Please read and tell me what you think. I considered doing a one shot of this idea, focusing on how angry he is at her complete ignorance of what happened between them, because of course during the Avengers he had no idea she has lost her memories of him. But I wanted to get into the initial relationship where they both fall for each other against their better judgement.
Loki was a powerful God, there was no dispute of that fact in Asgard and even on the realm thought to be the lowest in status, he had been worshipped through the ages. Midgard was a favourite place of his to visit, his mischief could be managed with ease and the blame never fell back to him. The women were beautiful –not nearly as beautiful as the Goddesses who roamed the golden halls of his home world, but beautiful all the same. They fell for his charm so easily that it was almost boring; there was no thrill in the chase anymore. At a point in their history, tribes would sacrifice their most prized virgins, feasting and drinking and chanting as Loki took the virtue from the innocent girls, smearing their blood across his skin. He was darker in his rituals that his brother, who descended in a haze of lightning and revelled in the orgies thrown at him.
He had been appearing on Midgard more and more of late, Thor's coronation was approaching rapidly and while Loki was excited for him, it meant he would be found a bride not long after. It wasn't a huge deal for the Prince, he was not bound into monogamy, he would have a woman waiting for him the moment he stepped through his door and her only duty would be to serve him. A woman for him to own was enticing, yet somehow restricting. Even though it would not be frowned upon if he slept with Goddesses on the side, he would still have to come back to this same face, the same body, night after night.
The thought tired him, he enjoyed variety and adventure, there was no fun if she bent over and presented herself to him. He did not force women to his will as he used to, when the Gods were worshipped in Scandinavia with orgies and blood sacrifices, rape was rampant. Of all the things Midgardian history had spun into myth or simply forgotten, that little detail was remembered.
In a sense he was going on a binge with the upcoming coronation, sleeping with as many people as possible. Once he settled down, more would be expected of him, not in the least was children. His wife would have to care for them of course, but Loki enjoyed being a free man, using magic to ensure he did not impregnate the Midgardian whores he visited.
He never dropped in to the centre realm without causing some sort of anarchy; his favourite kinds of mischief were those that could be broadcasted over the mainstream media, which allowed events to be shown around the world. It was similar to Asgard heralds, who carried announcements to the gathering areas, but Midgardian technology allowed for the events to be watched live, as though the viewer was at the very scene.
His latest trip had been a week of seducing married woman and he adored it. These beautiful creatures put up a mild fight, they were promised to another man and they were bound to their husbands. Loki found it amusing that women were not punished as harshly as those on Asgard if the committed adultery. But it still created a mess, divorces, argument, fights; anything chaotic was what Loki aimed for. And what Loki wanted, he nearly always got. Thor knew of his exploits, most of them anyway and kept a good deal of it hidden from their father, who believed mortals should not be treated as the Gods used to treat them.
'Humankind has evolved and grown. Respect them my son. One day Loki, you will understand' Odin's words rolled around in Loki's mind often, merely to amuse him and give him a reason to smile. He disagreed strongly and he knew that would never change. What possibility was there of humans becoming anything better than filth to him? None.
He regarded them as lesser creatures, even as he stood among them dressed like them, acting like them, but knowing he was better than them in every way possible. He walked through them with an elegant flair, feeling eyes on him wherever he went and not just because he was taller than most of them. It was an important event of some kind, a race with automobiles that were apparently designed for speed and not for transport, which is what Loki thought to original design of the vehicles were for. The people gathered to view the event within the compound all carried status. At least status relevant on Midgard. Their high paying jobs and social circles would mean nothing on Asgard.
From what he had been able to figure out, humans worshipped celebrities as though they were new deities. Woman threw themselves at famous actors or billionaires, losing their dignity and respect in a heartbeat. One time Loki had thought about taking on the disguise of a famous person to claim their women. He was disgusted at the idea, how had it even crossed his mind? Why would he want to drop his status to become one of the filthy creatures. No, that was not an option. Although, the upside would be to create a scandal that would ruin a few lives.
The city of Monaco was beautiful, that was perhaps the other attractive of Midgard apart from the women, the sights that could be found around the world. Loki was both intrigued and shocked by the way humans destroyed their forests to make parking lots and malls, it seemed like a direct insult to what they called the 'Earth'. Which was evidently their name for the realm and also the dirt through which they trudged.
Loki had a habit of crashing sophisticated events, there was always a guarantee to find stunning trophy wives latched onto the arms of husbands that could not have pulled in such beauties without money or status. The VIP section was full of the most important people in the area, people that should have been honoured to be in Loki's presence, yet knew nothing of him. The God paused as he caught his reflection behind the large bar, the polished glass reflecting his emerald eyes and raven hair quite well, reminding him of how inferior all the mortal women and men were as they moved around him.
Already the trophy wives were casting appreciative glances in his direction but for once Loki was focusing more on his mischief, than his ever present sex drive. He was at an event viewed by millions around the world, he had already reserved to create some sort of destruction. He did consider a vehicle crash, it would be so easy, a flick of his hand. But that was so amateur and he was certainly better than that. His enchanting eyes flicked down as he ran a hand over his smooth black suit, straightening his green tie. Oh if these mortals only knew how easily they could be killed. It was almost tempting. Almost. Oh but he would never hear the end of it from Thor.
