After watching Infinity War I was overcome with grief and became inspired to rewrite one of my abandoned fics and turn it into a fun sexy Loki adventures (wait what that's not a genre? well now it is!) Although this fic does get a little dark from time to time I want to keep it fun and interesting. I have a little less than half of the story already pre-written and I am just going to make minor changes to it so my upload time should be pretty quick hopefully. Please enjoy and PLEASE leave a review, feel free to let me know if there is something you want to see to ease your Infinity War pains.

tysm xoxoxo

Life in prison was like clock-work. There was something truly mechanical about having a set time for every simple mundane task one could think of, even using the facilities. There was no love for inmates, it was easy to say they were very much despised by the warden and guards. They were animals…at least it felt that way to Olivia.

She had her stints in juvenile prison and even once in a county prison, but S.H.I.L.D prison. Now that was a whole different ball park for her, it was beginning to push her to the brink of insanity. Apparently, being a war criminal had its downside, and it was the harsh isolation and treatment in the god forsaken underground S.H.I.E.L.D prison.

Time sat at a standstill as it had for the past days/months…it possibly couldn't have been a year yet. Her cell was cold, just like it was every day. But today…today was different. The starch scent on her gray standard prison uniform wasn't as pungent as it usually was. In fact, if she closed her eyes and inhaled while she imagined daisies and meadows, Olivia could almost smell them. To her, that meant it was going to be a good day. Her routine was normal. Stare at the wall for the first few hours of the day. Wait for lunch. Do as many pull ups as she can until her arms feel like noodles. Shower. Read. Have a mental breakdown that includes regretting every choice she ever made. Throw her pillows, ruin her perfect tiny twin sized mattress arrangement. Fix it. Do crunches. Have dinner. Then cry until she fell asleep.

It was a routine that she had grown comfortable with. The lack of human contact ceased to bother her. Insanity almost caved in on her from time to time.

Therefore, when a sudden loud explosion sounded and her door was busted down revealing a handsome man in emerald green, she had to blink a few times to make sure it was real.

Finally, she thought as she sashayed towards the door that swung off its hinges. She knew Hydra would come back for her.

"Having a rough day?" She smiled as the dark haired man blew a strand of his long hair out of his face. He neared her as she stood eyeballing him with intensity. He towered over her causing her to crane her neck up to stare directly at him. Even with sweat in his brow and a few blood stains on his leather uniform, he looked nonchalant.

"Are you Olivia?" His voiced beamed as if he were royalty.

"That depends who's asking?" Her grey eyes peered to the corridor that guaranteed her freedom.

"I hear you know where the Tesseract is." He spoke as a statement and not even remotely as a question. It was clear that he knew way more about her than she knew of him. Which was literally nothing.

"If you're with Hydra then I think you already know the answer to that." Her voice trailed on in a snippy tone.

His eyes locked in with hers and a clear look of annoyance swept through him.

"You still believe they would come for you after all this time?" His brow raised. His voice was ice cold and demanding. "I work for no one but myself, now I read your file upstairs in the S.H.I.E.L.D database. So I'm giving you a choice, work with me or I can kill you right now and move on to the next person who does."

His pale hand lifted slightly in mid air and then an object that appeared to be a green glowing staff conjured in his hand. She was officially going crazy. There is no way she would believe that object truly came out of thin air.

"Seeing as you're the only person who has tried getting me out of here. Sure."

The man blinked a few times before placing his hand quizzically on his chin.

"That simple huh? Thought you would be more of a challenge." His pink lips curled into a devious smile.

An alarm blared through the headquarters building and the lights began to flicker. It was S.H.I.E.L.D's emergency protocol. They had possibly 5-10 minutes to evacuate, if not any remaining living being in the rooms would be knocked out by a sleeping gas. She had never seen the protocol in action the whole time she was imprisoned there, she had only heard rumors prior to her incarceration.

"Let us just say, I am not eager to get back to this grand palace." Her hands lifted to embellish the grandeur her cell room clearly did not have.

"Shall we then?" The man bowed sarcastically allowing Olivia to walk ahead of him.

As she stepped outside of the threshold that was the confinements of her cell a sense of relief washed over her. She was free from her restraints but now who knows what she had gotten herself into. Her silent worrying was quickly overpowered by her grand curiosity over who she had just agreed to working with. As they walked through various floors until they finally reached an exit, bodies upon bodies were either knocked out unconscious on the floor or…they were dead. The later seemed the most probable.

"Your chariot awaits." The man winked at Olivia as he reached for the handle of the black SUV that pulled up almost immediately as soon as they vacated the main exit of the building. It was truly chilling how one could sound so monotone yet full of authority.

Olivia felt the need to stare directly at her shoes, to avoid the empty stares of the rest of the passengers. Every man in the car wore black military fashioned clothing. Not a word was said to her nor did she even consider speaking. The only voice heard was of the man whom she agreed to recklessly follow blindly, whenever he gave the driver instructions on where they were heading.

Two hours passed by until the vehicle came to a stop. Relief swept through her as she was excited to finally be able to move, but then the realization of her having to spill secrets hit her. She wasn't a traitor, she had been loyal to Hydra since they took her off the streets when she was just 19. They taught her everything, but then again they weren't the ones who rescued her, or even remotely tried to.

