Chapter two

(Loki)

"Welcome home, Darling" she said. The affectionate she had used at the hospital had completely disappeared. He looked around the wide, well furnished space she had brought him into, while she took off her jacket, let it fall, then slipped out of her high heels, carelessly leaving them on the floor. "I hope you enjoyed, your rest at the hospital and are ready to work." she said as she sat on a grey couch.

He chuckled. Was the woman a complete fool? A god, work for a mere mortal? "And what makes you think, human Avelin, that I would work for you." He sat in front of her, looking as defiant as ever. The woman did not seem impressed though. Her face was impassive. Neither happy, nor sad, nor angry, nor cunning, nor nothing.

"First of all, my name, is not Hannah Avelin. I borrowed it so no one could work their way back to me." She crossed her legs. "You are to call me Dan." she ordered.

He laughed at her insolence.

"Telling me your real name after having worked so hard to hide it isn't a smart move, foolish mortal." he jerked. "I could use it against you since you have something to hide."

"Who said it was my real name?" she replied, lighting a cigarette. Her attitude unnerved him but he did not react on it for it would be letting her win. "And who, on earth, would listen to what some scum of society have to say?" She exhaled some smoke. He did not like the smell of it.

He decided he didn't have the patience to deal with the creature's arrogance and stood up to leave. He would rather manipulate some easy target while he was weak than waste the little energy he had on this Dan who acted like a predator. He could always break her later, when his appetite would be big enough for a meal her size.

"The door is locked. You can't get out." she told him. "Unless you jump by the window. Though, I wouldn't recommend it. Falling from the 76th floor of the building would turn your body into human porridge, Darling." she warned, leaving her lit cigarette to consume itself with time. He opened his mouth, but to his annoyance, the quim cut him short before he could make a sound. " If you work well to repay me for the hospital bill, then, you will earn the key of that unbreakable door, and will be free to do as you please in no time."

The Asguardian wanted nothing more than to crush her dark silken draped skull.

"And what makes you think, I won't kill you, rumbling cunt?"

Dan did not seem to appreciate being called a cunt and gave him a smirk he knew to have worn quite often himself. She clearly thought him inferior to her.

"Since, it is your first day, I will be kind and forgive you crass mouth." she spat. He raised a brow. Was he supposed to feel threatened? " If you killed me, you would die in here before finding the key. And between you and I, I wouldn't bet on you winning if you put a fight in your actual state. An eight years old brat could terminate you easily." she mocked as she came closer.

She did have a point. He could barely clothe himself so fighting was out of the question. Why did his father have to take everything away from him? The whole situation was ridiculous.

The trickster lost track of his thoughts when Dan was done examining his face and pulled his shirt up. He raised a brow. What was the weird human doing now? Was she going to touch him? Was that the 'work' she had mentioned earlier? He looked at her face. The blond nurse was prettier by far and the shy one curvier. Still, she wasn't undesirable. Though, she had cruel lips and he could never trust them enough to let that mouth anywhere near his cock.

She brushed her thin cold fingers against his bruises and let them dance all the way down to the button of his pants. Before she could undo it Loki grabbed her hand.

"If what you want is whore, I fear you have chosen to imprison the wrong god." His voice was filled with poison.

She laughed, snapped her hand out of his grip, pulled his hair back, hard. He tried to raise an arm to push her away, but the aching in his side wouldn't let him. He could do nothing as her hand plunged into pants to consider his member and cup his balls.

A woman's touch had never felt so uncomfortable before. He swore to himself he would kill her with his own hands.

"God?" she repeated as she ran her finger around his cock, then along it, as if to measure it. She seemed content with it and released him. "They are no such thing as gods!" she exclaimed, leaving him to go look inside a drawer further away.

"What of the one who caused New York's destruction?" he argued. His pride was hurt and he hated that he could still feel her cold fingers around his sex.

She exhaled, exasperated. It seemed that she had trouble finding whatever she was looking for. "He was more powerful than any human, granted, but he was no god. Just an alien with a superiority complex."

An alien?He felt insulted. She was the alien! He thought about giver her a good kick, but after the long ride to arrive in her high perched habitation he only had enough strength left to stand, and not for too long.

She let out a satisfied gasp when she found out what she had been looking for. An unfamiliar tube like object. She squeezed it and a pale cream came out making a disgusting noise. Se tried to apply it on the violet on his face but he prevented her from doing so.

"What is this filthy paste? " he asked suspect something not at all pleasant would happen if it touched him.

"A russian healing 'paste', for pain." she replied as if mocking his choice of word. He did not let go of her hand and looked on her face for any sign that he could trust her. "Are you afraid I might be trying to poison you?" she smirked again like he used to do. "If I wanted you dead, Darling, I would have left you rot in the street where I found you instead of calling for an ambulance." With his free hand he took the tube out of her hand and decided to apply the paste on his wound himself. He did not want the human to touch him again. Only talking to her made him feel tainted, dirty, less of a god.

"Why didn't you leave me to die? I never asked for help."

"Don't you know that not helping someone in need is punishable by the law." she told him sounding almost honest.

"You do not strike me as a concerned citizen, mortal." He could feel her gaze linger on him as he spread the curious fresh cream on his torso. Although, she wasn't staring at him with lust in her eyes, but rather with admiration like one could direct to a piece of art. He was almost flattered, but he did not enjoy being seen as a possession.

She laughed. "Because I am not." she admitted. "I couldn't have cared less if you had died."

"Then why?" He tugged his shirt neatly in his pants and sat, exhausted.

"Because you survived, you proved you were a fighter." she started. "And because I was too lonely in this gigantic suite." She smiled.

"I have no intention on becoming your personal wench. So I suggest you use that money of yours to buy yourself another cock, Darling."

Dan smile grew wider. She was amused. "You are mistaking my intentions towards you. I have no interest in your precious cock." A rectangular black box laying on the table lit up and vibrated three times. Thinking it might be weapon, he glared at it. She looked upon the peculiar item for a second then seemed to have lost interest in it. "I am keeping you here so that you can entertain me. I have brought you here as a pet. And one does not sleep with their pet."

"I -"

"Hush!" she cut him. "Don't get excited now, you need to rest first. I would be happy to engage in an argument when you will look like you can survive it. Follow me." She extended an arm as an invitation but he ignored it and chose to walk with difficulty, but on his own.

He saw her lick her lips before they curled into a perverse smile. This human promised to be a head ache. He decided he would take care of her on the morrow, after having rested.