There was a part of her that enjoyed this. A part of her that had always, somewhere, ached for this. Being put to the test… brought to her limits. Captive, broken. A dark, consuming vine crept around her structure, keeping her locked in tight… and shrouded in despair. So, why did she crave it? Despite just wanting to return to her life… why did Lucy also want to continue down the treacherous path she was on?

Scared, depressed… but also enlightened. What was the matter with her…? Why did this feel like illness, while also feeling like complete and utter bliss?


Watching as she lay sleeping in the bed he made for her, Loki felt hunger rise to the surface. The way a predator always looked at their prey… with wicked need, with sickening arousal. What was his purpose? Why this girl out of billions to choose from? Why her? She meant nothing to him, not really. She was a shell, meant to bring him pleasure, but he could have very well achieved pleasure from an Asgardian female, yes?

Loki didn't want a match, nor did he fancy a challenger in bed. As much darkness as there was surrounding the situation… Loki wanted submission. He wanted frail, fragile… delicate Lucy. He'd been watching her for months, after all. Waiting for the right time, peeking around each little corner wherever she went… Whenever she moved. He was there, and he would continue to be there for the rest of her human life. And, yes, human lives were fleeting compared to the thousands of years Loki would see after Lucy was long gone.

As that goes, it didn't matter. For this trial – Lucy belonged to Loki, and there was nothing she could do to stop what he was going to deliver.