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The Power of Water

By:  ImpallaAnon

You are lying on your bed reading smutty Loki Confessions after a nice steamy shower, still undressed. Truth to be told, the confessions were making the love bud between your legs tingle with need, and you began to caress your breast when suddenly you feel a hand on the small of your back. Startled, you turn over to to see Loki sitting at the edge of your bed, wearing a seductive smirk.

Speechless, you can only stare at him as his runs a hand up your thigh, making you shudder with anticipation, the feeling between your legs becoming more poignant upon seeing the object of your attraction just sitting in your room, and his touch only made the warmth spread. Again, you attempt speech, but he places a finger upon your lips, shushing you, and chuckles. “Come, I know what you need.” he purrs and offers you a hand, which you take without question. He leads you into the bathroom, and runs the tap in your circular corner tub. You had already showered, and you’re sure he noticed by your still wet hair, but you weren’t about to argue or question. He turns back to you, and begins to sensually run his hands over your body, moving behind you to rub your neck and down your back. You bite your lip to try to keep from moaning, but do not succeed.

However, your noises of pleasure seem to please him because he chuckles as you roll your shoulders and soft moans escape your lips. He turns you to face him and you can see that he has used his magic to remove his clothing. You reach out to touch his chest, unsure if this is truly happening. He grins and lifts you off the floor, honeymoon style, and walks over to the tub, lowering you in before sliding in behind you, your back against his chest. “There’s something I’d love to try with you, pet.” He purrs into your ear. “Move a bit closer to the tap.“ You oblige, scooting down closer toward the running faucet, the warm water lapping over your thighs. “A bit closer, love.” He runs his hands down your stomach and gently over your mound and back up, chuckling again as you moaned and squirmed, your need growing greatly. You move to the very edge of the tub, him moving with you, keeping his chest pressed against your back. “Lift your legs, darling. And place them on the edge in front of you.” Loki instructs. Admittedly you are a bit confused, but obey. You squeak out in surprise as you feel Loki place his hands under your flanks and lift up slightly. He moves your bottom forward just a bit, laughing gently as he sees you go from startled from the sudden movement, to surprise as the stream from the faucet hit the warmth between your legs, to sighing, purring, and moaning as you finally realize what his plan was. You lean against his chest as he caresses your body. “So you like my idea I see?” He chuckles. “Mmm, yes.” you purr, squirming against him. You never thought to use the tap like this, but damn was it good. Your breath quickens as he begins to caress your breasts. You feel your stomach tighten. You’re so close, you need it, you need to cum. Your hands find their way down to your part almost of their own accord to help push you over that edge, but Loki grabs them gently. “Tut tut.” you hear laughter in his voice as he gently moves your hands away. You whimper. “Oh, please. Please.” you breathe, your hips practically undulating. “Oh come now, dear. You’ll spoil the fun, let the waves of pleasure overcome you. You’ll get there in time, no cheating now.” He grinned. “I need-” “Oh I know, sweetling. I know.” He begins to nibble at your neck, causing giggles to mix with your moans. “Oh, ticklish are we?” He laughs, and you can only giggle in response when he briefly wiggles his fingers gently over your sides, making you squirm even more under the faucet. “Oh! Oh God!” you think you can start to feel yourself tip the edge.

“Yes?” Loki smirks, starting to caress all around your public area without touching the areas you needed most. You shudder and writhe under his touch, whimpering and moaning, to Loki’s delight. “Ohh! Oh I need-! I’m-I’m going to- Ohhh I’m-” You can feel yourself tipping as Loki returns to caressing your breasts. You feel him move one hand down to your mound and part your lips, drawing back the hood of your bud to allow the stream to hit with full force. You squirm more erratically, finally getting the release you so desperately needed. Your orgasm explodes through your middle, and Loki releases your mound and continues to caress your body, kissing the top of your head. However, the stream of water stays steady on your sex, and within minutes you can feel the pressure building again. You begin moaning again. “Again? So soon?” Loki teases. You blush, but succumb to his touch as this edge came closer, faster than the first. You begin to squirm again, moaning and purring. Whimpering, as again, he stops your hands from aiding in your release. “I told you, love, no cheating.” he smiles. However, it doesn’t seem to matter this time around as you can feel yourself already tipping the edge into your second orgasm, squirming and crying out in pleasure as this one explodes somehow deeper inside you. “Oh darling, your reactions are delicious. I could watch you all night.” Loki says with a grin as you try to catch your breath. However, this isn’t easy as you can already feel your third orgasm beginning to build. “Oh gods, I don’t know if I can take it!” you moan, shuddering as Loki massages your upper thighs with his palms. You cry out as you tip the edge again, into an earth-shattering release right as Loki nibbles at the nape of your neck. You feel another building within 30 seconds, each orgasm coming quicker than the last. “Lo-Loki!” you cry. “I-I can’t!” you writhe under the force of the tap. This is the strongest build up you’ve ever felt, but somehow it’s holding more steady than the previous two. Perhaps your body just couldn’t release again just yet after so many climaxes already, holding you in the agony of desperately needing to finish while at the same time being so powerful you couldn’t take it. Loki’s hands trailed up your abdomen up towards your breasts again. You felt another surge between your legs, making you cry out his name again, to his delight. One hand stays massaging your breast while the other trails back down to your sex. Again he parts your lips allowing the stream to have full contact where you both needed it most and dreaded it to be at the same time. You scream as you explode into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced. You see stars as you feel Loki back you away from the tap. You curl into him, shuddering, and can hear him laughing and cooing to you “There, there, darling. I knew you could do it.” as he strokes your hair. You pass out on his chest almost immediately.

The next morning you wake up in your bed, no sign of Loki. You wonder momentarily if it could have all been a dream before turning over to see a note on your pillow. You open it and it reads: “Hello darling, We had quite a bit of fun together last night, wouldn’t you say? I trust you rather quite enjoyed my idea. We should play again sometime, don’t you agree?

-Love, Loki”

[instantlystrangeimaginellama]

Summary: Sherlock finds you reading a Johnlock fanfic, and it’s VERY fluffy. ;-)

Warnings: none

You were lounging on the leather sofa in 221B Baker Street, reading a very fluffy Johnlock fanfic. To be honest, you thought you were alone since Sherlock had gone out about two hours ago for a case with John and Mrs Hudson went out about half an hour ago for shopping. Because it was fluffy, you started giggling a bit, so you hadn’t heard the younger Holmes brother walk in.

You quickly looked up, wide eyed, when you heard a cough from the doorway. The man in front of you smiled at how adorable you looked when you looked shocked. When you saw the smile playing on Sherlock’s lips, you slowly smile yourself, but only slightly scared that..

“So, what were you giggling at?” he questioned you. You had hoped that he hadn’t done thaat becuase you weren’t sure of how to answer him. 

“Ummm, nothing that you need to concern yourself with” you teased. He raised an eyebrow as if to say: ‘are you SURE it’s nothing?’. You smiled sweetly at him, shut your laptop down and walked to the bedroom, teasingly swaying your hips a little and leaving him confused… 

Additional notes: I read a fanfic which this fic is based off, but this was with Loki from the MCU and I remembered it while I was looking at fanfic which men we mentions that we read smut out in public and we read fluff in our rooms, so I thought that I might as well wright a fic on it. I also didn’t know how to finnish it, so MAYBE I’ll write a second part of this. If you do want a part two of this, PLEASE tell me, it’ll really help and it’ll tell me that you enjoyed it. :-)

Fanfic that this is based off is on the Tumblr blog @naughtylokiconfessionstories

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Loki's Apology II: The Press Conference

By:  jotun-philosopher

A/N: I figured that in an in-universe context, Loki making an apology (like the one in my last fic) would create a massive media storm, and that things would get… interesting… pretty quickly, ‘cause, y'know, Loki + reporters XD I guess I’ve settled on the ’S.H.I.E.L.D.-backed’ idea for the apology, ‘cos this ficlet wouldn’t make much sense otherwise… Caution: possible minor spoilers for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (esp. S4) (Bonus: spot the random Discworld reference!) (Disclaimer: I have no idea how this sort of press conference would actually work, so I’ve pretty much pulled the proceedings out of my arse XD)

SCENE XX.X

EXTERIOR: OUTDOOR PRESS CONFERENCE SETUP, DAY

[DIRECTOR MACE is near the podium, twiddling with last-minute details. LOKI, in his black suit, stands slightly behind him and to his left, looking uncomfortable and fiddling with his left palm, while THOR stands on his left, holding Loki’s arm and looking slightly grim. Arrayed behind them are Daisy, Coulson (carrying Bambino – the Destroyer gun), and other agents. A crowd of various REPORTERS and members of the public are in attendance, variously chattering, shifting warily and eyeing Loki with varying levels of hostility. MACE steps up to the podium.]

MACE

Good morning, everyone, and thank you for attending. I am Jeffrey Mace, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. We are here today so that you can put to Loki [gestures towards him; Loki gives a tense, unsmiling nod] any questions you might have for him after his recent apology for the events in New York in 2012. I—

REPORTER #1

[interrupting] Director Mace, are we safe here? What is there to stop this maniac [points at Loki, who looks annoyed] from simply attacking us again?

MACE

[diplomatic and reassuring] Ma'am, there is no cause for alarm. Loki has been thoroughly psychologically vetted by the best professionals S.H.I.E.L.D. has available, who have deemed him safe to attend this event in person. [REPORTER #1 looks sceptical, while Loki rolls his eyes snarkily] Furthermore, Thor himself offered to supervise his brother today [Thor waves and waggles Mjollnir while smiling slightly] and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most formidable agents also volunteered to keep Loki in check—

[Daisy waves to the crowd and makes a 'behave or I’ll Quake your ass’ gesture to Loki, while Coulson brandishes Bambino with an 'I know what this does now’ raised eyebrow; both manage to look simultaneously badass and adorkable. Loki just looks annoyed.]

—so I can assure you that you need have no concerns for your safety. And now, without further ado, here is Loki to answer your questions.

[Mace steps down from the podium, to much flashing of cameras. Loki moves towards it, ducking a couple of thrown missiles along the way, but is briefly paused by Thor giving him a quick, encouraging 'you can do this’ squeeze on the shoulder. Loki accepts it and the two share a brief, complicated brotherly look before he gives a quick nod and continues to the podium]

LOKI

So, umm… first question?

REPORTER #1

Why did it take you so long to make this apology? It’s been over five years since the Battle of New York.

LOKI

[slowly, with a certain flatness]

From a psychological perspective, I was not capable of making the apology before now, because I was so deeply in denial about my role in the events, as well as being consumed with anger about certain things that happened prior to my encountering the Chitauri. [a bit of brittle chirpiness creeps into his tone and he starts speaking slightly more quickly] In practical terms, of course, I was unable to apologise owing to being locked in the palace dungeons up to the time of the Convergence and, afterwards, due to an… interesting concatenation of circumstances stemming from the Dark Elves’ attack on Asgard [crowd murmurs in surprise], I was carrying out extremely important and highly classified political duties for the Asgardian government, so… [gives a slightly manic not-quite-a-smile; in the background, Thor’s expression tightens briefly]

REPORTER #2

What prompted you to finally make your apology?

LOKI

A few things – psychologically recovering to the point where I was able to speak the words and mean them, thinking about what my m… certain people whose opinion I have always valued would want, and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s joint heads of Science & Technology introducing me to Undertale. [flurry of disbelieving noise from the crowd; Loki holds up a hand and continues cheerfully] I’m quite serious! They recommended the game to me during a physical assessment, as having some very cogent moral commentary that happens to be extremely relevant to my own actions. And so it proved. All I’ll say is: flowers should not be that blooming disturbing!

[appreciative chuckles from the crowd]

REPORTER #3

Why did you include that bit at the end about 'do not less your losses make you hateful’? It seemed a little out of step with the rest of the speech.

LOKI

[serious, with strength and emotion]

I’m aware of a great deal of anti-Inhuman xenophobia in current discourse, which some of its proponents support by citing the Chitauri attack. Quite apart from the fact that that’s total bollocks, ehehe – the Chitauri have nothing whatsoever to do with any aspect of the existence of Inhumans – I know from bitter personal experience that lashing out at others in rage or grief, causing them pain, whether these others are connected to the source of one’s hurt or not, achieves nothing positive – only further pain – and has a mentally corrosive effect on the one lashing out. Furthermore, I can identify with the Inhuman side of the equation in some ways, so this issue is something of an emotional flashpoint for me. If preventing even one person from having to experience that kind of hurt will help to atone for the damage I caused, then I’ll do what I can.

[a beat, awkward silence – it’s pretty clear that none of the crowd expected THAT answer. After a moment of miscellaneous shuffling and staring-at-feet, REPORTER #4 coughs politely]

REPORTER #4

You alluded to having stabbed or killed an Agent Coulson at some point during the incident, but that very same agent has been noticeably active in recent times – how’s that possible?

LOKI, MACE AND COULSON

[cheerfully, in sync]

That’s classified!

REPORTER #1

You alluded to a 'complicated context’ for your actions. [Loki nods] Can you clarify that?

LOKI

[grimly]

Not without dissolving into a screaming wreck while being beset with horrible flashbacks, I’m afraid – I’ve not recovered *that* far. [humourless half-smile]

REPORTER #1

Are you a Frost Giant [Loki flinches as though struck with a half-brick in a sock] – what’s the word? – [with a hard J/G sound] Jo- Jot-

LOKI

[annoyed]

[correct pronunciation] Jotun? That’s not something I wish to disclose either way.

REPORTER #1

Is it relevant to your 'context’ and the condition you mentioned being in when you arrived on Earth?

LOKI

Relevant? [bitter laugh] To my having been afflicted with heat exhaustion? [shakes his head while making incoherent laugh/distress noises and sagging slightly against the podium. Thor rushes up, glares briefly at Reporter #1 and puts a supporting arm around Loki’s shoulders]

THOR

[sotto voce]

Are you all right, brother? Do you need to step away?

LOKI

[sotto voce]

I’ll be fine, just… [draws a shaky breath] Just give me a couple of seconds…

[Thor nods. Loki draws a few, slightly steadier, breaths and seems to collect himself. Thor gives him a quick side-hug and backs off a bit, but stays close by, looking wary]

LOKI

[slightly forced, 'pay no attention to my little breakdown’ cheerfulness]

Any less… invasive… questions?

REPORTER #5

What’s your opinion on the views that’ve been making the rounds recently, that you should have been allowed to conquer the planet in 2012, or that you should be allowed to rule the world, or at least the US, now?

LOKI

[genuinely cheerful]

Well, given the state of my mind in 2012, having me take over anything would have been a pretty dreadful idea! Now, though, if people really want my rule, and there’s a vacancy… [makes a shrug-ish gesture like the one in this picture – I don’t know how to describe it in words, sorry XD] …lead me to it! Ehehehe [grins]

[rumble of amusement from the crowd. A woman wearing a 'Yuri!!! On Ice’ T-shirt pipes up, looking mischievous]

BYSTANDER

Did you really have sex with a horse?

