AU Final "Battle" between Loki and S.H.I.E.L.D. Tried not to create a Mary Sue.

Saturday night through Sunday

After the events on the Helicarrier, Loki escaped and took refuge in a brothel in an area of New York City, along with several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, known as Hunts Point. The brothel, known locally as Mischief Reigns, was rather odd for the establishment that it was. The owner of the brothel, Mikael Jorgenson, had the police of that district in his back pocket, and they would feed false information to the NYPD in exchange for discounted "services" from the girls. This brothel owner also employed a series of rotations of different girls, which was considered an oddity, even for pimps. The girls were well taken care of, honestly enjoyed what they did for a living, and didn't feel coerced to do the dirty in exchange for money. When S.H.I.E.L.D. was able to track down Loki, they realized that they were going to have to operate under the radar of the NYPD, since working with a pimp isn't exactly legal. Also, he owed Nick Fury a favor.

"Mikael, this is Nick Fury. I believe you owe me a favor from 1985," Fury said. "It's time I collected."

"Nick, you do realize I'm not trading you any of my girls to become assassins in exchange for safety," said Jorgenson. "I already have more safety than I need. Drug lords don't mess with me anymore, and the cops are in my pocket. Then again, you probably already knew that."

"It's nothing like that," Fury continued. "Is Loki still holding out with our agents in your establishment?"

"He rather enjoys the name. I honestly think that's why he's stayed," Jorgenson replied. "None of the girls here appeal to him. Then again, with his getup, he probably has different tastes, and our special girls don't come in for another week."

"Special girls, you say? How are they special, and what's so great about them?" Fury asked.

"These girls cater to those with different...er...tastes. Are you aware of fetishism?" Jorgenson asked.

"Yeah. The freaks that tie each other up and beat the shit out of each other. I know of them...wait...you think that maybe I can get one of those girls close to him. Is there one you would recommend?" said Fury. Oh God, maybe this could actually become a plan. IF Loki was a freak, that is.

"I have a feeling I can get my main girl to cooperate. She can always figure out what someone likes. It's almost creepy, if it wasn't so good for business," Jorgenson went on. "And trust me buddy, business is hurting bad around here, and Loki has been driving me insane. He's staying in our finest room, and eats more than should be normal for his size, not to mention he terrorizes everyone. Damn pranks."

"This 'main girl' you talk about, she's that good?" asked Fury. "I can't afford to get an amateur in there and get her killed. It looks bad for you, and for us."

"How about I give her your number, and you give her a ring?" suggested Jorgenson. "She'll only do it if she feels like it, and it's rare that she ever feels like complying. I suspect it's the Irishness in her. She should be right up Loki's alley, point of fact. Her number is 919-538-5706."

"What the hell man? Why am I getting a North Carolina number?" Fury said furiously. "I don't have time for your games, much less Loki's. You are aware that more than your life is at stake here, right?"

"Trust me. She's worth flying up."

Meanwhile, in Raleigh, North Carolina:

"JENSEN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THAT POOR MAN?"

There was a man tied to the bed of one Jensen McLamb. Of course, she thought, I forgot our damn signal that showed I was conducting business. Her roommate, Shannen Jacobs, had walked in on her. She was, thankfully, dressed, albeit not in much. He, however, was not, and had huge welts all over his back and legs.

"What does it look like?" asked Jensen. "I'm experimenting."

"Well I wish you'd remember our agreement on signaling if we're busy," complained Shannen. "It's a pain in the ass to walk in and try to not walk out again."

"Give me five minutes, and he'll be out," Jensen said.

Jensen wasn't a supermodel by any means, but she looked stunning when she was in full dominatrix regalia. A black corset offset her pale skin and fire-red hair, while a pair of ruffled hot pants gave a little more oomph to her rear end, which in her opinion was sadly lacking. A pair of sky-high black leather stilettos combined with fishnet thigh-high stockings made her already long legs look miles long.

