Author's Note: this is my first story of FanFiction. The prologue will be the only part of it told in third person, then I'll switch to telling it from the OC's (Kate) point of view. I hope everyone likes it! Beware! Below the dotted line is large quantities of SMUT! Do not read if you don't like adult content.

Prologue:

Loki watched her, just like he did everyday.

He remembered the first day he'd looked upon her tall, slim figure, the day Heimdall had shown her to him. He remembered his innocently asked question "What are you watching today, gatekeeper?" and it pained him to think about what might have happened had he not inquired. He needed the sight of her. The sight of her dark-brown shoulder length hair framing her heart-shaped face, and her bright hazel eyes that seemed full of mischief. He savored the sound of her voice, of her laughter, but most recently - of her sobs. She called out to him body and soul.

She lived in a horrible home on Midgard. Her parents constantly fought and beat one another, frequently pulling her into their quarrels as well, and when she didn't participate, they hit her. Her older brother had descended into drugs to ease the pain of being a continuous failure to the family. He hated her, because she outshone him, or at least that was what their parents had told him when they weren't to busy going after each other. He wanted to hurt her, his own sister, even though he knew it wasn't her fault.

All of this Loki saw. And though he knew he could not intervene, he did, in the smallest way. He came into her dreams on the nights she was so sad that she cried herself to sleep. She began to long for sleep more and more, for the man in black who held her as she sobbed once she disappeared into her fantasies. She never knew his name, but she was familiar with his comfort, and that was enough.

One night, after coming home to an exceptionally angered set of parents, her brother began to plan. He was going to hurt her, just like he hurt the whores he slept with at parties, he was going to make her scream. He waited for a night when he knew his parents would be gone, and he called three friends over to the house.

She was scared. She knew he was angry and that he meant to harm her - he'd as much as said it many times in the past. But tonight was different, tonight he had the opportunity, and she was positive he'd take it.

When his friends arrived he led them upstairs to her room, telling them what he had in mind. They laughed hysterically, ready for the fun they were going to have with the fifteen year old girl.

She was already backed against the far wall when they came in. She had nothing to defend herself - save her fiery tongue, but at the moment it had turned to ice.

They approached her, calling he as many horrible names as they could, before they started touching her. Touching her in places she hadn't thought she'd reveal to a man until she was ready, even her brother touched her in places she knew wasn't right.

She screamed, kicked, and cried, but she couldn't fight the strength of the four young men above her. She knew what they were going to do. Silently, she prayed someone would rescue her, before she was broken.

Loki needed no further begging. He had to save her, he wouldn't let her be harmed in such a way as that. He order Heimdall open the Bifrost and, upon reaching Midgard, materialized in her room.

The four boys stopped their torment at the sight of Loki in all his black-clad, raven haired glory, and snarling furiously, attacked the Asgardian prince quite foolishly. He tossed one out the window, smiling as the sound glass shattering mixed with his screams. The other two he flung into walls, blue eyes watching in satisfaction as they lay still in crumpled heaps. When it came time to deal with her brother, Loki smirked and grasped the fool by the neck before carrying him out of the room and letting him plunge head first down the stairs. Then he turned his attention to her.

She was wide-eyed with terror and disbelief at the sight of him, tears still streaming down her face even though she knew that she was going to be spared the horrible fate her brother and his friends had had in store for her.

He was careful to approach her slowly, so as not to alarm and scare her more. She'd already had enough of a fright today and he meant to come to her as a safe haven from all she'd had to endure. When he got close enough, he bent down on one knee so he was level with her gaze and held out one hand to her.

She stared at him, not quite believing that the man from her dreams was real, real and here to save her like she'd imagined so many times. He was here to take her away from the hell she'd endured for so long. It was over... Finally over. He was taking her away.

Another sob racked through her body and she fell into his arms, burying her face in his shoulder as she wept, the comfort of him so familiar, so welcome. He shushed her and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry herself to sleep.

She awoke in a soft king-size bed, in a comfortably furnished bedroom. The walls, carpet, and bed sheets were varying shades of grey. The bed made of polished black wood as were the nightstands, desk, and shelves also in the room.

Slowly, she pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed, shivering a little as her feet touched the cherry hardwood floor. Almost running back to the bed in surprise, she noticed that she was dressed only in her camisole and underwear. Blushing, she realized he must have undressed her. The thought was awkward but not totally unwelcome.

Noticing that the entire wall right of the bed was window, she walked over to it and stood in front of the glass. Outside she saw the tops of skyscrapers and clouds, while far below her the big city moved on with all it's hustle and bustle. As she continued looking she saw the top of the Statue of Liberty... So she was in Manhattan, in a penthouse at the top of the world.

She turned around and saw the on the left side of the bed there were three doors. Two on the opposite wall, and one in the corner of the wall facing the bed. On the same wall as the bed she also saw a sliding glass door that led out to a rooftop garden. Upon her exploration she discovered that of the two doors on the far wall, the left led to a spacious walk-in closet filled with designer men's clothes, as well as a sufficient amount of garments that would fit her throughout any season. The door on the right led to a master bathroom, gray toned like the bedroom, with a large vanity, toilet, shower for two, and jacuzzi tub in the corner.

