She looked up Stark tower at the beam shooting into the sky. She had to check it out. She made her way through the evacuating people running from the offices. She got in the lift and rode it as high as it would go. She emerged from to the lobby of the penthouse. She heard explosions and crashes from outside. Cautiously she moved into the room, keeping out of sight.
She saw one of the Chitari sleds fly up past the window, another followed it and exploded. She saw a man, clearly not an alien crash and roll on to the balcony of the pent house. His helmet came off and he quickly got to his feet, preparing to be attacked.
She looked at his long black hair and flowing green cape. Just as she started to check him out, he was smashed through the glass by the Hulk. They started to argue and the handsome man yells to the hulk "Enough! You, all of you are beneath me! I am a god you puny creature!" Loki stood his ground and yelled at the Hulk. "And I will not be bullied..." The Hulk grabs Loki with one hand grasping both his ankles.
He then, in quick succession, flung Loki around and smashed him against the ground like a doll.
"Puny god." The hulk walked off and jumped down off the balcony to fight more Chitari. She was him lying there. Then she heard him cough and wheeze. She was surprised he was still alive. And knew she had to help. She snuck out of the room down the stairs to a lower floor. She rummaged through the room. She found a room with medical supplies and grabbed a back and stuffed it with supplies. She grabbed a Stoke's littler and fixed it to an industrial box trolley.
She went back up in the lift. As she quietly walked in, she saw him still embedded in the floor, still wincing in pain. She put down the bag and the litter. She knelt down beside him with hand softly placing over his. "Hi, do you need help?"
Loki said nothing, he moved his head slightly to look at her.
"I saw what that freak did to you. I'm surprised you are not dead!" She began to look him over and assess his injuries for treatment order. "What's your name?"
"Loki." He softly coughed. She stroked his hair to reassure him. She moved down to his feet and bent his foot back.
"Push against my hand." He did but not much movement and a lot of pain. He groaned. She slid her palms up his legs, checking for fractures and dislocations. She lifted his coat off his waist. She exposed his hips and pressed them firmly with both hands. He screamed out. "Sorry, I'm not trying to hurt you." She changed the position of her hands and examined him. "It looks like your femurs are dislocated from your hips." She carefully bent his leg up and positioned herself with his shin on her chest, one hand on the inside of his thigh.
She reached across his body to take up his opposite arm and suddenly pulled his arm and pushed her body weight down on him. Loki cried in pain. He started to sob and she quickly moved up beside him and lent down and stroked his hair and placed her hand on his shoulders. She wiped the tears from his face. "Please don't cry. I didn't want to hurt you, I had to put your femurs back in." He nodded. "Loki. Please hold on. I have to do your other leg." She kissed his forehead and moved down to his other side. She bent up his leg and slid her inside hand down the inside of his thigh. He held the other arm in a monkey grip.
"Wait." He begged. "I, need to." Too late, she pushed down on his bent leg and his femur popped back in. He screamed out and she carefully lowered his leg. She slid her hand slightly up the inside of his thigh. She paused and didn't move her hand suddenly. She felt warmth on her palm through his pants. She knew it was one of only two things and she didn't want to startle him more by drawing attention to it by suddenly pulling her hand away.
She patted the back of his hand that was resting on his stomach. Trying to reassure him. She could see him silently crying. "I couldn't help it." He softly said. She slowly moved her hand from the wetness growing down his leg. She moved up and kissed him again, this time on the lips.
"Don't worry about it." She smiled and let him see her sincere smile. "I'm don't hate you for that." She turned away and placed his coat back over him, covering his shame. She got the litter and trolley. She took out a small rope and placed his hands upon each other on his stomach.
"Loki, don't be distressed, I'm not arresting you. I know you might not be able to help me, nor have the strength to move. So I'm going to tie your wrist and lift you onto the stretcher." He nodded. She slipped her head and neck through the loop created by his arms and squatted in a straddle over his waist. She gripped the sides of his pants tightly and straightened her legs. She lifted him slightly to move him over the stretcher then lowered him down.
Loki groaned. She placed his hands down and untied them. She ran over to the other side of the room. Loki raised his head to watch her she ran back with a blanket. And proceeded to wrap him up firmly. She rapped some tie down straps around his chest, waist and thighs to keep him attached to the stretcher. She lifted the trolley handle with a grunt and looked down over his head. He looked up at her, he face upside down to him. "I'm going to get you out of her and get you some help."
"No." Loki didn't want help. "No one can know where I have gone or help me." She understood, he didn't want to be attacked again, especially in a weakened state. She wheeled him towards the elevator and she lowered the trolley as they rode it down to the bottom floor. The sat in silence for a bit till Loki spoke. "I think you will have to cover my face so no one sees me." She carefully pulled the blanked around his head like a hood.
