#soft!dark loki

You were fixing your hair and taking a look at the fancy dressing options for the official play, taking place in the center of Asgard, a place properly dedicated for cultural artistic exposition.

A bunch of the most famous actors throughout all of Asgard were coming to interpret roles in the huge theater near the castle, as an official tradition. Asgard is often envied in the matter of culture and in their specific field of acting art.

You've never felt more treasured, it surely felt gifting to be able to experience such an unique phenomenon, to be invited to such a thing.

And you're human. It feels a whole lot to you.

Far away from your home on Earth.

As much as it bothered you, you had to keep your mind off the annoying sting in your chest. You came here for an honorable reason, to represent as a Midgardian diplomat, settled by Thor to help him with his rules and studies for Asgard and the other realms, as he already knew you, he thought you to be the perfect fit. You don't want to disappoint.

But this loneliness is unlike any other, you can't help but wonder how your family and friends are doing, at home. You could fully say with conviction that the only friend you have is the godly Avenger that swore to protect you through your journey out of your original realm.

You were okay with it, until you had to get down and face the real world. You wore the very detailed white royal dress that most appealed to your eyes, and went downstairs to meet with the known blond just waiting for your presence, awkwardly messing with his…formal, hero cape.

He says your name with hesitance, “I'm so sorry, my friend. I truly am, I won't be able to attend the event,” he expresses, you frown and press your hand to your heart.

“What? You're the only friend I have here, am I supposed to go alone?” You're quick to ask.

“You can go with Loki,” he mentions the dark prince, you blink.

Loki wasn't a bad man to you, from what you've known of him, you're not a judgemental person, you don't like going for other people's words. But he's known on Earth for being a murderer, you watched the news, even though you weren't present during the attack you still could feel the pain that all those victims went through. It felt like you're betraying them, like you're hurting them by thinking of befriending the god.

However, since you've shown up on Asgard, Loki has been nothing but amicable to you. You just hesitated considering him a friend, whatsoever, he's a person you've —unfortunately — come to admire.

Whenever he passes by your sight is attached to him, as if you've been hypnotized, he's charming, pleasing to be around, your sense of humor matches a lot from what you've had the pleasure of discovering of him.

“Loki?” You repeat, letting the name echo through the walls of the castle. You're momentaneously afraid you've summoned him with the name.

“Yes, he's not too bad,” Thor looks a bit embarrassed of having to state so. “He's kind when you spend time with him, I know he'll treat you well. And if there's one thing my brother loves more than anything, is the events that involve acting around here. You have to see just how bright his eyes sparkle when he watches the plays, and this one in particular is one of his favorites. We used to watch it with father when we were younger.” 

You were now enchanted by Thor's description, your eyes shining at the idea of having someone acknowledged to teach you more of something you already enjoy so much, you're also a huge fan of acting, and theatrical acting was a hidden passion you've always adored. 

The thought of Loki liking this so much excites you, because you love surrounding yourself with enthusiastic people, you love seeing them being passionate about what they love. You thought it wouldn't be so bad to have a guide, it is definitely a better option than to go just by yourself, or to refuse and stay in bed for the day.

“Well…” You think for a second, looking around then coming back to Thor. “I don't see why not.” You shrug your shoulders, the blond god gives you a bright smile and says he'll catch him for you.

You wait at the entrance, looking all like a real princess waiting for her prince to take her to a royal ball. 

“This is too fancy for me,” you look down at yourself, somehow feeling a sense of imposter syndrome. Feeling unbelonging, too human for this, it's way more than you could ever dream of. “I shouldn't be here.” 

“Now, why would you say such a thing?” A low soft voice asks you from nowhere, you jolt as you turn quickly, recognizing the owner of the voice.

Loki gulps as he shares eye contact with you, glancing down at your pretty dress, you take a moment to appreciate his beautiful princely outfit, black and green, with tiny golden sparkling details. His body seemingly just fit for the measures of the clothes, you think you've lost your breath for a second. 

He smirks as he catches you staring.

“Princess?” Your heart flutters a little, you swear your legs feel a bit shaky from the endearment. 

“I'm not a princess,” you hurry to correct, your cheeks heating up against your will.

“You look just like one. You can be a princess, and if you don't like it, you have the experience for the night.” He offers his hand to you with a charming smile.

“No one would believe I'm a princess, prince Loki.” You challenge him.

“They will if I treat you like one,” he licks his lips and his eyes give you such softness you could melt again. Another pang, the betrayal, the attack on Earth.

You're the one to gulp nervously now, taking your eyes off of him and looking to the road ahead.

“You don't need to, it's fine,” and you quickly hurry to change the subject before he can protest. “Shall we go? Otherwise we'll miss the time. Nobody likes being late.”

★

You and Loki arrive at the festival together, getting off the carriage, he offers his hand again when you're exiting, like a true gentleman.

There's a lot of drinking, dancing, and singing. The theater is still empty waiting for the actors to arrive. Your excitement is likely palpable, Loki could swear he feels it radiating off of you. 

“It's okay, princess,” he says loud enough for others to hear, placing his arms around you. You blush but refuse to protest, he gives you a knowing look and a mischievous smile. “We can have our fun before the show. Let me show you around all the cultural Asgardian beauty.”

They had a lot of variable types of drinks, a lot of dancing presentations for people to watch, and the singers had the most amazing intonations that your ears could be blessed to hear. You couldn't believe how lucky you were, to be able to humanely get in touch with the art from the gods themselves.

The harp brought an etheric touch to all the singing, the harsh intoning of the words whilst they sung something in their native languages, deep voices to match their godly vocal chords. Be it from the realm they were, your heart clenched in delight from all the admiring.

Loki was an impeccable guide, showing you some popular dishes, giving you the most delectable desserts, and watching the performances with you. Thor was right, you could see the special touch he had with art, it was as if he forgot everything else around him when he got close to it. 

“This play will be my favorite,” he musters and you stop to listen, carefully. His voice is low but the smile he's wearing really makes you interested in what he has to say. It's like a secret you're two are sharing.

“What's the name of the play?” You couldn't believe Thor hadn't told you this before, you felt a bit ignorant towards the conversation. Loki puts his hands on your back again to calm your nerves down.

“The Masquerade,” he almost whispers. Like a real secret, almost as if he could read you.

“Oooh,” you teasingly express. “The Masquerade, such an interesting name, will they wear the masks?” For a second you feel dumb to ask, Loki only laughs a little and rubs your back to comfort you.

“Yes, yes, they will. I truly hope you find it as beautiful as I do.” His eyes sparkle with a sprinkle of mischief among the kindness. 

“I probably will,” you say more to yourself than to him. If he thinks it's beautiful, there's one more reason for you to like it, there's a special key to the piece, they caught someone's love before you've met it. “What's it about, anyways?”

He looks down at you due to the height difference and brings his gaze back to your eyes, deep piercing blue staring right into you, you feel a bit sick from the closeness. 

“It's…uhh,” he pauses, a bit sheepish, you never thought you'd see the infamous, 'evil' god of mischief looking embarrassed to talk about something he loves. He clears his throat. “It talks about several people meeting at a Masquerade ball, one of them, the leader, —who is the murderer, but it's a fact unknown to the characters of the play— wears a mask that resembles the face of a comical ghost, it may sound a bit silly, but it's really symbolic. It has the horror of course, putting the thrill aside.” He still blushes to say.

He continues.

“The thrill of having to discover who is responsible for the murders whilst everyone worries because their lives are at risk, you don't know which ones you trust, there's just…something about it that makes me terrified, I think that's why I'm so invested in the story.” He manages to explain to you. “But I really like it, I've even read the scripts before, a few times. I had the pleasure of reading the original one when it was created.”

Your eyes widen as he says it all. “I love these kinds of things! The mystery!” You exclaim. “I love it, and we'll get to see who's actually the murderer at the end, right? Sometimes I tend to get my intuitions wrong,” you joke.

He chuckles, a bit surprised. “Yes, of course. Where would be the fun if we never get to know who did it all?”

“And you're quite old, huh?” You give a teasing smile, he shakes his head, smiling too. “You know so many things from so many years ago.”

“Don't let this disappoint you, I hope.” There's a glint and the softness he always presents to you. You feel queasy, you feel happy. “Your mortality is not an issue here.”

As the festival went on, even the Warriors did their own little stunt to occupy the time, but the actors never arrived. You were starting to get a bit restless, you wanted to watch the show and you feared you wouldn't get to see what Loki so lovingly shared with you.

Everybody gave out a gasp of exasperation when all the lights of the event were turned off. People immediately sighed a bothered "blackout", but even the candles were blown off, leaving everyone in a sea of darkness swallowing all the excitement there was before.

“We can't enjoy the event without lights!” One of the warriors complained, you couldn't quite remember his name.

“Why can't I light the candle? The fire just doesn't lit,” someone complained loudly. “Where is a God of Fire when you need one?”

“I bet that's all because Thor's not here!”

You turn your head around the annoyed complaints of the people, listening to them all in confusion. Loki made sure to appease everyone telling us that we should all stay calm, that the problem will probably be solved soon.

“How could we know? We can't trust this snake!” Someone screamed, pointing at Loki.

“I'm the prince, and I was raised to rule,” Loki had a stern expression as he spoke. “Whether you like it or not, it's true. As Thor is gone for now, I will listen to all the complaints you have.”

“I bet he did it on purpose!” An old Asgardian lady yelled behind the crowd.

“Why would I? I have nothing to gain from this, it's just more of a headache for me,” he said annoyed now, he probably couldn't handle accusations when all he was trying to do is enjoy something he loves.

“He wanted to watch the show like everybody else,” you awkwardly meek the words out, you felt ashamed as soon as they came out and the people looked at you.

“This trickster has watched the same play a thousand times!” Someone gestured rudely with their hands. “He knows every detail probably, he's not doing anything for us.”

“Silence!” Loki orders, “I will not tolerate insolence! You wish to complain, you do so, but meanwhile, I'll put my best efforts to fix the issue.”

You thought the blackout was going to last for maybe a few minutes, but after a while with each sound of nature echoing throughout the open space, you questioned if you're wrong after all. Why was everyone still in the dark? The complaints were now too loud for your ears.

And the worst part is that you've lost sight of Loki. You remind yourself of some old men pulling him by his sleeves, you try to remember what the men's faces looked like, but it remains unsuccessful.

Your heart is quaking with anxiety, he was your only access to hanging out around Asgard, without Thor around or his trusted brother, you feel completely at loss. 

Furiously looking around the place to check if there's anything you can find, whilst others are starting to grab their things to go away.

A sudden light hits the entire circle, a brighter light stinging the people's sight and coming from the theater stage. You hiss and move your gaze, trying to fathom what it's going on.

“The actors are never going to come.” Says a terrified man among the crowd, he's gasping as he looks at the empty stage. What does he mean by that? “Where's the King?! Where's Thor?!”

“We have to run!” An old lady screams, bumping your shoulders as she runs in the opposite direction, grabbing all her stuff. You're still confused but you recompose yourself and immediately try to go somewhere darker.

You scramble through your mind to think of where Loki may be at, you don't want to imagine him suffering with any possible attacks. And your eyes fickle to the golden castle sticking close to the theater area. 

You imagine that's the place where they might've taken Loki to, so you run there, readying yourself to the presence of an unquiet Loki, or maybe a tired, questioning Thor, wondering what all the fuss is about, both the princes immediately trying to solve the problems. You'd run and embrace yourself in the feeling of safety around their presence.

Instead of that, the castle was all empty, you knitted your eyebrows as your skin shivered from the cold you felt in the air. The golden castle has never been so cold, and it seems all the lights have gone out here too.

You're alone. There are no palace staff even, no cooks, no nurses, the princes are nowhere in sight. Alone. And it frightens you, you feel the loneliness ripping your bones as you wonder if staying with the angry mob would be a greater idea than trying to come to the castle.

You hear a ringing way too loud for the quiet atmosphere, you recognize the sound of your cell phone ringing. You run to where your temporary room is, and grab the vibrating phone in your hands. 

You're puzzled, it's odd. It isn't supposed to function, it never does. Who would want to call you when you're so far from Earth? 

Nobody here has a phone connection, so why does it work? Could it be someone from Earth calling you?

You'd probably ask Thor about this later, but you see the number is unknown. You ask yourself if it's possible for the marketing programs to call you even from another realm of distance. You muffle a small laugh as your mental joke eases your nerves.

You hesitantly accept the call, feeling curious.

“Hello?! Is anybody there??!” The raspy male voice questions frantically, it seemed almost robotic, sounding like they're out of breath, you can hear a tiny sob coming from the other line.

“Y-yes, who is it?” You shiver as you listen to your own voice ringing in the closed room.

“Please! Please help me!” The weird voice pleads you. “Please, I found this device out in the blackout, I don't know where I am. But I have you. Please help me.”

You try to shush him calmly. But you're scared as you're still alone, and the voice calling you sounds male but unrecognizable. 

“Look I'm sorry, I'm not a person you should be calling right now, I'm really lost too.” You try to explain peacefully, your chest aching from feeling useless. “Please, forgive me,” You hang up.

Seconds later as you ready yourself to leave, organizing all the important stuff, there's the ringing again. You groan loudly and answer the call.

“Hello?!”

“Are you alone?” He asks, giving another sob through the line. “I'm sorry if you are, I just feel uneasy.”

“I'm packing my things to go face an angry mob of people. Why did you call me back? I told you I can't help you.”

“You'd rather face some angry people than help me?” He asks, quite stressed, all of a sudden sounding a bit angry. Your body stills on the spot.

“I don't know who you are!” He sighs as he hears you.

“That's fair.” A silence rings. You sigh and hang up again.

As you walk out the room, the phone rings again.

“I was testing you, I know a woman that's alone shouldn't come around to help people they don't know, you're really smart.”

“Is it you again?” You ask out of patience.

“What are you doing now?” He sounds more curious.

“I told you, I'm packing my things.”

“Why are you lying to me?” You freeze.

“...Excuse me?” You look around and check if there's anyone that saw you leave your room. “Also, wait. How do you know I'm alone? I never told you I was…”

“Were you on the play?” He changes subject.

“I-uhm…Yeah, I was. I wanted to watch it- yeah. Now answer my question!” You respond feeling incredibly uneasy.

“I was there too. Are you also human?”

“Me? Yes, I'm the Midgardian. You're from Earth?” You walk and get giddier on the call, someone from Earth in Asgard would bring you more familiarity. For a minute you forgot your question remained unanswered. 

“Was just curious. Thor likes you a lot. He speaks a lot about you.”

“Thor? Yeah, he's my friend...” You wonder why the stranger is bringing him to the topic.

“I think I found a light, will you stick on the line until I reach it?”

“Sure thing.” You don't know why, though you don't see anything wrong with waiting. Your every move is still shaky from fear.

“You never told me your name.” He says suggestively, you hurry down the stairs and breathe out the next words.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” 

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.” A shiver runs down your spine. Like a whiplash, you feel observed as you search your surroundings.

“...What?”

“I wanna know who I'm talking to.”

“That's not what you said.”

“What do you think I've said?” He asks, feigning confusion. 

You rush to the entrance only to notice the doors are locked, your hands shaking as you knock the door repeatedly to call attention from the outsiders. You're sure the stranger heard you banging the door through the call. Shit.

You don't say anything as you hang up this time. You try to compose your breathing, the phone rings once again but you don't move to accept the call.

“Someone!! Help me!” You loudly call, waiting for a response, a sign, anything. The dark was even scarier after the call you received, the cold all too threatening, like a bunch of invisible eyes looking under your skin.

After some moments of silence passing through your weeping eyes, you're fighting to keep the sobs hidden by putting your hand to your mouth to muffle the noise.

You kneel down, body glued to the door, holding it for dear life, your heartbeat a bit too loud for your eardrums. You're hugging your knees in a position of defeat as your body trembles with each sob.

You're wondering if the Asgardians had evacuated the castle and forgotten about you. You wondered if Loki forgot about you.

Your phone rings.

“Don't you hang up on me again or I'll make sure you're the first one to get killed.” Your sobs get even louder. “I'll gut you like a fish and feed your organs to the wolves!”

“What are you doing?! Who are you?!” You ask, clenching your fist to your chest. The rough voice from the other line chuckling from your questions.

“Does it matter, sweetheart? You want out, don't you? Poor thing, locked alone in the castle…”

“Please…don't hurt me…”

“You've told me once you like scary stuff, thrillers.” You fight not to hyperventilate. “Let's try some method acting, shall we?”

“No…no I don't. I don't like this shit.” You grit your teeth.

“You do, sweetheart. Don't lie to me. Don't you want to join my play? I planned it just for us, I thought you wanted to watch it. I can make you a star.”

“What?! No…” You cry.

The door opens out of a sudden and your body falls to the dirty earthy ground. You leave a groan, when your head lifts you're surprised by the dark that's out in the wild, the only light being the stars above your head and the vast bright moon occupying the sky.

You lift yourself with trembling knees and hear a voice coming from the phone. 

“If you ignore me one more time I'll fucking cut your neck off, you stupid little bitch!” The person threatens and you visibly recoil, throwing the phone very far away, ignoring his instructions and running for dear life.

Panting on your way through the golden speckled Asgardian trail out of the castle, darkened by the lack of lightning that you find in the way, you breathe as best as you can, ignoring the fear clutching your heart and the tears pricking your eyes, face puffy and your nose beginning to stuff.

“Damn it,” you tremble and fall in your steps. Sobbing to the air. “Shit, shit…” You curse to the skies as you try to regain your steadiness.

You start listening to a noise behind you, shuffling the bushes and startling you even more. When you pay attention, there are a pair of black boots making their way out of the bushes, right to your direction. A cloak covers down their ankles while your eyes widen. 

You don't stay behind to care for whom it may be, nor wait to check their face, and you keep running.

You're startled as a man comes to your line of vision, screaming, frantic. You tremble and end up falling backwards on the ground, he falls on top of you. Your hands are punching him to move off of you but he seemed just as frightened as you were.

He also noticed your punches were much weaker than the touches the gods carry. The strength they have. He supposed you were a human.

“Oh thank the Lord!” He praises God, and your face is entirely a mix of fear and anxiety, the tears making it very uncomfortable to keep your eyes open. “Thank the Heavens, you have to save me!”

“No!” You scream, pushing him away. A human. He doesn't fool you, he's the damn murderer that's been stalking you. You push his figure behind and he falls off his steps.

And then a knife craves his stomach, your eyes are wide and you're nauseated. The blood speckles to your terrified face. You can't help the scream that leaves you.

You quickly hurry to move up and keep on the run, suddenly someone grabs you by your neck, pulling your whole body up effortlessly, scaring all the breath out of your body.

You're pale as you realize the person is masked, wearing a ghost face mask and a cloak covering their entire body. The person from that was following you, the murderer.

“W-who…” You're fighting, clutching the gloved fingers holding you up and choking you by your pulse. “Who…I-I can't- breathe…” You say between resistant breaths.

“I told you not to ignore me, didn't I? I didn't think I'd need to repeat myself. You seemed like a pretty clever girl.” You recognized the voice from the phone.

“Please…”

“Don't beg, sweet. You're right where I want you to be.” He turns your body, clinging to you, pressing a knife near where his hand was, on your neck. This hand is now resting on your stomach. “I was waiting for this the whole night.”

“What?” You squirm around his grip, wanting to get out.

He clutches your face, forcing you to look at the stage. The one that was before empty, and now, is filled with decorations and blood stains. Your bile raised up to your throat.

Your eyes widened in fear and filled with terrified tears, you could barely hold your screech as you paid attention to the calculated amount of bodies on the floor of the stage.

You were now fully hitting him even though your limbs were being held tight, you still tried to escape.

“Don't be scared, princess.” A shiver runs through your skin, your whole face must be a mix of sweat and tears. It's like everything is turning in your head, dizzying you. Princess. 

Cruel joke. Must be a cruel coincidence, a cruel joke against you. You imagined the killer heard the nickname Loki called you, you could only hope Loki was coming to save you anytime. Maybe he knew how much you liked him.

“Don't be scared, we're only starting the show.” He carries your body up and takes you closer to the stage, all while you punch him as best as you can with full fists. He doesn't seem to be affected by your weak punching.

“Shh, now.” He calms you through your breakdown, shushing you and moving a piece of your hair that was sticking on your forehead due to your sweating. “Shh, you'll like this game, I promise.”

“Game?” You repeat with a gasp, mouth open in fright. “I don't wanna play anything, you freak! You monster!” You try to jump off his embrace but he's stronger and clutches his hold onto you with more strength. “Please, let me go…”

“Come on, princess.” He calls through your cries, placing you down on a throne-looking piece in front of the stage, when you touched it, it felt so…real. You wondered how anyone would be able to bring a real golden throne to this place, you wondered if it was like the one the Asgardian King has.

“A real throne for a princess.” You felt the goosebumps rise one more time, bringing your attention out of your senses, as you looked at the masked freak. “You can't get out of this.” He says and you notice you can't move your hands, you actively scream out, really scared at being unable to move.

“What are you doing?! Why?” You wonder, and he touches your face delicately, the ghost face giving you a cold feeling down your spine, your eyes bright with tears as you look up to him. 

He moves your face a bit, to get you to look at the stage instead of himself. 

“We're just going to play a game, my princess.” He softly says, as much as his raspy voice can muster. You start shaking your head in denial, frantically. 

“Please, no. You've had your fun, I promise I won't tell, please! Let me go!!” 

“You wanted to watch the play, we're going to do so. You just have to guess who's the one that's guilty. If you get it right, nothing happens, and you get a reward. If you get it wrong, we're going to have even more fun.”

“Why are you doing this?” He doesn't respond, he keeps his hands on your shoulders as you watch ahead.

The play starts, a terrified man tries to run you, but he's interrupted like there's a wall in the way. 

“Please, help me! I'm innocent, I need to go away.”

You try to move your hands but you can't. The Ghostface whispers in your ears. 

“Do you trust him, sweetheart? It's in your hands.” 

You shake your head and close your eyes, desperately trying to ignore the scene in front of you. More characters came into the scene.

“Don't worry about the actors, sweetheart,” his whispering was almost so soft for the fake covering voice, hidden behind the mask. “That man, the one that just screamed,” he points his knife to the man that's staring at him with big scared eyes. “He was wanted as a criminal, his reward was worth thousands of gold for arson, murder and sexual abuse.”

“S-so you don't think sexual abuse is correct?” You ask before even thinking, just feeling a wave of relief.

“What?” He sounds surprised for a second. “Why would I–? Oh, sweet? You thought I'd hurt you like this?” His voice sounded different at the moment he realized, like it really hit him somehow. “I'd never do this to you, there's no need to worry about that, I think it's the most disgusting of all crimes.” He says tilting the knife, you gulp not knowing what to do, but gratefully accepting the fact the killer had moral limits about this. At least.

