#i do think it would be interesting if dick was always drawn with some discoloration on his cheek from his chemo chemical burns

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Kory having a miscarriage is one of those details that might have happened that I personally keep in her history and that I wish writers had done something with.

Do you have any detail about Dick that writers forget or that nobody really cares about but it’s important to you and it’s important to the history you have of him?

PTSD triggered by fire.

Nightwing (Vol. 2) #97

He never gets to keep anything personal because his home and possessions are always being blown up/thrown away + Haly's is targeted because of him which is another personal thing of his that doesn't stay sacred.

The New Titans #97

Nightwing (Vol. 2) #89

Nightwing (Vol. 3) #16

He's a runner, he's a track star. This one isn't traumatic, I just like seeing Dick work on his stamina because it's something he needs to do consistently for Nightwing-related stuff.

The New Teen Titans: Games

Joker dug up the corpses of dead members of Haly's Circus and displayed them like museum pieces for Dick to see. He then made all of them explode which released a toxin in the air. Then current members of Haly's Circus (who were poisoned) ganged up on Dick and beat him so bad that he blacked out.

Nightwing (Vol. 3) #16

There's just something so painful about taking Dick's safe place at the circus and turning it into a horror show where people get hurt or killed because of him. It's also terrible for Joker to weaponize the people Dick cares about and to use them against him.

Speaking of Joker, another trauma he created was by implanting false memories in Dick's head which made Dick believe that his parents were drug addicts who abused him. Dick now has those memories swirling around in the back of his brain somewhere, and I wonder if those memories sometimes overwrite his original memories of his parents.

Nightwing (Vol. 4) #73

[kickingitwithkirk]

I’m Not Clean

Paring: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1948

Warnings: A/B/O, angst, verbal fighting, cursing, cheating, oral sex, p/v sex

A/N: for @jawritter​​​​ #jensmakemecrychallange

A/N II: Set between mid season six-starts after Death puts Sam’s soul back-ending before the last Trial in season eight. Told from Sam’s POV alternating between present and past memories/ events. Some altering of events to fit story line. Prompt in Bold.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~ 

I chant this mantra over and over to myself. 

I was drunk before leaving, roaring out of the garage in Baby, leaving the stench of burning rubber and exhaust in my wake.

We’ve had some hell raising fights over the years. This one tonight the vilest we have ever had, saying the most unforgiving things to each other because you broke our agreement.

What we said...our knowledge of each other’s weakest points to abuse, verbally cutting into each other in the deepest manner, inflicting as much carnage as possible. 

The only other person in the universe who knows how to hit me that hard is my brother. Man, how we’ve done that dance too, over and over yet somehow always finding our way back to each other.

My brother tried to intervene, to stop us from saying the things we can never take back or forgive. It felt as if he was taking your side, I went after him as well. 

I feel the need to punish myself for all the pain I have caused. I am always creating pain, torching those I love. 

I found her at the dive bar, a few days out from her heat.

She is my punishment.

We go to a nearby dump. I close the door and she's already on her knees, my jeans zippers down, pulling me out and starts licking up the underside of my cock, making gagging noises trying to deepthroat me. My head thunks against the door and all I can think is that she’s not you.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I remember like it was yesterday. We ended up at Bobby’s after cleaning out a vamp nest two states over. 

Grabbing our duffels we didn’t rock, paper, scissors over who got the spare bed, my brother just face plants on the couch, unconscious before I’m even at the foot of the staircase.

I wearily make my way upstairs not bothering to shower in spite of how bad I smell, too exhausted to care. I toed off my boots and socks, throwing my blood encrusted shirt and jeans in the corner, collapsing face down on the bed, landing on top of something under the covers.

Why am I staring at the ceiling?

My brother barrel's in, woken by the sound of my body hitting the floor, stopping in the doorway with his gun drawn looking for what attacked me...this confused look crossed his face as the scent of fear flooded the room.

I sit up gazing over the bed as you huddle in the corner looking scared to death. My brother puts his gun back in his waistband, hands up with his on display to show he’s no threat. 

I slowly got to my feet and came around the bed towards you. You shrink even further in the corner, pulling into yourself as tight as you can, hiding behind your arms and drawn up knees.

I stop and sit down trying to not appear threatening and speak softly to you.