"These will be your living quarters for the time being." The man whom she still hadn't gotten a name from guided her into a room down a rather elegant hallway. She had been blindfolded for about half the journey into the base but when they reached an elevator and she sensed that every other person that was with them had no left, the dark haired man took off her blindfold. The first thing she noticed was that he was in quite proximity to her and his eyes were a piercing and vibrant green.

Green really seemed to suit him.

"These headquarters are certainly much nicer than any digs Hydra ever provided for us." Olivia examined the room noticing it looked like a lavish penthouse she had seen in movies. It felt too good to be true.

"My room is just down the hall if you ever need anything…which don't ever need anything." He added the second half of his statement as an afterthought.

"Hey." Olivia called out noticing the man making his way towards the door.

"What now?" He steamed.

"I'm not trying to sound ungrateful but do you mind telling me what the hell it is that I'm doing? You say you're not Hydra and you're clearly not S.H.I.E.L.D, yet you have what I assume are armies working for you and frankly I'm a little lost on exactly what it is you want me to do here." Her voice was raised more than she would've liked it to but seeing as he was her only conversation, she was desperate for answers.

"Now you listen here, I do not take orders from you. I will disclose what I want to with you and if you can't obey my direct orders then-"

"Then you'll do what big guy? Kill me." She said tauntingly as she tittered close to him. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel her heart beating faster but altogether she was unafraid. She had been through hell and back, one mysterious dark haired man was nothing compared to what she'd faced.

"Watch your tone with me." He hissed tightening the grip he had on his staff-like item that he hadn't let go of since she first saw it. It was then that she noticed the glowing blue stone in the center of the staff.

"You wouldn't…would you." She smiled instantly noticing the look of shock in his eyes. "Let me guess, I'm the only one who knows where the damn rock is. The only other people besides me who knew were S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and…they weren't as understanding as me and preferred torture and death over exposing company secrets?"

The man nodded proving Olivia's point as she smiled. She was running on pure hope and somehow she had been right.

"Look I actually want to help you. I have no loyalties with S.H.I.E.L.D or HYRDA for that matter now. I just have to know what I'm getting myself into and what I get out of it."

"You impress me. And I am rarely impressed." His words sounded like a backhanded compliment, which incorporated a bitter undertone. "All will be revealed in due time. Since you know where this rock is all you have to do is be patient while my team formulates a strategy." The use of her words on his lips sounded awkward and flat. Clearly Olivia referring to the tesseract as a rock irked him.

"I can't exactly remain patient." She surveyed her surroundings second guessing her statement the moment it left her mouth. The thought of not worrying about hacking into high tech networks and surviving seemed nice.

"Sure you can." He shrugged noticing her curious gaze towards every shiny and intricate looking object in the room. She felt as if he could just feel how badly she wanted to take a steaming hot shower and lay on the king size bed wearing nothing but her robe.

His stare made her feel like he could read her mind.

"Ok. Perhaps, I could get used to this." She gave in with a smile. "But can you at least tell me your name?"

"My name is not important." The answer and tone was sufficiently vague not to warrant any follow-up questions, but Olivia felt determined.

"Well what do I call you?" Her hand shifted in the air for dramatics.

"God? Your highness? Ruler of Earth? Any of these suit me." His eyes looked serious. Olivia in that moment did not feel certain of many things but she was certain that he was officially the most vain man she had ever met.

"Yeah you probably shouldn't say weird shit like that if you ever want to make any friends." She rolled her eyes at him and moved towards the array of snacks that rested on the adjacent kitchen/dining area that came with her room.

"I didn't come here to make friends." He stated in a spiteful tone.

Here? Why did he make it seem like he was from another planet.

"Not with that kind of attitude." She grinned muttering to herself. He frowned eyeing her intensely as if he could hear her from across the room. Yet, that would be impossible.

"You look frail and malnourished." He said suddenly with not an iota of a care.

Olivia's head snapped back up to him confused. He unapologetically was looking at her body, not like it looked like anything but a grey blob in her prison uniform. While he was right she had grown very thin from her usually athletic and curvy figure in prison, but it was not something she exactly wanted pinpointed out.

"Ok I get the whole no friends thing now." She said with furrowed brows, her hand reaching for a bag of almonds laying conveniently on the marble countertop in her suite.

With an earie chuckle he began to leave her room. His footsteps sounded like a loud echo as he reached the threshold where the main door to the suite opened.

"Be up bright and early for training." He called out not even having the decency to face her. Everything about his sinister way of being sent shivers down her spine.

The moment the door slammed Olivia sighed pleased that she was finally alone. Immediately her first reaction was to run around the room and search for any bugs and cameras, just as she did on her first day of imprisonment. After all, technology was her strong suite.

"I'm free. Finally fucking free." Olivia sighed to herself as she held a décor pillow in her arms after concluding her detailed search. Every crevice and every roof of the entire suite she was given was searched by her, and there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

For the first time in who knows how long, she was truly alone. While she was physically alone in the S.H.I.E.L.D prison headquarters, she knew her every movement was being watched. Her every shower. Her every nervous breakdown. They saw everything.

Loki

She's perfect, he thought to himself as he watched her now laying on the sofa out of breath, while he remained hidden and invisible. Perhaps humans deserved more credit than he originally gave them. It was distasteful truly how his brother Thor came to rely on these petty humans, but now seeing the resilience and strength in Olivia, he could begin to understand. It was there in that moment that he watched her that he made the conscience decision to not use his scepter on her. Loki wanted her fully present and her mind untampered with. He wanted to have some fun for once.