I am so very sorry for it to have taken so long to update this story. I've just settled into a new, better paying job, so I've been attempting to learn all of the ropes. Luckily, it will slow down for me soon and I'll be able to write all of the time, considering I'll be sitting at a desk.
On another note, about the story, I have decided to delay the capture of Loki as it happens in Germany, but have no fear, I will not completely ruin the story and it will resume its course... when I say it does, hehehe. Be aware, from now and into future chapters, things will get a bit... fluffy and have some adult situations. Just wanted to warn you in advance. I will also attempt to get both point of views in the chapter, that way it will make things easier for me and so you don't have to read two chapters to get two point of views about one situation - you know what I'm saying?
Alright! So, here we go! Onward with the story! Remember, I do not own anything except my characters (although I really wish otherwise).
He appeared out of what seemed like thin air into the museum that held his goal for the evening. A piece of the puzzle that would help set his plan in motion. It was time to cause a little chaos and strike a cosmos worth of fear into these pathetic, little mortals' hearts. Loki clenched the Chitauri scepter in his grip, prepared to fulfill his rightly deserved destiny as ruler, even if he would rule over only the weak humans that covered the planet. In the beginning, at least. He only needed a few more items and it would all become his for the taking.
Loki turned to make his way towards the party that was in full swing on the floor beneath him when his body collided with another, softer body. He froze in his place and blinked a few times, in shock as to what or who could have possibly stopped his descent into the party below, until he felt a small amount of warmth against the front of his chest. His icy Jotun body did not generally receive warmth, of any kind, from anyone or anything. His mind then began to slightly panic at the notion that he had not sensed anyone around him; it was nearly impossible to sneak up on him. He was extremely talented when it came to remaining unseen from those around him. As he gathered his thoughts and his senses, he finally looked downward upon the obstruction that stood in his way, feeling the small amount of warmth begin to fade away from his chest.
She was spellbinding.
Loki lived amongst gods and goddesses, immortal warriors, and the never aging ladies of court for his entire life and the woman who stood before him surpassed them all. Her hair was a pale shade of blonde, a color he had come to abhor while living in Asgard, but if he looked closely, he noticed that other colors wove themselves into her mass of curls that swept down her back. The strands of honey, wheat, and faint shades of silvery white made him almost yearn for Asgard, the colors bringing him fond memories of his upbringing before he found out the dark secret that Odin had kept from him about his birth. Her skin was the color of porcelain, causing him to reminisce on the time he had once shattered a vase during one of his childhood antics, flushed with pink on her cheeks from the cold. Although he found her stunning, it was her eyes that had him truly captivated. They were the deepest shade of blue he had ever seen, flecked with green and surrounded by thick, dark lashes that were lined with kohl on her upper and lower lids.
He finally returned to reality when he realized she had been speaking to him, although her words were lost on him. His eyes began to wander down her body and he found himself pleasantly surprised with the results. She was fuller in figure, with breasts that would fill his hands perfectly, a sensible sized waist, and a rear end he could only hope was as impeccable as the rest of her as it was hidden in the fabric of her gown. Her gown looked as if it was created from the night sky itself, with every shifting movement she made, it seemed to faintly twinkle. The gown presented her breasts proudly – and for the love of the Nine Realms, he hoped they were for him – before cinching her waist, and once the fabric reached her waistline, it fanned out in layers of fabric.
He watched her nibble on her supple bottom lip, painted in the fairest shade of a summer fruit and he thought himself dying of starvation if he were never able to taste them. As he gathered his thoughts and words he wanted to tell her, his mouth opening slightly to introduce himself when he watched her figure brush against his before heading down the hall. Slightly deflated, Loki gave a frustrated growl, first for having let her get away and second for letting his mind wander from his goal.
Back to work, he thought to himself, focusing on the museum around him and the sounds of the party that continued below. He righted himself, inhaling a short breath and tugging at his jacket slightly, then turned and made his way down the hallway to the party below. Why was he fawning over some woman anyways? A Midgardian woman no less. He had much more glorious plans ahead of him and he would soon rule this planet. He had no time to worry about impressing a woman.
