Emil stopped it before–before it got worse.”

A pause. Loki’s jaw ticks. “I want a name.”

“No,” you say quickly. “It's handled. He knows he crossed a line; it's not worth the blowback.”

“Not worth it?”

He steps back like he's been slapped. Like you've told him, you don't want to be his anymore.

“You walk into my home marked with another man’s hands, and you tell me it’s not worth it?”

His voice is rising now and not yelling, but unravelling—that quiet restraint fraying at the edges.

“I'm fine,” you insist. “It wasn't like that, he grabbed my arm, said some things–”

“He laid a hand on you.”

Loki looks away for the first time, trying to take a steadying breath, then turns to Emil.

“Find him.”

“He’s already being tracked,” Emil answers. “But indeed, your call before anything permanent.”

Loki's smile is thin. “Leave no doubt.”

You flinch, just slightly. Loki sees it.

And just like that, all the rage drains from him. His shoulders sag, jaw unclenches.

“I'm sorry,” he says, voice mellow. “I don't mean to frighten you.”

“You don't,” you say quickly, stepping forward, reaching for him.

He closes the distance, slower this time, being cautious of his actions.

“You think I'm angry at you?”

You don't answer. He exhales hard. Frustrated with himself.

“I'm furious, yes. But not at you. Never at you, darling.”

His hands reach for yours, gently. He lifts your wrist and runs his thumb lightly over the tender skin. His eyes close as if it physically pains him.

“I could burn this city to the ground,” he says with as much malice as possible. “And it still wouldn't be enough.”

You shake your head, throat tight. “Please don't do anything reckless. I'm okay. I'm just… shaken.”

He leans down and presses his forehead to yours. Breathes.

“Then let me be the one who shakes the world for you.”

You can feel the thunder beneath his skin. The tremble he’s trying to hide, not from rage but from fear. Because something dated to touch what he loves, and it shattered that safety blanket he’d created around you.

He kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, avoiding the cut.

And in a whisper that sounds more like a vow than a plea: “You're mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”

~~~~~~~~~~

You don't see him for the rest of the night. After he kissed your temple, after he whispered in like it was sacred, and a sentence, Loki disappeared without another word. No dramatic flurry of coats, no slamming doors.

Just gone.

You sit in his study, the one with the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and that ridiculous velvet chair he always insists matches the aesthetic. The fire crackles low behind you. Someone left a steaming cup of tea on the table nearby. You don't drink it.

You stare at your hands instead. They’re shaking.

~~~~~~~~~

It was only a bruise, just a scrape. You've had worse falls off your bike as a kid. But it's not the pain that lingers. It's the look on his face. 

The look of a man who had just been handed the first real crack in the fortress he had built around his empire. The first sign that someone believes he could be challenged.

That someone dared lay hands on what was his.

What if he never lets you outside again? What if he doesn’t trust you to continue helping the business? What if you're more trouble than you're worth?

The thoughts give you more anxiety as you sit there and repeatedly overthink and spiral.

You’re still curled on the velvet chair when Emil returns, silent as ever. His gloves are off, which you know means whatever needed to happen… happened.

He stands in the doorway like he doesn't want to interrupt a private moment. Eventually, he clears his throat.

“It’s done.”

You glance at him. “How bad?”

Emil’s eyes flicker. “He’s breathing. Loki made it a point to leave him conscious. Said he wants him to feel everything.”

You close your eyes. Guilt curls in your stomach. “It was just a warning,” you whisper. “He didn’t even hit me. Just grabbed me.”

Emil’s voice is steel. “He touched you. That’s not something people survive in this world.”

You open your mouth, but there’s nothing left to say. A few minutes pass in silence before you hear the door again.

And this time, it's him.

Loki enters with no entourage, his coat now gone. His shirt sleeves are rolled, forearms bare and marred with fresh red streaks where blood was hastily wiped away.

Not his blood. He looks calm, but in a quiet, eerie way, as if he’s settled into the violence.

“Leave us,” he says to Emil.

Without question, Emil goes.

The study door shuts with a quiet finality.

You stand. “Loki–”

“I told them what would happen if anyone ever put their hands on you.”

His voice is low, not angry but tired.

You walk toward him, arms crossed over your ribs. “He didn’t know–”

“He knew,” Loki snaps, eyes flashing. “They do all.”

You look away, but out of the corner of your eye, you can see his expression softening in an instant. “I'm not upset with you. I need you to believe that, love.”

“I know,” you whisper, still glaring into the fire. “But this doesn't feel right.”

He steps closer, tilting his head. “You feel guilty.”

You nod. “Because someone got hurt over me. Because I caused chaos. Again.”

Loki’s mouth twists into something bitter. “You didn’t cause this. You existing peacefully under my name does not warrant being handled.”

You look down at your sock-covered feet. “Still…”

Suddenly, his hands are on your arms, firm but grounding.

“You belong to me,” he says, low and dangerous. “That's not a metaphor. That's not a weakness. It's true. You're the only thing in this world I haven't lied about or twisted for gain. You are mine. And when someone dares to leave a mark on what’s mine, I do not let it slide.” 

You look up at him. “And what if I don't want blood in my name?”

He pauses. Something flickers through his expression. “I'm trying,” he says carefully. “To find a way to protect you without destroying everything around us. But I don't know how else to show the world what you are to me.” 

You bite your lip, refraining from tucking a stray black hair behind his ear that had fallen out of place. “Just… be you. Not the man they fear. Be the man I know.”

For a long second, neither of you moves. Then he exhales. “I’ll try,” he says finally. “But you have to promise me something in return.”

You arch a brow. He cups your cheek. “Don't ever hide pain from me again.”

Your throat tightens.

“Even if it's just a scrape,” he continues. “Even if you think it's nothing. Let me decide what matters. Because if I lose you–”

He stops himself. But you hear what he doesn't say. If I lose you, I won't survive it.

