CHAPTER 1

She stepped on the brake listlessly until the blue SUV came to a gradual halt. In a seemless motion, she shifted the transmission from R to P and quickly brought her hand up to the keys. She twisted the keys and heard the motor die and released the keys, letting her hand fall lifelessly to her thigh, palm pointing to the grey ceiling of her Tuscon as if to say, That's it, world! I surrender. Her body collapsed back into the driver's seat and Kate let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was just another day at work. Overworked. Unappreciated. Underpaid.

She mustered enough strength to look at her face in the rearview. "Well, here we go again," she droned to herself. "Another day in paradise." It was days like this that felt the worst. No sooner did she leave her unrewarding, trying workplace, Kate arrived at her home, where she also felt overworked, unappreciated and underpaid. Underpaid, she thought. If I had gotten a nickel for every diaper I've changed, meal I've made and load of laundry I've done, I'd have the mortgage paid off by now. What Kate failed to consider is that if she had gotten all those nickels, her husband would probably spend it on the latest Blu-Ray release, some unnecessary gadget or her daughter would somehow find the nickels and flush them one at a time down the toilet or throw them at the dog.

She looked at her beautiful yet tired reflection one last time in the rearview, cleaned some lipstick off the corner of her warm lips, and pushed her chichi sunglasses back on her forehead to hold her hair back.

"Well," she sighed, "here goes nothing." Kate pulled the handle on the driver's side door and swung it open. Thank God the neighbors weren't around to hear me, she thought, otherwise they are going to call the loony bin and have me carted away once and for all. As the door pushed wide, she reached back across her body and lifted her workbag and her purse off the passenger side front seat. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, a thought which made her smirk. With the bags inched up her forearm, she yanked her empty travel mug from the cupholder and slithered out of the door. With her right elbow she pushed the door closed and began the march up the front steps of her home.

She could feel the late afternoon early May sun kiss her cheeks and scalp and warm her body. As she trudged up each step, she thought of everything she'd have to do once she got inside. Dinner. Step. Get the baby. Step. Change the baby. Step. Clean up after dinner. Step. Give the baby a bath. Step. Put the baby's pajamas on. Step. Get ready for work the next day as hubby finally gives a hand by reading the baby a story. Step. At the top step, Kate fumbled for her keys and unlocked the front doors to her house. She wasn't even in the house yet, but already the tension in her neck and back was overbearing.

Having pulled the glass door open, followed by the front door, she dropped her bags at the base of the stairs. Might as well get the mail too since I do everything else around here, she mused. She marched back to the front door, popped out like a meerkat and flipped open the metallic black lid of the mailbox. It landed with a clank against the dull brick wall of their house. She dug her hand into the mailbox and pulled out a stack of pieces, courtesy of the kind lunatics at U.S. Mail. As she pulled the mail back towards her body, an errant piece of mail caught the lid, which caused Kate to fumble the mail all over the front stoop. Typical, she frowned. Fucking typical.

Kate stepped out onto the stoop and squatted down. By now, her skin was crawling. He charcoal grey slacks were pinching at her calves and thighs. Her leather jacket was squeezing her too hard. Her shirt was pulling on her skin.

"Every fucking time I try to do something…" she muttered softly but angrily, scooping up the mail, "Why is it that every fucking time, I do something so simple…" she continued sharply. Each thought was soon replaced by an angrier, more frustrated thought.

Kate trudged back in the house and slammed the mail down on the kitchen counter. She quickly thumbed through the mail, categorizing each piece. Bill. Bill. Junk. Jack's. Jack's. Bill. Entertainment Wee- She was stopped in mid- sentence. There he was. When she flipped over her husband's latest copy of the movie, music, television and book magazine, he was there staring right back at her. Tom Hiddleston. Loki. Those cold, calculating eyes which pierced right into her soul. That soft, milky skin that she wanted to run her hands over.

Easy, Kate thought to herself. For now. Kate quickly took her jacket off and slung it over the dining room table. And that's when she noticed it for the first time. The strange, stoic silence filled the house with blissful nothingness. Nothing. No dog barking. Nothing. No farting, cursing, movie-quoting husband. Nothing. No baby crying. Nothing. Sweet, sweet nothing. Kate turned and pulled open the cherrywood cupboard that hovered above the dishwasher. She grabbed the blue plastic cup and for the first time, questioned the morality of her calm over the stunning silence in her house. Should I be worried, she thought. I hope everything is okay. It probably is. When she turned after grabbing the blue cup, that is when she noticed the handwritten note taped to the refrigerator. As she approached it, a look of growing concern covered Kate's face. Before she reached the fridge, she used her right big toe to take off her left shoe, and she gracefully kicked it across the floor. She altered toe and shoe and soon felt the cool tile under her feet, as she glided across the kitchen.