“I’m sorry I scared you, we’re friends of Bobby’s. He didn’t tell us you were here. We’re not going to hurt you.”

You're so still, all I can see is your beautiful eyes moving between us, the only movement you are able to do. 

My brother gives a small smile before going back downstairs to the couch, giving you space to calm down. I stay on the floor, my back propped against the bed talking. 

It’s a one sided conversation but that’s ok. 

Bobby’s back just after daybreak found us still in the same positions on the floor asleep. 

“Balls!” 

You spring from the corner and bury yourself in his arms. Seeing that Bobby has you I grab my stuff and head for a shower. My brothers just came out from taking his. I strip and climb in turning on the water. 

Fucker used all the hot water.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I don’t want to be touching her now, or her touching me, my self loathing rising like the bile in my throat but my body has a mind of its own tonight as my brain turns off given into my Alpha.

I grab her hair, yanking her off my dick with an audible pop, saliva and precome running down her chin, adding another stain to the discolored rug. I pull her up, tossing her onto the bed before dragging her back to the edge, the barely there skirt rides up out of the way as I lave my tongue up her uncovered thighs, swirling it through her dripping folds. Roughly inserting several fingers into her tight cunt I start sucking on her clit as she grabs my hair soaking my face with her slick as she cums.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

The smell of coffee calls to my still fuzzy brain as I staggered downstairs to the kitchen. My brother and Bobby are at the table talking. As I pour a cup you walk in from the porch. 

I turn towards you, finally able to scent you without the terror that clouded the room last night. 

Are you a classic beauty? No, but you beguile me. 

I’m enamored with your beautiful eyes, recalling the way they never left mine last night. You’re taller than I expected, curvaceous, not delicate like others I have been with.

As you hold my gaze I remember the verbal platitudes, reading the drivel, even watched some of the bathetic romance movies but they could never fully articulate this feeling. It de-queues through me, permeates my soul.

My brother relentlessly teases that I am having a chick-flick moment.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

She wobbly moves onto her hands and knees, I climb on the bed behind her and ram my engorged cock into her sodden cunt as far as she can take me mindlessly pounding. I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing enough to stop the incoherent noises escaping from her mouth that grate against me. 

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

We ended up staying at Bobby’s for a couple of weeks, it was quiet and I wasn’t in any hurry to leave you.

Bobby explained to us how you ended up here over a bottle of whiskey late one night.

Jo found you bruised and bleeding, huddled in the door jam out back of Harvelle's Roadhouse. You had been injured by your pack for defying them. Ellen of course took you in. 

The pack came looking for you, trailing your scent to the bar. Ellen’s shotgun and don’t fuck with me attitude convinced them you had left but she knew it wasn’t safe for you to stay, your pack would be watching. 

Smuggling you out of the bar proved harder than anyone thought. There were multiple hand offs among hunters traveling along the way, finally delivering you to Bobby Singer's home days later.

For the first time in your life, you were safe.

We took our time getting to know each other, I had to work harder than I ever have with anyone before to gain your trust.

After my brother and I caught a case, I would call you every day and matter the time, you answered. We would talk for hours, share what we had been doing that day, finding our mutual interests in a variety of subjects coming to light. 

My brother would yell for me to get off the damn phone, I was keeping him awake, even though I’m sitting outside the motel room.

Then things got out of control.

Castiel broke the wall and died. Leviathans were anyone and everywhere, finally imitating us.

We became America’s Most Wanted. Bobby sent us to a man named Frank who owned him a big favor and made us disappear. 

We found Bobby’s burned down house and almost got killed ourselves.

Then Bobby showed up at the hospital to break us out, informing me you were safe, hidden at a long forgotten hunters cabin.

We managed to stay in contact, I needed that, to know you were staying safe before being able to sleep at night.

The first fight happened in the hospital, blaming us for losing Bobby. 

Then Dick and Purgatory.

And a lost year.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I pulled out of her relieved my knot had finally deflated enough to release me. Collapsing onto my back I fling my arm over my eyes disgusted with myself as she’s curling into my side literally purring.

I’ve repeatedly used her...in this bed of sin I created...I’ve lost control...not the first time.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

It’s never quiet for long in our lives. Castiel mysteriously returns and Kevin Tran sort of deciphers the demon tablet, how through three trials we can close the Gates of Hell and seal away so much evil if we survive the First Trial- kill a Hell hound. 