[the S.H.I.E.L.D. contingent get varying expressions of 'WTF?’ and 'Uh oh’, while Thor facepalms slightly – he knows this story – and Loki looks positively gleeful]

LOKI

[massive grin]

Nope! I made that one up to mess with a bard who was acting like the skaldic equivalent of a tabloid journalist. [nervous chuckles from the reporters] No, Sleipnir was a random mutation produced in the way horses normally come about – no shapeshifting involved. [chuckles to himself and looks even more mischievous] If you want amusing anecdotes about me and hoofed mammals, there’s always the Goat Incident— [Thor gets an 'OH CRAP’ expression and braces to leap] —which was reported in the Prose Edda, although Sturlusson took it waaay out of cont-mmppphhhhhhh! [Thor leaps on him, claps a hand over his mouth, wraps his other arm around Loki’s upper torso and forcibly drags him from the podium]

THOR

We do not speak of the Goat Incident!

[beat]

MACE

[approaches the podium]

End of conference… I guess?

[naughtylokiconfessionstories]

Loki's Apology

By:  jotun-philosopher

A/N: I thought this up almost in its entirety while very bored at work. I kind of imagined it as being a stinger to an episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. that takes place at some point after Thor 3, hence the TV-script format. Further wibbles after the speech, so I don’t put you off with rambling XD

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[nervously but trying to hide it]

Umm… Ah… Heh.

[fidgets awkwardly with his left palm]

People of New York – people of Midgard – I am Loki, of Asgard, and I…

[rests his face in his hands for a moment, takes a breath as if to nerve himself for an emotionally difficult task]

I would like to formally apologise for attacking New York, for bringing the Chitauri army crashing into your world, and for the destruction and death that they and I brought, during both the battle itself and the events leading up to it. This was wrong – utterly, indefensibly wrong – and I am sorry.

[swallows, fidgets with his fingers, glances briefly to one side]

I must also apologise directly to certain people. To Agent Philip J. Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D., for kill— stabbing you; to the Avengers, for so gravely hurting someone you all had good reason to care about. To Dr Erik Selvig and Agent Clint Barton, and the others I controlled, for suborning you with the mind-bending sceptre and leaving you with such unpleasant after-effects on your physical and mental health. To Agent Natasha Romanoff, for my cruel words and disturbing threats. To Dr Bruce Banner, for my contempt and dismissal of you as a monster and mindless beast, when in truth you are so much more than that.

To my brother, for… for everything.

[his lip wobbles and he looks, for the briefest of moments, as though he’s about to break down crying; the emotional strain is certainly clear in his face. He collects himself and continues speaking, but with a noticeably more shaky note in his voice]

You may well have seen, in the data dump from the time of the old S.H.I.E.L.D.’s collapse, security footage of my arrival at Project Pegasus showing me seriously ill from heat exhaustion and barely able to stand at points. You would be correct in… in concluding from this that there is a more serious context for my association with the Chitauri than might previously have been supposed. H-h-however, this does not justify or excuse m-my a-actions in any way. I am, once again, truly s-sorry.

[looks away from the camera and takes a few deep breaths, very obviously trying to get a sudden influx of bad memories under control. When he continues, he speaks more quickly than before, with far more emotion, sounding scared and as if he’s about to cry]

I know that the losses which you have suffered – which I have inflicted upon you – hurt terribly, and may always do so. But, I beg of you, do not let your pain make you hateful. Be better people than I have been – do not let your grief and hurt lead you to lash out and inflict that same hurt on others who are entirely unconnected to the circumstances of your loss.

[takes a few deep breaths, seems to collect himself somewhat]

Th-thank you for listening.

[subtly mouths “I want my mother” as the shot fades to black]

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A/N: Welp, I hope you enjoyed that! :D I imagined it as an AoS stinger, like I said, but that was the only thing about the scenario that was really solid, because I wasn’t sure what’d go down best with the in-universe people at whom this apology is directed. Did Loki make the apology on his own initiative, or did S.H.I.E.L.D. persuade/convince him to do it (and how?)? Posted to Youtube, put on the news, or stop-the-presses special broadcast? Live or pre-filmed? Filmed in S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ or somewhere else (crappy bedsit, abandoned warehouse, swanky hotel, etc.)? Is Loki’s hair neat or messy? Is he wearing a Midgardian suit, his usual leathers, his full armour inc. cape (with or without that yummy helm), Midgard casual, his ‘neat’ prison attire or his ‘ragged’ prison attire? Does he look reasonably fit and healthy, or distressed/ill/lacking sleep? You decide, I guess ^^ Thanks for reading! :)

[naughtylokiconfessionstories]

After All These Years

By:  Lia C

A/N: Well this turned out a little bit angstier than I thought oops anyway, written for this confession http://naughtylokiconfessions.tumblr.com/post/153575009511/i-dreamt-that-i-was-getting-married-to-someone

           “Oh god, I shouldn’t be doing this. Why am I doing this?” you say, trying to slip away; well, more like pretending to try to slip away. Really, you were full of want, excited by the prospects of what could happen.

           “We have an hour, darling,” Loki whispers in your ear as he grabs your hips and presses his hardness to you.

           “I wonder…” his voice trails. “Does he make you feel like I do?” he asks, an icy tone to his voice, dripping with jealousy.

You whimper, trying to keep quiet as he hikes your dress up and rubs your clit through your panties. You hear him laugh, his fingers enjoying how wet you already are for him.

           “Now, now, darling,” his voice velvet in your ears, “We wouldn’t want you to get too worked up now do we? Your hair and makeup will get messy. That would be such a shame, especially on your wedding day.”

           You get cut off before you speak, gasping as he rips away your panties and his long fingers find their way inside you. It doesn’t take long for you to near your climax; he knew your body inside and out. You were right at the edge before he withdraws his hand. You whimper.

           “Shhh, darling, I’m not done with you yet,” he says. “You’re still so beautiful, after all these years.”

           Loki kisses down your jaw before he nips and sucks at your neck, knowing full well that it would leave a mark. You try but you just can’t help but tangle your fingers in his hair.

           “Leaving you was the worst mistake I have ever made,” Loki spits out. “I should have fought for you, and now you’re marrying my oaf of a brother.”

           He kisses you suddenly, forcing his tongue into your mouth, which you eagerly accept. A sloppy kiss, consumed with emotions and things unsaid.

          “Do you even love him?” he asks, his hand gripping your face to look you in the eyes, a spiteful tone in his voice.

          “Of course I do, I wouldn’t have agreed to marry him otherwise,” you say quietly.

           “And yet, here you are with me,” he says, turning you around and bending you over.

          There was a little smirk on his face, but now that you can’t see him, you can hear the sadness in his tone. You’re caught up in your thoughts so you cry out when he thrusts into you.

          “You don’t have to settle for Thor!” Loki says, punctuating every word with a thrust. “I still love you! I’ll still love you after everything!”

          There it was, the confession you knew was coming. The confession you dreaded because it meant that there was a chance you could, a chance you would choose Loki. You hated that a few simple words from him could send your world into a tailspin, but you loved him all the same. You think back to the man you were supposed to marry. You loved Thor too, loved him because he was what you needed. Not exactly what you wanted, but close enough to it.

          You’re brought back to reality as Loki turns you to face him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and you tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling just like he liked. He growls and speeds up his pace; you let out a string of curses.

          “He can’t take care of you like I do, like I will,” he growls out. “No one will ever make you feel like I do, and we both know that.”

          Loki thrusts harder and deeper into you with every word and soon he’s cumming inside you. He keeps his eyes on you all the while and you’re pushed over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing down on you as you tighten your walls around him. He pants a couple of times before slipping out of you; still holding you upright and you were grateful.

          You stay in his arms, limp and panting for what seems like hours, before you manage to get your bearings. You wrap arms around him, and he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder.

          “I almost forgot why I called you here,” Loki says, breaking your embrace. “Well, the other reason why I called you here.”

           He reaches into his pocket, takes out a small box, and hands it to you. You look at him questioningly before you take it from him, opening it to reveal a small, remote-controlled vibrator.

           “I was hoping you would choose me, but that embrace told me everything I needed to know,” he says, looking down. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but I wanted to try to give that to you anyway.”

           You smile sadly, but shudder at the thought of the gift. You knew what using it would mean; that it was a symbol of who really was in your heart. Your heart beats faster as your mind races, but then it all becomes clear.

           You take the vibrator and put it inside you, easily slipping in with your wetness and Loki’s cum. You look back up at him and see him smile, a naughty one, but a genuine one. You pull him towards you and you kiss him, a silent promise to keep the door open for him.

           “I meant what I said,” he says, his voice quiet as he puts his forehead to yours. “I’ll always love you after everything. But now, I think we both need to go get cleaned up.”

           You open your mouth to speak, but Loki shushes you by kissing your forehead. “Darling, please,” he pleads. “The ceremony is going to begin in 30 minutes.”

           “You’ll be there, right?” you choke out, eyes searching his.

           “Of course,” he responds. “I’ll always be there for you.”

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

           The moment you start walking down the aisle, the moment the music plays, is when you feel small vibrations start inside you. You almost trip in surprise when it starts, but you manage to compose yourself and keep going. It continues on that setting until you reach the altar, looking up at your husband-to-be’s face.

           You look out to the audience, spotting Loki sitting almost towards the very back. You couldn’t see his face well, but you swear it has a smirk. The vibration increases and you shut your legs, turning to face Thor once more.

           “Are you alright?” he asks, worriedly. You manage to nod and the ceremony goes underway.

          After what feels like forever, you hear him say, “I do.”

          You berate yourself mentally for letting yourself zone out like that. You whip your head to face Thor, your reply in the tip of your tongue before the vibrations increase again. You clench your teeth, angry with yourself for ever agreeing to something so stupid. Fuck, you were taking too long to answer. They probably thought you were having second thoughts. Were you? You glance of into the room, everyone murmuring with worried expressions on their faces, all except one.

          “I do!” you manage to force out, just as the vibrator goes full throttle.

          You’re cumming hard as a wave of cheers erupts. Your husband kisses you, and suddenly grateful that your mouth was being covered; afraid of what noises you could’ve made otherwise.

          You break apart, and look out into the audience, congratulations and cheers abound, but you could only focus on Loki’s eyes, and that smirk on his face.

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Untitled

By:  chimaeracabra

A/N: I also uploaded this to my AO3 account, in case for some reason people on mobile have issues and would rather read here:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/6000157 Thanks for taking my submission and Happy Valentine’s Day!

Allison slept, or rather, tried to sleep. Going on her second hour awake, she glances at her new alarm clock. 3:41a.m. on a freezing, February, Bostonian night never looked so pitiful. She sits up to zip her best friend’s gray Billabong hoodie up all the way. Yes, she is so cold that she has to resort to wearing a sweatshirt to sleep for warmth, never mind the four sheets, three fleece blankets, large thermal blanket, and Winnie the Pooh quilt from her childhood that she sleeps beneath every night. She sighs, again wishing she weren’t still single at the ripe old age of twenty-four; if she had a boyfriend, his life-saving body heat would prevent her from shivering beneath a mountain of wool every night.

           She can’t give a shit less about Valentine’s Day. It’s just a holiday designed to torment the single, society rubbing it in your face that you don’t get any while everyone else you know is marriage bound or in a serious relationship. Allison laughs cynically, staring at her alarm clock before lying back down. She decides she’ll masturbate later today and fantasize—as always—about whatever male actor, rock star, or fictional character is her current obsession. Just because she’s single doesn’t mean she isn’t allowed to enjoy herself on a holiday that’s obviously about getting laid. When she’s finally beginning to nod off, the sound of the doorbell ringing stirs her. She squints into the dimness, pausing and wondering whether the doorbell is simply her imagination. She closes her eyes again. Lo and behold, five seconds later: ding dong.

           “Who the flying fuck is ringing my bell at four in the morning?” she mutters, reaching for the wooden baseball bat she sleeps with and trudging towards her bedroom door. She stands there a while, and the doorbell rings again. Realizing she’s not just hearing things, Allison starts down the stairs. She pauses on the other side of the door, having tiptoed. The harsh knock on it that follows causes her to nearly jump out of her skin. She raises the bat in her right hand, gripping it firmly, while reaching for the handle with the other. The sound of someone sighing with irritation causes Allison to pause.

           “Odin’s beard, Allison, open the door.”

She stands there shocked for a handful of seconds. It almost sounds like…like…nah, that’s not possible.

           “My darling…you can either open this door, or I can kick it down. Your choice.”

Slowly, Allison stands on her toes to glance into the peephole. She sees nothing through it. Whoever the hell is on the other side of the door has their hand over the tiny glass lens.

           ��Do you want me to count to three?” the familiar voice inquires. Without seeing the face of the stranger on the other side of her door, Allison can tell that it’s a man, and he’s smiling.

           “Okay. This will obviously be a rather pricey repair, ehehehehe.”

And she tears the door open so fast that her body flies sideways somewhat. The tall, verdant-eyed, pale, raven-haired god stands there with a Cheshire smile on his mischievous face, foot raised in mid air and ready to demolish Allison’s front door. He puts his foot down slowly, laughing. Assuming she’s lost her mind, Allison attempts to slam the door, but Loki’s one hand keeping it open is stronger than she can manage. He pulls the wooden bat swiftly from her hand, snapping it in two over one knee with no apparent effort whatsoever, and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder before breezing inside. The cold hitting Allison in the face is a wakeup call. She turns around only to find Loki so close to her that she can feel his breath as he pressures her up against the door, humming while pulling the locks clicked.

           She stares up at him in disbelief. He doesn’t even spare her a glance while securing the front door. Her nostrils fill with the scent of snow, and quickly, she realizes that it’s emanating from Loki’s armor, seeping through the pores in his pale skin. After locking the door, Loki takes a step back, large enough to examine Allison to his liking.

           “My word…where have you been? It’s like I pretty much vanished off the face of your mind!” Loki complains, adopting a stern look and crossing his arms. Allison’s heart skips beats.

           “I have to break the fourth wall of your little imagination to get you to see me again?!”

Her mouth pops open, but she doesn’t know what to say. Loki rolls his eyes and starts into the kitchen. Allison stands there alone for a while, questioning her sanity, wondering whether or not she should call the police. By the time she tiptoes to the kitchen, Loki has removed his vambraces and placed them on the kitchen counter. He sits at the kitchen table at Allison’s laptop, already typing in the password and somehow gaining access. Suddenly, Allison laughs. The table is too small for the god with his inhuman largeness. It had almost been like standing before a statue when he pinned her up against the front door. He looks over at her sternly.

           “What the hell are you doing?” Allison asks, taking a few cautious steps forward. She keeps her distance still, but thinks that if Loki had wanted to hurt her, he would have done so already. She eyes the sheath attached at his hip, housing what she knows to be a serious weapon. Loki sighs and waves her over impatiently, returning his face to the screen of Allison’s computer. He clicks and types away at something. She approaches him cautiously, stopping several feet away. Loki pauses, resting his chin atop of his folded hands, elbows on the table.

           “Woman, if you don’t get over here this instant, I will come and collect you myself,” he warns, addressing Allison entirely without ever looking up. There’s a moment of silence, and finally, she approaches. Once within grabbing distance, Loki yanks her by the arm and points to her computer screen. She wonders how the fuck he even logged into her account on Archive of Our own, let alone her laptop, which had been signed out of and turned off before she went to bed. She gasps at the suddenness of Loki grabbing her.