Out of nowhere, the theme from Sherlock goes off. She wonders who could be calling. She never got phone calls. She checked the caller i.d. It said S.H.I.E.L.D. Who the hell is shield, she wondered.

"Hello?" she answered in her Southern drawl.

"Hello. My name is Nick Fury, and I was calling to enquire as to whether or not you'd like a job."

"What is this job?" she asked. "You got this number from Mikael, right? You are aware what my side job is, correct?"

"Tell me, what do you know about a god named Loki?"

"Well," she began. "I know he's the Norse god of mischief, his father is Laufey and supposedly he's going to fight against the gods when Ragnarok occurs. It is said that he will kill Odin if he gets the chance. Well, if you believe the old stories, that is."

"Well miss, you seem to know an awful lot about this story."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was against the law to read," she retorts. "Anyways, it's an old fairy tale told to be by my parents, and their parents before them. Why does this matter anyways? I thought you had a job for me."

"I asked you about Loki, because you're going to seduce him."

The phone was silent for a minute, and then...

"You're shitting me, right?" she asked.

"You know, I've never understood that expression, but no, I'm not shitting you."

"So you're telling me that you're sending me out to gods only know where to seduce an old Norse god that doesn't exist. Is that the sum of it?" she said.

"Umm yeah, basically."

"Meh, whatever," she said. "If you crazy people want to pay me to seduce someone imaginary, that's fine."

"Oh good. Get your things together, and quickly. There's a car waiting outside your apartment for you. You'll be briefed on our way to the airport."

She looked out the window. There was a black Charger limo with a logo of a bird in a circle on it. Must be S.H.I.E.L.D., she thought to herself. What have I gotten myself into? More importantly, what has Mikael gotten me into?

"Let me pack my goody bag, and I'll be out in five minutes," she told him. "If I'm not out in five, I'm probably struggling with a suitcase. You sound rather strong. Come help me."

With that, she hung up. It looked like a scene out of a cartoon. There was a whirlwind of clothing flying across the room. Articles made from latex, leather, lace, and some sort of shiny material went flying across the room and into a suitcase with deadly accuracy. A briefcase was filled with riding crops, leather cuffs, a flogger, and a collapsible cane.

Damned zippers, she thought to herself. She looked at the clock. Oh gods dammit, I'm late.

knock knock

Dammit, she thought again. She assessed how she looked in the mirror. Black skinny jeans, black V-necked shirt, understated makeup, and black combat boots that were half undone. Could be worse, she said to herself. She got up and went to the door.

"Are you Nick Fury?" she asked. She sized him up. One eye, black suit, strong by the looks of him.

"Yes. I take it you're Jensen, then," he replied. Oh hell, I got a goth, he thought privately. Well, Loki might not laugh her out the door. He might be just as scared of her as she will be of him.

"That's me," she sighed. "You want to help me zip my suitcase? I can't get the damn thing shut."

"Sure," he said. "Always did like helping a damsel in distress."

"That's my job," she laughed. "I know what everyone likes, after all."

"You are aware that's sort of creepy, right?"

"Oh shut up."

Within moments, they had sorted out the suitcase, and got it packed. Jensen left a note for her roommate, and prayed that she would come back alive from this ordeal. Everyone in the car looked haggard, like they'd seen one of the worst battles of a lifetime. There was the playboy she vaguely recognized as Tony Stark, a nerdy-looking scientist that had a very obvious dark side, and a blonde all-American pretty boy that looked as though he'd faint if he saw a pair of tits. Thank god the car was a small limo, otherwise I'd have to sit in someone's lap. Prolly the blonde one's, she laughed to herself. He'd jizz his pants. That would be hilarious.

"So that's her? She doesn't look like much," the scientist said.

"Neither do you," she replied with as much acid as she could manage. "However, we both know that looks don't mean everything, Dr. Jekyll. Or are you Mr. Hyde?"

He looked away angrily. Score one for me, she thought miserably. So much for everyone getting along. The pay had better be worth it, or at least I had better get a good fucking lay.