While on another case we met our grandfather Henry Winchester of The Men of Letters and inherit the key to the Bunker. We have a home of sorts and I finally have a safe place for you, for us to be together. A few months after moving in, before the Second Trial-rescuing a innocent from Hell, and your heat, I made a decision that saddened both of us but with our lives was necessary and allowed me finally to make you mine forever.

Right before finding out about the Third Trial I found the test hidden in a drawer and my diminishing mind bounces between being petrified and elated. I sat there downing a bottle of whiskey from my brother's copious stash waiting for your return and upon seeing you all the alcohol in my degenerating body gave me permission to release my pent up fury and paranoia, ending in that cheap room with her.

~~I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean I’m Not Clean~~

I made my way back to the Bunker to find my brother sitting in the War Room waiting on me. He wrinkled his nose at the stench of her all over me but said nothing as I handed over the car keys pocketing them. His eyes shifted to a chair and I apprehensively sat down awaiting the bombardment he would unleash. He remains quiet as he turns the open laptop towards me. I blink a few times to focus on the screen, reading the online article from a national news agency about the contraceptive failure. I’m in disbelief when he slides your phone in front of me and plays the voicemail from your doctor.

I get up swaying from a nonexistent breeze slowly walking the halls till I’m standing outside our bedroom door. I can scent your sadness from outside the closed door causing me to freeze holding the knob, unable to summon up the courage to turn it when it disappears from my hand finding you instead. You move allowing me to enter, shutting the door as I sit on the edge of the bed before crossing over, moving to stand directly in front of me. I don’t know how you can do that with the smell of every wrong I’ve done clinging to my skin polluting us. 

I feel your hands cradling my face softly telling me Grown men don't cry as your fingers track the tears coursing uninhibitedly down my cheeks.

I completely collapse wrapping my arms around your waist resting my forehead against the special place where our pup is, undeserving of your love that’s purifying me in ways the trials never will.

tagging: SPN @donnaintx​​​​

Sam/Jared @idreamofplaid​​​​

[lokispettigerr]

Devil In Disguise Pt 2: Loki x Female Reader!She-Devil (NSFW)

Part 1

Summary: Loki has a mysterious new partner to work with. He is told to meet her at a small bar outside of town and is surprised in what he discovers and finds himself torn with the deal that he may have to make and the manner in which it is made *wink*.

Word Count: 3225

Warnings: Non-Con mention, handjob, dirty talk, some Angst

A/N: Though I use Hel which is part of the norse myths of the realms, I am not writing about Hela from the Norse myths. I have changed things around to fit both this fiction and Marvel’s story.

Taglist: In the reblog

Loki strode into the bright, golden throne room of Asgard’s royal castle. Luckily, this time he wasn’t in chains-- a nice surprise. However, he was still accompanied by two of the house guards who had ushered him to the throne room without even a semblance of tact.

They walked about with their spears drawn. Loki couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he walked next to the armored brutes. They stomped about as if they laid claim to the castle, as if they were unchallenged and no one would be a match against them. Of course, Loki could easily overpower them. He was a prowling tiger in comparison to their elephant-like ostentatiousness. Out of kindness or pity he allowed them to carry on with their facade-- playing the fool. Loki always played the fool, he wore his mask-- a chosen mask that made people underestimate him. They were all but putty in his hands, unbeknownst to them.

It could of course, be lonesome wearing a mask yet, Loki found himself becoming ever so less lonely with his She-Devil mate; the one that saw him for who he truly was. He was in truth, her fool, a fool in love with her. Loki had answered the dramatic knock at the door wearing his favorite black and green robe, still fumbling with the waist tie. He had rubbed his eyes sleepily pretending that the guards had woken him and that he hadn’t indeed been reading an aged and discolored book by the light of a single candle flame. It was a book that he had read many times before and under his current love interest he had decided to read it again.

Loki wanted to study Helheim, demons, undead, and the like as much as he could. He desired to have a better understanding of the realm in which his mate grew up-- where she was destined to rule.

As a child, the book had been one of his favorites. He had vowed to Frigga when he was around fifteen years old that he would one day take a vast trek throughout the nine realms-- this was something he had yet to do. Perhaps, it was all closer than he thought.   “G’eve my Prince, the King requires your presence,” one of the guards said matter of factly with a dopey face.