           “Look,” he says with utter contempt. She follows his, pale, elegant index finger. Allison’s eyes lock on the title of a Loki story she’d written nearly two years ago, the summer after she graduated from college.

           “I—I’m sorry—I’ll take them down—I’ll take them all down—”

           “NO!” Loki bellows so loudly that Allison physically jumps. He loosens his grip on her arm, closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.

           “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…get it together, Loki. You’ve discussed this with yourself…”

           “What?”

Allison then realizes that Loki is talking to himself. A few seconds of muttering to himself later, he opens his green eyes and smiles at her with what looks like extreme difficulty. The impatience he feels is just about tangible at this point. He speaks calmly and clearly, rubbing Allison’s arm comfortingly with the hand that isn’t gripping her.

           “You haven’t written about me in nearly two years,” Loki explains, taking a deep breath. He then stands, crossing his arms, cocking a raven black eyebrow and tapping his booted foot against the tiled floor.

           “Whuuuhh?”

           “You heard me, Allison.”

           “Wait, back up. This has got to be a dream. You’re not real…this isn't…nope. Getting on the nope train to Nopeville. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, you’re just a figment of my imagination. Yep. I have this whole situation under control. I’m going back to bed.” Allison sighs in relief. But when she tries to step towards the door, coldness locks around the back of her neck. She is physically lifted for a good three seconds before Loki himself places her into the chair at her own kitchen table.

           “This is no dream, sweety. I am real, and I am not a figment of your…well…more or less—but I am real and I am here in the flesh. And you’re going to tell me why…” Loki sighs, his cold breath hitting the back of her head. Slowly, Allison turns to look up at him.

           “Why you don’t love me anymore!” And then he buckles to his knees on the floor with clenched fists, angry tears falling out of his green eyes, and freezing like diamonds against his white cheeks. Allison stares at him in disbelief. Even whilst kneeling, he’s nearly at her height where she sits. He continues  muttering frustrated words to himself, crossing his arms hard, almost like a toddler throwing a fit. Slowly, Allison reaches out to touch him. When she does so, Loki’s crying stops immediately. He looks at her pleadingly.

           “Why…? Why did you stop writing about me? I loved it. Every second. You buried me in the back of your mind like…like a repressed childhood memory!” he says, starting off sadly and gradually yelling at Allison with fury. As she touches his cold cheek, physically picking off a tear that turned into an icicle, she realizes that Loki is real (more or less), and that he is kneeling at her feet in her kitchen at four a.m. His green eyes follow to her hand prying frozen tears off his cheek. She stares at him with confusion, despite finally understanding the situation. She places the icicle on her tongue and it melts. She tastes neither salt, nor anything vaguely reminiscent of sustenance. It tastes like snow, and she smiles.

           “You’re weird,” Loki says calmly, cocking a brow and grabbing the dishtowel off the counter to wipe his nose.

           “I thought you loved me, Allison. Who the hell is Sebastian Stan? Who gives a damn about Tom Hiddleston? What about me?! Why have you been writing and fantasizing about all these strangers?” At this point, Loki is pacing back and forth between the refrigerator and the chair where he had sat Allison down, babbling.

           “It’s like I never even existed. Sure, every now and then you wear that t-shirt of me, but you wore it to the bloody gym and sweat all over me the other week (scoff). In what universe did you ever imagine I would want you defiling me that way?! Remember when you wore me to sleep to keep your nightmares away? Why do you think you stopped having that recurrent Star Wars nightmare you’ve been having ever since you were child? Hmmm. Did you think it was God? It wasn’t God. Hahaha, God isn’t real. It was me. I was scaring those nightmares away. Then you shoved me into the top of your closet somewhere. Did you know there’s a lotof dust in there, woman—?”

           “Shut up.”

Loki pauses midsentence. He stares at Allison with wide eyes. She smiles, knowing that he won’t hurt a hair on her head.

           “What in my name do you think you just said to me?”

Loki approaches her sinisterly. Allison glances at the title of her last Loki entry to find that it’s dated July 25th, 2014. She pauses, staring at the date, unable to believe that’s how long it’s been since she obsessed over Loki enough to write smut about him.

           “Excuse me, Allison. I think I just asked you a question!” Loki says furiously. She sighs.

           “I’m sorry.”

His expression softens.

           “Really?” he says hopefully, standing right in front of her.

           “I still love you, Loki. I just haven’t been writing about you.”

           “Oh, I know,” he says bitchily, “You’ve been seeing other people,” he spits, throwing his hands up in the air. He narrows his eyes angrily. The blood rushes to Allison’s cheeks.

           “I may be in the back of your mind these days, but I still get to see just about every thought that crosses it. Ville Valo, Jake Gyllenhaal, Sebastian Stan, Captain America for fuck’s sake, you’ve been all over the world at this point! Stop cheating on me!”

Allison fights the urge to laugh again. Instead, she gets up out of her chair and wraps her arms around the god, even whilst his arms are crossed. After a few moments of feeling his tension, he actually laughs. He wraps his arms around her.

           “Happy Valentine’s Day, Alli.”

His chill gradually becomes uncomfortable and she backs away. Loki looks somewhat disappointed.

           “I am still a frost giant, you know.”

           “Of course, Loki. I know everything about you there is to know. I’m obsessed with you, aren’t I?”

At this, Loki smiles and blushes. He holds both hands behind his back timidly as she goes to turn her computer off. He clears his throat.

           “Regarding what I said about you sweating on me at the gym…well, I actually didn’t mind that. I was just being mean. I really enjoy being that close to you, even if only for a day before you throw me in the wash.”

           Allison laughs quietly at the self absorbed mess standing a few feet away from her. But honestly, she finds him extremely sweet.

           “And, well…I knew this entire time that you always loved me…it’s just that I got a bit jealous with all the other men floating around in your fantasies. Some of them bothered me. I mean, this Tom Hiddleston guy pretends to be me. That just isn’t funny. There is only onegod of mischief!” Allison glances over at him with his chest puffed out proudly, standing to his full height. She keeps quiet, not wanting to break it to him that the version of him she fell in love with is still Tom Hiddleston in costume.

           “Okay, Loki,” she says. Allison yawns.

           “Ready to sleep?” he asks gently. She nods, starting for the door.

           “I’ll get the light,” Loki promises. And it clicks out behind her. She feels him following her up to her room. She pauses at the bedroom door.

           “Why have you stopped?” Loki inquires. Allison turns around nervously. Loki grins at her slyly.

           “Come on, love. It isn’t like you haven’t fantasized about me for the past three years. You can’t possibly be uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping next to me.”

Allison walks through the door, and Loki’s mischievous laugh after her sends chills down her spine.

           “I used to stalk you like a rabid dog, in your horny little thoughts,” he grins, a pair of sharp canines glimmering under the light when she turns to look at him. Her eyes widen a bit when she realizes that he’s undressing. A piece of Loki’s armor falls to the hardwood with aclunk, and his pale feet are already exposed, his boots resting outside the room in the hallway. He laughs, and she loses her words again when his chest is exposed. Loki strips down to his underwear before bowing to Allison’s height.

           “Why don’t you get in first?” His smile and his tone make her wonder whether he has some sort of prank up his sleeve. With a shaky hand, Allison peels the sea of blankets back and slips into her bed. Loki eyes the piece of furniture, cocking his head to the side.

           “Now, you and I both know that this just won’t do,” he says, raising both hands. At this motion, a ray of green tinted light emanates from the tips of Loki’s fingers, and she feels her bed expanding around her, growing in length and width, even rising off the ground several feet. Loki yawns, stretching, pushing his long body into the bed beside Allison. He turns to his side, staring at her. Several seconds pass, and his naughty smile hasn’t abated.

           “Uhm…Loki?”

           “Yes.”

           “Why are you staring at me?”

His cool arm falls across her body beneath the blankets.

           “Oh, I’m just thinking about when I met you,” he says almost coyly, averting his gaze for a few seconds.

           “You were about to finish your junior year of university. You were walking back to your dorm from dinner—by yourself, of course—you generally keep to yourself, I’ve noticed. You stopped just outside that massive lawn behind your building because you could see that a movie was playing on a big screen that night, a bunch of students watching. You had no idea what it was, but you walked over to watch…”

           Loki’s hand caresses her side soothingly, and it only distracts Allison a little bit from his voice.

           “You didn’t have your glasses on at the time, but the screen was large enough that you could see people on it. It was right when I allowed my idiot brother to lock me up in that glass cage and I was manipulating the Black Widow. You saw me, your little jaw dropped, and my voice took hold of you entirely. It was at that moment that you yearned to find out everything about me. It was at that moment that you fell in love with me, sweety.”

Allison finds herself blushing, smiling so big that she covers her mouth with both hands. Loki laughs calmly, gently pulling her hands away.

           “Now, don’t be shy, Alli. You know you loved me then, and you still love me now. I have always been with you ever since that night. In here…” Loki’s index and middle fingers press against Allison’s temple. His coolness stops bothering her, the heat from her own body warming up the surroundings. After staring at him long enough that she’s sure she would have lost the staring contest, had they been having one, Loki leans in, slowly, intimately, in every way he knows makes her heart swoon, and kisses her.

           Knocking on her front door this night, Loki knew exactly what was going to happen. He had thoroughly made up his mind to find a way to get Allison to start thinking about him again. It didn’t make him any less overwhelmed that he was getting to physically touch his admirer for the first time, outside of all her sensual thoughts. Loki mounts her and she freezes, only watching as he kneels between her thighs, pulling her fuzzy, pink pajama pants down. He appears to get a kick out of the little red and pink chicks on them.

           “The-they were a Christmas gift one year. They keep my legs warm when I sleep,” Allison mutters, slightly embarrassed. Loki spares her a look that says he adores her. He throws the pants over his shoulder before unzipping her hoodie. She sits up to allow him to remove it, staring in disbelief at his perfection, at his physical size. Surely, he is a god. Allison lifts her arms as Loki pries her long-sleeved shirt off, throwing it aside. He leads her to lie back down, feasting on the site before him.

           “Mmmm,” he hums lowly, biting his lower lip. He reaches for Allison’s underwear, hooking his long fingers beneath the waist band on either hip. Before tugging them down, he looks to Allison for a go ahead. She smiles shyly and he pulls them off her slowly. Loki sighs amorously, staring all over her body, those emerald eyes flitting back and forth as if trying to figure out where to start first. Oddly, this doesn’t make Allison feel awkward. Without taking his eyes off her, Loki removes his undergarment and slowly clambers on top of her, parting her legs gently. She would have lied to herself if she had tried to say she wasn’t getting wet the entire time she watched Loki undress. She figures he knows this somehow as he grins without teeth, lowering his waist between her thighs.

           She gasps at the coldness of his member. He strains erotically, holding back from plowing into her at full force. He didn’t want to hurt the little human. Allison’s hands clasp around the back of his graceful neck, her fingers dusting into his shoulder length black hair. His chill dissipates and Loki revels in the sensation of the wet, warm hug enveloping him. Allison lifts her head slightly, bumping it slightly against Loki’s when she feels him meet her depth internally. Her lips left agape, Loki kisses her, gently at first, and then with a thirst that nearly gets her to climax. He’s very gentle in his motions, pausing at any slight meep out of her, before she pulls him down enthusiastically against her. Gradually, the thrusting of Loki’s hips becomes chaotic, almost as if he can’t wait.

           When she meets her end, Allison groans out loud, drawing her nails down Loki’s back repeatedly. She clutches him while he erupts inside of her, catching his breath and lying against her gently, kissing her breasts. After a moment, Loki maneuvers to Allison’s side again, drawing his arms around her. She no longer feels the chill of loneliness, falling asleep with her face nestled into Loki’s chest, inhaling his snowy scent. Her eyes close sleepily, but before drifting away, she opens them to gaze up at Loki. He’s already looking down at her. He smiles.

           “Something wrong?”

           “Nothing. I’m just wondering if you’ll be here when I wake up.”

           “Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day, you pretty little fool. I don’t want to spend it alone, either.” He laughs and she’s out like a light.

[naughtylokiconfessionstories]

Mirror, Mirror

By:  Lia C

Author’s Note: I haven’t written a Loki fic in a long time but this one got my wheels turning ;) written for this confessionhttp://naughtylokiconfessions.tumblr.com/post/137382230771/i-had-this-very-vivid-dream-of-loki-making-me

           There was a knock at your door. Who could that be at this time of night?you think to yourself. You open the door and are met with a pair of piercing green eyes. Loki is standing at your front door, arousal evident in his eyes and a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

           His voice is velvet to your ears and pure sin when he says, “Hello, darling.”

You knew you ought to say something but every thought in your head just flew out the window. You hadn’t seen him in months and now he’s at your doorstep so you decide to act since speaking was out of the question.

           You grab his arm and pull him across the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him. You push your lips to his, conveying all your feelings from the past months into one desperate kiss. Loki chuckles against your lips and tangles his hand into your hair, pulling with just enough aggression to make you moan.

           He presses you up against the wall, his other hand cupping your jaw. Another filthy moan escapes your lips as he presses his thigh to your core, grinding against you. The sensation of leather against the cotton of your panties has you throwing your head back in pleasure.

           Loki tastes every bit of you he can reach, licking and kissing and sucking every inch. No skin left untouched, from your lips to your neck until he reaches your nightshirt. You gasp his name into his shoulder as his lips latch to a soft spot on your neck, marking you as his.

           Before you knew it, he was picking you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bedroom and sets you down gently on the bed. Your lips let lose a whine as he pulls away, feeling incomplete at the loss of his touch.

           “Now, now darling,” Loki says to you with a twinkle in his eye. “I just want to try something.”

           A flash of green light later and a large mirror appears in front of you, with a perfect reflection to stare back. He turns to you, a smirk playing at his lips as he asks, “Darling, can you be a good girl for me?”

           You whimper and nod. “Come now, darling, answer me properly,” he says, his face unreadable.

           “Yes, my King,” you answer back, your voice quavering with excitement and arousal.

           “That’s better,” he says as he moves to sit down beside you. His eyes are trained on your reflection as he brushes a few strands of hair from your neck. He meets your gaze and leans to whisper, “Now, be a good girl and watch. And don’t look away either, my dear.”

           You shudder at his breath in your ear and swallow hard before uttering, “Yes, my King.”

           You focus on the mirror in front of you, it was like watching the hottest porn you’d ever seen but you were the one experiencing it. You could see everything Loki was doing to you, his hands running up and down your sides before lifting your nightshirt over your head. You wanted, so desperately, to turn away from the mirror and focus on him but you knew better than to disobey.

           You watch as Loki moves to sit behind you and pulls you back in between his legs. You could feel his cock strain against your back and it arouses you even more. You want nothing more than to release it and bring pleasure to him but he wouldn’t let you.

           Your reflection showed a disheveled mess, dressed only in panties, which were now soaking wet. Your nipples were pert in the cool air and you let out an indecent moan as one of Loki’s hands massages your breasts and the other tugs your underwear off.

           He guides your arms over his head, and you tangle your fingers into his hair. He whispers soft praises into your ear as he parts your legs wider, hooking your ankles around his, exposing your glistening sex to the mirror.

          You wanted to shy away from the mirror but Loki speaks to your reflection, “You are beautiful, my darling, don’t you ever forget that.” Your breath hitches in your throat.