The doors opened, the building was empty. She could see the fighting still taking place outside. She wheeled him out and saw an abandoned car with the doors open. It had had a minor crash. She unstrapped Loki from the trolley. She tied once strap to the top of the litter and through the strap through the back seat to the other side. She went around and opened the other door. She then took up the strain. "Loki, hand on, I'll try not to make this too discomforting for you." She pulled the littler hard, dragging his body up into the back of the car. The littler was too long. She went back around to the side where his feet were and pushed the door open the way it was not meant to go.
The door bent and she pushed it back and forth to weaken it. Eventually it fell off. She climbed in and grabbed the seat belts and tied them over him to hold the litter in place. She moved up to the one near his head. She leaned over him and he copped an eye full of her chest. She was a bit clumsy and as she reached for the door, she pushed them into his face slightly. She closed the door of the car and looked down at him.
Loki smiled and lifted his hand up from under the blanket. He touched her face. "Why are you helping me? You don't even know me."
"Loki, you need help, I'm going to give it to you." She blushed and turned her head from his hand. "It helps that you are so handsome!" she laughed. Then she turned away, "can't believe I said that out loud".
He smiled and went to laugh too but he hurt and he winced in pain. She jumped into the front seat and proceeded to dive him away from the conflict. She didn't live far and go back to her small apartment. She pulled up and got into the back. She undid the belts and Loki sat up. "No rest, please."
"I'm ok." He put his legs down on the floor. "I should be able to walk." He groaned and she put her arm around him to help him out of the car. Lucky she got rid of the door. She help him inside and took him to the bathroom. She lean him against the wall and he leant on the basin to stay upright. She slowly began to help him with his jacket. Slipping it off one arm at a time. He stayed against the wall and she placed his coat down and turned back to him.
She knelt down and began to take off his boots, one at a time. Pulling hard, but tying not to be rough. He smiled as she fell back onto the floor when the boot slipped off. She stood up and looked at him with concern as she placed her hands on his hips. His smile was now giving way to his own concerns. She broke off her gaze and walked over to start running a bath. Loki stood and watched her. Trying to keep himself upright.
He moved to adjust his position. She kept the bath running, letting it slowly fill. She sighed and took a firm grip of his shirt and lifted it quickly up and pulled in forward over his head. She stood to his side and supported him as she walked him over the room. "Loki". She didn't make eye contact. He could tell this was just as stranger for her as for him. She held him firmly by his waist. "Um, do you need to go?" she gestured to the toilet behind him. He blushed and put his hands forward and began to undo his pants as he faced her.
She didn't know where to look. She didn't want to look him in the eyes, but when she looked down he was undoing his pants. He lent forward and put his hands on her shoulders.
"I need some help." She looked him in the eyes and saw he was not angry or sad. She nodded and slipped his pants down to the ground. She helped him sit back on the bowl. She pulled his pants the rest of the way off and carefully picked up his soiled cloths.
She turned away and gathered up his cloths and took them over to her large sink to soak them. She walked to the door. "I'll just give you some privacy. And um look for something for you to wear." She left quickly and Loki just sat there. He liked someone devoted to him. He felt he could get her to do anything and this time he didn't need to use magic.
He was sitting there silently and she came back in to turn off the bath. She walked over to him hesitantly. "Um are you done?" he reached up with his bruised and bloodied hand.
"I need help." She was pulled closer to him. He took her hand and got her to hold him, softly pushing his penis down between his legs. She could hear his breath in her ear as he breathed unease and then began to urinate. She was shocked and aroused. He could tell. He could feel her growing warmer. She was speechless as she heard him go. She felt him twitch beneath her hand. She wanted to pull away, but he stopped her.
He stopped going. And she sighed like she was holding her breath the whole time. "Ok. Um." She found herself now holding him. She pulled free and he remained sitting forward as he watched her step back. He sat up then back. Outstretching his arm confidently.
"So can you help me up?" She tried not to look at him, but his legs were spread slightly. He knew she was trying not to stare at his penis. He smiled as he knew she liked him. She moved over and obliged. She helped him to the bath and he sat waist deep with his legs flat and he looked up at her. She grabbed a large jug and gently lifted his jaw with one hand.
"Tip your head back." She put her hand over his eyes to protect him from the splashes. She poured the jug of warm water through his hair. He smiled with pleasure. She squeezed some shampoo into his raven hair and began to massage his scalp. He closed his eyes and slipped his arms down between his thighs. She was firm but it felt good. He groaned slightly in appreciation.
She took another scoop of water and rinsed out his hair. He tipped his head back upright and turned and smiled at her with some water running down his cheeks. She picked up a cloth and soap and rubbed it together. She lifted his arm up and rested it in one hand as she washed it with the other. Care of his open wounds.
