A/N: This is my first Loki fic. I have titled it Made to be Ruled, but it could be very well named Why I Would Go To Jail If I Met Tom Hiddleston.
If you want to get right to the dirty stuff in this chapter, skip to the section after the line break. (The first section of this chapter is to introduce the OC). Have fun!
Made to be Ruled
Chapter I: Room Service
Jane was at a movie theatre with her best friend Candace, whom everybody called Candy. They were exiting the theatre after watching the very first showing of Thor: The Dark World. Jane and Candy had decided to make an extravagant experience of it, arranging a hotel room and everything.
Two young women amidst the flowing river of people, Candy twisted a strand of her long brown hair around her finger and secured eye contact with Jane. Candy's eyelids lowered a little, and Jane wondered what was on her mind.
Still giddy from the movie, Jane asked, "So, what did you think?"
Candy cast a sideways glance in the other direction before locking eyes with Jane again. Candy started walking a little closer to Jane, as if she were creating an aura of confidentiality between them. "If I got my hands on that man," Candy began in a low voice. "I would suck him dry and swallow everything he had to give to me."
Jane's eyes widened, so startled that she jumped a little, her blonde, shoulder-length curls bouncing slightly. "You – you mean Loki?"
A white grin spread across Candy's face. "Duh. Don't you think he's hot?"
Jane felt her cheeks burn. After seeing the first Thor movie and then Avengers, she had trouble admitting to herself her attraction to Loki, thinking it was abnormal to like a slender, pale man when so many muscular specimens littered the silver screen. As a woman, Jane always felt an obligation to crush on the brawny heroes, the obvious do-gooders. "I guess so. I mean, I had no idea he was so popular. I thought I was in the minority."
Candy laughed loudly, her eyes sparkling. Jane noticed a couple guys look over at Candy, clearly intrigued by Candy's vivaciousness. Although they were best friends, Jane had always envied Candy's extroverted tendencies. Jane, on the other hand, was more of a wallflower, often wishing she had the guts to do the outrageous things that Candy did naturally.
Candy put her right arm around Jane's shoulders, a mother hen taking a protégé under her wing. "Janey Janey, you have absolutely no idea, do you?" As they walked, Candy scanned the crowd, then pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Candy continued talking to Jane as she fixed her eyes upon the cell phone screen. "Hey, are you coming out later with everyone? We are totally getting drunk tonight. No designated drivers allowed. We're taking cabs."
Jane smiled. Jane had always been introverted, and often grew tired after excessive social contact. She loved people, of course, but after spending the entire day with friends and then in the jam-packed movie theatre, Jane was looking forward to a hot bath and a glass of wine in her hotel room. "I don't know, I was kind of hoping to just relax back at the hotel. Order room service." Jane added quickly, trying to make her plans sound more glamorous.
Candy smirked. "Boo, you whore," she said, and her face erupted in her charming smile again.
Jane felt another twinge of envy as she noticed a cute guy checking out Candy. Jane wished she had the power over men that Candy had. The last time Jane had a date was more than a year ago, and it had been with a guy in her university Calculus class. He had stopped texting her back, mysteriously, leaving Jane to wonder what the hell was wrong with herself.
As Candy began texting on her cell, Jane's thoughts wandered off. I wonder if there's a guy out there who really wants me?
Later that night, back at the hotel room, Jane had waved goodbye to a dolled-up Candy and immediately headed to the washroom to draw a bath for herself. As the water ran, Jane padded back out to the main area of their hotel room, headed for the telephone to order a bottle of white wine and a chocolate sundae from room service.
A low, raspy voice answered, distracting Jane for a brief moment.
"Yes, I'd like to place an order for room service," Jane began, and then listed her desires. After the voice on the other end assured her that her food would be brought up immediately, Jane politely ended the call. As she placed the phone back into its cradle, she had a brief thought about how sexy the voice on the other end had sounded. What is he doing, working for a hotel? He could easily be working for a radio station, or…
Jane lost her train of thought as she slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and into the warm bath. The sweet smell of vanilla wafted from the iridescent bubbles covering the surface of the water. Before the water reached the lip of the tub, Jane turned off the faucet, then lay back to relax.
Just as her mind began to tiptoe across the line of unconsciousness, a knock came at the door, jolting Jane out her reverie. Jane jumped out of the bathtub. The lower ends of her blonde curls, darkened with bath oils and water, clung to her shoulders. "Coming!" she called out, realizing she didn't have time to get dressed. Instead, she grabbed a white cotton towel and wrapped it around herself tightly. At first she felt self-conscious about answering the door in just a towel, but then she thought, What would Candy do? Besides, I'm sure that poor room service guy has seen worse.
