What happens when the God of Mischief and Lies is the one who gets played? Knowing Loki, trouble. Retribution. Sex. Mayhem. And lots of it.
This version is placed somewhere before Thor: The Dark World, but Loki has managed to avoid imprisonment by means of "repaying" his debt to Earth. He's ready to send Daddy into Odinsleep and take his place. But he does need to take care of a few...uh...loose ends to secure his throne.
PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS: This is a mature story- hence the "M" rating. There is explicit sex and profanity. Do not read if these themes offend you.
Chapter One: In which Loki combines business with pleasure, because along with being the God of Lies and Mischief, he is also the God of Multitasking.
The party, thought Loki, was everything he would expect from Tony Stark. Shiny. Loud. Expensive. And wildly, outrageously and offensively over the top. Ostentatious in a manner so vulgar that even the supremely vain Prince of Asgard was appalled at the sheer excess. And coming from a man who celebrated his 2,000th birthday with a party that involved all Nine Realms, 16,000 whores, a river of mead and an ocean of food, that was saying something. The rumor held that the Soul Forge ran day and night to cleanse his guests of alcohol poisoning and an incalculable number of STDs. But still, he thought, this was ridiculous. Loki was dressed in an exquisitely fitted coal-black suit from Alexander Amosu, along with a black shirt, black tie, and an expression of cynical amusement. Really, why try to hide what he was? A villain. A monster to most of the world he'd attempted to conquer, but... well... water under the bridge and all that. But to the haughty Allfather, he appeared to be obeying Odin's commands to serve this wretched realm. And if he could terrify these wealthy Midgardians and infuriate Stark at the same time, well... who wouldn't?
After all, he'd grudgingly made amends to the people of Earth, fixed damaged cities and apologized handsomely. Suavely stopping himself from openly gagging, Loki had even assisted the Avengers in numerous forays against Hydra and even quelled a couple of investigative pokes from interested parties from beyond their universe who considered Midgard a tasty morsel just waiting to be swallowed up. Naturally, the God of Mischief made certain his doltish brother Thor was aware of both the threat and Loki's deft handling of the situation.
Which was why Stark's painfully grudging invitation to this party arrived via Thor's grinning mug, and why Loki kept his answering leer from stretching to feral proportions as he graciously accepted.
The raucous applause- made louder by Stark's judicious application of alcohol to loosen wallets and Gucci clutches- made Loki look up from his contemptuous appraisal. A tall woman- at least 5"10 with lovely brown hair and huge, blue eyes, stepped to the podium after a long, drunken and highly complementary introduction from their host.
"Thank you, Tony," she purred affectionately, smiling at the red-faced host. "You've always fought for the weakest among us, and I am grateful to you-" her hand swept out gracefully to include some of the other Avengers, lounging close by and all looking dashing in black tie, aside from Dr. Banner. Loki critically noted his green nemesis wore a starched shirt already damp with perspiration and his tie askew. "-for you and all the heroes among us who risk their lives daily to keep us safe. The beautiful woman's happy expression faded. "But unfortunately, our heroes are not enough. All of us must stand together to fight the cruelties, the injustices of this world. For those oppressed, brutalized, even murdered in the battle for power."
Loki looked around the cavernous room, one dark brow elegantly raised. The woman was good, he'd give her that. Her passion and that beautiful face kept every guest there in rapt attention.
"Such as the beautiful region in the Sudan," she said sadly. "Thousands- hundreds of thousands killed, maimed, tortured and torn from their families!" Tears glittered in her eyes, turning them a mesmerizing azure. The audience seemed to sway towards her, Loki noted, the shared sorrow for the region's plight clear on those botoxed faces. "But you have made the difference! The Sudanese have ended their civil war. Martial law has been raised. Children are going to school, medical care provided- even safe jobs for their parents- all thanks to you!" Graciously, the lovely woman started the applause, nodding and smiling to each guest as if they had personally been responsible for saving the country. Waiting for the applause to fade, she smiled again. "And now, the newly elected leader of the Free Republic of Sudan is here with a message from his people." Turning, she graciously led the highly decorated man to the podium, slightly turning to the audience to encourage their applause. "President Karajan, we are honored."