“At this late hour? Now?” Loki feigned surprise and confusion. What could the King - he formed the word in his head with as much disdain as he possibly could - want from him? Had he figured out one of his tricks he had played the other day and would he want to bring justice more swift than normal? Not waiting for the court to be there for a trial? It had only been a little trick, nothing nefarious.

“Hmph,” the other guard grunted in response, his battle-scarred face held no expression.

Loki didn’t take his avoidance of verbosity personally. He had played more tricks than he could count on the house guards as a child. Over time they had grown wary and resentful of his clever mind and ability to find humor and entertainment in anything. “So be it then, take me to him. I would feel such disdain if he was to punish you for an inability to secure me,” Loki said with a smirk.

The guard gave him a sour look, the words unmistakably a jab at his competence, but Loki had to give credit to the man as he took it with grace and didn’t speak.

Now his bare feet tread along the cool marble floor and he shuddered inside. The cold didn’t bother him, it never had, but it was the anticipation about what was to come that made him shiver.

Loki had been right.

No matter how cold he was wearing only his satin robe, the stare he received from the All-father was much more than any of that. Odin was colder than anything that thrived in even a place as harsh as Jotunheim.

He wondered why Odin had summoned him and why they couldn’t have ordinary talks. Instead, Odin treated him like a prisoner or some pawn to be used when he was needed in his thirst for power.

“Good evening, my King,” Loki spat bitterly, “You sent for me? How might the Trickster be of service to you this time?” Loki bowed. “There has been talk that you have mated with the daughter of the King of Helheim. Tell me true, are these rumours authentic?” Odin asked, looking down his nose at Loki-- his one good eye ablaze.

So, this was what this was all about. Not his tricks, but the fact that he was coupling with a creature from Hel. Why was Odin even interested in this? Should it matter what trysts he had and with whom? He had never played by the rules anyway, taking pleasure in any form he liked, and he thought Odin had given up on that little ‘problem’ long ago.

Loki did not fail to notice that Odin was wearing his complete armor, headpiece and all. Loki felt nude in comparison and had to resist to summon his own attire. “Never the one for pleasantries. Let’s cut right to it then, shall we?” Loki was unable to stop the smile from emerging on his lips. “Enough!” Odin hissed through his teeth in a venomous tone. Loki shrugged; nothing but a simple rise and drop of one shoulder, but he knew it would aggravate the man. “So be it, my King. Yes, I fucked the King of Helheim’s daughter and her cunt was dripping wet for me.” Loki’s eyes twinkled as he reminisced the many sexual shared experiences he had with his mate. “She was tighter than any man could ever imagine and her claws left marks on my back. I can show them to you, my King, if you would like.” He began to turn, his hand reaching for the cloth that rested on his shoulder in hopes to pull it down to expose his claimed, marked back.

Loki continued, “She sang such beautiful praises for your Trickster when I brought her to a glorious, body-convulsing orgasm. When she squirted her wet juices on me, I knew then--” “Silence!” Odin boomed.

Loki smirked mischievously as he turned back to face Odin, proud of how much he could get under the King’s skin.

“I forbid it!” Odin pushed himself to a stand, he was faster than he looked. With a whip at his cloak from behind he strode down the dais to Loki at the base of the throne steps. “If you continue to mate with this beast,” Odin said, droplets of spit pelting Loki in the face, “I will have no choice but to imprison her, mutilate her, and disfigure her until she is nothing more than the animal she truly is!” Loki’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with rage. He wanted to lunge forward in hopes to murder Odin then and there, but instead, he filled his tone with the shockingly cold malice that radiated in waves from him. “Careful father, your son does not take kindly to threats. You place one of your crooked, vile fingers on that woman you name a ‘beast’ and you will witness true monstrosity.” Loki’s voice rose with anger. “You harm a hair on her head and I will gladly, and personally rip your tongue from your throat. Your screams will be like a great ballad to my ears. One that I will remember each night as I fall to sleep with a smile on my face.” Loki’s eyes bored through Odin with a malicious gleam. “We are finished here, my King,” he said and turned on his heels to walk away. The guards thought to stop him, but the madness that flowed forth from Loki was like a horn-blared warning. As Loki strode defiantly away he thought he heard the old man mutter to himself, “We shall see, Loki. We shall see.” As Loki swept out of the royal throne room his blasted S.H.I.E.L.D. appointed cell phone rang out, this time with an unusual ringtone. All my life I want money and power

Respect my mind or die from lead shower

I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower

So I can fuck the world for seventy two hours Loki’s eyes grew wide and his hand darted frantically into his pocket to yank out the cursed object before the song could replay. His devilish Demon Woman would pay for this! She had his phone last night and while she had been fiddling with it she had been cackling away. She truly was the spawn of Surtur.