Neglecting to check the peep-hole in the door, Jane turned the door knob and flung the door open, wanting to hasten the ordeal so she could get back to her bath. "Sorry, I was just taking a bath," she heard herself apologizing instinctively, holding her towel close against her as she stepped back, allowing the man to enter the room. She kept her eyes glued to the ground as he entered; only bringing her head up when his back was facing her.
First, she craned her neck to see whether the man had remembered to include the extra can of whipped cream she ordered for her large chocolate sundae. Thank God Candy isn't here to see me pig out. Jane had a voracious sweet tooth to which she surrendered only when no one was around to judge her.
After she was satisfied that her order was correctly assembled on the tray, she began to check out the man. His back still turned to Jane, she scanned his black pants and black dress shirt, which clothed a tall, lean frame. His hair was straight and shoulder-length, and so black it seemed to swallow the soft light cast from the bedside lamps. As he set the tray down on her bed, Jane noticed his elegant, long fingers and the flawless skin of his hands. She felt her breath catch in her throat. "So," she said, channelling all her energy into sounding nonchalant. "What do I owe you?"
The man chuckled softly at first, and Jane was about to repeat herself when suddenly, in a flash, the man disappeared and reappeared directly in front of her, his height overwhelming. Before Jane had a chance to react, the man clasped a cool, pale hand over her mouth and said, "You owe me your servitude."
Pure shock rendered Jane's body motionless. Her wide eyes stared up into a pair of dazzlingly beautiful green irises. Her legs almost gave way as the man's identity dawned upon her.
"I am Loki, Prince of Aasgard," he said, pressing his groin against her belly button. "And you, foolish mortal, were made to be ruled."
Jane felt her heart beat so violently she thought it would burst. Adrenaline coursed through her veins.
Loki kept Jane pinned to the wall, maneuvering his leather-clad foot to kick the door shut. His hand still firmly in place over the young woman's mouth, he warned, "If you utter but one scream, I will obliterate this entire building."
Jane nodded as best she could. Loki's hands flew away from her mouth and neck and down to her waist. With one deft move, he flipped Jane around so she was facing the wall. Then he reapplied his firm grip to each of her wrists, his long fingers being more than enough to trap her thin wrists.
Jane felt soft lips brush against her left ear. "If you wish to survive this ordeal," Loki said, his voice fluid but his words sharp. "You will obey my orders."
Jane nodded, her brain scrambling to make sense of what was happening. When she realized that her first instinct had not been to find a way to escape but, instead, to comply with Loki's instructions, she felt a cold sweat break out over her skin. She barely had a chance to question her own sanity, when Loki abruptly began steering her over to the bed, angling her so that her stomach was pressed against the top of the mattress and her knees were on the ground.
"Is this not your natural state?" Loki said. His hands roamed to the bottom hem of Jane's towel. Jane tried to free her hands but realized they were still bound together. Loki had cast some sort of spell to keep them glued behind her back, leaving his hands free to take other actions.
Loki crouched down, using his knees to spread Jane's feet apart. He slipped his right thigh between Jane's legs, increasing the distance between her knees. Jane felt an incredibly hard bulge press against her left buttock. She squeezed her eyes shut, the right side of her face buried in the duvet of the bed. She felt the corners of her mouth turn up instinctively, and then tried hastily to conceal her expression.
Loki laughed. "You are enjoying this, aren't you, you mortal slave." Self-satisfaction dripped from his words like warm chocolate.
Before Jane could decide if his question had been rhetorical, she felt a pair of cool hands slip up the bottom of her towel, grazing the front of her thighs and then quickly shooting up towards her chest, the towel hiking up along the way. Her torso still pressed firmly down on the bed, Loki wedged his hands between the towel and the soft skin of her breasts, grabbing ample handfuls and squeezing.
Loki's nose trailed down the nape of her neck, the ends of his hair tickling her shoulders. Loki inhaled slowly, catching the remnants of Jane's vanilla bath. Eyes closed, he said, "You are exactly what I need tonight, you sweet piece of ass."
Loki swiftly ripped the towel out from beneath her. Loki wound the towel around and around itself, then whipped Jane's ass once with the tip of the towel. Jane winced slightly, which brought further satisfaction to Loki. He admired the red mark he had caused to bloom on Jane's ass for only a second, before grabbing her shoulders and yanking her back onto her feet. He pressed his mouth against Jane's ear. "Undress your Master," he commanded, flipping Jane around to face him and undoing the binding on her wrists.
Jane separated her wrists with a gasp, relishing the freedom.
That is, until Loki snickered and added, "You don't think I'd make it that easy for you, now do you?"
Jane looked down at her wrists in front of her, which had been cuffed tightly together again, with only a few inches of metal chain between them. A tiny axis in which to operate.