          “But you look absolutely divine like this, spread wide and open for your King.” You moan as Loki runs two fingers through your wetness before bringing his fingers up to your face and says, “Open.”

           You obey and he guides his fingers into your mouth slowly. The taste of your own sweet wetness mixed in with the saltiness of Loki’s skin makes you even more aroused. When both fingers are clean, he turns your jaw to his and presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply.

           He breaks away and nods to the mirror, a silent command to watch again. Loki buries his face in your neck as he runs his fingers down your body, over your breasts and your stomach, and finally to your sex. He rolls a finger over your clit, and you throw your head back, but you never take your eyes away from that mirror.

          He finally slips his long, dexterous fingers into you while his other hand pinches and pulls at your nipples, and you squirm and writhe at his touch. You gasp and pant and buck your hips against his fingers as Loki adds and takes them away periodically. You’re desperate for more friction but your range of motion was limited.

          Soon, you feel yourself teetering over the edge and you buck a little more widely against his fingers. “Are you going to cum for your King, darling? Come all over my fingers?”

          You see him lick his lips as he dives a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, bringing you closer to the edge, and all you could do was moan. He leans in close to your ear, “Come on darling, ask nicely.”

          You steel yourself and meet his eyes in the mirror, trying to keep your voice from shaking too much as you ask, “My King, may I please cum?”

           He smirks at you and gives you what you need. “Cum for me, darling. Cum for your King.”

           You go over that edge with a string of curses and Loki’s name at your lips. You see yourself in the mirror, a picture of pure ecstasy, and you finally understand why he didn’t want you to shy away, why he did this in the first place.

          When you finally come down from your high, you sag against Loki. You roll your head and kiss him sweetly before pushing your ass back against him where he was still hard causing him to moan. A smirk plays at the corner of your mouth this time. “Now, my King, shall I return the favor?”

[naughtylokiconfessionstories]

Loki Syndrome 2: In the Service of the King (Ch. 17)

By: its-pixiesthings

Chapter 17: Epilogue

Loki peered into the pool, waving a hand over the water. It shimmered at his touch, as arcane words fell from his lips, green mist rising from the pool and filling the room. As he spoke, a figure came into view. A pale girl, thin and frail looking. Jet black hair in pigtails that seemed to float about her head of their own volition, long fringe obscuring her eyes from view. Her lips were painted poison green, and she wore a smile that seemed at once both sorrowful and menacing.

“Hello, my darling.” His voice was filled with a fondness and affection as the woman came into view. Her smile broadened at his words and she nodded in greeting, her image rippling on the surface of the water. “Hello, Father. How have you fared?” Her voice was smooth and silky, a perfect feminine mirror to his own. He sighed with a wry grin, shaking his head slightly as he recalled the events of the days prior.

“Things took a few… unforeseen turns.. but they are back on track rather nicely. Alfheim is mine… Though Midgard’s heroes are on the loose again and may cause some trouble. But I will deal with that when I come to it. The Hulk has pledged himself to my cause, and I can think of no more effective weapon in my campaign.”

She tilted her head as she listened, a frown upon her lips. “You should never have let that girl convince you to let the heroes live.” Her words were not accusatory, merely a statement of pure fact. He nodded in agreement, but shrugged with a mischievous smile. “And yet, here we are. She believes they can be converted to my cause as well. I will let her try. And you, my dear? Have you been successful in your campaign to take Muspelheim?”

Her head went back some as she laughed, a peal of pure sound that gave the illusion of multiple voices at once. A combination of youth and age that would have been unsetteling to anyone else. “Oh yes. The Fire Demons were easy to subdue. They are rash, and over confident in their own abilities. They fight hard, but burn out quick. And the dead have all the time in the world to wait…” “Good… and Svartalheim?” He watched her intently as she nodded again, a confident smirk resting upon her lips. “Svartalheim is next. I already have operatives sowing the seeds of discord that will be its undoing.” He smiled. To her he delegated the Realms that were distasteful, because she thrived in the darkness and the gloom. She lived in the shadows, and shunned the sun. Half of his kingdom was to be allotted to her, though always with his hand as the ultimate ruling force. His daughter was a Queen, and she knew how to behave like one.

“Very good. So…. Five down. Four to go.”

[naughtylokiconfessionstories]

Loki Syndrome 2: In the Service of the King (Ch. 16)

By: its-pixiesthings

Chapter 16: Welcome Home

The Council of Alfheim was reconvened. The place around him looked as though he had never left it. The same people sat in their council seats, and he stood dressed in the same regalia as before. It was as though they had merely taken a short break before coming back to the meeting at hand, rather than several days pause. The only difference in his own entourage was Anne. She stood beside him, close at hand, dressed in one of the most resplendent gowns he liked to dress her in, one reserved for formal occasions. She held her head high, swelling with pride to be beside him in what would inevitably a moment of triumph for him.

Amora regarded her with a sneer of dislike whenever their eyes met, but for the most part the two women ignored each other. The Asgardian preferred to keep her own attention on Thor, who stayed near to her like a trained lap dog. The change in the thunder god was unsettling to Anne, but she knew it was crucial to Loki’s plans, so she did her best to pay the pair of them no mind. She was, however, overcome with pride that Bruce now stood at Loki’s side as well, and this time he was not drugged or chained. He wore a simpler collar, like hers, one devoid of spells to keep him docile. It was now purely symbolic.

The man was wearing Loki’s colours and seemed calmer… more accepting of the world around him. Gone where the fidgety movements that betrayed lingering anxiety and a battle of will. He was willingly standing with them, something she had not been certain would ever take place, but it gave her hope. Hope that perhaps someday the rest of the Avengers could come to serve her Master as well.

She watched as the head Council member approached the dais, and Loki strode forward to meet him. The man looked crestfallen, nervous, and subdued. He walked slowly, as though trying to stave off the inevitable. When he reached them, he cleared his throat and addressed the deity before him with a tone of serious formality.

“The Council of Alfheim has come to a decision regarding your… proposal. The vote came in favour of surrender..” His eyes narrowed and he scoffed, a perturbed scowl on his lips, “… not a decision I personally endorsed… but we will surrender.” As Loki’s face began to break into a grin, the man hastened to add, “On the condition of course that the hostages be released, and no further violence be visited upon the people of this Realm.”

Loki nodded in understanding, gesturing to his guards to bring the prisoners forward. Ice giants pushed the captive elves towards the two, their shackles breaking from the ice that poured from their hands as they gripped them. “But of course… it was never my intention to visit harm upon your Realm, and the hostages have been well treated.” The elves rubbed their wrists as they made their way away from Loki and towards the Council. Loki watched them go with an air of satisfaction before he turned to the rest of the Council members. “You have chosen wisely. And because you have done so, you will not be subjected to my wrath.” He moved around the dais, looking pointedly at everyone present as he did. “Life for the people of Alfheim need not change drastically. Your Council will still be allowed to govern, under the understanding that my word is law and I have final veto power over every decision made. There will be a monthly tax paid to my crown as well. I know your people know little of the arts of warfare….” he chuckled as he surveyed the old men who made up the Council. The elves of Alfheim were not known for their battle prowess. “…But I will be taking a quota of able bodied men and women from every province to be trained for my armies.”

He made a grand gesture with his arms, taking a bow with a smug expression on his face. “And life will continue on as it ever did. Of course I’m sure I need not express just howbadly things will go for you if any of you decides to try to challenge my power…” He trailed off and looked the Council leader in the eye. The older man shifted nervously and shook his head. “No…. My King. We have surrendered. We will not… attempt anything… foolish.” The elven leader clearly did not seem happy by the words he spoke, a sad tone lacing each syllable, but he did not seem insincere. Loki nodded graciously and motioned him towards a pedestal upon which rested a large scroll.

“Then, my good man, let us seal the deal.”

The day before, Anne had woken to find herself in Loki’s bed, once again in Alfheim. She felt strangely invigorated, but she had no memory of what had transpired since… Doom. She gasped as she remembered the machine, the apparatus she had been locked into, the malicious image of the masked face peering at her through the glass… What had knocked her out? She wasn’t sure. The last thing she remembered was her eyes becoming heavy and her breathing slowing before…. nothing. And then she was here.

As she sat up in the bed, she heard the door open, and her heart leapt for joy at the figure who walked across the room towards her. It was Loki. She felt tears of joy and relief welling up in her eyes before she brushed them aside. “Ma..Master…” She breathed as he came to sit next to her on the bed, a glass of water in hand. “How are you feeling pet?” he asked with a soft smile as he passed her the glass, which she took from him gratefully. After she had downed half of it she set it aside on the nightstand. There was a pause, a moment that passed as the two simply took each other in before she launched herself at him, arms spread to wrap around him, burying her face in his chest. His leathers were not exactly comfortable to snuggle, but she did not mind.

“I’m.. I’m fine Master… thank you… ” Her words were whispered through his limbs as he caught her up in his arms and kissed her on the top of her head. A breath of relief left him before he spoke again. “I am glad… I apologize my pet, I should have been there sooner.” He could not help but feeling it had been his fault she had been put in danger. He had not taken her with him to the Council meeting as he had wanted, as her position should have dictated. He had not wanted to make her spend any more time around Amora then was necessary, and he had been worried about how she might react to seeing a mind controlled Thor and a chained Bruce. Those seemed like silly reasonings in retrospect.

She shook her head as she clung to him, then pulling back from him to shyly meet his gaze. “Where you afraid?” His voice was softer than usual, filled with a concern and compassion that rarely surfaced. She nodded slightly, a look of embarrassment on her face as she admitted, “…At times..”

He quirked a brow at her, a slight tinge of an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Only at times?” the inquiry made her blush, as her eyes rested on the sheets of the bed between them. “I…I knew you would come for me Master. So I didn’t have to be afraid. And… when I did get scared… it just made me angry…” She struggled to express how she had felt, how her mind had changed from fear to being at peace the more she thought of him.

“Angry? Why?” He watched her intently, moving an arm around her to soothingly run along her shoulder. Her naked flesh was soft to the touch, and he relished the opportunity to gently caress it. She frowned in some confusion as she looked up at him, and as her eyes met his he thought suddenly that it was the most innocent and earnest she had ever appeared.

“Because… my fear, my vulnerability, belongs to you, Master. Only you should be able to make me feel afraid like that.” Her words were so matter of fact that he breathed a breath of amazement, momentarily taken aback. Then he gathered her in his arms and drew her very suddenly close to him, letting his lips press against hers. Their lips moved against each others in an intimate embrace before he withdrew again, looking down at her with a wide smile. “Oh my pet… you continually surprise me. You make me fall for you more and more each time you say something like that.”

It was a gloriously beautiful concept, and not one he had ever specifically taught her. But she was learning his ways on her own and trying to put them to practise within the hardest of situations. Yes… she was worth all the trouble.

A contented sigh passed his lips as he rested his chin upon her head for a few moments. As they sat like that, wrapped up in each other she felt herself relax with him, sink into him, and breath him. And it felt like home. Her skin bristled and a sinking feeling of guilt overcame her, however, when next he spoke. “Where you a good girl while you were away from me?” His voice was contented and teasing, but she knew it wouldn’t be if she confessed to what she had done. Still… she could not lie to him when asked a question at point blank like that. The fact that he clearly did not expect there to be an issue only made it worse. She shifted slightly, a flush rising on her cheeks as she nervously looked away from him.

“I….umm…” She lost her nerve and stopped, her body now quivering with the anticipation of his reaction. He frowned as he watched her, and she felt his finger crook underneath her chin to direct her gaze back to him. “Is there something you need to tell me, pet?” his tone, as she feared, was no longer so relaxed. Instead it had turned serious and foreboding, and she swallowed anxiously before steeling herself for his wrath. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and spoke again.

“I… I masturbated and I came, without your permission while I was locked up… I.. I’m so sorry Master…” She lowered her gaze once again to the bed sheets, shifting her position into a kneel so she could bow her head. She knew full well that what she had done was a serious offence, had known even while doing it, and the shame of her disobedience rose up on her cheeks.

He was silent for a moment as he watched her change in body language, before he straightened himself where he sat so he was towering over her kneeling form. “I see… should I give my pet a chance to explain herself, do you think?” His voice was calm and controlled, a clipped tone that she knew by now meant no nonsense. At the prompting she hastened to give an explanation for her actions.

“I.. I’m sorry I’m so sorry Master.. I needed you.. I wanted you so badly… I.. I wasthinking of you the whole time Master…” That was the truth, and she screwed her eyes shut as she waited for his judgment. She knew it was not a good enough excuse. But it was something. “Really?” His words cut through her thoughts, an almost playful yet dangerous sound to the words as he spoke. His lips curled in a seemingly disinterested frown. “And yet, you did not call out my name while you did so…” She gulped and nodded helplessly. She had stopped herself from doing so in an effort for him not to find out.

“That is two rules that you have broken. Tell me, pet… what should I do about your misbehaviour?” The silence that lingered in the room was deafening, and she squirmed where she sat, her mind racing through possible responses. But in the end, she knew there was only one acceptable response. And as her lips parted to speak, she realised that it was not just the response he wanted… but the one that she wanted, as well.

“Please… punish me for my actions, Master.” She spoke without raising her head, but the words served to calm her nerves. It was all okay, it would all be okay. Loki still loved her, and even if he was disappointed in her right now, she could earn his forgiveness. His discipline would set everything to rights, and she did not have to be afraid. He placed a hand on her head and she heard a whimper leave her throat. “I will my dear. You can count on it. The only thing to decide upon is what I shall do with you…”

He tilted his head to the side and she felt her cheeks grow hot as he watched her carefully. She felt him shift on the bed some before he tapped her cheek gently. As she looked up at him she watched him motion with his hand off the bed. “Stand up.” She obeyed his command as gracefully as she could, her body shaking with anticipation. What would he do? Spank her? Her mind filled with possibilities, each one as  terrifying as it was exciting. Then he stood, his hand reached out to grip her shoulder, and she felt the disorienting spin of the world around her as they teleported. As reality rearranged itself, she took a deep breath and blinked her eyes to adjust. They were standing in what Loki lovingly referred to as “The Play Room”.

He stood behind her, directing her gaze out into the room filled with all sorts of creative ways to torment her. She had only been here once before, and she had hoped to return to it, though perhaps for a happier purpose. “Your orgasms belong to me, pet. Do you understand?” His lips were inches from her ear, and her skin shivered at the feel of his breath. “I love to see you come undone before me, to see you wholly taken over by pleasure. Each one is a precious gem to me, an intimate moment in your life that I desire to be a part of. That is why they are mine to deal out or withhold as I see fit. Essentially, you have stolen something from me. Do youunderstand why this is such a serious offense?”