That night, he doesn't leave your side. He bathes you in silence, dressing your bruise himself with practised fingers. His touch is worshipful as if he's trying to erase what someone else left behind. 

He doesnt kiss you, he doesnt fuck you, just holds you, abnd it's just what you needed.

~~~~~~~~

The darkness doesn't come quietly. It crashes down in waves, sharp breaths that catch your throat, shadows that thin into shapes you wish you could forget. 

The feeling of his hand roughly grabbing you, his smirk ever imprinted into your brain.

You wake, choking, heart pounding, limbs tangled in cold sheets.

At first, the silence is almost worse than the nightmare, the echo of emptiness in the room where Loki’s presence should be.

You reach out instinctively, fingers grasping at the empty space beside you. There’s nothing but the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

A shiver runs down your spine. You need him not just for the safety his name commands, but because without him, the world feels like it's collapsing.

Minutes later, you hear the soft click of the door, followed by the subtle weight of footsteps. Loki slips inside without a word, shedding the coldness of the outside world like a second skin.

His eyes find yours in the dark.

“No need to pretend you're alright,” he reassures, his voice a low rumble meant only for you.

You swallow past the lump in your throat and, with a shaky breath, say, “I'm scared.”

He moves closer, settling beside you, the heat from his body chasing away the chill. For a moment, he says nothing. Then, in that rare stillness where all the walls drop away, he admits, “I'm struggling, too.”

Struggling not to overwhelm you. Not to cage you. Not to lose himself in his desire to keep you safe. His hand finds yours beneath the sheets, fingers intertwining like a lifeline.

“Tell me,” he whispers, “how do you want to be protected? How can I make you feel safe without breaking you?”

The vulnerability in his voice makes your heart ache. You draw a shaky breath and grip his hand tighter, the steady pressure grounding you.

“I want to feel like I'm choosing this,” you say, voice hesitating. “Not trapped. Not silenced.”

He nods slowly, his eyes dark and fierce with a promise. “Then I’ll listen,” he agrees. “And I’ll follow your lead. Whatever you want. Whatever you need, consider it done.”

You lean into him, pressing your forehead against his chest, breathing in the steady beat of his heart.

For the first time since the attack, you feel a flicker of peace. Here, wrapped in his arms, you know you're not just his shielded girl. You're his partner. His queen. And together, you will face whatever storms come.

It took some time, but eventually you both seemed to sigh in relief, melting further into each other's arms until Loki stood and began to remove his nightrobe.

The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of candles casting dancing shadows on the wall. Silk sheets pool around your bare skin, cool against the heat simmering inside you.

Loki watches you from the edge of the bed, his head tilting to kiss your temple, savouring your warmth, scent and taste. You lean into the touch, tilting your face back to kiss the tip of his chin.

Loki’s darkening eyes dance across your face, memorising every pore before kissing you carefully, breathing you in completely.

You mewl at the touch of his lips, nose pressing to his cheek as you raise onto your knees to push your body closer to his, arms circling his shoulders. His hands cupped your jaw, holding you in place as he delved deeper.

Tongues clashing together in a dance of lust, you both release a moan, breathing as one. He tasted of whiskey. And Loki.

A hand of his lowered, over your spine and to your hip and with ease, pushed you back into the centre of the bed, his body covering yours. You wiggle beneath him, legs moving to tuck around his waist, needing him closer.

It was always like this with Loki, from vulnerability and emotions to devouring each other with lust. From the moment you met at a gala, the chemistry had been off the charts. Overwhelming to you both.

This is why you are always so willing to submit to him. He may treat you as the queen to his mafia kingdom, but the moment you’re both alone, you’re melting into a puddle with a “yes, sir,” feebly from your mouth.

“Tonight,” he says between kisses, “I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to. Why, you are mine.”

His fingers find yours, locking together until you’re palm to palm, and he’s pushing your hands above your head. “Remember your safe words, love?” he asks as he moves his mouth to your throat, nipping and licking idle paths.

“Yes, sir. Red, yellow or green.”

“Good girl,” he praises sincerely, rocking his hips against yours so that you’re able to feel the hardness throbbing beneath his only item of clothing, his boxers.

You tip your head back as you feel a tickle against your inner wrist and watch in amazement as Loki uses a form of magic to create restraints made of green silk. The material attaches to the bed post and encircles your hands and wrists, tugging them until they’re spread out and pinned.

Loki’s fingers tug on your chin, forcing your eyes back to him, but you’re welcomed with the sight of not just one Loki, but two.

Two Lokis. One is still hovering over your body, and the other is smirking down over his shoulder. 

God, you loved his magic.

You’re a whimpering mess already. Hips rising off the bed to try and grind against him, but Loki is already lowering himself down onto his knees.

Green eyes are locked on yours with feral intensity, lips parting as your clothes suddenly vanish away in the blink of an eye.

Both Loki’s groan at the sight of you naked, your arousal already gleaming between your legs.

The other Loki finally lowers himself, kissing along your collarbones, your shoulders, your throat as your body trembles, aching with need.

“Beg for me,” one Loki drawled.

Your lips part, breath shaky. “Please… I need you.”

They share a knowing glance, a silent command.

The Loki between your spread legs lowers his mouth, his fingers spreading your labia as his lips seal around your clit, sucking harshly until you’re arching off the bed, trying to wiggle away from the quick burst of sensation.

But his arms hook around your thighs, keeping your lower half down on the bed.

The second, Loki’s hand then roam your body, pinching your nipples, massaging your breasts. That wicked tongue of his then followed with licks and bites, every touch designed to push you closer to the edge.

“Loki–Sir–Please–”

The Loki between your legs hums at your whimpers, always loving to hear you beg.