Though the ringtone would have been rather embarrassing if someone would have been close enough to hear it, he was happy to answer the phone. He wanted someone to scream at him to return to Midgard and finish the job he had set out to do.

Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitches

Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress

All my life I want money and power

Loki cleared his throat, “Hel-”. Before the word left his lips, he woke up.

Loki opened his eyes to find the white ceiling above him, the ceiling fan spinning lazily, sending a cool breeze to fuse with his skin. His heart was racing and in his hands the dark green sheets were clenched tightly. Only a dream, only a dream, he thought reassuringly.

He released the sheets and one hand snaked down to the erection laying solid against his alabaster hip.

He contemplated to help himself, though he’d rather had his Princess do it for him, but alas, she wasn’t here and his erection was painfully throbbing. Gripping around the soft, moveable skin he began to slowly move his fist back and forth to stroke himself. His mind kept wandering back to his mate, how she had looked before him in all her brilliance, how her skin had shone golden orange in the firelight, how her fangs had sunk deep into his neck and all the while he had felt completely enraptured in her glory.

Thinking about it caused the welcomed tingling sensation that began to arise within the head of his cock. He tilted his head back ready to be overcome with the sensation. He thumbed the weeping head of his dick, rubbing the slit. How could something as harmonious as his she-devil mate be monstrous? She was the most beautiful creature he had encountered in a long while and Odin had slandered her like she was Surtur himself. She wasn’t monstrous, and if she was then she would be perfect for the monster he was. Monstrous… His dream came back into his mind and he stopped, unable to finish what he had started. Damned Odin; even in his waking hours when he sought pleasure for himself the man was there to thumb him down. He sunk further into the mattress, the tightness from his core evaporating. Loki covered his eyes with his arm in an attempt to drift back to sleep. Instead, visions and scenes from the dream floated into view behind his eyelids and he could hear the echo of Odin saying, “We shall see, Loki. We shall see.” With a groan of frustration Loki sat up and kicked his feet over the side of the bed. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see gruesome scenes of his she-devil mate mutilated, disfigured and crying out for help as she was chained up. Had Odin really gotten that deep under his skin or was he going insane?

He shuffled down the hallway, naked, heading towards the bathroom in hopes to get rid of an erection, and as he passed the hallway clock ticking meticulously away, he glanced at it; 2:53.

I need to see her, he thought, almost desperately.

***

Luckily, “The Gateway” was open throughout the entire night, only closing for a few early morning hours.   Loki drove into the gravel lot of “The Gateway” with his black, Jaguar’s slick tires spinning, sending gravel up into the air and leaving deep gouges in the lot like the animal of the car’s namesake had just raked its claws down the flank of a gazelle. He jammed the gear shift into the park position and slid out, slamming the door shut with such force that the car shook. He turned to find his She-Devil mate stomping towards him with looks to kill and her pouty lips set in a grimace of rage. Loki could see that she wore no bra as she approached him in her boots, churning up just as much gravel as he had, if not more, and her breasts bounced loosely under the cotton top she wore. Though she only wore her tank-top and jeans something about her made her seem both in her element but also elegant. It was not something anyone could easily pull off, but she did.   There was a sliver of skin showing between the tank top and her jeans. Loki wanted to run to her, his fingers stroking the sensitive bit of skin as he held her in his embrace. Something flashed as she walked towards Loki and he noticed that in her hand she held a large kitchen knife - she must have just finished cutting up some lemons - and now she was pointing it directly at him, accusingly-- a woman after his own heart. “How dare you come into my parking lot spinning rubber like that, Trickster! Look at this mess you’ve made! Who the Hel do you think you are, Laufeyson?” Her face was flushed maddeningly and Loki couldn’t help but feel a little bit better.