She gulped and nodded her head slowly. She felt slight tears prick at her eyes as he spoke. It was beautiful, how much he loved her pleasure. It made her feel special and important, and all the more guilty that she had not respected his wishes. “Now… ” he began to speak again, a fingers gently running through her hair. “In thisinstance, there were extenuating circumstances… and, you did confess to me of your own volition, without me having to find out on my own. Which, believe me pet, I would have. Because of this, I am inclined to be more lenient than I might otherwise have been.” He motioned with one hand towards a drawer. It was the same one she had seen him open last time they had been here. “So I will let you choose the implement of your punishment.” His hand swatted her behind and pushed her in the direction of the drawer. Her eyes widened at that, nervously looking towards it, unsure of herself. Me, pick…? I.. I cant…

“But whatever you choose, pet, you will not be allowed to cum tonight. Is that understood?” She turned her head to look back at him, her eyes still wide with uncertainly. She nodded with a gulp. “It really is quite a shame…” he sighed as he watched her, “I was so looking forward to making you writhe in ecstasy tonight. But, if I must deprive myself in order to teach you a lesson, then so be it. Go on, then.” As he leaned against the wall behind him, hands crossed over his chest, she numbly put one foot in front of the other, making her way to the drawer. When she opened it, her eyes were met with a wide assortment of various devices. She held back a gasp of fright at the array, eyes falling upon object after object, some she was already intimately familiar with, and other more sadistic looking tools that she could only guess the purpose of. She knew right away that she would not be choosing one of those.

She considered the bullwhip, the flogger… perhaps he would be pleased if she asked him to please try out the cane on her ass, something she had not yet experienced. But as her face flushed at the very idea, she realised she did not have the courage to herself choose something that she knew would cause more pain than she had yet endured. Did not have the bravery to go for something she was already afraid of, even if a secret part of her (or, not so secret, where Loki was concerned…) desperately wanted to know what it was like.

There were also various toys meant to give pleasure, and she knew them well enough by now as well. But she dismissed the idea of selecting one of those. She knew full well that pleasure could be just as tormentative as pain, just as pain could be just as enjoyable as pleasure. Instead, her eyes settled on an innocuous looking candlestick. It was such an innocent object, sitting there amongst the other devices, that she thought perhaps it had been misplaced somehow. It was, perhaps, a bit of a cop-out, to choose something that she couldn’t imagine could be terribly cruel…. but he did say he was being lenient with her by letting her choose her own punishment.

With a lump of anxiety in her throat she turned to face him again, and padded back across the room to where he stood. He smiled sweetly as he eyed the chosen object in her hand, his lips breaking into a wide grin. A twinkle in his eye, as though he knew something she did not. “That one? Are you certain, pet?” The warning tone in his voice made her second guess herself. Her eyes widened for a moment before she resolutely nodded her head. No, she would not take back the decision.

“Very well. Give it to me.” At his command her hand reached out to pass the candle to him. As he took it from her hand into his own he placed a hand on the small of her back, drawing her in near to him. She trembled in his arms, knowing that his nearness was simultaneously the most dangerous and the most safe place she could be right now. “Thank me for letting you choose, pet. It is not a privilege that will often be repeated.” His voice was soft, so soft she had to strain to hear it. She nodded eagerly, bowing her head before him. “Thank you Master.”

As she spoke the room spun again, and before she knew what was happening, they were again in the bedroom. He steered her away from the bed however, and towards a small couch in the corner of the room, where he sat her down on the arm of the seat. Almost immediately upon sitting she felt ropes begin to wind around her at a wave of his hand, and soon he was paying her little mind as he went to the desk. The ropes continued to pull her this way and that, and she willingly allowed them to position her as he dictated. By the time he had returned to the couch, a book in hand, she was tied to the arm of the seat in a posture that made her face red with embarrassment.

Her legs were drawn up at her sides, spread wide and leaving her most intimate parts exposed and vulnerable. Her arms were firmly behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow. Her back rested against the arm of the seat, which she was leant against, giving him complete access to every single part of her naked body. As he returned he set the book down on a cushion a little ways away from her before he lent forward to press a ball gag to her lips. Her mouth parted compliantly to allow the object entrance, and he slipped it in and tied it around the back of her head with one fluid motion.

Patting her cheek affectionately, his hands then began to trail across her body, making her squirm and whimper as he went. It did not take him long before he was teasing her relentlessly, leaning forward to lick at her folds, his fingers working their magic across her form.  Then his hand came to rest on her navel, and she felt a familiar heat spread from his finger tips. The last time he had done this it had caused an immediate orgasm, but this time it was not so strong. This time it was a low tingle in the core of her, stimulating but not overwhelming. She whimpered, her lips tightening against the gag as she felt it build inside of her.

He chuckled and withdrew from her, and reached to his side to pick up the candle stick. She watched him intently as he moved the base of it to her entrance, and gently but firmly pressed down on it. She was more than wet already from his touches and his spells, and she groaned around the gag as she felt the candle slip inside of her. It filled her and stretched her, like his cock but it was harder and more rigid. Finally he had inserted the base completely into her, until it stood on its own, a good three inches out of her. She swallowed, shifting where she sat as she craned her neck to see what he was doing.

He was silent as he worked, but there was a beautifully sadistic glint in his eye that promised more to come. She wondered briefly what the point of a candle stick as a dildo was exactly, when the drawer had indeed contained actual dildos, but then… then he lit it. Her eyes went wide as he snapped his fingers, a small flame coming to life at the end of the candle. She felt the heat off of it immediately. Her mind raced to understand the entire situation. The candle would burn… until eventually, it would burn out. She groaned out in fear and apprehension as he sat himself down in the seat next to her. He was not near, but he was within an arms reach.

“Your punishment is to act as my candleholder for the evening.” He stated in a neutral tone of voice as his hand picked up the discarded book. “I expect you to be still and compliant. You are a part of the furniture now, and I expect you to behave like it.” And without so much as another glance in her direction, he opened the book and began to silently read.

She stared at him with a look of shock as he promptly ignored her in favour of the pages in his book. Disbelief was across her face… she had expected him to be rough with her, to hurt her, deal out pain, to mark her with his displeasure, but this… this seemed much more cruel. She squirmed in the ropes, the magic of his spell still stimulating her. She panted and whined where she sat, unable to remain silent as the magic continued to bring her closer to the brink. And the candle, the candle was hot, she could feel its heat as the moments went by. The flame was closer to her with every minute, and he paid her no mind at all. She could see him, watch him, but he was engrossed in the book in his lap, which was only visible thanks to the light from the candle as the darkness deepened with the passing of time.

She was not sure how long was spent like this, pulling against the ropes and squirming from the feeling of vibrations inside of her. The tingle of his magic that built and built on itself, becoming more and more intense. The candle was getting lower, and every now and then a drop of wax would fall frighteningly close to her exposed womanhood. Her groans and whimpers became louder as she desperately tried to get his attention. It wasn’t fair… she needed him, needed him like air and he was ignoring her… As her muffled cries became louder and she felt herself closer and closer to orgasm, he spoke without turning towards her, his attention still very fixed upon the words upon the page before him. “Now, I know that you are not about to cum. We have, after all, already discussed this.” Then he turned to her slowly, setting the book down beside him as he reached out to the gag in her mouth. Removing it slowly, she felt drool at the corner of her mouth, gasping for breath and groaning at the feel of the heat building within her.

“Who owns your orgasms?” His voice was stern, but patient as he waited for her to collect herself. “You do, Master..” she quickly replied, before stifling another gasp as she felt the waves of pleasure within her intensify. “Who controls when you get to experience them?” His eyes bored into hers and she bit her lip to keep from screaming as a drop of hot wax singed her skin. “You… you do Master! AHH!” She whimpered and squirmed, trying desperately to stave off the orgasm.

“So, are you about to cum right now?” His words danced across her mind as she fought to keep herself in control. “No..nnooo Ma..master..” she panted, clenching her fists from the effort. “And why not?” “Because.. you… you haven’t given me permission.. Master…!” She moaned and turned in the ropes, felt the candle deep inside of her. He smiled and replaced the gag, which she accepted eagerly, whimpers stifled now by the intrusion.

“Good girl. Now please, do try to be quiet. I am trying to read, and all those sexy little noises you’re making are quite distracting.” And with that, he turned back to her book. She wined in protest, desperate for his attention, but he paid her no mind. He spoke again, not deigning to look in her direction as he turned a page, “Hush. I only have four more pages before I reach the end of the chapter.”

She huffed and closed her eyes, willing herself to be patient. To wait. It was hard, with all of the sensations within her, and the candle was growing steadily hotter and hotter as the flame came closer to her. It was now only an inch away from burning her most sensitive areas, and she couldn’t help but whimper in fear. She could feel her own wetness pooling beneath her as it dripped down from her womanhood, and it made her even more excited and filled with lust. Her body was agitated and tingling, as she tried to remain still. She peered at him, watching him intently as he read. As he flipped the pages in his book. She counted, desperate for him to finish those four pages. But then, she groaned in dismay as he flipped a fifth page. She whined around the gag in frustration. Of course, he had said he had four chapters till the end of the chapter, but he hadn’t said that he would stop reading at the end of the chapter. Damn him!

As she watched him, she willed herself to relax. Maybe the candle would burn her. It didn’t matter. She knew she had to trust him right now. As she felt wave after wave of building pleasure crash through her she rode it out, letting go of the desire for climax and instead allowing herself to accept the sensations as they were. Finally she felt herself rest into a peaceful, almost trance like state, closing her eyes. This was all on histiming, and she only had to obey. Letting go and accepting her situation was a kind of freedom she hadn’t experienced lately, since before Doom had taken her, and she realised she had needed his control, his discipline, to feel whole again.

When he finally turned to her, she was only lowly mewling, her body gently rocking with the flow of the pulses he had set within her. His hand pressed against her navel once more, and the sensations withdrew, a calm sort of satisfaction filling her, though her clit still ached with desire. He moved forward to gently pull the candle from her, just before the flame had been about to reach her.

“There now… Have you had enough, my pet?” His voice was soft and gentle as he stroked her face, and she peered up at him with awe and affection. He smiled gently before he inspected the candle. All that was left of it now was the base which had been buried inside of her. “Aahhh… the candle has not even burnt out. Pity.. I would hate to waste it…” Her eyes went wide as saucers as he leaned over her, hovering the candle just above her breast, and let a drop of wax fall. The gag muffled her scream as the hot wax burned her skin and she jerked in the ropes. Again he dripped more across her, drop after drop, watching her expressions the entire time as he did. Each one caused her to spasm and cry out, and she felt all the more helpless at the intensity of his gaze upon her.

“Now I know just how much you enjoy pain, my dear… this hardly feels like a punishment, really.” As he spoke he dribbled a line of wax around her nipple, creating a beautiful circle. “But I was so concerned for you… and I am so relieved to get you back safe and sound, that I am disinclined to stay angry with you….” Another drip of the wax, this one hotter than the last ones, and she screamed out through the gag. Each drop made her clit twinge with desire at the same time as pain shot through her skin, and soon she was crooning with that sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that only he could give her.

“So I think I’m just going to play with you for a while… If I can’t make you scream out in ecstasy, I will at least make you scream in pain. ” He leaned up and gently pulled the gag from her mouth, and she gasped to pull in a breath. “Every time you feel like screaming my dear, I want to hear my name on your lips. But remember… no cumming.” She nodded quickly, closing her eyes tight as she anticipated the next drop of hot wax. It was a burning sensation, a glorious feeling of heat and searing pain, and she loved it as much as she was afraid of it. The next drop came down upon the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she bucked in the ropes and through her head back.

“LOKII!” she howled, feeling tears pool at the corners of her eyes. She felt deliciously content here, grateful to be under his control again. As she pulled at the ropes they felt secure, and that security made her feel safe. She wanted him to hurt her, to allow her to reconnect to him in a way that proved his rough treatment and the pain he dealt was inherently different from that of Doom. And it was. Each time she cried out, he watched her with such an intimate fixation, and she knew that each sensation she felt was because he loved her. “LOOKI!” She gasped out his name as the drops fell upon her thighs, each one closer and closer to her exposed lips. “LOKI!”

He did not speak again, working in silence as her cries filled the room, repeating his name over and over. When the wax hit her wet folds, her world seemed to shatter around her. She only just managed to keep herself off of the edge of cumming, her whole body straining from the effort, trembling as she wailed in pain. “LOOOKI..LOKILOKILOKI… Please..pleaseplease I cant… I don’t want to cum I want to be good Master..I want to be good but I cant stop it please please Master..” She babbled, the words falling in a jumble from her lips as he dripped wax across her clit. The searing pain made her head spin as she gasped and screamed out for him.

Finally he stopped. Her body was unsatisfied and tingling all over, as she still hovered just above that precipice. She knew that had he continued she would have lost all control, and she was grateful that he did not push her over that edge. He smiled gently and set aside the half an inch of candle that was still left and ran a hand through her hair affectionately. “Good girl… you did very well.  Did you learn your lesson?” She nodded quickly, panting and gasping for air. “Yes, yes Master.. I did, yes..thank.. thank you for disciplining me..” her face was flushed and her body quivered at each touch. She realised that she meant every word… she felt a swell of gratitude run through her. She wanted, needed his firm hand to guide her, even when it was unpleasant.

A wave of his hand and the wax disappeared, leaving only angry red marks behind. She watched him pick up a small jar of something, dipping his finger into it. Then he was massaging lotion into the marks, and the soothing feeling made her moan aloud, her body calming down some as he carefully soothed each place the wax had burned. The ropes began to untie, slowly lowering her to a more comfortable sitting position on the couch, and when she was more fully relaxed, he swept her up in his arms and planted a kiss upon her forehead. “I missed you my dear. Welcome home.”

As he stood he pulled her up with him, carrying her over to the bed. The room was dark, and she thought he looked so much more mysterious and powerful in the dark. She raised a hand to cling to him as he deposited her in the bed. Then she frowned, suddenly alarmed as she watched him start to disappear his clothes in preparation for sleep, and she sat up suddenly, ignoring the ache in her body. “Ma..master, I…”

He shushed her gently and shook his head. “You do not need to do anything tonight. I want you to rest. You may return to serving me in the morning.” As he spoke her leash appeared, connecting her collar to the bedpost as usual, and she relaxed, laying back down where he had placed her. As he got into the bed he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close to him. “Tomorrow we have an important meeting with the Council of Alfheim. So get some sleep, love.”

As she layed beside him, she fidgeted some, her body still anxious and tingling from all the play that had left her bereft. Her clit ached and her pussy still dripped. With a huff of frustration she moved her legs, scissoring them against each other, trying to relieve some of the pressure. In the dark, she heard him chuckle some. “Poor pet… you still need to cum, don’t you?” She blushed, turning her head away, her voice barely a whisper when she admitted, “Ye.. yes..Master..”

“Well, I’m afraid you will have to endure it. You will not be cumming tonight. And you will have to work hard to earn it tomorrow, or you will not be cumming then either, is that clear?” His voice was stern, but also gentle. It was not angry, only strict. And she nodded in acquiescence to his commands. She wanted to obey, even when it was difficult. Especially when it was difficult.

As they settled in the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and nestled his chin into her neck. His front pressed against her back, and she felt at peace. Even though she wasn’t sure how much sleep she would be getting, with her body aching for relief, she still felt at peace with her life. And she could feel his hardness behind her, pressing up against her, and she knew that he was denying himself as much as he was denying her, and she marveled at how much he cared for her. How deeply he felt their connection, and how deeply he wanted her to feel it.

With a sigh, she felt herself drift off to sleep, nestled safely in his arms.