“Pick one.” You realize you've barely paid attention to the play, to the actors moving.

“Please…” You keep on begging, maybe that'll help, but it gets him even more out of patience. “Please, I can't play with people's lives!” 

“You should know what you were getting into before coming here.” He gets closer to your face, you only wish your hands could work so you could pull his mask off to know who he is. “Come on, pick one.”

All the characters looked terrified, one wore a sillier mask of the Ghostface that was beside you, purposely seeming fake and cheaper. You start shaking, it'd be too obvious to pick the Ghostface that's acting, he's supposed to be the story's murderer. No one was actually killed during the act, they just pretended to kill.

“Do you think he did it?” The real killer asks beside you, almost sitting by your side close to your throne. He steps in front of you, steps clear and slow as his boots hit the ground, making you fixated on his every move. “You've been looking at him.” He takes something out of his cloak, and you almost can't believe it when he pulls out a gun and shoots the guy wearing the leader's mask.

“NO!” You scream loudly, hoping to reach his ears before he finishes the murderous act. 

A few more very loud shots were done, the stage was now shining with the stranger's dark red blood, and the actors were all shaking, shivering, on their best attempts at holding their cries, because they didn't want to be a part of it, they're afraid they'll be the next.

“This play is originally Midgardian,” he said, ignoring your cries. “Being written decades ago, only modern versions have this new weapon so the characters would be killed at a distance. I think it's practical for our current game.”

“NO, NO, NO, THAT'S HORRIBLE! STOP, STOP THIS, LET ME LEAVE! I DIDN'T PICK HIM, I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO DIE!” You scream and your whole body is shaking as you feel the guilt racking through your bones.

You feel his gloved hands caress your arms. 

“Sweet,” his strange voice keeps calling you. “Princess, please, look at me. Look at me,” His glove is tainted with dark blood, staining the rich dark black material. He tilts your chin up to make you look at his masked face. You feel even more afraid, the unfamiliarity and fear burning up your body. 

You can't stop crying, and your sobs are becoming louder and louder. 

“Look at me. It's okay, remember what I told you? He didn't deserve to live. He was supposed to go through the death penalty anyways.” You didn't know if you trusted his words. You were scared. Terrified. Shaking, and now feeling so guilty you couldn't even think about being saved. 

What if they put the blame on you? What about the disgust the princes will feel about you? You feel tainted, dirty, like you killed him yourself, with your bare hands.

You couldn't handle that, you didn't want to take the man's life. You couldn't stop looking at the blood, the smell of iron now clinging close to where you're stuck at.

“Please, let me go. You got what you wanted.” You try one more time.

“You think I got what I wanted?” His hands strongly hold your already immobile wrists. “Princess, I could do this anytime I wished, but I want you.” He says and you shiver even more. “I want you to be the star. My Queen. The one they admire, I want you to stay with me.”

“What? W-what do you mean by that?”

“Thor is not coming back.” He says almost too softly, nonchalant, apathetic, you want to throw up. You're feeling dizzy, there's a knot in your stomach and you don't know what to do. 

“What?! What? What??! Why? What have you done to him?! What about Loki?!” You cry and beg for answers.

He chuckles. The mask moving with each small laugh he lets out, you want to rip it off his face. This person you already hate so much.

“It's so sweet of you, it matches your nickname. Sweet, sweet, darling thing. It's so beautiful to know just how much you care about me.” He moves the mask off his face and you're unmoving, you go completely limp as you stare at the face you admired before, the tears wouldn't go away.

Were they correct this whole time? You've been considering a psychopath as your friend this whole time?

“L-Loki?” You hate how you stutter as you say his name, you hate to see him smile at that. You hate that you don't hate him, because your brain can't link the murders to him. Not him. “Loki, why?” 

“My father made me love this play, he taught me everything. I was here when it was created, Odin thought of the leaders like brave warriors, soldiers. The weaker ones got killed first but only he remained.” Loki's voice now sounded so suave to your ears, you imagined the strange one must have been granted through his magic and illusions.

“Such a beautiful story, sweetheart. It has so many layers, I can't wait for you to get involved in this artwork as much as I do.” His smile was so bright you felt nauseated, you couldn't even speak. “Look at the irony, look at it! The Norns must love me! Odin died first, he isn't here to present my thriving. I'm the only one that's left, the leader, the King, the ruler. I'm winning now, and the act is going on!”

He conjures a knife and presses it close to your neck, making you yelp and jump a little out of the chair. You're surprised you can move now, but he still grabs you forcefully and pulls you up to him. 

“I was the one that made Thor bring you here. I was paying attention to you for so long, it didn't take much convincing until the oaf agreed, he even befriended you. You have no idea how long I've had to wait with my nerves at bay.” His jealousy was visible as he spoke and you shook from his words.

“Look at them. The blood of the undeserving, the weak ones. We are above them, my princess. You and me. We can win this game. I'd never, ever, hurt you.” He says the last sentence with a seriously cold expression, you open your mouth and leave out a loud cry. His frown deepen.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted to see how the play goes?”

“Not like this. Please…Loki…” You feel his hand reaching under the skin of your dress, pulling it up and moving to caress your thigh. You feel perverted as your eyes open and you look at the blood and the terrified faces among the stage.

You take the moment he's distracted to rush out of his grip, he's caught unexpectedly so his knife accidently cuts your shoulder, you grunt from the small wound. 

You turn to leave as quickly as you can, Loki chuckles to himself, thinking about how cute it is, that you think you can be quicker than him. That you're trying to escape, it's what a really smart princess would do, to be brave enough to try.

You pass through bushes, a weird unknown garden to you, wanting to find anyone else that was there before, anyone from the crowd that was running away, screaming loudly your pleas for help that no one hears. 

You look behind, not seeing him makes you even more uneasy. You can feel his presence near you, you don't know where he is. 

There's a particular downhill area you didn't see right in front of you, you accidently fall. Your legs failing you and hitting the ground from a long altitude distance, cutting your face and any naked skin you're letting out, your bones felt the fall and you curse how stupid you were not to pay attention.

Your skin is tainted with dirt, your face now on the ground. You think your foot is out of place as you groan out in pain, it hurts to move it. You can't believe you could ever be so stupid. Your dress is so painfully yellow after all the dirt.

You cry like a little kid.

You're surprised when your phone —the one you threw away — is right next to you, ringing and intact. Your face is so puffy from the fall, and because of all the crying, all the fear.

You move your arms and hold it close to your ears. “Hello?” Your voice trembles.

“I should have told you, you can't run away from me, darling.” Loki's voice echoes through your mind now, you almost feel it like a safety blanket covering your skin after the defeat, you don't know if you should accept the loss or not. Like a balm, a salve. 

He's the one that hangs up this time.

You feel a pair of arms holding you up with him, cozying you into his arms, so you can peacefully rest your head onto his chest, still covered by the dark cloak.

He pats your head, letting his hand softly caress your back as you lay in his arms, he's carrying you somewhere else.

You see the people now, the Asgardians, and the actors from before. So you quickly put your head back to Loki's chest again, wishing to hide away.

“I shouldn't have just thrown it on you like that,” he keeps his soft touches on your clothed back, his magic cleaning the dirt on your skin, balming the wounds. “It takes a lot from someone, but you're so pretty when you're scared. I got carried away, I'm so sorry.” He quickly apologizes after he says so, you keep hidden, not wishing to speak.

He sighs tiredly, he massages your scalp, you almost mewl like a kitten when he does it. Your heart still aches with fear and he tears up at your shivering, afraid he's broken you.

“To all the Asgardians,” he begins, voice loud and authoritative. “I expect all of you to do your normal duties tomorrow, everyone in their expected places. I'll have the lights fixed after I have my fun.” His fingers massage your scalp as he mentions that. His other hand holds you up by your buttocks, he's steadying you in his arms.

Unknowingly to your hiding self, the Asgardians nod tearfully and all so scared of his statements. They all were quivering under Loki's gaze. He seemed like a true mad King to their eyes. 

To Loki, he's never been more sane, this is all he ever wanted, he's got you in his arms now. And Thor is gone. He's a King.

“To the actors,” he looks at the frightened crew still in their respective places. “I expect a full play. Just as we planned.” He gestures to them to continue, they lock eyes with each other and look at the corpse close to their feet. “Now.” Loki could only roll his eyes with impatience.

They move in their respective places, getting ready for the show. Loki sits on the throne with you clinging to him like a koala. He's smirking all too proud, he loves feeling needed.

He considers putting the mask back, it's a symbol for greatness in this art. It's what his father used to say.

“Love,” he calls. Not wanting to frighten you more, you look up to him with a quivering lip. “You're okay, we're okay.” 

He lifts a bit the end of your dress again, unbothered by the actors frantically moving among themselves, not knowing if they should look or not.

He grabs your ass cheek, making you gasp from the suddenness. You don't want to think about the scene, so you don't. You stick to appreciating his closeness, and him, you feel like a pervert for enjoying this, his low voice speaking against your skin.

He kisses you.

“I'll make you feel better.” He brings you up a bit to lick down your earlobe, moving to kiss your neck. “I'll make it all better, I promise. I've been reckless.” He says, taking off his gloves and pressing his nails against your skin, marking tiny half-moon shapes on your flesh.

Wanting to fully feel you, smiling as he remembers the desperation from the man, he's dreamt years of this performance. Of having a figure to be conquered, the star of the show, you.

The blood still covered his cloak, and it's starting to taint your beautiful, innocent skin. It entices him more, of course. He groans near your ear, you moan under his touch in response.

He hears the movement from the play and he grabs your hair tenderly, you've had enough for one day, he has to be kind, you need his softness that you adore so much. The one he reserves only for you.

He takes off your dress and lets it slip off your body, he's in awe as more of your skin reaches his eyes, his breath hanging for a second.

The actors now well enough not to look at you while the King has you in his arms.

He grabs more than he can, he feels graced by the Gods. He wants to suffocate you with his passion, the blood on your skin tainting his hands. The blood gets him so hard, leaving him impatient as he ruts against your clothed pussy, searching for friction.

He sucks on your neck, taking his time to your shoulders, your hands tremble as you move to grab his hair. You keep your eyes closed, each breath you tried to convince yourself this was completely fine.

Loki's eyes glance to the stage for a moment, he takes a look at a character picking the ghostface mask off the floor, and with a shaky breath and, most likely heavy heart, the next thing to be heard was a short scream. The cut of the knife tainted the actors even more, one of them turned to run to a corner and throw up.

Loki pressed his hands against your ears so you wouldn't listen to the vomit, nor the blood splashing out. But you knew.

"Weak bastards," Loki thought, "they'd never survive a war. Weak, fake puritans. Their blood is a noble sacrifice."

Loki kept a hold of your head to his chest so you wouldn't watch the scene, you were still shaking, poor thing, wouldn't be able to take it. Your curiosity was dangerous to you, he had to keep you safer than he assumed necessary, innocent, untainted little thing.

“Princess,” he takes your face between his hands, only leaving a small distance between his lips to yours, practically speaking right into your mouth. You blushed under his loving gaze. “Can I have you?”

Your breath stopped short, you were so dizzy you feared fainting from such intense emotions. Loki was all you wanted, but after this? You were terrified.

“You don't need to accept, I won't even make you watch the show. I fear it'd be too much for your pure heart to take,” he carefully fixes a singular strand of your hair to behind your ear.

“I'm not pure,” you meekly said, your eyes stinging with the weight of the truth. You've never felt dirtier, never felt more like a sinner. If punishments were deserving for those who committed atrocities, you trembled to believe you'd need them all. “I'm not pure, I deserve to suffer.”

“Don't say that,” Loki sternly commands. “Don't say that, not you. If there's a soul in this universe that deserves all the nine realms, it is you.” His words are stern but so soft, you once again feel your lips quiver at the start of another sob. You were way too emotional, everything was way too wrong.

Everything but the sensual way he was touching you.

His fingers kept a gentle caress of your back, down your spine, to reach your hips and buttocks. His breath hitched as he gritted his teeth, attempting patience, waiting for a sign that you soon granted him.

“Please…” You begged, like a poor little mouse under his tricks. He felt oh so blessed, the Norns truly must love him. He practically yanks you panties down, they hang somewhere around your calves as he starts to touch your needy cunt.

He skillfully touches your folds, your pussy clenching from the movements he's making, he slips his fingers inside your cunt to stroke that sensitive spot inside of you, curling his fingers, making you a mess.

“That's it, sweetheart, take your pleasure,” he craved those pleased whiny moans of yours, they were a treasure to his ears, you were clenching around him and lifting yourself a bit up with each thrusting of his fingers. He couldn't control his groans to himself. “Take it from me, it's yours. All yours.”

His palm circles your clit, paying extra attention to the moments you get sensitive, shivering under his hold like his precious toy, heat running down your skin. You shamelessly begin riding his palm. He kept your legs fully open now with his other hand, keeping a strong grip on your skin.

“Let me play, darling. Don't be cruel.” You didn't know if your tears came from pleasure or fear now. Your mind wasn't allowing you to focus on the seriousness of the situation, you didn't want to look at the blood, and the smell of him intoxicated you to the point you ignored the smell of iron around the place.

“Y-yes…” You mindlessly opened your legs further, making him give you the prettiest, most devilish grin your eyes could see.

“I'll treat you so well, you will enjoy being mine, princess. I'll make sure you do.” You don't hold your moaning, unafraid of the possible eyes wandering to your figure. Your nails digged his shoulders, your hips rutted against him unashamed, begging for the friction, for more of his marvelous fingers.

He helps you through your climax as you're gushing over his clothes, you're a trembling mess, coming undone for him, your entire face now very sticky with sweat and tears, the post-orgasmic bliss clouding your mind.

“Do you want to know how the show ends?” You feel goosebumps as he asks that, no, no you don't want to.

He looks down at you, bringing his fingers up as a trail of your cum sticks on the way to his mouth. You're dazed as he licks his fingers clean, keeping eye contact with you, you see a bit of blood sticking in between the act.

You wonder whose blood it is, if this is any hygienic, but you supposed being a God had its perks for these things. Your eyes squeezed tight in shame.

He makes sure to lift your face to make your eyes open again.

“No need to feel embarrassed if you like it.” Your blood boils and the heat you feel increases, how dare he? To assume you'd like being part of something so cruel?

“I don't like it.” You say coldly, not passing any of the burbling rage you feel.

He laughs a bit from your serious expression, you feel mocked. You knit your brows, you didn't know Loki could be this way.

“I love you, princess.” It's like a stab on your heart after the cruelness.

“No, you don't.” He scoops you up his arms, out of a sudden, you yelp as you're lifted, instinctively holding up around his neck.

He moves the throne magically to the center of the theater. Everything looks so hazed and spectacularly planned out.

He places you carefully down the throne, even fixing the skirt of your dress as he leaves you there.

You feel out of place, the characters that are alive have pleading eyes but none have the courage to move and run away. You begin to feel your blood boil for them too, how could they be so weak? How could you?

“My heart.” Loki calls you, you shiver because of the pet-name.

Your tears came back again, and your head now stings drastically from so much crying. If you survived, the headache you'd feel tomorrow will be painful.

Now, your fear was one thing, your anger another, even your cries as you orgasmed were angelical and he craved them like a sick bastard. But your sadness? That stung deep into his heart, ripping it like a carved knife tearing his insides out.

“Please… please don't cry, love. It's okay.” He never thought he'd beg another, he wanted to make everyone else pay. But you? You didn't deserve pain or suffering, and now you're crying because your poor heart is so sad it can't take any more of what he's made you go through.

He'd have to go a long time apologizing, your sadness was starting to cling to his bones.

“My love, look at me.” He holds your hand, kneeling by your side down the throne. Like you're the Queen and he's just a peasant, your servant, a pet.

You don't feel very royal at the moment, you don't really feel in control. If that's what he's planning on doing.

“That's my pretty girl.” As much as you're defiant and trying to keep yourself unattached, you can't help but blush at his words. They seem innocent, they seem honest. “My pretty girl, now the Queen of Asgard. Just as you deserve.” He looks down at your body and licks his lips. He'd feed you all the compliments in the world just because you deserve them.

His hands slide to your thighs and squish them under his hands. He leaves out an animalistic moan, looking up at you with so much desire clinging to his pupils.

“I've been waiting for this part the whole night.” You feel off at that, but he holds you as he hovers over your figure on the throne, quickly scrambling to get rid of his pants. Your panties have been discarded a long time ago, so the wetness is now ruining the fancy marble of the throne, your cheeks warm up at the realization.

He's pinning you against the throne with his weight, his back to the audience, covering you.

He sheaths himself inside of you, he goes in more easily than you imagined, making your eyes round as you feel him throbbing inside you, desperate to move.

He pulls out a bit and thrusts back into you at once. He has an insufferable smile covering his face, and his eyes closed in pleasure, appreciating the warmth of your cunt squeezing him in, welcoming his cock like you're made for him.

“Oh princess, I envied all the souls that had the pleasure of being near you.” He grabs your chin roughly forcing you to look into his eyes, your own eyes moist as you feel so inferior to him. “But what can they do now? What would they do now that I have you? I have you. I have you.” You pant as he bucks so deep into you, you can feel it hitting impossibly deep to the hilt.

“Y-you don't.”

“Oh?” He taunts. “Is that so, my heart? What does it look like to you?” He keeps his punishing pace into you, hands pressing down your womb where you can both feel the bump of his manhood shoving into you, balls repeatedly hitting your ass with every frantic thrusting. His sweat hitting your skin as he fucked you like a beast. “Because to me,” another harsh thrust, you moan and crave your nails on the skin of his back, legs wrapping around his waist. “It seems like I've won.”

Your eyes roll up your skull as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot, he was craving the sensation of your exploding orgasm, he craved to feel your cunt straining his cock as you milk his cock. His hand moves lower as his thrusts become more powerful, he rubs your clit. He hears your panting and moans into your ear like your sounds are a victory of its own.

You cling to him as his hips work you until your head falls backwards, the lights all on you as you spasm around him and his massive form still holding you for dear life. Loki finished with a bite down onto your neck, right next to your lifeline, biting a bruise as you felt him spilling into you.

You cling to him as you cease your rocking hips, he holds your tired legs down as he keeps himself rested inside you, calming down his breathing as your forehead touches his.

You look down and see the earlier blood smeared across your skin, you gulp, he feels your cunt clench from the sight and he gives a satisfied smile.

He coos you into his arms, embracing your form.

“I have you, princess.” He pulls out carefully and you hiss from oversensitivity. A long string of his cum coming out of you, you watch it with fascination as it runs down your thighs, moving a bit so it doesn't ruin the pristine throne. “I have you, my star.”

He conjures a knife again, and hands it to you. You watch it dazedly, the bliss really making you more fuzzy.

“Dearest,” he sweetly calls you, he's been doing that a lot, you notice. “The star needs to finish the show. The true leader. The one they're obsessed with, the true Star.”

You're limp as you take the news, you move the knife on your hands with a detached curiosity, it's clean now but you wonder for how long it's been used, and for what kind of things.

“I can't kill anyone.” You weakly say, afraid you'll disappoint, his eyes are wide but he still nods. He's quick to show you he's not disappointed.

He pats your hair and nuzzles your cheek with his face, getting your lips close to him so he can give you multiple and multiple kisses all over your face. You feel his affection like a healing balm in itself, you bathe yourself in it.

“It's okay, it doesn't need to be you.” He affirms, still passing his hands across your hair, and skin. He glanced at another actor, you hid your face again into his chest as you anticipate the cruel fate that'll obviously occur no matter what.

And it did, you heard another splash, someone else needed to die. You're shaking and your sobbing is louder than you wanted, Loki keeps you scooped onto him. He begins rocking you back and forth gently as a means to calm you down, cherishing you, babying you.

“The Star agrees for it to be the end, I presume?” He asks and you nod repeatedly. You just want it to end.

“Please… please, no more.” You beg weakly, he cradles you and coos some more, keeping you safely tucked in his arms, he starts to move around to stand up with you still clinging onto him like a koala.

“This will be all.” He gives a satisfied smile to the crowd of actors, the ones that survived shaking, trembling. Still meekly downing their heads as all actors do when a play's over. They rush to the exits, and Loki allows them.

“Shh, now.” He still asks of you as your cries are unstopping. “Please, love, it's over.”

“What will happen now?”

“I've told you, I'm the King. Nothing will happen, this play lasted for generations, it's the first opportunity I've had of making it my own. Centuries before you even dreamed to exist, but they don't dare to defy the King.” He patiently passes his hand up and down your back, holding you more to him. “We're safe. I told you. We're all safe.”

You guessed he wasn't going to refer to the dead people around you, or the ones that died in the way.

He takes a trembling you with him somewhere else, you don't know where you're going, but you don't have the bravery to peek out and see. You're still afraid to be the next.

You feel even more perverted everytime you think about death and feel his sticky cum running down your thighs, you feel even more perverted as you don't regret it.

“I'll take you to our chambers.” He says, as if it's nothing.

“Our chambers? Mine is…” He interrupts you. You check around and notice you're inside the cold castle, nobody's in sight but you and Loki.

“No…not yours, our chamber.” He recalls you. You shake your head clinging to his chest again, leaving out another sob.

“I'm sorry,” he continues, frowning now. “Do you hate me?” His voice trembles as he asks, your fists curled around his muscular chest as your mind fights to hate him, but you fear you don't. You don't want to tell him that you don't hate him. “This was more traumatic to you than I assumed it would be.”

Your eyes open as you try to look anywhere but his face, and as you peek at the floor, you see the shiny, bloody ghost face mask left on the floor. As if it's nothing now, as if nothing happened.

It gives you the chills.

“I-I, I've never had to–” You sob loudly. “Never thought I'd need to see- see people being murdered.” Your stinging eyes now struggled to keep open, you fought to breathe and to speak. He tries to calm you down and rubs over your clothed skin some more.

“My love, my heart, it's over now.”

Is it? Is it over? Was it all a huge nightmare? Your eyes squeeze shut as you wish for it to be all a giant, mean trick. But as you opened them, everything was real, and the blood, the cum, the memories, still very much present speckled across your impure skin.

“It's over.” He places you ever so gently down his giant bed, it felt heavenly, the pillows were so soft and the mattress smelled like paradise. It felt so heavenly you sighed out in relief, your bones received the touch against the bed like a treat. “It's been enough for this year, but we'll need to treasure the future performances.”

Your heart froze, of course. There were additionals.

“You don't need to worry about that now, my heart.” He pleads again, kissing you, you accept, and then pressing a gentle peck to your forehead. “For now, I'll let you relax. I'll prepare a bath for us, and I'll let you rest your divine mind into dreamland. Does this sound suitable?” He asks with a kind smile, smoothing his fingers over your wrists.