"Now get to work," Loki said, straightening his back. Jane's eyes immediately trailed down his neck, to the buttons of his black shirt. Balancing on her toes to match his height, she reached her trembling hands up to the top button against his throat.
Loki was pleased with the speed at which she undid each of the buttons. No one can resist me, he thought, his pupils dilating at the sight of Jane's breasts pushed together by her arms.
It took only a few moments before Jane revealed Loki's chest and abdomen. Jane was close enough to see the little hairs between Loki's pectoral muscles, the subtle definition of his abdomen, the two pelvic bones leading down into his pants. Jane ran her tongue against her lips, her hands grasping Loki's belt buckle.
The buckle was more complicated than it appeared to be. As Jane fumbled for half a second, Loki's patience wore out. "Not fast enough, I'm afraid," he said, pushing Jane's fumbling hands away and undoing the belt buckle with his own slender hands. With a whoosh, he whipped the black leather belt out from the belt loops and wielded it expertly. "If you don't know what's coming next," he said, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Then I'm afraid I can't help you."
With his free hand, Loki flipped Jane onto the bed onto her stomach. Jane's cuffed hands were pressed between her thighs against the soft bed cover. Jane heard the belt whip through the air before landing smartly onto her ass. Jane felt the corners of her mouth turn up again, but this time she did not bother to hide it.
Loki sucked in his breath, becoming more aroused at seeing his young slave enjoy herself. "You crave subjugation," Loki purred. "But I will make you cry before the night is through."
Loki snapped the whip against Jane's back, precisely and expertly, until he heard a whimper escape from Jane's throat. He smirked. It had only taken three cracks of his belt to produce a reaction from her.
"Your hide is tough, but your will," he said, "Your will is weak. You will take what I have to give you, and you will beg for more."
Jane felt Loki fasten his belt around her neck, leaving just enough room for her to breathe. With one hand on his makeshift leash and one hand on Jane's stomach, Loki pulled Jane up on her feet again and flipped her around to face him. "Answer me."
"Yes, Master," Jane whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.
Loki grinned at Jane's recognition of his authority. Jane's eyes fluttered open and she saw this beautiful smile for only a second before Loki resumed his stern face. Jane gazed up at his eyes as her hands flew to the fly of his pants, undoing the button, her hands already cupped and ready to receive him in all his glory.
Jane wound her fingers around the length of him, watching his eyes slide shut with pleasure, his head leaning back, exposing the delicate Adam's apple of his neck. Squeezing with both her hands, Jane pressed her wet mouth around Loki's right nipple. Her tongue escaped to taste him. He was fresh, sweet, and delicious.
A low moan emanated from deep inside Loki. His pants fell to the floor in a puddle.
Suddenly, Loki's head snapped back up. He quickly assumed his dominant role in the encounter, scolding himself for letting go for just a moment. He was about to open his mouth to speak, when Jane interrupted him.
"My ice cream is melting," she said, looking up at him with a sly smile and innocent eyes. The feminine notes of her voice sent more blood coursing to Loki's organ.
Loki raised one dark eyebrow at Jane. She bent over, plucking the peeled banana from its spot inside the ice cream bowl. Loki sat down on the bed and pulled Jane down so that her bare ass was sitting directly on top of his organ.
White ice cream dripped from the banana as Jane brought it slowly to her mouth. Loki kept his eyes fixed on hers, his mouth parting slightly as he watched her lips begin to receive the banana. The banana was larger than average and he wondered just how accommodating Jane's mouth would turn out to be.
Loki began to speak, "You are absolutely –"
Jane quickly smashed the soft banana into Loki's mouth, giggling hysterically at her own impulsivity. Overcome with laughter, she fell back onto the bed.
Loki spat the banana out onto the floor, shocked for only a millisecond. He watched Jane's breasts bounce with her every laugh. "Oh, you have no idea what punishment awaits you now, you silly girl."
Loki tried to keep his mouth stern, but the crinkles at the edges of his eyes betrayed his smile. Jane sat back up and sucked the remnants of yellow banana from the corners of Loki's lips. Loki's hands reached up to grasp her jaw. He watched her swallow the last little piece of banana before saying, "For your benefit, I hope that did not sate your appetite."
Loki put his hands on Jane's shoulders and slid her down so that she was kneeling before him, her mouth mere inches from his thighs. Jane's jaw dropped, marvelling at how truly perfect and swollen his organ was, especially in this proximity.
Jane recalled what Candy had said earlier. If I got my hands on that man, I would suck him dry and swallow everything he had to give me. Jane stifled a laugh, thinking about how she was going to get to wrap her mouth around the most spectacular part of the God of Mischief. Jane licked her lips, suddenly ravenous.