His tongue is skilled, hardening to apply firm massages to your clit, before licking softly up the length of your cunt, needing to drink all of your juices.

Your body clenches, spiralling toward release, and then breaks apart in the first of many shattering orgasms, moans spilling from your lips as Loki’s name falls in desperate pleas.

But they don’t stop. One Loki is devouring your upper body, from your mouth, to your throat, to your breasts and hips. The other Loki, your lower half, biting your inner thighs, tongue touching every inch between your legs.

Two thick fingers then push inside of you as he doesn’t relent with his target on your clit, even though it was throbbing. 

“Such a good girl,” one Loki whispers, voice thick with praise. “You take it so well, darling, my beautiful, perfect girl.”

“Please–more,” you beg, trembling, breathless and already delirious. “I need more… please don’t stop…”

Loki’s eyes darken with possessive fire as he answers, voice firm yet full of adoration, “You’re mine to break and heal. But be careful, love– too much and you’ll lose yourself.”

His hands never falter. Fingers curl deeper inside you as the other Loki’s tongue flicks teasingly over your most sensitive spots, driving you higher.

Your hips buck uncontrollably, your body shaking with the next orgasm. Your arms pulling relentlessly at the restaints as the waves of pleasure pulse through your cunt.

You sob through your second. Your third has you clawing at your restraints, your body arching off he bed, slick and shaking and undone.

“Please,” you continue to beg, voice hoarse. “I need–Ii need more, Loki, please fuck me…”

“Yeah? My sweet girl wants me to fuck her?” one of them growls, voice low. “Greedy little thing. You don't even know your limits, do you?”

You shake your head, delirious. You can't see anymore. Just feel, heat, hands, mouths, voices. Trust.

“Good girl,” the Loki between your legs purrs against your soaked pussy. “Take every bit of it. That’s it. Give yourself to me.”

When your fourth orgasm rips through you, you scream his name. The restraint magic tightens to keep you from hurting yourself. Your body is boneless, but your mind is gone, floating in subspace.

Everything is muffled. Your lips move but make no sound. Your thighs twitch with aftershocks, clenching around nothing. And still, you're begging. 

“Loki…” you whimper, barely aware of the words. “More, please, more!”

The Loki currently sucking on your nipple disappars, leaving just the Loki between your legs as he rises to his knees, looking down at your wrecked body.

“Begging when you’re barely conscious,” he grunts as he slowly crawls over your body, the weight of him making you feel anchored for the first time all night. “My poor, desperate darling. You’re gone, aren’t you? Floating away in that head of yours. But you can take more, can’t you?”

You whine, nodding your head desperately, wrists flexing against the restraints as he settled between your legs, cock pressing against your overstimulated entrance.

“Do you want my cock now,?” he teases. “After everything I've given you?”

You nod pathetically, tears now streaking down your cheeks, lips parted and shaking. “Please, sir…”

That does it. 

He thrusts into you hard, one deep, punishing stroke that knocks the air from your lungs. Your pussy clamps down around him, still pulsing from the orgasms you’ve already had. You scream his name again, broken and raw.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight. So perfect,” Loki growls, panting into your neck. “Your body doesn't know when to stop, does it? So wet for me.” 

He fucks you hard and merciless.

The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. Your thighs tremble, clenching together, too tight, your body struggling to keep up, but you don't care.

“Hurts so good…” You whisper, though you don't want him to stop.

Loki curses under his breath, eyes dark with something feral.

“Oh darling, you’re ready gone, aren’t you?” he says softly, slowing just slightly, fingers bruising tears from your cheeks, “too deep in it to even think. All because of me.” 

You nod, choking on a breathless moan. Another orgasm builds, unwanted but unstoppable, your body clenching around him as you spiral into a place where nothing else exists: just heat and breath and him.

When you cum again, it rips the world away from you.

You go limp, boneless beneath him. Your arms twitch in their bindings but barely move. Your lips are parted, eyes glazed, murmuring half words through the high.

He stops instantly. The restraints fall away.

“Shh, darling,” Loki whispers, catching your head in his hands. “Come back to me,” you barely hear him.

He pulls out gently, magic already flicking warm towels and water into the air. He cradles you in his lap, rocking slightly, brushing your damp hair from your face.

“You did so well,” he praised, kissing your temple. “You took everything I gave you. So perfect. My good girl.”

You whimper, pressing your face into his chest. “I've got you now. You’re safe. Let go. Breath with me.”

Your body shudders again, this time from the come down, the fragility of it all. But Loki just holds you tighter. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You don't remember when the trembling stopped.

You're cradled in Loki’s lap now, wrapped in the warmth of one of his shirts, the scent of him soaking into your skin. His heartbeat thumps steadily beneath your ear, the only rhythm you can focus on.

He whispers against your hair. “You did so well for me.”

Your fingers curl against his chest, barely able to lift your head.

“I couldn’t stop,” you croak. “Even when it hurt, I just… needed you.”

He hushes you gently, cupping your cheek and kissing the corner of your mouth.

“That wasn’t weakness,” he says. “That was trust. You gave yourself to me, and I will never take that lightly.”

He shifts, reaching for a glass of water and holding it to your lips.

“Drink for me, love.”

You do, slow, small sips, and he whispers praise with each one. Then he lifts you again, carrying you to the bathroom with effortless strength for a god. You don't fight it. You can't. He sets you in a warm bath, magic already at work, softening the water with calming herbs.

Loki washes your body with quiet calm. No teasing or dominance remains.

Just love.

Once he’s dried you off and you're back in bed, curled into his side beneath a mountain of covers, you finally speak again. “I feel like I belong here.”

Loki turns to look at you, and like the beginning of the night, there's something guarded in his expression. 

“You always have.”

He couldn't even begin to describe how much he despised seeing you with another man and why. He can't do it. He can't have you. He knows better than to repeat that whole falling in love and dating nonsense.