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Loki Syndrome 2: In the Service of the King (Ch. 15)

By: its-pixiesthings

Chapter 15: Loki’s Weapon

Anne looked out through the glass of the small compartment. Flexed her fingers to reassure herself that the circulation had not been cut off by the too tight for comfort shackles keeping her back pressed against the wall behind her. The compartment was cylindrical, and about the height of an average person. It was connected by an intricate network of tubes and wires to the strangest looking machine she had ever seen.

Her eyes followed the streams of data that whirled around the thing. She had never seen data like this. It felt odd, malignant in some way. It was all wrong, the technology amplified and altered by magical fields that shaped it and manipulated it. She would loved to have studied this amalgamation of mechanical and magical energy, but she was held fast by the cuffs keeping her in place. With some amount of curiosity she peered at the intricate network from which the magical current emanated. What was this thing?

“Don’t worry now, Anne.” Dooms voice brought her back to the present, snapping her out of her thoughts as she watched the masked figure on the other side of the glass.  “Yours is not the life force I am after. Perhaps, if your precious Master is quick enough to rescue you, I will keep you around after I am finished with him.” She gritted her teeth and made no reply. She was done talking to the man. He seemed to pay it no mind, enjoying the sound of his own voice more than anything else.

“How long do you think it will take him to get here? I imagine he is quite concerned by now…” The masked face leaned in close to hers, only the glass between them. “Or, perhaps I have overestimated how much he cares for you. Perhaps he wont come at all.” That got a reaction from her. Her eyes narrowed as she stared him down, fury painted across her face. “He’ll come. But I guarantee it wont be the party you’re imagining.” The chuckle that met her ears was menacing and cold. The metallic sound reverberated across the room, muffled by the glass. “We’ll see.” He said simply, before turning away from her to move to the other end of the giant machinery that seemed to take up the entire room. She pulled against the chains on her wrists again, full knowing it was a futile gesture. Then she waited.

When Loki walked into the room, it was with long and purposeful strides. His mind was a whirlwind of anger and rage, though it was carefully contained behind an even expression. Simmering below the surface, a glint in his eyes. Doom’s actions were beyond the pale of what his patience might have endured. The attempt at being overthrown… that he had expected, though perhaps not quite so soon. An oversight on his part. But to use his personal slave as the bait for his trap, that was a step farther than Loki was willing to overlook.

Not of course that he blamed the man for that. Loki had known since the moment that her pleas had made him change his mind concerning the fate of the Avengers that she had become… a liability. Anyone for whom he had such strong feelings would be, certainly. And there was no one in the entirety of the Nine Realms that he loved more than her, though it had not originally been his plan to allow that to be the case. Still, it was an unforgivable offense, one he had no intention of letting go. Stepping into the room, his eyes immediately took in the vast expanse of mechanical engineering. Sothis was the machine he had heard tell of. It was impressive in size, with all manor of strange dials and apparatus. Primitive by Asgard’s standards still, but as it was magically fused it was a step further from Midgard’s usual drabble. His teeth clenched as he breathed in the magic that permeated the room. It was a sinister sort of energy, a form of magic even he did not dabble in except with great need.

There was something inherently offensive to him, even without the kidnapping of his personal slave, that citizens who belonged to him had been put through this abomination in order to enhance Doom’s magical forces. It was a kind of neglect and misuse of power that he found left a hideously bad taste in his mouth. What was a kingdom, after all, without a people to rule over? It defied the very nature of kingship to harm ones own subjects. Like a child throwing a tantrum and destroying their own toys. His eyes searched the room, uninterested now in the mechanical beast that filled it. Two figures on either sides of the thing caught his immediate attention. First was Victor, standing on a balcony overlooking the room just above the machine. Connected to it via wires, and standing near what appeared to be the control panel. And all the way at the other side, on the bottom, strapped into a glass tube, was Anne.

He felt rage swell through him at the sight of her. She was unconscious, her head resting to one side on her shoulder. As he took in her predicament, his eyes were also drawn to a second glass cage hovering just above. A clearly laid trap. There was no attempt to even disguise it. So that was Doom’s plan.

“Ah, my King. So you did manage to make it.” His attention moved back again to Victor, a low growl in his throat. He strode into the room from where he stood in the doorway, his armor gleaming wickedly as he moved. Doctor Doom watched him as he came, his head tilted slightly, an amused look in his eyes. “Aren’t you going to try to convince me to release her?”

A cruel smirk formed on the god’s lips as he moved into the center of the room, eyes locked with his opponents. “Oh, no. I have absolutely no intention of bargaining with you, Victor.” His staff clinked against the ground as he walked, each step calculated. “I have everyintention of looking you in the eye at your last moment, as I slowly and intimately take your life from you.” As he looked over the room his lips curled in a sneer. “And I am going to start by destroying this damned creation of yours.” At his words his staff went forward in his hand, sending a bolt of energy at the machine, a loud crash and an explosion the result. But as the smoke cleared he could hear Doom’s laughter, joyless and sinister. Not a dent had been made.

“Oh Loki, you underestimate me. I have grown much stronger since you last saw me. My force fields will not be able to be overcome by mere force of will. They are an ingenious mixture of arcane forces and physical, and I doubt very much if you have the physical strength required to overcome them. Well, you might be much stronger than any Midgardian, I’m sure, but still… perhaps if you could wield a certain magic hammer…” His mocking words hit Loki’s ears as he paced around the machine, eyes seeking out the fields of magic to ascertain where to strike.

Another blast sent into the machine, crashing against the field that protected it. Loki grit his teeth in frustration, refusing to answer Doom’s words. “But don’t worry, Loki. I am not protected by such a field. You may come after me at your leisure. Of course…” Suddenly the machine was lighting up, loud sounds as gears began turning.  “She is not protected by a field either, and she might need your help a little more…. swiftly.” At those words Doom flipped a large lever, and Loki’s eyes were immediately drawn to where Anne was trapped within the cylinder. She cried out, still unconscious as the panel below her lit up.

“Better hurry… It wont take the machine long to draw all of her life from her.” Doom laughed a heartless laugh as he strapped himself into the thing, wires disappearing under his mask and armor. Loki was forced to consider his options… waste time fighting Doom, during which time the machine might kill Anne, or go after her to rescue her. In which case, there was an obviously laid trap awaiting him, clearly intended to make him the machines target instead.

And as he was pondering this, the ceiling burst open with a blast, and a familiar red and gold figure flew into the room.

Bruce followed after the rest of the Avengers when they burst into the complex. At first they had been reluctant to bring him along as he was, unable to become the Hulk, and unfortunately weak outside of that transformation. He convinced them otherwise by pointing out that regardless of not being able to transform, he was still unable to be permanently harmed. Besides, the Hulk wasn’t his only asset. He could study the machine and possibly advise them on how best to dismantle it. The sight that met his eyes when Iron Man blasted his way in made his heart drop.

Black Widow and Hawkeye were the next to go in after Iron Man, expertly dropping through the hole in the ceiling on ropes. Then it was the Captain, who helped him down as he went. The room soon felt crowded as people filed into it. Iron Man and Captain America lost no time in the attack. The metallic figure of Tony Stark zipped through the room around the machine and blasted at it, no questions asked, but Bruce was not surprised when it did nothing to dent what had to be an invisible barrier. Captain America’s shield, meanwhile, was immediately loosed at Loki himself.

Doom was the only one in the room who bothered with talking. “Ahh your friends have arrived. Well, the more the merrier!” The machine whirred and hummed as it went, and Loki looked more enraged then Bruce had ever seen him before. He turned like a wild animal to catch Steve’s shield, throwing it back at the man with a strength that had previously been in reserve. It thudded into Steve’s chest and sent the man backwards, digging his heels into the floor to keep from falling over.

Hawkeye was after Doom. His arrows were loosed in the mad man’s direction, but Doom met his attacks with electrical spikes from the fingers of his armored suit. The two of them were moving in tandem, tossing attacks back and forth. But Doom never strayed far from the machine that he was connected to, and Bruce closed his eyes, praying for Natasha to try to get close to him.

As the fighting around him escalated, Bruce’s eyes roamed the machine, taking in the gears and the wires and the cords that held the mechanisms together. He saw Anne, trapped and unconscious in the tube that served as the source for the machine to draw life force from a victim. He followed the cords from her through the machine to Doom, the recipient. His mind worked quickly. Maybe if he could figure out how it was working, he could figure out how to stop it. But, someone would still need to break the barrier.

As if on cue, he heard Tony’s voice in is headpiece. “Bruce, I can’t get past… whatever field Doom’s got around this thing. What do I do?” The Iron Man had been levying blasts at the thing, lighting the room up like a Christmas tree, but it was all coming to nothing. Bruce shook his head. Magic was not his field of expertise. “I don’t.. I don’t know… I don’t know enough about Doom’s tech. It’s probably magically enhanced… or it could be completely magical. I don’t know.”

“ENOUGH!” The voice rang out through the room and all eyes were on Loki, who suddenly threw his shoulders back and whirled around to catch a daggered blow from Widow. Gripping her wrist, he tossed her aside like a ragdoll, his skin changing and an icy chill hitting the room. He was changing, his flesh turning blue and his eyes red, his stature growing some as he walked pointedly towards Captain America. “I do not have time for you!” A hand went out towards the Captain, ice flying from his fingertips as he went, throwing Steve back and pinning him against the wall. He made quick work of turning to similarly incapacitate Black Widow against the floor. As Clint noticed the turn things were taking for his fellows, he abandoned the fight with Doom to come to their aid.

Loki did not even look at him as he caught the trick arrow the Hawk sent flying in his direction before he tossed it back with a snarl. Clint only barely managed to jump out the way before it exploded as timed. As he rolled to his feet Loki’s ice encased him as well. Before Bruce could say a word, Loki’s eyes met his and he was now also pinned against a wall. Satisfied that the distractions were dealt with, Loki turned to the cylinder that held Anne. She was gasping and writhing in the thing, and Doom was laughing as he thoughroughly enjoyed watching the show before him.

Bruce looked to the cylinder. Above it hovered a slightly larger one… and it was rigged to come down, triggered by the opening of the door. In an instant he knew what Doom’s plan was… as his eyes moved across the machine once more, he also knew how to stop it. “LOKI!” At the sound of his voice, the man paused, a grim expression on his face. Bruce pressed forward, earnest concern in his voice. “Anne is a trap!”

Through clenched teeth the god spoke, eyes flashing as he looked at the man he once held captive. “I can see it.” He said simply, and then moved as though to go for the cylinder regardless. Bruce struggled to move, his limbs frozen in ice. “I have an idea! I’ve been studying that machine… ” Loki’s expression was a very clear ‘hurry up’ of impatience. “Let me down. Get this thing off my neck. You go after Anne and I’ll take care of the machine.”

Loki frowned for a moment as he looked the man over. “The barrier is arcane in nature. You will not be able to overcome it with brute strength alone.” Bruce nodded. He had guessed as much. “Not without you to amplify me.” Loki’s brows shot up as he considered what the man was proposing. Bruce cleared his throat as he regarded him seriously. “You asked me recently what I wanted to be in relation to you. Let me be your weapon.” The second that passed between them seemed to last for an eternity as Loki pondered his words. Then his expression steeled, his eyes burned as he seemed to make up his mind. No words were spoken as he put a hand out and roughly ripped Bruce from the ice. Shards of blue clattered around them as he breathed a few words in an ancient language, and just as roughly tore the collar from Bruce’s neck. It fell to the floor with a loud crash.

Bruce felt a wave of intense emotion rush through him. It was just as the last time Loki had taken him out to unleash the beast. The sudden intensity of every feeling that had been held at bay since the last time came screaming through his veins, red filling his vision as rage and anger and fear and adrenaline overtook him. But he steeled himself. The last times, he had let the Hulk take over completely, had not attempted to resist the creatures menace. But this time… this time he wrestled with it to take control. He felt his mind bending with it, as conscious thought left him and instincts took over. His intelligence was replaced with rage, with strength, with power and force.

The Hulk stood, large and powerful, and banged his chest with his fist to feel the strength he had been denied for so long. He screamed, a loud guttural cry of animalistic rage. Then his vision focused as he looked down at the god who had unleashed him. There was something he was supposed to do… “You. Save girl. Hulk smash!”

Yes. He was supposed to smash. The machine. That was it. He turned towards it, barely registering the cry of surprise and dismay from the man who was operating it. He lifted his fist and swiftly brought it down…. on what? There was something between him at the machine! That made him angry. In a blind rage he started pounding on it, frustration building until… he felt something different. There was something more in him now, more than simply physical. It permeated him, ran through his arms and his fists. It confused him, so he didn’t think about it. The next time he brought his fists down, he crashed through whatever invisible shield was protecting the machine. Then he moved to the machine itself.

Bruce’s mind was still there, gently trying to nudge him. The Hulk didn’t just need to smash right now… Bruce wanted him to do something more specific than that. But what? Then he felt another presence, a calming guiding force that caused his mind to still and calm. It showed him his next target, helped him to focus. Yes. That was it. He found the thing that the scientist wanted him to find. He ripped it from where it sat, cords snapping as he did so. Then he reversed it. He threw it with all the strength that he possessed, and it crashed into something else. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t have to. The scientist knew, all he had to do was be the force the scientist needed. When the machine was smoking and falling to pieces, he knew somehow he had done everything he needed to. His mind felt strangely… peaceful wasn’t the word. But the rage was more focused than it had ever been before. More purposeful, and that was a kind of peace for him.

Then his eyes moved to the masked man. He was screaming, writhing in the wires that connected him to the now destroyed machine. Hulk growled in anger. He instinctively knew that this was someone to smash. His footsteps made the ground shake as he ran to him, before suddenly, he was halted by a voice. “STOP!” It was a commanding voice, and he somehow felt like it should be obeyed, which felt… like a relief. A relief, to have a guide. Yes, a guide. Tell him what to smash. “Leave him for me. You have done your part.”

Done? Yes. Done. He closed his eyes and allowed the strange feeling of peace to overwhelm him as it grew stronger. Yes, peaceful… no more need for rage. He felt himself coming more to himself, his mind grew as his strength diminished. Bruce… Bruce was coming back.

When the Hulk burst into full form, clothes tattered and in shreds, Loki made at once for Anne. Uncaring of the trap that had been laid he smashed through the glass, ice spreading from his hands as he went. As he strode into the cage to rip the shackles off of his slave, the second cylinder came down,  trapping him into the area with her. He paid it no mind, as Anne’s prone form fell into his arms, he pulled her away from the wall and caught her in his embrace.

He could feel his life being sapped almost immediately, the machine still working on its victims. Victors laughter filled his ears. Then he looked out to the Hulk, banging away at the force field, and he knew what he had to do. Reaching out an icy hand, clutching Anne close to his chest with the other, he began to weave. Words in a foreign tongue fell off his lips, and he amplified. He imbued the Hulks body with his magic, strengthened it with his will. He watched and he knew it was working, knew that the magic that was beginning to flow through the beasts blood was going to be the combination needed to destroy Doom’s shield. And it did.

The Hulk smashed through it like it was glass, shattering the defenses. He heard Doom cry out in anger and surprise as he did so, and he smirked slightly. His job was not yet done. Focusing his will on the beast, he guided him. And this time… this time it wasreceptive to his guidance. He helped to provide the Hulk with a focal point, to tune its rage into a maneuverable weapon. It had never been so easy to do before, and that could only mean one thing. This time, Bruce was working with him, instead of fighting against him.

