Boredom. That was his first reason for being here. The fact that it was against the rules was the second. It made everything about the small realm more appealing. This wasn't his first excursion to Midgard but it was definitely his most memorable to date. Loki's dark green eyes gazed at the red-haired woman at the other side of the room. She was wearing a black off-the-shoulder floor length gown that hugged her voluptuous curves in the most delectable of ways. Her lush red hair was pulled up in the back with gentle wisps of curls framing her face. She wore a deep crimson lipstick that accentuated her plump lips. Her striking blue eyes gazing coldly at the man at her side. The youngest prince of Asgard wasn't normally intrigued by mortal women. They were so far below the goddesses of his own realm but this female before him was different. She was the sole reason that he was at this little banquet.
It was a pure stroke of luck, he supposed. He had merely been observing what passed for a palace here on Midgard. It was quite pitiful more like a hovel when compared to the Golden City of Asgard. It was then that he had caught sight of her being escorted inside the castle to the party that was obviously being held inside. The young god wasted no time in conjuring himself a black suit and tie that conformed with the other male guests in attendance and brought himself into the hall to mingle amongst the other Midgardians.
Such magical tricks were as simple as breathing for the young god. It was an innate ability that he had been born with and one that his mother had encouraged with great care. Often to the chagrin of his father.
Loki moved through the room slowly as he continued to observe the young woman. She seemed to be glued to the side of this gentleman and he couldn't for the life of him understand why. He was quite a bit older than her and rather portly. He made Volstagg look attractive. As a waiter moved through the guests with a tray of food, the trickster took the opportunity to cast an enchantment causing him to trip and slam his tray right in the chest of the rotund gentlemen.
Loki observed the proceedings with a wry smile as the waiter apologized profusely and the man stomped off to what the young god could only assume was the restroom in an attempt to clean up. Her sapphire eyes were transfixed on the doorway waiting for the paunchy man's return. The trickster wasted no time as he maneuvered himself next to her.
"Good evening," he said simply as his emerald eyes sparkled mischievously.
Natasha had escorted a Turkish dignitary to this little soiree after he conveniently spotted her at his hotel. Of course, she turned up the charm, and before she knew it, he had invited her to be his date at this evening's ball. If all went according to plan, she would have him off in a side room with a broken neck before the night was over.
He was her mark…well, he was the Red Room's mark. She was just following orders. Not much went through her head outside of the meticulous instructions she was fed by senior operatives and superiors. She felt like she didn't even know how to think for herself anymore. Every move she made…down to the faintest of half-smiles was a carefully planned, orchestrated routine.
Natasha Romanoff wasn't a person. She was a killing machine, trained and extremely gifted in the arts of seduction and assassination. She did not feel…she had no friends, no family, and no tolerance or understanding for romance or love. As far as she was concerned, those things didn't exist.
Natasha was slightly surprised when the tall, dark-haired stranger appeared beside her. She eyed him for a moment, trying to sense whether he was a danger to her cover, but being unable to tell, she forced her tense muscles to relax and offered her hand with a small smile, "Good evening…"
The young god took the hand that she offered and pressed his lips lightly against her fingers as he bowed his head slightly. The way he would have greeted a noblewoman at one of his father's royal soiree's. "My name is Loki," the mischievous prince revealed, still holding her hand in his. Her sapphire eyes were even more enchanting up close and her skin was as soft as silk. But something told him that there was much more to her than meets the eye. "And who, might I ask, do I have the distinct pleasure of meeting?"
The slightest of smirks quirked at her lips as she observed him. There was something very interesting about this man…her instincts were a little on edge around him. She liked it. In fact, being this close to the tall, handsome man had her realizing she liked a lot about him…but she had a job to do.
"Natalie Rushman", she lied without skipping a beat. Oh yes…Natasha Romanoff was an expert liar. She could fool polygraphs without so much as breaking a sweat. Lying directly to someone's face was like breathing to her.
"Loki…that's an interesting name", she said as she turned her eyes back toward the bathroom doorway. "Loki…like the god…the norse god. I like it", she said with a soft laugh. Despite the conversation she was making, she continued to keep her ears and eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.
Loki watched as her eyes glanced back at the restroom doorway. "I have this bewildering puzzle that I've been trying to solve all evening. Perhaps, you can help me, Natalie." The young god mused with a half-smile and a quirk of his eyebrow. "What is it about that…how shall I put it… roly-poly man that has you so entranced?"