You clear your throat to say.

“Yes.”

“Perfect, my heart. As I have you, I'll take care of you. I've planned to have you as my Queen for a long time. I won't let it go to waste, I promise I'll take care of you.” He scoops you up to him again, he seemed to enjoy treating you like a princess a lot. Cradling his face next to yours. “One day you'll forgive me. But for now, for now, let me make you learn how to love me.”

“Not the shoes!” Thor exclaimed scandalously as he watched the scene.

Loki makes a disgusted sound with his throat, stepping carefully and processing the fact there was demon vomit on his new, expensive, on-brand shoes. Messily, as he's still groggy with all the alcohol on his system, he lifts his hand up the air and magically removes the offending substance off his shoes.

“Be careful next time.” He harshly commands, but you're still dizzy and fighting to remain steady, trembling on your feet, his eyes soften as he sees your state. “Is it better now? Do you need to go somewhere?” He asks and receives no answer from you.

“You've never really enjoyed my presence, have you?” The Angel speaks up. It's weird to see you looking so small. “And the first impression I have of you after all these years is of you throwing up, your body has gotten weak.” The Angel repulsively spits out, you refuse to look at him and pull an extremely confused Loki by his arms, dragging him out of there.

You two get together inside a tiny, hidden, locked room. Loki restlessly demands information of the angel who just appeared to ruin your party. 

“Fuck it, I shouldn't have allowed myself to drink so much.” You put your hands on your head, feeling the stinging sensation.

“It was fun while it lasted, you have to admit.” 

“You just liked seeing me lose control.” You bring up, still not looking at him.

“You always have control of everything.” He points out.

“Do I?” You smirk knowingly, licking your lips at his attitude. He looked all disheveled and your sudden unquietness within yourself made you want to explode. “Damn it, just take your fucking clothes off.”

“Excuse me?” He blinks and gapes a bit, looking stupid, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. He takes off his shoes, and his hands jump to unfasten his shirt but he just hesitates until you say it again.

“You heard me, take them off.” You say and push his chest until his back lays against the soft, foreign bed. “Do you want me to do it for you?” You were out of patience and reaching to straddle his body beneath yours.

He gulps and proceeds to do as you say, fighting to take his shirt off his torso as quickly as possible, resisting the temptation to lift his hand and touch your skin after he's shirtless. He just keeps them there up beyond his reach.

Oh. 

He's keeping his hands to himself, up his head, presenting his body to you. You give a diabolic smile that shows your pointy teeth, as you're close to salivating at the sight of his muscular pecs exposing his heavy breathing and very very warm sweat speckling down his skin.

You lean forward closer to his face, locking eyes with him, just to close your fingers around each of his wrists. Keeping it there lifted now with full control, just like he wanted, his pupils are dark and his eyes so pleasing you're starting to think you're drunk on something else. 

He groans, closing his eyes in response from the pleasure of you squeezing his skin tight as you suffocate his senses with your body practically glued to his.

“Fuck.” It's all you can muster, you never could have guessed drunk-you would be so lacking for words. Maybe it's just his intoxicating aroma deafening your senses.

“Demoness,” he puts himself through a test and tries to let go of your hands. He succeeds and gives you a very bright malicious smile. “You temptress,” His eyes sparkle with malice as he hungrily watches your body burn under his fingertips. “My mistress bathed in sin.”

His hands snake down your skin and you allow it, for now. He's still smiling and still licking his lips at the sight of you on top of him. The moment stops for you as you notice his eyes sparkle a bit more as he admires.

Then he turns you around and pins you under his body, with all the pressure he can apply. And you try to squirm out but it's like his body is made of iron with how heavy he is on top of you, locking you beneath him. 

His hellish amusement is there and now you grunt out to the air.

“I allowed it,” you brag.

“Of course you did, you're just a horny stupid little thing, aren't you?” You get red from his words, but he doesn't relent, and he can sense you're starting to shake a little. “You'd let me do all the work.”

“You can't–”

“Can't what?” His hips grind against yours, both of you still clothed but craving, dying for the friction. “Can't what? You brought me here, wouldn't want to ruin the party for me, would you, little one? No…” He runs his mouth down the skin of your neck to your breasts, and his cold breath is making you shiver. “No, you have something to give me.” He almost orders. And you spread your leg a little wider in invitation, he pulls your dress up and his hands start kneading your ass.

Your teeth are gritted in response to his degrading words. But you just swallow your defenses, both of your dizzy drunken brains managing to make the situation much simpler as you just allow him to take control.

He is visibly excited for this, preparing you with his touching, delighting on your sounds and huffs of pleasure, “Are you okay? Is this okay?” he frowns a bit as he remembers, waiting patiently as you can read the underlying question: do you truly want this? Are you sober?

Your heart palpitates faster, your gaze is dazzled with wonder, noticeable for a while, as you stare into his questioning but patient eyes. You're okay, you know you are, but you're more than pleased to know he's a man of morals even when you can feel how horny he is, pulsing against the skin of your thighs.

Also, it's not very often that you see gods being morally correct. Or not just caring about themselves, if there's one thing you've been impressed with since the beginning, it's about how Loki, somehow, always cares for you, even when he pretends he doesn't.

“I'm ok, it's ok.” You consent, nodding a little, and wait a moment in silence. “Are you ok?”

He seems lost while gazing hungrily at your body, his mouth open as he unconsciously unleashes his breathing. Grasping you a bit too hard around your hips, he looks into your eyes again. “Yes, yes I am.”

It's the last thing you hear before he dives between your thighs, looking feral as he admires your glistening pussy, he silently wonders if he's been bewitched, for he felt starved from your delicious cunt and it's only been an hour —if he still remembers properly. But damn it now, he doesn't care about anything else but you and your scent, poisoning his system.

He curses a Nordic profounity, “Fuck, fuck. Demoness, you're killing me now, I'm sure of it. You're poisoning me,” he states and you push him to eat you out, forcing his words to an end as you smile up to the ceiling so adoringly, feeling his skilled tongue pleasing you.

“I wouldn't kill you,” You breathe out shaking. Soon you wouldn't be able to even feel your legs as they're numbing from overstimulation, your body recalling the early hours of the party. You moan loudly as you jolt from the thought and from Loki's tongue hitting your sweet spot.

When he pulls out, there's your essence tainting his lips, you curse out to all the princes of Hell. They could be damned now, you'd let this god do anything to you, if kept looking at you like you carry the whole world, eating you out like you're the best thing his lips ever tasted.

Loki keeps your thighs well spread out for him, giving a kiss to your stomach, and your heart waves at the soft touch. That was so cute, to you. He keeps kissing and licking the area, giving small bites at times when noticed you got too ticklish, or squirmed more under his touch.

When his body went up his kisses came too, and you felt the head of his cock move up and down to drown in your juices, coming close to your clit just to tease and moving down, slowly again.

“L-Loki,” You wave, quivering under his ferocious gaze. He licked his lips as he watched you like you're his last meal. His hand lands on your lower back. ”Please,” you gulp dumbly as you watch him. “Just fuck me.”

“Ask nicely.” He teases more, his hand close to holding you down by your neck. You whimper as you feel the head of his cock entering you, he takes a deep breath to keep his ground as he awaits your begging. Almost unable to contain himself, his jaw clenched and hands twitching, hurting your skin but you don't mind.

You force yourself to swallow your pride. Rolling your eyes a bit too harshly before feeling him pulling out and entering more of his cock into your sensitive cunt, you're unused to the size and your walls are stretched with a tad discomfort. He chuckles.

“Do you feel pain, little slut? Who would've thought, a dirty demon like you.” He cruelly mentions your visible, slight discomfort. Mocking. 

You tilt your head to him, clenched jaw but pleading eyes still wanting to feel more of him despite the pain, the need to feel him deep inside you needing to be scratched.

“Please,” you keep going, jaw still clenched, you can pinpoint submissiveness to the alcohol, later. For now, you want him, all of him. “Please, please, please. Give me your cock.” Your hands clench around his shoulders as you bring him closer, he grants you your wish.

Your knees have given out and you feel helpless for the first time in so long, your whole body was pinned against him as he speared into you with such a furious intensity, getting so deep you gasped in utter surprise. His hands around your neck and a whispered sign down your earlobe to “Keep begging me,” and you're at a loss, babbling the sound of his name and the word 'please'.

He reaches around to touch your clit, matching his unforgiving pace, picking up his speed as he groans feeling you clench around him so deliciously. Small yelps left your throat with each of his harsh thrusts, you're a mess as your back arches closer to his chest.

His hand moves to hold your back carefully as he keeps heavily grunting onto your ear, his breathing deep and low voice demanding of your pleasure. He harshly grasps your skin with his nails, you scratch his back together from all the pressure hitting your sensitive cunt.

As he massages your clit, it makes you jolt under his touch with each stroke. His thrusts becoming more and more animalistic, brutal, he rams into you, your whole body is shaking roughly with his brutish pounding.

You can barely hear your own moaning as Loki fills all of your senses, he is everything you touch and his growls and grunts are all you hear. You two fill the quiet room with the sound of sex and moaning.

“Look at you,” he gloats. “You were so insistent upon not looking inferior, now you tremble beneath me.” He gives a slow, harsh thrust, to emphasize his point, your eyes roll and your mouth opens, almost drooling. “Pray to me.” 

His words come out rough and too low timbre. your whole body shivers and your core tightens, burning from his words alone, he gets so fast-paced with his pounding you can't even catch a breath.

“W-w-wh-what?” You ask among his savage rhythm. Your mouth is in the shape of an 'O' as he pulls out only to slip even further inside you, if that's possible.

“You heard me,” He messily moves his hand from your back to pull your hair. It makes you remember the other time, when he refused to sleep with you. You give him a shameless, taunting smile. 

He yanks your hair locking eyes with you, a deep moan escapes your lips in response. “Pray to me. Pray, and this God might save your devious soul. I'm the only God you have to think of.”

Little does he know, —although he should — but you don't have a soul to be saved. It's not like you're going to correct him now. 

Your head moves back and forth mixing with his body smashing against your flesh, you don't fear the dizziness that'll install later, his fucking making you completely mindless.

You gulp and sob out, your brain struggling to remember how to speak through the fogginess of pleasure.

“In-In- nomine Patris, et- Filii, et Spiritus Sancti,” you start, broken Latin as you fight to remember what the prayers are—those that make your skin burn with their Grace— his punishing pounding getting worse and more frantic as your praying comes to life.

“T-t-tu es qu-qui jaces in-in-in Coelis, gratia plena,” your voice is trembling, fighting to keep the tone alive. You sob your tears from the sensitivity blinding your sight through the sinful act. The blasphemy drowning you, filling the pits of your stomach. “i-in omnibus nobis omnia praesens, omnium salvator.” You spit out the end, locking eyes with him.

“Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra–” You trip over your words as he starts sucking and biting your neck.

He furiously rubs his hand against your clit. His voice strained to say the next words, his breaking point coming present as he pronounces all his Asgardian splendor.

“C-come, come now. Kom for meg, min lille djevel.” You scream and spasm around him, clutching all you can grab of him, wanting to feel as much as possible. You see stars as you cum around him, shaking, the squelching sound so sinful reaching your ears.

Loki growls near your jawline, his thrusts getting slack as he's closer to completion. He shudders, you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you full with his warm cum.

Loki's breaths are labored as his thrusting slows down, riding his orgasm. When he pulls out, there's the trace of semen tainting your skin and trickling down your thighs.

You're panting heavily as he pulls you closer to him, his eyes never leaving yours, he leans forward to kiss you. You didn't even get to catch a breath as he changes your position and deepens the kiss.

You felt your body aching from the sex, your head was spinning from the damned alcohol you had last night. As much as it hurts to feel some pins and needles, you still had the new — horrifying—experience to feel human.

You don't know how you feel about that. 

Lifting yourself as quickly as possible to hurry to the bathroom, as you feel nauseated, you suddenly remember your conditions and physically recoil from agony and disgust of yourself.

Throwing up? You've allowed yourself to throw up? Especially in front of your 'brother'? At a party filled with humans?

Outrageous, gross. You want to kill your human form and remove the skin to stop from feeling so dirty and humane. But all you can express outloud is a sincere grunt of annoyance, grabbing the skin of your stomach.

It takes some time, you arrive at the bathroom and contain your vomiting, using your magic to stop the sickness and the lightheadedness, throwing up now would make you simply refuse to exist. 

It takes time for you to notice Loki's not in the room.

You take a look at the place, analyzing every detail you didn't notice before. And hurry to get out of there and find Loki.

You end up bumping into him as you walk out of that strange room, he looks you up and down, his mind rushes through the thoughts of your well-being, then he seems to put himself together. Clearing his throat.

His mind rushed through a series of nightmares he had last night, but they came to you as a bunch of blurred images. 

The last time he had nightmares, he thought it was your fault, but after spending the night feeding off your delectable supernatural body he wondered how he could have such torturous, painful nightmares. Especially after such a long time since he had the company of anyone in his sleep.

It hit him like a plague, and ruined his mood, apparently that would never leave him.

“Morning.” Insouciant, why would that be?

“Good morning!” You exclaim, merry to see him. He looks confused. “Where were you going? I didn't see you. I'm pretty sure you still slept in the same bed as me last night.”

“That's none of your business.” Once again, you're facing the mean kitty. You sighed.

“You were much easier to deal with last night. You were very touchy, if I can say.” You remember him and all the clear touching you shared at the party and at the end of it.

“Look, just because I fucked you doesn't mean I feel anything for you, so you should stop looking for me.” He looked very serious as he said this, you suddenly feel so much of a feeling you've never felt before. Like cold water has just been poured down your good mood. A foreign feeling pounding into your chest.

Shame.

And he continues.

“It was a wonderful fuck, and I'd love to do it again, even though you're insufferable and… surprisingly weak for a being such as a demon, it makes me a bit disappointed, I expected more a bit more.” He tilts his head arrogantly as he dares to put you down.

You weren't expecting to feel such a weird pang in your heart from his words, it's not sadness, but anger instead. Your face fell and you closed your fist around your chest. 

“I've only never left because you never truly wanted me to go away,” you give him a fake smile, your eyes burning, denying the tears. “You may say whatever you want, but you know you've always been alone and the one that's never picked. The last option, the second, unwanted child, I know. Always the shadow of another, you delight yourself upon the attention I give you.” You close your mouth but look very sour, wanting to hurt him.

“I could say the same of you,” He says through gritted teeth and clenched jaw. Pointing towards you in spite. “Your 'brother' made you throw up last night, who are you to say you're not also unwanted? Is that the main reason you seek attention from me? Because you crave it? Or is it because you can't let me go? You've said it yourself, demon, your attraction to my powers, to my magic, to me. It doesn't make you want to go away, so what do you have to say? Your infatuation makes you weak and predictable. I've said this from the start, you're the one that's been too fucked dumb until you forgot this fact.” He spits it all out, looking down at you, his eyes looking so sharp like knives.

“You know nothing about me.” You say coldly, breaking your charismatic endeavor.

“You've shown me your cards a long time ago, little demon. I know how you work,” He's too proud, you burn with rage. “I could use your body like my personal sex toy and you wouldn't even deny me, would you? Having my personal demon slave to break until you cry, that's how emotional you are, you'd probably just break down to pieces. Are you having fun with the humans? Are they making you as pathetic as they are? Do you want to save the world with them, do you think any sensible human on this planet would consider you a hero?” His voice trembles as he says the last sentence. 

The next noise that the room echoes is a sudden snap, Loki's face red, burning from the mark of your violence. You slapped him. 

Your gaze is distant as you watch his surprised eyes burning with agitation from having startled you. You're suddenly filled with anger to a point you start hitting his chest.

He can prevent all the attacks, and he doesn't take it seriously, you'd probably scare a mortal but Loki's way too egotistical now, all your early compliments of his powers feeding into his image of being superior, mistakenly thinking he's superior to you.

And over all of this, he's convinced he hates you. He can feel the scratches stinging and marking their presence on his pale arms as you tried to attack with your bare hands.

He loses composure and falls with you on top of him, your hands squeeze his arms harshly, craving your nail into his skin, purposefully strong enough and wanting to make it bleed. It pleased you. 

He leaves a hiss as he locks your hands again, but he can still feel the scratching and gripping and hitting throughout other parts of his body.

“How are you doing this?!” He exclaims feeling the punches still hit him as he holds down your fists.

It's comparable to a ghostly touch, it's aggressive, freezing and scorching at the same time, you were all like the demon you're supposed to be. Exposing the anger and the punishment against his skin being the victim.

“You're only scared because you know I hold the truth.” He says.

“You can't offend me, Laufeyson. I only give you what you deserve,” You spit on him, and he backs off, leaving your hands free as you get angrier on top. “You can't, I know every one of your sins, I know your fears.”

“You don't know what I am,” he said sadly, trying to keep a stable look. “You don't.”

“I know you're the spoiled child here, not me.” You say, “You act like you're so tortured but you've had everything in life and you're nothing but a spoiled little prince that deserves nothing but cruelty, so you'll know how others feel.” You look into his eyes as you're wishing to hurt him. “Maybe I should punish you myself,” you sound a bit too serious, as if another play-pretend is coming to an end, a bit too out of your mind. “What do you think? Should I? Should I make your life a living hell? Should I make you pay for the souls you've killed? I promise it's more than some hundred people the Avenger's data claim to be. Come on, Loki!” You scream at his face, still straddling him, his hands shaking now but unmoving to push you off.

“Come on, Loki!” You continue, “Think of the parents, their children, growing up alone after you killed them, the families ruined. Should I make you suffer for them all?”

He looks sad now, you could see the tears silently showing on the corners of his eyes. You couldn't stop, you don't feel guilt, it doesn't come with your nature. 

“You wouldn't dare. Even if I deserve it, you wouldn't punish me.” He coldly says, trying to snap against you, he's surprised he can't do it this time.

You close your mouth and give him a furious look, you know you shouldn't speak now, you don't want him to know too much about you. You can't, so you lie.

“You're right,” you lie, too saccharine, coming too easily, you just have to look a bit defeated. He doesn't look like he believes you, ever so doubtful. “You're right, I said I wouldn't. I can't punish you.” 

He doesn't want to think about your trustworthiness, nor about his arguments. He closes the distance between the two of you, right out of the foreign room, out there in the hallway. 

In contrast to the night before, now his touch only shows his anger and shame instead of any passion.

He doesn't want you to feel anything other than his hatred and fury, he's angry, all too angry at your words. At your daring to look innocent and bubbly, at your fake pretend act, at your secrets, at your constant clinginess, at your touches. At you. He's angry at you, he's quickly convinced he hates you and that you're messing with his mind to make you seem like a good person.

He growls against the inside of your mouth as he seeks forward your open shirt, grabbing the skin with the equal pressure of wishing to make it bleed too, he cupped the back of your head and brought you close as he brutally bites your lower lip. 

“Ow, you fuck–” You complain, feeling it bleed, lifting your hand instinctively to touch the wound, he grabs your hand and keeps it down in place. Using his seidr to remove his pants and all of your clothes, the top of his asgardian leather vest prodding your bare stomach, you look around the hallway, scared someone will pass by. “The cameras. Someone might–”

“I'm tired of your feigned innocence.” He angrily silences you, he puts his hand to cover your mouth and your mumbles stuffle around his palms. “Let them see. Let them watch.” He rolls his hips roughly to your pelvic arch, pumping his cock to prepare and grunting out to the Heavens as he slides it into your already dripping hole. 

You didn't want to confess how much the possibility of any strangers watching enticed you. “Let them see who brings the demon to her knees.” You bite his hand harshly and he hisses, grabbing your chin violently and squeezing, feeling your dental arch under the skin of your face. Your lips plump bright from his harsh kissing.

“Fuck, no–” You squeak out, not meaning it, but he still hesitates, until you glance at him and nod again, more frenetically, trying to get him to move as you babble meaningless denials. He keeps his thrusting, going harder and harder, making you grip his hips to steady. Afraid someone will hear the noise of your flesh hitting together ferociously. “Oh, OH!” You scream out.

“I want to devour you, you cruel thing.” He tightens his grip on your chin while pistoning your poor cunt. “I want to eat you up, you're a little bug compared to me. Tiny little useless little bitch.” He keeps his punishing pace. “This is the punishment you'll receive, tell me, do you like it? Am I being fair? It's an honorable punishment, being my little cumslut, I'll make you my little cum dumpster,” his eyes sparkled as he said the term to refer to you. “I'll fill you up and you won't be able to move, feeling me right here with your every step, feeling the stickiness that'll mark you as mine, so you'll forget your bratty behavior.” He puts his hand to rest on your womb, and you moan loudly, locking eyes with the tiny, almost unnoticeable, camera. Not knowing if it's on or not, either way, you're likely giving a whole performance.

“Ah! Oh, no,” you feel your eyes sting with tears as you're pinned down, against the cold floor. Your legs give out whilst they also tremble with every hit of his skin against yours. 

He pulls out quickly and turns you around, now your mouth is fighting to stay far from the ground. He yanks your hair as he pushes your entire face towards the floor, arching your lower back, presenting yourself to him. He kicks your legs open to hurriedly shove his throbbing, aching cock, inside of you again.

The manhandling got you shaking for him, his thrusting forceful as your face dizzily scratched in contact with the harsh freezing floor of the hallway. He's pounding into you as if to convince himself of his lack of care for you. 

Reaching his fingers around you to eagerly touch your clit, wishing for your constricting walls to suffocate his cock, to unknowingly pull him in deeper so he could flood your insides with his seed.

He wanted to make the devil tremble beneath him every single time, to feel your knees weak for him, he feared he was addicted. Your body invites him with such warmth, to paint your walls white with his cum.

When he feels you jolting harshly, he growls and his hips snap strongly to guide you through your orgasm, not relenting in his pace. You felt yourself getting too overstimulated as you moaned very soft whines and pushed your hands weakly against his chest. 

He kept a vicious pace until his thrusting began getting uneven as he grunts out loudly, pushing your skin as he fills your abused cunt with loads of his cum.

Both of you lay out of breath on the floor, trying to recover a balanced breathing pattern, his marvelous hand still grasping your skin as strong as he could, instinctively.

Once you both recover, he moves his fingers to magically redress himself. Keeping you dumbly watching him, even as he lifts off of your body, he doesn't make a move to dress you.

“You're such a dick.” You spit out the words, looking around to check where your clothes are, before remembering he magicked them off.

“I could help you, of course,” He pretends to think of something. “But I'll only do so, if you tell me what's the deal with the angel.” He brings the topic out of the blue.

