READ TAGS! Loki rapes. This is not a romance, but does have romantic elements. This is not one of my usuals. I wanted to try something a bit darker.

Tags: Rape, Rough Sex, Weak Woman, Betrayal, Explicit Sex, Explicit Language, Dark, Twisted!

Loki smiled maliciously from his glass imprisonment, SHIELD thought they had conquered him; foolish, arrogant Midgardians.

"Will you see that he gets it?" a soft voice echoed from the hallway.

Loki cocked his head, straining to hear the conversation. The voice belonged to a woman, but it wasn't Natasha's. He had just sent her off.

"A sandwich? You prepared the alien food?" Loki recognized the lanky redheaded guard's voice.

"He has been locked behind glass for days now. He needs to eat."

"Haylee, he is a feral demon. He would have killed you, all of us, if not for the Avengers and you want to bring him comfort!"

"We are the civilized ones, Sergeant. Please just give him something to eat."

"I will not! He can starve for all I care. But since you are Agent Coulson's daughter, I will allow you access. Just place the plate in the drop and press the button and be careful that he doesn't bite the hand that feeds him."

Loki crossed his arms, sneering as a small-boned mortal with voluptuous curves entered the room carrying a plate of food. She was young, maybe college age. He noted that she purposely cast her eyes to the floor as if afraid to look in his direction.

Finally, she glanced up finding his fathomless eyes peering into her soul. Nervously, she broke eye contact and bit her lip as she placed the food in the drop box.

Loki wrinkled his nose in disdain. "What is it?"

Faintly, she replied "A swiss turkey sandwich, chips, and a coke. I know it is probably not what you are accustomed to but it is nutritious."

She turned to leave, but Loki called out "Wait".

"Yes?"

"Did you make this for me because you worried that I was hungry or because you wanted to peer at the fallen god who dared to destroy your world?"

"Honestly, a little of both, but not for the reason you think."

"Haylee, right?"

She nodded confirming her name.

Poking at the sandwich as if to see if it would bite, Loki continued. "I am intrigued. Tell me your reason."

"I wanted to see why type of villain you are. Eat the sandwich. There is nothing wrong with it. I made it myself."

Loki chuckled, amused that she just assumed that he should automatically trust her. She was dressed as a civilian and from her naive demeanor, she did not serve her country's defenses. In between chews, he muttered. "Awful Midgardian food. Now elaborate."

"Ok, well there are two types of bad guys. One is someone who is naturally dark. He has no reason to be evil. He murders without remorse and receives pleasure from it. The other was someone like everyone else, but something tragic happened to him turning him into a monster. He kills just like the first type, but deep down he feels remorse for his crimes."

Loki swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, neglecting the crunchy things she labeled as chips. "And so you think just by looking at me, you can tell which type I am?"

"Yes. I can pretty much read people's soul. It is a gift that I am blessed with."

Loki smirked, his eyes fondling the young woman's cat-shaped eyes. She was quite pretty for a Midgardian. "So tell me, soul reader, what type am I?"

"I think you are the second type."

Loki laughed in a patronizing tone. "How wrong you are, little one. Did you not hear the threats I made to Natasha? I meant every word I said. "

"I heard them and I believe them."

"I would hurt you too. I would do things unimaginable to you." Loki slithered, his tone sultry, his eyes falling to her mouth, admiring her rotund lips. How he would like to feel those sensual lips clenching his lust.

"And you would regret them."

Loki closed his eyes imagining her frail body trapped beneath his hard-driving thrusts, sobbing, clawing at his chest, begging for mercy. "You are a foolish, naive mortal." No, he would not regret them.

"You murdered over 80 people in two days. Some of them were mothers who will never return to their children, some husbands whose wife is right now crying out in anguish because she doesn't understand why, and some were even innocent children who never even had a chance at life. Tell me, Loki, that you feel nothing. Tell me that you are the type of person who gets off murdering helpless children! Tell me to value life is weakness!" She said softly, compassionately, only inches from the glass pane, her tear blooming eyes holding his stoic ones.

Loki held her gaze, captivated as if bewitched by her words, his mind no longer twisting in the darkness that plagued his soul."You need to get off the ship, now."

"Why?"

Before Loki could reply Sergeant Gank stuck his head in the door. "What is taking you so long? You need to come on before someone catches you in there."

Ignoring Gank, Haylee placed her hand upon the glass. "Loki, why?" She asked, her voice frightened.

"Get away from here fast." Loki hissed, turning his back on her as Gank tugged her arm leading her out the door.