"Miss, you don't want to piss him off out of the gate," Stark said. "You wouldn't like him when he's angry."

"Oh, so he's Dr. Banner, the scientist that turned himself into the Hulk," she ventured. "I'm aware you're Iron Man, so who is blondy?"

"My name is Steve Rogers, miss," he replied politely. "Otherwise known as Captain America. And you must be our new dominatrix."

"How many times did you have to practice that in your head before you could say it without getting an erection?" she asked. "Not trying to embarrass you or anything, but you seem like the type to think that fondue is a euphemism for fucking."

"You are really good at what you do," Steve said, turning bright red. "No one alive knows that happened."

"You shouldn't have outed yourself then," Jensen laughed.

Everyone was just staring.

"It figures," Tony said. "The one that gets along with the dominatrix is the one that hasn't been laid in several decades."

At this, Steve turned even redder. Jensen felt she had to defend him.

"He's likable. What can I say?" she replied. "I have a soft spot for sweeties, which he is, unlike the rest of you lot. He's the only one who has been decent to me, despite knowing what I do for a living."

This caused everyone to look down and stare at their shoes. Oh great, she thought to herself. I'm getting better and better at this.

"Look y'all, I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know what it is that I'm getting into, and no one is really telling me anything."

"Well, we weren't exactly cordial either," said Tony. "I suppose that's our fault. We just lost a lot of good men, along with the most wanted...er...I suppose you could call him a person, in the world."

"So Loki is actually a real person, then?" Jensen asked. I bet it's some bastard too smart for his own good, she thought.

"He is," said Nick. "Here's his file."

"Thanks," she said. "I may be awhile. It looks like I have a lot to sift through."

Oh good, something I'm familiar with, she thought. She grabbed her iPod out of her purse, and put on her sex playlist. Along with getting her in the mood, it also helped her think. Flipping through the notes and pictures, she saw that he came from another world called Asgard, and that he was trying to get a cube called the Tesserect. Clean energy for everyone is why S.H.I.E.L.D. wants it. It sounded almost too good to be true. She finally found what she really wanted, though. His picture. She felt a chill run up her spine.

"This is him?" Jensen asked, finally speaking for the first time since she received the file. This was after traveling through Raleigh, to RDU, and halfway through the plane ride. She was nothing if not thorough.

"Yes, that's the bastard," said Dr. Banner.

"He looks...sad," she finally determined. He also was ridiculously good looking, although her tastes were always a little, well, let's just say extreme.

"Not nearly sad enough," said Nick. "He tried to kill us, his brother, and half of our agents."

"His brother, his name is Thor, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," Nick answered. "He was supposed to be king, but we needed him more."

"Oooooooh," Jensen finally understood. Daddy issues. "I bet Loki never wanted the throne. He wanted to be like his brother."

"How did you know that?" Tony demanded. "You know him personally, don't you?"

"No, but it's just like seeing pain behind anger," she replied. "You have to observe, not just see. An old friend of mine taught me that. Just like another old friend taught me how to find what people like."

"What else do you see?" asked Nick. Finally, someone was starting to believe her.

"I think he's a fighter, most probably a switch, so I should have some amount of fun with this one," she said. The more she looked at his picture, the more she felt as if she knew him from somewhere, like a forgotten memory.

"A switch?" asked Steve. "You mean you think he'll go either way he wants with you?"

Everyone looked stunned at his question. Stunned, and mildly uncomfortable. At least there was someone who had done his research.

"Like I said, I think he'll fight me for dominance," Jensen answered. Hopefully he won't take control. He can't. Not like the last one. She didn't voice these opinions, however. "Hopefully I can make him submit."

"What if you can't? What does that mean for us?"

"That means that we're screwed, because she'll be dead," Tony replied. Harsh, she thought, but accurate.

"Enough, we're about to land," Nick said. "We're going to our base under New York City. Remember protocol."

"What's protocol?" Jensen asked.

