Notes:

WARNING: Please read tags. This story is a fast-paced smut filled with explicit underage sex. It is a mixture of romance & lust.

I wrote this after receiving so many requests on Dangerous Desires via Tumblr. Enjoy...

I know some requests were for a darker Loki with probably a little younger female than I cast here, but I don't feel comfortable writing her too young. It is just not my cup of tea. And I just can't imagine Loki being aggressive or violent toward someone so young...Sorry...

TAGS: Mentions of Child Molestation, Explicit Language, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Cousin Incest, Explicit Sexual Content, Twisted, Dark

Author's Note: I do not have degree in journalism and I am dyslexic, so yes, you will find mistakes in my writing, but I hope you still enjoy the read.

Intoxicated and weary, Loki weaved through the dancers ready to call it a night when he caught a glimpse of Baylee dancing with Ari and sucking down a chalice of wine as if it were a baby bottle. Pausing, he considered marching over and smacking her ass, but a split second later, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently and continued to his bedchamber. He didn't give a damn about that bitch Jane or her bratty teenage nieces. Jane should get off of Thor's dick and watch them better.

After a few hours of restless sleep, Loki woke groggy, his head-splitting, the aftereffects of one too many shots. Yawning as he stretched, he glanced out the open window. Damn, it is not even dawn, he mentally swore. He contemplated laying back down, but knew he would be wasting his time; once awake he was fully awake.

Splashing his face with cold water, he snagged a mug of coffee from the kitchen and strolled out into the garden to watch the sunrise. Since his mother's death, he often spent time in the garden. It had been her favorite place in the kingdom. Her prize roses flourished as if she were there, still nurturing them.

Turning a corner, he heard a faint weeping echo beyond the flowers.

Holding his steamy mug, Loki glared at Baylee, knees to her chest, face buried in her lap, sobbing softly. Damn, damn, damn, he was too tired for this. He turned to leave, but stopped, shook his head as if scolding himself and went to sit beside her.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a tone as if he really did not care, and he didn't, taking a sip of the hot brew, relishing as it glazed his throat.

Baylee knew from his voice that it was Loki. She muttered "Nothing" not bothering to lift her head from her lap. He was her sister's brother-in-law and he was the last person who would care about her problems. In fact, Loki did not care about much and it showed in his demeanor. She had spent almost an entire summer in Asgard and Loki had probably uttered three words to her.

Midgardian teens and their pathetic drama. Loki shook his head and was about to leave until he realized she was still wearing the gown from the night before and it was ripped. Something inside lurched, instinctively he pressed his hand to her back, now concerned. "Baylee look at me."

Slowly the 13 yr old mortal elevated her head and faced him, her pretty eyes were scarlet, her cheeks raw from crying. She looked like a weeping angel.

"Tell me what happened to you." He ordered, but in a soft voice.

"I fell last night." She replied, eyes cast to the ground, shame-washed, turning her face from him as if trying to conceal a shameful secret.

Loki captured her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. His mind whirling, Ari, she had been dancing with Ari last night. The boy had a reputation for having a short fuse much like his father. "Did Ari hurt you?"

Her pretty face fell, tears streaming from her pale blue eyes. "He wanted me to walk with him to the stables...to check on his stallion...and he...he.." Her little voice faded, choking on a sob.

Loki felt his stomach churn, his gut boiling with anger. Baylee was just a child! "What did he do to you?"

"He tried to kiss me and I said no, but he grabbed me...and kissed me...he hurt me!" She flung herself into Loki, burying her face into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Loki wrapped his arms around her, protectively. Nothing panged his heart more than the sound of feminine tears.

"Baylee, I know you are upset, but love, I need you to tell me, what he did to you? Did he hurt you down there?" If she replies yes, not even Odin can stop me from cutting off his dick and forcing the hot-headed whelp to eat it. Loki mental swore.

"No. He just kissed me and when I fought, he shoved me down."

Loki caressed her a few minutes before pushing her erect. "Tell me the truth, is that all he did to you?"

"Yes, that is it" and then her pretty eyes went wild with a sudden terror. Shaking from head to toe, she grabbed his hands. "Please, Loki, don't tell anyone! Don't tell Jane! She can't know! I will be in so much trouble!"

Loki stroked her face, wiping her tears away. "Don't worry child, it will be our little secret. Ok?"

She nodded vigorously. She was so beautifully naive. Ari wanted to check in on a horse in the middle of the night...mortal girls were too gullible. He smiled, hiding the fact that in about ten minutes he was going to give Ari the beating of his life.

"I saw you last night, drinking and dancing too close with Ari. You and your cousins were misbehaving."

She tried to look away, but Loki would not let her.

"He always called me a baby and I wanted to show him that I wasn't….Did I deserve what happened?"

Tears bloomed again, threatening to stream from her eyes.

Loki smiled, shaking his head no. "No, and you are right, you are not a baby girl anymore, so it is time to start thinking like a big girl. No more drinking, no more dancing with boys older than yourself, and never ever sneak off into the darkness with any male. You could have been hurt."

She whimpered, "I liked him. I thought I could trust him."

"Some advice from my experience; never trust anyone, not even the people closest to you."

Baylee captured his gaze. He had been hurt by someone he loved, someone who should have loved him. She could read it in his eyes and it saddened her. "Thank you, Loki. I will remember that." She hugged him sweetly.

Loki hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. He did not much care affection and certainly not with Midgardian children, but he still hugged her, comforting her. "Go inside and change before the castle wakes."

Baylee darted away. Loki smiled menacing, it was time to teach Ari a lesson he would never forget.

The next afternoon, Loki poked his head out his bedchamber door to Baylee beaming of smiles, holding out a vanilla cupcake with pink sprinkles.

"I baked it just for you; a thank you for keeping my secret."

Loki grinned. "I love sweets. Thank you, Baylee, and you are welcome."

Loki accepted the cupcake, but along with the gift came a big hug from Baylee.

"Thor is taking us back to Earth, I mean Midgard, today, so this is goodbye until next summer."

Loki winked at her. "Remember the advice I gave you, little one."

Loki inhaled the cupcake, smiling; she was a cute kid. Frigga would have liked her. His mother had always wanted a girl.

Notes:

So Loki is Loki. He doesn't care about much, but when he thinks that a child has been immorally violated, his good-hearted instincts take over.