Like every morning since the chaos he spread in New York, Loki woke up in his cell, a « horrible place with a really bad hygiene standart ». Not that he was mysophobic. He just didn't like the smell of humidity emerging of the walls, the low cost material of his sheets with their disturbing mold smell, and the spiders hided in every cracks of this godamn buncker. He hated spiders. Those creatures seemed to follow him everywhere he went, just as if they knew he was disgusted by them. And those distasteful things were literally everywhere. In the past, he would have cast a burning spell that would instantly kill all of them in a finger snap. But his cell was built especially for him, with the help of a Midgardian sorcerer, a really great one according to what the avengers said. And Loki had to admit, his spell was unbreakable. It was made to contain the most powerfull magic creatures in the interdimentional univers, with the purpose of canceling the magic of the being traped inside.
He was kinda honored of being compared to ruthless demons, strong enough to consume realms in a blink of an eye.
Loki, as the God of Mischief, manipulated magic as he wished. His Frost Giant blood and the many magic lessons his lovely mother gave him have made him the strongest sorcerer of Asgard, and maybe of all of the nine realms. His magic was a liquid flowing inside of him like his blood. He could feel it. He never used his power at 100%, never had to. He was capable of partly healing himself in a rought battle, create fire and manipulate it, create as many clones of him as he wished, moove small objects (a really usefull spell in his everyday life), teleport himself in a place he already saw, create illusions (he could fake his own death by creating the illusion that someone stabed him for exemple), manipulate the memories of someone by touching their head, materialize small weapons like knives, change his sex by becomming a female, and had a great power of seduction on the feeble-minded. He also had a frost power, but he never really dared to practice it. He knew that he could freeze people and return in his frost giant form but that's all. He didnt even want to know more. He couldn't bare the fact that he was a monster. He couldn't bare this awful blue skin and those repugnant crimson eyes. Even if he controled himself, sometimes, in his sleep, his ivory skin and his emerald eyes turned into their monster form, and the air around him was as cold as his blue body.
For now, the spell of the Midgardian sorcerer didn't seems to affect his Asgardian form. Good. At least he wasn't cursed at this point. Loosing against the Avengers was enought.
He could have won the battle if only Thor wasn't in it. Heimdall must have seen him in Midgard and certainly informed Thor and the AllFather of it. But of course, he didn't saw him when he was tortured for weeks by the Chitauri, he didn't hear his call for help, didn't sens his mind slowly breaking under the tortures of the monsters.
Loki stood up and walked in the direction of the little bathroom to wash his hands, when someone knocked firmly at the metal door. The person opened it and entered in the small cell.
-Brother ? It's me.
Loki finished to wash his hands, then applied the water left on his raven hair with his usual haughtly face, and slowly joined the bedroom.
-And I thought my life couldn't get any worst, said the youngest with a smirk. What do you want Thor.
He said the name of his brother as if i twas some kind of a disease he had to expulse of his body.
-I don't want to fight you brother. Not today. I just want you to follow my orders.
The hysterical laugh of Loki resounded in the small room.
-I never knew you were so funny brother. Didn't you take me enough ? You've always been the mighty Thor, the wonderfull god of tunder, that everyone loves, the favorite son of Odin, the one that has been named king of Asgard. I only lived in the shade of your greatness, alone. I've been put in this horrible jail, and now you want me to follow your orders ? You are HILARIOUS brother !
Loki was angrily shaking. His brother was lucky he couldn't uses his powers right now. He would have thrown the metal bed at his head, stabbed him in the torso, then watched him burn to death. Well, maybe not to death. At least until he admited that the God of Mischief was better than him.
But without his magic, there was nothing he could do against this blond oaf in a fight. He felt so weak.
- And the people you killed ?! The families you destroyed ?! They didn't deserve to die just because for once you were superior. That's why I'm bringing you to Asgard, Father will decide your punishment for what you did.
The trickster became suddenly paler. He knew that he would be tortured for days, and certainly to death by the AllFather. He stepped back as Thor walked near him.
-I'm sorry brother. There is no other way.
The god of thunder approached his youngest brother to catch him. But Loki couldn't let himself capture that easily. He didn't run away, he put the « I give up » mask on his face. Thor was easily trapped by this kind of trick. When he was close enough, Loki gave him a headbutt right in the nose, and took adventage of the surprise of his brother to kick him in the stomack and run away in the direction of the open door. The moment he thought that he would finally be able to use his magic to disappear, a strong arm grabbed him and brought him back inside of the cell to throw him on the grownd. Loki coughed. He wasn't totally healed from his last battle with the Hulk and his brother was pressing on his wound. Thor put his knee on the back of his brother and cuffed him. The prisoner started to struggle.