Natasha laughed softly and took a flute of champagne off of a tray that was passing by. She took an elegant sip before raising a brow at Loki, "I find his conversation to be stimulating."
"He seemed a man of very few words and quite a thick accent when he was blustering a few minutes ago," Loki mused as he let his eyes trail along her bare shoulders. "I'm a great lover of the dialects of this… of the world. I enjoy studying them. It is amazing how stimulating he can be for one who barely speaks English. He is from Turkey, yes? But I think Arabic is his natural tongue."
Loki took the smallest step closer as he watched her take another sip of her champagne. "You have an American accent but you're not from there." The young god inclined his head a little closer as a sly smile appeared along his lips. "It is barely noticeable but I have a good ear. You are Slavic? If I had to be more specific I would guess Russian. Я правильно, Натали [am I correct, Natalie]?"
Natasha stared at him for a moment before turning to face him more fully. She licked her lips and took another step closer to him, scrutinizing his features for signs of stress or deception, just in case he had come to kill her, or was here to blow her cover. A sideways glance to the bathroom helped her spot her date emerge.
She set her half-empty champagne glass on a nearby table and extended her hand to him, "Да. Очень впечатляет. Теперь, если вы меня извините, у меня свидание, чтобы вернуться. Спасибо за прекрасную беседу, Локи. [Yes. Very impressive. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a date to get back to. Thank you for the lovely conversation, Loki.]"
A sexy smirk played across her lips as she slowly sauntered away from him. She felt his eyes on her backside and glanced over her shoulder, favoring him with a smile before she approached her date and took him by the hand. She slowly began rubbing the portly man's back and leaned in to whisper seductively against his ear. Within moments, he began leading her toward the elevator.
Loki watched as she walked back to the beastly looking man. She whispered something in his ear as they began to move toward the elevator. There was no way that a woman as exquisite as her was interested in that man. She was up to something and he wanted to know what. The young god watched the lights of the elevator indicating which floor they stopped on before following them up.
Loki pressed the button for the same floor, casting an invisibility spell upon himself once the doors had closed. He was just going to do a little snooping to satisfy his curiosity. As the doors opened he was surprised to see her standing there alone. She stepped back inside as she pressed the button for the ground floor. This was getting even more peculiar, he mused to himself as he followed her out the elevator and watched her move swiftly toward the palace exit.
Loki continued to follow her sight unseen. She made no move toward the valet but instead after a quick glance to make sure no one was looking she slipped around the side of the building. The mischievous prince watched in bewilderment as she took off her heels, hiked her skirt slightly and began to climb over the stoned wall. Loki brought himself to the other side just in time to see her feet land on the sidewalk. He was visible to her now as he stood there leaning against the lamp post with his hands crossed in front of him.
"есть ли у вас отвращение к воротами, Натали? [Do you have an aversion to gates, Natalie?]" Loki smirked.
As soon as she heard his voice, she whirled in his direction. Natasha snatched a small gun from the garter beneath her dress and pointed it at him, glaring, "Why are you following me? Were you sent to kill me?!"
"Well, my darling, aren't you full of surprises," Loki drawled in his silky accent as he continued to lean casually against the pole. His dark green eyes perused the gun in her hand. He was not ignorant of Midgardian weapons as primitive as they were. The tool in her hand wasn't much of a threat to him though it would probably hurt like the dickens. Not that there was any danger of that happening. He would be long gone before she ever pressed the trigger. One of the many conveniences of being a sorcerer. "And I thought we were getting along so well. I have no desire to hurt you, Natalie. I'm just curious about what you're up to. Did you grow tired of your enlightening conversation with your tubby friend?"
Natasha stared at him before taking a small step backwards. She trusted no one…especially a strange man who'd followed her right after she killed someone.
"I doubt you want to find out what other surprises I have underneath this dress. Who do you work for and why are you following me? Don't make me ask you again."
"Eh heh heh heh, do you have other surprises underneath there?" Loki grinned, his tongue peeking out playfully against his teeth and his dimples lighting up the edges of his face. "I can only imagine. I already told you Natalie, you piqued my curiosity. I'm not working for anyone. I just came here for a bit of fun." The young god moved away from the lamp post and took a step towards her. "And then I saw you and… I don't know... you caught my eye."
"Ha", she chuckled humorlessly. "I've piqued your curiosity? Have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat, Loki?"
Natasha slid the hem of her dress up over her thigh as she propped her foot up on a nearby bench and slid the gun back in the holster on her garter, then pulled a car key out.