"Don't let anyone see us go in," the scientist said.

"Good luck hiding me. I sort of stand out," she said.

Needless to say, after a good fight, Jensen was in a brunette wig and had on a big pair of glasses to hide her face. Oh yeah, she thought to herself. Real subtle. Anyone with some sense is going to see this is a wig. Luckily, they made it through NYC airport security without a fuss. Which is a good thing, she thought, because she didn't want to explain why four burly men, along with two other men in suits, were chaperoning a young woman with a briefcase full of sex toys. Once they reached the base, it was as though a veil lifted. Everyone became instantly jovial. Jensen wondered if that's how it always was.

At a distance, she saw who she thought must be Thor. He was easily taller than everyone else in the room, and had a sort of sad, lost look that he shared with his brother. There was another red-headed woman talking to a blonde-haired man with a short buzz cut. Oh, I wish they'd just fuck already, she thought. It's plain to see that they both want it. It's a shame they keep denying themselves.

"I'm calling a group meeting," Nick announced over the intercom. "Will everyone please come to the meeting room?"

After everyone assembled in the meeting area, Jensen was introduced to the remainder of the group. She honestly rather liked everyone there, all gruffness and tiredness aside. Thankfully, no one was judgmental about what she did, and was going to do to Loki.

"So, the gameplan then," Nick said. "What you're going to do is meet about five or six other dominatrixes outside of your friend Mikael's place. We already sent word ahead to him, so none of the subjugated agents suspect anything out of the ordinary. As far as they know, you're just another one of Mikael's 'girls' that he has hired for the week. You are to entertain other men, or women, and make yourself as enticing as possible to Loki. I'm sure you already have your own...garments for this."

"You apparently haven't looked in my suitcase," she replied. Not that you'd want to, she privately added.

"No, although it was rather tempting," he replied jokingly."All kidding aside now, we have to talk about how to capture him. There is a prophecy that there is a woman who is strong enough to overpower Loki, and we're praying it's you. This device," he says as he places a golden orb with jewels scattered over it, "is supposed to be the only thing that can be used to capture Loki and contain him. However, there's a catch."

"Isn't there always," Jensen replied.

"The only one that can use this device, the only woman that can hope to defeat Loki," Nick said, "well, he must love her completely, irrevocably. She also must love him in return."

"...So you're asking me to make a deranged god fall in love with me," she said. "And I have to magically fall in love with him in return? You people are fucking nuts."

"We get that a lot," said the red-haired woman. "However, if anyone can do it, it's you."

"We'll see. Falling in love in a week is going to be a touch difficult, though," she said.

"Oh come off it, I watched you as you looked at his picture," said Steve. "Your entire face softened. You let your guard down to a picture of Loki. You're always saying to observe, not just see. You sound like a consulting detective we know. Hopefully, you don't believe that caring is weakness."

With that, he got up and left the room. Jensen looked around. Everyone was shocked at Steve's outburst.

"Okay," Nick sighed. "Let's cool off for a little while. Meet back here in twenty. Except you, McLamb. I want a word with you."

Everyone got up and left the room, leaving the two of them alone. The tension was thick in the air.

"So, do you honestly think you can do this?" Nick asked. "Or are you just jerking us around?"

"I hope I can do this," Jensen said honestly. "I don't know what I did to cause that sort of reaction in Steve, though."

"You have to understand something about Steve," Nick said. "He lost the only woman he loved when he crashed Red Skull's plane over the Arctic. It has been really hard for him to see everyone finding love, when he just woke up and realized he lost his."

"Oh gods," she said. "I'm so sorry. I wish I'd have known, otherwise I'd have kept my emotions more in check."

"That's an apology that you're going to have to give to someone else," Nick suggested. As he started to walk out of the room to take a break, he said, "He hangs out in the mechanic's workroom when he feels out of sorts."

With that, Nick walked out of the room, leaving Jensen alone. She took one look at the map, sighed, and took off at a sprint down the hallway. Several left turns, two flights of stairs, one wrong turn, and asking for directions later, she finally got to the right hallway.

