The intake of sudden air was more painful than he could have fathomed. His lungs expanded too rapidly causing stars to burst in his vision, blackness sucking backwards so suddenly he was left spinning in the stark white room.
Loki felt the blood rush back to his limbs as he opened his eyes to take in the sight before him, he had been certain as he stared down at the mad titan that he would never open his eyes again but he knew better than that…
And so did she.
Death stood before him, her swirling black robe shifted around her body hugging gown of emerald green. He felt his cock stir beneath his leather trousers at the sight of her.
"Lady Death…" he began, his voice harsh and rasping, "again we meet. It's almost as through you knew we'd see each other this day." His reference to the color she chose to appear wearing was not lost on her.
"Trickster." she returned. He could hear what would have been a smile as she spoke if not for the lack of skin and muscle covering her skull.
Still, he would have her without a moment's hesitation.
"You and I both know this dance is maddeningly brisk. I would love to spend a night in your company." His gaze traveled down her body; her luscious curves covered by silk the color of jewels, the black cloak swirled around her mysteriously as the metallic scent of blood filled the air. Her signature scent.
He groaned as he imagined licking down the cleft of her beautifully rounded breasts.
"Maddening for one perhaps… I, on the other hand, am soon to have my hands quite full," she began taking steps towards him, her feet adorned with viciously sharp stilettos encrusted with gems the same color as her gown, a sharp clacking sound filled the space between them, "and we are destined to never spend more than fleeting moments together," she closed the distance and he could see the faint outline of her bleach white skull beneath the hood, his cock jumped at the sight and a groan escaped him, "however, I am of the mind that a night in your company would be quite… memorable." Her slender fingers reached out from beneath the robe, her fingertips trailing over the bulge in his pants so lightly he would be forgiven for thinking it had never happened at all.
"To where am I headed?" he asked through clenched teeth, desperate to change the topic of conversation.
"It will always be different now…"
"Now that Asgard has been obliterated." he finished for her.
"Yes I suppose so." she countered wistfully. She turned and began walking back across the white ground. There was no way of telling the size of the room, nor the floor from the ceiling.
If one could call it a room.
"Maybe one day soon your dealings will catch up with you and you will remain in my company for my use…" she declared with her back still turned to him, "I truly believed this would be that time but alas, it is not."
"Where am I going?" he ground out partly in frustration with his dick and with desperation to know. He felt the tugging at the base of his skull already, a signal that the time to leave was fast approaching.
"There are more pressing matters than this…" she whispered.
Loki felt a tickle beneath his nose and rubbed it roughly, looking down at his hand he saw a smudge of what appeared to be ash. He looked up and saw that Lady Death was facing him now wearing a black gown and black heels. Black ash began flittering around the room out of thin air, spiraling around her like a tornado.
"Oh god help!" a scream pierced the silence.
"Please Mister Stark…" the voice of a youth pleading with a man he knew all too well.
"I don't want to die."
"You see trickster?" She addressed him through the rising screams, "there is more to this than your trivial problems."