"Ah yes, what do you call it… a proverb… but there is more to it, you know." Loki mused as he took in the sight of her exposed thigh, licking his lips subconsciously at the sight of her creamy skin. "Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought him back." He took another step closer to her as his emerald eyes caught sight of the key in her hand. "What are the plans for the rest of your evening?"
Natasha shook her head, but for whatever reason, a little smile played across her lips. She wasn't one to smile…she was barely a person and had no real emotions to speak of, but this guy was awakening something within her.
He was handsome enough, and she couldn't sense a lie on him. There was an urge rekindling within her that she hadn't felt in a very long time…
After a few moments of thinking, she decided she'd allow herself to have a bit of fun with this handsome stranger. Why not? Her rendezvous wasn't for another twelve hours and he was making her weak in the knees with just one look.
The Black Widow crossed her arms underneath her bosom, causing the already copious amounts of cleavage to billow forth a bit more. She bit her bottom lip and stared at him, "I'm not sure yet, Loki…"
Loki swallowed as his eyes drifted to the tantalizing view of the swell of her breasts. He moved his hand cautiously to touch one of the tiny ringlets that framed her face. It was silky and soft just like he imagined the rest of her must be. "By the looks of the key in your hand. It involves driving somewhere. Do you mind if I tag along for a little bit while you decide?"
Natasha laughed softly before leading him to a car parked behind an abandoned building. As they drove, she kept glancing over at him. At first, she was just trying to make sure he wasn't making moves to reach for weapons or communicators…but as that fear faded, she kept glancing at him to take in his features. His ridiculously high cheekbones…deliciously long fingers…
By the time they entered her hotel room, she tossed her purse onto the mattress and stayed by the door as he walked toward the window.
"So…now that you're here, what do you want to do?"
"Eh heh heh heh heh," Loki grinned as he turned away from the window. His dark green eyes moving over her body unabashedly. "Are you giving me free reign? Is it my choice how we spend the evening?" The young god strutted toward her, resting his hand along the nape of her neck as he leaned in so his lips were barely a hairsbreadth from hers. "I want to see what other surprises you have for me underneath that dress," he breathed huskily before he crushed his lips against hers in a fiery kiss.
Natasha immediately returned the kiss with equal fervor as her hands went to either side of his shirt, ripping it clean open as buttons ricocheted off random objects in the hotel room. She practically tore his clothes off of him as they stumbled backwards against the wall.
When her back slammed against the hard wall, she let out a soft gasp against his lips as she raised her leg around his hips. Quickly, she reached between them to unbuckle his belt. She snatched the leather strap out of the loops of his pants and tossed it away before unbuttoning his pants.
Loki grabbed her wrists as he smiled against her lips. "Not so fast, darling." He raised her arms above her head, pinning them in place with one large hand enclosed around both wrists. His other palm gliding up beneath her dress along her inner thigh. "Patience is a virtue. Is that not another one of your proverbs?" His lips moving languidly across her jawline as he felt her body trembling at his touch. "You're a beautiful woman and I won't be rushed."
Natasha leaned forward to nip at his lips as she panted softly, "Well, rush or not, if you're looking for the type of girl who likes to make love, I'm afraid you've got the wrong one. I like fucking…that's the only way I take it."
"You have a way with words, Natalie," Loki smirked as he nibbled along her earlobe. "If that's even really your name." He released her wrists as he took a step backward. His dark green eyes staring at her wantonly. "Take off your dress and get on the bed." He ordered forcefully. "Я собираюсь иметь вас в какой бы путь я хочу, Натали. [I'm going to have you, in whatever way I want, Natalie.]"
This was more like it.
A mischievous smirk played across her lips. When she reached behind her to slowly unzip her dress, she stared directly into his eyes, watching the change in his facial expression as the black fabric pooled at her feet.
Next, she ridded herself of her bra and panties before obediently climbing onto the bed and laying before him. She was his for the taking.
Loki stared at her for a moment drinking in the sight of her body, she was breathtakingly beautiful. He leaned against the mattress as he placed his lips along her ankle, running his tongue along her skin as he made his way to her thigh, licking and suckling every inch of skin until he reached the apex between her legs before stopping. He skipped over the obvious place with a devious grin and laced his tongue along her belly button as her stomach contracted at the contact. His dark emerald eyes gazing up at her as he moved his lips over her hip before biting down playfully.
Natasha's entire body shuddered as her eyes rolled closed. This man…whoever he was, seemed intent on torturing and teasing her in the most delicious ways possible.