"Steve!" she shouted. "Steve! Where are you?"

"I'm in here," his voice floated out from one of the rooms. He sounded miserable.

Walking in, the words started gushing out. "Steve," she began, "I am so, so sorry. I wasn't thinking when we were discussing Loki. I was an idiot, for starters, for not observing what I was saying closer. I didn't know what had happened..."

"To me," Steve finished. "I don't want or need your sympathy."

` "I know. But I wanted to apologize anyways. I didn't see how you had felt about me."

"No one ever does until it's too late anyways," Steve said. "However, I see you're being tormented, so that's enough for me." His eyes glinted mischievously. " Apology accepted."

Jensen stepped in to give him a hug, but he dodged her arms and snuck in a kiss.

"I know you're someone else's, but what the hell, right?" he started laughing.

She thought about it, and started laughing also. "Fair enough. You know, if I'd have met you before all of this-"

"Now don't go what-ifing," Steve smiled. "It's not going to change anything, and besides, you'd be more like a sister anyways."

"True that," she replied. "Now then, let's go find that damn meeting room again. I got lost coming down here, so lead the way Captain."

They linked arms, and started the long walk back to the meeting area.

Once they got back, the room fell silent. Everyone had started speculating what was keeping them. It had taken so long, in fact, that Tony, Thor, Dr. Banner, Clint, and Natasha were making bets on what they were doing. Nick was the only one that knew what they were actually doing, and placed his own bet. The barrage of questions and comments started.

"Yeah! Get it son!" shouted Clint.

"How was having your back beaten black and blue?" sniffed Tony.

"Was it scary?" joked Dr. Banner.

"Did you find her to your satisfaction?" asked Thor

"I bet it was shaved clean," stated Natasha.

Steve, of course, turned beet red, but Jensen took it in stride.

"Haha, Clint. I didn't beat him. No, except for getting lost. There was no satisfaction to be had, and you miss, are very good," she winked. What could she say? She had a thing for red-heads.

"So I take it the apology went well, then?" Nick asked.

"Well, I brought him back in one piece, didn't I?" I replied.

Everyone groaned as Nick claimed the spoils of the bet.

"Now that our glorious leader has profited off of me being a good person, can we get a good, solid plan together?" she asked.

"Yes, you're going to be dropped off with the rest of the girls," Nick answered. "From there, you're going to have to do your own thing. We won't be able to contact you after that. Like we said before, you only have a week. You have to get his attention before then."

"Fair enough," she said. "When am I supposed to be there?"

"Tonight," said Nick. "We've already taken the liberty of forwarding your equipment to Jorgenson's."

"That's one less thing to worry about, I suppose," she sighed. "Well then, let's get to it."

Sunday Night

Several hours later, Jensen was standing in front of Mischief Reigns. There's no place like home, she said to herself. She could feel the orb's weight in her backpack, and the Djarum that she was smoking to calm her nerves was almost finished. "Without me, the writing on the wall won't scream," the music from her earbuds sang. Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't, she thought. She'd never had a job like this before. It wasn't long before Mikael came out to greet the rest of the girls.

"Hello ladies," Mikael began. "Some things have changed since you last came by. We have new, more permanent guests, and I respectfully request that you attend them the same as you would any other guest, regardless of the demands made."

"Aye aye, sir," I snapped a salute. The other girls began to giggle. Pfft, no respect at all.

"Well then," Mikael said. "Let's get inside out of the snow."

"Hey, Mikael!" I shouted. "It's good to see you again. I'm sorry I've been away for so long."

He sighed. "It's good to see you too Jensen. It's been far too long."

With that, they went inside. There were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents everywhere. Some were obviously taken over by Loki, and they just stood there listlessly, while there were others that were deserters and having a good time lazing about. Jensen almost gagged from the stench of treachery.