“I don't need your help!” You exclaim angrily, getting up naked. “You don't scare me, Loki.” You give him a stern look.

“I should. You should be scared of me. And you don't look half as terrifying as you think you do, while you're naked.”

You ignore the teasing and focus on the way he's trying to intimidate you. “You're just a god. I've seen millions of them.” 

“Which only fuels my curiosity, can I even know how old you are?”

You grunt out and physically hesitate, you despise going anywhere near personal talk. You make new clothes magically reappear.

“I could get you naked in a snap of my fingers if you don't answer me.” He smirks, glancing down at your body.

“I think you forget I'm more powerful than you.” You state still denying him attention.

“I should probably wait for a team meeting, so I could make everyone see how much of a beauty you are.” 

“They probably already know.” You glance at the camera, that's not speckling any light to sign its functioning. “Or maybe not, either way, I could get you naked in a second too.” You dared.

“Oh, I hope you do.” He grabs your waist and presses both of his hands down your stomach.

“In the middle of the hallway?!” Stark insults, accompanied by a frantic Steve by his side.

“We should create a rule of no sex around the tower.”

“Everybody would lose within a week, dumbass, only you wouldn't.” Stark pats his chest, you get yourself out of Loki's grip. “We all saw what you two did last night on the table, your luck is that a lot of people do the same in these parties. Just don't do it very…often.” He refuses to look at you two.

You don't answer him and just walk away, reaching another huge area. Most of the spaces resemble the living room for resting, that's close to the meeting room. It's not really your fault for not knowing the places or their purposes yet.

“Don't you want to go down to the training room?” Steve asks you, walking in with you. “It'll be useful, it's what we usually do around these hours. And you'll probably need to do it one time or another.”

“I'll think about it–” You end up bumping someone as you were staring at Rogers. 

“Where are your manners?” Inquiries the being, the great Symbol of Heaven. “Honestly, sister, you've been falling off your feet a lot since the party.”

“Don't call me that.” 

“Do you have something against him?” Stark asks, a bit rhetorically, as he can already sense the answer.

Loki arrogantly tilts his head now that he knows it'll be difficult for you to walk away.

“Of course I have, I don't want to be near him.” You say.

“You don't have to.” The Angel responds.

“Have you people just adopted him now?” Loki asks the two headmasters of the group, and they both look at each other. 

“Firstly, we don't "adopt"–” Stark got interrupted mid his sentence, as the angel presented himself.

“I am the Angel Ediel.” His words give a glimpse in space, and time, and everyone questions their sanity for a second, they could swear they saw something changing. Ediel is as bright as the sun when he grins at his sister.

“Did you guys see that?” Asks Thor as he walks through the door.

“See what?” You question, not knowing what he's talking about.

“I- the thing̛̱͙̟̪̣̠̓̒͑̽–” Thor looks around, then something stops while they're all still looking at the angel.

Until everything stops, Thor enters the room again and repeats the same question. 

“Did you guys see that?” The god asks.

“See what?” You question him.

“I don't remember…” Thor looks down, confused, a finger on his chin as he wonders. They all look at each other now and Tony points at you.

“Just don't kill each other while you're here, he may be good for us, it's always safe to be in the presence of an angel.”

“I actually feel much safer indeed.” Steve expresses and you roll your eyes. Loki knew you had nowhere to hide now.

“Why do you hate him?” Loki asks you.

“Don't you also hate your brother? I have my reasons.” You snap and try to run away once more, until Tony gets ahold of your arm. 

“Calm down now hocus pocus, what is it that you have to say? We have the right to know, what if it's something dangerous?”

“Why is everyone so stuck in this? I have the right to not say anything if I don't want to.”

“I don't see what's wrong either,” Ediel says, defending you. “My sister should feel free to walk away just as she wants to.”

“He seems nice. Just a bit off-putting.” Thor brings up watching the other blond.

“Now you know what you're like.” Loki bickers with Thor. And they share a look close to a childlike war.

“Ediel is a fallen angel,” You tell the group with a quiet tone, wanting nothing more than to go away. “Anything—anyone, that falls out of Heaven must be an evil entity, a fraud, a sinner–”

“If that were true, that'd appeal to you,” Ediel says. “This is everything demons admire. If the accusations were truthful, you'd have no reason to hate me.” The avengers could sense how little you felt close to the golden angel.

“They don't know you. They don't know us. Stay out of my way.” You point to your brother and walk out.

“Do you want to explain the whole 'sister' thing?” Loki casually brings up the topic as Ediel keeps a watch on your way out. “She doesn't seem to cooperate, so who knows, you might actually be useful.” He says to the angel.

Ediel feels bashful before speaking, “It's actually fairly simple,” he says your name and proceeds to talk about you. “She is related to Satan himself, raised by Him, and unfortunately so am I, now.” He says feeling his heart ache with shame.

“However that's not a reason for any of you to hate me, or mistrust me,” he quickly explains as their eyes wander around. “I stay in a different position, I'm never in Hell and I've never been close to it, I stay on the surface nearby Earth. I'm more of an actual fallen angel, I'm a guardian, a protector. A savior.”

Loki rolls his eyes in annoyance, “That's what your sister claimed too, when I first met her. I've heard enough.” He tells them and moves somewhere else too, Thor follows him with a sheepish expression.

“I am a being created by God,” Ediel says to the others. “He loves me, as he does to you all, but unfortunately I'm too close to Satan here. Too close, unfortunately, to be mistaken with a demon. I'm just grateful to know my truth, and I'll keep my guard upon us, against the evil that is the demon that inhabits here.”

Everyone looks convinced that this angel won't go away. But Tony needed to state some things.

“Right, cherub, we don't need help. Demoness is not a terrifying or evil entity, she's been cooperating, and at the exact moment she decides to misbehave, the authorities–” Tony gives a dramatic pause to make sure his point comes across. “will deal with her. Earth authorities, the law. We're not afraid of your evil little friend. You can stay calm.”

“It's still an obligation that I have to stay present and keep a watch.” 

“That makes me quite uncomfortable,” Steve says. “What do you mean by keeping a watch?”

“Nothing frightful, human, I promise you. I'll stay here to ensure everyone's safety, and I'll make sure to be a good spirit to all, I'm the bringer of God's words and great spirit.” He gives everyone a bright smile again.

Translations: In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti = In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Tu es qui jaces in Coelis, gratia plena =Thou who art lies in Heaven, full of Grace.

In omnibus nobis omnia praesens, omnium salvator = He is present to all of us, the savior of all.

Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in Terra = Thy kingdom come. Thy wish will be done, as it is in Heaven and on Earth.

Kom for meg, min lille djevel = Come for me, my little devil.

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Loki was at a loss, now enduring the pain that is dealing with his unforgiving thoughts. Lost inside his own mind he questioned what he could do to get away from the superheros, including the demon that got ahold of him and was settled on clinging on to him for life.

He couldn't yet figure why he was so angry, he didn't know if it was the simple interaction you had with his brother that left him feeling this way. His golden brother was so charismatic he could manage to get anything from him, he always did. It would only be a matter of time for you to switch sides and notice how Loki truly was— meant to be alone.

Seeing the way you behaved with the group made him realize you were difficult in the matter of interacting with them, however, that didn't mean it would be impossible for you to adapt. If Fury gets what he wants you'll be nothing but another pawn for Earth's delight, not that Loki minded (that's what he told himself), but he also knew that it was all just a matter of time. In the back of his mind, he knew the lingering feeling of loss he felt was strongly attached to the thought of you becoming another one of them . Because he despised them, that's surely the only reason.

You wouldn't want to be with him for too long, no one did. The Avengers will make you realize that sooner or later, then you'll see how much of an outcast Loki truly is, how he doesn't fit in with any of them nor ever really did anywhere else.

He told himself he wasn't bothered, he just had to keep his distance.

And then you touched his arm bringing his attention to you, “What are you doing here?” He asked, startled. “You were still in the meeting room a few seconds ago.” He briefly looked at the hallway he recently got out of.

You just smirked at the remark and gave him a look as if he doesn't remember a key detail, leaning your body close to him. He rolled his eyes. 

“Why are you following me?”

“You just walked away, I was concerned.” You shrugged.

“Concerned? You?” His eyebrow raised at the imposition.

“Why yes, am I not allowed to be?” You kept your mischievous gaze on him.

“Doesn't seem very honest to me.” He shared the same mischief in the eyes, the one he always has most of the time.

“I wonder why,” You pretend to be curious. “You know I won't leave.” 

He stopped the staring and looked around the futuristic-themed main room. Huffing at the sight as if to underestimate the midgardian's choice in… probably everything. Or this demon is really messing with his abilities to keep his patience. His shoulders drop before he speaks up again.

“You won't leave?” He inquired, “You can leave, anytime, you know that. I bet they wouldn't keep you here, they aren't going after you.” He says softly.

“I know. I just don't want to.” You quietly made your way to sit on the puffy seat next to a window. “We could still run away.” You brought up.

“And where would we go? We'd be found in no time. And the cycle would repeat, you heard what they said.”

“I know, but I could try another spell…”

“They seem prepared to deal with your underworld magic, I don't see us getting any success from this.” He wanted you to get over this and stop trying to prove your worth, moreover he soon kept walking to a room that's supposed to be his for now.

“Is this where we're going to stay?” You arrived far too quickly in the room after him.

“You have to stop teleporting when it's unnecessary.” He jumps when hears your voice but recomposes himself quickly, putting his hands on your arm as you're really close to him. You clearly didn't mind personal space.

“I didn't, I walked,” You lift your pinky finger midair. “I promise.” And gave him an innocent smile, this time he didn't sense any lies.

He just closed his eyes and massaged his temple, turning to his room and just now realizing what you said. “No, no. You have your own room.” He crossed his arms. You could notice the muscles defining his body as he completed the movements. You should probably stop looking when that happens, you gulp looking guilty and look elsewhere.

“No one told me anything about me having my own room.” You whined, “If that were true they would warn me.”

“Then you should go,” He turned your body around and softly pressed his palms on your back as if to induce you to walk away, gesturing the way out, “and solve this issue with them.” Referring to the people that would likely be at the main room by now.

You frowned at him, turning yourself back in a quick motion. For a few seconds you thought if you should say anything as your mind went through your options.

“What?” He asked after your uncharacteristic silent response.

“Nothing… doesn't matter.” You muttered as you decided on a quick plan. “I-I'm…going to talk to them.” 

'Nothing suspicious about that…' Loki was left to think, he only shook his head one more time and decided to leave it behind.

As you left Loki all alone, he took the time to breathe out in relief, locking the door afterwards. He was aware it was useless when it comes to you, nonetheless, one could never be too cautious, he enjoyed his single privacy for while it lasted.

It didn't take too long, when the moon came along so did you, tiptoeing your way into his room, not-so-elegantly. 

“The Avengers said–” You almost stumbled as you stepped in.

“You should knock.” He exclaimed motioning to the door by your side, trying to persist in his harsh posture even after your clumsy display. You just shook your head and made a dismissive movement with your hands.

“The Avengers are convoquing us to…dine. In a friendly manner.” You finished announcing with a smile. “You and me. With them.” You gesticulated your finger back and forth to where he was, and where you were.

The god closed his golden-speckled leather covered book with a hard breath that you couldn't even hide the amusement it gave you. Your lips fought not to curve up more than it would be politely acceptable in response to his frustration. 

“You good?” You asked, blinking at him.

“I wanted to stay alone for a second and you're here despite the lack of invitation.” He accuses.

“Well, yes…about that…” You lifted your finger up. “There just happens to…not be any other room left for me, they weren't planning on adding another treasure to their box, you know.” Loki's eyebrows went up with the implication that you could possibly be a treasure, you just kept your glee very well known. He also knew you were lying.

“What does that mean?” He asked, fearing the answer you'd come up with already.

“They said I could stay around! The room's big enough for two.” You sounded very cheerful, he gave you a curious look, but said nothing. You were prying into the room all ready to present your ideas to future changes, and what you're going to add.

“My stuff is not moving anywhere, if you want to move in make sure to stay very far from whatever is mine.” He said sternly and you turned around with the same intensity as his in your eyes, it wasn't often when you looked seriously annoyed. But you rapidly changed your expression, softening your eyes once again.

“Sure, I'll try and remember that.” Loki just knew something about your reaction felt out of place to him, he tried to keep in mind that being from Hell makes you look weird nevertheless, but there was something about it that was still incredibly off-putting even for him. “They will probably hunt us down if we delay any longer. Shall we go?” 

You didn't know what to expect out of dining with superheros, honestly the experience made you feel like an outsider. You kept fumbling with the cutlery blissfully unaware of the clear expression of boredom you were wearing. However you held the consciousness of how uncomfortable you made the people around you, their stares would be descriptive as suffocating to human eyes.

But you were used to the uneasiness, you just never had to spend so long bearing it. To you, Loki's stare from the other side of the table was the one that burned the most. 

Your plate was filled by the deliciously-scented and recently cooked chicken breast, unconsciously giving you a reminder of the food Loki prepared for you, making the tip of your lips unintentionally curve up without your permission. You wondered if you'd scare them away by saying you prefer it dead , you wondered which sentences would be the limits for their fears.

“You're quite unlucky I'll say.” Clint began, starting serious and then coming closer to mention his next words. “You arrived just the night it's Steve's turn to cook.” He finished with his lips deep in a proud smile.

Thor's hand touched Clint's back as support as he laughed. “Imagine having this bad of a first impression! Oh poor you.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes. “If I had to experience Captain America's food as my first midgardian meal, I'd perish on the spot, death would be a preferable option than coming back!”

“You wouldn't want to defend the humans with this thing!” Hawkeye burst the words out with mirth as his eyes began to tear up. You looked at both of them, feeling very entertained, you always stayed in quite awe watching humans cry out of joy.

“Ok, ok, I see.” Steve took it lightly, coming out of the kitchen and giving a kind smile to the group. “You're already tainting my image in front of this… being.” You could see he was trying to be nice.

“Rogers is one of the only ones here who believes in God.” Bruce explained quietly to you, hesitant.

“Really?” You answered amusedly, looking back at the mighty and heroic American symbol.

“Yeah. He doesn't fully accept the Gods from space here either.” Pointing to both Thor and Loki. “Says there's only one God.” 

“That's because they're more aliens than gods.” Again, Steve explained, ready to put some more chicken from the frying pan to Nat's plate. “I didn't think I'd need to explain, to be honest. It's pretty obvious. Just look at them.” 

“I'm surprised Loki didn't correct him yet.” You joke around.

Loki who had his posture rigidly strict against the chair as he was giving you a death glare, now rolled his eyes at your statement. “I don't need to correct him, he's Steve Rogers, everything, from his heroism to his morals are imprecise. But midgardians think he's an example for his undying sense of justice and serum applied to his veins that make him look like an angel compared to their frail lives.”

“You're one to talk, calling out others for being morally questionable.” You expressed. Loki opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“I see we're starting dinner well.” Stark bumped in, “I enter the room and I see someone putting the Captain in place.”

“Look, Tony…” Steve begins and doesn't finish, instead just turns around with the pan holding the chicken. It made him look like a babysitter or a housekeeper of this team of adults, you could see he was trying his best to be understanding and take everything as a joke. You put your elbows to the table and cross your fingers to rest your head on top, so you can observe them. "Let's just not. Not now.” 

Whilst Tony made his way to sit and prepare his part, everybody began talking about something with one another, changing the topics. Some were forcing themselves to remain casual in their speech and act as if you're not there. Thor tried to make his brother speak more but Loki just seemed lost, and, by all means, a bit tired. 

You could sense he himself seemed impressed by his own lack of energy, although he didn't want to show any sign of weakness, you could see it. Your head tilted to the side as you tried to read him with clarity, until the moment Thor tried to bring up their reason to be on Earth.

“If it happened to you, father would have made an excuse to keep you on Asgard.” Loki snarked his words in a fit.

“I have been banished before, as you remember. And you were on Asgard, you had the throne.” Thor accuses and tries to remain cool about such touchy subjects for both of them.

“The throne?” He chuckled humorlessly. “Don't even mention those times.” He looked pained to remember, “You don't know what I had to do. In my turn, he just keeps me here locked up on this planet.”

“At least he still kept your power. His punishment could be way worse.” The other god seemed sensible in his arguments.

“He didn't even want to see me to make his decision!”

“He doesn't need to–” Thor tried to speak.

“Hey–” Natasha cut your gaze, bringing your attention to her while they're both still discussing. “Come with me.”

She brought you to the kitchen that was only occupied by Steve and his venture at cooking. “Thought you needed an out.” She said, giving you a small smile. Steve tried to ignore you two and focused on his task. 

You could sense they all tried their best not to be too…offensive, with their words.

You just looked at her, you could see she was tormented by grievous memories, and yet somehow she seemed the lightest in welcoming you, incredibly genuine in trying not to be judgemental, you gave her a quizzing look.

“I was asked,” she said looking at Steve, smiling, and then back at you, “to make some smoothies. Thought you might wanna help, if you want.” She offered. “If Fury wants you here, I want to be sure not to stick to your bad side.” She said but seemed unafraid. Then, wandered off to say again. “And…I know what it's like, I just didn't want anyone to feel left out. This team, as chaotic as it is, is still pretty special to me.” She finished giving you a smile that could surpass a lot of…humane feelings unable to be described.

“Will you help?” She pointed to the berries casually, as if you're already part of her considered family.

You looked at the strawberries sitting on the cupboard, they looked unwashed and recently harvested. “Sure…” You affirmed diffidently. Moving to grab some strawberries with your hands, tainting them with their red juice, the texture being new to you. It's not as if you ever had to deal with such a mundane task.

“Perfect! Clean them and put them in this bowl right here.” She placed the bowl near your arm, so you began your small work with a certain detachment. “The ones that are too weak,— you'll notice when you give them a tiny squeeze or when they don't seem red enough— it means that they're rotted. In that case,” She finishes, “you throw them away.”

You blink at her. And then blink to look at the strawberries on your hands. You begin to do as she says whilst keeping an ear to Thor and Loki's conversation in the area just next the kitchen.

The seconds barely pass when you see a vivid green flash coming from this area, and you hear Thor's grunt and small bluish flash following.

The ones that are too weak, they're rotted. Your muscles shake to squeeze the tiny berry. In that case, you throw them away.  

The only place you actually felt moderately calm was when you're not around them, and that finally happened when you settled on Loki's sofa before his arrival. Summoning a dark blanket out of thin air to keep you company for the chilliness of his room.

Loki came in afterwards, not at all surprised to see you're already there. His mood was worse than possible, he actually seemed more agitated after speaking about his father, or maybe it was the fact he had a fight with his brother. Or maybe, all the situations happening today, that in itself is pretty draining.

You noticed he had some bruises and a paleness that you assumed appeared to be a cause of electric shock.

He just tossed his shirt off his body and let it fall somewhere in the room, your eyes round at his offhand act, then you bite your lips shamefully, looking away as he does so. Loki tries to hide his glee, stifling his smile at all costs and looking at you seriously once again. You were beginning to get used to his expression of demand.

“Behave.” He pointed at you.

“You're the God of Mischief, and you want me to behave?” You asked excitedly about the prospect, wishing to misbehave.

“I'll take a shower and I expect you to be on your best behavior around my chambers. That is all.” You reckoned he meant the room with the term 'chambers', you had to be mindful of where he came from.

“A shower?” You lifted an eyebrow, almost making him snort with the unexpectedness of your next words. “May I watch?”

“Tempting, if I didn't know you, I might've even accepted. Your body would probably make up for all your peskiness.” He let his eyes wander to your figure lying on the sofa, trying to snitch further the blanket covering you still looking playful.

You gasped, forging shock and bringing the blankets higher to reach your neck. “You were a gentleman before, at the tunnel…”

“And you can make a bed appear out of nowhere if you want to, no need for deceit.”

“I much prefer to comment on your chivalry.” You sing, “For someone that gave me a blanket when I was cold to suddenly leave me to hurt my delicate muscles on this hard couch.” You dramatically hit the skeleton of the sofa to prove your point, Loki lightheartedly shakes his head at that. “So painful, who would even keep this weapon in the comfort of their place?”  

“The sofa's not mine. That's a problem for you to deal with.” He turns his back and goes to shower, ignoring whatever you could say next.

When he goes to bed, you try to rest, and moreover, snicker to yourself at the moment the hard surface makes itself present once more as you lay. You wait a few minutes, closing your eyes and checking on what Loki's doing. And he's reading. 

You shift tensely on your tiny space, unquiet. Loki thinks to himself “how long does it take for you to drop the act?” and keeps absorbing whatever the pages of his book has to give to him, blocking your huffs and —quite prominent —fake grunts of pain. 

He notices you peek out of the blanket to look at him, then just slips the blanket further on the couch, and moves on your tiptoes to come closer to the bed.

You approach with a suave stance and saccharine charming smile, your hands putting down his book to make him pay attention to you. “Let me sleep here.” Your tone is all soft-spoken and gentle as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.

He lets the book fall and hitches his breath unwillingly as he looks at you. You see his pupils dilating as he struggles to keep from shivering, your heartbeats beating loudly in comparison to the silence from his answer. 

He felt so alive to you at the moment, your hands twitch to touch his chest and feel his rapid breathing beneath your fingertips, you hope your admiration isn't so perceptive. You wondered what you've done to make him so responsive.

This feeling dries your mouth so you lick your lips and bring your right hand up to cup his chin carefully. You could see he was in a fight with himself behind his eyes.

“Are you really a Succubus?” He quivers under your gaze and heaves to keep his hands stuck in place. You straddle his lap on the spur of the moment and he gapes in response, a grin plastered on your face so nefariously you wouldn't think twice before assuming that his words were factual.

“You feel so alive. I've barely even moved.” Your voice was raspy and your smile thrilling regarding the circumstances. The closer you got the more you could feel his blood beating fast-paced under his skin.

He grits his teeth at your statement, not sharing the same amusement as you, and uses his strength to push you off him. Thinking he caught you off guard but you keep your cheerful mood, his attempt at making whatever it is stop only making it all more interesting to you.

“You won't fool me, devil.” He spat with a fury he carried only towards you. 

You trembled in your position due to his comment, his usually-luring voice was low and soaked with denial in the tone of each word, you were still graciously smiling up at him in delight, “Who knew the only thing I had to do is take the first step to share your bed?” You swiftly move to approach his thighs, easily now that he moved position, kneeling to him. “Is that all it takes? Have you desired me since the cabin?” Your eyes darken as you say.

