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Anger. Anger has many outlets. 

Not all are healthy. 

Loki's outlets had not been healthy at all. At least, not in recent times. He was well past caring now. He only cared about letting it out in some manner. 

The first recipient of his anger had been Thanos, of course... who he had snatched from his high floating chair and thrown in a dying star with the help of the Tesseract. It was foolish of the Titan to have expected Loki to simply deliver an Infinity Stone to him.

Loki had then thought of dealing with Odin the same way... but... going back to Asgard was not an option right now. There was too much pain attached with the realm, and Loki was all about anger right now.

So the next recipient of his anger had to be the so-called mightiest heroes of Midgard… the same ones who had celebrated their tenuous victory over him.

Despite outmaneuvering the mad Titan, Loki had still failed on certain levels during the battle of Midgard. That green fool had smashed him hard enough to make him vulnerable. And the rest of the group, including his brother, had captured him. Thor had almost taken him back to Asgard... where he was sure to be executed by Odin. 

But now that he had the Tesseract in his hold, and no one, not even Thanos, could touch him... he could go anywhere, and do anything. 

So now, he was bent on having some fun at the expense of those who had wronged him on Midgard...

Reaching Tony's Stark's tower was quite easy. It reached up into the sky like a grotesque replica of a phallus. Loki had half a mind to completely dismantle it, but no... that would be too easy.

He wanted to play with the Avengers. To dismantle their minds a bit. To drive them as mad as he had been driven in his trials. 

So with that intent, he entered the tower and messed with its power supply. The bright, nearly bustling building suddenly went dark. Loki took not just its main power line, he drained all of its back-ups too, including that artificial embodiment of Stark's ego-- Jarvis .

He was quite thankful to Barton for imparting the basic knowledge to him regarding contemporary Midgardian technology. The rest... he just figured out himself. It wasn’t that hard.

Now, as he sauntered through the dark corridors of Stark's home and hub, he chuckled to himself as he listened to the chaos all around him. He simply needed to find Stark's personal quarters now, and then he could begin his mischief...

You had been interviewing the enigmatic Tony Stark in his room when the lights went out.

He had just gotten done explaining how he had figured out how to get the arc reactor to work during his time imprisoned in Afghanistan when the lights flickered, then died. Even the emergency lights didn’t come on. In the pitch blackness, you heard Tony let out a nervous laugh.

You knew that sound. That was the sound people made when something was seriously wrong, but they didn’t want to panic the company.

It was a familiar reaction in your line of work. As a journalist for your entire career, you thrived in high-intensity, dangerous situations. You had been in Libya and Egypt during the Arab Spring. You had been in Hong Kong during the protests against China. You had been in war zones and seedy underbellies and guerrilla resistance camps all over the world, documenting and shedding light on these horrific, terrifying realities.

Just another day in the office.

You had agreed to do this in-depth piece on the Avengers as something of a break. Your last feature - following child soldiers in Zimbabwe - had left you more than a little drained, and you needed something a bit less intense before finding your next adrenaline rush that you could turn into a Pulitzer Prize winning story. You were living in the Avengers’ Tower for a month to understand this mysterious, powerful team of superhumans. Easy, you thought. It would probably be dull.

Now, you weren’t so sure.

“Didn’t you say the arc reactor powered this building?” you asked Tony, still blinded by the darkness. “It’s supposed to last for centuries, isn’t it?”

“Yea, it is,” he responded, and you heard his chair scrape across the floor as he stood. “I need to go check this out. We’ll pick this up later, ok?”

“Sure,” you responded, keeping your voice even, even though your heart began to pound. Something was happening; your instincts could feel it. But without sight, you couldn’t know what it was.

Loki heard the conversation in silence, just sitting in the pitch darkness of the spacious room. Apparently, Stark was enough of a narcissist to call someone to interview him regarding his work and what all it entailed. 

What a bore...

Loki watched him tap on his watch to get it to glow, but it didn't. Loki had destroyed its inner workings just as he had entered the room. Now, with his superior natural vision, he could see Stark panicking. 

The woman sitting with him was a bit calmer, but he could see her shoulders and back going stiff, as if she could sense that something was wrong. How utterly amusing. 

As Stark tried to leave the room, bumping into furniture and other things, the woman tried to show him the way. Alas, her phone's battery was also gone... due to some very unfortunate magical circumstances.

They struggled to reach the door together, and watching them almost coaxed a laugh from Loki. It was akin to pulling the strings of puppets, really. It was what he had wanted to do during his attempts to take Midgard. Had he not been so magically fatigued and recovering from torture, he'd have actually done it.

While Stark and this woman finally reached the door and headed out, Loki followed them like a shadow--silent and creeping.

In the winding corridors that led them out of Stark's private office, Loki formulated a plan to deal with Stark. Quietly, he opened a door and pushed him into a hall that contained a staircase.

While the woman chattered nervously about the annoying power outages from grid collapses in her hometown, Tony Stark fell down several flights of stairs. 

She stopped talking immediately upon hearing the cries of distress from Stark. As she turned in the direction of the screams, Loki observed her keenly. 

She was quite fetching, if he were being honest. And seeing her there, alone, with wide-open eyes and body trembling in fear... it roused something dark inside him--his predatory, monstrous instincts...

And his trying time with the mad Titan had ensured that now he had no qualms about exploring them.

As they were rising to the fore like a tidal wave, he simply wanted to devour her...

He smirked.

How apt for the moment, for he simply could devour her. No one knew he was here, and no one could even guess it. 

He was free to do as he pleased. 

"Don't worry, he's not dead," he said, his voice calm yet dark. "You won't be either, if you come quietly with me."

You jumped at the sound of that dark, silken voice, instinctively spinning around to try and see the source of the sound. It was useless - the darkness was like a physical, opaque presence; you couldn’t even see lights coming in from the windows. Had the entire city lost power? 

And the fact that both Tony’s watch and your phone suddenly died at the same time sent a chill down your spine. This wasn’t just a power outage. Was it an EMP attack? Solar flares? Magic? Something else?

You forced your breathing to steady and backed against a wall, feeling along it, trying to find something you could use to defend yourself as you responded in the most even tone you could manage.

In all your experience with dangerous situations, you knew that sounding afraid would make things much, much worse.

“Who are you? And where are you planning on taking me?”

Loki chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Who I am is none of your concern. And where I'll take you is not relevant either."

As he said that, he closed the distance between them and grasped her throat, blocking her airway very gently, for now. He leaned into her while she trembled all over, his nose running along her cheekbone. 

She smelled like rain and wildflowers, fresh and clean. It made him hard instantly . 

His grip on her throat tightened, and he lifted her off the floor, causing her feet to dangle. Her high heeled, rather pointy shoes fell off with a loud clatter. He didn't care for them. 

"Now, be a good girl for me and refrain from screaming," he said, pulling her off the wall and right against his body, his other arm snaking around her waist. "If you don't, I will gag you."

With that, he began to carry her off to the nearest spare conference room. He had seen plenty of them while she and Stark had struggled to move forward in the corridor.

You didn’t struggle or fight him as he handled you and carried you away from Stark’s quarters. Keeping your cool was critical - any resistance had to be targeted and purposeful. When his fingers had wrapped around your throat, you felt the adrenaline charge through your system - the threat, the peril...the thrill ...

The familiar feeling of fear mixed with excitement filled you. You had to stay alert, aware, responsive. Your life was on the line.

You felt alive . It’s why you did what you did...

You swallowed hard as your breathing became labored, but your hands gripped his forearm, trying to keep him from squeezing any tighter. You couldn’t speak as you felt the pressure build behind your eyes, your pulse hammering beneath his touch.

Soon, you heard a door close and lock nearby, and you assumed he had taken you to a private room. Questions spun through your mind, but until he released your throat, all you could do was wonder...

Loki let her go after they were securely locked inside the room. She stumbled and nearly fell, but she grabbed the long table just in time. As she leaned over it to regain her balance, he moved up behind her and lifted the straight-cut skirt she wore. 

One hand pulled on her panties, while the other pressed her against the table, not letting her straighten herself. 

Just as her panties slid down her ankles, his fingers slid between her legs. The sudden intimate touch ignited her struggles. Alas, it was too late. He was already playing with her clit, pinching it slightly between his fingers. 

When she started creating some noise in response, he simply slapped that nub of flesh.

"Shut up," he hissed, making her jump as he slapped her ass next. "The only sounds you're allowed to utter are the sounds of pleasure. Or else I'll choke the life out of you."

Of course, he needed to instill sufficient fear in her. Not that he couldn't make her comply without it. It was just amusing to play with her in this manner. It fed his dark instinct to completely break her.

You fell over the table, your hair falling in front of your face, and felt him begin to violate you with his fingers. You felt yourself beginning to shake from the adrenaline, holding the table with a death grip to keep yourself from flailing and fighting, though your legs trembled and kicked instinctively.

That voice...you knew that voice...but you couldn’t place it. The coherence you relied on to connect those dots was rapidly dissolving as he forced himself on you.

Oh FUCK...

“I’ll… I’ll find out who you are...” you moaned, hoping that would shock him into revealing more about his identity. You heard your own voice breaking with a unique mix of fear, desire, and that undercurrent of constant curiosity that made you so good at your job. The pleasure wound its way from your pussy to your gut and lower back, and without intending to, you leaned back against him, closing your eyes against the darkness.

Despite the compromising circumstances....this could be one hell of a story.

If he didn’t murder you first.

“Why—” you tried to ask, but he jammed his fingers up inside you and you screamed, falling forward again and moaning. 

He didn’t want to talk...but you wanted to know. You had to know.

“Why are you doing this?!” you managed to gasp out before his ministrations stole the words from you again.

The troubling thing was… he seemed to know exactly what to do to get you aroused. It made you breathless.

"Did I not tell you to shut up?" he asked, his voice all gravelly and cruel. "Or do you lack brains to understand me, pet?"

He didn't let her reply. His fingers closed around her throat again, and this time, he choked her harder, not letting her breathe as he pulled her back from the table. Holding her against his body, he kept her windpipe blocked. All this while, his fingers were constantly working her over. 

"Mayhap I'll answer you... but only after you come on my fingers." He eased his hold on her throat just enough to let her suck in a breath, tightening it again as she did so. "There you go, just enough air to keep you functioning. I’m very generous, you see."