"We thank you, Lady Stennersson, for your kindness and your work in our country," the president said. His dark face was severe, majestic, but he unbent enough to smile at the woman, enjoying the look of worship in those huge, innocent eyes. "First- to the Honorable Tony Stark, a title. You are here now known as Sir Anthony Stark- protector and defender of the realm."
Loki took another sip of Jameson to hide his "Ehehehe." Really? A knighthood from a 'democratically' elected President? There were more than a few carefully plucked brows raised at the statement, bur Stark came up to the stage to accept his medal in a completely non-ironic fashion.
"And for you, my Lady." President Karajan's lips compressed with emotion. "You have championed my people. Risked your life during our civil war. Made peace with feuding tribal leaders. I wished to give- we all wished to give you a gift of great importance to us." The God of Lies stood taller, arms folded. "The Jewel of the Goddess." With some flair, the president lifted the cloth from a small stand, revealing a beautiful blue-green stone resting on the velvet underneath. A small murmur swept through the crowd. The jewel was priceless, though likely within the budget of anyone there. But for the small country who offered it, the stone was a gift beyond mere monetary value.
The guest of honor seemed stunned, but she gathered herself together long enough to step up to the podium and accept the beautiful offering from the president as he carefully placed the necklace holding the green-blue gem around her neck. "I am... overwhelmed," she managed, still seeming a little taken aback by the gift. "I am honored to accept stewardship of the Jewel of the Goddess for a short time, to tour and speak about your country. But I will return this beautiful treasure back to the vaults in Sudan when I have finished. It is too precious to keep." The applause rose, as Loki knew it would, the band subtly ramped up their next song and the party began in earnest.
"Lady Stennersson?" Erin closed her eyes briefly, thighs tightening on instinct from the dark, beautifully resonant voice speaking from just behind her. Turning, she looked up, then up some more to see the seven-foot tall magnificence that was Loki of Asgard.
His pale face could have been sculpted from marble, but a sudden warmth suffused those gorgeous features as he leaned closer. "I wished to offer my congratulations on your work. I have heard your work in civil rights and refugee affairs is utterly magnificent."
Damn him, Erin thought bitterly. How could you hate someone who had the sheer, unmitigated gall to take over the planet when he was so ridiculously beautiful? Who insisted on being humble and wildly effective in his assistance in ending Middle East conflicts? Who was wearing trousers so tightly tailored to those long legs that she could almost tell if the God tucked to the left or the right? Another quick glance told her it was to the left. Erin tried to stifle a painful flush when his green eyes dipped to where she'd been gazing, a slow, knowing smile creeping across those perfect lips? "Ah... thank you, Mr. Friggasson. I must return the compliment, of course. Your work in the Middle East-" She broke off in a slight gulp as the terrifying visitor from Asgard suddenly stepped closer.
"Ah, darling," he purred, "but this is your night. May I have the honor of this dance?" One broad palm reached out to her, and with a barely contained whimper, Erin put her hand in his.
'Of course, the man can dance like a dream. Damn him!' She thought irritably as Loki swept her effortlessly around the dance floor.
They did make a striking sight, his tall, dark form bent over her, moving the woman so fast that the crystals sewn into her dress glittered wildly under the lights. Steve Rogers paused to watch the couple with a slight frown. It was unlike his occasional ally to display any interest in a "good girl." But there Loki was, smiling down into Lady Stennersson's lovely upturned face and behaving in a most charming fashion. Rogers shook his head. Their guest of honor worked on the scenes in the Sudan and some of the bloodiest conflicts in the region. She'd run up against villains of every stripe. He just hoped she remembered that Loki was one of the most charming versions she'd encountered.
Meanwhile, Erin was mildly grateful she'd done most of her obligatory social rounds earlier in the evening since it didn't seem the terrifyingly handsome Asgardian was interested in letting go of her anytime soon, and if she was being completely honest about it, she didn't want him to. So when Loki finally led her smoothly out to an isolated deck to look at the city glittering below Stark Tower, she didn't resist. She stifled a little shiver as his cool hand slid over the small of her back, leaning in to point out new construction on a massive youth resource center that he'd collaborated on with Stark.