"Jensen, before you go to your room, I have to forewarn you. A very special guest, named Loki, has currently taken to your room," Mikael said. "So, if I were you, I'd pick another room."

"Oh good googa mooga, this is going to be too easy," she whispered excitedly. "I'll grab my bag, and take it up there then."

"For your sake, I hope you know what you're doing," he said. "I don't want my best girl to get herself killed to help a group of people that she barely knows."

"I know," she smiled.

With a little help, she found her briefcase of goodies, and her suitcase, and she began the long climb up the stairs. Albeit, there's only three flights of stairs, but that's a lot for a large suitcase and a briefcase. She finally got up the stairs, and began her walk down the hallway to her room. She had missed it. There was a king-sized mahogany four-poster bed, with plush emerald green canopy hangings. There were also several chairs, a table, and a large plush chair facing the window, which overlooked the river. She quietly opened the door.

Loki was sitting where she had guessed he would be, in the chair with the river view. He was wearing a black dress shirt and black jeans, and no shoes or socks, which she found a little funny. He had the same sad expression she was in the photo, like a lost little boy who only wanted his father's love. It almost made her sad to see anyone looking like this. Almost. She somehow managed enough stealth so that the god couldn't hear her. Well, either that, or he just didn't care who came or went, which was more likely the case. She debated on what to do. Finally, she decided after long deliberation to quietly set her stuff on the floor, and make introductions.

"Err...Hi, Loki," she began. "My name is Jensen McLamb, and, well...um...if it's okay with you, I'd like to stay in my room."

He sighed, stood up, and turned around. He looked at her, but seemed to look through her rather than actually at her. "Well, my dear, I don't feel like moving. Nor do I feel like being entertained."

"Well, we can share, you know," she retorted, her famous temper flaring up. "There is a thing on Earth called sharing. You should take a look into it. And in the meantime, it's not my job to entertain you, it's my job to entertain my clients. You can stay for that or you can go, it doesn't make a shit to me one way or another."

The color began to rise in Loki's cheeks. He opened his mouth to shout at her that she was not allowed to speak to him like that, but it was only then that he really began to look at her. The first thing he noticed was her hair. It was the color of flames in the sun, with a little bit of golden color around the edges. Then he noticed her eyes, a beautiful, bright green. He then saw her mouth, and that's when he lost all train of thought. What had he even been angry about? He tore his gaze away from her lips, only to travel downwards to her perky breasts. He began to feel a slight stirring sensation, first in his hands, then everywhere. He was getting goosebumps.

All the while, she watched him do this. Gods, she could cut herself on his cheekbones while slapping that beautiful face of his. All of a sudden, the color drained as fast as it had risen. She then realized he was staring at her breasts. Not the response she had wanted, but at least it got his attention almost completely on her. Wanting to give him a little bit of a show to get the ball rolling, she began to strip off the clothes that she had been wearing.

"Now then, if you don't mind," she said. "I'd rather like to go to bed. We can share the bed, or you can sleep on the floor. Again, it doesn't matter to me. But be warned, I kick. Hard, at that."

The emphasis on the word "hard" made a very visible shudder go up Loki's spine. This made her think that, despite being a god, he was only human in his wants and needs. She was completely naked now, and couldn't help but notice the very, very hungry look in his eyes. The rest of his face didn't betray him, however, and it wasn't long before he got himself back under control enough to turn away from her and go sit back in the chair.

"Fine," he spat. "We'll share the bed, and the room. But I shall leave while you conduct your business."

"Oh goody," Jensen said excitedly. "I get to sleep in my bed again. You have no idea how much I've missed it here."

Almost immediately, she began to doze off. It had been an extremely long day. After she had been dozing for some hours, she heard a rustling of clothes, and felt the familiar pressure of someone crawling into bed with her. She turned over to face him, and wrapped her arm around his chest and snuggled in. He froze at the sudden contact, but then he settled in once he got used to the feeling of the sleeping mortal beside him.

"No, I have a feeling I do," he whispered to the air.