At first, she grasped his forearm tightly, trying to pull it away from her neck. Alas, his superior strength was no match for hers, and so, after a while, her poor hands just dropped. 

He kept blocking her airway as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm, letting her breathe only a few times in between. He kept it in synchronicity with his fingers in her cunt. The moment he let her breathe, his fingers worked even harder. As a result, she was unable to take a full breath at that moment. It kept her well under his control.

"Do you realize that your cunt tightens every time I choke you?" He chuckled in her ear, feeling the very first wisps of her orgasm around his fingers. She was clutching them like a vice now, much to his continuing amusement. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you..."

I’m going to enjoy breaking you… 

That threat shook you to the core. And yet… you felt your pussy clench right as he uttered it.

You were beginning to lose control.

Between the choking and his fingers breaching every sacred area inside you, you found yourself twisting and groaning and fighting, unable to help yourself. You knew you shouldn’t be, for resistance was exactly what he wanted from you. You hated the thought of giving him the satisfaction. But he was hell-bent on breaking you - he’d made that very clear.

And it was working.

With each gasp of air, you felt lightheaded as the rush of oxygen hit you. Then that terrible pleasure would come thundering back, more intense and powerful than before. Your gurgling moans contrasted with his heavy breathing, and you felt your climax coiling tighter and tighter.

With a strained squeal, you came apart, your entire body clenching and trembling as he held you firmly against the table, blocking your airway, pressing against every nerve ending in your pussy. It wasn’t until you felt cold wetness on your legs that you realized you had gushed all over his hand and your clothing...

"That's my good girl," he whispered right against her ear, his lips brushing her lobe as she shook, still caught in the throes of her orgasm. 

If he were to be honest, she looked very lovely like this. So helpless and taken with pleasure... he longed to play with her again and again.

He eased his grip on her throat then, letting her finally breathe. But his fingers remained inside her, deep and snug, still pressing against her sensitive spot, not letting her fully come down from her peak of pleasure. 

"You came like a desperate slut, and still, your cunt clutches my fingers hungrily," he rasped, renewing his movements inside her. "I wonder how much I can push you. I'm certainly going to try..."

She whimpered in response, even whispering a soft 'why' again. He smiled, nipping her earlobe, pushing another finger inside her gushing channel. 

"Because there's nothing to stop me from doing it. Because I dare ," he answered her, pulling his hands from her throat and cunt at the same time. 

She fell forward again, like a pathetic ragdoll, trembling and panting while he stood over her, eyeing her coolly as he began to loosen his clothes.

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While Loki worked to remove his clothes, his eyes drank in the view of her bent over the table. Garments askew, thighs wet, sex swollen and slick--it was an enticing view indeed. 

Once he had taken off his clothes, he stepped forward and grasped her hips, letting his engorged cock brush against her opening. He didn't enter her immediately; for she'd have expected that... no, he just kept nudging at her, teasing her till she began to squirm in earnest.

He was bent on fully enjoying this moment. Her response to his teasing was so very satisfying.

As he kept at it, she slowly began to push back against him, showing him just how desperate she was for his cock.

"Ah, do you want to get fucked now?" he asked mirthfully, still playing with her, pulling back when she pushed herself against him. "Are you accepting that you're a desperate little slut ?"

Your face burned at his lascivious words. How DARE he! You were a competent professional! You had entered war zones and survived, you had sought out the worst of humanity and brought it to light, you had made a name for yourself as a fierce and unflappable journalist and woman.

So why, then, did his calling you a good girl and slut make you both furious at the suggestion of it...and desperate to be fucked? The words trickled into your ears and softened something in your mind--a staunch resistance that was so ingrained in you that you had never known it could be changed.

But changing it was.

Was this what he meant by ‘breaking you’? Not killing you, not maiming you… but altering your mind. Distorting your perception of yourself. Was that his goal?

Another brush against your wet, desperate pussy gave you the answer.

You moaned and folded over on the table before you had the good sense to put up your walls and continue to resist what he was doing to you. That came far too late...and he knew it.

You had to think fast...while you could still think.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I...”

It wasn’t a question. But it also made clear that what he was doing wasn’t what you wanted. You had to keep him believing that...or he would devour you completely.

"You do." He pushed forward slightly, giving her a few inches of his length, then pulling away slowly, letting his flesh drag against her sensitive walls. "You may pull yourself off my cock if you so want. But do you really want that?"

He pressed inside her again, letting go of her hips for now, biting his lip in both amusement and lust as her lush insides welcomed him again. This time, he gave her more of his hard flesh, and dragged himself out of her even more slowly. 

"If you don't move away now, you're mine," he said thickly, thrusting forward again at a leisurely pace... giving her his full length this time. He made sure to drag against her pleasure spots as he went in and then pulled out, though not fully. He wanted to keep her on his cock. 

She didn't move... so he thrust inside her again. 

"Are you there, pet?" 

Thrust and pull, thrust and pull... he waited for her to move, loving this little game he had concocted to mess with her.

You tried. You wanted to get away - he said you could. Your legs shook as you held yourself up, and when he pulled out of you, you drew on all of your willpower to struggle, to get away, to make the choice to end this.

You didn’t budge.

And then he pressed himself inside you again, the burning, stretching fullness incapacitating your body and mind, pleasure and pain mixing and radiating through your body, affecting your thoughts, draining the strength and resilience that defined you.

What is happening to me?! The words echoed through your mind as he thrust again, going torturously slow, every inch of his flesh igniting your nerves and drawing a lengthy, deep moan from your chest.

Tears were forming in your eyes. You never cried, never . You had seen things that caused battle-hardened soldiers to fall to their knees and weep, but you didn’t break.

The hot, salty water dripped down your cheeks unbidden as he thrust again, and again, and again...

Each time, he waited for you to move. Each time, you didn’t.

You felt the sob rising in your chest, but you clamped it down in your throat, refusing to give him that as well. He was taking so much already...there had to be a part of you that he couldn’t have.

Loki smirked to himself as he heard her quiet sniffle. She thought he couldn't hear her, but he could. 

She was crying, but her channel was gripping him all the more tightly, simply not willing to let him go. This was his victory over her...

Grasping her hips again, he began to fuck her in earnest. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounded in the room, drowning out her pathetic whimpers.

"You made the right choice," he growled, leaning over her, opening the buttons of her shirt as he went in deep and ground his hips against her bottom. "To be mine... is to be drowned in pleasure. I won't leave you wanting, pet.” 

His hands cupped her breasts after pulling them out of the constricting garment that Midgardian women loved to wear. If it were up to him, they wouldn't be...

"I'm going to claim you fully. I'll make you come on my cock till you lose your mind. And I'll still not be done with you..." Her body shook as he gave her hard, punishing thrusts. 

Her protests had long died down, and now, soft moans of pleasure were bubbling from her throat. This was more like it...

His lips pressed against her neck and nibbled on her flesh as she grew louder with each of his thrusts. He was really enjoying the responding shivers his actions sent down her body.

Yes, this was what he needed... this was quite enjoyable. Even more so than messing with the Avengers. He could drown himself in this taboo pleasure with this woman and block his anger out. For now…

A most perfect distraction it was.

You’re mine now...

The sob came up, breaking through your clenched throat and flowing from your lips. With it, you felt something shift within you. It was a breaking, of sorts - a surrender, a giving up.

He had won. He had siphoned your fight, your resistance, your will. Thrust after thrust, word after word...you never stood a chance. He was virile and strong. Instinctively, you knew that he could continue for hours beyond this, and you had surpassed your limit.

The difference in power between you suddenly became starkly clear.

There was no resisting this. All your past experiences, all your knowledge, everything meant nothing when faced with him.

You went limp, crying. You were his...and you didn’t know what that meant for you...

He felt her struggles completely recede, and he knew that he had her now. Whatever he'd say, she'd do. And then some...

Snaking an arm around her hips, he reached between her legs and began to stroke her clit in tandem to his thrusts. Each time he pushed forward, her whole body shuddered and her back arched. The resistance and resolve she had shown earlier were now completely gone, and the clutch of her channel told him that she was nearing an orgasm.

"Do you want to come again?" he asked, almost sweetly, as he rolled her clit between his fingers. "Is my sweet little pet ready for her peak of pleasure so soon after coming on my fingers? You can't help it, can you? You want this..."

His other hand left her hip and squeezed her bottom. Her flesh felt so soft and pliable, he wanted to dig his fingers in it. But he just about stopped himself, not wanting to damage his new toy. Humans were delicate creatures after all...

"Answer me, pet."

“I...I don’t know...”

You were trembling in his arms, a cacophony of contradictions. You enjoyed what he was doing to you...it terrified you. You longed to surrender...you couldn’t allow yourself to give up. You knew he could force it from you, regardless of your answer...you wanted it all the same.

“I can’t...I just...who ARE you?!”

You cried again, and he grabbed your wrists, crossing them and holding them behind your back. You felt something wrap around them, then tighten - a sturdy, scratchy rope. You wailed mournfully. He wasn’t done with you yet.

And you still didn’t know whether you wanted it to stop or not.

"You DO know," he growled, smacking his palm against her ass. "You still haven't fully accepted it."

He tightened the rope around her wrists, letting go of them once they were bound securely behind her back. 

"Who I am is not important, pet. The only important thing is that you're surrendering to me. Now be a good girl and come for me."

Just as he said that, his fingers pressed upon her clit once again, ruthless and deliberate. He wasn't giving her a choice, he wanted her to come right then...

With a shriek, your orgasm overwhelmed you, seeming to obey his command without your input. You spasmed and convulsed around his cock, pressing into the table as you pulled at the restraints, tears now flowing freely down your face.

You didn’t want to accept it. You couldn’t. You were being taken and violated by a stranger in the dark and it was the most intense and thrilling moment of your life - none of this made sense! And you realized that your fear was the only thing preventing you from...well, enjoying yourself.

Would you dare? Could you let yourself go like that? And would you ever regain your sanity if you did?

“Please...I need to know who you are...tell me what to call you...” you mumbled as your orgasm finally began to ebb, taking all your previous resistance with it. Now you simply wanted to know him… to please him...

"I'm your Master ," he muttered, gritting his teeth as his own pleasure rose to the fore. Her clenching cunt was drawing it out quickly. "And you're my little slut... my pet."

He kept fucking her till he throbbed inside her, pulling yet another orgasm from her delicious channel. His release was just... euphoric . He held her tightly as he filled her cunt, pressing deep, wanting to simply bury himself into her depths. 