He licks his lips, feeling the lust clouding his mind. “I… I could always make use of your warm body, seeing as your passion won't allow you to leave.” He smiles menancily, allowing his desire to take place. “Demoness, I was starting to think your beauty was a scam and all too useless. Seeing as you wouldn't put it to good use.” He leaned his body against the headboard as he looked down at you, breathing out air thinly through his gritted teeth. The sight of people kneeling for him would forever be his weakness. The power dynamic in the vulnerable performance makes him weak on his knees.

You make your way between his thighs and grip them firmly with your delicate hands, never taking your eyes off him on your allure, seduction certainly wasn't unfamiliar to you.

“Will you let me rest in your bed, with you? If I do you a favor?” You give him another sinful look and voice edges on pleading. “You know, I would be restless in the morning if I were to be kept awake, the pain down my spine as a result of that torturous couch, we wouldn't want that…” Your hot breath neared his clothed hardening erection, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure of having your face in such an intimate part of him. Nuzzling your face gently against his crotch, his rushing blood was deafening to your senses and you were drowning on it.

He grips your hair forcefully pulling you away and bringing your face up to his in one sturdy, although clumsy, move. 

“Do I make you nervous, Loki?” You fluttered your eyelashes as you asked, now face-to-face.

You are smiling like the devil you are while he increases his rough hold on your hair strands, making a ruffling mess under his fingertips, giving you a threatening glare with such a dark gaze that your shivering makes you seem human.

“Cease the act.” His voice is demanding and powerful with his rich accent. 

His jaw is clenched and his breathing unsteady as he locks eyes with you, you were persistent on your teasing and bucked forward his chest to get your body closer to him. Ignoring what he asked of you.

Proceeding to lick his lips as he continued to express his moodiness, catching him off guard, his eyes closing as the cold of your tongue made contact with his face.

His shock is clear and he gapes at you, for a moment you can see the blatant touch-starving man presenting all the vulnerability of finally having someone wishing to touch him. Of having someone touching him.

At first you think he's going to indulge in your touches and continue, but his sudden rage comes like lightning and now he has the full intention of hurting you.  

His grip doesn't relent as he shoves you off him like falling off the spell of a wicked siren luring a jolly sailor to the sea.

His force actually takes you by surprise, he manages to grip your wrists with such strength it would undoubtedly leave marks even on someone like you, you could feel the skin scratching but he has no clue during his wrath. You struggled against his furious dragging, feeling like a monster getting repelled and caught in your deceitfulness. 

He madly drags your body out of his room and pushes you on the floor of the main area. You fell with a hiss, looking up at him and deranged by the audacity, you felt the stinging pain on your scalp and the burn on your wrists. 

“This is where you deserve to sleep.” He said as coldly as one could muster. You tried one last time to reason, even knowing you could reach his chambers in no time no matter how much he tries to keep you away.

“Loki…you can't possibly leave me here.” You smiled forcefully through your rage. “You should know I'm going to enter no matter what you say.” It's as if another mask is falling off as you speak.

“Oh no, little demoness.” He smiles, giving you the same amount of mock-up kindness. Kneeling to reach your height where you now sat. “Try that again and see where that'll lead you. You don't want to mess with me, trust me. I'm not in a good mood.” He warns.

“When are you ever in a good mood?” The cold contact with the floor was making itself very present by now. You were beginning to get impatient. “Let's stop this game, and I'll let you rest.”

“You never cease your games. You are a creature born in addiction.” He cups your face with both his hands and grins cruelly at you. “And I won't be tricked by the devil.” Pressing his nails further in your flesh as he's done and tosses your face aside, leaving you fuming by his disrespect.

It's fair to say Loki suffered the whole night, the nightmares were unstoppable. He should have thought about the possibility of your revenge being far from sweet, you —he assumed it was your fault, at least —tortured him the whole night. He was unable to rest properly.

And you looked him in the eyes by the morning with a guiltless smile as if nothing happened, filled with forged innocence. He attempted to ignore you as best as he could.

Although he should have known better, knowing you're a petulant little demon looking forward to feeding off of his annoyance. Loki had successfully hidden his earlier, prominent eye bags from lack of sleep to cover with a neater disguise.

“Did she manage to eat your soul?” Stark taunted Loki with clear amusement in his voice.

The god rolled his eyes, “Just a bad night.” He blows off the steam of his hot Midgardian beverage they drink first thing in the morning. Giving a temptive drink to experiment and wincing in response. “How do you people even drink this?!” 

You give him a curious look that takes over the joy you were feeling from watching him. Lifting a mug of your own coffee to your lips.

“This is diabolical.” Your eyes closed strongly, flinching from the taste. “It makes me want to vomit!” You said not so dramatically, it may as well be true.

“There's no need to offend coffee, you're just a bunch of aliens,” Stark snapped, everyone could see he wasn't really offended, just looking for means of annoying you two more.

“This is why I always drink my morning tea,” Bruce lifted his tea and took a sip. “It's delicious, and…I have to…stay calm. It really helps.” He shrugged, glancing at the two of you. 

“I think Loki would love this one, considering his European accent and kingliness and–” Tony pointed out and Bruce was shaking his head to him, gesturing to cut the sentence short.

Loki refused to entertain the mortals in their aspects about him, and also, strongly refused to take another sip of the offending coffee.

“I wanna try this one!” You offered your open hands towards the green mug that was filled by tea. 

“No, no,” Bruce refused hesitantly, afraid of your reaction. “This one's mine.” He explained quietly.

“Oh.” You tilted your head but nodded in understanding. 

“Here, girl,” Nat passed you a mug out of nowhere, you weren't paying much attention. You accepted warmly.

“Thank you.” You take a sip of the tea, and you agree that it tastes much better than you expected it to. You licked your lips learning the taste of the drink.

Next thing you do is push the mug towards Loki, startling him with the hurriedness. You see he flinched and you visibly recoiled at that, trying to make yourself smaller and offering him your best kind smile. A silent apology.

“This might be your thing.” You press the part beneath the mug pushing it a bit up in presentation, “Try it! I think the taste is acceptable.”

Anyone else could try to point your powers as responsible for this, but Loki looked a bit convinced, resisting a small fight with himself from your previous reaction, also from the horrible coffee he had just tried. He licked his lips before bringing the mug up to sip.

His eyes seemed softer now, even though he was still tired. 

“It's not as offensive as the other one.” He shook the mug on his hands, and gave you a small smile.

The atmosphere was better than expected from the day before. The Avengers were trying to adapt to the change and were trying to remain accepting as long as there aren't any suspicious occurrences from the both of you.

Over the rest of the day, you tried to induce him to talk to you more, he seemed so friendly during breakfast you just couldn't resist.

“What if we just pretend last night never happened?” You suggested with a smirk.

He smiles at you, “You think this changes anything? I still don't trust you,” He paid his attention to the book again.

“I don't think you trust anyone.” You said looking down, “That's kind of the point in your title, being the god of Lies.” You explained.

“Are you saying I have to be alone?” He amusedly mixed your words. “I know I'm a trickster, but there's no need–”

“If that were the case I'd have to be alone too.” You raised your eyebrow to him and gave him a smile. “No, we can be together.” You playfully punch his arm.

He changed his expression once again to become stern, not admiring the fact you lightly punched him. 

“So…” He says your name, and you remember that you told everyone your real name, “you weren't lying? That's really your name?”

“Yes, it is. And you should use it more than just call me 'demoness' everytime.” You don't miss the opportunity to say, and keep going. “Come on,” Your voice had a singing tone with an equally devilish grin, “I consider you a friend.” 

“A friend?” His eyebrows almost jumped out of his face, he still had to fight not to show his mirth. “Didn't know you tried to bed all your friends.”

“Well, I can justify it by telling you: I don't have many.” You started, still smiling.

“And I can see why.” He moved to the other page of his book, mentally noting he'll need to read the previous one again some other time. 

“Don't be like that.” You were all too happy to say, “As your brother said, we're deceivers by nature!” You closed your fists up in excitement, almost contaging him with your glee. He didn't fight his smile this time, and that made yours wider. “We have to unite! Against those normal…humans. Don't you think?” You grabbed his hand when claiming an union.

“You really try to be manipulative, don't you?” He was looking at you so intensely it almost made you embarrassed. You had to recompose yourself, you were surprised to see his good mood.

You forgot to notice he grew quite used to your clinginess, and didn't try to stop the closure. You also didn't realize his fingers softly learned how yours felt against his. It's been a long time since he experienced touch.

“I try and I can be.” You said petulantly. “And you know it.” You lifted your chin high.

“I said it last night, I won't be tricked by your evilness, your traitorous complexion. It just won't ever work on me…” He said the words whilst you looked up at him in awe looking every bit very puppy-like, to a point he felt he wasn't even describing you as a demon. “Demon, demonic indeed, but I can't deny you're very cute.”

Your smile was beyond elated. “I do love to see your determination,” Trying to get a hold of your sheepish expression, feeling your face warm. “But hey, you did compliment me, I guess that counts to say we're friends at this point.”

“Sure thing, I did compliment you.” He shook his head, cheerful. “Just not sure about the "friend" thing.” He quoted with his fingers.

“No? You prefer something more?” You leaned towards him, as the embodiment of glee itself, batting your eyes at him. Your flirting just non-stopping.

He didn't have time to respond as agent Hill — as you soon learned her name— entered the room and claimed to need you for an obligatory test. Which made you look tremendously puzzled, looking from Loki to her, in question.

“Me? But– why?” You ask as she quickly makes her way to pull you by your arm to lift you up, which you don't appreciate.

“Mandatory examination will be required of your form for a S.H.I.E.L.D study on what we're dealing with, it's been made with every living being in this building, if you don't believe me,” She stopped to grab some files to present to you. “We'll need you both to cooperate.” She looked at Loki looking like she didn't want to get to this part.

“Why him, too?” Your frown deepened. “Thor should be enough representation to discover how Asgardians are.” 

Loki ignored your gaze and looked elsewhere, looking incredibly ashamed all of a sudden. Taking away the comfortable atmosphere you both had built before, that made you feel a pang in your heart, you could feel his discomfort.

This feeling was completely abnormal to you, almost unrecognizable, but you could sense the fragility was human.

“Loki's anatomy is different because he's not Asgardian, he's…something else. I won't remember the name now.” She sighed, clearly just wanting to get her work done. “God, these aliens…” 

“You didn't want to warn me because you're aware I'll deny.” He said affirmingly. Still refusing to look.

“What are you?” You questioned blissfully unaware. The bad discomfort you shared is now being replaced by your curiosity.

“Could you not act like an insolent pest for once?” He snapped. You just tilted your head and gave him a smile. This part of his thoughts was so deeply rooted and refused, you couldn't casually access it with mind-reading. 

“Sure, man…” You tried not to let your smile disappear, your answer made him feel guilty for snapping. But on his behalf, you do behave pretty insolent.

“I have work to do, so, if you will.” She gestured out to move to the examining room. Your face fell at the expectation, you don't enjoy collaborating with whatever their plans are.

“What are these for?” You asked once again, clicking on the screen that was floating in front of you.

“DON'T PLAY WITH THAT!” Tony screamed, “It's very serious! It's not a toy!” He hurried to protect his invention from your senseless tapping.

“How was I supposed to know?” You say, annoyed now, crossing your arms.

“For how long do you live on Earth? Or did you get off the ground of a cemetery like…last week?” He asked, pointing to your face and being ironic.

“Mock me one more time, Stark, I dare you. And the next thing going under the ground will be–” 

“Ok, everything ready. You just need to enter that room. We'll start with an X-ray then we'll move to your dentary tests.” Loki was side-by-side with Maria while she pressed the options on another screen and said the instructions. He curiously leaned trying to see over her shoulder as if trying to understand them better by that. And see the information on the tiny screen on her hands.

“Dentary…?” You said the word very slowly. “What is it about my teeth that needs to be studied?” 

“We need to check your fangs, nothing much, but still required.” Maria stops to glance at Loki and give him a look to scold him off, he just shifts in place ruffling, probably for being caught, and crossing his arms like a spoiled child but trying to still act nonchalant. “Then we'll need a photo for an identity.” 

That makes you think for yourself, live with the humans so mix with the human rules, you guessed. Quickly making something in your mind, and reminding yourself of the times you shape-shifted into other people, never showing your real face before.

You sighed but nodded, the X-ray left you confused by their techniques. 

And then, the dental care was news to you. Their gloves felt too artificial and noisy, it was making you unsteady to participate in their plan. Poor dentist seems terrified of you purposefully biting his finger off. 

The photoshooting came to be a lot easier than what you had in mind, you didn't know if the relief from getting out of the claws of a 'dentist' was enough to make you okay with anything else. Their cameras' flashes were so light and quick it's almost unnoticeable. Then you remembered they work with post-traumatized victims most of the time, it's a necessary tool, and seemed even more necessary during Loki's turn.

“It's good to have a photo of you that's unmasked.” Fury tried to make a light joke. You crossed your arms but nothing that wasn't allowed during the shooting.

“I'm surprised by how calm you are, Loki's not acting so postured, and keeps refusing to give them the photos willingly.” Thor said, entering the room.

You scowled, “Is he okay?” Your timbre was high against your will.

“Don't frown, keep a blank face, it's for a document.” Said the person behind the camera. You don't really care for their name.

“I don't care, if you guys are forcing him–”

“Relax, it's just necessary measures, Loki more than anyone should enjoy the camera's attention.” Stark brought to the conversation, he related to the statement he just said. “At least, I would.” He dramatically tilted his head royally. “Cameraman, if you're done taking pictures of the demon you might get happy to know I'm more than free to appear on the headlines.”

You huffed, bothered. If they don't need you anymore you might as well see how Loki is.

You try to make your way to the other room until Thor blocks the way, oblivious to your intentions, just looking all too happy to talk to you about his first ever time having to be their model for Asgardian identity. He gives you a warm smile, beginning to wander off and start talking about how different humans are from his people, which you attempt to politely figure out a manner to make sure you're not being rude. 

You begin politely nodding your head and trying to gaze off his shoulder, lifting yourself a bit on your feet to try and see something. You fail and sigh defeated.

Meanwhile, Loki watches as you and his brother from what he thought was you two getting along way more. From this perspective, it comes as obvious to him that you're warming up quickly to the team, warming up just very well. He doesn't know how to muddle down this saddened emotion but he for sure won't just stand as you get too friendly with his brother.

Friend, friend, friend thing. Bullshit. It was all talk, how could he ever compare? He didn't even know why his emotions were on the edge like this. Or why he feels this way.

Later, as you finally find Loki you give him a familiar smile at this point. He wondered how your jaw didn't hurt from this, but then again, demon anatomy wasn't exactly his speciality.

Loki asks immediately, breaking any greetings you could give to him, "I didn't know you had a thing for golden boys. What is it in my brother that attracts you so much?”

You backed off a bit in surprise but the twinkle in your eyes certainly didn't go away. “What's wrong, Loki?” You gave him a soft smile so caring he could throw anything he questioned away and give his soul to you in that moment.

He rolls his eyes as a simple excuse to also break off eye contact. So you keep speaking.

“Is it about Thor?” Your amusement could reach the sky by how perceptible it was. “Let's see…” You pretend to think. “Maybe the fact he's never left me out his room for the night? Is that a good answer?”

Loki didn't know you weren't keen on what Thor had been telling you, but he didn't need to know that.

“Also, it's not like they don't have their appeal.” You shrug, he just stares. “They are so easy to corrupt, and they try to do their best for the weak… Sweet things they are. Have you seen the Cap?” You mention the American pride. “Oh the hero he is, makes so much for my reckless soul, I would think I'm high off their goodness.” You lick your lips. You were lying to him of course, but the thoughts were still legit.

“Like they're angels? That entices you?” He tried to remain at your level in tone of voice. But you shivered as he said the word 'angel', no, not that.

“No.” You were fast to deny. “No, not angels. I–I–I don't…” You stuttered for a second then put yourself together for once. “I don't like angels.”

His merriment was now present on his face, he caught something that made you shiver.

“I find it fascinating how you don't enjoy it when I mention religious entities.” He tilts his head up arrogantly looking down at you, unknowingly making your insides burn with the way he's staring. Last night came to your mind as you admired his features. “I think I found something that makes you weak…” He purls in your ear, breathing out the last word like he's your rival and just now found out your deepest weakness. “What's wrong with angels, hm? Do you mind telling me?” His eyes were convincing and sparkling with mischief.

He enjoyed taking ahead of any game you two might play, you tilt your head up too trying to mimic him but just not to looking the same, and bite your lips.

“If I told you I'd let you in…” You said surprisingly truthfully. “And that's not something I want.”

“I thought we were friends.” He feigned shock by gaping theatrically. “You said you considered me your friend.” He accused, bringing your words back to you.

“Yes. A deceitful friend. One that's trustworthy in a matter of tricks and making up plans.” You tried to explain with all the seriousness you could muster. 

“You wound me, darling.” He spoke not seriously, you divert your attention to the pet name that came instinctively out of his mouth. Now you're the one that's gaping surprisedly, like a fish. He remains composed and actually chuckles from your expression to his words. “Demoness,” He calls you as if quickly trying to correct the pet name from before, “as friends, you should trust me with your secrets.”

You close your mouth and press your eyes together in distress. “Not this. Never about this. Let's just do something else.” You try to reach for his arm and change the subject but he is determined, slipping away from your predictable grasp. 

“We can't do anything else.” He brings up trying to put down his gloom. “You'll try to lure me to your charms again.” He accuses and you pretend not to hear it.

A party. Of course, Stark planned a party.

It came unexpectedly when he announced it, but to his defense —he explained, “We work all the time, how could a little time-off hurt? Just a night of partying for us,” trying not to get into any discussions with the team, but everyone knew he'd do anything he wanted anyway.

“I need to have a reason now?” He huffed angrily, all the others gasping at his sentence. Steve mumbled something about 'rich people always making a huge party for nothing.' “Yes, ancient relic, it's become an addiction by this point.” He cleared his throat, “I can always claim it's for our two new additions.” He presents you and Loki to the conversation.

That's how it ended up where you are now, sitting on the main couch two days afterwards. With Nat trying to show you how to do a makeup look like hers.

“Okay, tilt your head up a bit.” You do as she says. She holds your chin and highlights your cheekbones. “You look beautiful with this, even more than usual.” 

You're not sure what to respond, you just shrug messily, but feel your cheeks warm at the comment. You noticed her eyes stared intensely now in comparison to the first day, when she wouldn't even look at you.

You two were alone doing the makeup until two of the men decided to sit around and watch. The men being Clint and Thor.

“Can you do one on me too?” Thor asked, laughing a little but seeing truthful in his words. “I mean it, I think this art is really pretty. My people do this too, but it doesn't look like that.” 

“And what does it look like?” Asked Clint. 

“Well, firstly it kind of involves a bit more blood. The warriors —men, mainly— prefer to have their faces painted with blood, before, after or during a battle.” He took a sip of his alcoholic drink, you were interested in the story. 

“Whose blood?” You wondered with a crooked smile.

“Of the ones who die first.” He laughs and finishes the rest of his drink in a large sip. “They are unlucky, but we consider their blood honorable. So their death is honored, and gives us more luck with their passing to Valhalla.”

“Brother,” Loki makes his entrance in the room, “you never cease your battle-talk.” He smirks, you noticed he's a bit more mirthful these past few days. You believe he's starting to notice this too, compared to how tired he was some days ago.

“I think battle-talks are entertaining.” You say and look at Thor,  “They're the ones everyone wants to listen to.” 

“Of course you'd think that.” You try to ignore Loki's eyes. “Anything with blood interests you, I wonder what else would–”

“Alright, you two are getting a little too close for me.” Clint said getting up quickly and going to the feast, far closer to where Tony was drowning in his beverages.

“I think Tony's enjoying it too much.” You say. “I don't see the appeal in losing your sense of control.” You were still looking at Tony, so you didn't see Loki's eyes sparkling with mischief and new ideas.

“You should try this.” He puts up a glass with something that looks a bit too much like beer to you. 

“I've tried beer before and it's disgusting.” You put the glass away with your fingers. 

“It's not beer.” He simply says, “I'll take it as you're too weak to taste it. Even the gods faint at the single taste of a powerful Asgardian mead.” He says too proudly.

You picked some interest at that, looking over your shoulder at the glass with a look of superiority. 

“Come on, demoness!” Thor almost screamed with joy, “It's a moment of pride for our Asgardian heart. So we can see your reaction.” He gestured to both himself and Loki.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the glass from the table, swallowing its content in a single second. 

“See? Nothing, it's nothing to me.” You crossed your arms and gave them a tight-lipped smile.

“PASS ME SOME OF THAT!” Stark appeared suddenly with three other strangers around him. Looking all like a proper Queen Bee.

“It's definitely better if you don't even touch it, Stark, not in your state.” Thor hurries to hide the mead, “It's not made for human men.” 

“Then it is exactly what I'm looking for today!” He smiles trying to reach for the bottle once more.

“Hi Thor!” Some girl waved at Thor, Loki rolled his eyes and focused on you again.

“Drink more.” Loki pointed to the full bottle at the side of the table, “I could use a few too, I'm so glad Thor could bring this from Asgard.”

“Normal alcohol does nothing to you, I'm guessing?”

“That you've guessed right.” He confirmed, already putting more mead on his glass. Lifting it up to present it to you with a lifting eyebrow, “A toast for us?”

You moved to accept and grab more for you. 

The tower got full quicker than expected and to your surprise you failed to meet some of your known buddies. You met new nurses, some businessmen, some business-people in general, even celebrities (which might be an out-of-this-world-experience for humans).

You left a quiet gasp of surprise and quickly turned around when you felt a touch on your shoulder. The cold breath hitting your neck made you come to your senses quite quickly so you already had an idea who the person was.

“Loki,” You whisper, trying to keep your timbre low. “What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as discreetly as possible.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” You couldn't pinch the alcohol in his breath, you quickly wondered if this was an illusion he pulled on the spot or if he simply was used to the drink so he just didn't get drunk.

His hand moved from your shoulder to pass openly over your body's upper half. Discreetly going through your breasts to your stomach to finally reach your hips and grab them with passion. And pressed his body with precision against your back.

He couldn't stop touching your hips with his fingertips and pressing his distinguishable hard-on on the curve of your ass. Making you squeak as you tried to not bring attention to you, tried to pretend nothing was happening.

“Are you drunk?" You're facing him now, turning to bring your arms around his shoulders, silently wishing he would pick you up from the position. Maybe the closer you've gotten together these past few days made him get comfortable enough to do this. Either way, you couldn't say you minded. 

“Hmmm,” He hummed, pressing his face on the crook of your neck, smelling the new human perfume that Nat insisted on putting on you.

“No,” he finally answered. “I'm not drunk, just a bit full, but nothing I can't handle.” He gives you a characteristic smirk, wanting nothing more than to take the offending clothes off your body and give in to his desires, make sure his primitive instincts get sated right there, in front of everyone. You bit your lips with the lights turning your vision.