"Quite a turnaround for a man who came here to conquer," Erin remarked, feeling the chill of him against her back. The heat and fumes from the city made Loki's body hovering over hers feel arousingly good. His hands came down on the other side of her, gripping the railing.
His chuckle rumbled from his broad chest to her bare skin. "I'm no man," Loki purred, his lips just brushing her ear. "I am a God."
Carefully turning within the circle of his arms to keep from touching the arrogant creature, Erin playfully raised one brow. "Really? 'A' god? Not 'the' god, then…" Unbidden, a vision of Odin sneering down from his throne, glaring at his second-born with his one remaining eye rose in Loki's mind. From the corner of her eye, she could see his fists tighten against the metal railing, bending it. Taking a deep breath, Erin continued, "One of the demigods, perhaps? The Deity of Beautiful Suits? The Lord of Ridiculously Thick, Luxuriant Hair? Or-"
Her speculation was cut short when Loki gripped her upper arms and lifted her to look directly into his eyes. Green eyes blazing, he growled, "I am your God, little girl."
Erin could dimly feel her entire body go limp, her high heels slipping off her feet and dropping to the tile with a clatter.
Moments later they were in Loki's suite at the tower, her back pressed painfully against his huge window and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. One hand roughly grasped her hair, shaking her elegant style loose as the other hand began sliding up her smooth thigh. There was a moan trapped in Erin's throat that couldn't make it way out past the tongue of the God of Very Delicious Kisses that was currently twining around in her mouth, stroking over her teeth and suddenly sucking hard on her own. Seated directly over a thin set of underwear was the wonderfully prominent bulge that Loki's beautifully-tailored suit could no longer hide, and without thinking, the well-bred Lady Stennersson arched her pelvis up sharply, trying to get more friction against the hard weight of it. That moan finally slipped between her lips when the God of More Than Generously Sized Proportions pulled back to chuckle low in his throat.
"Why Lady Stennersson, how delightfully wanton you are. Who would have imagined such a noble creature as yourself-" Loki's taunting ground to a halt as the woman crushed between him and the glass began nibbling and licking her way down his throat, delicately tracing the pulsing cord with the sharp edges of her teeth- a slight sting as her fluttering tongue soothed the bite just after it registered in his lust-soaked brain. 'Bitch!' He groaned internally, how did this wealthy little good girl find the one pressure point guaranteed to send him into a frenzy? "-such as yourself could be so very-" Here, Loki slipped his hands on to her ass and abruptly lifted her on to his shoulders, that delicious pussy placed perfectly for him to dive in. So, he did. "Hold on, darling," he laughed greedily, "there's a curtain rod just there." Impatiently tearing the thin silk panel with his teeth, The God of Unspeakable Oral Skills proceeded to attack the pink slit before him with tongue, lips, and eventually, teeth, holding her swollen clitoris between them as the tip of his tongue tickled the little pearl. Balancing her easily with one hand, Loki slid two fingers into her channel, wiggling them as he drew her into her first orgasm. His fingers patiently brushed over the clenching walls of her pussy, stroking and pressing just so to drag the Lady Stennersson into another rapturous finish.