Loki examined the expression on Jane's face and realized that she was all too eager to please him. "My sweet slave, you quiver with desire at the sight of your Master's glory." He kept his voice deep and calm. The young woman's warm breath curled around his organ and he had to close his eyes for a moment to maintain his self-control.
Before her lips could graze his tip, he thrust his hands into her hair and grasped the back of her head. He tilted her head up so that she would look him in the eyes.
"I know you want me inside of you. And I might give you what you need. If…" he trailed off purposefully, averting his eyes for a moment, leaving his woman hanging on his last word. He waited until her eyes were pleading him to finish. "You beg for me. More intensely than anything you've ever begged for in your life. More than you would beg for oxygen if you were suffocating."
"You are my oxygen," Jane breathed, swearing loyalty to her King with the intensity of her gaze. "I love you," she faltered, helpless.
"And I love... your unwavering servitude," Loki replied, smirking at the young woman's display of affection. "Now beg."
Jane's hands began to grasp at Loki's thick organ, but he slapped her hands away. Jane whimpered. Her knees were beginning to get sore from the pressure against the rough carpet. "Please, Loki," she said. "I need…"
Loki narrowed his eyes. "What exactly do you think you need from me, slave?"
"I need you," Jane said. "I need to suck you dry. And swallow everything you have for me."
Loki's eyebrows shot up for a split second. "You never cease to surprise me," he said under his breath. Then, louder, he said, "Very well, slave, you will receive what I have in store for you." Loki pushed her head towards him slightly.
Jane felt the heat collect between her thighs as she slowly brought her lips towards Loki's organ. She closed her eyes, his skin soft against her lips. She brought her tongue out and slowly licked him up and down his length, savouring every moment.
Loki moaned slightly, frustrated that this mortal was taking her time. Just as he was about to reprimand her for her indolence, he felt her warm, wet mouth completely surround him. He had been in control up until this point. His eyes drifted shut as he felt himself hit the back of the young woman's throat. He considered thrusting into her mouth to punish her for making him lose his self-control, but he didn't want to interrupt the tantalizingly sweet rhythm that she had started.
Jane glanced upward, her eyes hazy with desire. She let her eyes roam over Loki's form. He had his arms out behind him, supporting him as he leaned back. His head was tilted all the way back, allowing Jane to admire his jawline. In this position, his chin was like a beautiful arrow pointing to the heavens. Jane began to eat Loki with increasing passion as she gazed at every aspect of his perfect arms and torso.
Loki's thighs began to tense, and his deep moans conveyed that he was approaching the edge. He brought his head up again and watched Jane pleasure him like she had been born for this sole purpose. "Wait," he said, his hands suddenly in her hair again. He pulled her away from him. "Bend over. I want to come inside you."
Jane thrust herself forward, despite the hold he had on her hair. "Fuck that," she said, her lips glossy, and enveloped him in her mouth again.
Loki smirked at this mortal's brazen words. "What have I done to you," he murmured, his long fingers toying with a strand of her blonde hair. His thumb stroked her cheekbone. Loki was admiring his work. "An hour with me and you're already a vixen."
Jane tore herself away for one brief moment, just to say: "I'm your vixen, Loki."
Loki hummed with pleasure, satisfied that not only had he persuaded this mortal to willfully subjugate herself to him, but that he had turned her into a little sex kitten, too. He loved exerting power over others, and wielding power over a sexually submissive young woman was the sweetest thing of all.
Jane continued to pleasure him, and watched as his eyebrows began to tilt into a silent expression of pleading, of vulnerability. Loki's moans hitched up a register. Loudly, he cursed and called his slave's name, and Jane kept her mouth around him, receiving her reward. She consumed him in every way possible.
Jane didn't notice that her jaw was sore until Loki had collapsed backwards onto the bed. He was completely spent. Jane licked her lips, ensuring she tasted every stray drop. As she moved up towards his face, her tongue grazed his pelvis, his abdomen, his chest and, finally, his neck.
Loki was perfectly still, save for the rise and fall of his chest. Jane hovered above him; her wrists still bound, she put her elbows on either side of his sweet face to prop herself up. She noticed a bead of sweat at Loki's hairline on his smooth forehead, which she softly kissed.
Jane wondered if it was possible to count each of Loki's long, black eyelashes. As she contemplated this, Loki's eyes slowly opened. His gaze found her gaze.
Jane saw a man with no more walls, no more barriers, no more tricks. Loki's eyes crinkled with a smile. He raised his head off the bed. Jane closed her eyes, anticipating the softness of his lips on her mouth.
Instead, Loki sank his teeth into the side of her neck. With renewed vigor, Loki flipped his woman onto her back and pressed his groin between her legs. He snickered at the look of shock on Jane's face.
His dark voice rose up from his throat. "Your turn."