"You'll call me Master," he rasped against her ear then, still panting from his orgasm. "And I'll call you whatever I want. That's how it's going to be..."

With that, he pulled out of her and stepped back, releasing her from her bonds. She didn't move, and he assumed that he had overwhelmed her just a tad bit. 

"Till we meet again, pet..." he said, ominous and almost threatening, just as he vanished into thin air, leaving her confused and thoroughly fucked out of her mind.

You laid there for...minutes? Hours? You’d never know. Time lost meaning.

You’d been violated. Torn apart. Unmade.

Now what?

Eventually, you lifted yourself on shaky arms, and pulled your cold, soaked clothing back into place. Stumbling barefoot, you felt your way to the wall, then pressed your back against it and slid down, grabbing your knees and laying your head down.

It was still dark. You still couldn’t see. There was no point in trying to head out right now.

It wasn’t until you awoke the next day that you even knew where you were.

In the morning, the only light available came from the daylight streaming through the windows. You had found your way to your suite once the sun came up, then stripped and showered for...you couldn’t be sure. A long time. And the water could be measured in scovilles. Your skin turned bright red...except for the bruises. He’d marked you. That stranger had left you with proof that you hadn’t imagined it. He was real...

You left the shower, dried off, and fell into a dreamless, death-like sleep. You only awoke to a pounding on the door.

Rubbing your eyes and forcing yourself to the door, you opened it... only to find Steve Rogers there, dressed in a casual sweater and jeans and looking genuinely concerned.

“Hey, we were starting to worry about you. It’s almost 2:00 PM...are you alright?”

You stared at him, knowing that you should say something. You should tell him what happened...why weren’t the words coming out?

“I’m...not feeling well.” It wasn’t a complete lie. “I’m going to take the rest of the day to try and recover.”

You looked around, trying to see if the lights had come on yet. 

“Is the power back? Is Mr. Stark okay?”

Steve sighed. “Not yet. And Tony’s… functioning . He’s been working on getting the power back since it went down. Apparently, it’s ‘not a mechanical problem.’ Which means he has no idea what’s wrong.”

You nodded, and Steve gave you a small smile. 

“Get your sleep. Hope you feel better tomorrow.”

Loki sat in his secret lair while he watched the news on a cellular phone he had siphoned off of a hapless--but well to do, from the looks of it--human. 

The whole of New York was in chaos right now. Had been since yesterday evening, when he had pulled the plug, not just on Stark's Power supply, but nearly the whole city's. After all, he hadn't wanted anyone to suspect that someone was targeting only Stark.

One of the news sources had caught Stark with a neck brace inside the tower itself, and that image had been constantly circulating in whatever media that could still manage to circulate it. It was thoroughly amusing. 

And it reminded him of his newest target too. 

He wondered if she had raised an alarm or complained to others about him. He wondered if the Avengers were searching for her assailant now. 

Looking down, he picked up the high heeled shoes he had stolen from her. They were elegant and yet, simple. Very sensible... 

They did tell him something about her--she was pragmatic. Not very fussy either. There was every chance that she had remained mum regarding their little encounter. 

A dark, chaotic and almost unhinged smile graced his lips then, as he caressed those black shoes, thinking about their owner. 

Perhaps it was time to check on her... perhaps, just to see how his little pet was doing. Whether she needed him again... whether she'd accommodate his needs again.

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You slept for the rest of the day. 

Occasionally, consciousness would try to force itself upon you, but you resisted it, staying as deep in your own mind as you could, away from the realities of what had happened to you.

By the time you couldn’t stay asleep any longer, it was night. And yet again...pitch black in New York City. That alone would have been unsettling, but after last night, it was thoroughly unnerving...

What if he came back?

You felt along your nightstand and pulled open the drawer, finally finding the small flashlight you kept in there. Blessedly, it clicked on when you pressed the button. The harsh light hurt your eyes at first, but you needed to use the bathroom. You stumbled toward the toilet and did your business, blinking blearily as your eyes adjusted to the light. And once you were done, you washed your hands and started to make your way back to bed.

Just as you left the bathroom...your flashlight flickered.

No...

The light became dimmer and dimmer...

Fuck fuck fuck NO...

You whacked it against your hand, trying to save the only light source you had in this whole city...

The flashlight died.

“Goddamn it...” you muttered with a heavy sigh. In the pitch dark, you carefully felt around to get back to the safety of your bed.

Loki heard her curse, and he smiled to himself. Well, she almost sounded like she was expecting him. Couldn't disappoint her now, could he?

He stood very still as he saw her feeling her way around the spacious bedroom. It almost drew his pity...

Just as she reached her bed, he tapped on her shoulder from behind, featherlight and almost barely there. She squeaked and turned around, losing her footing and landing on the bed with a soft thud.

"So skittish, kitten," he tsked, clicking his tongue loudly. "And here I thought you'd welcome me."

He got down on one knee and grabbed her thighs before she could move. 

"Weren't you expecting me?"

You kicked. You flailed and you fought, your instincts and terror completely taking over. You’d never been like this - you’d always managed to calm yourself in stressful situations. You’d been shot at and not reacted this way. But after he broke you...just like he said he would...your reactions overwhelmed you.

“Fuck! Stop! Please! Just leave me alone!” You cried out as he held you down, all your struggles amounting to nothing. How was he so strong?! It was like he was built of carbon fiber or something...

Maybe it was one of Tony’s experiments gone rogue? That seemed ridiculous, but anything was within the realm of possibility at this point. Especially since you had never even seen his face or body...

“Why are you doing this to me?! WHY ME?!”

Loki grasped her flailing hands and held them in his very firmly as he admired her, still on one knee, bent over her possessively. 

"You were just conveniently placed for me," he replied, brushing his thumbs across her wrists in a sensual caress. "As if a beautiful offering from the cosmos. I accepted it with both hands... and my cock."

He chuckled at his own jest, then pulled her forward to press his lips against hers. Funny, how this was the first time he was tasting her lips, given how he had plundered her tight pussy only yesterday...

Still trying to pull yourself out of his grip, your lips refused to engage his, remaining unpuckered and tight. He didn’t relent, and in a moment of sheer panic and idiocy...you bit him.

You felt the delicate flesh of his lip pop, then that salty, metallic taste of blood across your tongue. He pulled back quickly, still holding your wrists together and not moving or speaking.

You still couldn’t see him, and he remained silent for much longer than was comfortable. He was still as stone, pressing you down into the mattress. Your breathing quickened, heart raced...

Fuck... What was he going to do? You couldn’t escape him...

Loki felt such a rush when she bit him. Such defiance... such feistiness. It was heady...

Instead of speaking, he simply brushed his bleeding lips across her cheeks and neck, marking her with his blood, painting her skin a deep red.

The brushing slowly turned to sucking, and then to biting. He didn't draw blood, but he did break those delicate capillaries under her skin... leaving it peppered with marks in the shape of his lips and teeth. 

She cried out and kept struggling, but that was all she could do. 

He tore her clothes off while he marked her from head to toe, paying no mind to the loss of cloth and threads. When she was fully naked before him, he simply took his time in tying her hands with the torn bits of her own clothing. 

It was so ironically amusing that he couldn't help but snort to himself. She glared upon hearing it, but there was no focus to her dilated eyes. They simply stared at emptiness, lost to the darkness around her. 

When he had her hands firmly bound behind her back, he took his time tying her up in a silken rope again, making knots all around her, framing her soft breasts with it so that they jutted out. By then, she had stopped struggling and was simply breathing heavily. 

"Beautiful..." he whispered, brushing his hands up and down her thighs. "Just needs a few more touches, I think."

He brought her shoes forward then, and very gently, slipped them onto her bare feet. 

"Stand up now," he commanded, his tone changing to that of a ruler. "Stand up straight and present yourself to me."

This is sick...

Whoever he was, he was a twisted bastard...and you were crying again. You could feel his blood drying on your skin, the ropes and bindings keeping you completely vulnerable and immobile, the marks he’d left itching and bruising...

And then the shoes. Your shoes. It barely registered even now that you had lost them the night before, but he’d kept them and brought them back, just another way to humiliate and torture you.

You stood on trembling legs, following his command because...well, what else could you do? You had to survive, to endure, until you could figure out who he was and how - if at all - you could resist him.

Why hadn’t you told Steve about the first night? He would have protected you, he would have made sure you were safe and guarded...

Because you want this...

You froze as your own thoughts betrayed you, and you felt moisture dripping down the insides of your legs. That scared you almost more than he did...

"Good girl," Loki said, admiring his work on her thus far as she tried to stand still. 

While she struggled to keep herself standing straight, he circled around her slowly, his boots making a distinct noise against the floor. 

"Widen your stance for my pleasure, pet."

You did as he commanded, hardly even thinking about denying him. You were softening, that part of your mind he’d first tapped last night activating and making you feel compliant, fluid... submissive . 

In the dark, where you couldn’t see him, you weren’t feeling much like yourself. At least, not the self that you were in the daylight. When others could see you. When they could judge you...

He could see you, he’d made that clear - he must be using dark vision goggles or something, though you didn’t feel anything when he’d put his face close to your body.

Maybe...go with it...?

Suddenly, the thought of just surrendering to him filled you with a dark thrill. You didn’t know who he was...just a visitor in the dark. There was no one who would know.

You swallowed hard, and spoke with a raspy voice.

“Yes...sir...”

Ah, those words... uttered so softly, almost in a whisper, were potent enough to ignite his soul. He loved this... he wanted more of this. Her submissiveness pleased him greatly.

"Very good," he said, coming up to her and grasping her throat gently. It wasn't his intent to block her airway this time. She was likely expecting it, after all. "You're learning your place."

He kissed her again, and this time, it was much darker and possessive than the first time. He left her no room to refuse him, commanding her with his dominant tongue. And while his lips ravished hers, his other hand delved between her legs.

The wetness there was the evidence of her surrender. She was enjoying this...

"You filthy little slut," he said against her lips, cupping her sex, sliding two fingers inside her hot channel. "You're loving this... loving your debasement at my hands. Is this the reason why you haven't mentioned anything about me to anyone yet? You want to keep this liaison a secret..."

Wet, obscene noises filled the room then, as he stroked her hard and curled his fingers inside her.

You heard yourself moaning as he worked you - soft, desperate cries that harmonized with the squelching coming from between your legs.

