To Love A God

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

You would think that, when invading and conquering Earth, one would not have the time to notice anyone, one would never have the time do anything but plan.

That's what Loki thought, as well. His mind was so busy with planning, he never thought that he would notice her. That beautiful woman who stood up to him without fear.


He directed his scepter to them, shimmered to his golden armor, the air rippling around him as his black, green, and gold suit morphing.

"Kneel before me!" Loki commanded the group of humans in front of him, and when none of them knelt he shouted again, "I said kneel!"

Everyone became quiet at this, his show of power as he transformed and knelt.

Loki smiled, "Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

A girl stood, even when her companion pulled at her arm, trying to make her kneel with them, but she jerked her arm away, saying something to them through her teeth and then raising her head, standing taller to face Loki.

"I will not kneel," she said with strength in her voice.

That voice. Loki didn't let how it affected him show, but it hit him at his core. It was like music, like a symphony. It sent shivers down his spin and pulled at his heart.

"Very brave, young human," Loki smiled to her, "But, it is useless to deny me. You will die."

"My body and soul, maybe," she said with a wave of her hand looking to all the people around her, "We all die in our due time," she turned her silver, steely gaze back to him, "But my rights will not and my beliefs will not, I refuse to lower myself to you."

A man stood at her words, "I will not bow," he said and stood as tall as his frail frame would allow, "Not to men like you."

Loki smiled at the man, "There are no men like me," he smirked and raised his scepter to him.

"There are always men like you," the old man said.

"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example," Loki smiled as he raised his scepter to the man, killing him.

"No!" the girl shouted as she watched the old man disintegrate and turned a glare to Loki, ignoring all the screams and panic around her, "How could you?"

"With a flick of my wrist?" he asked, his smile growing at her anger.

A wind picked up and blew the girls hair around her, showing that instead of the black he thought it was, it was in fact a deep purple. The fury that shown in her eyes was so thick he could almost feel it in the air. There was no fear in those stunning silver eyes, the fearlessness that reminded him of the women of Asgard. Did humans even have silver eyes? Why did she affect him so? What was it about this human girl that entranced him, ensnared him like this? His eyes were drawn to her, her beautifully curved hips, large breasts, long legs, even waist.

The very way she held herself up against his powerful gaze shock him, such defiance, he thought, such a strong individual.

That's what it was. Her strength, that was what drew him to her. She had the strength of a god. She was like him. He smirked, she was his.

"You," he said pointing to her, "Come to me."

She stiffed her back and lowered her head, her gaze falling on him and he felt the power of it, "Never," she said softly.

"Come," Loki said with more force, "I'll will spare your life."

"I would rather die than go with a murder," she said through her teeth.

"I kill them all if you do not," Loki said and the girl next to the woman looked up at, pulling on the end of the woman's shirt, looking up at her desperately.

For the first time since she stood up to him, Loki saw panic rage in her eyes.

"You wouldn't," she said at barely a whisper, pain in her voice, "Not for just one girl."

"Did you not see the man I killed," Loki said pointing to where he been standing, now a pile of ash, "For standing up to me alone. Now tell me, I would not kill them all, for just one woman."

Hate like none Loki had seen bloomed in her eyes with tears that followed, "I will go," she tried to say with a strong voice but the crack gave away her pain, "But only to save them."

"Good," Loki said with a smile spread wide over his face, "Come and let us leave this place."

With apparent habitation she walked to Loki, the people moving to give her room.

"Rika, no!" the girl that had been at her side screamed and charged her.

"No, Azure!" the woman, Rika, yelled turning back to face her, "No, you stay. I'll be okay, but you go home when we leave. Do you understand me, Azure, go home!"

Azure's eyes filled with tears as she nodded and sank back to her knees, watching Rika as walked to Loki's side.

Loki offered his arm to the woman, but she refused to take it, "Take my arm," Loki commanded.

She did but did not look at him as she did so. The wind picked up again and he could feel the absolute hate role off of her.

A car pulled up, screeching to a stop, in front of Loki and Rika and the door flew open. Loki pulled Rika with him as he got into the car, slamming the door behind him, "Go," he commanded.

The car took off, slamming Rika into the padded seat of the back with a cry of surprise.

"Careful, little one," Loki said as he went to help her up, "Do not hurt yourself."

Rika jerked away from him, "I can get myself up," she snapped at him, "And why do you care if I hurt myself or not, you would kill me anyways."

"Not true," Loki said as he brushed back a strained of his long black hair that had fallen, "I would not kill you, you and I are too much alike."