He groaned in your ear as you squirmed in his embrace, —as if he heard your mind, he made sure to pull you up and even closer to him. Getting you all puzzled, but once again, not even complaining. You understand by the atmosphere the place has, and the attraction you give, this might even come as irresistible to him.

The loudness could make your heartbeat quake and the floor tremble beneath your feet and the very vulnerability the humans presented in the scene in front of you was something of a proper entertaining performance to your eyes.

But you couldn't help but feel addicted to it, you felt the rushing in your veins and your blood pulsing mistakenly mixing with the local music.

“What if we get out of here?” You tried to induce Loki. “Maybe you're giving in to this Devil's tricks after all.” You couldn't help but smile sweetingly.

“Oh dear, right now I couldn't care less. I've denied it for long enough.” You doubted his truth about being sober, as he maintened his harsh grip on you, marking your skin with his nails. “We could always just stay right here.” He smoothly moves your body up and down his clothed erection, licking his lips with a charming smile as you feel him throb through his pants. 

He suddenly leaned forward to, desperately, start kissing you, for the first time. His hands explore as much as he possibly can as if you two have so little time, as if you'd run away anytime and he wouldn't get to memorize you. He's kissing you like he's been denying himself the temptation.

“Loki,” You moan against your will, putting your hands to his chest to get a break from him, trying to catch your breath, halting his tongue from greedily seeking yours. 

Your hands look tiny in comparison to his bulky stature and it made your eyes wide at the sight, he seemed every bit as god-like as possible. “Loki…” 

“Yes, my fierce demoness? Are you going to take my soul? Or do I need to give you what you need most?” His pupils were dilated at the sight of your breathless state, your lips plump from the kissing and shining with the mix of your saliva, dripping a little beside your chin, your eyes shining bright just for him, making his cock twitch. “If I give you my cock, will you become more amicable? I wonder…” 

The possessiveness in his position, with your thighs spread apart for his body to accommodate between your legs, exactly where he should've been this whole time. Damned be the consequences, blame it on the party if needed, but his hands wouldn't stay away from you even if he tried.

“What is it that I need? You think I need you, now?” Fuck me. Fuck me. His talking was cruel as you felt your body burn. 

His hand delicately moves lower to rest on your pelvis. His huge palm pressing it like it's his, like such a private part of you it's his property, caressing it and making you shiver as you restlessly snapped your head around the room. 

You gulped a bit from the sight. “Loki? We should cast an illusion... I can cast it if you want.” You said.

“Do we need to?” He bit your earlobe, and almost desperately as possible, reached down to your lips again, wanting to stay close. Wanting to constantly touch you. “Imagine what a time we'd have,” He spread your thighs even wider, making you gasp as his hands were claiming, tightening around your skin. “If they could see you like this, a dangerous monster to their eyes. So fucked up and wet for a God...and one like me, the one they despise…” 

His eyes sparked like offering a challenge, like you're in the company of a wolf ready to devour you.

“Right, darling? Do you think they'd get off on you too? I'm almost making a mess of my pants just from the sight of you, imagine what these mortals would do.” He moved your dress up to present more of you to him, and you shiver, unable to stop your sounds as you squirm in his grasp. “Shhh,” he whispers. “Shhh, my devilish little whore–” 

His words make you groan with sudden distaste but he quiets you, putting you down and turning your body so your back is against him once more, and moving his other palm to your mouth. Silencing any protest that you'd make from his words, until you bite his skin. He lets go with a hiss.

“I'll murder you if you try to offend me,” Your eyes look murderous as you force your neck to glance at him, “I know it turns you on, but I'll kill you, Loki.” You press your nails down the skin of his arms, wanting to scratch him and make him hurt for his single comment.

“I've put a spell on us,” He says, groaning from a momentary friction the roll of his hips caused. “No one will catch us.” His voice was so tempting, you feared he was making you weak. You knew he was lying about the spell but it suddenly felt irresistible to comment anything against him.

His fingers slide down to brush the thin cloth of your already soaked panties, just from his brutish handling but delicate caresses. Loki starts kissing your jaw and his teeth scrapes over your neck, biting and licking it until he leaves a mark.

He brings your panties to the side and starts trailing his finger over your folds, taking his moment to massage your clit, eyes glinting with want and he looks down, frantically wishing he could just lower himself down right there and worship your quim like you're a goddess instead of a sinner. Your cunt clenched with each stroke and you couldn't hold the soft whine of the god's name as he went faster. “Loki.”

He took such a pleasure from listening to your voice as you say his name, he couldn't contain himself, his hips rutting on your behind, glued to your body, merging himself with the curve of your naked ass whilst he remained fully dressed, holding you in place, and leaving his mouth open as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Your voice… say my name…” He pleads and you grant him his wish, unable to control your own instincts.

His finger slides into your entrance whilst he keeps his thumb pleasuring your clit, giving your body a mind-numbing pressure, you couldn't even stop shaking, stuck in between his arms. Your jaw is clenched and your teeth gritted, trying to keep yourself from moaning too loudly and giving him satisfaction.

“Lose yourself to me, you can do it, I'm here for you,” he coos somewhat mockingly to you, feigning innocence in his tone, enticing you with his true purpose. 

He makes you yelp when he curls his fingers inside you, you squirm and grip onto his arm and whine like a needy whore. “Your voice is ruining me, those pretty little sounds.” He sounded just as ruined, his voice so low and gravely and almost stuttering his words by being so drunk with pleasure.

He fervently rubs his thumb deeper against your desperate clit. “And you thought you could stick around with them, whoever these heroes think they are, they could never have you, they–” he pauses and groans out ferociously, gritting his teeth looking up, overwhelmed with this simple pleasure. “T–they could never have this. As long as you're my ruin, you're still mine, not Thor's, never anyone else's, you're mine now.”

You moan out, if all his anger makes you burn, now the pleasures all mix in one. Your vision was both the red from the party and red from his emotions, your mouth open, unstopping the cries of pleasure you felt as you desperately clenched your thighs together, making everything oh much tighter and pleasing for both of you, you both moaned together from the friction, but he still burst your thighs open right there just to continue his fingering.

“Ride my fingers, my angel,” he maliciously says, you shiver in his embrace. “Do it,” he groans into your ear, gritting his teeth and looking at the ceiling to keep himself contained. 

Your half lidded eyes and parted lips, chest heaving with the impact he has against your back, thrusting his hips against yours matching his fingers inside you. “Fuck.” He curses, desperately clutching more of your skin. “Fuck it, I need more.”

You can barely blink before he completely manhandles your body, grasping your legs up and throwing you on top of a wooden table at a corner, you wonder how the humans didn't turn their heads on you from the noise. He keeps your dress up and growls like a beast when catching the sight of your fucked-up state.

He eagerly pulls off the material still covering your cunt, and his eyes focus on the spot between your legs, you swear you can see his mouth watering. He licks his lips and his pupils are purely blown out, hiding all the usual cerulean color they have. 

Desperate, you feel your cunt squeeze around nothing, you worry you might make a mess of the table with your juices.

Your cunt feels so warm beneath his fingers as he cups it with his hands, his eyes are looking at it with such adoration. Practically clawing the rest of the dress out of your body, in a hurry, holding all the skin he can in the way, admiring the way your breasts jiggle as they were shown to him. A moment that could be mistaken as sacred if not so sinfully sacrilegious. 

You couldn't stop it, it was making you feel full before even starting, the power you felt from him and the strength you felt were all so luxurious it made you close your thighs together, which made him sternly pull them apart once again.

“Tch, tch,” he reprimands you, having to keep his grip stern on you again. “Who knew you'd be such a ferocious little thing under my touch? Can't even stop moving,” He grits his teeth and brings his hand down to slap your ass with a strong impact. “Stop wiggling,” he says firmly.

“Damn it,” you curse, feeling the stinging pain. “What are you doing to me?" You even feel dizzy.

“Why do I have to be doing something? That's just how you feel, little demoness.” He licks the skin beneath your neck, going for open-mouthed kisses as he speaks against your pulse. “There's no running away, I have to have you.” You almost miss him undoing his belt with an animalistic force, throwing it aside with a clunk sound. “You're my godslut now, aren't you? You're doing anything for your God…look how far you've fallen.” He chuckles, gripping your waist.

His hands take their time grasping your breasts, moving his mouth to delicately start licking them with reverent precision, giving you very wide eyes as he looks up, silently seeking your affections. 

You lose your breath as you look down at him, grabbing his dark hair and pulling him closer onto your chest, wanting to suffocate his face against the skin of your breasts, wanting to feel him inside of you, his cold tongue made everything feel divine. 

His tongue moves to gently worship your other nipple as he carefully gives attention toying with the other. His giant hand cupping your breast, making it feel so full to him as he squeezes and hears your pleasured soft sighs and squeaks when he presses too much.

“Loki, Loki,” you call his name among the whimpers, he brings himself to his knees for you, sliding his hands around you as he kneels. Looking up while delaying around the area of your hips, his hair is all messed up from your pulling already, and he reverently locks his eyes with your pussy again, watching its softness so puffy from want, he can smell your arousal from how much you're dripping, it's enchanting him, he can't think of anything else but you, not even about his painfully throbbing cock begging for attention.

“I need to…” He tries to catch his breath as soon as possible, moving his hands smoothly down your thighs and silently looking up to you, asking for permission. “Please.” he almost squeaks out.

You didn't know why you couldn't just speak but you frantically nodded your head, desperately wishing to continue, giving him your consent as he desperately leaned in to drown himself into your pussy. You grab him by the hair, pulling him even closer as you bring your thighs together instinctively, wincing from the contact of his cold tongue in you but quickly moaning out to the air as you ride his welcoming tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” your voice draws the mewling, and he deliciously accepts the pressure you put to drive him further. Dragging his curls up to bring his mouth up and down on you, delighting himself on your lips and fucking the spot inside of you that made you quiver, drawing even more moans of you. “Fucking hell, w–what, I–” You breathe out a long trembling breath, and you're tempted to brag but it's as if he can sense your coming petulance and he blissfully let's out a wanton moan bringing multiple vibrations to your core, doing that on purpose.

When you let go of his hair to get a grip of yourself he pulls himself even deeper inside you, if that's possible. His nose bumps your clit as he eats you out like a starved man, he skillfully moves his lips around the bud and sucks hard. 

You start riding his face, with sweat shining down your neck and on the curve of your breasts, looking down at him with blown eyes and a clear impatience for release.

You could feel his magic working unconsciously to him, surrounding and overwhelming you whilst he remained unaware of its use. You gracefully move his head —with a small fight because he doesn't want to let go of his newfound spot inside of you— for a second, and you see his entire face glistening with your arousal, he licks his soaked lips excitedly waiting for you to pull him in again.

Your head goes back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm approaching, your senses being numbed as your only thought was him and his mouth, his face between your legs, his tongue, how red and desperate he seems, his cock standing up proudly so red and ready to burst, his hair messily among your fingertips, his fingers on your hips, his magic, his veiny hands, his body taking place between you, him, him, him.

When he realizes you're about to cum he brings his fingers in to join his pleasing tongue, curling them inside you and sucking your bundle of nerves as just as hard, just like he knew how to make your toes curl and you drown him with your cum as you moan out to the air. 

You have to stick your fist into your mouth after some seconds to muffle your moaning, and Loki's hands are punishingly grabbing you in response, mixing the bare skin with your juices and guiding you through your orgasm with his tongue.

When he sees you calming down and your legs shaking a bit too hard, you softly bring his head back out of your cunt, and massage your fingers through the strands of his dark hair. The moment even seemed soft as he pressed his head on your pelvis and gave very heartfelt breaths to recompose himself, licking the juices he has all over his lips with such passion and awe, as if your taste was that of a sweet fruit he could never grow to despise, it made your heart step a beat.

He licked his fingers covered with the remains of your cum, moaning around them and making you shake your head to the sound, his moan made your cunt flutter in response. “You're ridiculous,” You breathe out, still trying to recover your normal breathing pattern. 

You cry out as his palms hit your ass with a strong powerful strike. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, owww,” you hiss after a blasphemous complain. He puts his hand over the spot after to cover the red he was responsible for, giving you a not-so apologetic smile.

“Don't mock me,” He felt so surprisingly powerful, more than he has felt during all these days since he met you. The other days he could feel his energy diminishing and he could logically blame it on his lack of sleep, but now he had you and he felt himself burn with such energy. It was almost overwhelming. He felt like he could have you for hours on end.

You quickly lean towards him and bring your hand to hold his fully throbbing cock, the tip angrily reddish and begging for attention. And you grant it to him, you wrap your fist around it and start pumping his cock, merging his precum all over your palms and making you lose your breath all over again by how easily he could be throughly fucked.

He yelped as the constant movement made him lose himself, getting his body closer to yours and wrapping you into his arms, rutting into your hand and resting his forehead against yours as he moaned with a such low gravy voice, so close to losing it. Your body close to his in a mixture of sweat and sex, and he wanted nothing more than to put it in and feel the comfort of your warm cunt to wrap around him. 

Your pumping and the tightness of your soft palm only working his fantasies further, his imagination of wanting to dive himself inside your cunt as your walls milk his cock so tightly. And now he cries out, whimpering your name and the word 'demon', 'demon'. You moan as if he's worshiping your summoning. 

He's almost breaking your skin with his fingertips, applying so much pressure on your shoulders as he bites your neck to contain a loud groan from a fervid thrusting. And as his mouth leaves your neck, his eyes roll up to the ceiling and he gives a guttural groan followed by a long, almost quiet moan as his mouth opens up drowned in pleasure.

His thrusts in your hand begin wavering and getting unsteady as his knees buckle and his grip on you tightens, his moaning unstoppable as he releases pearly white semen onto your hands and near your pelvis and abdomen. He looks down with glazed eyes and grunts as he watches his cum marking your skin. 

You collect the cum from your skin and put your very messily sticky fingers into your mouth, licking his semen off of you.

“I'm cleaning myself,” you explain as he couldn't stop watching, entranced, bewitched by your tongue surrounding his essence like it's your favorite taste, —and you couldn't deny he tasted delicious, but in your defense, you've never tasted the cum of a god, you weren't aware if it was just Loki. 

Your words make him notice you again, he suddenly remembers the suddenness of all of this, what his sex-ridden brain made you two do, the awe he held in his expression for you before now replaced with an undescriptive look.

His cock twitched from the sound of you sucking your fingers clean. Recovering from his post-orgasm, he took deep breaths to recompose better and pressed his fingers against your flesh as some ground to fix himself upon, or maybe just a reminder that you're still here and he's not cursed.

He feels surprisingly light, like he doesn't have anything else to worry about at the moment. He thought by this point he'd have to worry about getting weaker after you received his sexual attention.

But no, he feels just as strong, more alive than he felt during all this time, especially more alive than he felt before the New York attack.

“Have you drugged me, sweet?” He asked, the suddenness of it making you give a light-hearted laugh. “Have you stolen my soul from me? Hm? Are you making me sick, little devil?” He asks moving his nose around your cheek so softly, leaning close to your neck to smell you. 

“I'm not. I can feel it too.”

None of you say anything, he just keeps holding you. You can feel his arms slowly wrapping around your waist, and for the first time in so long you question what you're doing.

After a moment of silence, he dares to break it. 

“Demoness…” he calls you. “If you wanted to, could you get drunk?” He's curious.

“Yes. Yes, of course I can.” You say, almost offended by his phrase.

“Would you?” He gives curls a strand of your hair with his finger, watching it as it whoops when he let it go. Snapping his head to meet your gaze, looking as unexpressive as can but keeping the contact. “Would you get drunk with me?”

The noise increased tenfold but also did the mindnumbing happiness you were feeling. Now you understand what the humans find so appealing, this feels like a biblically description of Heaven. That coming from the brain of a demon, it makes your skin crawl.

The humans were shaking from the songs and a guy named Rhodys came around presenting you one more round of recently found 'vodka', you smelled it but didn't think twice before drinking the content in one go. You seemed even more cheerful after the graciously spent-time with Loki. The humans cheering for you and applauding like they always do for anything stupid.

Gods, you almost felt human. Ugh. You were both repulsed and amused.

The dancing was what got you all happy and smiley, you just couldn't keep your smile hidden and your jaw was aching from the constant joy. 

“What if we play two truths and a lie?”

“Oh, or even better, truth or dare!”

“Noooo, these are for children,” said a slurred voice through the crowd, you giggled at their drunken tone.

“Loki would suck at this,” the god heard you and gave your shoulder a small bite. Nothing to break the skin but still made you hiss. “Can you not? I swear you're addicted to this, biting.” You moved to throw your finger to his face, which he gladly took as a sign he could lick it.

“Isn't it already enough that I have a bunch of hickies to hide, thanks to you?” You say attempting to keep stern, and keeping your voice quiet, but he could see right through your façade.

“I want to see what the games would be...” He says, his words muffled by being said against your neck. “I'm curious to see how you'd charm the mortals' contest. That's all.” He said more clearly now.

You let your stern look slip and come back to a smile, avoiding his face now. 

“I suggest a new drinking game!” Thor brings to the talk, “I want to see how you fail at lifting Mjolnir. If you manage to lift it up, I'll drink all the alcoholic drinks you all are drinking. If you lose, you drink a cup yourself.” He explains, Loki can't help but lay on the couch with an annoyed sigh.

“This pompous bastard will do anything just to be the center of attention. Wanting to spread his 'worthiness' that's made up by Odin's standards.” Loki says.

“I feel like Loki would enjoy the party way more if his brother wasn't here.” Said the nurse, Chloe, that was glued to Thor's side.

“You got it right.” Loki answered, you sat on the couch with him. 

“Don't bring the party down.” You say, “That's not much to your spirits, is it?” you smile knowingly, “You usually are so sociable. Thor's just trying to bring some entertainment.” You take the time he's focused on you to rest your hand on his thigh, his thighs were spreaded apart on the couch.

“For him, yes.”

“But if he fails, then imagine what his face would look like.” You look like you're up to something, Loki snapped his head to look at you, for a moment you thought he truly just stopped and…looked at you.

He gives you a smile and quickly tries to hide it, you both share a look and agree to play. All the heroes go first whilst you and Loki just observe the scenes.

First Clint, then Tony, then Cap. Your eyes darken as you see the way it slightly moved, and Thor's face changed for a millisecond at that, but it did nothing else.

Loki pretended to be disinterested but you could feel his anxiety spiking through your body, almost infecting your own emotions. 

You truly believed you were both weakening each other by staying together. You could make him feel stronger, you could stop some punishments, you were the reason he felt tired, but now, it feels like the humans are showing you something new. 

It wasn't supposed to be this way, it makes your heart sink to your stomach, filling it with dread.

But who cares for now? You can just pretend as you watch them, and worry about such concerns at a later point, until you have to face them again. You turn to look at Loki and wonder if you're being too emotional, or if allowing yourself to drink was a mistake.

“Loki?” Thor calls his brother, offering the hammer. Loki moves in his seat, unquiet, only you knowing of his rushing nervous heartbeats.

“I'm not sure I wish to be part of it,” he gulped, ignoring everyone's eyes. You took his hand in yours, and he pulled it away in a rush.

“If there's anyone in this room you can be certain is unworthy, that person is Loki!” Clint boomed a laughter and made a whole bunch of people laugh with him. 

Humiliation ran through the god's veins in such an uncomfortable amount you could feel it within yourself, or perhaps you're just too close to him by now. And you shouldn't be.

“I want to try next.” You say with a blank face, their laughs slowly dying out. The silence opens space to new sounds of quiet mockery. 

“I'm actually a bit scared now,” said Thor, visibly shivering a little, “I know I've agreed on everyone playing but…demons? Feels like cheating! I'm aware you can cheat anytime.” He said, curiously looking around him seeking some agreement, and everyone was on his side. A poor trembling guy, that was clearly drenched in cold sweat, couldn't stop nodding his head at Thor's statement.

“We said we'd play, right?” You said, “Loki can go after me, as an obligation, or if I fail. Nothing to prove here, and I don't need to cheat.” As likable as you were, Thor had to admit you get scary frighteningly quickly.

“Ok, rules are rules!” He gives you two a tight-lipped smile, not looking very genuine, not only thinking about his uniqueness of being the only one able to lift Mjolnir but also of losing the bet he had made. 

You stand up and get a hold of the hammer, not even needing much effort to lift it up in your hands. Honestly it even surprised yourself.

The room got quiet to cricket noises, only the loud music filling everyone's eardrums. Then suddenly a loud cheering could be heard so loud it could make anyone's ears bleed.

People were clapping, Tony was just still flabbergasted, trying to tell everyone he must have moved it a bit for you. Clint was telling them how it was indeed just a scam and a trick. Thor yelled “Cheater!” very loudly, pointing an accusing finger to you.

And Loki, Loki didn't know if he wanted to pull you into his arms and suffocate you or if his envy would consume him. It was such a mix of emotions you swore you could almost feel the tears coming to your very eyes. 

His hands trembled as if he wanted to grab you by your legs and pull you into his arms and keep you there, but he also was lost in allowing you to have this moment, before his head would get filled with childhood sour traumas of not being good enough, not being worthy.

Other than this sour feeling, he was proud it was you. He would just never admit it.

Thor took a good time open-mouthed in shock and accusing before casually laughing in nervousness, trying to act casual again, saying things like “that probably didn't count”, as he said before, you're a demon, but “for the sake of keeping my word, I'll do the dare,” and asking as much people as possible how much they had to drink —the ones that could remember it, and the ones that could just guess.

Quick equation, and Tony made sure to bring as many glasses of various drinks as he could, even asking others to bring more. Thor wouldn't deny the challenge, but he felt the shame of losing.

Your grip on the hammer made you stop and analyze it for a second. It came from the heart of a dying star, it felt just as cold as one can imagine. Uru metal. You moved it from one hand to the other, the hammer seemed odd in your hands.

“What does it feel like?” Loki asks, and a human probably wouldn't have listened to his question, but you did.

“Quite cold.” You answer. He's silent for a moment.

“That's never what I thought it'd feel like.” He gives a cuffed fake-laugh. You look at him.

“I would offer something but…” Your words traveled as you lost yourself in your thoughts. “I like that you're not worthy to Odin's standards.” You shrug. Look around, everyone's focusing on Thor. You come back to focus on Loki.

You clear your throat and lean closer to his ears, one leg lifting up on the couch for support of your body. He allows himself to touch your thigh, with a certain passion for reminder of what you felt like, he held your dress with his fingers.

“I cheated.” You said, ever so, so quietly, he could wonder if you said the two words telepathically. His eyes sparkled in amusement looking up at you, even if it's against his will, he couldn't avoid it.

