"Where do you think you're going?" Loki snarled at me. I turned to see him stood behind me with a look of pure hatred upon his face.
"I'm leaving, isn't it obvious?" I said, and began to walk past Loki before he grabbed my wrist and spun me round to face him.
"What are you do-" I began to say, but he cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were around his neck and our tongues battling for dominance. Loki pushed me up against a wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist, not once breaking our heated kiss. We broke apart and Loki kissed his way to the crook of my neck, where he bit and sucked it hard, leaving his mark on me. A low moan arose from me and I could feel Loki smirking against my neck. Looking around, I saw Loki had transported us to his room. He lifted me and walked over to his huge king sized bed. He threw me onto the bed and began ravishing at my skin, leaving no space without a kiss. It did not take long for our clothes to be stripped and tossed around the room. I think you can pretty much guess what happened next.
Loki lay behind me, kissing the crook of my neck, leaving his small marks all over my body.
"You see why you cannot leave?" he growled.
"Yes Master." I said submissively, but happily.
"And what are you?" he said.
"I am your servant My Lord" I said,
"Not anymore" he said, and stopped kissing me. I turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry Master, have I displeased you in some way?" I asked
"No, in fact, quite the opposite,"
"Then I'm sorry My Lord, but I do not understand."
"You are no longer my servant, and I am no longer your Master." he said.
"Then what am I?" I asked, He placed a silver ring on my finger and kissed me gently. When we broke apart he whispered the four words I never thought I would hear him say.
"You are my Queen!"