When the Hulk smashed through the machine and managed to reverse the flow of the energies, his grin widened. So, Bruce had come through after all. This was far better than he had hoped. He felt a sudden rush of power as the machine began to siphon energy and power from Doctor Doom, and the flow of it rushed into Loki’s veins. His head flew back as he felt himself amplified beyond belief. He did not even notice the yell of pure feral power as energy released from him and broke through the cage around him, crashing debris falling here and there.

As he caught his breath he looked up at the Hulk, now moving towards the source of all of this turmoil. Victor von Doom. “STOP!” He felt empowered as he strode forward, carefully laying Anne down on the ground and letting ice surround her to shield her from anything else to come. “Leave him for me. You have done your part.” In the past, it had always been difficult to spell the Hulk back into his human form. The Hulk had always resisted his influence. But this time, whether because of his newly amplified power, or because he was no longer fighting him, the beast was easily lulled into submission. He watched as the Hulk closed his eyes and slowly began to shrink, until he was once again Bruce Banner, gasping and clutching at his head. Interestingly, he did not loose consciousness this time, as he generally did after the transformation. His eyes watched Loki, but he did not move from where he knelt.

Doom was in the rafters, barely conscious. Feebly he ripped the wires from himself, gasping for breath and shaking like a leaf. Ice surrounded Loki’s feet as he raised himself up off the ground and to Doom’s level, approaching him with a calm expression that only spelled disaster. As Doom saw him approach he cried out in fear and attempted to crawl away, but Loki caught him by the back of his neck. In a second he had thrown him to the ground, following after him as ice spread through the room, engulfing everything in its path.

When he reached him again, the man was almost unconscious. Reaching down, he ripped his mask off of him, freezing his armor until it crumbled around his frail form. The man’s skin beneath the mask and armor was scarred and disfigured, and he raised his hands to his face to block anyone from seeing him. Loki ignored the gesture, and gripped him by the throat, bringing him to his knees before him. “Oh no, you are not to die quite yet.” He felt power surge through him as he brought Doom back from the brink of death, giving him just enough life to keep him conscious. Pulling him to his feet he turned him around and pressed a knife to his throat, his lips inches from his ear.

“Beg me for your life, Victor. Beg me to spare your pathetic existence.” He gripped him tightly, words whispered into the man’s ear. Doom shuddered in his grasp and a whimper escaped from him as he drew in panicked breath after panicked breath. “Please… My King, my Master… please spare me..” the words tumbled from him though he hated himself for it. His body was in ruins, all magic he had ever possessed had been drawn from him.

“Why should I, Victor? Make me an offer.” His voice was sweet and compelling. He was always the most dangerous when his tone did not match the setting. Victor swallowed and bit back his rage. “Please… I’ll…I’ll do anything.. anything you want…”

“Anything? That isn’t very specific. Come now, you can do better than that. Offer me servitude. Loyalty. Degradation.” Victor listened to his words and quivered, his mind racing to find the right offer to please this vengeful god. “I… I’ll be your willing slave… I’ll do anything you ask… I’ll crawl on the ground and lick your boots… I’ll eat the dirt you walked on, please… please spare me..” As Loki listened a scoff came from his lips, as the irony struck him. Using words that on Anne’s lips would be glorious, the most exalted honor he could bestow upon her, but from Victor’s they were a poison, a curse, the most wretched punishment he could drudge up.

“Keep talking Victor. Paint a picture for me. Offer to suck my cock.” The knife pressed closer to the mans skin, beginning now to draw blood. Victor cried out in pain, his entire body shaking from the strain of staying upright. “Yes… yes anything… I’ll… I’ll be your whore, I’ll suck your cock… for as long as you want, I’ll… I’ll be.. I’ll be…” he ground his teeth at the filthy words leaving his mouth. “I’ll be nothing but a cumdumpster, your personal toy to use… please…”

Loki was impressed. Such filth would not even leave Anne’s lips without specific prompting. He smiled sweetly and spun the man around, raising his chin to look him in the eye. “Once more. Beg me one more time to spare your miserable mortal life.” He could see the fear in the man’s eyes, but also the hope. The hope that with enough begging and enough humiliation, he might be allowed to continue to live. “Please…Master…spare me…”

Loki leaned in close to him, looking him right in the eye as he smiled, his lips grinning with an expression of soothing understanding.

“No.”

And then with one fell motion, he slit the man’s throat. Doom crumpled, dead, at his feet, and he tossed the body aside with disgust. He brushed his armor off where the man had touched him, scowling down at the lifeless form. Closing his eyes he took in a deep breath, allowing his blood flow to settle as he calmed down.

He turned to survey the Avengers, still encased in ice, though it was steadily beginning to give way to their efforts to free themselves. As he calmed himself his body returned to its regular hue, ice beginning to recede from the room, warmth flowing through him. He moved over to where Bruce still knelt, having watched the entire ordeal, and stood over him imposingly, his expression neutral.

“Do I need to lock you up again, or do I have your loyalty?” His tone of voice was as authoritative as Bruce had ever heard it. The scientist slowly lifted his gaze to lock eyes with the deity before him. There was a moments pause before he finally began, hesitantly, to speak. “I don’t… know… what kind of protocols are expected of me here.” He took a deep breath. “But I will serve you, willingly.”

A wide grin spread across the gods features as he reached out to help the man to his feet. As Bruce clasped his hand, he stumbled forward, still weakened from the transformation. “That,” he said with a tired chuckle, “Is an excellent start, Doctor.”

He then stooped towards Anne, breaking the ice around her easily to sweep her up into his arms. As Iron Man finally managed to burst free from his own ice encasement, he watched the suited figure raise a palm in his direction. In the rubble, he looked almost comical. “Loki! Surrender, or I swear I will blast your face open.”

The smirk on the gods lips was confident, if fatigued. He had never attempted to teleport more than one person before, and generally he had to be touching them. But he could feel new power coursing through him, and he knew that it would be within his abilities.

“I think not.” With a wave of his hand, the three of them blinked away.

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Resistance

By: SierraLaufeyson13

Summary: Resistance is futile and those who oppose must be punished.

We were stars once and will do as stars are born to do. Burn.

He sat portentously on the gilded throne, his back straight and lips curved into a grim kind of sneer. His loyal subjects had been found conspiring against him. Treason, an upheaval of the system he and institutionalized on their pathetic excuse of a planet. Though he was far from pleased with the situation he watched on amused, that these insignificant creatures thought they could challenge his rule. He had already ordered several of the compatriots be executed, the two that remained watched as their fellow rebels were decapitated on the spot, their bodies yet to be disposed of. He wondered which of the two would speak next, for they would be the next to die for a doomed cause.

He had given them everything, secrets to longevity and the healing methods of his own people. They lived in peace, without freedom, without personal choice as they had done for more than three centuries since his battle had been won. His hand was iron but he was munificent to the mortals, as generous as he dared to be. And then she spoke and his rage was near untamable. He rose from his throne and descended the few stairs that had been stained with the blood of all those who dared to oppose him.  

“Do you know what I am? Who I am? I am a god! I am eternal! I have built all you see before you, it was by my benevolence. It was my hand that allowed you to survive and this is how you repay me for my charity!? By waging unending war against each other and my other creations? Tearing down all that I have built for you, destroying all the gifts I have granted you! Seeking to build your ‘empire’…you were my children…my beloved creations. No…you are no longer my creations; I have long hardened my heart for what I must do. You are a disgrace to all I have built! And now you will receive the gifts you have wrought for you impudence! Prepare for judgement for you have been found wanting.” He stepped on the carcasses of the seven others, bones snapped beneath his boot and what blood was left in their bodies surged onto the golden floor in warm streams of red.

“No.” She raised her chin, unwavering as the man beside her cowered back and the one who claimed to be a god moved towards her like a predator eyeing his prey. Einherjar sentries stepped forward, ready to kill once again at their king’s command, only he waved them back. He reached out, green eyes burning with hatred and rage, gripping her accomplice’s neck he wrenched the man’s throat away. Her eyes widened for only a fraction of a second when she looked to her side, the man who had aided her gurgled blood and fell to the floor, but then her cold demeanor settled back in. She was a leader to her people.

“You call yourself god, but you were never divine, never benevolent, and most certainly never our master. You claim to have built everything we should hold dear and it was your ‘gifts’ we destroyed. You gave us nothing! You left us to die! Trapped forever in the prison you built for us! But we didn’t die. We didn’t roll over and allow the universe to cast us off. We dug in our heels and fought. We built the towers of steel and glass that you so callously attempted to destroy! We conquered the havens which you would lay false dominion over! We slipped the bonds of our prison and dared to take our birthright back! A right we created with our own blood and sacrifice, not benevolently ‘gifted’ to us!” The god took a step back, looking down at the little woman apprehensively. He would kill her but not until he broke her spirit and forced her into submission at his feet. Only then would he grant her the privilege of dying and by the nines he would savor it. She would be a challenge, perhaps his greatest conquest.

“If we are guilty of any crime it is the crime of not hunting you down and destroying you while you were unaware of our victory. We are guilty of the false hope that you weakened us with, your love. However, in your campaign to wipe us out, trying to return the galaxy to your vision. You have cast that love, that eternal weakness, from our hearts and minds forever. We will survive, we will still love, and hate, but now we will be free of your corrupt influence!” The mortal took a step towards the god, stepping over the corpse of one of her advisors, her tattered boot left footprints in blood, just like his.

“Now you stand and dare to lay claim to our work? To demand we again bow to a tyrant god whose only rightful claim to our love and devotion is the unceasing destruction of his so called children? No, feel the hate of a determined people and know in your hardened heart that no one will ever again bow to you! You face the culmination of all our achievement and it is you not us that is found wanting! Face the eternal fire and depths of our hatred and feel, perhaps for the first and last time, true fear. Know that you have lost and no matter the outcome of this confrontation you will never again control another races future. Now, at long last, strike at us if you so dare to. Come and complete your righteous 'judgement’. Come and see what we’ve become!”

She lashed out, gripping the god’s hand and slicing the skin of his palm with her once concealed dagger. Then she did the same, dragging the sharp edge against her own palm and held it out for the god to see. They both bled and they both bled the same color. “You’re no god, Loki. You bleed just like me.” She pointed to one of the men he had ordered be cut down. “Just like them. Just like all of us.” He seized her neck with his bloodied hands and pressed her into a column, wishing to kill her then and now but she reached out and smeared her own blood across his neck and face. “You and I are more alike than you will ever know, Loki.”

The sneer on his lips transformed into a self-satisfied smirk as he loosened his grip on the woman’s fragile neck. “I won’t kill you, not yet, I must break you first.” His green eyes gleamed with unspoken desires and malicious intentions, but she could not back down, nor could she allow him to see her fear but she suspected he could smell it radiating off her body. “Kneel.” He hissed in her ear, his lips almost brushing over neck.

“Never.” She snarled and in an instant his hand was wound in her hair, pulling back so hard she thought her scalp and skull would be pulled from one another. Loki pushed her down, her fighting was in vain as she could not refuse his strength. When she had landed on her knees, Loki tugged her hair back until she was looking at him with resentment burning deep within her irises.

He leaned down, mocking her with his freedom of movement. “It would do you well to remember that I am a god little one and I will break you in everyway I know how to.” She shivered as his voice dropped and grew huskier, but before she could dwell on his words and tone further he tossed her to the floor and climbed the stair back to his throne. “Take her to my chambers, I fear I will need much time with this one.”

They did as their king instructed, chaining her wrists and pulling her out into the vast system of halls only stopping to push the mortal into an opulent room. Under other circumstances she would have been awestruck with the architecture and grandeur but she knew who these chambers belonged to. Her back stiffened when Loki entered the room moments after.

His hand wrapped lightly around her neck, a way of saying that he would not harm her, yet if she acted out the threat was very real and he would think it pleasurable to see the light fade from her eyes. “You foolish mortal. You think you are the first in three centuries to challenge my rule, perhaps history has spoken of the mightiest heroes your planet could muster and even with all their strength I still triumphed.” Her eyes were wide and no matter how she tried to hide her fear she knew he could see right through her façade. What unnerved her to most is the way her body reacted when he leaned down, his breath hitting her neck and ear. “Or perhaps you need a more intimate lesson on why I will succeed against you every time?”

It hardly mattered if she spoke or not, he would take what he wished whether she was willing or not. He moved around her and pulled her small frame back, letting her feel the entity of his arousal against her backside. She gasped but tried to squirm away, only his grip was iron and unrelenting. “You are a cruel man, Loki.” The mortal spat, venom in her voice. Her cry only made the god more amused. He would have fun breaking this one.

The hand on her throat tightened to the point of pain yet she did not fight it. “God. And it would do you well to remember that, little one.” His words were carefully enunciated, his hand loosening and tightening around her neck. Loki smirked at her composure, knowing it was false. He freed her and automatically she turned to face him. “Now kneel and worship me as you do your paltry gods.” There was defiance in her eyes as she looked up at him, he could see she was a leader amongst her people just by her stare alone.

Deliberately she sank down to her knees, unwilling to look up at the god in front of her. Perhaps her next actions were reckless and out of line but she cared little for she would die either way. Her small hands slid underneath the leather flap of the god’s jerkin, roughly palming the straining erection beneath. Loki’s eyes slipped shut at the touch, but he would not allow her the pleasure of hearing the groan he gave. Unabashedly the little mortal on her knees began undoing the ties of his breeches until the glistening head of his cock was revealed. She kissed away the bead of fluid that had formed and pushed the soft leather further down his legs.

Unable to stand the sight of her clothed skin, Loki waved his hand; his and her garments disappeared into nothingness. Only then could he see the scars she bared on her flesh and the breasts that would fit perfectly into his palms. His thoughts ceased to be when a soft warmth wrapped around his length. The mortal let her tongue trace the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, her hands stroking what her mouth could not reach. She hated this man with her entire being yet she could not deny her body this release, she was predisposed to her desires and he knew.

Loki’s hand was fisted his her hair, controlling her movements, pulling her mouth onto his cock over and over again. Despite enjoying her ministrations he knew what she was trying to do, and he refused to let her have any power over him. The god drug her up to her feet by her hair, tears welled up in her eyes, but they would not fall. He admired her will not to show weakness, but it would be a failed cause, in the end he would have her writhing and begging, a whimpering and sobbing heap of a person.

“Enough, little one.” He held little regard for her fragility when he tossed her onto his bed and with a wave of his hand, her wrists were restrained by an invisible force. The harder she fought to free herself the tighter her bonds became. Loki only watched on amused. ’“Please continue, your struggle will only make this more enjoyable for me.” Despite her will to be free of her bonds and of him she halts and remains still, relaxed even, if only to anger the god standing at the foot of the bed.

His fingers were like ice as they trailed up the mortal’s legs, hardly even stopping at the apex of her thighs, instead they moved on to her breast where he pinched and twisted each nipple until they were nothing more than hard pebbles, her back arching into his touch all the while. “Your body betrays you, little one. It is subjugation you crave and I will ensure you receive it in full.” His hand gripped her chin tightly, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“Fuck you.” The chuckle that reverberated in his throat was dark and dangerous, though she was not entirely sure whether she was speaking to Loki or her own body.