She moaned softly and laughed a bit before jerking away at his bite, "Hungry?"
"Famished, darling," Loki grinned as he moved his attentions to her voluptuous breasts. Taking the rose-tipped nipple in his mouth and suckling languidly while his hand pinched the hard little tip of her other breast. He pressed his hips between her legs, the fabric of his pants rubbing teasingly against her naked flesh.
Natasha arched beneath him and moaned as she bucked her hips upwards. She was desperate for more friction as he teasingly rubbed against her.
"God…you are such a fucking tease…I want you…now, please…"
Loki stood up as he discarded his pants before settling himself back between her legs. "Since you said 'please'" the young god smirked huskily. He tilted his hips, finding the slippery heat of her. His dark green eyes capturing her gaze with his before impaling her with one swift motion. He crushed his lips against hers passionately as he altered his movements, thrusting slowly into her as she shifted restlessly beneath him. She felt incredible as he swallowed her moans with his lips, rocking inside her over and over in a sensual rhythm.
Natasha raked her hands down his back, leaving a trail of in red marks across his porcelain flesh. She eagerly thrust her hips upwards to meet his movements as he ground down against her.
"Oh…fuck…fuck me…yes…yes…oh my god…" she cried out before she reconnected their lips for a hungry kiss.
Loki increased his tempo as they heaved against each other, bringing her knees up to accommodate him as he delved deeper with each slamming thrust. The bed near to collapsing beneath their efforts. The young god groaned in pleasure as he suckled and nipped at every bit of skin he could reach. The feel of her fingertips scraping down his back was divine. "Valhalla," he nearly growled as he felt her body clenching around him. "так хороша [so good]."
After several moments, Natasha screamed out a string of Russian obscenities as her body was seized by a powerful, shuddering orgasm. She cried out and gripped onto him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming any louder.
The feel of her teeth biting down erotically on his shoulder was too much as he exploded inside of her. His entire body shudder uncontrollably in his release as he collapsed on his back as the air was forced from his lungs in breathless urgent gasps. His dark green eyes turned to gaze at the woman lying at his side. Yes, this was definitely his favorite visit to Midgard. He doubted anything would ever top it.
Natasha allowed herself to lay there, panting heavily before she smiled and leaned over to kiss his neck. She climbed on top of him, her skin glistening with a soft sheen of sweat, "You don't think we're done yet…do you?"
After a few kisses, caresses and strategic bites, they were both ready to go again. They ended up falling off the bed as they reached another mutual, intensely satisfying orgasm.
Natasha laughed breathlessly as she lay on her back on the floor with her feet propped up on the mattress. She smiled and looked at him, "I have a confession to make.."
"A confession, eh heh heh heh, now you've piqued my curiosity all over again, darling," Loki grinned widely as he trailed his finger languidly along her hip. "Do tell, pet."
"My name…is actually Natasha…well. It's Natalia. Most people call me Natasha though", she said as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. Natasha smirked against his lips, "…but if you tell anyone that, I'll have to kill you…"
"Natalia, yes… that suits you much better," Loki smiled as he brushed his lips tantalizingly against hers. "You are very beautiful, Natalia, and I like your fire. I'm very glad we crossed paths, darling."
Natasha stared at him for a few seconds, "Yeah…yeah. Me too, Loki…"
She slowly got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. She wasn't overly surprised when he ended up joining her. They had sex one last time before she got dressed and kissed him one last time, "I have to go…but tonight was really fun. Thanks…"
"I aim to please," the young god smirked as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him for another heated kiss. "I would like to see you again."
Natasha returned the kiss and moaned softly. When he broke the kiss and told her that he wanted to see her again, she sighed, "I'm sorry…I actually can't see you again…I'm in a very…perilous line of work…I have to stay on the move."
"Perilous, yes I gathered that when you were climbing over the wall last night," the young god winked as a devilish smile adorned his lips. "I'm on the move, too. Give me a date, time and place and I will meet you there. It doesn't matter where."
"That's the thing…I don't know. My time is not my own…I…the organization I work for doesn't allow me the freedom to just go places when I want to…I have to leave right now to meet at a rendezvous point…if I weren't there…"
Natasha let out a breath and sighed, "It's complicated…the less you know the better."
"I'm not going to take no for an answer," Loki replied regally. "I want to see you again and I will. If you can't give me a time than I'll pick one on my own to come to you. But I will be seeing you again, Natalia, that is a promise."