You hardly recognized yourself anymore, just letting these things happen to you, indulging in them and encouraging them. From a stranger you had never even seen.

Your body instinctively twisted and pulled against the restraints, but that sensation of being trapped and bound enhanced the dark pleasure even more. Soon, you were panting and trembling, having to rest your forehead against his shoulder to remain upright as he worked you.

“I...I don’t know why...” you whimpered. “I don’t know what this is...”

"You DO know..." he responded, reaching behind her to grasp her ass possessively as he worked her towards an orgasm. "Because you want this. Because deep inside, you want to be taken. Because this is what you need to feel good."

He was essentially feeding these statements to her as he gave her pleasure, just so that they'd take root inside her mind and grow. It was what he loved the most... manipulating her into obeying him, turning her into his perfect fuck toy.

"Come for me now, give your Master what he demands. This is what you're made for," he rasped, spanking her ass hard to make her squeal and clench around his fingers.

The instant he slapped your ass, you seized up and screamed, the orgasm overwhelming you and exploding from within.

It was even stronger than last night.

“Fuck! Oh my god! I—hnnng ohhhhh...” You rambled incoherently as it felt like your very soul was leaving your body - just from his hand! The ropes and what was left of your clothing kept you tightly bound even though your limbs strained against them, the fibers creaking and whining against your muscles. Your open eyes stared blankly into the darkness as the breath left your lungs and the crest of pleasure began to recede.

You fell limp into his sturdy frame, whimpering and panting, far from being able to recover yet.

Loki pulled his fingers out of her and pushed her back, letting her fall and bounce on the bed. she could only utter a pathetic whimper in response. 

He watched her squirm as he undressed, loving the fact that her thighs opened on their own as she caught her breath. She was inviting him in, if only subconsciously. That was charming.

When he was done, he crawled atop her as she lay passively on her back, bound as she was. He smiled, watching the mix of confusion, fear and lust inundate her delicate features. She really was precious, trying to be strong but also, giving in to lust so easily. Perhaps she didn't have any good lovers in her life. 

He was very happy to rectify that problem. 

With him, she'd certainly not beg for more pleasure. She might just beg for a reprieve, though. 

"Ready for more?" he asked, just as he thrust inside her with glee, making her eyes widen in response.

You let out a mournful moan as he pushed his cock inside you - half shame and resistance at being violated yet again...and half pure, dark pleasure.

Your breath hitched as he set a slow, indulgent pace. Fuck...in spite of these compromising circumstances, you could tell he knew what he was doing. He was using his skills and his body to break you, over and over - the physical sensations chipping away yet again at your sense of self and moral compass, your conscience slipping through your proverbial fingers.

Still, you lifted your hips - you invited him into you this time, grateful for the darkness that hid the flush of red heating your face. You bit your lip, tasting that small bit of blood that remained, and your heart pounded.

"Master..." you whimpered. That's all he was to you - no name, no face to recognize. Just his touch and his cock and his demands. Just Master...

Loki was thrilled at her calling him Master , and that too, without his prompting. She was learning how to behave... good.

It felt so good to hear it that he almost came right there. 

"Yes, call me that again," he growled, giving her an especially deep thrust as his hands cupped her round breasts. "You're being a very good girl. I might just give you a reward."

Reward...I want a reward...

It felt almost natural, this urge to please him. You moaned again, his thick girth making you feel so full and taken that your head swam.

This is a fantasy. What happens in the dark, stays in the dark. Give in to it...

"Master..." you said in a strained whisper, arching your back and lifting your breasts into his touch. "Master, please...tell me what to do...tell me what you want..."

"Everything," he replied, fucking her with short, quick strokes. "Everything you can give me. I might still want more from you. Satisfaction is not in my nature."

He knew he was making little sense, but deep in his soul, it made all the sense. She needn't know.

"I want you in every way and then some." Lowering his head, he began to nibble on her sweet nipples, going for that undulation between pleasure and pain, keeping her confused and pliant. "And don't you worry, pet, I will take all I can from you even if you don't know how to give it to me."

"Yes, Master..." you breathed, consciously focusing on giving him everything you were, everything you had. Your mind twisted and seemed to melt under his touch, flowing out of you and into him.

With each sensuous stroke, each nip and nibble, each pinch and prod, you writhed and moaned. You gave him what he asked for, what he demanded, what he wanted. Whatever happened when the daylight returned, it didn't matter. All that mattered was right now, right here.

You were with your mysterious Master, giving him your body and soul, taking the pleasure and pain he gave you in return. The heat and arousal in your body grew from a simmer to a boil, though he seemed to be taking his time and working you slowly, now that you were complying with his commands.

You were his pliant, submissive toy. And it felt incredible.

Loki kept fucking her slowly, deliberately, till she was moaning non-stop and sobbing, coming on his cock repeatedly. 

But... he wasn't done with her. He simply wanted to make her lose herself to the pleasure for now...

When he saw that happening, he pulled out and turned her over on her stomach, pulling her up by her hips and pressing her face into the pillows. Before she could even react, he was inside her again, going deep and resting his cock there, feeling her walls convulse around him. 

It was such a sweet, delicious sensation, but he was about to make it even more so...

He manifested a toy in his hand, simple enough for opening her up first, and pressed it inside her anal passage. It went in pretty easily, for it was small and lubricated. 

But still, it made her scream.

“Master?! Wha--”

You had never been touched there. You had never had anything inserted there. And you certainly hadn't been expecting it.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you felt both your pussy and your ass clenching around the intruding phalluses - one of flesh, and one of something else. It was cold, and smaller than the stranger's cock...was it Glass? Silicone?

Did it matter?

Your loud, long moans were muffled by your face in the pillows, and you could feel his laughter rumbling through you as he pushed that item deeper and deeper into your anal passage. And if that wasn’t enough, it started to grow in size! It slowly stretched you, and you forced yourself to relax, trembling uncontrollably, but now the pure curiosity of it made you want him to continue. How intense could these sensations get?

Hoping you didn't regret this choice...you pushed backwards, encouraging him to continue...

He was expecting fresh protests from her... but what he received from her surprised him. 

She was pushing back, taking what he was giving her and... wanting more , it seemed. He made him throb inside her cunt. 

"My dirty, dirty girl likes it, hmm?" he growled, smacking her ass with his other hand while he made the toy grow further inside her ass. Slowly, he began to move it in and out of her, feeling it nudge his cock through the thin barrier of flesh. 

It was extremely erotic, and it drove him to an intense orgasm. 

"I'm going to fill you now," he muttered, slapping her bottom again as she moaned and trembled. "Take it all and come with me. But don’t think this is over yet."

Again, you couldn't resist his command. As soon as he said he was going to cum, you clenched up just from the anticipation of it, and the next round of the uncountable orgasms he'd foisted on you overwhelmed you. You felt him stiffen, his pace quickening, the toy in your ass diving deeper… When he froze, you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, his fingers pressing deep into your hips, bruising the skin.

You creamed all over him, voice raw from the moaning and yelling and crying, the pillows beneath your face soaked with your tears and saliva. It was an out-of-body experience - you were nothing more than a shell of sensations. No thought, no desires other than pleasing your Master and receiving pleasure in return, there was none of you left.

Relief. Elation. Happiness.

You had done it. You had endured, you had brought him to completion.

You were his good girl ...

Loki stayed inside her for a while, just enjoying the feel of her hot channel pulsing around him. It was simply delicious. It calmed him enough to let him rest a bit. He kept himself hilted inside her for a while, holding her against his chest, feeling her breathing deepen while her channel kept him warm. 

When he finally pulled out of her, she was fast asleep. Still, a low whimper left her lips when his cock eased out of her pussy. 

He looked her over as she slept, looking quite sweet and delectable, still tied up in the shreds of her clothing and his rope. 

He retrieved his phone and took quite a few images of her like this. Just to keep as a souvenir. 

He pulled the toy out of her then, and let her rest, sending a bit of healing magic into her body so that she wouldn't be troubled in her movement. He didn't dissolve the marks he had left on her, though. They would remain, and he knew very well that she'd hide them well.

Lastly, he untied her, letting her bindings fall apart with his magic while she slept peacefully.

When he left the apartment this time, he left her a little note:

I'll be back soon. Till then, think about me and touch yourself, keep your pussy wet for me at all times. Don't dare to come without my express permission. I will know about it if you do, and I will punish you thoroughly. Be a good girl for me. I know you will be.

You belong to me…

Your Master

— The Next Day —

“Hey, are you feeling alright? We can do this later if you need to...”

Your gaze snapped up from your notepad and met Dr. Bruce Banner’s concerned eyes. He removed his glasses and brushed a hand through his hair.

“I figured you stopped listening when I said I ate a Buick during the battle,” he chuckled in that calm, soft way he was known for, so different from his ‘Mr. Hyde.’

“I haven’t been sleeping well...” you muttered, tapping the tip of your pen against the paper. All of the electronics were still down, and you had resorted to taking handwritten notes for your interviews. Not your favorite way to work, but you had been in worse situations...

Hadn’t you? What was worse than getting physically and mentally fucked with by a stranger every night...?

“You don’t look like you’ve slept since the power went out.”

You sighed. “I’ve been dealing with some...stuff. And you’re right, I wasn’t focusing. I’m sorry.”

“That’s ok...” Bruce stood and smiled politely. “As a doctor, I recommend you drink lots of water and get some sleep. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

You picked up your items and headed back to your room...rubbing the tiny piece of paper in your pocket that you couldn’t bring yourself to leave behind.

This isn’t me. Why am I behaving this way? And why haven’t I told anyone about what’s happening...?

You closed the door behind you and kicked off your shoes, throwing the notepad and pen on the small desk, but keeping the note in your hand, reading it over for the millionth time.

Who ARE you?

You couldn’t get him out of your mind...and the note gave you a command. One you were compelled to follow…

Chapter Text

Loki kept himself away for a week. He wanted to visit her again, badly, but he forced himself not to. There needed to be some semblance of control... he needed to control this urge to be inside her again so soon. 

Also, she needed to recover. After all, she was still a mortal, and he had worn her out. He wished to break her mind, not her body. There was no fun in playing with a broken toy, after all. 

Of course, his decision to stay away affected him as well. He had lost count of the times he had spent staring at his phone, stroking himself while looking at the images he had taken of her post-coitus. She looked breathtaking in them.