Heading to a nearby marble railing, Loki looked upon the party beneath him, as his prize stood there speaking to the party-goers. The man smiled and raised his glass, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. Not for long, Loki mocked as he headed towards the staircase that would lead him below. Two larger gentleman in matching dark suits were standing at opposite sides of the top of the stairs and kept an almost vigil stance, attempting to reign in the boredom that was clearly visible on their faces. Loki continued to stride forward, planning on walking straight down the stairs and taking down anyone who got in his way. He watched as the guards came to their senses, blinking repeatedly to call themselves back from their own mind, and start towards him in a diagonal fashion so they would end up right next to one another so they would block his pathway downstairs. He stopped himself a few strides away from the men, out of their reach but they were within distance of the scepter's possible collision with their skulls.
The guards put their hands up, speaking in a language Loki was not familiar with, although he concluded they were most likely telling him to stop. Order me around, will you? Loki thought, his grip tightening on the staff on his hand, ready to pummel the oafs that stood before him. He began to raise his arm and the staff when he felt a body press against his once more, arms encircling his, and causing him to pause briefly. He looked down to see the young woman from before, the little starburst who had dared to touch him – not once, but twice – without his permission. She looked slightly disheveled; her hair had been mussed up, her lace covered bra was poking out of the neckline of her gown, and her eyes were slightly hooded as she gave him a sultry look. His eyes widened for a moment when he took in her appearance as she clung to him, speaking to him and he once again was too stunned to comprehend her words, looking up with him with a pout on her lips. If her appearance had not already shot a surge of heat right to his groin, her pout certainly did, causing something primal and powerful rising inside of him. She gave him a small smile before she turned her attention to the oafs, switching into the same unfamiliar dialect as the louts that stood before them.
Loki kept his main focus on her when she placed the side of her head and face against his arm, her arms still wrapped around the same arm, as she spoke to the gentleman. He kept his peripheral vision on the guards, but his eyes shot up to them when she tucked her face into his arm, a blush spreading across her cheeks and reddening her ears. He watched as the guards' faces became extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable, one man faking a cough and the other turning to hide his own blushing face. A brief moment of silence filled the hallway until one of the guards spoke again, both of them stepping a few steps back, and removing themselves from their path. Whatever she told the guards was apparently enough to allow them to pass without any more interference and for that, Loki was rather grateful. He felt the woman beside him tug at his arm, continuing her hold on his arm as they walked past the guards, heading down the staircase.
The staircase was curved and made of the same white stonework as the railing from before, leading them quickly out of the view of the imbeciles. Just like before, Loki felt her arms and her warmth leave when she pulled away from him and moved down the stairs at a faster pace than him. She looked back at him another stunning smile, "That was a close one, wasn't it?" She hesitated only for a moment before continuing to walk down the stairs, "Next time, we should be more careful when we sneak into restricted sections, shouldn't we? Enjoy the rest of the party, lover." He heard the tinkle of her laugh as she continued down the stairs, mixing into the crowd of the party, and out of his sight just like before.
Loki had to take a moment of the staircase, baffled at the fact that this woman had eluded him twice now, and he had said nothing nor done anything. He had not spoken a word to the woman, so he could not comprehend why he craved her so. He wanted her wrapped in his arms, pinned underneath him, crying out his name as he filled her to the hilt. This woman brought out primal instincts he was sure only his idiot of a brother could have had. The Chitauri scepter flared a small light in his hand, reminding him of his purpose and the reason he was here at all. Time to cause a little trouble, shall we? Loki smirked to himself as he moved.
He continued on down the staircase, stepping onto the small landing that featured an opulent stained glass window behind him, but he paid no attention to it as he leisurely walked down the last set of stairs that would lead him right behind the man who would unlock one of the pieces to his puzzle. He spied the lone guard that stood in the background near the man, but with a flip of the scepter, he swung it and felt it colliding with the man's face, sending the man sprawling to the marble floor. As the crowd's attention came to focus on him with astonished gasps, Loki wasted no time in grasping his person of interest by the back of his neck, forcing both of them through the crowd. With a quick flip, he had the man pinned on his back on the large piece of artwork that claimed the middle of the room, holding him in place easily with the scepter.