He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and bring your face down until your faces were on the same level, his cold breath now smelled of the just-discovered mead. He touched his fingers on your lips and your eyes fell to look at his. 

And he leaned to kiss you again, different from the first time, now it felt as calm as a wind. Just supposed to happen, like it's all right. You present yourself more so he can slip his tongue further, grabbing your arms now to bring you closer, he seemed to like that a lot.

And of course, with all the lack of privacy you can have in the tower. Clint interrupted with a fake cough.

“I can endure your stay here just no mingling in the couch we're sitting on” He gestures to the couch while he says so.

“We're not mingling,”

“You're making out!” Steve said, “I–It's not…shouldn't be allowed.”

“This is a party, come on, it's not like it's unexpected, I mean look at them,” Nat said and pointed to the two of you. You turn to face Loki again and give him a cat-like smile as you lift yourself off his lap, making him pout.

“Now my lap is cold.” Still pouting.

“Oh no, what a horror.” You jest, still smiling. One hand grabs Mjolnir again, throws it in the air, seeing what it's like. Then the other hand goes to grab a drink and swallow it down in one go.

You can feel the fuzziness but just assume it does nothing to your organism. Choosing to induce in your study and drink a lot more too, everyone was having a blast from ingesting too much alcohol, it surely wouldn't hurt.

Thor gives you a drink he was having, saying it's one that came almost too close to affecting him, or maybe he was already incredibly drunk. You accept it with a fun grin on your face. Loki doesn't comment on your drunk state, he's allowing himself some more mead himself, he trusts your nature of keeping control at all times.

Thor's hand suddenly touches your hips to move your way and Loki's eyes widen and he gasps, funnily to you, standing up and taking his brother's hands off of you. Which makes you smile just so much, his jealousy was amusing you.

“Not her, you're not allowed to touch her.” He says, still too calm for his attitudes, Thor puts his hands up in a sign of defeat.

“I wasn't trying to do anything.”

“Yeah, dude, that's too possessive,” Clint says, staring at you. “And I thought she was going to be the only possessive one.”

“Oh…dear,” You laugh and almost lose your feet, having to keep yourself up. “Dear entities of all Hells help me keep myself up, oooooh no, oh dear...” You lost your composure again, eyes falling shut a bit, watching everything through cluttered eyelashes.

Then you lift yourself up with energy effort, and bring the drink up too, obviously too drunk.

“And I dedicate this one to...” You lift the luminous drink in your hand, traveling your words off a bit, casually becoming the life of the party.

You could feel the stare of possibly three people, their blood rushing to a very noisy rhythm. One of them just mumbled a lot of prayers unstoppingly, clutching his crucifix for dear life. Your mind questioned how his hands didn't burn or mark themselves from grasping so tightly, or maybe it did, and he was okay with letting it bleed for his prayers if it meant they would be answered.

“I dedicate this one to Loki!” You lift the glass higher, trying to ignore the guy bothering you, you just felt something happening, you didn't know what.

Loki held your hand and brought his glass to yours, clinking it and everyone cheered together, then he refrained and happily went to talk with someone else.

“You're…” The guy says, too quiet for anyone to notice but you know he's talking to you, and the music is too loud it's muffling his words to the others. “You're not supposed to be here, creature of Satan.” He spits and points at you.

You give him a false look that resembles a kicked puppy, pouting your lips and then changing your expression to normal again. “Are you going to cry to your God?” You ask just as quiet, trying to keep it just to him. “I'm in the presence of two and I don't see you praying for them.”

“T–T–they're no–t…they're not re–real go–god–gods…” The poor trembling guy couldn't stop stuttering and sobbing from his silent weep, the time spent with enjoyable humans made you momentarily forget how pathetic the humans could truly be. But his prayers were hurting your ears.

“So you think God will save you?” You gloat.

“He always does. If not him, then he'll send his angels.”

It's almost comical how coincidence can be, at the same moment that you're about to complain there was Tony trying to keep the reporters outside and denying them further private information. You soon enough grasped it was about you, or more specifically, you and Loki. Of course.

Reporters, paparazzis, multiple media-related people craved to enter the party and seek a piece of what it is about you and Loki that needs to be talked about. You were unaware, during the entire party, of how much they've been accusing the heroes of supporting a murderer that claims to have the role of a 'god', a being that most of all is supposed to protect others. It's one being they pray to.

And even worse, how they were supporting a blasphemous entity, shaming the image of God. Them, the heroes they trust their lives with, opening their arms to a creature from the underworld and sharing it to the news with a party.

“Tony, how did you not think about this?!” Steve asked in a screaming tone, wanting to bring Tony's attention to him. Pulling his shoulders to face him. “You had to give a parade to our most problematic hosts.”

“You know, that's what I hate so much about you, you pretend to be Mister goody two-shoes and forget that you weren't on the good side either! You didn't even comment about this possibility before when not seeing it happening in front of your eyes.” Tony snapped, pointing at Steve. They had to find every situation to fight?

“Don't you two ever do something else?” You ask quite bored, thoughtlessly playing with the end of your dress.

“You shut up, it's mostly your fault.” He accuses, his tone nears a bite.

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms. Loki —surprisingly — puts himself in front of you.

“I bet you've gotten what you wanted, rockstar,” he says to Loki, “You probably got to fuck her, because now you can't even keep yourself away from her. Look at that.” He chuckles dryly. “Whatever you gain from this outcome, if it's more than getting your dick wet, if it's something harmful, it'll be something you deserve.”

“Quit it, Stark. You're making it worse.” Nat's being the voice of reason.

“My affairs should be of no matter to you, you should be dealing with something else,” Loki says, moving to look at the furious people outside the huge giant window. “You're the head of the public, the people love you, fix this.” He finishes, in a sarcastic tone, moving back to wrap his arms around you.

“Loki,” you call, or likely whispers out. His eyes flicker to you.

“We should enjoy it,” his eyes carried his glint of mischief through the chaos, “we should drink some more.” You were unsure of how many glasses he had broken just from drinking, Thor just the same.

“You're just going to ignore that?” Stark asks.

“It can be our problem tomorrow,” Explains Clint, closing his eyes as he sank down to the carpet.

“Oh he's definitely throwing up on the carpet.” Nat shook her head, “I might be too sober for this.”

Loki took you with him to grab some more drinks, and a blonde man—a blonde hair resembling white, pure moonlight hair, — came from the entrance.

You proceed to scramble a bit on your feet to hide behind Loki, the man looked around the room but you hid, as best your drunken body can.

“What's wrong?” Loki asks genuinely worried now, seeing as you're practically glued to his body.

“Not him.” You say groggily from all the alcohol, damn you inducing the humans and their temporary pleasures. “Not…ah,” Your blood pressure fails you, “is my human body weak? Fuck's sake.” You complain loudly to the air.

“Calm down. I'm here.” He keeps supporting your body, gently touching your scalp to keep you grounded. Giving you a forehead kiss, probably the fault of the alcohol on his system. “Tell me, tell me,” He begs softly.

“My…” You tremble and vomit on the living room's carpet. “Oh, oh, the bloodiest of all Hells. The Devil should just take my body now…. I'm dying of embarrassment.” You put your hand on your temple.

“Darling.” He whispers kindly, and as softly as he can muster to keep you safe. “The humans are way worse, it happens to them all the time. Calm down, please. I can help you,” He lifts your body up and tries to carry you away but you keep trying to get out of his hold. “I'll wash your face for you, I'll do it, I'll help.” He repeats.

The blonde man seeks the crowd, and appears in front of you unexpectedly, “Sister?” He asks.

“Sister?” Loki echoes, as if not believing the man's words. “Is he your brother?”

You could throw up again if your stomach wasn't so empty. You feared you'd only display the gagging sounds, the attempts.

“Two demons?” Someone randomly muttered among the humans. The praying guy smiles gratefully now, kissing his crucifix with bright tears covering his vision.

You were feeling overwhelmed. You didn't realize teaming yourself up (a thing you had only accepted in your head, you never confirmed it out loud to him) with an alien God would include being so close to human problems.

The problem was: the constant tracking, you could sense it everywhere. You were honestly starting to get quite paranoid. Any stranger staring for too long could be a spy.

The spell you put on both of you remained unspoken among you and Loki, although you suspected he could sense it too.

You were used to getting away from humans and their machines, but you've never once had to deal with the mightiest heroes all together in a constant attempt to find you. Cops were one thing, government was another, but secret organizations and superheroes were something you've never dealt with.

It was both overwhelming and exciting. The adrenaline of running from something new, but also pretty tiring, the silence among you and Loki wasn't helping all that. Plus, it was beginning to get a little awkward the more you walked.

“We should stay somewhere, for a bit.” you suggested, the two of you were beginning to guess you weren't going anywhere in your path, and the day was starting to set.

“You know I have a much better plan: you let me lead our destination, how about that?” Loki said, angrily kicking some rocks with his boots.

“And how will I know you're taking us somewhere safe?”

“Why do you want safety? We're in constant danger no matter what.” He had a point. 

“Well…” That made you still and look away for a little. “Where do you want to go?” 

Loki looked at you sternly as if the answer was most obvious, but as he opened his mouth to speak, he hesitated.

Asgard? Thor would know and they'd be found. What chance would he have if he decided to fight once again to gain Midgard for himself? 

“Do you still want Earth?” You asked. “It's a pretty big ambition, I'll say. I have power and I don't want to dominate this race, the humans they're…too… emotional.” 

“I don't care if they're emotional or not, which I reckon they are.” Loki agreed with you while choosing not to look in your eyes “However… I was born for this, being king. Having a kingdom and ruling it's basically my destined birthright, my glorious purpose.” He said the last three words with disdain, seemingly also lost in thought.

“Do you want to be king?” you looked at him excited. “Why didn't you just say so? I'll make you a kingdom to rule! I can create one myself,”

He looked at you oddly, analyzing your excitement, you weren't expecting this reaction from your statement but you didn't care. “Or maybe you want Asgard instead of Earth? That'll be more difficult, we'd have to get rid of the king they have.”

You didn't look at Loki while speaking and your eyes widened with multiple plans, turning back to finally look at his face. 

“Oh, that's your father isn't it? The king.”

“No, he's not-”

“I recall reading somewhere about the famous sons of Odin. Is he still king? We could get rid of him easily seeing as he's so old,” you mumbled the last sentence a bit to yourself but Loki heard.

“He's not my father.” He said but was still quiet, studying your way of dealing with things. Everything seemed so simple and the idea of 'getting rid of someone' to you carried no guilt.

“What is it?” You frowned in confusion. “Don't you want to?” You look down at your feet, “we don't need to kill him if that's not what you wish, I'll let you make the plan. Do you want to go right now?”

That made Loki go silent for some time to resonate with the options. He recognized this was your way of granting him the choice and giving him some of the freedom he complained about, in a way.

Loki was lost in thoughts of how to use it for his favor of course, with a being as powerful as you seemed to be, why not make use of the fact you're letting him be in control?

Loki didn't know you could perceive his deceitful intentions, you hid a smirk to yourself, watching his expressions.

He sighed and shared a look with you, “We could make a plan but not right now, I don't think we can step in Asgard today.” He concluded.

You watched the trees around you, having an idea. “Do you want me to pick? I could make us a temporary shelter for the night. I'll make it very cozy, for me, of course,” You analyzed the place around you, “You got all that 'the cold doesn't affect me' thing going on so I'll make myself a nice little fireplace to sleep close to.”

“Fireplace? Cozy shelter? I mean, really? Here goes me thinking you were going to keep me hostage on an alien planet I've never heard of.”

You look amused. “Is there an alien planet you haven't been to?” Now you're curious.

“Oh yes, multiples. I traveled a lot as a prince but never got the chance to meet them all. I thought you'd have a vast knowledge in astronomy given you're good at everything, as you said so yourself.” He teased you and you couldn't help but chuckle.

“No… actually, I've never been off Earth.” That's all he needed to know that you wanted to share.

It wasn't a lie, you were a demon and a master in the arts of Chaos. You had the experience of traveling to other dimensions, in which you've seen other gods, angels and creatures of any place. But, technically, this is your reality and you've never had the time to actually transfer yourself personally to space, any realm or planet. 

But he didn't need to know all that.

“Ok so, turn around!” You suddenly exclaimed to the confused god. 

“What? Why?” He asked, and he couldn't fathom why but did turn around.

With his back to you, you made sure he wasn't looking but he could sense your playfulness. “I seriously hope you won't attempt to murder me, it would certainly be very inconvenient. In addition… I'd win because I'm an immortal god, and then I'd need to hide your body-” he kept saying smugly at the end until you shushed him.

He opens his mouth ready to argue as he didn't accept being told to keep quiet, until you allowed him to turn his back again. He was about to do so anyway, with a finger pointed at you ready to give a possible threat.

But he stopped in his tracks and, still open-mouthed, he gasped quietly watching the sudden wooden cabin in front of him.

“Where did that come from?” his finger now pointed to the cabin in an extreme dramatic manner, his body leaning close to you, you couldn't help but laugh. 

“Ta-daaaaa!!” you playfully sang. “Hey, it's the power of magic!” you showed off a bit of the sparkles in your hands by moving your fingers in a weird dance. “What do you think? It's protected by my magic, so we can spend the night.”

Loki was still a bit astounded, and he had a lot of questions. However, looking at the cabin he couldn't help but push the questions aside, it was indeed very tempting, and they were restless. The god couldn't be blamed for he had been captured, rescued and now is running away all in the same day. His suspicions couldn't help but be overly flourished, for he didn't even know the little witch's intentions. 

Although he had a strong doubt witches were able to build cabins out of nothing, out of nowhere. He kept trying to understand but found no answers.

 He decided that maybe a restful night may actually be needed, and it wouldn't hurt, perhaps he could make a plan meanwhile.

They both got inside, and as promised it was the definition of comfort. The light was dimmed but matching the fire coming from the fireplace, making the place look all warm. He wasn't sure the woman knew he, in fact, enjoyed warmth.

“If it's too much for you, we can always clear the fire and I can make a…oh, what's it called?” you wondered for a second, “the thing the humans have…” you snapped your fingers in an attempt to remember the word, and furrowed your eyebrows.

Loki did too, confused and often questioning to himself what kind of being you were, “I haven't spent much time in the modern world but I believe you're talking about air-conditioners?”

“Yes!” you pointed at him excited, “yes, that's it! Do you want it?” he chuckled and took a while to answer you, looking amused.

“No, no. I'm alright, it's actually…nice, comfortable, I presume.” he looked around and then at you again. With a 'thank you' ready to be said, it was on the tip of his tongue ready to be pronounced.

But he couldn't, something inside him made him stop. Something told him he couldn't express that gratitude, it felt wrong to him, so he kept quiet after that.

You nodded, “Oh, it's nothing! I said I'd make it nice for the night!” you moved as if you knew the place, which he supposed was true due to you having brought everything up to existence with your bare hands. He made a mental reminder to maybe ask you in the future how you did that, what magic or spell you used.

Loki had his interdimensional pocket, he could conjure any object out of nowhere , that's for sure. Still, bringing a whole cabin with magic was completely new to him. 

You got some pillows from the upper floor as he explored around the place. He observed as you fluffed out the pillows and delicately placed them in a patterned circle on the floor, a spot in front of the fireplace. 

Grabbing the forgotten blanket that he conjured earlier from where you had left on the couch as you arrived, you made yourself comfortable and wore it around your shoulders once again, making it present like a sort of green cape. He appeared amused at the image, thinking to himself of his own cape — that he was not wearing at the moment.

You patted the rough wooden floor by your side and looked at him. “Come here, man.” you invited.

“Man?” he reaffirmed mischievously, trying to hide the slight offense, “you know I'm a god,” it sounded like a broken record at this point, “it'd do you well to refer to me properly.” 

You quirked an eyebrow. “I'm not afraid of gods, Your Majesty, why must you act so princely now?” you simply said, once again patting the place beside you. He sat down, you shared a look with him before asking. “Maybe you'd like to drink some wine? I could get us some.” 

“I believe you'd drink it too?” he questioned while not so subtly gazing at the mask you're wearing, and touching the area near his chin as a demonstration. “You'd have to take it off, you know.”

You smile under the mask, “yeah, I know. Better not.” you quite liked the mystery, and knowing how frustrated he got for not seeing your full face.

“Why? Are you ugly? Is there an outrageous mystery attached to your face? Because it only fuels my curiosity if there is… or could it be a midgardian sense of insecurity? I assure you, I'm beyond judging you for your appearance, if you're insecure, that is.” 

You know what he was trying to do, “Not gonna' work, Mischief.” you gave him a wink, “I'm not insecure…” for some reason those words sounded weirdly defensive, quieter, even for you, it made you cringe afterwards. 

“I'm not.” you reaffirmed more sternly now. Somehow making him more confused, but he didn't seem scared, he gave you a soft smile.

“I see. Then you're not. It's good to know.” His smile was still present and he held your gaze, “I guess that only leaves me with the belief that you must be frighteningly beautiful.” His voice was low as he said that, it made you doubt the fire's capacity of not making you shiver.

You couldn't grasp your head around why you felt relieved the God of Mischief was not afraid of you, but you were relieved, that was unquestionable, you felt it within every part of yourself. 

“Not like you're going to find out.” you moved a bit further from him, bending your body back and slowly getting up. He still gave the impression of delightment at your obvious embarrassed reaction, you rushed to the kitchen and checked through the cabinets responsible for the variable alcoholic options.

You took a bottle of red wine and awkwardly moved it on your hands, suddenly feeling too self-aware, not used to feeling like this. You placed the drink on top of the glass table and once again shrunk back in place. 

“You can drink if you want, I'm going to bed.” You hurried to the one of the two separate rooms on the top floor, leaving abruptly and making Loki's head fill with more doubts and— as much as he hated to admit—some worry. What if there is a serious explanation as to why you can't reveal yourself? 

And even if Loki wanted to get much into that line of thought he forced himself out and started inking a scheme to discover everything and, part of the plan involved, not caring about your feelings, if it happened to be personal. Loki had to remind himself that he didn't owe you anything, he didn't know why he was making such a huge deal of finding out about what your face looked like.

★

It wasn't often that you slept, it wasn't a much needed thing, but you liked to see it as a kind of treat. You just didn't realize how much of your powers you used today, it just happened that you fell asleep.

Not just the infuriating pain of the sensors you felt coming from around the cabin woke you up, but also someone's hand. At first you thought you might've been dreaming, however, the more some milliseconds passed, the hand was simply unmistakable.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you exclaimed yet a bit groggily attempting to blink the sleep off your eyes, and also snapping his hands off your face. 

“I used a spell to ensure you'd be sleeping! I was just moving the mask, I just wanted to see…” He was exasperated and trying to explain himself.

“What?! Why would you think saying this makes things better? It is just creepy! AND, I am incredibly powerful, a simple spell doesn't work on me!” Honestly, with the multiple protection charms you've been casting he couldn't guess your powers would block any attempt he'd have of casting anything on you?

“Oh yes, I'm well aware. I just needed to try- Just so I can sleep at least…” 

You sighed and got off the bed, walking downstairs again, having him following you right behind. “Here's the thing…” He started to say.

“No, nope, no,” you massage your temple as you speak and open your eyes to notice something you didn't realize just a few minutes ago, he changed into more comfortable clothes for the night, just like you did. So now you're both ridiculously wearing pajamas.

You didn't mind it that much, you could also see it was somewhere around four in the morning. The sensory noises coming from the protection spell you put around the house now were beginning to grow insufferable. 

“See, I'll be honest, I just don't care,” he opened his arms to show more of himself as he spoke, and you could sense he lied, you don't think he'd be indifferent to your opinion of him, but maybe that's just what you think. “I admit I wanted to see what you look like. I don't understand what's so wrong about that.”

You shake your head once more and turn around to the fridge. The ridiculous all-black pajamas you're wearing are now making you feel very vulnerable, for some reason. You  get some milk out of the fridge and stare at the glass for a second.

“You're such a weird creature. I should've just stayed with the group of freaks, at least I wouldn't be dealing with you.” He said and dropped his arms to his sides in defeat.

You took a moment to think for yourself, the mask now was similar to a defensive shield whether you liked it or not, the mystery was something you could bask on even if momentaneous, even if not long-lasting . You knew he'd eventually see your face, you also knew you didn't plan going anywhere far from him by now. You were stronger than him with your capacities but he carried something you've never felt before, and his magic attracted you to him.

Maybe your actions were becoming a tad bit immature, you sighed tiredly. Watching him as he stared at the ceiling whilst laying on his back on the couch.

You poured the milk in the glass. And took the mask off to lift the glass to your thirsty lips, closing your eyes so you won't see if he's watching you. He is.

You gulp and swallow the liquid quite nervously sensing you're being observed, then put the glass down. There was no big scene, no dramatics, just a quiet moment and your true face, with the mask off.

And his eyes on you, speechless.

Again, with the nervous feeling, you began to grow a bit restless with all the staring. You cleaned your lips with the back of your hand hurriedly, and walked to place the glass in the sink, washing it manually. Doing the action by your own hands would make you, for a few seconds, stop thinking about his eyes on you.

“You're…” he gulped, sticking out his Adam's apple. "Beautiful." He finished quite dumbstruck, still processing your appearance.

You wouldn't say you were the stereotypical image of beauty, but you reckon your human features are always going to be attractive just the way they are. They carry your demonic nature, your demon soul is unmatchable in question of beauty. 

“I don't know why you didn't want me to see you. There's nothing horrific.” He said attempting to remain casual, still looking at you as if mesmerized. You liked it. He cleared his throat.

You turn around to face him, and let your mouth open a little. You can see the change in his microexpressions as soon as he notices, “oh,” He says. “Are those…fangs?” He seemed a bit surprised.

“Yes. Demon ones.”

“...Pardon ?”

To say Loki got scared immediately would be a lie, he was deep-settled in his superiority and massive knowledge on all " monsters " the realms could present. You got a little hurt by the use of the term "monster", and he'd never let his guard falter, he didn't want to act differently but you did notice a difference in his behavior towards you.

You don't know why, but you didn't want him to be afraid of you. It is amusing to feel the fear of others but somehow his fear is not as satisfying now, you were having troubles comprehending why.

After some time, you both spent the rest of the night in the living room in silence, the sun was beginning to set, somewhere around five and a half. Your feet dangling in distraction as you sat on top of the kitchen counter. 

And Loki was near a table on the other corner from you. Funny.  

You were starting to feel your stomach grumble in complaint, you decided to move to the fridge once again to finally eat. Now that you didn't have the mask to hide you everything was easier. 

You grabbed a raw piece of deer meat, the first thing you saw, and pressed your fingertips deep in the meat. Loki was looking at you now instead of the sun setting through the window, his eyebrows raised up, although he just assumed you were checking if the meat was good to be consumed, or in other words, cooked. 