........Right?

But then why does it feel as if the adrenaline pumping through his veins would burst out even at the thought of you being with another man?

The sound of your echoed laughter pulled him out of his trance as he took in the dreadful sight in front of him - that guy, whoever he was- he didn't see his face as he had his back towards him, had his hands all over you, as you danced in his hands.

He had to do something.Why? He had no clue.

He saw him walking towards the bar as you too went there after a few minutes and he gave you a drink.

"Y/N?" Loki said as he approached you from behind "Oh, hey" "Would you mind if I talk to him for a second" he said referring to Marc "Uh, sure go ahead"

He took Marc and walked away till he was out of sight and as soon he was... "Do you know who I am ?" "Y-yes I do, Mr. Laufeyson" "Good. And know this, if I see you with her for even a millisecond from now, you'll be history. And if you even think about harming her, I'll make you beg for death" he growled. The fear was evident in the boys eyes as he heard this. "I'll count till seven...run. 1...2.." before he could reach till 5 the boy ran for his life.

Then Loki returned to you and sat on the bar stool beside you "Enjoying ourselves, are we?" he said, a tiny smirk playing on his lips "More than I thought I would... Where's Marc ?" "You seem to like him a lot, huh?" he said, controlling his jealousy. "I was just asking cuz he went with you....then he didn't so" you said with a shrug "And he never would." this made you visibly confused "I mean, he received a call and he had to go... who knows when you're gonna see him again" "Hmm...fair enough

Standing up, he offered you his hand to you with a little bow "May I have the privilege of sharing this dance with you, my lady?" he said making you blush deeply. "You may" you took his hand as he lead you to the dance floor.

Both of you swayed in each other's arms, uncaring of the world around you as you twirled and dipped.

Much to your surprise, and not in a pleasant way, you started feeling dizzy and lightheaded after sometime. Your body seemed like it was about to go limp. "Loki ...I ..I feel.." you started "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he said

"I..I sort of...I just.." before you could complete your words you went down like a stone but luckily for you, Loki was your night in the shining armour.... again. He, almost instinctively, picked you up, not letting your head hit the floor as a wave of concern washed his face

"Y/N? Y/N!? Darling, wake up!" he tried but it was to no avail. He signalled one of his guards and then moved out of the crowded hall, picking you up in his arms effortlessly as he carried you to his car with his guard backing you up from close behind.

The chauffeur opened the car door for him as he laid you down in the backseat. His mind was running a hundred miles per second. 'What happened to you?' ; 'Is someone behind it or is it just some deficiency of the body?' ; 'And if someone is indeed there, who could it be?' ; 'Could it be the kidnappers from earlier?' ; 'Could it be .....' then it hit him.

His nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Darling, please open your eyes. Please" he said, sounding almost desperate. But it was again in vain. Then he turned to the chauffeur "You know where we need to go. There's only one accurate place" he said to him "Yes, sir" the chauffeur said with a nod and started the limo.

Loki tried all he could, from gently patting your cheek to restless attempts of calling you by your name but nothing seemed to he helping.

After sometime, the car stopped in front of what seemed like a lab. Loki stepped out the limo and a man wearing a white lab coat, with short brown curls and specs walked out with a smile on his face

"Laufeyson, after so many days! What's up? Everything okay, I hope?" he said, offering a hand for Loki to shake, which he did. "Hello, Bruce. Everything was okay, a few hours ago, but now ... you'll have to do your job, Dr. Banner" he said forcing a smile on his face as he was visibly tensed because of you. He opened the car door, revealing you.

"Wait, is that ...Y/N?" Bruce said, surprised "Uh, yes? How do you know her?" Loki asked, visibly confused "I will tell you, hut not now. Better if I treat her first, don't you think?" "Yeah, right. Sure, ofcourse. But don't think that I'll drop it." "Obviously. I know you that much by now. Bring her to the lab"

"Hey- watch your tongue! You don't get to order me or boss me around" "I'm not doing either, just performing my job as a doctor" this earned an eye roll from Loki and a "Clearly" which was dripping sarcasm.

You were brought to the lab and laid on the strecher as Bruce took your pulse and did all the essential things needed to be.

"She's been drugged"

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The haze of the club seeped through the walls and into the lungs of every guest attending that night. The air was heavy with deep breaths and sighs. The music was so loud and deep you only had yourself for company; because no one else could hear anything you could or would be saying.

The large hall was dark, with vintage speakeasy furnishings and two bars that boasted to have every drink imaginable. There were private booths in the back that were separated by curtains of red and chrome. Curls of smoke could be seen wafting out when the curtains were pushed back to reveal secrets and obscurities.

Beyond that were the private rooms of the owners where they conducted their daily business.

The Odinsons. They were brothers from an old family, with ties to the royal households of Norway dating back a long time. With money stretching even further back.

Back here, the curls of smoke were thicker with lace and the music was replaced by the screams of people whom the brothers had deemed worthy of their attention. Good…and bad.

Loki had just collected his dagger from the body slumped on the floor. His second-in-command, Fandral, quickly approached him and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his blade. “Thank you, kommandør. Be a dear and dispose of the trash, will you?” Fandral nodded silently to Loki as Hogun leaped up to help him.

“Brother, if you keep killing them, we’ll never find anyone to distribute our product,” Thor said, with an amused grin. He sat with his legs crossed on the back couch, looking like a Pharoah presiding over his kingdom. His crisp white suit hung delicately along his muscular frame. Quite the opposite of Loki’s leaner figure clad in an all-black ensemble.

“Well, if we started recruiting more loyal soldater, I wouldn’t feel the need to kill them.” Loki retorted.

