I sighed. It had been a hell of a day and I really was annoyed by my life and everything. It already was dark when I got home, opening the door, entering the dun and silent house. No one was here and no one would be until the early morning. I was sure and happy about it. I ran through the porch without switching the light on, throwing my jacket on it's place, arriving in the kitchen. Right now the darkness seemed soothing and I didn't need the lamps to know where I wanted to go. I turned right to put my purse on the couch in the living room and sighed once more, running through my hair with one hand, asking myself if I really wanted to watch TV before falling completely annoyed into my bed, or what else I should do.

Back in the kitchen I walked through the darkness, only the clock sending an awful weak light through the room, making my eyes see the silhouettes of the furniture. I hesitated. Something felt wrong. A briefly sick feeling in my stomach. I shook my head: I was alone. The door had been locked as I arrived. My head was messing with me again. Back to he fridge. I opened it and its light flooded the room, blinding me, and I cringed. My feeling had been right, hadn't it? In the corner of my eye: there was something in this room that shouldn't be there. My heart beat into my head as I slowly turned around.

There on the chair right in front of me, sitting. A man in strange clothing somehow medieval but still futuristic, fascinating in its design. He himself was even more intriguing to me. He was tall with long legs, broad shoulders and slender, like a feline predator, most of all his green eyes that burned holes into me. I could almost feel my body temperature rise. His once flawless and attractive face was reseeded with little incrustations and bruises, like the knuckles and his hands, I realized. His gaze suddenly jolted through my body and I snapped out of my trance-like hypnosis. "Who the hell are you?!" I wanted to shout but only managed to whisper. I was shocked and scared, still his glowing eyes aroused me. He stared at me without any shame, as if he wanted to ravish me just by looking at me. It turned me on and it shocked me.

My nightly visitor rose from his chair, up to his full height. He towered me for a full head length. With a devious smirk on his scarred mouth he stepped towards me, making me want to retreat, but there was just the closet to press against. My breath trembled and my heart beat exhilarated. I wanted him to be gone and touching me in the same moment. He was messing with my head. "I am Loki", his deep hoarse voice tingled my ears and my body, having goosebumps all over it. Loki - he only could be the Norse God. I knew it immediately. Power wafted around him like a intoxicating cloud. Still he smirked at me, confidently and superiorly. "W…what do you want?" I questioned soundlessly. Loki grinned as if he had waited for me to ask this but he didn't answer. not in words at least. He kept walking towards me and didn't stop when it was appropriate, instead he just pushed himself against my body.

Instinctively I turned my head away, leaving my neck exposed to him, even before I thought about this being a fault. Loki pushed himself between my legs and I immediately could feel his hard member against my body. In the same second he licked my skin from my collarbone to my ear. I exhaled sharply, trembling, closing my eyes in shame, because it aroused my. I could feel the heat between my legs. I knew I was at Loki's mercy and he knew this as well. With a single move he closed the fridge and send me back into the darkness. I inhaled loudly. He pressed me more strongly against the furniture and I could feel his erection against my body. Loki bit me in my neck, making me bleed. I winced, moaning lowly when he started to lick the blood of my skin.