The onlookers of the room stepped back in dismay as the man hit the table, watching in terror as Loki removed the small machine from his coat pocket, giving it a small shake and releasing the prongs along with a pale blue light. Loki waited for the indicator that Agent Barton had completed attaching the other end of the machine in place, causing the middle piece to release its own set of thin, rotating prongs and shine a brighter blue. Wasting no more time, Loki brought the machine down onto the man's eye, his thrashing and blood curdling screams not deterring him in any way.
As the crowd realized what was going on, people began to back away and running in all different directions, screaming as they headed to the nearest exit they could find. They pushed, shoved, and trampled over one another, all of them trying to avoid the same fate of Dr. Heinrich Schafer. Loki watched the mortals as they were scattering about, his eyes drifting across the room with the vigilance of a hawk and a smile slowly began to form on his lips. The iridium was his. Most of the crowd was still rushing towards the exits as Loki stepped away from his victim, who remained still on the stone table, but when he moved to follow them out of the front door, he was immobilized, locking stares with the one person who wasn't fleeing from the room. Her.
She was standing across the room from him, her hand braced against one of the columns that decorated the museum, simply staring at him with curious eyes. Loki could see the small flicker of fear in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, making him reconsider labeling her as a fragile doll. This woman was not – in any possible way – fragile. He slowly walked towards her, taking care to make tentative steps, not wanting to scare her and allow her to escape him once more. The space in between them was slowly but surely closing as Loki continued on, stopping when she was within reach of him. He watched her remove her hand from the column, straightening her back as if she were preparing for a fight, and her eyes gazing up at him. In one, smooth motion, Loki took the woman's hand, bringing it to his lips and gently pressing a kiss to her soft skin. He held her gaze the entire time, watching her eyes widen a fraction and a blush rise to her cheeks, whetting Loki's appetite for this woman once more.
"It has been quite the pleasurable experience, running into a lady such as you, this evening. I am Loki of Asgard," he said with a soothing tone, stroking his thumb in languid circles on the back of her hand before releasing it back to her side. He watched as her eyes began running over him with a nervous stare and after probably witnessing what he had just done in the middle of the room, he understood her fear, but he also commended her bravery for not attempting to run from him. He would only track her down and catch her.
She dragged her tongue across her lips and Loki had to silence a small growl that was forming in his throat. Loki's world seemed to be moving in slow motion as her lips parted, silently praying that she would tell him her name. Instead, Loki heard another woman's voice coming from somewhere, "V, where the fuck are you? We've got to go; some serious shit is hitting the fan!"
She kept her eyes on him before pressing the stone that adorned the ornate necklace that graced her neck, taking in a short breath, and then she spoke to the unidentified voice. "I'm coming."
Loki's eyes followed her every movement with a hunter's gaze as she took small steps back, distancing herself from him. He wanted to close that space as quickly as she had created it. Pinning her up against that column seemed like a plausible option as Loki's mind began to race. Noting that she was about to walk through the front doors, he grabbed onto her arm gently, "Use one of the other exits, my lady. It will quite chaotic out front and I would hate for any harm to come to you."
She looked from the front doors to the back of the room, weighing her options in her head, as far as he could conclude. She gave him one final look as she stepped out his reach, moving slowly towards the back doors. "Thank you," she said softly, giving him a small smile as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Would you do me the honor in giving me your name and allowing me to see you again?" Loki questioned to her, glancing to the front door and he knew he had to get going. She smiled bigger, biting on her bottom lip once more before she said, "Everyone calls me V. If you can find me, you can see me again."
"I accept that challenge," Loki smiled, watching as she moved swiftly through another exit and out of sight. Once she was gone, he shifted from the Midgardian suit he was dressed in, changing into his battle clothing. The green and black leather fitted his body perfectly, his tension easing as he felt the familiarity of the clothing and the helmet that appeared on his person. It was time to do what he initially came to do: time to make his presence known to the humans he would soon be ruling over.
And that was the chapter, ladies and gents! Hopefully you enjoyed it. Make sure to comment, follow, favorite and all of that good stuff. It will give me the drive to post faster. Until then everyone,
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