But now, a week later, he was done waiting. He needed her again, badly. His cock was nearly constantly hard now. And he assumed that she was also primed for him, given his express command for her. 

And so, with that thought in mind, he created a crisis in SHIELD so big that it needed the attention of all of the Avengers at once. That, obviously, left him ample opportunity to play with his pet...

When he visited her that evening, he was invisible to her at first, just watching her from afar while she moved within the apartment, looking distracted and irritated. And very pretty, with her cheeks an adorable pink, letting him know that she was aroused. 

She was preparing dinner when he took out her apartment power grid this time. No need to hurt the whole tower for his intent...not when none of the Avengers were here.

You cut the vegetables carefully, going quickly but not so fast that you would injure yourself.

Your thoughts were elsewhere, as they had been for a week.

Every day, multiple times a day, you touched yourself, thinking of his voice, his body, his fingers. You couldn't stop - as soon as even the barest hint of the memory crossed your mind, you could think of nothing else until you had relieved some of the pressure. Sometimes you even just ducked into an empty room or found the nearest bathroom, taking several minutes to yourself and feeling both overwhelmingly aroused and horribly guilty every time.

But you never came. Even when you wanted to, even when you tried ...that last part of the message always came back and stopped you from completing the act.

You belong to me.

After that...the orgasm never peaked. And you were so, so desperate for it. You never imagined it would be a week...and what if it was longer?

You looked down and realized that you had minced the vegetables instead of chopping them, lost in your thoughts again. You muttered a curse and dumped them into your salad bowl, getting ready to sit down to dinner...when the lights died.

Instantly, you stopped, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding. It was as though someone had pulled a hood over your eyes - even the lights from the city outside had been blotted out.

"Hello?" you mumbled, feeling your way along the kitchen counter. 

It's him. It's HIM! He's back...

"M-master...?"

Loki nearly stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing her call him master , but recovered quickly, reaching for her immediately.

"Good girl, you already know how to address me," he said, pulling her to him, his hands groping her possessively. Norns, he had missed her. "Did you miss me?"

Before she could answer, he pressed on her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees. 

"No words, answer me by pleasuring me with your mouth." Opening his pants, he pulled his cock out and pressed it against her lips... for her own benefit.

That forceful command, the lack of pretence, his gravelly dark voice.

You took his cock in your mouth eagerly, surprising even yourself. As soon as he touched you, you knew you would do whatever he wanted. He wrapped his fingers in your hair and grabbed, pumping himself down your throat, using you for his pleasure. He was hard, fucking your mouth roughly, making your eyes water. 

The most obscene kind of noises were coming from your throat, and still, relief washed over you as he pushed that hard column of flesh inside you - you had been craving it, as much as it wrecked you to admit it.

But you didn’t have to think right now. All you had to do was obey, behave, and be good. And your Master would give you what you needed.

Loki was simply fucking her throat without any regard to her comfort or pleasure. He was using her, and the best thing about it was that she wasn't resisting it at all. In fact, she was actively pleasuring him. 

Norns, what a wonderful transformation. 

Still, Loki knew that she had her limits. He wanted to push those limits. He wanted to push her till she had no limits left. Till she obeyed him without thinking...

It was a bad thing to crave, but he craved it all the same. There was a thrill in pushing her to the brink of madness, to the point where she had none of her earlier thought process. 

He growled lustfully as he pushed himself down her throat and kept himself there, his cock throbbing in the first waves of orgasm. He knew that he was blocking her airway, yet still, he knew he could push her. 

When he came, his spend went right down her bobbing throat. He pulled out just as her arms began to go limp. Grasping her before she could hit the floor, he sat her down on the counter and let her catch her breath.

"You're surprisingly pliant for someone who was resisting this the first time," he commented, stroking her hair as she leaned against him. "Did my little pet miss me THAT much?"

"I didn't cum..." you panted, your mouth covered in saliva and his essence. "The whole time...I didn't do it..."

You didn't know why that was the first thing you thought to say. You couldn't say that you missed him...he terrified you, and if this saga ended, you would be all the better for it. But...

But you had obeyed him. You had followed his command. And now you really, really wanted him to make you cum. Desperately - more than you'd wanted anything in your life. If just to get closure - then maybe you could figure a way out of this. Until then, your thoughts were so scrambled you couldn't have a coherent idea about anything.

"Please, I did what you asked...please..."

"Not so fast, pet," he said, smirking to himself, wondering if she was desperate enough to accept his next move now. "You need to do as I say. And only then you get to come."

She began to whine after his disclosure, but he grasped her throat to remind her who was in charge, blocking her airway again, if only for a moment. 

"Did I say that you could complain, little one? Are you thinking of misbehaving now?"

Your eyes went wide and you fell silent, staring at nothing in the blacked-out darkness of your apartment.

“No...” you strained, sacrificing what little air you had left to answer. “I’ll...behave...”

You gazed blankly at where you thought he was, begging him with everything other than words to let you be good, that you just wanted to make him happy...for your own sake.

"Good," he said, letting go of her throat. "Then you'll accept all that I'm giving you. And if you so much as let out a squeak of complaint, I will make sure that you'll suffer. More so than this past week."

He took her off the counter and then led her to the living room. Stopping in front of the couch, he turned to her. 

"Clothes off. All of them."

It was amusing how quickly she followed his command. She was naked within a minute, standing there uncertainly, looking so sweet and vulnerable. 

"Good girl," he said, watching a shiver run through her body. "Now close your eyes. I'm going to blindfold you, because I need the lights for our next round of debauchery. But you, my dear, are to remain in the dark..."

You shook uncontrollably as he walked around you, his heavy footsteps the only way you could tell where he was. You felt a soft cloth wrap around your eyes, and you exhaled with a quivering breath, using all your willpower to keep your arms at your sides.

You could feel your nipples hardening, your cunt squeezing, the natural lubrication beginning to drip from between your legs. In spite of everything, your body was already preparing for him, as it had been desperately seeking completion for so long that just the possibility of relief had you whimpering with need.

You also realized you might be able to see him...if the lights were on, it would be a simple thing to just remove the blindfold and finally discover who it was that had taken over your mind and body. It had to be someone in the Tower...

But if you did that...you would disobey him, and he would punish you. You had no doubt he had plans for such misbehavior on your part. It wouldn't end well for you. If you played along...he would reward you. You wanted that reward...

"Thank you, Master..." you said quietly as he tightened the silky fabric over your eyes, hoping it would ingratiate you with him, hoping he would finally give you what you needed.

He let her go after blindfolding her, watching her stumble a bit as she caught her balance. 

The lights came on. 

"Now, we're going to have some fun," he said, walking away from her and towards the door of her apartment. He knew she could hear it all, her other senses were bound to be heightened now, for her vision had been blocked.

He needed her to hear everything, for he needed her to draw her own conclusions about what he was doing here.

As he opened the door, more than one set of footsteps flowed into the apartment, letting her know that there were two other individuals with them. 

He waited for her to scream and run, and the moment she moved, the two men he had invited into the apartment grabbed her, keeping her from doing anything other than flail. 

He tsked at her as he came to her as well. 

"I thought that you were learning to be a good girl, pet. You said you'd behave."

Rough, strong hands grabbed you - two sets, two sets?! And your Master's voice wasn't coming from either of them.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Now you were going to be shared ?! You began to cry behind the blindfold. Again, it was too much - every time you gave him an inch, he took miles, pushing you beyond any semblance of comfort. And now this?!

"Master! Please, no!" you shrieked, tugging and pulling at the hands to try and free yourself, but they wouldn't budge.

"I did what you asked! I did! Please...why?!"

There was no doubt in your mind what was going to happen. After the last time, with the toy in your ass...

You were well and truly terrified. And undoubtedly, horrifyingly aroused by it...

"You did what I asked, and you'll still keep doing it," Loki replied, just as the other men dragged her to the couch kicking and struggling. "You want to please me, right? Then you’ll let them do anything to you."

He leaned over her as she dropped on the couch, tucked between the bodies of his... friends . He grasped her chin as they held her down.

"Be a good little slut for them, as you have been for me. I approve of it; it makes me happy. You want to make me happy , right? Answer me, pet."

You were sobbing now, broken, trembling, and scared. You couldn't even reach up and rip off that blindfold if you wanted to - your arms were pinned behind you, and you felt two mouths descend on your nipples, hot and devious. The suction was strong, and you arched your back unwittingly, shaking your head and still struggling.

"I...I… Yes, Master, but..." you tried to speak, to form words, but they were cut short when two fingers pressed inside your cunt. Your Master didn't care about your needs, he cared about his own . This is what he wanted from you. And only once he'd been satisfied would you be rewarded.

Getting fucked by two other men was what he was asking of you.

Suddenly, you were gushing wet. It was so incredibly confusing - the more you didn't want to do something, the more your body seemed to crave it. And as sensations began to overlap and layer, you started to lose yourself to it.

Mouths on your breasts, fingers in your cunt, a finger toying with your ass, another hand holding your wrists together tightly...

You were literally being violated by complete strangers, and still… you were panting with arousal and crying in shame all at the same time.

And they were having a lot of fun playing with you, keeping you helpless and open, working you over with their mouths and hands.

Loki sat down on a sofa as he watched her defilement at the hands of his two cohorts. They already had her incapacitated and spread open for them. Presently, one was lavishing all his attention at her breasts with his mouth, while the other was now essentially making out with her pussy. 

She was crying and moaning all at the same time, trembling in their hold, shaking her head in denial. Denial of her body's lustful approval of what was being done to it.

Loki pulled his cock out and began to stroke it slowly, making a video of it all with his phone. He already knew that he was going to watch it several times over in the coming days.

"I know you're going to cum, little one," he said roughly, just as the man at her cunt pushed anothet finger into it, fucking her with them aggressively as he sucked her clit. "Give in and enjoy. There's nothing else for you to do, after all."

He was right.

After a week of edging and thinking about when your Master would return, the attentions you were getting from these other random strangers was pushing you over into carnal bliss. You found yourself gyrating and writhing with them, trying to give them more access, allowing them to violate you deeper.

"Fuck...Master...please..." you begged, refusing to think about what was happening to you, just feeling the pleasure and the pain coursing through your body. You were certain you looked disheveled and taken, you could smell yourself and the musky pheromones of your partners. But soon you felt the familiar, blunt spongy head of a cock nudging at your center...and you held your breath.