"I am nothing like you," she spate back at him her fury in full force, "I would never kill another because they would not bow before me. I am not a monster!"

Loki looked sad for a moment, hurt at her rejection, but did not know why. He brushed it off all the same, it didn't matter if she rejected him. He would have her in due time.

"Maybe not," he replied looking out the window to the human's city, feeling the loose of his home now, "But you are like me, more than you know. You are strong like me. I saw it, when you stood up."

Rika's glare faltered and she turned to window, seemingly ignoring the monster she sat beside, "Where are you taking me?" Rika asked after silence began to make her ears ring.

"Some place safe," Loki answered turning to look at her, "Who was that child with you?"

"None of your business," she snarled at him, "You will not touch her."

"I merely wish to know your relationship with the girl," Loki said, unhindered by Rika's reaction.


Rika sat silent again, not wanting to answer him. She had to stay strong, when he let her out of his site she would find a way back to Azure, her baby sister needed her. Rika was all Azure had left in this world.

"Rika, is it?" Loki asked.

"Yes," she said out of reflex and turned to him.

"Rika means 'eternal ruler' in ancient Norse," Loki said turning back to the window, he couldn't bear to look in her eyes, he saw pain in them, a pain that cut to his core.

"Yes," Rika replied, "My grandmother gave it to me."

"Why not your mother," Loki questioned, "Is it customary for the grandparents of you humans to name the child?"

"No," Rika said plainly then looked at her lap, fingering the bracelet on left wrist, "Our grandmother was the only family we had."

Loki heard the pain in her voice, "Where were your parents?" he asked.

"Gone," Rika said softly in a pained whisper as the memories of their abandonment was brought to the front of her mind.

She clenched her fist, she knew what he was doing, "You'll get no information out of me, murderer," she seethed.

She refused to let him believe her weak, she was not. She would not let him get inside her head, she was strong, she would get out of this as she always did. He would not manipulate her, he would gain power over her.

Loki knew the moment she shut down, she sat straight, looked forward and did not move an inch. What had she meant gone? Had she been taken from her family? That struck a chord in Loki, deep in his heart, he knew what that was like.

Loki snapped his head up. He had to focus, he could not let this girl get between him and his goal. He would rule Earth, no one would stop him. He had to keep this girl at a distance.

"When we arrive, you will be escorted to room," Loki said all emotion gone, "You are to stay there until I have need of you."

"Am I a prisoner, then?" Rika asked just as emotionless.

"No," Loki smirked and turned to meet her gaze, "You are my prisoner."

Rika paced around her quarters, going mad from the isolation. The room was well enough, large, warm, beautiful even. It was done in green, gold and black. The bed was large enough for three people, the sheet black satin, the comforter deep green cotton, and the pillows, all six of them, were incased in golden pillow cases. The walls were an amazing emerald green and the ceiling was a deep gold, reflecting the lights along the walls so that it gave the room a warm feeling. It was beautiful, really, but she couldn't help but see it as a prison cell.

Looking around, however, Rika saw that everything she needed was there: a lovely hand-carved wooden brush, a tooth brush, tooth paste, rose scented perfume, cinnamon scented perfume, and when she looked inside the closet at the far end of the room she found clothes made from the most beautifully colored material she had ever seen. They were all dresses, she noticed with a sigh, but all so devastatingly gorgeous; there were a lightest pink she had ever seen to a midnight black she swore she could see the stars shinning in. She couldn't believe someone like her kidnapper would have such wonderful things. Were they all just for her, she wondered, or had this man kidnapped other women as well?

For some strange reason, Rika hoped that they were for her, only her. She blushed at the thought of him, the strange man with long sleeked back black hair, stunningly emerald green eyes, and such a handsome face, getting all these things for her, only her. Why would he do such a thing? It was as if he wish her to be as comfortable as possible. Why would he care, she pondered. He had killed that innocent man without a seconds thought of how it might affect anyone. Why would he care if she were comfortable or not? Did he kidnap her only because she stood against him, like he said, showing she had strength like his? Or was it for another reason all together?

"I see you have found what I have provided for you," came the man's voice from the door that had been locked, "I hope it is to your liking."

She turned around to face him, hopefully hiding the fact that he had startled her. How he gotten in without her hearing?

"They are well enough," Rika replied as she pushed closed the closest door with her foot, "Though why you would care is beyond me. I'm just a prisoner, remember?"

"My prisoner," he corrected as he walked farther into the room. He wore the armor he had been wearing when they had arrived, and it gave off a feeling of power. She could see how strong he was by just the way he carried himself and progressed towards her, not moving fast or slow, but at a leisurely pace.