Just then, Lady Sif walks through the door with a tiresome expression on her face. “Another one, Loki? I just saw Fandral and Hogun carrying a black duffel bag to the back.” Loki could only shrug as he wiped his blade clean.

“There she is!” Thor yelled. “My wife. My heart.” He held out his arms for her to join him. Sif pulls out her dagger and places it against Thor’s throat.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Ooh. I love it when you’re feisty.” He says pushing the blade away from himself slowly. She swings it back his way, expecting an answer. “No, I did not.” He sighs.

Satisfied by his response, she stows her blade and sits on his lap. Loki watches as Thor nuzzles up to his advisor-turned-wife, rolling his eyes at the blatant expression of love between them.

Deep down he knew he was jealous. Not of Thor, but of the connection he has with the person he found to love. But Lady Sif had always been by their side. She grew up in this life. She knows the harsh truths about sacrifice and gains. She was their rådgiver, their adviser.

Loki wanted someone outside of the chaos. Someone who doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t expect anything out of him but love and affection. That was hard to find in the line of work he was in.

He finished cleaning his daggers when Fandral opens the door and whispers to Loki, “It’s done. Volstagg is driving it to the junkyard as we speak. The front of the house needs your presence though.”

“Thank the gods. If I must stand here another minute, I might witness the creation of my future niece or nephew.” Loki whispered back, making Fandral look at what was happening on the couch. He just rolled his eyes and followed Loki out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

Closer and closer, Loki struts to the front of the house. The music got louder. The air got thinner. And his heart raced faster in time with the beat of the music.

Loki stopped at the threshold of the large hallway, flanked by Fandral and Hogun on either side. Those closest to them stopped and stared. The three were a sight for sure. All three were dressed impeccably in black slacks and dark shirts. Loki looked the most devastating of all with his shirt sleeves still rolled up and his top buttons still loose from the ‘sentencing’ he carried out moments before.

He looked around the club and saw a large sea of people swaying and gyrating to the music. It was busier tonight than usual. The locals mixed in with the tourist crowd for the summer.

A twinkling flash of gold caught his attention in the middle of the room, and he spotted you dancing on the floor.

Everyone else stared at them. Knew of them. But you- you remained unaffected and joyous as you continued swaying your body to the deep bass of the music. Loki was mesmerized. He’d never seen you in his club before. The sway of your hips made the gold sequence of your skirt catch his eye and he couldn’t look away.

As soon as they sat down, they were bombarded with attention. Some were from lower soldaters, soldiers who wanted to be in the inner circle and paid their respects. While others were of a more sexual nature. Loki ignored them all and just watched you.

He watched as your hands ran through your hair, your body moving to the beat. Your head thrown back lost in the music. He wondered if that’s how you would look, lost in passion, in between him and his bed.

You came in with a bachelorette party. The women you were with all clamoring for attention from the other clubgoers, getting drinks and compliments. You shone brightly behind them, keeping a low profile, just dancing and being protective of your friends who would otherwise end the night with some predator. Loki saw that as a positive quality of yours. Protective, loyal, caring, and gorgeous. He could see all the stares of appreciation you got every time you passed by someone.

He scoffed at the laughable attempts that were directed your way. All of which you turned down. He continued to watch you dance with your friends from one of the private booths in the back. He instructed his bartender to give you and your friends top-shelf drinks and made sure that no one else bothered you for the rest of the night.

Never, had anyone affected him this way before. Just one look at you and he was stunned. He never put much stock in fate or destiny. He always relied on his judgment and instincts. So, this fleeting moment of obsession alarmed him. “Find out all you can about her, Fandral. And don’t alert my brother of your research.” Loki asked his kommandør. Fandral and Hogun looked at each other quickly and let a sly smile pass between them.

Loki would’ve caught their little interaction, had it not been for some ingrate that tried to get handsy with you. Loki growled his displeasure from his seat.  But you quickly slapped the cretin’s hands away and pushed him off. When the lowlife tried a second time, Hogun got up to take care of the situation. He’d seen the way Loki was all night. Loki hadn’t paid a single attention to what was happening in front of him. He was too preoccupied with you. Hogun knew that if things didn’t deescalate quickly, he’d have a whole other mess to clean up.

Loki placed his hand on Hogun’s shoulder, stopping the deadly assassin from continuing. Instead, Loki made his way to you as Hogun followed behind closely. “Thor won’t like this if you make a scene, Loki,” he whispered in his ear.

“Who said I was gonna make a scene?” Loki paused with a solemn face. Hogun huffed in response. “Take that scum to the back. Make sure he doesn’t have use of those hands for the foreseeable future.” Hogun knew better than to roll his eyes at him. He simply nodded and grabbed the offending fool off by his collar.

Everyone gave Loki a wide berth as he walked right up behind you. Up till now, he’d only been watching you. But there was something about that handsy boor that stroked his possessiveness towards you.

He started to sway in time with your body. His arms snaked around your hips, as his lips came dangerously close to your ear. You were about to turn and slap whoever decided to get frisky with you until you heard Loki’s velvet voice caressing your ear, “Dance with me.”

There was a deep command laced in his tone. You had never heard a voice sound so sensual. So confident. His touch was firm but reverent. As if he were the lead dancer instructing your body on how to move. Your body relaxed into his. A sly smile formed on your face as you felt his hands trace your curves.

Loki twirled you to face him. You first noticed his eyes. They were cunning and sharp. They were also the brightest green you had ever seen. His smile was what you liked the most. His thin lips gave way to a wide smirk that promised fun and excitement. You could feel his strong arms holding you close to his body as you both swayed slowly to the fast-paced music.