It pushed into your pussy and slid in almost embarrassingly easily. You groaned as it entered you, filling you and stretching your walls. Your rear took more patience. You could feel lubrication being applied, a long finger pushing inward, then a second...

All you could do was moan and take it, feeling like a thing, like nothing more than a toy to be used and played with.

One of them fucked you in a slow rhythm, while the other worked to stretch your ass. Your legs were now wide open on their own, helping them along.

The pleasure they gave you was exhilarating. It was...it was everything you'd ever hoped for.

"Fuck, YES!" you screamed as they began to aggressively pump both your openings, one with his cock and the other with his fingers. You felt a mouth on your clit at the same time...having no idea HOW this position was happening but caring less and less...

"How does it feel, pet?" Loki asked from the sofa, still stroking himself, almost in a teasing manner, for he didn't intend to come in his own hands. "Am I not giving you what you want? What do you need?"

He could gauge that she was close to her own orgasm now, as she was readily pushing against cock and fingers inside her now, almost bouncing on them in her eagerness. 

"Take her ass now, dear friend," he ordered then, watching with glee as the man pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in... glacially slow, but breaching her all the same. 

"Good... take it, my little slut. I know you like it. You just need to accept it... in your heart, that you're an eager cockwhore."

His words were deliberately lewd and degrading. He knew how they affected her, and he was going to use them with precision. Words, after all, were one of his best weapons. He was going to make her come apart with them.

You screamed as your body was penetrated by two cocks at once.

You were sandwiched between two hard, male bodies, each of them pistoning inside of you and grunting, sweating, squeezing. You couldn't move, couldn't get away, couldn't stop moaning and yelling as the pleasure and pain built to a level you had never known possible.

You could swear you could feel your sanity leaving you as your body thrilled at the joint sensations. A small, scared voice in the back of your head reminded you that someone should hear this - someone should be running in here to see why you were screaming bloody murder in your room.

But no one did.

The noises you made now were deep, guttural. You were a ragdoll atop their cocks, legs shaking, eyes open and unfocused behind the blindfold as your body clenched and squirmed and twisted. You could feel the beginnings of an orgasm bigger than any you'd ever experienced starting to swell in your loins, and before you knew what was happening...it hit you.

One strong pair of arms wrapped around you as you came, holding you in place, refusing to let you move as you lost control of your body. You screamed and writhed and spasmed, coming so hard you saw stars behind your eyes. It broke something in your brain - another piece of yourself gone, another fragment taken by your Master.

It wasn't until you felt another cock nudging at your lips that you realized you weren't done...

Watching her orgasm like that, like her soul had left her body, had broken Loki's resolve to not go to her. 

As soon as she came, he was off the sofa and at the couch. And hence, his cock was now pressing at her lips, wanting to make her take three men at the same time. Wanting to debauch her further, beyond the point of no return...

"Take it in, my little slut," he said, his voice deep and rough and ridden with lust. "You're already a desperate cockwhore now, one more wouldn't hurt, right?"

He thrust into her mouth in sync with the other men, wanting to make it enjoyable for everyone. She didn't resist it now. In fact, she sucked him eagerly, more eagerly than before. She was well into it now, thoroughly debauched and liking it. 

This was what he had planned to do. He was slowly turning her mind... and she was accepting it all. 

"Good girl," he growled, just as she took him down her throat, moaning on his cock as yet another orgasm rose inside her, aided by the cocks thrusting in and out of her cunt and ass. "You're my perfect cockwhore now, and I'll use you as one. A perfect little pet for my pleasure..."

He felt his own orgasm rising to the fore then, and he held her head more firmly as he raced towards it, keeping her angled so that he'd come deep in her throat.

You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. You couldn't think.

You almost felt as though you were floating, a strange relaxation overcoming you as you felt your body taking more brutal sexual punishment than you ever could have imagined. Every orifice filled with someone's cock - and you had no idea who any of them were.

You loved it.

You were sex incarnate. The embodiment of carnal pleasure. The person you'd always known as yourself had faded into the background like mist, and this new person - ravenous and lusty, striving for more and more intensity, thrilling at the fear and adrenaline of it - took you over completely.

You were Master's Good Girl.

And Master's Good Girl took all the cocks.

You moaned around his thick shaft, the muffled sound of your voice sending a shiver down your spine, your incapacitated body shaking uncontrollably. Strong hands grabbed your head and pushed your face down onto the cock in your mouth, and it began to pulse, shooting the hot cum straight into your throat. You didn't even taste it - he pumped his seed directly down your esophagus.

As if planned, you felt the same pulsing at your other end, the two thick cocks exploding within you, filling you completely - you could feel their spend dripping out of you and stick to your inner thighs, even as they were still wedged deep inside your body.

You were a vessel for orgasmic indulgence. And it made you cum again and again and again...

When Loki pulled out of her luscious mouth, the others held her in place, still pumping her full of their seed.

Her whimpers resounded in the room, mixed with their groans. It was a heady meld of sexual sounds. It made his cock twitch all over again.

"Alright, let go of her now," he ordered them, snapping his fingers. "I need her all to myself."

Immediately, the men pulled out of her, uttering noises of complaint. Loki paid them no mind. His focus was solely on his pet.

As the men left her alone on the couch and retreated from the apartment, Loki picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. 

He drew her a warm bath and placed her in, sitting behind her to support her. She was already drooping in his arms, likely passing out from the intense round of fucking she had just received. 

"You did very well tonight, pet," he whispered in her ear as he washed her. "You made me proud."

He smiled to himself as she shivered, his praise registering. 

"My good girl..."

You were sensitive everywhere...

After coming down from that monster orgasm, you couldn't form a single sentence. You couldn't stand. You could barely keep your eyes open. And everything that touched your body felt like a jolt of electricity shooting through you. When your mysterious Master carried you into the warm bath and sat behind you, gently supporting your limp body, you half-consciously realized that this was the best you'd felt in a long time.

Relaxed, pumped full of endorphins, and now being cradled gently in a tub of warm water, being told you were a good girl.

It occurred to you somewhere in the far back of your shattered mind that this was a new level of fucked up.

You still had the blindfold on, but you were in no state to try and remove it. Your eyes were closed behind it anyway. And frankly...you wouldn't want to disobey your Master like that.

You drifted in and out of consciousness in the tub, lulled to sleep by the warmth of the water and the devastatingly smooth timbre of his voice showering praises upon you. The last thing you remembered was his lips on your ear...

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Important Notes

Bold Text = Loki's POV

Normal Text = Reader's POV

--The Next Day--

Your alarm went off at 7:00am. Your eyes opened easily, and you sat up in your bed, stretching and taking in a deep breath. You felt amazing - better than you had in weeks. There was no longer that gnawing need between your legs - it had been relieved, thoroughly and completely. And you had an overall sense of well-being.

It was obvious the Avengers noticed it when you met them in the mess hall for breakfast. It was your last week in the Tower and you had all gotten to know each other fairly well. Though you had been "sick" for the last week or so, they were glad to see you were feeling better. 

The morning passed easily. You shadowed Natasha during her exercise routine, then met with Nick Fury for lunch.

You couldn't help but notice how he moved his hands...wondering if it was him who had pleasured you. It HAD to be someone in the Tower or someone who had full access. You eyed every man you saw with suspicion now, the idea of it churning in your mind.

Part of you was angry and resentful...but the other part - the new part that you were only now discovering - thrilled at it. The excitement, the mystery, the danger...it could be anyone .

Finally, in the late afternoon, you had your interview with Thor. He had been the hardest to pin down, but you were proud to be one of the first who would ever get to publish an exclusive with him. The conversation was fantastic, but there was something about his voice that seemed so strangely familiar. Not the depth of it, or the strength...as strange as it seemed, it was his accent. Refined and somewhat otherworldly, it reminded you of your Master...then again, it could just be anyone with an English accent.

At the end of the interview, Thor actually hugged you, and you smiled widely. Hugged by the God of Thunder - that had to be good luck, right?

With a smile, you made your way back to your room. You planned to spend the rest of your evening transposing the interview.

Loki was in the tower again, trying his best to anger the beast that slept within Bruce Banner. He had been messing with his experiments and equipment, and even Tony Stark noticed that something was off about them when he came to check in on Banner.

Banner was still quite controlled about his annoyance, which, honestly, impressed Loki a lot. Regardless, he still hated the man.

After manipulating the experiment again, so that it would produce no results at all, Loki set about to seek his pet. It was inevitable that he'd seek her out, but he wanted the day to be over, for the sun to set. After all, visiting her during the day was risky. 

Plus, he wasn't so cruel as to disturb her work. 

And so he had entertained himself with other pursuits, like annoying the others in the tower. But, as the sun went down, his urge to see her increased tenfold. 

Once inside her apartment, he smiled to himself as he turned the lights out. That was both an announcement and a necessity. She would know that he was here...

The room went dark, and you froze. Your dinner was still cooking on the stove, but you turned off the heat immediately, not caring if it spoiled.

He's back? Already?

Excitement and nerves filled you as you looked around the dark apartment, trying to make out a silhouette or movement in the shadows. You leaned against the kitchen counter and grasped it tightly.

"Master...? Is that you?"

Your voice was timid and quiet, those submissive tendencies bubbling up and overtaking the strong, independent tone you normally used during the day.

"Yes, pet," he said, walking up to her in the dark. "I love how you know me so well now, without actually knowing me."

He knew he was deliberately being a bit cruel, but he just loved to play with her. 

However, his playful cruelty soon turned into something darker as he embraced her. She was carrying the scent of someone else on her, someone very familiar to him. 

Thor...

Why and how did she get to be so close to him? He knew, by now, what she did for a living, but that didn't entail getting so intimately close to those she interviewed. 

"What were you up to today?" he asked darkly, almost harshly, as his hands clutched her arms almost painfully. "Who were you interacting with? Did you think of betraying me?"

“Wha—Master??”

You tried to pull out of the embrace, but he held you tight, overpowering you, squeezing you into his chest. You knew by now that struggling would do you no good, but the fear and instinct caused you to squirm and writhe in his grip regardless.

“I didn’t do anything like that! I worked out with Natasha, did a lunch meeting with Director Fury, then interviewed Thor and he—“

You stopped, anxiety rising in your throat.

“...he hugged me at the end...”

You realized then, that given how insane your Master was, a simple hug could be seen as a misbehavior. And that would mean punishment...