Erin came to her senses a bit as she felt the dark prince sliding her slowly down his body, noting with delight that not only had her delicious host apparated away his clothes but that hers were gone, too, leaving her garbed only the in the beautiful necklace gifted to her that night. Her lashes fluttered rapidly as she felt the smooth press of his hard chest against her softer one, nipples rubbing against his sculpted pectorals. "You must allow me to return the favor," she grinned lasciviously, teasingly, and Loki suddenly found himself grinning back. A purring noise came from her throat as she placed those lush lips against the silky tip of his cock, popping it back and forth in the tight seal of her lips. His head dropped back against the chilly glass of the window behind them, realizing vaguely that their positions had reversed. The delightful strumpet currently attached to his cock kept her big, blue eyes on his face the entire time, arching her neck to slide him past her gag reflex and inching his generous organ down her throat. Groaning again, Loki stroked one hand through her hair, the other resting on her cheek, feeling it hollow as she sucked harder. "Darling, I do not know how you have managed to find the time to develop such a lovely, talented mouth, given your determined efforts for world peace, but I am deeply appreciative of- Norns! Your tongue-"
She wasn't ashamed to admit that there might have been a boyfriend- or two- in the past where she might have been reviewing her schedule for the day to come while giving them oral pleasure, but this beautiful man- god- gift from the gods- before her kept Erin's attention decisively on him, his cock to be precise. 'I've never been in the habit of thinking a man's dick was beautiful,' she thought wryly, 'but that's because I'd never seen this one. What are they feeding the men on Asgard?' And really, she was correct. Loki's cock stretched to his belly button fully hard, which made her wonder just how adaptable her pussy was actually capable of becoming. Like marble, with a red, glistening tip and a wide, heavy shaft. She smiled, feeling his hand stroke her cheek without attempting to force her, though the way his other hand was fisted in her hair made her think he was perfectly capable of it. Erin was startled out of her appreciation of the God of Length and Girth when Loki pulled abruptly from her mouth, making her look up at him with surprise and a little disappointment.
Lifting Erin to her feet and laying her across the bed, he smoothly parted her knees and slid between them. Moaning as she felt the weight of his cock slide along her shamelessly wet slit, the woman tried to think. "Wait... mmmm... Loki, we need a condom, do you-"
Running his thumb up her throat, the dark man looming over her gave Erin an utterly wicked smile. "No need, darling. You are fucking a god - your god - as you might recall. You do not think I would attend to your health?"
"Oh, that's... oh, GOD!" Wailed Erin, spine snapping into a sharp arch as Loki abruptly pushed into her, working the tip of his cock inside her, then back, then to half his length, then back again to her entrance.
Pausing for a moment over Erin to enjoy her wide eyes, Loki growled, "Hold tight, little girl. Daddy's going to fuck you raw." Her answering scream as he shoved all the way through her was music, a sharp crescendo that smoothed into a erotic melody of moans and gasps from his delicious mortal as he pushed as deep inside her as he could get, even bracing his feet against to footboard to push against the girl's luscious, coiling pussy that seemed intent on squeezing him back out. "The heat of you..." Loki's teeth were gritted, her insides were like lava around his cock, making him feel like she was burning him from the inside out. Finally settling into long, slow strokes, he purred filth into her ear, enjoying her answering whimpers. "Who knew so much meat could fit inside such a little thing?" He murmured, relishing her corresponding shiver. "The stretch and pull of those sweet, fluttering walls against my cock. You're exquisite, darling. So slick and swollen, welcoming me in- ah, there you are." His greedy, pleased tone made Erin moan again, gripping at his beautifully muscled back as those knowing hips kept pounding into hers. "Did you know that your womb is guarded by four points of tissue?" Loki's face was against her's now, puffs of his breath cooling her flushed cheeks.
He was still thrusting inside her, adding in a circular swirl of his hips that was driving the Lady Stennersson into madness. It seemed he expected some answer from her, so she managed to gasp out, "Oh? R-really?"
"Mmmmm," Loki hummed in agreement, "and one must angle just so-" He grinned again as she shrieked in surprise, pain and a shocking burst of pleasure as the broad tip of his driving cock slid past her cervix and up into her womb, making Erin feel as if other internal organs were being shoved aside to make room for him. "Now, darling," he hissed into her ear, "you are skewered on my cock. And I will tell you when it's time for you to come." He could feel the scowl making its way across her expressive face and chuckled, driving in harder. "Ah- ah," he chided, "be Daddy's good girl." One rough thumb slid up and down her stretched slit as he began to kiss and bite her nipples. Feeling her strong legs begin to tighten against his ass, the God of Multiple Orgasms growled out, "Now! Come for me now, my dirty little girl!"
