Imagine being the most infamous assassins in all of Asgard (possibly even in all of the nine realms.) Having succeeded in each and every one of your assignments, your identity remains a secret to all but one. One day, you are given your hardest job to date – kill Prince Loki. Upon swiftly manoeuvring your way though the palace walls and corridors, you find yourself in his chambers, only to find them empty. You move silently into the middle of the room, only to find that as if by magic, you can no longer move your body. You know at that moment that you are foolish to even attempt this job – no one can outsmart the Trickster God. After a moment a deep chuckle echoes from the corner of the room.

"Were you looking for me?" The smirk that lies upon his face can be heard in his voice, the satisfaction of seeing you struggle clear. Soon he stands behind you, one hand on your waist as the other pulls the hood of your cloak from your head and brushes your hair to one side, leaving your neck exposed to his lips. He then mutters, almost inaudibly, against the skin of your neck.

"I've been waiting for you."

This makes you scowl. "You brought me here yourself?"

His dark laugh echoes through the room once again, his hands trailing up and down your sides. His touch feels so good that even if you were able to move, you wouldn't have.

"Now, if you promise not to try and kill me, I will set you free. You see, I have a proposition for you."

"I'm listening." You followed him with your eyes to show him he had your full attention.

"Wise decision." He smiled; his cool breath blew against your ear, making you shiver slightly. "You see, I have a lot of enemies." He began.

"I wonder why?" You replied with one brow raised as you continued to look at him. He chuckled softly, his firm chest rumbling slightly against your back. "So, you want them disposed of? Fine, but it will cost you." You stared ahead again as you started to talk business.

More light caresses on your sides and his nose taking in your smell along your neck startled you somewhat. "Ah, ah, ah, let's not get a head of ourselves my dear." He scolded playfully. "I do not think it wise to go around simply assassinating half of court, at least, not just yet."

"So what is it you want of me?" You asked cautiously, trying to look at him again.

"If I release you from your current state, do you swear to be a good little assassin and not attempt to kill me?" You snarled contemptuously at his words for a moment, but nodded. So long as he did nothing funny, you had little to be concerned about, and even if it was a trick, you knew you stood a greater chance of surviving if you were capable of movement. "Excellent."

A moment later, you stumbled forward slightly, signifying that you were once more able to move. You jumped away from him like a skittish animal, and stood facing the dark haired prince, taking in his appearance properly for the first time. He was handsome, with striking features you realised as you surveyed him. "So if you do not want me to kill them, what reason have you for bringing me here?"

"The Allfather is in terribly poor health." He informed you.

You looked at him wide eyed for a moment. "So you wish for me to hurry the process along and rid you of him sooner?"

"Nope."

"You want me to perform a mercy killing?" You asked unbelievingly.

"Are you even capable of such?" He asked with a raised brow and a small smile.

"Killing is killing, but I have yet to be asked such a peculiar request." You admitted.

"No, I do not want you to put the old fool out of his misery. He cannot awaken from his Odinsleep and his health is declining of his own accord, it needs to remain as such."

"Then to be honest, I have no idea what it is you want of me."

"I want to have you by my side in case any in court objects to my rule. I am next in line officially since Thor has left, but I am wise enough to know that there are some within the high society that will not want me on the throne." He explained.

"I am no pet to be called upon by its master when needed." You snarled. "I have survived as long as I have because I remain hidden in shadows, it is where I belong."

"One as beautiful and magnificent as you deserves to be shown off." Loki smiled. You eyed him suspiciously. "Come now my dear, you must know of your own beauty. I have little doubt you have had to use it in the past."

"I am merely a little crossbreed." You dismissed. "And I do not depend on my appearance, but on my skills."

Loki eyed you for a moment, letting your words simply hang in the air for a moment before replying. "So you are of different realms you say?" You glared back. "Well, there is something to be said for inter-realm relations. You see, I want you to be close to my side as the realm transitions into my rule. If there are any upstarts or objections, I wish for you to deal with them as you so expertly know how, and I shall reward you handsomely for it." He walked behind you and approached you once more, though more cautiously this time as it was the first time since he released you from the spell. When you did not react negatively and move away, he placed his arms around you again, his lips gently caressing your still bare neck, sending a shiver down your spine and a small gasp escaped your lips. "In every way imaginable." He continued; his voice barely a whisper.

Without even thinking to, you leant further back into the Tricksters body, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you gave yourself over to the exquisite sensations he was stirring within your long neglected body. "I have to admit, that your offer is very, very tempting Prince." You sighed, slightly shocked to find your own hands had slid back and were currently on his thighs, trying to pull him even closer to you. His hand then made its way to the top of the cloak that still covered your body, and pulled at it so hard, the pin that held it fast across your torso snapped and it fell to the floor, its fall muffled by the cloak which fell from your shoulders immediately after, revealing the dress you were wearing underneath.

"Divine." Loki stated as he stared at your breasts within the dress, his nose breathing in more of your scent. "Lavender?" he noted. "What is a little think like you doing with such an expensive foreign realm essence?" He wondered aloud.

"As I stated, I am a little half-breed." You gasped as his hands made their way up the bodice of the dress and to the undersides of your breasts.

"So you are half Midgardian, how interesting." He smiled wolfishly. "So little one, do we have an accord?" He gently tugged on your ear with his teeth, which caused you to almost lose control of your legs as you moaned loudly. He chuckled deeply again. "I see you are a responsive little thing aren't you?" You did not respond as your body begged for more. Your breath continued to come swiftly. "I will need an answer my dear."

"Yes." You sighed longingly. The word had escaped your mouth before you even thought it over.

"Wonderful." There was a hint of joy in his voice as he pulled the top of your dress down onto your arm.

"How do you even know of me?" You finally thought to ask as he ravished your next and mow fully exposed shoulder.

"You are infamous my sweetling, the swiftest and most efficient assassin in the Nine Realms. I noticed your beauty one day as you move through the crowds in Vanaheim on a visit there, and used my own abilities to conceal myself from sight so to observe you. When I saw how you killed the most violent and hated of all of Vanaheim's lords, I was shocked. I never thought such a delicate little creature could be so brutal. I knew then you were perfect for my plans in every way. It is why none will think anything of you being by my side, so beautiful, so delicate looking. None will think you capable of the things that only you and I know so well that you are so proficient at doing, and I shall ensure it remains that way. As they perish, I will guarantee your alibi's in front of the entire realm with the aid of my seidr." He promised, his hands spun you around swiftly so that you were facing him, before taking your dress in his hands and tear it down the bodice, leaving it in tatters on the floor.

You could not suppress the aroused moan that escaped your lips as he finally attacked them with his own, pushing you back against the wall behind you, pushing you up it until your legs left the ground and instinctively you wrapped them around his waist. He deepened the kiss and plundered your mouth with his dominant tongue as his hands continued their exploration of your body, ridding you of your remaining clothes as they went, while you clawed at his. When finally all the offending items were either torn away in your case, or pulled down in his, Loki took you, there against the wall, making you scream and moaned as your body revelled in the pleasure he gave you, until you could take no more.