“I’ve been wondering when you would make your move,” you said to him.

“So, you’ve been watching me, have you? I’m flattered.” Loki purred with a guarded smile.

“It’s hard to miss someone whose got the attention of everyone in the room.” You continued as you swayed your hips.

“Likewise, my dear. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you.” He whispered in your ear. A blush formed on your cheek from his charm. “Have a drink with me.” His tone left no room for refusal. Loki kissed your hand as he leads you back to his private booth. Everyone you passed just stared at you with judgment or awe.

He signaled to his barkeep for a drink while he held the curtains open for you to slide in. Soon after, a scantily clad woman, wearing the tightest mini skirt you had ever seen, walks up with a tray. She holds out the bottle for Loki to approve and he nods his head without taking his eyes off you. The pop of the bottle startled you and made you jump closer to his embrace. She eyed you suspiciously as she poured a gold bottle of brut with a spade on the front label. His eyes viciously glinted as he felt your body press up against his.

He snaked his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Have you ever had Armand de Brignac before?” he whispered in your ear.

“No. I can’t say I have,” you smiled as he reached for his glass, dismissing the bottle girl. Loki held it up to his lips and took a sip. His eyes noted how you looked down at his throat, watching him swallow the expensive champagne.

With closed lips, he leaned in close to you. He pressed his mouth to yours and puckered slightly opening your lips to the cool champagne in his mouth. You sucked on his kiss as the taste of the champagne coated it. It was tart with hints of fruits. The bubbles were still evident as they tickled in between your joined lips. You drank the rest of the champagne from his mouth. His hands held the back of your head steady, helping you drink from him. When you had finished, a trickle fell down your chin to your throat. He was quick to wipe it away with a hooked finger and brought it over to your mouth to lick off.

You played along with his game and wrapped your lips along the length of his finger, licking the drop of bubbly from the bend.

“Delicious, is it not?” his voice hitched.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly. “Very much so.” Your mind tried to catch up. Your body was thrumming with adrenaline and hot need. Your bodies were turned towards each other in the private booth as his hand continues to caress the hairs on the back of your head.

“Would you like another taste?” he offered, looking down at your lips. He grabbed the flute without waiting for your answer. As if he knew you would say yes. Hoped that you would say yes.

“Yes, please.” You whispered, making him smile. He brought his lips towards yours again and you happily drank his sweet champagne kisses. Your hands roamed his shirt, pulling on his shirt collar to move closer to you. When you had drank every last drop, you snaked your tongue in between his lips and tickled the roof of his mouth.

When you finished, you looked down at his throat again and your fingers traced the outlines of a snake tattoo on his neck. Loki rumbled at the feel of your fingers on him. “You dangerous creature. I don’t even know your name.” His breath smelled like the champagne, crisp apples, and fruit.

“My closest friends call me Lia,” you whispered as your fingers followed the tattoo down to his collarbone.

“My friends, if I had any, call me…” Loki started but he was soon interrupted by someone calling out your name.

“Lia!” Your cousin slid the curtains open, much to the protest of Hogun standing guard. She had on a tiara with a veil and a sash that said wifey around her shoulder. “Lia! There you are!” Rosaline glared at Loki and grabbed your hand. “We have to go. Other clubs to visit.” Rosaline gave Loki a tight smile as she pulled you out of the booth. She looks vaguely familiar, Loki thought, but couldn’t put his mind as to where he’s seen her before. The bachelorette get-up surely didn’t help his memory either.

“Ok. Ok. Hold on a second.” You told her as you scooted out of the booth. Loki held on to your other hand, not wanting to let go.

“Lia.” He called out. “Will I ever see you again?” he smiled as you got up from the booth.

“I…”

“My cousins just visiting for the wedding,” Roseline answered. You gave her an angry look for talking on your behalf. “Come on. Let’s go.” Rosaline dragged you quickly away from the private booths and back to the safety of the group of girls you came with.

“What’s the deal, Rose? I thought you wanted me to find someone tonight?”

“Yes! Someone. Just not that one.” She said as she grabbed her purse and coat. Everyone in your group was doing the same, getting ready to go to the next club.

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, do you know who that is? No, of course you don’t. Ugh. Sometimes, I hate daddy for sending you away. All these years without my bestie…”

“Rose! Who is he?” you interrupted her, as she wrapped you in your coat.

“That is none other than Loki Odinson. Part owner of this club. Along with his brother, Thor Odinson.”

“Odinson?”

“Yes! That Odinson! The same Odinson that’s rivals with the Barnes family. You know…my fiancé!” The realization made you look back to the booth you had just shared. Except this time, Loki wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by another man. Striking blue eyes and an imposing figure, clad in all white. Thor Odinson.

“Brother, I leave you alone for a couple of minutes and you cause all kinds of mischief,” Thor laughed as he sat down in the booth. Thor watched you walk away, being towed by none other than Rosaline Strange. “If I ask you to stay away from her, would you listen?”

Loki ignored his question and watched as your cousin, undoubtedly, informed you of who he was. “I saw what Fandral was researching for you. Would you like to know who she is?” Thor dangled the information in front of Loki, baiting for any response.

“Her name is Juliette ‘Lia’ Banner. Daughter of Bruce and Donna Banner. Donna, her mother, is Strange’s younger sister. Her parents both died a long time ago in an accident. They weren’t ‘in the life’ and wanted to keep their daughter out of it as well. When they passed, Strange honored their wishes and sent Juliette away to boarding school and Uni abroad to keep her safe. Apparently, she just graduated and is in town for the nuptials of her cousin Rosaline and James Barnes.”

“Barnes?” Loki said alarmed.