He wasn't expecting you to sniff it and prepare to take a bite straight away.

“Wait! What are you doing?” He exclaimed loudly, causing you to flinch and stop before completing the action, “You can't possibly tell me you're going to eat this raw?” He sounded outraged. 

You were the one confused now, what was the problem with that?

“Do you have a problem with it?” 

“Why, yes! You…” He suddenly stopped and you couldn't decipher him for now, he gave you an odd look, and then shook his head, “you can't eat things raw, why don't you simply cook it?” 

He felt stupid interrupting all of a sudden, knowing you're a demon makes so much sense for your manners and the way you perceive things. He supposed that of course this was natural for you, to kill things, to eat anything in any way, cooked or raw. You wouldn't get sick or throw up by the action, not that he cared if you did.

That didn't mean that it would make him comfortable, the meat was still looking very white, and if he saw you crunching the very apparent bone of the animal he would most likely be the one throwing up in response.

“I don't cook.” You responded quickly, “I don't see the problem with it, makes it tastier when it has the cold touch of recent death.” Your eyes shined at the statement.

You were a very creepy little thing in his eyes. And to put creepy in the statement, he meant it. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the now almost totally visible sun presenting itself.

He turned to you again, you were close to the window, the sunshine was reflecting on you. He thought to himself that all of Hel's creatures are supposed to be magnificent and endearing, you did look like an angel at the moment. Maybe he shouldn't have asked you to take off the mask.

“I can cook,” he replied shortly, making sure not to look you in the eyes, “if you wish. I can show you how.”

The silence grew louder for a moment, you just stared at him, giving a very alien-like expression. Of course, it was wrong for him. The dead texture of the creature in your hands promptly made you feel self-conscious, your hands felt sticky now, dirty unlike his. You didn't know why that bothered you, not knowing why you wanted him to see you in a good light when you were a being of such darkness. 

“...Okay.” You quietly confirmed, he was relieved you accepted. It would make the awkwardness go away, he got the meat from your hands and went to work at the oven, pulling the pans, some ingredients and spices you couldn't identify.

That made you smile a little, he did everything so effortlessly, as if done a million times. You wondered how common it was for him to cook whilst he was raised in a castle, but you felt too embarrassed to ask. Every movement he made was that of royalty, that was how he always presented himself, yet you were in awe to see it was still present in something so simple as this seemed to be.

He might have become aimless at your constant staring, but you didn't mind, you actually enjoyed the tiny discomfort you caused on him.

And he certainly wasn't expecting you to put your head on his shoulders, a bit on your tippy-toes to catch his height. It was clearly an uncomfortable position for you to be in, at least he thought so, and although he didn't complain, his flinching in response was pretty visible.

You were relaxed, you didn't mind your muscles stretching to try and match his stature. You allowed yourself the pleasure of watching someone cook for you.

He hoped you wouldn't notice the awkwardness you left him feeling, but seeing as you didn't move to get away, he himself passed his hands on his shoulders delicately to brush you off him. 

★

Loki's relief at not having to experience watching you eat something raw in front of him didn't last very long, since you grabbed the still hot and recently prepared meat with your bare hands. Complaining with some whiny little 'ouch ouch ouch' and quickly changing the cooked piece to your other hand, scowling at the food in response, as if it horrendously offended you. 

The cutlery was just right in front of you, Loki thought it was so amusing he didn't care to stop. 

Your moment was interrupted by a bright light suddenly breaking through the windows, you hissed as it hit your vision. Loki quickly stepped up and stayed in position for attack, with his hands up in defense.

Your eyes widened when you saw that and you felt the need to help him. However before being able to, your vision faltered and you felt your body weakening until you finally hit the ground. 

The first thing you could sense as you awakened was the cold ground beneath your body, you tried to analyze your surroundings slowly and your mind hazed with confusion. Getting involved in all this certainly was a problem. Not that you minded the chaos, you actually find these situations quite appealing, you're just a bit surprised you managed to faint.

It didn't take you too long to realize you're in a prison cell once again, but this time, arrested inside of it. There were some bars by the side of your cell separating you from another area, you frowned and got up as quickly as possible to check.

Oh, it's just Loki. You're in a giant prison cell with Loki. 

Well, too much for escaping.

You couldn't help but laugh when you realized what's going on. Loki was too distracted before to see that you woke up, and now he presented an incredulous look at your laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” He just looks tired.

“Oh lighten up, we escaped once we can do it again, you know.” You said as if it's nothing.

He sighed tirelessly, “I'm beginning to believe you don't know what you're doing and your only purpose on Earth is to annoy me.”

You smiled but his tired sighing bugged you for some reason, keeping it stalled in your mind, he must be tired, he hasn't slept.  

“Well, maybe,” you kept smiling, and sat down again, putting your hands on your knees to rest your head on top of it. “Yeah, maybe that's it. I guess I'm missing the point too.” You were lost in thought and Loki looked curious at your statement.

“Great help, I see.” His curiosity didn't make his frustration go away, when he woke up the first thing he had to see was Stark's face acting all smugly as if every movement they made was already under his supervision all the time (it wasn't, obviously). The others didn't try to intervene with his bragging although they looked his way, some were annoyed and some others were just getting bored.

He was still glad he didn't see his brother with the rest of them, that would have potentially ruined his day. He couldn't help this anger that filled him for being caught, he recognized you were the one to blame, therefore his anger was screaming to be let out on you.

“I let myself get close to a demon and this happens, obviously, it's fantastic,” He said ironically. “This is all your fault,” He said matter-of-factly. Your frown deepened, you did try to protect the two of you. “And now I'm exactly where I was before, what do you think that feels like? To lose once again.” 

“I tried to help, I don't know why th–”

“Oh you did? You're a demon, the least you could have done was to kill them all or at the very least, not be affected by whatever they used against us, that should be fairly simple to you, AND so would be killing them as you're barely capable of empathy.” He spat quickly, “I'm aware this must be some sort of punishment for me so congratulations, I'm being punished for my crimes, that's the only logical explanation.”

He lowered his head at the end, staring at the floor. And you shook your head anxiously, you didn't know why you were feeling so offended. “That's not true, I don't…” you hesitated continuing, he sounded odd, like he was expressing something he didn't allow to be shown when you were still at the cabin. “I don't…”

Your hands itched to touch the metal bars separating you, to get closer, so you tried, and it literally burned your skin. You violently flinched and hissed in reaction. “Shit, shit, shit!” You cursed, shaking your hand back and forth to make the burning stop. “How did I not see that coming?!”

That seemed to amuse the god on the other side.

“I don't know what they put in there but now it's specifically made to stop you.”

“That's not possible, how would they know?”

“They do know. Somehow, they wouldn't give me much details either.” He shrugged his shoulders dismissively and you rubbed your palms together, casually blowing some air onto your palms to make the sensation lower.

“I hate humans, especially these ones.” You dropped your head and looked around agitated. “I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. And…” You looked up to him once again with wide innocent eyes. “I'm not planning on punishing you.” You sounded so genuine, so convincing.

“A demon is a master of trickery in itself, I admire them, and I admire you for being such a great liar and attempting to lie to me. But I fear I won't fall for your tales, little demoness.” He smirked as he finished, you still seemed outrageously offended at his accusations. “My soul is likely to be damned for eternity.”

“I won't, I won't do anything against you! As you can clearly see!” Your hands trembled as you craved to touch the bars, so your whole body trembled too. You were shaking with frustration at having to say these kinds of words out loud, they sounded embarrassingly clingy and dramatic.  “I haven't done anything.” 

The god blinked a few times in response, doubtful and mistrusting, passing his tongue briefly through his lips before speaking. “Little demoness…” his voice was raspy as he uttered the two godforsaken words and that sparked you with… something close to excitement, if you might put it that way. The nickname was unexpected.

The mix of feelings you were getting were borderline annoying for a being so used to apathy, you once again spared the time to blame the humans and your brief coexistence near them as fault. However the carnal desire wasn't unknown nor unwelcome. 

“I promise, even though my words mean nothing to you, I promise you.” Your eyes got brighter as you expressed, “I don't know why but I don't hate it, everytime you use your powers. I… saw it in a prophecy, you're to be the one to bring Ragnarok, your magic is of such chaos capable of concerning even the greatest of human sorcerers.”

Loki considered your words, it felt good to have someone reassuring his value especially in the arts of magic, something he wasn't very often praised for. He considered you could be lying, but why would you be? He could sense the deviousness that resided within your presence but your actions made you seem like a ray of sunshine came out to the shape of a human. It was intriguing and often led Loki to believe he carried the hand of every situation, until the moment he stopped to question if you have any other intentions.

“I'll be honest when I say I'm not exactly deem on carrying about Midgardian sorcerers right now. Your praise feels meaningless and foolish.” He bickers, making his attempt at letting you down very clear. “You should know that my magic must concern them.”

You could feel his anger still bubbling inside him. You reckoned he must be trying to take everything out on you.

“You know I can still just–”

“Can you stop talking for a second? Or is it so difficult for you?” He suddenly snapped.

“Do not treat me this way…” You warn him, and your look hardens. “You can't do that, I'll talk as much as I want.” you said and you knew you were acting like a brat, you even crossed your arms.

“It's difficult then.” He looked around. “If only you'd stop and realize your mistakes maybe we wouldn't even be here.” He pointed at you.

“Oh why is it only my fault? I…” You put your hands down in defeat, suddenly out of words, you couldn't just say 'I tried to protect us', 'I wanted to be with you', that would be repeating the point, and it'd make you look pathetic.

He stared at your hands when you put them down, and he felt the sides of his lips curve up a little. You felt so frustrated the bars were blocking some things from you, his thoughts were mostly hissing with little unnoteworthy and confusing random thoughts. 

“Your poor little devilish heart must be feeling so confused.” He proclaimed, “Does my magic affect you this deeply?” He shared a look with you that was so intense you stumbled and looked anywhere but his eyes, feeling nervous out of nowhere. 

He chuckled, “Come on, demoness, there's no need to be so coy. Have you really not further questioned your enamored feelings for me? You must be drowning in passion, which makes me question your inhumane veracity. Which type of monster allows themselves to be so vulnerable so easily? Do you still want to keep your lie of being so easily infatuated with me?”

You blinked at him, his attempt at analyzing you just working on boring you. “If that's what you like to think, that's fine for me.”

“Fine? Just that?” He kept his penetrating stare on you, “This is useless.” He relaxed his back against the wall, dropping his gaze, giving up on the intense staring contest from before and then speaking again. “You should start working on that plan of freeing us.” He just roughly brought up. 

You had an indescribable expression on your face now, uneasy because of the sudden change in conversation. You stared at the other side of the cell and pointed for him to look there. “See, I don't need to escape, I'm already free.”

When he turned his gaze to the other— actual free side of the cell, you were there, standing near the main door with your hands touching the entrance. He turned back to see if you were also in the cell with him, to check if this was an illusion… you weren't, you actually escaped.

“Human prison.” You just gave him a tight smile. “I've been to those quite a lot.” 

“You could have just released us this entire time?! And you didn't?” 

“You were insistent in picking up a fight with me, why did you even think I laughed in the first place? This is amateur work, what the humans did.”

“Then free me at once, demon!” He ordered.

“Ah! No, you should be careful, otherwise I won't free you at all. I quite enjoy seeing you all locked up now.” You gave him a very devilish mischievous grin and looked at the exit, you knew what would probably happen, but honestly was quite curious on discovering where it could lead to.

It didn't take too long until you had to face Loki again, as you already expected. You left him in the cell.

“Hi.” You waved at him with both of your handcuffed hands and he just couldn't help but smile.

“You're so stupid, you should've been born a tiny imp instead of a demoness.” He shakes his head incredulously. 

There were agents holding each of your three duplicates, one of them was holding your arm with a clawing intensity to the point of marking your skin a bit, you slowly turned around to see the masked agent, giving him a look so deadly you spent some five seconds wondering if you should kill him or not.

“Take your hands off of me. Now.” You said in a quick breath, the agent complied rudely, pushing you towards Loki.

You kept staring at him now completely flabbergasted. 

“I'll murder him,” you pointed to the agent in the middle of the others, the one that was just holding you. “I'll kill him, I'll break your bones and drink the blood as a gift to the Devil himself.” 

You recognized Loki was probably the only one in the room who knew you weren't so dramatically serious…for now.

“I pay no respect to demons.” He spat shaming on you, as the Avengers entered the room with a guy wearing an eyepatch. Although you didn't know who he was, everybody was surrounding him. The agent's thoughts were filled with passion for his family and images of crosses and crucifixes.

You were now on your side of the cell and your other fake duplicates were being held by two different agents. 

“That's what you deserve for leaving me behind.” Loki said to you, probably wishing to offend you more.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm aware. Whatever.” Moving from one place to another was just making you dizzy and displeased. “Just wanted to have a little fun.” You shrugged.

“Was it fun while it lasted? Exploring this loathsome tower by yourself with your little illusions?”

“You should know better than anyone how fun duplicating can be.” You grinned as you looked at him, he looked right back and fought a smile in response.

Right before any of the people present could interrupt, another one of your duplicates —one they hadn't found before, burst the door open with a muscular blond man following in a hurry right behind. 

You hummed to announce your presence and cleared your throat, “Hey, you guys are never gonna' guess what I just found.” Smiling and pointing to the worried god by your side.

“Ok, so who let that one escape?” The guy with the eyepatch just seemed pissed off and pointed to that duplicate of yourself. “Go and arrest her too! What are you even waiting for?!”

The other you lifted your arms as you already knew announcing yourself would lead to being arrested again, but you didn't mind. 

“I found this man as he literally showed up out of nowhere!” You made a scene dramatically using your hands to represent the sky and a sudden light coming in surprise. “You know what I mean? Then he got all desperate, said he was looking for his brother and all.”

As everyone took a hold of the situation, Bruce burst through the door, panting out of breath. “I…” He lifted his hand up as a sign to wait, “I was the one to call him, I yelled at the sky to call him and the guy wouldn't even wait for me, I had to run here–”

“Loki!” The blond man brightly yelled, shocking the whole crowd of people.

You just sheepishly observe around where you're seated in the cold cell, it's rare those moments where you're surrounded by so many people at once. You took the time to look at Loki, as you've been doing quite a lot, he's like the only piece of familiarity out of the whole room. 

His head is down and his expression is purely blant annoyance. His arms crossed and forehead settled in a frown, he already seemed pretty grumpy most of the time but it's like it multiplied as soon as he heard the blonde man's voice.

“Brother!”

“Is that Thor?” You quietly ask Loki, giving him a side glance. He ignores you. 

“You must delight greatly from this, I'm sure, brother.” Loki spat the last word, presenting a stance from where he was standing in the cell. “To watch me lose one more time, I'm sure father must be feeling exquisite at my failure.”

“Father doesn't take any joy in watching as you commit more crimes–”

“Honestly your agents just aren't so qualified, as it shows.” Stark mumbled as he watched the agents finishing arresting the other you. “They let that one out of our sight, if it weren't for the huge alien falling from the sky once again we wouldn't even know there was another of her around.” Pointing at you. “And now we have to hear some family business.”

“I wasn't expecting to get involved in so many family talks to be honest, it feels personal.” Bruce picked on his hands.

“I can escape as many times I desire.” The original you huffed coldly from the prison cell.

“Oh I'm sure you can, but we want to know why you're here.” Said the eyepatch-man.

“Director Fury–” A dark-haired woman started to say before being interrupted. 

“Agent Hill I'm going to need more background information on the creature.” He stared at you, “doesn't seem to be the Succubus type since our goth alien is still looking peachy which means his soul might be intact.”

“Goth alien?!” Loki exclaimed in disbelief. “Here goes me thinking this day couldn't get any worse...”

“This man knows nothing about me and wants to assume where I lay in the demonic spectrum–” You pointed at Fury.

“Honestly, so do I.” Loki glanced at you for a second to say.

“Ok, that's enough!” The man wearing a blue uniform with red stripes yelled silencing the room, making Loki roll his eyes in response. “Here's the thing…”

You stared at your handcuffed hands in disbelief and proceeded to observe the team with curiosity. They surprisingly seemed more intended in finishing whatever matter they had with Loki before anything else, they knew you could escape any time and yet decided on attempting their best with any anti-demonic entities objects they could find.

For instance: your handcuffs were stupidly and frankly, quite hilariously, bathed in salt. And you were guessing that also probably a bit of holy water, perhaps. They did nothing but itch a little, whatever they put on the prison bars was stronger than this. 

Yet you persevered and kept paying attention to what exactly they were planning on doing to you two.

“Father said your punishment ought to be paid by living among the midgardians. And I'm glad to be saying so Loki, the other option would be to keep you locked away for all of our godly eternity in a cell, to rot in your sins and regrets.” 

“That's…wow.” Romanoff expressed and shook her head. “That would've been an option that deserves consideration, is all I'm saying.” 

“Yeah, he's also always like this. Shakespearian much.” Bruce agreed regarding Thor's speech. 

“I don't care whether he would be miserable or not, now, the daddy dearest wants us to deal with his problem child?! For free?” Tony huffed in annoyance. “And I thought we could have some peace.”

“We have to keep our eyes on him, on both of them.” Fury said, staring at you, in specific. ”We never know what they could be planning, and they're a team.”

You approached your body closer to Loki for some reason, he seemed overly tense so you touched his arm. He didn't make any move to push you away, focusing on their plans too. You noticed he's observant when it comes to unknown situations, just analyzing, typical of a trickster.

“Oh the little demon is about to get protective, think we hit a sore spot mentioning her victim.” Clint said as he paid attention to your movements, you realized he must have seen you getting closer to the god. “Don't worry, no one's taking your boyfriend away.”

You didn't enjoy their mocking. Your lips twitched and you wandered your gaze to their faces, not noticing you were practically clawing at Loki's arm with such strength you would later wonder how he didn't complain.

“Don't work her up, I said not to bother her,” Fury stopped Clint with his warning, “this goes for all of you. I won't repeat myself.” His eyes are studying you.

You didn't shrink under his gaze, if anything you just puffed your chest more and kept your overprotectiveness. 

Loki turned to you with the softest look you've ever seen on him, stopping your tense anxious body when pressing his hands on your belly. “Calm down, little demoness.” He kept his tone light while speaking, and your eyes glazed when looking at him. 

The trickster pretended to think for a few moments and turned to the others. “So we'll be forced to stay?”

“We want the demon to take our side.” The director explained. “We want to have some information that might be necessary to keep you both… safe, here, in the tower.” He hesitated. “We are conscious that you can just run away any time you wish, but we'd just keep looking for you in that case, it'd be a constant game of cat and mouse. With your powers one could never know what to expect, and that's what we work with here.” 

Loki was now —subtly, with just one hand, rubbing his fingertips on your arm in soothing circular motions. His plan wasn't clear to you but you were feeling a lot calmer by the action, maybe that was his plan, to calm you down.

“You'll have to stay either way, but it'd be best if we could understand your nature and maybe cooperate with our rules?”

Your eyes reflected the adrenaline in your heart by your blowing pupils, “I don't follow rules.” 

“Yes, but you're following him.” Stark brought up pointing at Loki again. "Reindeer games, I don't know what you've done but you attracted an obsessed spirit that just won't let you go. We aren't the ones you should be worried about.” He finished with a tight-lipped smile.

“Are you finished?” The dark god just asked. 

“Yeah, do you think he minds it?” Natasha asked, jumping in conversation. “There's an alluring demoness clinging to his arm, and you think he'd be worried?” 

Alluring, your heart fluttered at the woman's simple compliment. The Widow made sure not to look you in the eyes for too long.

“Does she come from Hell?” Bruce quietly bugged from behind Steve.

“You know you can ask her that, she's right here.” Steve spread his hand in front of him, to show where you're at.

“We don't know if she'll stay.” He shrugged. Is that his way of manipulating you to stay? 

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You kept your voice steady and blank to emotions.

Loki just got agitated by the question, “Where else would she even come from? Being a demon, you think she'd come from some common place in this world?” 

“It's not like I've ever seen a demon before!” Bruce quickly defended himself.

“My brother,” Thor jumped in to approach his brother, now that the topic was almost over. “I missed you!” He hurried to hold his brother in a tight embrace that got Loki suddenly bewildered and tried wriggling his way out before Thor could get too happy.

“Let go of me.” He was disgruntled and frantic to get out of the touchy contact. “I can't deal with any sentiments from you, from any of you.” 

You frowned at the interaction, his words seemed to glum the very bright-looking man's mood. Thor's blue eyes quickly diverted to your figure as you were unmoving next to his grumpy brother.

“And this is the figure you're correlating yourself with.” He gave a huge shiny smile to you and your shocked gape was understandable whilst you processed his words. He got a hold of your right hand, lifting it to his lips as a polite greeting. 

“Now… Wait, what? Why would you say it like that?” You chuckled soundlessly, feeling out of place.

“I didn't mean any disrespect, forgive me if you felt uncomfortable.” He hurried to explain as he sensed your discomfort.

This Nordic god, in a matter of height, seemed a bit taller than Loki but his muscles were more defined. A fact that was hard to ignore, seeing as it was quite present right in front of you. However, an important detail is that this god carried no… magic. You couldn't point exactly why the lack of magic running in his veins was evidently presentable to you. 

Regardless, you felt the delicious rushing of rage that comes from Loki's anger. The feeling is overwhelming and just so tainted and ugly, any human would shiver at the intensity of it.

You told them your name aloud. Your voice suddenly mousy was a surprise even to you. You told them the name you use the most, for you carry a lot of titles, but just one real name.

You heard the dark prince mouth your name silently by your side, as if experimenting with the sound to match with his perspective of you.

Loki tried to decipher what your plan was, and then tried to whisk you away, however the asgardian sunshine busied your vision one more time to say his own name: Thor. “I know, I heard them saying it. You're the second son of Odin.”

“Actually, I'm the first. Firstborn.” He didn't seem offended, you just tried to brush it off. All the attention from the humans, adding the powerful enhanced beings, were honestly starting to get to you. You just shrugged, feeling his behavior was unimportant. “Honestly, brother, this is so you. To get together with a demon, a master in trickery, a deceiver by nature, just like you.” He sounded excited to mention.

“Don't. I've had enough.” Loki just dropped any touch he had on you and walked out the door, quickly some agents were hurrying to match his steps to follow him, he didn't pay them any serious attention.

The others just looked around to one another confirming that maybe it was okay to end the matters here.

“Can we expect your cooperation?” Fury brought up, at that moment he didn't even look like a leader from this secret organization, they all looked very similar in emotion when seeing through your eyes. 

You don't give him an answer.