Dear Katie,

The kid was awake. Your mother said she wouldn't

go to sleep. You've been busting your butt to keep

the house clean, and take care of everything so I

figured I'd give you the afternoon off. We went to

the park. I took the dog with me. After we're done there

I'm taking her and the dog to see my parents.

Enjoy the silence! Get some rest. I'll see you around

7ish.

Love ya!

-me

"Yes!" Kate could not have asked for a better… treat? Reward? No. Opportunity. Immediately her mind raced with ideas of what she should do. She could get ahead of bill-paying. No, no. Wait! That was it. She could bake. Bake- Bake- What? Bake what? No. Well what about cleaning? Certainly the house needed dusting and a good vacuuming.

"Fuck it," she declared. "I'm taking a nap." But after those words exited her mouth, she had an even better thought: a warm shower, then a nice, long, Spring afternoon nap. It was the least Kate could do for herself. Not only was she taking care of a husband, and a baby and a dog, but she was neglecting the one person that needed attention the most: herself.

"Yup," she confirmed. "Fuck it fuck it fuck fuckity fuck it! A nap and a warm shower it is." Kate left the kitchen and entered the front hall, where she secured the glass door, then the front door to her house. She then came back into the hall and closed the strong wooden door and locked it behind her. Her mood suddenly changed. It was as if a dark, ominous thunderhead dissipated leaving nothing but sunshine and blue skies in her mind. She even bopped and danced down the hallway to the jazzy tune she had begun to hum. She moved and grooved all the way into the master bedroom where she cracked the windows to let in some crisp, warm air.

In the master bathroom, Kate stood in front of her mirror and stared at herself, turning her head. After examining her cheeks and ears and hair, she began to undress. She took off her necklace and placed it on the sink. She removed her wedding ring and engagement ring and placed them on the shelf. She then opened up the door to the shower stall in the master bath and turned the hot water on.

She returned to the mirror and stared at herself. Suddenly, as she unbuttoned her blouse, a sensation overcame her that she had not felt in quite some time. As she removed her blouse, there was a strange sensation across her skin that felt like invisible goosebumps. As she unhooked her red and white plaid bra, she gazed at her own breasts, and her firmly erect nipples. The tiny bathroom was slowly filling with steam, which soon covered the mirror. She closed her eyes as she unbuttoned her slacks and slid them down. In her mind, he was there. Loki was standing behind her, that evil, seductive smile, and those strong hands. It was his hands that were gripping her pants and sliding them off, not her own. Suddenly, Kate felt a tingle inside of her and the spread of a slow, magical warmth. As she pulled down her matching plaid thong, again, her mind's eye painted the picture of that demigod slowly hooking his thumbs into the waistline of her thong as he slowly pressed his chest to her back and pulled them down, methodically, allowing his fingers to brush the front of her thighs.

"Get in the shower," was all Loki said to Kate, but that is all he needed to say. Kate quickly got into the shower after opening her eyes and closed the door snugly. She let the hot water beat down on her face, and it then trickled down her lower back and across each cheek. Turning, it now sizzled as it struck her neck and the warm liquid ran down her breasts and stomach.

"Oh my God," Kate sighed. She closed her eyes and again her mind began to wander. There he was standing outside the shower door. He stared at Kate as she let the warm water make love to her body. He took off his helmet revealing his slick, jetblack hair.

"Dance for me, and if you are lucky, I will make you my plaything on Asgard." She couldn't believe what he was asking of her. She couldn't believe he was standing there watching her shower. After a moment, she could not believe she was succumbing to her command. As the water continued to embrace her body, Kate began to slide and slither while standing in the shower.

"Y- Yes," was all that passed through her lips. She seductively continued to move slowly to some imaginary song in her head. As Loki began staring up and down Kate's body, drinking in each beautiful curve, Kate realized what a unique opportunity this was that had been presented to her. As she danced, she used her biceps to form a V and push her breasts together. The God of Mischief exhaled as he gazed at her cleavage. As she released her ample breasts from their momentary embrace, she turned around and pressed her torso to the wall. Then without warning, Kate arched her back and pushed her luscious ass for Loki to stare at.

As the water beaded against her curves, Loki could also slightly see her deepest of feminine secrets.

"My, my," he uttered, "you are more mischievous than anticipated." With a deep stare over her shoulder, Kate saw that Loki was removing his garments. Her eyes absorbed his skin. First his shoulders, then his slender abdomen, and finally his turgid cock which stood at attention like a soldier. His hand pulled open the door and he entered the shower with Kate.

"I'd give up my father's throne and make you my concubine, if I wasn't destined for glory," Loki whispered at Kate. His hands reached around her ribs and soon cupped her breasts. His fingers spread wide as he felt the warm water between his fingers, on Kate's soft, warm nipples. Kate let out a soft moan, as she grinded her ass into Loki. As her entrance danced across Loki's spongy thick helmet, he too let out a slight whimper. Loki surprisingly was at Kate's whim. He leaned in and kissed her neck.