-Get off of me you moron ! he screamed. How dare you even-
He couldn't even finish his sentence that Thor gagged him with a strange muzzle. It was so humiliating for the Trickster. Being treated like that was unacceptable for him. He was a fucking god ! The son of Laufey, king of Jotunheim ! Raised by Odin AllFather and Frigga Goddess of Magic, not sort kind of Midgardian common criminal.
The powerfull God of Thunder grabbed him and pulled him out of the prison. For one moment Loki thought about using his magic and trying to set everything around him on fire, but Tony Stark choosed this moment to appear.
-Oh hey Point Break. Looks like you've got an angry lil' goat here. How are you doing buddy ?
Loki's green eyes were full of anger, as Stark smirked.
-Oh yeah you can't talk. That was MY idea by the way, said him proudly. We are going to send you back in Asgard, Daddy wants to see you kid.
The prisonner cracked his knuckles. He was angrily shaking. Someone not as powerfull as Thor or as self-confident as Stark would have been afraid by the hate emanating from the furious god. Oh yeah, Stark will pay for that. Actually a lot of person had to pay, he thought. Heimdall, Odin, Thor, the ugly green creature and the stupid sassy humain in front of him.
Interrupting Loki's thoughts, Tony gave a strange machine to Thor. A familiar blue light was trapped inside of it. The Tesseract.
-Thank you, Man of Iron. Don't worry. If Earth needs me, I'll be back to help.
-Yeah great, said Tony with a smile. Hope you wont bring your brother back with you, I'm tired of winning.
When Thor activated the cube, Tony gave one last look at Loki. An arrogant one.
His death will be painfull.
What a boring party. Sometimes he didnt even know why he had to go to those things. Of course, he enjoyed REAL parties. The ones with a lot of alcohol , a lot of people dancing on loud music, and a lot of women. He couldn't leave a party without having 2 or 3 hot women next to him. It was a tradition. Especially since Pepper dumped him. None of them were more than a one night stand, but it was satisfiying to be able to have sex with who ever he wanted whenever he wanted.
But this party was different. It was an art gallery opening. No drunks ladies, no screams. Just a little orchestra gently playing the Vivaldi's Four . BO-RING.
-Oh hey Tony !
Stark turned around. A woman with a really short dress, high heals, and a lot of make up on was smiling at him. The kind of « I want to turn you on » smile. Welp, it was better than nothing. It was that not-that-good 23 maybe 24 years old woman or a 45 years old one.
-Hey,do we know each other? said the playboy with a smirk.
-What about introduce ourselves somewhere more... private ?
Oh gosh this girl was a freaking cliché... Tony didn't like those kinds of girls. She was a prostitute or what ?
-Yeah well uhm...I've finished my glass of champagne so, I'm gonna get an other.
-But your glass is full.
The man drank entirely the champagne.
-Now it's empty.
He headed towards the bar without a single look for the furious girl. Nah, he needed someone with more neurons. Someone to talk with at least until the end of the opening. Looking at the other women, not a lot were to his liking. What an uninteresting party... Sipping the scotch he ordered, his attention went to a group of men speaking louder than the other people. He wasn't usually curious when it's about the other, but this time, he had to admit that he was interested. In this kind of event, only a really gorgeous lady or someone as rich and famous as him got so many attention. He approached the group. Yes, it was indeed a woman. With the ten person around her, Tony couldn't see how she looked. He could only hear her voice. A calm, but however assured voice. She was telling how much the new painting of Daniel Bilmes, « Ascending into the Unknown », was fantastical.
- Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some air on the balcony. I'll be right back.
That's when she walked trough the crowd that Tony could finally sees her. And, he had to concede, that as TOTALLY his type.
The woman was slender, with long jet-black hair and pale skin. She was wearing a long, dark green velour dress with long sleeves and was really showing off her curves . She had a big egyptian like necklace and big earrings, both made out of gold, and, as a jacket, a big fur on her shoulders. She was class, hot but not vulgare, anyway, the perfect target for tonight.
He waited 2 minutes to not look like a stalker and then walked towards the balcony.
- No offense but, I personally prefer « Oracle » from Daniel Bilmes. « Ascending to the Unknown » is great but, compared to « oracle », the woman isn't truly innocent.
The black haired woman turned around. They were no surprise in her eyes when she saw who was talking to her.
-None is truly innocent. That's why I like « Ascending to the Unknown ». Daniel Bilmes painted the reality. The woman is challenging the gods, telling them that she wont be the perfect innocent girl they want, like the « Oracle ». The mix of the sad girl on the left side, that discover the truth, that she isn't like the gods wanted her, the defiance of the woman on the right side and the anger of the crows chills me.