He just watched her intently. Happy of being pampered. She washed his back. Then moved over his shoulders and started on his bare chest. He had a athletic body, but looked like not a lot of sun. He smiled wicked with a side of his mouth as he knew she had no choice but to keep going.
She stopped at his abbs and grabbed the jug and rinsed off his soapy body. She walked away and came back with a towel. She went to put the town over his head and he looked up at her. She reached down near his feet to unplug the bath. He put his foot on her hand to stop her.
"You are not don't yet." He said seductively. He handed her the cloth. She blushed. And glanced down at his submerged groin. "That's right; I'm dirty and need to be scrubbed clean... thoroughly." He moved towards her and took her hand in his. He directed in between his legs and rubbed himself with her hand and the cloth. He leaned back and got her to rub his ass and balls.
He pushed down on her hand so she was rubbing the ends of her fingers against his hole. He moaned with pleasure as the tips of her fingers slipped in then out. She could feel his cock start to harden against her forearm. He got her to hold him and guided her to stroke him. He relaxed his grip on her and let her keep going. She placed her free arm over his shoulder to steady herself.
He turned his head. His lips were inches from hers. She looked up at him and down at his lips. He leaned in and kissed her. She squeezed him tightly as he began to kiss her deeply. He raised his hand up to hold her arm and held her firmly. She broke off the kiss to take a breath. He was now very aroused and he smiled at the splashing and feeing of her hands on him.
She squeezed the head and rubbed her middle finder in the slit. He arched his back and groaned. He grabbed her at the same time. He was both wanting her to stop and keep going. He relaxed his grip so she could continue. She gripped him firmly at the base and pulled slowly with a tight squeeze all the way up. Then she went for speed. He grabbed her with both arms and pulled her into the bath.
Water went everywhere. He pulled at her cloths and pushed her back down so she could watch him. He move gingerly, still in pain. He pulled open her shirt and grabbed one breast with one hand and his other hand on himself. He looked down then raised his head with closed eyes and came loudly.
He shot his sticky load on her stomach and slumped down into her. The bath really didn't have the space for this. She pushed him to sit up. She climbed out of the bath and he sat there still. She pulled the plug and grabbed a towel and dried herself. He folded his arms on the rim of the bath and placed his head down on it, trying to look adorable. "Where are you going?" he asked. But there seemed to be some impatience in his voice.
"I'm going to dry off." He seemed unimpressed that she wasn't swooning over him.
"I still need help." He demanded. She tossed a towel at him. "Hey! That's not going to help me out of here!"
She changed her shirt and pants and then came back in. He sat there with the towel over his head, but not making an effort to dry himself. "What would you like me to do Loki?" she said with a bit of sarcasm.
"Dry me, take care of me. You said you would." He smiled and then raised his eyebrows with an innocent look and a pout. Trying all his tricks to exploit her. She paused then came over and adjusted the towel on his head and dried his hair. She helped him stand and step out of the bath. He made sure his hips were thrust forward so she would look at his junk. He stepped forward and deliberately rubbed against her.
It began to make his blood start to fill him again. She roughly rubbed him with the towel. He waited with glee for her to grab him and play with him. She roughly scrubbed his groin, but there was nothing sexual about it. She helped him walk to the bed room. He leant on her more than he need to. She lay him down on the bed. Loki lay on the towel, deliberately with it open so she had no choice but to cop and eye full of his nakedness.
She was doing her best to be nonchalant about his forwardness. "Loki. I don't have any clothes suitable for you. Please stay here and I will be back shortly." She jumped on the bed and kissed him and quickly grabbed her bag and left. Loki put his arms behind his head and smiled. She kissed him, she must want him. He was still unsure if it was affection or pity that she kissed him with. He resisted touching himself. He thought that he should have a hard on for her when she comes back, or should he let her get him hard.
He kept on running through scenarios and what he could do to her or make her do to him. He smiled a wicked dirty smile.
It must have been at least 30 mins before she came back with a few bags in hand. Loki was playing with himself, fondling and flopping his bits around. Deliberately displaying to her. He wasn't yet turned on. She came over to him and he sat up ready. She kissed him on the lips passionately.
"Loki, are you ready to be taken care of, totally, and completely?"
"Yes, do every for me, too me." He was enthusiastic. She went over to the bags and pulled out a packet. She pulled out a t-shirt and slipped it over his head he pursed his lips perplexed. "I don't want to be dressed." She took his arm and gently pushed it through the arm hole. He might say he didn't want this but he was complying. She pulled the shirt down over his chest and stroked his head softly.