Kate's inner most depths quivered and ached. She spread her legs slightly in her mind. Loki's manhood penetrated Kate, causing her knees to slightly buckle and hinge. She could feel his head pass her lips and the ridge of his cock slowly push deep inside of her, inch by blessed inch.

"Oh, God, how I've wanted this," she trembled. Loki carefully pushed his thin white hips forward, allowing his fleshy knife to explore Kate's most carefully kept secret. As he pushed deeper and slowly dragged out, Kate could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Her clit was white hot and all she needed was for Loki's long fingers to touch her and she would cum. My, how she wanted to cum.

Soon, Kate met Loki's rhythm and as he pulled back, she thrust forward. When Kate pushed her gorgeous ass back, Loki would press his hips until they met her backside. The slow dance that they had begun had its desired effect on Kate as she could feel the slow build of warmth and insatiable lust build up inside of her. Faster and faster, the two bucked and danced. As if Loki had read her thoughts, as he fucked Kate softly yet firmly, his right hand released Kate's breast and slid down her body to her warm wet slit. He reached his fingers through Kate's trimmed hair and right before he reached her clit, he whispered in her ear.

"Cum for me, my beautiful star." And with that, his index finger began moving up and down and across Kate's clit.

"Oh, Loki! Fuck yeah! I'm cumming! I'm cumm—" But before Kate could allow that last exclamation to pass through her lips, Loki lurched forward and his tongue quickly found hers. With his quick movement, Kate began to cum even harder. As their tongues intertwined, Kate let out a deep guttural moan.

"Mmmmph! Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmmph!" Her body twisted and grinded as she came. The warmth and tingles spread throughout her body as her ferocious orgasm overcame her. She had to pull away as she continued to pulsate.

"Oh my God! I need you. Please, cum inside me! Please!" Kate exclaimed.

"Your wish is my absolute command," Loki grunted and he continued to thrust. Back and forth, back and forth, for to Kate felt like a blissful eternity. His hands continued back to her breasts which he strongly caressed and fondled. Finally, his breathing became erratic. Kate knew what this meant. She tightened her inner most muscles, wanting to milk Loki's firm, thick cock of all its sweet nectar. Soon, Loki began to shutter and his release began.

"Arrrgh! Gods!" Loki leered. "My sweet morning star!" His rigid shaft and purple head spurted stream after stream of white seed deep inside Kate. Kate felt his veins in his shaft pulsate as each pulse of warm liquid passed through. Soon, Loki's thrusts ceased. His thin pale body collapsed forward and again his lips found Kate's. They embraced softly.

Kate opened her eyes and let out a soft breath, letting both her fantasy fuck with Loki and her orgasm fade. Wow, she thought. I am going to sleep like a baby. Her body still calming down from her intense orgasm, Kate turned towards the shower head and resumed her cleanse. She grabbed the bar of soap from its perch and washed herself. After shampooing and rinsing each sudsy bubble from her brown hair, she extended her arm and shut the water off. She stood there for a moment and let the warm water drizzle off her body onto the shower floor. She opened the shower door and reached for a towel.

As she stood there, her body warm, clean, tingly and relaxed, Kate began to towel off the water. Where did that come from, she wondered. As she put on her bathrobe and wrapped her hair in the towel, she answered her own question. Who cares where it came from, but thank God it came. She still had a nap to tend to now. With her body dried under the robe and her hair drying under the towel, Kate left the master bathroom and re-entered the master bedroom.

As she stood in the doorway, she stared at the bed. How the hell did that get in here, Kate asked herself, staring at the bed, perplexed. There he was again. Loki. Staring at her from the EW that was half on her pillow, half on her comforter. Did I bring that in, and almost immediately she wanted to kick herself. No, Kate, she laughed in her mind. It heard you were giving away free fucks to all things Loki, so the magazine folded itself into a paper airplane and landed perfectly on the bed, unfolded itself, and acted like a perfect gentleman waiting to go down on you. Kate energetically dried her hair with her soft Egyptian cotton towel.

She stared at herself in the mirror, hoping Jack would do something for dinner tonight. It was Friday and that meant there was a cornucopia of take-out to choose from. Pizza, barbecue, Chinese. Whatever, she thought. He's a grown man, he can take care of himself.

Satisfied that she was going to be able to go to sleep comfortably, Kate unwrapped her hair from the towel and approached her husband's side of the bed and turned the table fan onto medium for background noise. She stared down for but a moment at the EW that sat on the bed, teasing her. She rounded back to her side of the bed and hoisted the magazine off the bed

"Oh, Loki," she said, half-jokingly and half-seriously. "If only you were here, the fun we could have. You made me a secret, naughty girl." She placed the magazine on her chestnut colored nightstand. She peeled back the blankets and hopped into bed, her bathrobe still clinging to her tightly. It wasn't long before Kate's warm, clean body began to relax even more than when it had exited the shower. Her eyes get exceedingly heavy. She began to drift into a deep…

…deep…

…sleep.