"Right," Rika snorted, "Like there's a difference between the two."

"Oh, my dear," he said and flashed a smile that made Rika's knees weak and her heart flutter, "There is such a difference. See," he continued closer, pushing her back toward the wall, "If you were merely a prisoner, you would not be taken care of, you would have been tossed into the basement with nothing, or simply killed. But as I said last night, you are so very much like me, I would never waste such a thing as beautiful and marvelous as you."

Did he just call her beautiful and marvelous? Why did it make her stomach do summersaults and give her butterflies? Why did he make her want to do anything to make him happy? Why was she going crazy?

Her mind was in such a chaotic mess that she didn't notice how close he was until her back brushed the wall and he was less than two feet from her.

"Who are you?" Rika asked in a cracked voice.

"I am Loki," he replied as he took a step back to bow.

Her heart stopped.

"The Loki?" she questioned breathlessly.

"One and the same," Loki flashed a wide smile.

Rika's face grew hot, and her heart jumped at that sexy grin.

Her grandmother had told her all about the ancient Norse gods and goddess. She told her that one day, two of the gods would come to Earth and there would be a great war that would claim many human lives and Rika was the only one who could stop it. Her grandmother said her blood was special, that she was decedent of the Norse goddess of protection, Hlin.

Rika remembered all of this because of that one glorious, handsome, amazing, heart stopping smile. She wanted so badly to kiss the lips that formed that sexy smile. She bit her lips, trying to force out those thoughts, he was a murdered and, if her grandmother was right, he would kill again or in the very least be the instigator to other's deaths. Why was she feeling this way? Was it only because he was a god and she was part goddess? For some reason that made her chest ache, her heart hurt at the thought of only wanting him because of something she was.

"This does not surprise you?" Loki asked true puzzlement written across his face.

"My grandmother warned me of you," Rika said quietly without thinking, "And what is to come. She said I was the only one . . ."

Suddenly she was terrified to tell him. What if he left her! Where had that thought come from? She pushed it away, she didn't have time to think like that.

"The only one what?" Loki asked moving within six inches of her.


"Nothing," Rika said as she looked up at him with those silver eyes, those eyes that cut him to his very center, like she could see to the depths of his soul.

Her voice was shaky, hesitant, she was afraid to say what she had been about to say.

"Are you afraid of me, Rika?" Loki questioned in a soft voice as he absentmindedly brushed the backs of his knuckles across her cheeks, "Do I frighten you?"

"No," she whispered as she closed her eyes at his touch, unintentionally leaning into it.

"Do you trust me, lille?" Loki asked gently.

"I. . ."Rika let the words slow, looking up into his eyes, "I . . . I don't know yet."

Loki stared into those silver eyes, those amazing eyes that seemed to see everything. He could stare into those eyes forever.

"Neither do I," he said absentmindedly.

Though he was not touching but her cheek, he could feel her heart racing.

"Loki," Rika whispered.

"Yes?" Loki asked just as softly.

"Why did you take me?" Rika asked looking up at to Loki's six foot two inch height desperately, "Why did you kidnap me?"

Loki looked back at Rika, "I don't know," he confessed.

He couldn't do this. He had to pull away from this human, she was distracting him from his goal. He had to stay away from her, he had to stayed focused. His plan was important, his plan needed his undivided attention.

But he couldn't seem to make himself look away from her rose colored cheeks and her shining eyes. The way her long, glossy midnight purple hair cascaded down around her face, over her shoulders, curling down her chest over her simple white spaghetti strap dress. The way she absently licked her lips as she became nervous with their closeness.

He noticed, suddenly they were only a few inches away from each other now. He had to pull away, he had to stop this madness.

"We're ready to go," said Clint as he suddenly walked into the room, finding Loki and Rika so close.

Loki was away from her and next to Clint in the blink of an eye, "Let us go then," Loki said walking past Clint.

"Where are you going?" Rika asked stepping toward them, a look of desperation on her face. Did she want Loki to stay? Was she as affected by what was happening between them, whatever it was, as he was?

It didn't matter. Loki straightened his back and pushed all emotion down, "It is of no consequence to you," Loki said in a harsh voice, trying to push her away from him. He would not let the human ruin his plan. He would rule Earth, if he couldn't have what was rightfully his, and in the process get back at his brother for taking his place. The thought of Thor made Loki's blood boil and he clenched his fist as he walked out, slamming the door just as Rika called out to him. Anger, yes, he needed his anger. It pushed all thought of Rika out of his mind. He could work now.