"I will care for you. I know you can do it for yourself at the moment." She went back over to the bags and was rummaging. He felt reassured but still he wanted her to play with him. She put a small plastic bag on her arm and helped him to stand up. He initially felt self-conscious and pulled his shirt down to cover himself, but then realised he wanted her to stare at him. She walked him into the bathroom and lowered him to the floor. He sat on hands and knees. She pulled out a narrow soft tube from the bag and held one end in her hand. She slipped on a pair of latex gloves and Loki looked over wondering what she was going to do. He then felt her start to finger him. He was off put at first. Then he started to push back on her finger. She slipped in the end of the tube and put the other end in an empty jug that was next to him.
She pulled off her pants; they were tear-a-ways. Loki was happy, she handed just gotten dressed she was preparing to give him a strip show. He watched her intently as she sat down over the clear jug and began to piss. The sound alone drove him wild. He began to rub and pull himself. He watch with fascination. He has seen Thor take a piss before but never a woman.
She fill the jug with a good litre of piss. She must have really had to go. She topped up the jug with water from the tap. The acrid smell of hot piss filled the room. She put the tube in the jug and began to squeeze a swollen part of the tube and the liquid started to pump into him. He felt the hot fluid go into him. She kept pumping till it filled him. She carefully pulled out the end of the tube.
"Loki, hold tight, don't squeeze it out." She got up and came back with something else, he couldn't see. He heard her buckling something and adjusting. He turned his head and shoulders around and saw her fitting a strap on to herself.
"What are you doing?" he was unsure, he figured she wanted to stick that fake cock in him. He was a virgin to this. But he couldn't let her know that. He would see that as a weakness. He tried to be confident. He turned away and took a deep breath, it was smaller than his own dick. So it couldn't be that bad. Could it?
"Loki, just relax, but I want you to try and keep that piss enema in." She took hold of his hips and positioned herself behind him. At first she poked her cock under him so it hit his own. He shuddered but was equally turned on but this. She reached under his waist and took hold of his and her with one hand. Rubbing them together.
He groaned and pushed back in acceptance. He was quickly growing hard. She pulled back and placed it on top of his back. Slapping him with it. He arched his back and reached through his legs to her. He tried to fondle her, but she was just out of reach. She moved next to him and lay down on the cold tiles. She tore open a condom packet. And handed him the contents. "Put it on me." He went to grab her fake cock. She put her hand to his face softly. "No Loki. With your mouth."
He gulped and leaned over her. He placed it in his mouth and began to push the condom down with tight lips and a firm tongue. He rolled it the rest of the way with his fingers. She quickly sat up and moved behind him. She pushed the head against his hole. He squeezed tight to not expel but he knew she wanted in and he wouldn't stop her.
She slowly forced the end in. He gasped as it hurt a bit but then as she slid back he felt pleasure grow. She slid in further. He groaned as she moved down to the base. A bit of piss leaked out and began to lubricate them. He could feel it pressing on his prostate. He tried wanking but he was so overwhelmed by this pressure inside him. She began to slowly make deep strokes. As she pulled back she pushed down on her cock, making sure to stretch him and give him a different sensation each time.
"Wait" Loki gasped.
"I need to make you cum." She cut him off and stared to quicken her pace. He groaned as he felt the movement and pressure on his bowels was starting to dribble out. He was still nice and tight. She gripped his hips tight, digging in her fingers. She started to fuck him hard and fast. Loki panted and groaned in sync with her. He started to get louder as she forced him near climax.
He was so hard, he desperately wanted to cum but knew when he did he would force out his enema. She smashed his prostate one too many times and he cried out as he came. Shooting his load over the floor, his hard cock pulsing up and hitting his abs. He squeezed hard and a thick stream of piss and a bit of shit hit her thighs. She did not stop even though he was done.
The floor was slippery now. She pulled out and flipped him on to his back. Loki smiled exhausted, rubbing his body with the mess. She pushed his legs apart and moved down to line up again. She lifted up his leg and ran it up her chest to her hook over her shoulder. She began to shove herself back inside him. He gasped as this different angle gave him all new sensations.
She began to fuck him roughly. He was so drained. He wanted to be hard and cum again but his body was just spent. She kept going and rocking in and out of him. He grabbed her and knew he had to make her stop. He pulled her close and embraced her. He kissed her passionately.
She pulled off her strap on harness. And stood up. She walked over to a short hose and turned it on. She sprayed herself then him. He sat up and she came over to him with the running hose. She sat down on his lap and kissed him while washing him. He rubbed his hands over her.
Loki broke off the kiss and examined her. "Well that was not what I expected." He say with a smile. She brushed his raven hair from his face.
"Loki, if you had expected it, you wouldn't enjoy it!" she said kissing him again. He took the hose from her and she let him wash her down.