In a mad rage Loki vented to his Brother.
" She cannot keep up with me, her Midgardian form is useless!" Thor looked on in great amusement, his smile never leaving his face. Of course this only serves to infuriate Loki more.
" How did I ever let you talk me into accepting her!" Pinching the bridge of his nose and turning with a dramatic sigh he faced his brother.
"It is pointless to keep her here for those reasons if she cannot fully comply."
"Loki, do you not remember that you are a god and she is a mortal? Her stamina is not the same as yours, I agree her form is weak but you are the most patient man I know. Teach her body to keep up."
Loki merely scoffed at the idea " I've not the patience she will require."
"Brother, Give her a few hours rest." softly chuckling to himself, Thor chastised his younger brother. "then maybe she can keep up with you long enough to satisfy your needs!"
With an almighty glare Loki replied
"I was not fashioned for satisfaction." before stomping off to find his new plaything.
Hearing the large doors to Loki's chambers open roused you from your light rest. Pushing your large mass of rich brown curls from your face you see his. He looks absolutely livid. You slowly sit up from the bed, his bed. Memories of the previous night flood forward. Now you understand his clear anger. He took you last night. As fully as he possibly could, and you lamely passed out before his completion. Memories, flashes really, of him caressing you. Lightly tugging on your hair to tilt your head, the feel of him as he gently enters you. Willingly letting him take your last piece of innocence. Your cheeks flush slightly as you realize he's now sitting across from you, watching you. Some of the anger seems to have abated, but Loki was the god of mischief and one hell of a liar. Even as your cheeks flush with the heat of your embarrassment your body shivers, slowly registering the temperature of the room. It does not go unnoticed.
"Are you cold pet?" He moves closer to you, wrapping only a light sheet around you as he pulls you into his body already turning blue from the intentional Jotun cold he was emitting.
"Can't have that can we?" he adds in a mocking tone.
Ah, so he is upset. A violent shiver wracks your naked body against his fully clothed form and it is almost as if a light comes on behind his eyes. Loki begins to draw the cold back into himself.
"Better?"
" Yes my Ki-"
"You may call me Loki in private."
"Yes Loki." You allow a small smile to grace your lips as he looks down on you. " Thank you."
" Are you frightened of me mortal?" a thoughtful look as his slightly chilled finger tips lift your chin so your eyes meet his gaze.
"No, I am simply frightened of disappointing you."
"Mm, as you should be." his hand slides from your chin round the back of your neck gripping you a little more firmly than you deem necessary. "Does it not frighten you to know that these very fingers" a slight flex from the hand at the nape of your neck " That had you writhing last night could so easily snap your neck right here, should my mood see fit?" You feel yourself grow damp at the thought of what those long elegant fingers did last night. You watch him as he watches you lick your lips, poorly muffling a groan of deep need. " Or does this excite you? To know I hold you in the balance, of pleasure and pain." This time the light airy moan escapes, you bring one hand up to rest on his chest and lean into him slightly.
"Loki," he raises his emerald eyes, always so alight with mischief and trickery, to meet your gaze. " Take me. Let me prove I can please you. It is my only purpose. I'm so ashamed to have failed you in the last."
Smiling like the cat who got the cream Loki replies " Oh, you will prove yourself," in a smooth, feline like move Loki had them flipped with one of his fairly large hands holding both your wrists above your head the other squeezing your jaw tightly forcing you to meet his eyes. The look of raw passion and fury behind them frightened you no less than it aroused you. "Now I will take my pleasure from you, intimately, slowly, until you scream your throat raw and I have had my fill, only then will I let you have your pleasure. If you find release before that point we will start again."
Lowering his lips to yours he kisses you hard, hard enough to hurt. All you focus on is the feel of his weight against your body, the scent of old leather and polished metal. He releases his iron grip on your hair to wind those fingers into your hair roughly tugging down, forcing you to expose the flesh of your neck to him.
"Please" you feel his heated breathe against your neck as he pauses to hear you. Releasing your wrists his hand begins to trail along your exposed hip. " Please Loki"
"Please what pet?" Loki asks in a derisive tone " Do you wish me to leave you be?" with drawing his hand from your hip, you whimper arching into him
"No, please Loki do not torture me like this."
"Oh, how I love it when you beg, but it will not be enough." a sadistic smile claimed his features. "Lie to me" you stare at him in confusion. "I said Lie. To. Me."
You manage to stutter out, " I h-hate being in your bed. Being w-with you."
He chuckles softly "Your cheeks turn such a pretty shade of pink when you try and lie to me." His fingers are again dancing along your hip, trailing down to your inner thigh before slowly, agonizingly, grazing your swollen flesh. You draw in a sharp breathe and push your hips down into the bed to get away from the torturous contact.
"I love hearing you moan my name and to see your bare chest heave up and down. Lean your head back just a little farther, I wish to taste the hollow of your neck once again." Leaning in he licks and bites along your collarbone before sharply cutting his teeth just into your flesh, licking the swelling zone. A soft moan leaves you as you feel him press his fingers into your center. Loki continues kissing across your chest and throat. Biting here and there making you cry out, from pleasure or pain you are unsure. His fingers dutifully continuing their ministrations.
You feel yourself reaching the precipice, "Loki," He raises his head to look at you, his fingers never stopping, " Loki, I'm so close." suddenly he is away from you. The transition between pleasure to nothing is a violent one. Suddenly you realize your transgression. The light behind his eyes does little to quell your fear. The fear of dissatisfying your King.
"Then I will wait until you are calm once more." Loki replied calmly, settling himself into an armchair with a book. " Do not try and fool me into thinking you are calm. I can hear your heart racing from here." His eyes flick up to meet yours and you see his lips twist into the sadistic grin again. You realize this will be a short existence if you don't learn to meet his stamina, and fast.