Loki refused to step back as a shorter man walked past him, closely enough that there was no way of avoiding contact. Loki could have stepped back, but he also could have ripped out the man's spine before anyone even understood what was going on.
"Oh, the rude ones are out today." The man smirked up at Loki with an arrogant expression. The God said nothing, focusing to quell the blood lust rising up, maybe he should show this mortal who he was trying to mess with. Before anyone could have their heads ripped off, the man branded with Loki's target was called away by a celebrity that Loki actually recognized. Tony…. Something. Sturk? No, Stack? Something like that, Loki didn't care enough to focus. The man was apparently a genius, a womanizer and had created a metal suit that could fly. Pathetic humans, if they had not lost their roots and forsaken the Gods, they would all the power to fly in one way or the other.
Tony seemed to be the centre of attention, catching the wandering eyes of the woman gathered, perhaps more than Loki was. That could not be allowed. Loki took a step forward, already planning on destroying this threat but the sight of his new target was blocked as a woman stepped up to the billionaire, inadvertently intervening.
Loki kept his composure, though the perfectly timed appearance of this woman bothered her. Another of those 'groupies' no doubt. Or was that term only applicable to bands? To Loki's mild surprise this woman didn't seem to be throwing herself at this man, she was conversing with him. Loki could hear them if he focused, his senses were all far more powerful than those around him. The moment he decided to listen in Tony gave the woman an order and she nodded, hurrying off with brisk strides. So possibly an assistant of his then.
The assistant was heading in Loki's direction, her eyes on the bartender. She stopped only a few feet away from Loki and he caught a full glimpse of her as she stepped up to order a drink. She was stunning, that was his first impression of her when he saw her face, her features were beautiful. Not in the same way as the many women around them, whose lips and cheeks and breasts had been enhanced by a method of plastic surgery. This assistant had clearly natural features and yet she was different in some way, altered genetically. Loki could tell from first glance, though he couldn't pinpoint it. He could sense she was more energy than any of the others in the room. Apart from himself of course. She was different. Still human, still mortal, but different.
It was enough to intrigue him. She wore little makeup, merely enough substance on her cheek to hide how pale she was and a shade across her lips to match her glorious crimson hair.
Periodically Loki was struck with strange visual flashes that disappeared as soon as he blinked. When they first occurred when he was much younger he believed he was seeing the future, but that was a gift reserved only for the seers. Loki was seeing people in their true form, seeing their secrets. As he watched the assistant take a large bottle of alcohol from the man behind the bar, he blinked once and then was hit with a slight dizziness, signalling the flash. His vision focused after a moment and he saw what he was meant to, blood dripping freely from the assistant's hands. It was flowing from her palms, pooling on the floor and splattering loudly.
Loki blinked and the image was gone, the red head was thanking the bartender and moving quickly away, returning to her boss. A smirk crossed Loki's lips as he watched her walk, the long crimson curls reaching down her back, shapely hips swaying slightly with every step. She was a killer, a murderer playing the role of an assistant. Loki did not know why, but there was enough metaphorical blood on her hands to urge him to find out. It had flowed thickly, meaning she had killed many, dozens, possibly hundreds. She stepped with calm demeanour as though she was guilty of nothing but oh her ledger was dripping with red.
His decision was immediate, this woman would be his that night, he was going to hold her under him until she screamed for him, unable to walk the next day. Yes the target had changed again and this time it was for pleasure rather than business. He watched her intently, studying this rare beauty as she returned to the table Tony had been at previously and looked around, not seeing him. Oh, so she was left alone? Time for the hunter to move in on his prey.
Surprised cries and excited statements could be heard from those around him and it distracted Loki as he realized everybody's focus was moving to the large television screens placed around the luxurious room. Loki smirked deviously as he saw what the fuss was about, Tony – something, was now dressed in a racer uniform, getting into one of those the vehicles that had been designed for speed.
The woman he had set his sights on slipped out of the room in such a subtle way that even Loki nearly missed her exit. All he saw was a flash of red hair disappearing through a side door. Loki followed without hesitation, weaving his way between those who could not tear their eyes from the screens. The fact that he was God meant he had the right to shove these people out of the way and slay any who did not fall on fall to their knees and revere him, but that would have taken longer than simply moving through the crowd.
He was hit with an overabundance of fragrant perfumes, filtering out the scents that meant nothing and focused on that of the red haired woman's smell. He detected vanilla and… something else, something that was her natural scent. She was different to the other mortals and he was going to find out what she was. And then he was going to have her, every which way.
He slipped through the door he had lost her through, finding himself in a restaurant styled sort of room for those not important enough to get into the VIP area. She was ahead of him, nearly at the other end of the room and his long legs moved faster in order to keep on her tail.
Suddenly she stopped and stiffened, her body stilling as though she was walking into something. She turned slowly and locked eyes with him, wary and cautious, obviously aware that he was following her.
A mortal had just picked up on the fact he was tailing her, yet all he could think about was the beauty of those eyes.