The last door opened up to a second floor landing.

She descended down the see-through stairway and into the large first level of the penthouse. Everything was quite open, the color scheme similar to the one in the bedroom. On the left was a large stainless steel kitchen, straight ahead the front door and foyer. Behind the stairs were two more doors, and to the right a spacious living room with black shelves built right into the wall housing books, a flat screen TV, and stereo system, as well an L-shaped black leather sofa, and a glass coffee table.

Sitting on the corner of the sofa nearest her was the raven haired man from her dreams. He turned to look at her with his handsome blue eyes and she approached him, settling into his lap without hesitation despite her lack of proper attire.

He held her close, happy she was his now, knowing that she was all he'd ever need. No longer would he hold secret trysts with his father's servants and mother's handmaidens. He would have her, she would be his lover.

She looked up into his face, his skin was so pale in comparison to his hair, yet he still looked dashing and attractive. She loved him, just for being there, for saving her.

He kissed her, something he'd wanted to do since he'd seen her, softly and evenly, touching her full pale pink lips to his.

She responded well, even allowing him to tilt her chin and expose her neck to his mouth, groaning as his tongue tickled her skin.

He wanted her... Oh he wanted so desperately to take her lovingly on the soft leather of the sofa, to feel his length inside her heat, to hear her softly mewing his name beneath him.

She met his gaze again. "Who are you?" she asked, it was the first time she had ever spoken to him.

He gazed, mesmerized by her beauty before replying. His voice was smooth and silky to her ears, "I am Loki, God of Mischief and Lies. And I have watched you for some time, Kate. Please, I need you."

She didn't know what he was asking, but couldn't believe that the man who'd been her savior and sanctuary was in fact a God. "I - I need you, too," was all she could return.

Her one sentence lost him. He arranged her so that she was straddling his lap and could feel his already prominent erection. He moved his hips languidly against hers, smiling in satisfaction as she moaned in pleasure.

He unbuttoned his muted, pastel green shirt, removing it and tossing it to the side.

She placed her hands on the firm muscles of his lean torso and her breath sped up as Loki's expert hands trailed up her camisole before pulling it off completely, revealing her perfectly sized, full breasts.

Shifting so that she lay on her back and he was over her, he then began kissing and teasing her breasts while her breath hitched and she groaned erotically.

Convinced she knew where he was going, he decided to move on. He slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and slipped them off, dropping them on the ground.

Trying not to startle her, he inserted one long finger into her opening, delighted to find she was wet and ready for him. It made him ecstatic to know he did this to her. He bent over and touched the tip of his tongue to her swollen clit. Her cries of pleasure only encouraged him, and he licked and kissed the oh so sensitive spot until she came panting his name.

Kate laid back, enjoying the after waves of her orgasm, of how strange yet amazing his mouth had felt on her. She wanted more.

Loki pulled off his black dress pants and boxers, freeing his straining erection. He noticed the nervous look on Kate's face and remembered that she had probably never seen a man completely bare before.

She stiffened, he was bigger than she'd thought he would be.

He leaned over her, kissing her once. "Don't worry, we'll fit together perfectly," he reassured her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He pushed her knees as far apart as he could make them and positioned himself right between thighs. She wrapped he arms around him to support herself. He pushed into her, stopping once he felt the barrier within her. He could smell sweat and sex and the scent of her fear, but he had no comfort to offer her now.

She waited as he stopped against her virginity, knowing full well she was going to experience a great pain when he finally finished what he started. When he did thrust completely into her he did it quickly, slamming all of his length into her and stilling.

Kate hissed in pain and clawed Loki's back while her muscles clenched in hurt. It had been much worse than she'd anticipated, and it didn't just go away like she'd imagined it would.

He couldn't bear to see her in such agony. "Do you want me to stop?" he murmured, running a hand across her cheek.

She shook her head, relaxing as the pain began to subside into pleasure. She liked the feel of him inside her. "No... Move."

He did as she asked, gently moving in and out of her, filling her completely. His breathing became uneven as the tightness of her walls made his climax begin to build.

His blue eyes looked down at her. "Say my name," he ordered lovingly.

"Loki," she breathed.

He slammed into her, "Again."

"Loki," she sighed as she felt her orgasm coming on, threatening to tear her apart.

He felt it too, "Don't stop!"

"Loki! Loki! Loki!" she sang as she shattered into a thousand pieces.

Moments after her, he came too, roaring as his hips hit her and he poured his seed into her. He pulled out and lay down next to her, settling her on top of him, completely drained by his release.

They stared into each others eyes, both sweaty and out of breath, two lovers completely amazed at what had happened, at how much magic had occurred in that one moment.

Loki spoke first,"I love you, Lady Trickster."

He didn't know how it had all happened. He'd made love to a fifteen year old girl. He was sure Midgard did not approve of such things... But he had no regrets, and he sure as hell wasn't giving her up, she was his.

Sooooo that's it. I hope I wrote it well enough. Bear with me please, this is my first Fanfic and I WILL get better at it. I tried to proofread it as best I could. Mind you I typed this all on an iPod... So it's not perfect. Thanks for reading! I'm gonna try to update chapters weekly but I'm a busy student so I can't make any promises on that. Reviews are appreciated!