“Of all the juicy details I said. That’s the one you pick up on?” Thor chuckled. “She’s got too many ties for us to unravel Loki. Leave her be.” Thor warned resolutely.

“I don’t know if I can, Thor.”

“What do you mean you don’t know if you can? You have to. Or else…”

“Or else, what? Thor? Cut me off like you did Hela?”

“DAMMIT LOKI! You knew that was her decision.” Thor slammed his fist on the table making everyone in the vicinity jump. “I can’t protect you if you go after this girl. It would be a war for sure with Barnes and we don’t need that right now.”

Loki sat there quietly; watching as your group prepares to leave. “I’ve never lied to you brother…” Loki started. Thor just raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “…Regarding matters of the business and family. I’m telling you right now, that I want her.”

“How do you even know she wants you back? You can have any goddam cunt in here tonight. Hel, this whole club wants to sleep with you. Take your pick. But not her Loki!”

“If she turns to look back…”

You walked towards the front entrance, the chill from the summer night was flowing through the doors making you hold on tighter to your coat. Your cousin and her friends all laugh and beckon you outside to join them. Each step you took forward felt heavy. You couldn’t help it. One last look.

Both men stared at you as you made your exit. Shivers ran down your spine as you replayed his last words to you, ‘Will I ever see you again?’

God, I sure hope so, you thought.

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“For those cookies, I will take the risk.” Loki’s pink ears bounced as he made his way to the kitchen. A pot of coffee sat on the counter as well. Opening the cabinet where he remembered seeing Yue pull out a mug he was greeted by a line of cream cups all etched with dark lettering  “Coffee, Hot chocolate, Tea” as well as some bowls that said soup pasta, and cereal. 

Pulling out an appropriate Coffee mug and helping himself to come coffee before risking his life grabbing a few cookies from the demonic cat’s body. Was it just him or did it’s eyes look even eviler than he remembered? Maybe he should get one of those, to guard his office when he isn't around. 

“I like your informinate dishware” Loki said, flopping onto the couch next to Yue who smiled at him. 

“It’s so I don’t forget.” she said as Loki grabbed her feet draping them over his lap before,“By the way, these cookies are amazing. Totally worth the risk.”

Loki nodded as he added a healthy amount of whip cream to his cookie before taking a bite, “Jeff, my assistant, got them for me.” 

“Oh fancy you have an assistant.”

“That I do.” Loki said, taking another bite of his cookie. His free hand gently stroked her ankle as he studied the TV. The two twins were battling some crazy puppets or something. He wasn’t totally paying attention, still waking up.  

“So your assistant’s name is Jeff huh. Do you also have a name?” Yue asked. Loki paused licking sweet cream from his lips as she flashed him a cheeky grin, “See what I did there, smooth.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, She was as cute as her choice of robes and dishware, “Very” taking the last bite of his cookie he savored the taste for a moment before speaking again,  “Loki… and you?”

“Loki?” she let out a light laugh “what are you some norweedic god or something? Did you parents hate you? Like Thor I could see but… Loki? Wasn’t he like… the bad guy”

“Not bad necessarily… more like... smarter than everyone else.” 

“Still, Loki? Why not just say Hades, at least that bitch was loyal.”   

“Laugh it up, what’s your name?” 

“Yue”

He tried, but really he didn’t have much to say to that, “it fits you.” he said nodding. It did. It fit her like everything else in this apartment. It was just so… her. 

“So…” she said settling back into her couch of comfort, “Please don’t take this the wrong way but, I like this…. thing we have going.”

“Speaking of loyalty.” Loki said, raising an eyebrow, “I don’t really do relationships… I mean this has been fun, don’t get me wrong but, I’m not about to feed you some pomegranate seeds or whatever.”

“No, that’s what I mean. I like THIS” she motioned between the two of them, “No strings attached. Feeling like we don’t own anything to the other person.” 

“Well in that case I’m all for this thing we have.” 

“So you’ll keep stopping by?”

“I’m only a text away.” 

Nodding Yue pulled out her phone handing it to him, “I’m here for texting. I like to do things with my friends.” 

“Never want to get in the middle of that.” Loki said taking the phone entering his number, “I can always meet after if you're down.” 

“Deal” 

Her hand was still out so Loki took it and shook. Making it officially official. His slender fingers wrapping around her own. 

It felt like the beginning of something. But the fact was it kind of was.

The beginning of nothing. 

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“So you guys basically shook on being hook up buddies?” Sammie asked as she took a cookie from the plate that was on the table. 

“I think it’s cute” Riley said, “did you get him some snacks or are we special?”

“Well he actually got us those cookies,” Yue nodded down the now demolished plate of cookies. She had brought over to Sammie’s apartment for movie time, she would say night but it was more early evening. They were watching clueless with a bowl of carrots. And cookies because Yue refused to spend the whole night eating only healthy food even if it was for the memes. 

“He’s hot AND he gets your amazing sweets!?!” Riley moaned, “Are we sure this guy isn’t fake?” 

“Like what?” Sammie shickred, “Is he a cardboard cutout?” 

“Yes, he’s just got a cutout of Brendon Urie and I have been carrying him around pretending it’s my side piece.”

“I like how this cardboard cutout isn’t even your boyfriend. He’s a side piece which means you can sleep with other cardboard cutouts.” Sammie picked at the hole in her sock that had been slowly growing since the movie started. 

“I have Paul Rudd bringing me cake for lunch and Frank Sinatra delivering pizza for dinner.” 

“Living the dream” Riley chuckled, “Oh I have an idea! After this movie  let’s find you something to help him eat your cookie” holding up the image of a local sex shop on her google maps. “They close late like a good sex shop too.” 

“Really Riley?” Sammie said looking up at the shop skeptically. “We have like 6 other movies planned.” 

“We could always watch them after. Go on a quick adventure.” 

“Adventure!” Yue giggled, “Come on Sammie maybe we can find you something tasteful for your presentation on Monday.” 

“Yes I’m sure the Magic Cherry will have JUST what I need to help me pitch my website design on Monday.”  