Rika told herself it didn't matter. It was better this way.

There was no way to tell time, but she knew by her tiredness it was late. But the frustration that built up in at Loki kept her from sleep. That and the damned dress Azure had talked her into wearing.

Azure.

Pain gripped Rika's heart. Was she alright? Did she need Rika?

This was Loki's fault. Her heart jolted at the rush of anger that hit her. It was his fault her sister was not with her. Her fists clinched around her dress as she yanked it off, slipping into one of the light night gowns she found in the dresser in front of the bed. It was white and soft, light as air on her skin. It made her feel like she wasn't wearing anything at all. She blushed at the thought of someone seeing her in this, but then she became angry all over again. How dare Loki think he can just leave her here, unattended, alone.

Alone.

She heart froze.

She was alone.

She hadn't been alone in so long.

The thought of sleeping by herself terrified her suddenly, she had never slept by herself, she always had Azure. She missed her baby sister now, more than ever. How well could the fifteen year girl take care of herself? She had never been alone in all her life, could she even survive on her own? She pulled on the anger she felt and held it, she could use it. She needed to get out and find her sister.

She pulled the covers back and sat on the bed and bit her lip to hold back the moan that always escaped. The bed was the softest she had ever felt. She laid back into it and sighed, suddenly over taken by the day's events. She would sleep, hopefully, and figure out what to do in the morning when she had the strength of mind to show Loki what for.

She smiled at that thought. She'd give him a piece of her mind, alright, and she wouldn't let him use any of his mind games on her again. He would not be able to make her weak to his handsome face and those deep, endless green eyes that held her gaze stronger than anyone had ever before.

"Rika, stop that," she chided herself, "It's not healthy. This is what they call Stockholm Syndrome. You will not develop feelings of any kind besides anger to this man, this god, who has kidnapped you. You will go to sleep, you will wake up in the morning, and find a way out of here."

She smiled, she always gave herself the best pep talks. She closed her eyes as she buried deeper into the covers and pillows.


She smiled as she pulled closer to him, he was so warm, so comforting. She would never stop loving the sound of his heart beat, the whoosh of his breath in and out of his lungs. He tightened his arms around her in his sleep, the way he always did, as if reassuring himself that she was still by his side. She kissed his bare chest softly, grinning when he murmured her name. She could stay like this forever, lying naked with him in bed. She loved the feel of his skin on hers, the heat he gave off drew her like a moth to the flame, she would never be able to stay away from him.

She turned over, turning her back to him so she could get sleep as well. The session of love making had worn her down, her body quivered as she remembered how it felt to have him over her, covering her, saying her name as he came with her. A blush came to her cheeks as she closed her eyes, she would always be his.


He awoke to her calling to him in her sleep, murmuring his name as she slept in his arms. He didn't want to wake her, not after she fallen asleep, but his eyes and mind were drawn to the kissable, touchable expanse of lightly sun-kissed skin she let out for display. He felt himself grow stiff again, hardening at the thought of what that skin felt like against his, moving with him. His breath came fast at the memory of had transpired only a few short hours ago and he wanted her again. He didn't think his want for her would ever end.

He leaned down and gently kissed her shoulder and smiled against she sensitive flesh as she shuddered and pushed closer to him. His hand ran down her arms, her waist, across her belly, to her most tender area, and he began to slowly massage it, doing light circles on the mound of flesh that held captive the thing he wished most to hold.

She moaned turned to him, her eyes fluttering open sleepy, and she smiled. He kissed the corner of that smile, then kissed the smile itself and was pleased when she moaned into the kissed and brought her arms up around his neck, pulling closer to him. She ran her fingers through his, now, messy long black hair, making him moan into the kiss as well and pulled her tighter against himself.

"I want you again," she said breathlessly.

"I want you, as well," he replied in a deep voice as he began to kiss her jaw and neck, "Can't you feel me wanting you?"

He rubbed his hardened self against her thigh and shuddered at the feel of her on him.

"Take me, Loki," she whispered in a moan against his ear before she toke the lobe into her mouth and suckled it, lightly nipping it, "Take me, make me give in to you."

"God, Rika," Loki groaned and clutched her tighter to him, "Don't stop that."

"Take me, or I will," she said into his ear.

"As you command," Loki said gruffly, and moved to be above her, covering her, surrounding her.

Her silver eyes grew a shade darker with wanting and she bit her lower lip in anticipation for him. He leaned down and kissed her.

He wanted her so much he hurt and as she moaned and rubbed against him, he couldn't stop himself.

