Summary: After your last mission, you get an (un)welcomed guest...or was it just a dream?
Your last mission with Steve and Clint went out of control. And that left you battered and bruised. There was nothing you could do right now. So you had to stay at home. You were more limping than walking into the kitchen, as you needed to make yourself some tea.
Picking out a cup, you waited for the water to be boiled. Pouring the hot water into the cup, you grabbed it and headed out of the kitchen, slowly turning around the corner as you let out a shriek and the cup fell onto the floor, breaking into pieces.
"That was a really nice cup of tea. Tztz." Loki said with a devious grin as he was sitting on your couch, his legs laying on the coffee table. "W-What…How…." You stuttered and tried to calm down. Your brain was working hard, all of your weapons were in your bedroom and next to the fireplace but you hadn't some right now near to you.
"Are you looking for this?" Loki held up one of your guns and then placed it onto the table, pushing himself off of the couch, heading towards you. Your head was looking from side to side, searching for anything you could grab to defend yourself but there was nothing. You wanted to scream but there was also nobody nearby who could help you. Even your phone was in the living room.
"You know, I saw you fight with my beloved brother and his new friends. And I have to say you are a very skilled fighter. I was intrigued since I first laid my eyes on you." Loki was still making his way closer to you; his hands were placed on his back, looking around in your apartment with a pleased look on his face.
You stumbled backwards and let out a loud, terrified noise as your back hit the wall. You knew Loki, you both 'met' when he was in New York, thinking he could rule over the earth. "I want you to leave now, Loki. You didn't have my permission to even get into my apartment."
Loki slanted his face to the side and his grin grew wider. "You don't show me some hospitality?" He was trying to sound appalled but you could tell by the mischief in his eyes that he wasn't as shocked as he was saying.
The shards of the cup were crunching beneath his boots as he stopped right in front of you. Your breath was going quickly; you pressed your body as hard as you could against the wall so there would be enough space between him and you. "What do you want here?" You asked him, still not letting him out of your sight. You didn't even bother asking, he was a god, and of course no door could hold him back.
"Mhm…" Loki hummed to himself and stood right in front of you, looking down. "What do I want here? Well, it is like, I am attracted by you. There is this darkness in your soul. I saw it sometimes when you fought in your eyes, that small glimpse of it." You frowned and your mouth falls open a bit. "What do you mean with that?" Your heart was pounding, he couldn't know some about your past, and not even you did know everything about it. "You can't run away with your injured leg, don't even think about it."
Loki was now standing really close; you could feel the warmth of his body. He placed both of his hands on the wall beside your head. Lowering his head to your level he grinned at you. "You could be my queen, reign with me over all of the humans." The fingers of his one hand brushed over your cheek. "Don't deny it; I saw how you reacted when they captured me. We both are alike a lot." You swallowed as your breath became quicker. "No, we aren't. I am not like you. I would never do such terrible…" Loki cut you off with his lips pressing onto yours.
Your words muffled into his mouth, you instantly placed your hands onto his chest and tried to push him away. "No…Go…away…" You desperately tried to escape but Loki was stronger and held you in place. In fact he pushed you harder against the wall, his body pressing against yours.
You pulled away and glared at him. "How dare you to even…" Again, his lips crushed onto yours, he nibbled onto your bottom lip. His other hand moved to your hip and stayed there, squeezing it softly. Your anger increased and you hit him hard into his chest with your fist. Finally this made him stop and stumble backwards a bit.
Loki rubbed over the spot on his chest and looked at you with surprise. Then he started laughing, your eyes widen and your brain started working again. As quickly as you could you turned to your left to head into the kitchen.
But you couldn't reach something to use as a weapon since Loki came up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and breathed hotly into your ear. "You can't run away from me." He took in your scent and licked over your outer ear.
His lips slowly traced over your neck, making your body tremble so you had to place your hands onto the kitchen counter to brace yourself. You were helpless, and weak. Why have you been so weak around him? He is the enemy; you shouldn't tremble and feel a knot in your stomach as he was doing these things to you.
Without any warning he slipped one hand into your sweatpants and pants as he slowly ran one finger over your slit. You gasped out and grabbed his wrist to pull his hand out but Loki just bit into your neck and sucked on that spot hardly. You moaned out, closing your eyes as your whole body was on fire, standing on your tiptoes.
A deep moan escaped his throat as he rubbed his slender finger carefully along your wetness. His tongue was pushing against your flustering pulse on your neck while he keeps sucking on that spot. You bit down onto the inside of your mouth, if he kept going with this motions you would be lost in a few minutes. You felt him harden through his fabric of his trousers and slowly rubbing his manhood against your bum.
Suddenly the doorbell rang; there was a knock and a voice calling your name. The both of you stopped with your motions, your heart pounding hardly in your chest. "Y/N? Are you awake?" It was Clint. He promised to come back and look after you. "Shhh. Don't say a word, he will leave. Don't you dare to make any noise." Loki whispered into your ear and started to move his hand again in your pants, slowly teasing. "No…" You breathe out with gritted teeth. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his hand out of your pants and turned around in his embrace. "No, he has a key. He will come in. I have to open." Loki looked at you with his devious grin. He licked over his finger, tasting you and then he kissed you again. Hard and possessively.
And then…he was gone. A gasp left your lips and you looked around confused. Trying to adjust your clothes and running your fingers through your hair, you stumbled over to your door.
Just as Clint pushed the key in, you opened the door. Breathlessly you smiled at him. But Clint frowned, his look was worried. "Are you ok? Do you have a fever?" His eyes roamed over your face, he recognized your red cheeks and some sweat was glistening on your forehead. He placed one hand onto your cheek, as he walked into your apartment, closing the door behind him.
Maybe, this was a fever after all, you thought to yourself. Just a feverish dream.