She was cute when she was angry and coming at him with a knife shining. That spun his head into a million questions. Was she going to stab him? Kill him for something as simple as showing up and kicking around a bit of dirt? Or did she have other plans with the knife? More… pleasurable things. Though he wanted to laugh at her, he couldn’t. He was too upset from his nightmare. When she noticed Loki wasn’t barking back some clever, quick-witted retort she stopped in her tracks. The anger dissipated from her features and concern replaced it.

Her eyes flashed with recognition, “You had the dream again.”

She knew, she always knew.

Loki sighed, “Yes.” He didn’t want to be an emotional wreck around her, but he had been having the same dream for months, not nightly, but enough to become a real problem.

“Well, come on, let’s chat a bit,” she said, twisting one of her booted toes in the gravel. “What about your lemons?” Loki asked. “I’m looking at the only lemon I care about.” “I beg your pardon?” Loki tilted his head to the side, squinting at the She-Devil. “I am certain I misheard you and you did not just call me, Loki, the God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard and rightful King of Jotunheim your ‘lemon’.” She smirked darkly.

Loki knew what she was doing. She was great at distracting him with or without clothing. It sent a pang of delight through him as it equally horrified him. It was almost frightening how easy she could play him. “What if I did, Trickster? What are you gonna do about it, Sir?” The sparkle that settled in her bright eyes made him long for her in the worst way. He tilted his head down peering up at her from beneath her dark lashes. “Careful Demon Woman,” he warned. Loki began to slowly stalk towards her, looking ever the predator he was. Most mortals would begin to turn, to back away, to cry for help, but she wasn’t a mere human and thus she stood there, holding her ground and looking at him as if he was the most amusing thing on the realm. Maybe he was. He wanted to be. Her bravery was something that was both infuriating and attractive to him. She wasn’t afraid of what she knew he could do to her. The smirk on her dark, cherry red lips even seemed to dare him to do something awful to her-- something unspeakable and naughty. “Or you’ll what?” She purred at him. “Bend me over to grab onto my ankles right here in this parking lot and take me?” It was such an odd thing to hear coming from the mouth of the woman in front of him who appeared on the surface ever so innocent. Though he had a hard time denying that the idea was appealing and he could feel himself twitch. A mortal wouldn’t have been able to hear her and part of Loki wished he hadn’t because he suddenly found himself having trouble walking. His animal carnality was surging in his loins and he was overcome with the urge to take her in the way she had dared. He wanted to be rough with her-- this tiny, defiant, stubborn creature standing proudly before him with her legs parted and her hands on her hips. He wanted to grip those hips tightly. He wanted to be between those legs.

The image of her bent over, grabbing her ankles, her round bottom up in the air while he pumped in and out of her was intoxicating. He would have given her ass a loud smack with his hand and her breasts would have bounced from the force of his thrusts. He would show her what it meant to be in charge-- that he wasn’t some mortal boy for her to command and toy with. He coveted her and desired to rip her clothes off, exposing her beautiful form while she pleaded and begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t even though he was mad with longing for her. The smell of her wet cunt would drive him wild. “Don’t tempt me, Demon Woman,” he hissed. “I’ll tempt you as I please, Trickster, you work for me. Or have you forgotten?”

Loki most certainly had not forgotten, even without her constantly finding the need to remind him he could not forget the most memorable sexual experience of his long life. Thinking about their most recent love-making helped quell the savage beast within him.

“I called you. You didn’t answer,” the She-Devil observed. “Well I have done you one better and appeared before you,” Loki said with a smirk.

The She-Devil rolled her eyes, “Well, we have a job to do, one I think you might like.”

“Is it sexual?” Loki asked. “You wish!” and under her breath, “I wish too…” she trailed and briefly he caught a flash of regret in her eyes. “Anyway, our soul has been located,” she continued. “ They like to party. Always have. One of my acolytes has informed me they will be attending a masquerade tonight. We will be there as well, laying in wait for them. Would you like to come in and rest up for our party this evening?”

Loki nodded, he couldn’t deny he was tired. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep on his own, but if he was sleeping wrapped in the arms of his Demon Woman all would be fine. Everything would be alright. Afterall, dreams were just that-- dreams and nothing more.

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Peace always, Loki’s Pet Tiger