"Why?" he asked, his voice rough like gravel. "Why would you let another person get so close to you? Only I can approve of that!"

He almost shoved her away, but that scent of Thor on her was making him mad enough to NOT let her go.

And so he did what instinct told him to. He tore her clothes away till they were nothing but rags. And then he dragged her to the counter, making her bend over it. 

Kicking her legs wider, he opened his pants and thrust his cock inside her right then, his rage rising even more when he discovered that she was dripping wet. 

"What did that thundering idiot do to get you so wet, hmm? What did you do with him?!" He began to fuck her at a punishing pace, not heeding to any of her pathetic whimpers or begging.

“Wait! Master! I’M SORRY!”

You squealed and kicked as he took you--and as he said, you were dripping wet. He slid inside you with hardly any effort and your face burned from the shame.

But it wasn’t Thor that got you that way...it was HIM ! The manhandling, the mystery, the demands...you had been constantly wet and ready for the last two weeks! And the way he was fucking you now, snapping his hips against your bruising flesh and literally snarling as he furiously claimed you...

It was the best sex of your life.

“Oh...FUuUuUuUuck!!!!” you screamed, gripping the countertop as he jostled you violently, slamming his cock inside you. “Master! Fuck! Please!”

"Please what, slut?" he rasped, pulled her hair so that she'd arch her back and present him with her neck. "Did I make you so desperate that you'll now fuck anyone? Is that it? You forget your place then... you forget that you do anything and everything on MY command!"

He pulled out of her then, but kept a grip on her all the same. 

"Time for some punishment, pet. You know you deserve it for letting Thor so close to you."

As he spoke, he began to spank her, the loud smack of flesh against flesh resounding loudly in the kitchen. 

"Tell me how sorry you are and count each spank."

You were slipping away into that submissive, sex-induced haze he’d put you in the other night, simply allowing him to do anything he wanted. A low, mournful moan escaped your lips, which was then replaced by a shriek as he let loose on your ass, cracking his hand against your flesh.

The pain...the pleasure...it was overwhelming...

“Sorry...Master...I won’t do it again...” you strained, finding it difficult to speak. “That’s one...”

"That’s right, you won't," he responded, smacking her again, making her flesh jiggle with the impact. "At least, not on your own. You will fuck anyone by MY orders, including Thor. Understood?"

His next slap landed right between her legs then, lighter than others, but still, a shock for her body, he knew. It made her shriek and shake, and so... he just kept hitting her clit then. It was immensely satisfying to watch her writhe in both pain and pleasure.

“YES!” You screamed as he tormented you. “I’ll do anything! ANYTHING!”

You felt tears streaming down your face, and it occurred to you vaguely that you had cried more in the last two weeks than you had in your entire adulthood. Somehow, that made you feel good...releasing all those impacted emotions and letting them out as he spanked you and fucked you and spoke those filthy, degrading words...

Was this the thrill you’d been seeking your whole life? You’d always sought out dangerous situations, life-threatening stories, dark and terrifying truths... this felt like what you had wanted in all of those moments.

Your mind fractured yet again. Another piece of yourself gone. Another part of you claimed by your Master.

“Please, Master, please...! Anything at all, please!”

"And maybe... just maybe, you HAVE fucked Thor..." he whispered then, deceptive and manipulative, as his spanks slowly turned into strokes. "You have fucked two other men from here, and you have no idea who they are. Perhaps that's why he embraced you so readily, hmm? You poor thing, you don't even know..."

His fingers then pressed into her rear passage, just as he slid into her burning hot pussy again, thrusting at a leisurely pace. 

"You don't even know who owns you now. But you're far too gone for it. Tell me, who do you belong to? Repeat it with every thrust of my cock in your sopping wet quim..."

“YOU!”

You screamed out, the sensation bursting from your ass and pussy completely overpowering you. You were a sobbing, pathetic mess in his arms, and it drove you wild.

“You! You own me! YOU, MASTER!”

He drove his thick cock deep inside you, igniting all the nerve endings and being unrelenting in his attack. You moaned and screamed again, trying to keep up with his pace, but it was too much.

“You, you, you, you, you...” you repeated over and over again, like a mantra escaping your raw throat.

"Yes, you belong to me," he growled, thrusting into her so hard that her feet lifted off the floor. "You'll belong to me till your dying breath, pet. No one else will touch you, not without my express command!"

He put his other hand around her hip and began to slap her clit again, in time with his deep strokes in her pussy. It made her sob and cry and tremble, but still, she did nothing to escape him now. She simply writhed and let him play with her, leaning against the counter like a pliable doll. 

"Come on my cock now. I want to feel the clutch of your pussy. Come now, my dirty, dirty girl.... beg for my forgiveness with your cunt."

“FUCK! Thank you, Master! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! FORGIVE ME!”

Your voice was hoarse and your throat was sore from all the yelling and screaming he’d made you do, but to finally hit that climax - to be given the peak of pleasure that only he could provide - you came apart.

He held you down firmly as your body seized and your mind went blank, succumbing to his ministrations with a desperate sob. You shook and spasmed in his grip, holding your breath, feeling the pressure behind your eyes as the huge orgasm ripped through you.

Loki kept fucking her through her orgasm, showing no mercy, no remorse. His mind was still taken with the madness to possess her, to claim her so intensely that no one ever had a chance to even come close to gaining her interest. 

He wanted to ruin her for everyone else, so that she'd have no one but him to crawl back to. 

It was satisfying, it was gratifying.

When she went limp in his arms, he didn't pull out of her. Instead, he just dragged her like that to her bedroom. 

His cock remained inside her when he pushed her down on the bed... covering her whole body with his, just holding her down with his form. When he began to thrust again, the whole bed frame shook with his movements. 

He was giving it to her hard and slow and deep, and she had no choice but to take it all. Her desperate mewls were muffled by the bedsheets, and frankly, he didn't care for them. He was simply chasing his orgasm, and he was close.

You felt separate from your body.

As he carried you to your bed and continued to roughly fuck you, there was no resistance left - your muscles wouldn’t respond, you voice wouldn’t call out anymore, your mind simply wanted to give him what he wanted, to let him use you however he pleased. You surrendered completely.

And you were calm.

You had no fear, no worry. You accepted that you had no control, and simply...floated away. You were no longer there. The only thing left...

...was Master’s Good Girl.

Loki remained inside her even after coming... he simply didn't want to leave. Clutching her tightly in his arms as they lay in bed together, he simply kept moving in short, deep thrusts inside her. 

He knew that she was sore... but still... he didn't stop. One hand remained on her clit as he kept up the strokes in her cunt, spooning her possessively, using her body.... abusing her body and testing her limits still. 

She didn't complain... much to his surprise. Instead, she moved with him, keeping herself pliant, her ass pressing to his hips, presenting herself to him like an offering. 

That was the encouragement that kept him going. He lost count of how many times they came together. He kept fucking her even as she fell into an exhausted sleep. He made her come even when she wasn't aware. 

The tight clench of her pussy while she slept was a true delight. 

And this was how he himself fell asleep... still inside her, still fucking her, and still not satiated with her. He knew then... that he'd never be done with her. He'd always keep coming back to claim her.

You awoke when the morning light steamed in through your window. Squinting and grimacing, consciousness found its way back to you, and for a moment you didn’t remember when or how you’d fallen asleep.

That is...until you felt a heavy arm wrapped around your waist and a solid, strong body spooning you from behind.

A body you were intimately familiar with, but had never seen.

His breathing was even and deep, and you could tell he was sleeping. But would you dare turn around? Would you disobey the first rule he had established - that he was to remain a mystery?

The Good Girl and the Journalist warred in your mind.

You still hadn’t turned around to look at him when you felt him beginning to stir behind you...

This was... strange. 

When Loki opened his eyes, he knew immediately that he had fucked up. This wasn't his hiding spot... this was somewhere else. Somewhere he had made a pact with himself to not let his guard down. 

He blinked slowly, his body awakening slower than his brain, and hence, still sluggish with sleep. There was movement next to him, and he knew what that meant...

She had woken up too. 

Ice cold panic ran over his whole body, and he turned to look at her. 

Right at that moment, she turned to look at him. 

In the light of the rising sun, she laid her eyes on him for the first time, and he couldn't act fast enough to stop her from doing so. 

The moment stretched on... and her eyes slowly widened. 

He knew now that she knew who he was. 

Damn it all to Nidhogg's maw!

Before she could act, he sprang into action and pinned her beneath him, breathing heavily, his gaze wild and mad, not knowing what he was going to do with her now.

You stared up at him, feeling his weight pressing down on you, both of you still nude from the night before.

That dark hair...those blue-green eyes...that menacing snarl...

It was... Loki ? Thor’s brother?!

Suddenly his fury at smelling the God of Thunder on you made more sense...

You had seen all the videos, done all the interviews with the Avengers, heard that voice as he demanded people to kneel before him...that’s why you recognized it! All of the pieces began falling into place, and your heart pounded.

You were being taken by the alien god who had tried to conquer your planet, then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He looked furious, mad with panic, searching your face for some indication of what you meant to do now that the identity of your attacker was no longer a mystery...

But, the longer the silence stretched on, the more certain you were of how you would respond.

“Good morning… Master ,” you said quietly, submissively. You held his gaze, terrified of what he would do...

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. Even shock didn't cover his reaction right now. 

As he looked on with wide, enraged eyes, she simply greeted him... and called him Master. As if nothing had changed between them. As if she didn't recognize him. 

As if it didn't matter.

For a long while, he didn't speak. He didn't know what to say. Her reaction had well and truly blindsided him. Now, he wondered why she had accepted the revelation of his identity so easily. Was it out of fear... or something else?

And so, just to test her, he pressed down on her further, his thighs nudging hers apart in the process. His cock, hard all over again, kissed the entrance of her cunt. 

He kept his eyes on her, trying to read her. She bit her lip, but didn't resist him. 

His cock entered her slowly, with him still staring at her in a mix of panic and surprise and wonder. She accepted him fully, only letting out a whimper of lust when he hilted her fully.

Well... this was certainly a favourable turn of events...

"Good morning, pet," he said finally, his voice rough with sleep and... something else he couldn't yet understand.

As he pressed himself inside you, you didn’t know whether to moan or scream. Actually watching him as he penetrated you, seeing his face, analyzing how his eyebrows peaked and his irises dilated and his muscles flexed...