And Lady Erin Stennersson, recipient of 6 international awards for her humanitarian work and in the lead for nomination for this year's Nobel Peace Prize, arched her back again and screamed in a most unladylike way, clutching helplessly to the shifting muscles in this diabolical Daddy's shoulders as she came, then again as she felt his chilly come coat her heated walls, then once more hearing his savage chuckle in her ear.
As Loki looked down at her beautiful face, utterly perfect in its rapture, he caught just a glint of gold as her blue eyes widened in orgasm. A gold so bright that it reminded him of Heimdall's. Brow furrowed, he raised her chin to look more closely, but another violent pulse from her channel clamped down on his shaft, tightening him into immobility and ruthlessly squeezing another orgasm from him.
The room was silent, except for the panting and occasional gasp from the bodies still twined on the bed. When Loki tried to gently pull away, Erin made a small moan of disappointment and held him tighter. "Just for a moment?" She sighed, "You feel so good." The suave Prince of Asgard could only manage a grunt as he relaxed against her, stroking her tangled hair.
Finally, she felt his cool body pull from hers, returning quickly with a warm cloth to clean her, attending to the swollen lips of her pussy strictly more than was necessary.
"Darling," he drawled as he slid back into bed with her, "had I known how utterly delicious good girls were, I would have never embraced my dark side." Turning on his side and leaning on his elbow, Loki gave her a look of filthy intent that made Erin giggle, then groan as his hand slid down her throat to her chest, stroking gently over each breast and coming to rest over the glittering stone resting between them.
"Everyone is a balance of dark and light," Erin yawned, turning more to face him, enjoying his rough hand fondling her breasts. "We perhaps veer more one way, then back again like a pendulum. I hope you'll find your balance more in the light."
Loki's hand slowed, listening to this surprising mortal philosophize. "It's a pity you intend to return this stone to the Sudanese," he mused, twirling the chain to watch the jewel spin, refracting green, then blue, then green again against the white wall behind them. "It's so beautiful between these lovely breasts."
Erin laughed, rolling onto her back and arching her spine, giving a pleased groan to hear it pop. "Its value is in the intent of the gift," she said, "it's not as if it holds power, like your Infinity Stone." She could feel the god above her still, and she smiled up at his narrowed green eyes. "I have top-level security clearance here in the states," Erin said calmly. "That was a malignant thing. It didn't give you anything, did it? Not in the end."
For one horrible moment, the woman thought she'd gone too far, watching his utter stillness, not even breath moving his chest. Finally, Loki let out a sigh. "There is a value you can not even imagine in all manner of stones," he said finally. "Perhaps this one is not as powerful as an Infinity Stone, but it's connection to the earth gives it power- perhaps just not one yet discovered." Looking down at Erin's sleepy smile, Loki bent to kiss her, pulling up the sheet. "You should rest, darling. I intend to have you at least twice more before I allow you to leave this bed." Watching her lips drop shut and breathing slow into sleep, the dark prince sat up, leaning against the pile of goose down pillows and stretching until his muscles creaked. 'What an unbelievably rewarding find this lovely little do-gooder turned out to be,' he gloated. Running a pale hand over the stone nestling between her breasts, a pale green mist floated from his palm, somehow exciting the stone, a rotating kaleidoscope of greens and blues speeding up under his hand. Really, Midgardians had no sense of what was truly valuable- that even a simple stone could be the key to unlock an unstoppable sequence of power. One that he'd been collecting stones and preparing for, for a very long time. Laying his head on her breasts to watch the lights flash, Loki closed his eyes for a moment. He'd rest- just for a bit- then take the necklace and disappear, leaving behind a gracious note and a driver ready to take this lovely Erin home…
But when the God of Lies woke the next morning to see full sunlight streaming across the bed, what he did not find was Erin. Or the jewel. And that all of his seidrs that should have made leaving his suite impossible... neatly dismantled. "That treacherous little BITCH!" Roared Loki, swiping his hand at a Waterford crystal vase and sending it smashing into the wall, shattering in a thousand tiny chunks.