“You now result to such words when the ones you spoke earlier were so eloquent?” His face was looming over hers, his body pressed against hers. She glanced down at his lips only for a moment, but he had seen. The smirk that spread over his lips was bone chilling. The mortal had never met anyone in her life she considered to be a psychopath, but here Loki was and she swore he was the very definition of one, right down to his Cheshire smile.

His lips claimed hers and she could only describe his kiss as punishing, there was nothing gentle about this man. He pulled her hair back and when she whimpered in pain he did not relent, no, her cry only infuriated him. Loki gritted his teeth and moved his hands to her waist, moving her how he pleased. The mortal said nothing and hardly tried to fight off what she knew was going to happen. She found the most unnerving thing about it was the voice in the back of her head agreeing with her body’s reaction to his touch, saying that she wanted this to happen.

Loki’s cock was pressed against her core, the shaft grinding between the folds of her slick opening. “Speak little one, tell me what you desire.” His voice was drenched in lust.

She clenched her jaw and brazenly stared at the tyrant, lifting her chin as a leader would when she spoke. “For you to relinquish control over my home.”

He tsked her statement and let a mirthful laugh fall from his lips. “Other than a wish that shall not be granted. So tell me, little one, or I shall force it out of your throat in screams.” She remained silent, not daring to give into his demand and say that she wanted him. Her defiance, though, was in vain. Loki had enough of her resistance and with little warning he sheathed himself entirely within her, pressing past the way her muscles clenched around him until he was fully seated. The mortal wanted to scream at him, claw at his skin for she knew it was possible to make him bleed, but it was a losing fight and when he drew his cock out of her and thrust back in she crumpled, moving her hips with his.

“Sing for me little one.” And she did. She sang like the great songbirds of old, the ones that were so precious they were hunted and forced to sing for cruel masters. The mortal submitted to the lewd ways, writhing against pale flesh, struggling against the bonds that restricted her movements. The only sounds in the room was their heavy breathing and skin against skin. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to dig her nails into his back, trace the sharp line of his cheek but should she do that it would be betrayal to her people and to her cause so she endured his punishment.

His grip on her hips was nothing short of bruising and she was aware that should he tire of her he could kill her without a qualm, or he could very well fuck her to death. The glint in his eye was that of a madman, but still she moved with him, trying to press her neglected clit into his pelvic bone for the pressure and friction she so desperately craved. Loki rutted into her like an animal and each time her legs were on the verge of wrapping around his waist he pushed them away, not allowing her any type of claim over his body. He ravished her, wholly.

Her torture seemed to last for hours and though her walls sought to grip greedily around his throbbing cock she knew her body could hardly take anymore. Loki spent himself in her and after several moments his eyes shut and her hands were freed. He slumped against her, barely holding his weight above hers. His head hung low; two beads of sweat dripped off his brow and rolled down her rosy chest. For only a moment she could since his capability of tenderness but when his eyes met hers they were branded with the look she had learned to loathe.

“Get out.” He hissed. She did not move. “Guards!” The doors to his room were thrown open within seconds and a line of four armored men strode in. Loki stood from the massive bed and walked to the balcony, uncaring of his nudity. “Take this impertinent mortal to the dungeons, now.” Fear of facing their king’s wrath caused them to make haste in removing the unclothed woman from his bed, they hardly gave her a chance to stand before she was drug to the bowels of the castle and thrown into a dark and dank cell. She knew she would die here and she would die by his hand.

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Loki Syndrome 2: In the Service of the King (Ch.14)

By: its-pixiesthings

Author Note: This chapter doesn’t have any Loki or Anne in it, sorry! Its important for plot purposes! :P

Chapter 14: Assembled

When Bruce groggily came to this time, his surroundings were very different. His head spun and his body ached. With a groan he slowly sat up in the bed he was laying in, before he felt hands catch him quickly to help him into a sitting position. A familiar voice fell on his ears, a voice he had given up hope of ever hearing again.

“Easy, easy Brucie. You’re alright. Here, drink this.” As Tony Stark pressed a cup of water to his lips he tilted his head back to drink. It felt absolutely heavenly. With a deep breath he settled against the wall the cot was up against and took a look around. They were in a dark room, fairly expansive. It looked like a storage bunker, probably underground. And standing around, expectantly watching him, were his team mates. Lord, how long had it been since he had seen any of them?

“Are you alright?” The concerned voice of Steve Rogers came to him and he nodded mutely for a moment before responding. “Yeah… good enough, I guess.” His eyes moved back to Tony, who was sitting beside the cot. “Where.. how? What’s happening?” Tony’s signature smirk in response seemed more forced then he remembered. “Well, we were thinking the same thing.” Bruce noticed how the mans eyes lingered on the mechanical device around his neck.

“Well… let’s start with this. How long have you guys been… out?” His eyes panned the group of them. Steve Rogers looked absolutely beat. His eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles underneath them. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months. And the rest of them weren’t looking much better. Clint and Natasha were seated nearby, each looking as though rest was a thing of the past. And worse, they looked small andweakened, as though they hadn’t eaten in recent memory.

Tony was the one that answered, after he had followed Bruce’s gaze and ascertained what was bothering the scientist. “About a week. We… We escaped, with some help from an unknown source. A castle guard stabbing his employer in the back, I guess. Weren’t able to find you or Thor though.” Tony’s eyes were searching as he looked back to his friend.

“No… you wouldn’t have. Loki kept the two of us with him. We… factored into his…plans.” There was a silence in the room for a moment as everyone digested this. It wasn’t unknown of course. Thor and Bruce were always going to be kept around. It was the rest of them who had only been kept alive at the behest of a certain SHIELD agent turned Loki sympathiser. None of them really liked to be reminded of that scene. To say it had been… uncomfortable to watch would be an understatement. Of course, Bruce hadn’t been there to see it himself. He had only heard about it second-hand.

He coughed to clear his throat as he looked from Tony to Steve again. “What’s the latest? I haven’t had any contact with the outside world since… well. Fill me in.” Steve sighed and tilted his head back some, gazing up at the ceiling as he slowly began to speak. “Well. Can’t speak for the entire time Loki’s been in power, but… things have been interesting this last month, at least. We were recruited by the underground resistance shortly after we made it out.”

“There’s an underground resistance?” Bruce eyed him curiously. He heard a snort from Natasha, who had stood up to stretch her legs. “Of course there is. There always is.” Came the reply. She lacked her usual feminine grace. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her so… tired. “And it didn’t take them long to find us. Guess news travels fast.”

A door opened then, the sound causing him to tear his eyes away from the assassin to see who had opened it. He was unfamiliar with this woman… she looked quite young, actually. He narrowed his eyes in curiosity as he tried to work out just how young. The girl had to be in her late teens at the youngest. She had long brown hair and was dressed in red leather. When she spoke it was with a thick accent.

“I brought some food.. it isn’t much.” She had in her hands a large bowl of some sort of soup and five smaller bowls. She moved confidently into the room, as though it were all routine, depositing the dishes on a smallish table. Clint was the first to move to the table to help himself to soup, before Natasha cut him off, snatching the now filled bowl out of his hands. “Bruce first.” She said simply, eliciting a pout from the archer as she walked over to Bruce’s bed with the bowl in hand.

He thankfully accepted it where he sat before his gaze again was on the new girl. She was looking him over too, suspicion in her eyes. “My name is Wanda. I am part of the resistance… I suppose your friends have told you of us?” He only nodded, his stomach growling loudly in an insistence that he eat. Natasha was busying herself portioning out the rest of the food. If anyone noticed that nobody had gotten quite as much as Bruce, nobody said anything.

“I hear there’s been some… excitement this last month?” He sighed as he drank the soup. It was tasteless and watery, but he was starving after his stint portal jumping and blacking out. His whole body still ached, and it was a welcome distraction from the fire in his joints and head. Wanda nodded as she watched him carefully. Clearly she did not trust him yet.. not that he could blame her. “About a month ago, Loki seemed to… disappear. Leaving Victor von Doom in charge.” Bruce winced. So that was the guy… it made sense. He didn’t like the idea of him being in charge any more than Loki.

“It was shortly after that that Doom unveiled an experimental operation. He was testing out a machine he said he had been working on, a machine that would marry magic with technology. At first he took only volunteers to be the subjects of this experiment. Promises of wealth and status within Loki’s order meant that volunteers were not hard to find. That is, until word began to get out that less than half of those experimented on with this machine came out alive. Those that did survive… they were weakened, bed ridden. Some in a coma. Soon the volunteers stopped coming… so he started taking whoever he pleased to work on.”

Bruce listened attentively to Wanda’s story with growing dread. So the graveyard they had materialized in… A dumping ground for test subjects? “We did some reconnaissance, of course. Our operatives discovered what the purpose of the machine was. It was never a test, or an experiment as Doctor Doom claimed. It sucks the life forces out of a person and siphons it into Doom himself, making him more powerful and leaving the victim an empty husk.” He voice was laced with disgust as she recounted everything they had learned about Doom’s machine and his plans.

Still, something was not quite adding up. With a confused tone, Bruce piped up. “But… that doesn’t make any sense, Loki wouldn’t..” He stopped himself for a moment. Loki wouldn’t what? Approve of such a machine? How could he be so certain? He coughed, his throat constricting some as he sorted through his thoughts carefully. “…I mean, Loki is the head honcho here, right? Why would he approve of Doom doing something that could potentially make him more powerful than himself? Also….” his brow furroughed as he tried to piece the bizarre puzzle before him together. “Isn’t it odd that Doom started doing this right after Loki left the Realm?”

Steve tilted his head as he looked at his friend. His bowl of soup half eaten, sitting on his lap as he pondered Bruce’s words. “Are you saying there’s some double crossinggoing on here? Because that would be great news for us. If the two of them are fighting each other….” Bruce’s eyes widened as he considered that before he nodded slowly. Something that Loki had said… suddenly made a whole lot of sense. “Yeah… a Kingdom divided against itself… can’t stand.” His voice was soft. Maybe Loki wasn’t so crazy after all. “….Right. If Loki is back, and none of this was sanctioned by the big guy himself, then the ensuing distraction is just what we need to get in there are destroy the machine.” Wanda nodded as she listened, sitting herself down for the moment as the discussion continued. “Loki has global control. We aren’t a big enough movement yet to try to overthrow his rule on this planet, but we can do what we can here and there to keep up a resistance. Destroying this machine is one thing we can do.”

Bruce considered this. A group of basically guerilla fighters putting up as much of a fight as they could against a regime that spanned the entire globe. “Has anything atrocious like what Doom has been doing happened… uh, you know…before Loki left?” He felt like a fool for even asking. What would they think of the question? He felt his heart sink as everyone in the room blinked at him for a moment before Wanda frowned. “Not of this magnitude, no.” Came the reply. It was the one he had been both hoping for and dreading, because it meant so many things, confusing things. Her voice was hard however as she continued. “But that does not mean he isn’t as much of a monster as Doom. Thousands of people died during his hostile takeover of the planet, during his campaign to rule the world. Countries were decimated, that alone is enough reason to overthrow him.” Bruce took a deep breath and nodded quickly, putting his hands up defensively.

“I hear you. I’m not disputing that. I was just curious. I haven’t been in the know of what’s going on for a very long time.” Relief washed over him as this answer seemed to satisfy her. “Still though…” He began again, “I uh… I don’t know what use I’ll be to you guys here.” He turned to Tony, still nearest to him, and tapped the collar around his neck. “I can’t Hulk out with this thing on, and Loki is the only one who can take it off.”

Stark nodded his understanding, leaning in closer to inspect the mechanisms. “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll find a way to get that thing off of you. Just might be later rather then sooner… may I?” He reached forward to touch it as Bruce nodded his consent. Tony found the metal cool to the touch, but nothing was strange about it. Except for the fact that there was no apparent way to remove it. He waved his fingers through the green mist that emanated from it, keeping the Doctor docile, and sighed.

“It’ll take some mucking around..” he muttered before he looked his friend in the eye again. “Anyways, for now just leave it to us. We understand.” Steve nodded in agreement, though he looked reluctantly disappointed. “The Hulk and Thor are our heaviest hitters though… no word on where Thor is at, I imagine?” Bruce shoot his head. “I’m afraid Thor is still back in Alfheim.” When everyone looked at him with an expression of confusion he elaborated. “Er… Alfheim. It’s… one of the Nine Realms, I guess. It’s Loki’s next target. Where he’s been for the last month.”

“Gotcha… ” Tony stood up slowly, stretched his back before he patted his friend on the shoulder. “Well you just get some rest, okay? I’m sure you need it after everything that’s happened. We’ll clear out for now. Talk more in the morning.” Bruce nodded with a reluctance as the room started to clear out. He wasn’t really tired, but it wasn’t a bad suggestion. After almost everyone had left the room, it was Steve who lingered. His mannerisms were fidgety and nervous, and Bruce had a pretty good guess what he wanted to talk about.

“Hey, uh… you’ve been kept pretty close to Loki, right? Have you…” he trailed off, his eyes looking to the side. Bruce jumped in to fill in the blanks. “Have I seen Anne?” He supplied gently, looking the Captain over. Steve’s eyes came back up to meet his with a nod. “Has.. has he hurt her? Is she okay?”

Bruce let out a slow breath as he contemplated what to tell the Captain. Slowly he tried to pick his words with care. “I… don’t know if this is what you want to hear. But no, he hasn’t hurt her. I haven’t exactly spoken with her often, but she seems… fine. More than fine. She seems good.”

The look on Steve’s face was exactly the mixture of pain and relief that Bruce had expected. “Good. I just.. I wanted to know that she’s okay.“ He fidgeted some more, and Bruce could tell he was battling the pain of rejection. There was a small part of the man that had wanted to hear that she was miserable, that Loki had tortured her and made her life a living hell, because that would be easier than knowing that she was happy with Loki. But because the Captain was such a… well, he a good man. He knew that Steve would not acknowledge those darker, selfish thoughts. Probably not even to himself.

“You know… It’s funny, but this collar…” he tapped the metal that encircled his neck. “This is pretty much what I have always been looking for. A cure. A way to make the other guy go away for good. It’s probably the closest I’m ever going to get to being..normal.” He laughed a joyless laugh, seeing the way the Captain looked at him, unsure where he was going with this. “Probably, it’s better for me and everyone else on the planet if I never get this thing off of me. But you know? It also makes it impossible to feel… anything. I can’t get angry. But I also can’t get sad, or scared, or happy. I’m just kinda… numb. And you would think that that would be a fair price to pay to never have to worry about the other guy killing innocent people ever again, but… I want it off. I want to feel alive again.”

He looked the Captain dead in the eye, and the two of them shared a moment of understanding. Steve knew what Bruce was getting at, and he nodded in acquiescence to the idea. That sometimes, the things we think or feel are… selfish. And that that was normal, and completely human. Bruce was letting him know that he didn’t think any less of Steve for feeling hurt by Anne’s happiness, without making Steve actually have to talk about it.

“Thanks Bruce. We’re glad to have you back.” With those words, the Captain was gone. Bruce settled back into the cot that was, ironically, not nearly as comfortable as the one he had been given in his cell in Loki’s dungeons.

Tomorrow would be… an interesting day.