He part her legs with his knees and lightly pressed against her entrance, loving the sound of her cries.


Rika shoot up in the bed, sweat pouring down her neck, chest, and back. She put a hand over her mouth to cover the cry of wanting that pulled at her throat, closing her eyes in an attempt to stop the unending cascade of want washed over her at the thought of having Loki inside of her.

She couldn't believe it. The dream had been so vivid, it was like she could actually feel him against her, teasing her, making her want to beg for it.

She bit her lips and groaned, her feminine parts growing wetter and clenching with wanting. She couldn't possibly just had that dream. How could she even dream of sex with that . . .that monster! She put her face into her hands. This was insane. She took a deep breath, it was just a dream, nothing more. She would forget it by morning, and everything would be fine. She looked down at her gown in its drench state and frown. She simply took it off, threw to the pile of her clothes at the end of the bed and laid back down.

For what seemed like a hour, Rika couldn't sleep. All her mind could focus on was that dream. What on Earth had possessed her mind to fabricate such circumstance? Was she sexually attracted to him? Could she be? He was a murderer, a kidnapper, and most likely a long list of things she didn't even pretend to begin to know. How could she be attracted to someone like that? Was her mind crazy?

She closed her eyes and let out a breath slowly, and, after a few moments, fell back to sleep.


Loki lie there, breathless. He covered his face with his hands as he lay back in his bed. The dream had been so vivid. It was like he could actually feel her moving against him, could really feel her heart pounding against her chest as he held her to him while they made love.

Loki took a deep, shaky breath. He knew she had dreamt it too, he didn't know that was possible, but he knew she had. What did the dream mean? Had she called him into her dream? Or had Loki called her into his own fantasy? True, he had been thinking of her when he lay down to sleep, but nothing of that caliber. Though, now, he felt himself long to feel her against him. It made his chest ache in a way he had not felt since . . . he pushed that thought away. He didn't want to deal with that pain when he was vulnerable, weak. He let out a long breath and sat up, throwing the covers back to stand. He paced, thinking. He felt as if he needed to do something, but he couldn't understand what. He wanted this feeling to leave, this feeling of longing. For that human woman. He didn't want anyone, didn't need anyone. He was powerful on his own. He would not share his kingdom, especially a woman who made his mind a mass of chaos.

He found himself out his door with a hand hers before he knew what he was doing, but despite how he tried, he could not force himself to let go of the knob. He put his head against the door, his brow scrunching in frustration.

'This is ridiculous,' Loki thought to himself, 'I will let go of this door's knob, walk back to my own chambers and sleep.'

But nothing happened. He didn't let go of the knob, he didn't move an inch, merely stood there in deep green satin sleep pants and nothing else, holding the way into Rika's chambers. He cursed himself under his breath and ran a hand down his face.

He would check on her, make sure she was there and okay, then turn back around and go to bed, pretending that he had never been there to begin with.

His mind seemed to agree with that plan because it allowed him to turn the knob and open the door.

He saw her lying there in his bed, in his space, and a strange warmth filled his chest at the sight of her there, the cover fallen down to her waist showing her barely sun-kissed back in the dim lighting of the room.

He quietly walked into the room up to the bed where Rika lay peacefully on her stomach, her curly hair splayed out around her body.

Without thinking, Loki leaned over her and brushed aside a strand of that deep purple hair that looked black now that lay on her face. She was beautiful, he thought, truly beautiful as she slept. There was no anger to distort her face into fierceness.

He grabbed the edge of the comforter and slid it up her body, covering her exposed flesh.

She moved, turning onto her back.

"Loki," she whispered and brought the covers up to her face to bury deeper into.

She could smell him on the blankets, he realized with a smile.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. When he stood back straight, Loki wondered what had possessed him to such a thing. Why had he kissed her forehead? He shouldn't have done that, he realized as he stared down at Rika's sleeping form. What was he doing in here? He turned and walked back out of Rika's room, once his, and walked back to his new one.

He slammed his door and paced the width of his chambers. He had to get a grip on himself, he couldn't let whatever it was about that human get the best of him.

Anger.

Where was the anger he had felt earlier? Where had it vanished to? He needed that anger to push Rika from his mind. But the harder he tried to find the anger, the more it seemed to elude him. He stopped pacing and leaned against the wall.

Her chambers are just on the other side, he thought absently and stroked the wall, I'm so close yet there stands so much between us still.

Where had that thought come from, he wondered. But it was no matter, he pushed it aside and walked slowly back to his bed to sleep.