Part One

His black leather boot almost crushed the bones in her hand as she reached for her cell phone. "Silly Midgardian," with that he shattered the device with his other foot. Grabbing her by her thick black hair he brought her up to look directly into his face, "and who is it you would cry to for help?"

"PISS OFF!"

"Ow such language from such a beautiful mouth, I think we can come up with some better uses for that bad-mannered tongue of yours." He pulled harder on her hair. She thought for sure he'd pull it all out. Somewhere deep inside her stirred something, just there in the pit of her gut.

Still holding her by the hair he led her across the room.

He'd seen her earlier that day, working with Hawkeye and some of the others. It was her hair that had done it for him, long black curls, wore lazily tied back. A lock kept swaying down into her face, finely she pined it up behind her ear. It was at that moment, she sealed her fate. It was then, he'd decided he wanted her.

The Germans here bored him and there was only so much he could tolerate out of the others. When he inquired after her, he was told she was from the America yet spent a lot of time here in Germany. Supposedly some sort of linguist. She hated SHEILD, they had something to do with the death of her husband years ago. He never bothered with any details.

The former agent had brought her to Loki's room on his command. He unsure what Hawkeye had told the woman to get her here, but clearly she had no idea what would be expected of her. If she had known his intention would she still have come? Yes, he thought, yes I think she likes this game, most women did, she just doesn't know it yet. She'll need some convincing though.

He threw her down into a wooden chair, the force was strong enough she stumbled and almost knocked the chair over. By the look on her face that seemed to frighten some of the insolence out of her.

"What is your name dear? And don't bother with the profanity, it will only vex me. Quite frankly I've always found such language, used that way, as base and unbecoming."

Standing over her like that he was very intimidating.

She wasn't intimidated easily, but she also wasn't stupid. She kept her mouth shut.

Hawkeye had told her she was needed to do some language translations. These people where not the most trustworthy she knew but she followed her escort anyway. They had gone through a few ill lit tunnels until the came to some sort of entrance. As Hawkeye requested, she went in, but there was only darkness. When she turned back, Hawkeye was gone and she knew she was hopelessly lost. It seeded her fate lay ahead, so ahead she went. Of course she had her cell phone out, there was no reception but its slight glow gave her comfort.

After a few feet she turned a small corner, her eyes had adjusted and the light of the phone allowed her to see she was in some kind of room. The walls seemed of rough stone, she could tell there was some furniture about. Then she noticed what she was sure was a four poster bed across the room.

And she could hear breathing very close by.

A wave of panic hit her. Turning to leave, suddenly, the room was lit and it threw her off balance. She had to take a moment to readjust her eyes. That was all the time he needed to come up right behind her.

Breathing into her ear, "well greetings, I wondered when you would get here. Please don't scream, not yet anyway." She could feel his grin.

She started to move quickly away, he let her get several feet, give her the idea she might just get out. In desperation tried to see if she was getting any reception on her phone as she moved quickly to the exit.

Never once, did she turn to look behind her, she just didn't want to know what was there.

With one sweep he's brought her down, causing her to curse as she hit the rough floor, hard, scraping her knees. That's when his boot had met her hand.

When he got no reply he took another chair and set opposite her, leaning forward. Only a few feet away from her, she could smell the leather of his armor. "You'll be staying here for the night. You can decide just how pleasant of an evening it is for you. For me I'll get what I want from you one way or another."

She looked up a bit from behind some of her hair. "And what is it that you want, from me?" Despite her best efforts, her voice shook.

His smile was devious and beautiful, "I want to see you plead, to beg, to accept me as the one thing that has power over you."

The woman stayed silent, glairing, trying to look as if she had more courage than she did. In her silence he continued. "I will only ask one more time… your name?"

"Sara," it burned her to give in but she'd rather pick her battles.

"And of course you know who I am?" This man was all ego.

Nodding, "your Loki of Asgard, you're in charge of this… operation."

Still smiling he rose from the chair, "see there we're beginning to know each other better already." He offered her his hand, "Now what else can we find out about Sara?"

She pushed his hand away, giving into her anger. With a flash, she was a few inches off the floor, he was holding her by her neck. Pain ran though her as he squeezed, she gasped for breath.

"It seems she is a bit willful. All the more joy inn breaking you," he pushed her back into the chair. "I will indulge you one more time," he offered her his hand again.

Trying her best to control the trembling she felt in her limbs, her arm seemed to weigh a ton as she lifted her hand to take his.

When his hand touched hers there was a surge in her. It was one of those moments, a moment where you feel sick and excited at the same time.

"Now let me tell you no more second chances, I don't want you thinking me to tenderhearted." His other hand went to his chest in a mock gesture of sincerity.

He led her to a backless love seat and guided her to sit. He however walked to the far wall, "have you eaten this evening? Never mind I'll have some wine and food brought in for us." his voice sounded casual, like he was asking what she wanted on her pizza. He pushed some sort of bell and within a few moments a guard in all black came to the entrance. The god made his "requests" and dismissed the man.

Sara eyed the entrance as Loki had turned his back to her for the moment. He was all the way across the room a good 35' feet or so away. If she really tried, maybe if she did scream… just maybe…

"You'd be dead before you got even a step away from where you sit now. I really don't want that, so please don't try to run. Really there's no place to go and no one would bother to answer your screams." He turned with the most sinful look in his eyes, "I have informed the guards there maybe some… sounds… emanating from this room, they have been ordered to ignore them."

"Well," he came to sit next to her, "It seems we have some time to kill before dinner. " She was starting to come to the full realization of what was going to happen.

He reached out just to graze her face with the back of his hand, instinctively she backed away. "If you're going to rape me, then do it, but don't expect me to sit around here and wait for it." Her eyes where facing forward, she bore a hole into the wall across from her.

"I don't want that Sara, please believe me, within the hour I'll have you pleading for it." He reached out again. She stayed stark still as he wiped a hot tear from her cheek. There was that stirring again, she pushed it down as deep as it would go.

Leaning very close to her, she could feel his breath again, something about it made her feel a bit of unrest. "Save those lovely tears for later dearest. No sense wasting them now."

Author's note - I'm still working on Visions of You just a little brake.