Her voice was soft. She smilled to Tony. She was wearing black lipstick. That wasn't commun for a girl like her in a place like this. But it suited her well. Looking at her eyes more deeply, Tony noticed their incredible green color. He was pratically sure he already saw those eyes somewhere. He got closer and closer, facinated by her. Something in her was making him loose control of his body. He didn't know what. He didn't care. He only wanted to touch her. To kiss her. To take her, right here, right now in front of everyone so that everybody will know that she belonged to him for the night. All of a suden, he regained control of his body. What was wrong with him, he couldn't do that ! What happend right now ?
-Are you okay Mister Stark ? she said. You seems thoughtful.
The billionaire felt like he had been hitted by a bus, the voice of the woman resonating in his brain.
-Yes yes I'm fine. I'm fine.
He took a deep breath, and looked at the woman. She was smilling. No worries in her face. Just... her smile. Tony took nervously a slip of his scotch. What was happening to him ? He had to moove on. To think to something else.
-So, what's your name Milady ?
The Lady took a slip of her drink.
-My name is Lynae. And I don't have to ask yours, she laughed softly.
-Why not ? Noone ever ask me. It's kinda boring.
She laughed again.
- What is your name Mister «I 'm boring of being famous » ?
Tony smiled. She was funny. Even her laugh was enchanting.
-I am ...
She barely touched her hair that her parfume whipped Tony's face. It was a spicy smell, combining raspberries and embers. A strange but addictiv smell. The promise of a wild night full of pleasure. Without being able to control himself, he got closer to her and touched her hair. They were soft, strong and shiny. A little bit curly at the end. She put her hand on his shoulder.
-Mister Stark, I think you're drunk. Maybe you should go home get some rest.
-Uhm, yeah no I'm not drunk I just...
Stark searched for an excuse to bring her home.
« Tss, you don't need an excuse when your name is Tony Stark » he though.
-Would you mind if we continue this discussion on my couch ?
-Why not. This opening was annoying anyway.
-Great.
After a long trip that appeared to be endless, they finally arrived at the gigantic Stark's tower. Tony parked the car (a beautiful white Lanborghini) and opened the door for Lynae.
-What a gentleman, she said.
Looking at the tower, she asked:
-I hope there is an elevator!
Of course there were an elevator. But the billionaire couldn't be in a narrow space like this with the Lady without pounce on her. He made a strange karate movement in the direction of the tower, and in a big mechanical sound, the red and gold armor appeared piece by piece, covering the man.
-Uhm, Mister Stark? What are you doing? Lynae said.
She startled when the Iron Man grabbed her and took her into his arms.
-Let's take a short-cut, shall we?
She didn't have time to protest that the machine was already flying thorward the last floor. She hanged tightly on the robot's arm, and settled confortably against Stark.
"Sir, I detect something weird in this woman, please be carefull"
Whatever, this young lady was the only thing he wanted right now. This could be an alien that he didn't care, it's only for one night after all. She was kind, hot AND had neurons. That's all he needed to know.
Once arrived in their destination, he gently putted her down.
-Go ahead, there is the bar to the left and a big confy couch on the right, make yourself at home! I need a few minutes to take off the suit.
She said no words, only smiled soflty. She entered in what looked like an entire house but in only one floor. She put her fur on a chair, and headed to the bar. She took a big Scotch bottle and filled her glass with it. The entire glass.
-Wow Lady this isn't some kind of wine you know?
She turned around and putted her glass down on the bar.
- I know. Mister Stark, I'm not an innocent defenceless little girl. I know what I'm doing.
By saying that she lifted her dress to her knees then slowly to her thigh, showing off her wonderful thin legs, her black leather tigh high boots, thin black high socks and above all a black garter belt made out of lace. A pure beauty. A work of art. Their were so much sensuality emanating from this woman. Each of her movements communicated an extraordinarily subdued elegance. Tony was in shock in front of this show. He didn't even know what to do right now.
-Well, Mister Stark? she said with a smirk.
She drank the hole glass in one swallow.
-Impressive for a young lady, replied the mechanic.
He got closer to the bar, took the bottle, and drank six big swallows.
-What a show off.
-I know right? Can't help myself from being hot continuously, he replied.
After taking another swallow, Tony grabbed her head and kissed her languorously. She responded to his kiss even more violently, grabbing his hair with her hand and touching his torso with the other.
While kissing, he carried her to the couch and lied down on her. He couldn't stop himself kissing her, touching her, rubbing against her. It was like being released from a curse. It was so satisfying.
She took his shirt off and get on top with an incredible facility, blocking the man against the mattress. He tried to take back control but the Lady was strangely stronger.
-Do you work out or something?
She smiled but differently this time.
- Didn't I already prove it to you Stark ? Don't you remember our little conflict that ended up by you being trew out of the window?
Tony only had half a second to react when he saw a dagger rush into his direction.
He pushed the woman with all of the strenght he had (slightly weakened because all of the alcohol he drank), and the dagger went deep into his shoulder. He kicked Lynea in the chest and escaped quicky as she falled to the ground. He took the weapon off of his body with a muffled groan of pain.