“Something Leather maybe? I’m sure the party planning company will be super into it.” 

“Yue’s right, after all they ARE all about partying.” 

Sammie fought back a smile as she tossed Yue a hoodie. “Let’s just get there before they close. I don’t want to be those jerks who are there when the workers want to leave.” 

Yue nodded following her friends out bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Feeling giddy with excitement. “This is the craziest thing I have ever done.” 

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“It was the craziest thing I have ever done” 

“That’s where you have been? Doing the craziest thing ever?” Jeff asked as he came up behind Loki holding his black umbrella. Loki surveyed the dark road as they both slowly walked under the large red bridge. 

“Yep we watched this show called Gravity Falls.” 

“What?” 

“It’s a popular children’s cartoon.” 

“A children’s show?” 

“We ate cookies with whip cream.” 

“Off each other?” 

“Out of bowls,” Loki pulled out a pair of white rubber gloves from his pocket, putting them on. 

“Oh, did you… was she young?” 

“For human standards no, you know I don’t mess with anyone who is not within reason.” 

“Cookies for breakfast is the craziest thing you have ever done? Really?” Jeff sighed, closing the umbrella shaking it. Most of the rain had slowed at this point and from where they were standing it wasn’t really doing much good anyway. 

Loki chuckled slowly crouching down. Holding out his hand he waited for Jeff to hand him his cane. Which he did. “I wore a fluffy pink robe with bunny ears.”

“I guess it’s important to have new experiences.” his assistant sniffed looking around tugging his coat closer to himself. 

Loki nodded using the sharp end of his cane to poke at something. 

A dead body. Half its face already decaying in the muddy ground, eyes missing. Around it several others. All their eyes missing bits of their body decaying.

“You sent these vampires out only two days ago.” Jeff, “You think it’s the faceless?” 

“No” Loki sighed standing up, “This is something else. Something worse.” 

“What should I tell the others?” 

“Stay in packs and if anyone knows anything to come to me right away.” Loki turned surveying the site that lay before them. He had sent for the vampires from Seattle to go down to LA to check on Brandon after the LA demon hadn’t shown up for their meeting. While not unusual it hadn’t sat right with Loki. 

Now with almost ten vampires laying here dead and the rest missing he was starting to worry. If someone had overthrown Brandon they would normally approach Loki. New terf lords would want to make a truce with the most powerful Demon Lord on this continent. 

No news, in this case, meant nothing good. 

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“They have butt plugs that have tails,” Riley said holding a pretty pink and glitter one, “And a unicorn horn, I could fulfill all my little kid dreams and become a unicorn.” 

“Please don't refer to yourself as a little girl in here” Sammie frowned, “It’s weird.”

“Ok, sorry sorry.” Riley said looking over the other items on the wall. “I have been wanting to try these,” she said, pulling a pair of nipple clamps. Sammie, already feeling VERY out of place just looked down at her phone nodding.

“Get whatever you want, I just don’t want to picture you and Sam… doing stuff.” 

“Ok fine,” Riley said, grabbing ones she thought she would like before walking over to Yue who was looking over a rack of panties.

“Find anything fun?” 

“Yeah a few things, What do you think?” she asked, holding up a lacy lingerie. A pretty green color.  

“Love the color” Riley nodded before grabbing a pair of fluffy black cuffs, “Get these too,” 

“Ok but I want the pink ones,” Yue giggled thinking about the morning where Loki had dressed up in her bunny robe. He looked good in it. Under all that eyeliner and studds he was just a big dork. She found it hilarious and would do everything to keep messing with that side for her own amusement. 

“So are you guys meeting up tonight?” Sammie asked, coming up nodding toward the set Yue was holding approving. 

“No he hasn’t texted me.” 

“So what about late dinner? Gary was saying we should go out to this speakeasy place.”

“Oh let me text Sam,” Riley said, “He’s been wanting to go there. Yue you can just find your Paul Rudd while we are out.”

“Or just enjoy the company I’m with.” Yue snickered, “I don’t have to spend every night hooking up.” 

“What’s the fun in that?” The cashier chuckled as she took Yue’s things. 

“A girl needs at least one night to herself.” 

“Well you got the wrong stuff for a night by yourself.” the cashier said as she wrapped everything up, “But I do have some dildos on sale if you want some you time.” 

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Sam had responded almost immediately that he would pick the girls up. Something about a long week and just wanting to be with his lady. So rushing back to their apartment the girls quickly changed out of their jeans and hoodies into more slutty hipster attire. (A girl’s gotta dress the occasion after all) 

Once she was more speakeasy and less “I am cuddling with my two best friends watching movies” Yue grabbed her bag and walked outside her apartment. After locking her door she turned almost running into a tall dark haired man. Dressed in a red leather jacket he was smoking a cigarette. Yue’s eyes instantly went up to the man’s bold white streak that ran across the front of his black hair. Blue eyes looking down at her amused. 

“Oh, excuse me.” 

The large man shrugged holding out his cigarette pack “Want one?” 

Yue shook her head, thrusting her keys back into her purse, “I’m good thanks.” 

He nodded putting the pack away, “You’re all dressed up, going somewhere fun?” 

“Yeah just dinner with friends.” 

“Nice, I’m visiting a friend, know any good places to go?” 

“Uh well we are going to Idain Basian but if you want something more happening, maybe like Valencia street?” 

“Oh sounds good, I’m not big on waterfronts.” 

“Well I hate to break it to you but San Francisco is basically an island.” 

This earned her another chuckle. “True, well have a good night and be careful there’s a full moon out tonight, never know what crazy you'll run into.” 

Yue nodded walking toward the gate of the complex where her friends were waiting, turning back she got one last look at the man, for a moment she could have sworn it looked like his eyes glowed. 

Maybe she was watching too many cartoons. 

Or maybe he was just a bunch of gnomes in a trench coat. 

No, she was definitely watching too many cartoons. 

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