Author Notes, from a kute little author: This is an AU Loki story, that I'm writing for someone. So expect the unexpected. I don't own Loki, the Marvel dudes do.

Dedication: This is for someone who thought I am a guy and wasn't meaning to seem like flirting. She's not creepy at all and is so fun and flirtatious anyhow. And I know that she'll be freaking out reading this. But I just love provoking, even if not yet in the story itself. Does my gender really matter? (yes, it does.) I hope you all enjoy this instalment of Redemption.

Rating and WARNING: M, not sure where this is going, so M rating is appropriate. This chapter has apparent MxM, but for the era and animal behaviour of humanity it is not what I consider gay. Try to think of female Lemurs, they are FxF in domination only.

Introducing an OC and the OC from the intro: Devon. He is Loki's personal assistant, his confidante, his boo, his subject. He is an integral part of Loki, until Loki can conquer Astrid. Maybe more.


Locations mentioned are: Loki's office, also called a room. It is his main 'vantage point. Astrid's work is a factory floor, mentioned also is her home.
If you have difficulties following, please pm me and I'll see how I can change things. Others might be experiencing the same, but haven't said. This is a new, unfamiliar experience, so bear with me. If you don't comment, how will I improve this piece?

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~ Chapter 1 ~

Loki thinks back over the last few days. His memory feels heavy, as if he is in the audience of a movie. However, he is also the supporting actor, Astrid is the Lady in Waiting and that young man, a thorn in his side. For all that is mentioned, for all that is remembered, it is quite surreal.

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Astrid and her young man were leaving for the night. As Astrid exited, that young man stopped and grabbed at her arm. "What is wrong?" she asks quietly. He leans in to her and whispers he'll see her later, he forgot something inside. Her forehead worries, she should tell him no, but has nothing other than a feeling to warn her. She should have listened, she should have said. After he left her, she heard nothing, and continued to her home.

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Loki's right arm men had bought the young man to him, hands bound behind his waist. He was truly beautiful and it could easily be seen why Astrid loved him.

Although he had tried running from them through the building, they'd caught him after all. After falling down the stairs, what stopped him was crashing smack-dab into the centre pole. Often his occasional clumsiness left a collection of scars and bruises, but this time he was knocked out. He'd been a fun prey but also easy to apprehend and he was going to be an easy kill.

Thrown to his knees, at Loki's feet, fear and humiliation oozing from his pores. He trembles as he dares to lift his eyes to Loki, he sobs as their eyes connect. Loki is more than intimidating this close.

Loki stares the young man into submission. How dare he look up at him. He walks around him, seeing the trembles and fear. Relief expected when his competition will be done with.

Loki looks at his men, raising his arms he dismisses them. They walk backwards bowing, and leave through the hidden entrance behind the book case.

As the book case rumbles to a close, Loki raises his staff up high above the young man. With one fell movement he thunders the staff through the spine and deep into the body. A staff of personal properties, he raises it and smashes it down into the body, again, again and again!

The body is dead and done. It is smashed into many separate pieces and Loki and his room have blood and body pieces splashed around, an inevitable consequence. "DEVON!" Loki yells for his assistant. Devon enters, knowing full well what is expected of him.

Devon cleans the office and removes all evidence. Loki stands and watches. He's not numb, he just stands and admires Devon's dedication. When Devon has finished the room, removed all evidence, he comes back to clean Loki.

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Loki stands unmoving. Pride in his chest at defeating his opponent. With his chin square, feet and body at ease, he lets his mind dream further anticipations of his time with Astrid, as Devon cleans him.

Devon brings in buckets of water. He removes Loki's boots and armor, putting these in his own room, that is alongside Loki's.

He comes back in and removes Loki's underwear. As Devon leans down for Loki to lift his feet one at a time, from his underwear, Loki pushes his hold on Devon's shoulder for support. Devon stumbles to the floor. An expected stronghold of domination, one that Devon welcomes every time. The underwear joins the other discarded clothing.

Loki sits on a bare wooden chair. Back straight, chin squared, chest puffed up in pride. Legs comfortably spaced. Thoughts of Astrid and physical attention from Devon raising a quality erection. He sits proud, pride in his manly body.

Devon stands behind, leaning Loki's head back he massages as he washes his hair. He allows for Loki's wet hair to sit momentarily on his chest allowing the moisture to permeate his clothing.

Devon moves knots aside as he attends Loki's shoulders, neck and arms. He comes around to Loki's feet, where he kneels on dark red material. Colours matter and Loki demands the deepest colours, the best material for Devon and for himself.

After each foot is washed thoroughly it is placed on a towel alongside Devon's outer thighs. He removes the container of spent water, and puts in turn Loki's feet to his lap, for drying and massaging. Each foot produces the same experience, Loki's toes tap at Devon's lap and Devon adjusts his hips for Loki to feel through his clothing a definitive rising erection. The adjustment of the hips and Devon's sighs assist showing its quality and his submission.

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Astrid had eaten her food. She'd paced around her home, cleaning the clean surfaces. Her aggravation and concern for her lover deeply unsettling. Knowledge of Loki's previous conquests also playing on her mind.

Her memory plays tricks on her. It must be tricks, could there not be another explanation? She had looked at Loki, their eyes met. And now she knew, she definitely knew.

For weeks she had felt eyes on her, but had not been able to locate them. She'd done her work, only making one or two errors. But the eyes, boring into her shoulders, and more.

She could feel them on her body, exploring where only herself and her lover dared venture.

When they got home they enjoyed the lasting effects. It was a natural response, an unprecedent response the first time. After that occasion, it became like her own oxygen.

And tonight, her lover is missing. She attempts to rest, per chance to sleep. A task monumentally difficult, without a physical release.

Respect as master of her own domain a proud moment for her. Eventually, as crickets of the night rub their legs, an occasional owl hoots and distant sounds rumble, she eventually drifts into a quality slumber. Allowing for her imaginative mind to take her where it wants to.

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