The Ruining of Loki Laufeyson
Summary: Loki seeks a woman to satisfy those needs of the physical sort. He cannot satisfy himself fully with that of an Asgardian woman. He does not crave to be dominated, he does not want an equal match in physicality. No, Loki wants a woman that will subjugate to him, and only him. Loki wants a woman to rule, to own, to ruin. He can only find her on the feeble planet... On Earth.
Rating: M, for smut.
World: Asgard, Earth (etc.)
Movies, or Comics: Just basing him off my general knowledge. Probably be ooc. Bear with me.
Why: Because, well, I am experimenting, and it was inspired by the world of Tumblr. (follow me? .com)
Please R&R!
Alone in the woods, whilst running as fast as her feet could take her, Lucy wiped away tears of fear. Absolute fear.
She could hear him after her, his footsteps seeming to echo in her ears no matter what direction she went. He knew exactly what turns she was making and when. Lucy could not bare the thought of being captured, being murdered. What ever it was this man was planning to do with her could not possibly be of the enjoyable sort. When she'd seen him, Lucy could tell that he was harboring intentions of dark deviousness.
Surely, if he wanted to kill her though, he could have simply done it already.
Lucy's tears continued to fall as she wished that he would just.
She had just been with her family, with her boyfriend of three years. Stroll through the park, when a flash of blue that overtook everyone in the park.
Lucy regained consciousness before anyone. She screamed at the sight of her boyfriend, laying on his back, face covered in scratches. She thought him dead, but there had been no time for Lucy to check when the man that caused the flash, came up on her, and stared down into her chocolate brown eyes.
His were emerald... The most brilliant and dreadfully beautiful emerald she had ever seen.
That was when Lucy mustered enough energy to jump up, and spring into the woods.
She didn't know that he would actually bother to follow her.
Then again, why would he not?
Lucy tried her hardest to quicken her pace through the woods, making a maze of turns just to try and ward the man off. It was really no use.
She convinced herself that she should just let him take her.
Lucy's body told her otherwise.
Unexpectedly, Lucy's foot was caught by a root from a large oak tree. It moved, manipulated, and wrapped around her ankle tight enough to cut off the circulation.
What is this! Lucy screamed in her mind, not wanting to speak, in fear that the man would hear her...
It had to of been his sorcery that made the tree take hold of her.
She was as good as dead now, Lucy supposed.
Sensing him, hearing his breath, and feeling the dark energy that came from him, made Lucy's heart quicken. In the distance, she could see the horns of his helm, reflecting off the sunlight above him. Another brilliant sight that terrified her. She should not be so compelled by him at that moment, but there was a tug in her chest that was trying to convince her otherwise.
What was this man doing to her?
There was laughter, and the man suddenly appeared from behind the tree.
The figure in the distance phased away.
Lucy jerked her head up to look at the man, who leaned in close, hunching on his heels, almost kneeling to look at her.
He grasped her chin with such force.
"I am Loki of Asgard. I am the God of Mischief, I am a king, and you will be my harlot. My pet. I will own you, and there is nothing you can do to stop this, my dear."
The voice dripping off a silver tongue was threatening and sultry.
Lucy was in awe of his eyes.
"Do you detest?"
What could she say?
Did he just call himself a God... a King?
Lucy wanted to speak, but the grip around her jaw was unwilling to let her do so.
"Well!" He said it through his perfectly lined teeth, white, and Lucy whimpered at the loudness of his frustration.
She nodded her head as best she could, before being hoisted off the dirty ground, and into Loki's sharp embrace. He was pleased with her answer, knowing all too well that she had no other option to choose from.
He would not have killed her, had she detested him. No. Loki would have taken her any way.
Lucy could not help but clasp her fingers around Loki's left bicep, as he leapt, high into the sky, where a whirling wind, and a crushing atmospheric pressure surrounded the two of them.