-Jarvis activate Mark 42 now!
Tony dodge an other dagger that she trew at him. She stood up and ran in his direction with a bigger knive on her hand. How many daggers did she have?
The Iron Armor protected him by shooting laser beams in the direction of the threat.
The Lady barely dodged it and Tony took adventage of it and jump into the suit. The woman stopped and looked at him in a threatening manner.
-Okay, now Miss Dagger you better calm the fucking down with your toys and tell me who you are, or I'll destroy your beautiful sexy body you hear me?
"Sir, I sens a high concentration of alcohol in your blood."
That was true. Tony could hardly walk straight. Sometimes he hated himself for being a show off like this.
The dangerous woman smiled viciously.
-Don't tell me you already forgot me Stark. It's been only 3 weeks since we last met.
-I don't even know what I ate this morning so why would I remember you ? Is that why you're trying to kill me? he said with the angrily drunk dude voice.
She laughed louder and louder in a really crazy way.
-Oh really? You are so funny, Tony Stark. Didn't I destroy New York enough for you to remember me?
By saying that, a gold helmet with familiar big horns magicaly appeared on her head, with gold bracers and breastplate.
"Sir, it seems that Loki Laufeyson is back on earth"
-Thank you Jarvis I don't need you to describe me every fucking things that happens.
He took one step and suddenly falled to the ground in a miserable metal sound.
-Well? can't you handle a little bit of alcohol? Pathetic. But don't worry, I'll wait for you to be totally conscient and sober to kill you, really, really slowly.
-You're so kind Reindeer game, said the drunk man with a sarcastic smile.
What was really weird, was that even with those cold and frightening words, Tony still though that this woman was sexy as hell.
Blank. They looked at each other straight in the eye, waiting for the other to attack.
-So, now you're a hot female uh? said Stark. You had like plastic surgery, reincarnation or something? Do you still have a dic-
-Enough questions Stark. You're gonna die anyway, whatever happens.
The mechanical laughted again. Loki thought for one second about killing him right now. This arrongant man was getting into his nerves.
-Whatever happens? Even that?
The man of Iron trew at him 3 little ball made out of steel that... literally did nothing more than roll at Loki's feet.
-Can you stop being so piteous? That makes me want to finish you right now, and that wouldn't be funny.
When the god took a step in the direction of the man, the ball instantly reacted. They quickly opened, and released 3 small flat robots that rushed into Loki's neck.
Tony smirked at Loki's surprise face.
-Sorry Honey, party is over.
The electric shock comming from the robots was so violent that the Trickster falled down on her knees in uncontrollable spasm. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth as well, hardly trying to breath. She felt an incredible pain, and couldn't stop but convulse. She couldn't stand up or even stop kneeling in front of Stark. Her eyes started to cry out of pain. She already endured infinitely worse tortures but this electrochoc was still unconfortable.
Inside of her, a tornado of emotions formed. Anger. Fear. Anxiety. She suffered to much, waited for too long to get her revenge. She couldn't let herself capture again. She was already broken. It was better for her to die than continue to live, if Tony decided to send her back to her father.
-Yeaaaah I did iiiiit screamed the drunk man in front of her. WHOOOOO let's play some music Jarvis.
'Sir, I think you should call for Nick Fury to look after Loki, and go to bed. You pratically drank the equivalent of 4 full glasses of Whisky. I don't even know how you're still mooving.'
-No not Fury Jarivs... I'm Okay. I'm-
The helmet of his suit opened, and he puked all over the ground. He coughed, barely wiped out his mouth with his hand and looked at Loki, who was still convulsing.
-You know what ? the only thing I regret is that I didn't spend my night with you. What a waste.
-You... Disgust Me ... Stark...
Tony laughed and sat down on the ground, near to his vomit.
-What do I do now ? Can'T let hIm convulsing the rest of the night liKe this, right Jarvis ?
'Well, he killed more than 80 people in cold-blood, and the destruction of New-York caused more than a hundred death. Just so you know, Sir'
-Jarvis I don't care right now, I just want to go to bed. I'll deal with it-
He pucked again.
- -tomorrow.
Tony came out of his amor, and falled down on the couch.
-Mark 42, go fetch Serum B2346. And inject it on Loki 's bodY.
The armor mooved toward an other room. When he found the serum, he came back and injected it in the Trickster body.
-Stark... If you want to... bring me back to Asgard... just... kill me already
He passed out a few seconds after saying that, and the electric shocks stopped. His body shined in a green light, and the male Loki replaced the female's one.
-Okay now, bring him in a room and cuff him. Then clean this mess and...
He couldn't finish his sentence that he falled asleep.
Hello everyone! I just wanted to tell you that I am learning English, this is why there is so many mistakes... I hope you'll enjoy my story anyway!