Seeing him was almost too much.

You let out a soft, desperate moan and closed your eyes. His body felt good - familiar and strong and commanding. He slowly began to pump inside you, holding your hands down next to your head, and you arched your back, inviting him deeper, parting your lips in a lusty sigh.

“Ohhhh Master...thank you. Yes...”

Pleasure spread through you like warmth from a bonfire, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to take you...

Loki couldn't believe that she was accepting him so readily. That she wasn't screaming in fright. 

Maybe she would, once she had woken up, mind and body. 

But for now, she was pliant and welcoming. What more, she was encouraging him, wrapping those luscious legs around him, pulling him into her... as if she expected him to flee at any moment.

Wisdom demanded that he should. But he didn't. Instead, he lost himself inside her warmth, fucking her like a man possessed, claiming her all over again...

He still kept her pinned and incapacitated, though, and it looked like she enjoyed it. She was arching against him, moaning and mumbling her thanks to him. 

Damn... at this rate, he'd just keep fucking her. There was no end to it.

What should've bothered him was the fact that he didn't want it to end...

He plunged deeper and deeper inside you, the wiry hairs at the base of his cock rubbing relentlessly against your clit. You were surprised to realize you longed to have something in your ass as well...a thick, throbbing dick...

Who AM I anymore...?

"Fuck...Loki..." you whimpered his name - finally, he had a name.

Somehow, that made him loosen his hold on your wrists.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, clinging to him as though your life depended on it.

"Master...oh my god, YES!"

You were nearing your climax, pressing your hips against his and throwing your head left and right, the intensity of his intrusion and how he'd broken you washing over you as the pleasure crested and you cried out, so close to coming that it hurt.

"Fuck! I want to cum. Master - please! Please, Loki, let me cum!"

She called him by his name... Fuck !

That nearly undid him. He hadn't expected it to affect him so, but it did. He liked his name on her lips, and he wanted to hear it again and again. It was an intense, almost insane need. 

"Say my name..." he growled, lowering his head, pressing his forehead against hers. "Again... do it."

He was thrusting hard and slow, getting lost in the heat of her inviting channel. This moment was simply breathtaking, more intense than any of their past interactions. 

Why... because now, she knew him, she accepted him, and she stared back at him with those precious, wide, lust blown eyes. He had so undermined their impact on him till now... 

"Come on my cock and scream my name, pet!"

"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck-- LOKI !"

Your entire body arched as you were wracked with pleasure. You saw fireworks exploding before your eyes, and your legs shook wildly against him, clenching around him so tightly that it ached.

You said his name over and over again, shouting it to the ceiling, to the sky, to the universe. Pressing yourself into him with all your strength, every beat of your heart sending a pulse of pure ecstasy through every nerve, you cried his name out until your lungs ran out of breath.

Loki...Loki...Loki...Loki...

He came inside her with a loud groan, cursing the Uphimmin, praising the Norns, just mumbling nonsense that came to him without another thought...

She was clenching around him so intensely, and taking his name like a prayer... there was nothing more that he had wanted at that moment. 

And hence, he kept thrusting into her for a long while... till they were both trembling, limbs entangled, breaths merging, hearts pounding. 

"You're full of surprises, little one," he murmured finally, when he could think straight. "I'm not letting you go..."

You nudged his cheek with your nose, taking in his scent, holding him tightly and feeling the warm fullness of being filled with his seed.

Somewhere, in the far back of your mind, a faint voice was screaming - but you had passed the point of no return.

I belong to him...

It had been branded upon your psyche. Loki had changed you, broken you, rebuilt you. You remembered the beautiful kintsugi you saw when you visited Japan - broken pottery mended with gold.

...built on the idea that in embracing flaws and imperfections, you can create an even stronger, more beautiful piece of art.

You had become a kintsugi of your previous self, broken to pieces and brought back together by his praise and punishment. You were new...better.

And you were his.

You stared at him with wide, loving eyes, stroking the hair out of his face and taking in every detail you could see. Because now, you could see...and nothing would ever be the same.

He kissed her then, unable to help himself. He kissed her like he never had before... more like a treasure than a possession. She was his treasure now.

And that's how they remained for most of the morning, kissing, fucking again, simply lying in bed in each other's arms. That's how they remained until her life and work intruded upon their intimate bubble. 

Her phone rang a few times, and then tinkled with the influx of messages. 

That was cue for him to leave... even though he didn't want to.

He held her face in his hands and stared at her intensely, willing her to ignore her phone for just a while more. 

"Go back to your world now, your life and work... but remember that you still belong to me," he said, his magic working around her. 

When the golden swirls subsided, she was left with a little token of his presence in her life--a golden bracelet with a snake biting its own tail. 

"You are under my protection now. I will find you again..."

With that, he kissed her one last time before disappearing from her room... AND her life.

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Important Notes

Bold Text = Loki's POV

Normal Text = Reader's POV

--Three Months Later--

Life moved on.

You finished your time in the Avengers Tower and moved back into your own place, writing the piece that you had intended to write. You didn't mention Loki in the article - you didn't mention Loki to anyone - and it was received about as well as you had hoped. Some fanfare, most of it good, and then the public's attention was drawn to the next shiny object that attracted them.

But you were never the same.

The bracelet he had given you was with you at all times. In the rare moments you did need to take it off, you kept it in your pocket or in your purse, and you would always put it back on as soon as you could. Sometimes people asked about it, and you simply said you liked it, no other explanation needed.

Finally, you had your next assignment - uncovering some unscrupulous activities taking place at an orphanage in Sokovia. You made your way across the globe once again, seeking danger, seeking adventure, determined to shed light on the darkest parts of humanity.

And yet, now there was something missing. A thrill that wouldn’t be fulfilled as it had before...

As you were unpacking your suitcase in your hotel room on the night of your arrival, you thought about him - how he had touched you, how he had talked to you, how he had made you feel. You smiled as you stroked the bracelet, thinking back...

Suddenly, the lights in your hotel room flickered. Looking around, your heart began to pound.

Could it be…?

They flashed bright, dimmed...and it went dark.

Your breath caught in your throat. You felt yourself begin to tremble.

Then...you grinned.

"...Master?"

As soon as you spoke, you were engulfed in the familiar embrace you had been craving all this while.

Loki was back… to claim you as his again.

Loki didn't say anything in response, but he let his actions talk. His embrace was tight, his arms a cage, but he didn't crush her.

That was what it was, whatever was between them.

After months apart, he still hungered for her. He still wanted to possess her and take her in the most extreme ways.

The time apart only whetted his appetite for her.

He kissed her luscious lips like he wanted to devour her, noting how she kissed back with fervour. Their lips didn't part until he had her backed against a piece of furniture--some manner of sofa.

He pushed her, smirking as she fell and bounced on the springy cushions. Stepping between her legs, he looked down at her and admired just how naturally submissive she was being with him.

Suddenly, she pushed forward and nuzzled his bulge through his pants, showing her eagerness to please him.

"Such a good girl," he said, grasping her hair to pull her head back, much gentler than he thought himself capable of. "You want to please me?"

You nodded, looking up at him, apprehensive but eager. His return had brought out that hidden part of you again, the one that craved praise and attention, the one that wanted to be his in every way and do everything he told you.

Your hands tried to make sense of his armor and clothing, wanting to find an opening. Meanwhile, your heart thudded in your chest, for this was the first time you were seeing him like this.

You had expected to feel panic, but instead, you were overcome with a surge of lust. From your perspective, he looked majestic…

When your hands finally found a buckle, he grabbed them and stopped you.

"Master?" Your brows peaked in confusion.

Loki clicked his tongue and pushed her hands away from his crotch.

"Eager, are we?"

She bit her lip, looking quite adorable in her confusion.

"But you only do what I tell you, right?"

She nodded, her eyes flicking between his face and his bulge.

"And right now, I want something else from you." He moved his hand forward, opening his palm. "Take off your panties and hand them over. In my presence you shall not wear them."

As if by instinct, you followed his command. You rebalanced yourself and stepped out of your panties, pulling the lacy black thong off and placing it in his hand, then meeting his eyes once more.

To see him, to REALLY take him in...it sent shivers down your spine. He was beautiful, and dangerous, and knew exactly how to touch you and pleasure you until you fell apart in his hands. You had missed him SO much…

“Yes, Master…” you said, unable to hold back your smile.

"Back on the sofa, pet," he commanded, feeling up the lacey texture of her panties in his palm before he vanished them. "Sit back and spread your legs for me."

He saw her shiver before she heeded his words. It thrilled her to follow his orders, which was obvious in her actions.

As soon as her legs opened for him, he dropped to his knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders, sliding his hands along her soft thighs, going under to cup her ass.

"You're mine," he stated firmly, staring at her hungrily as he delved between her legs, devouring her with his mouth and tongue.

Slow, deliberate, full of teasing and inherent dominance, he let her pleasure rise in a slow crescendo. Sometimes, she pushed herself at him, sometimes, she tried to pull away. His firm grip on her didn't let her move much either way.

His gaze never left hers as he sucked on her clit, as dark and predatory as it had been when he'd first met her. The only difference… now she could see him and answer him with her eyes. And her eyes spoke of fire and desire.

It drove him wild.

He didn't let up his slow torture until she screamed and writhed and came helplessly against his tongue, never looking away from him.

When he pulled away from the searing heat of your pussy, his magic glowed around him like a green-gold halo, emphasizing his otherworldliness.

You felt so small before him, like a deer in front of a lion…

But that was how it was between you two, wasn't it?

Your predator was your Master too. And you were fully into it.

Just as that thought echoed in your lust soaked brain, Loki moved over you and caged your body with his, entering you in a slow thrust.

A soft moan poured from your lips as your body finally received what it had been craving for months. Your hands grasped his shoulders and your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, holding on tight.

Finally, you had what you wanted

"I missed you," you mumbled, expressing your thoughts plainly in this moment of bliss.

"I missed you too, little one," he answered, almost too softly to be heard. 

It was a confession uttered against the swell of her breasts, just as he began to move atop her. Before saying more, he raised his head and looked into her enchanting, lust-ridden eyes, feeling more earnest than he had ever intended to be.

"But I told you that I'll find you. Never doubt my word. I'll always find you, no matter where you are, because you belong to me…"

He paused, giving her a deep thrust, pressing his forehead to hers.

"...and I belong to you."

--THE END--