A/N: Thanks for the follows and favs, it is much appreciated! I have to pick on Captain America, he's such a saint it's hard not to. And my OC too apparently, compared to the one in my other Loki I can pick on this one. Anyways, onward to story ramblings. Reviews are fuel!

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Tuesdays

Part 2.

Farraday regarded the confident god just before he eased her over towards the bed. She felt vulnerable all of a sudden, small despite her size. She'd never been so bare in the eyes of another, and without the security of clothing to hide behind she felt her stoicism slipping away through her fingers. Though Loki didn't seem to mind all that much.

Not only was Loki ridiculously attractive, but he had read her like a book easily.

A large hand pressed against the small of her back as he eased her onto the mattress, lips tickling her ear as he spoke. "Lay back and allow me to feast on your body. I promise you will never feel pleasure like this from mortal hands; after all, only a god can move this fast."

Blushing furiously, all words and coherent thoughts were swallowed as Farraday allowed herself to be swept away. Beneath her fingers she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, the rapid beating of his heart, as her heands rested against his muscular chest.

"I chose you out of all the people of Midgar- out of all the beings in all the Realms. Show me I chose well. Make me pleased with my choice."

It was a gentle yet firm demand.

It was then she spoke.

"I… I do not know what it is you want of me." Farraday breathed, walls crumbling around her. "I have never been with anyone like this before… I-"

Her words were cut short by the god's mouth against hers. It was chaste, which was something she wasn't expecting.

"Are you afraid of disappointing me? Fret not. Our nights together are meant for your pleasure, as your pleasureismine." Loki purred in her ear, breath hot against her neck.

Loki wanted to remember the softness of her skin under his lips, the silk that was her curls as each strand and flower bud wove around his fingers.

His lips pressed against the flushing skin of her neck, trailing kisses gently across the supple flesh. Warm hands slide up the length of her bare thighs, and Farraday's sharp intake of breaths causes the god's lips to twitch happily. He swallows the sound as his tongue slips inside her mouth, and Farraday's vision suddenly blurs. She moans helplessly, her hands exploring the god's physic hesitantly.

Loki's chest is warm and solid, and his heart is undoubtedly beating just as fast as her own. Her body shivers when Loki's tongue brushes up against the roof of her mouth. There is an unfamiliar warmth pooling within that all but leaves her helpless. When Loki's fingers slip into her underwear, pulling them down with ease, the shock leaves her wide eyed and gasping for breath.

"Loki," She pants. "What are-"

"Does that feel good to you, love?" Loki asked, deviously.

Farraday fell back into her pillows, toes curling as her hips arched to meet his pumping hand. "ha… AH! Ngh… Loki…"

She gasped louder as the god lowered his head to her left breast, pulling her taunt nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue against it playfully. Loki glanced up, watching the expressions on the botanist's face. The way her mouth fell open in soft gasps and mews as he suckled the nub, the way his name rolled off her tongue desperately as she gave into his touch.

Loki released his hold of her breast, closing the distance between their lips. He ran his tongue over her kiss bruised bottom lip, before stealing her breath away once again. He eased his tongue into her mouth, reminding her just where it was that his nickname came from.

Farraday's soft whimper of desire touched the god in places he had long since visited. His slid his tongue deep, withdrawing only to glide back inside with a slowness that caused the arching form beneath him to shiver. She combed her fingers through the god's tussled locks, eagerly accepting every stroke of the god's tongue.

"I believe I have reached a spot where I am unable to stop myself," Loki breathed heavily against Farraday's lips.

"I… would not dream of stopping you." Panted the botanist. "I… Ah~!"

Farraday bit down onto the god's shoulder as he relentlessly caressed the spot inside of her that left her seeing stars. She rewarded him with a beautiful arch of her back and howl of his name to the heavens as she came. Her hips lifted from the linens, her head tossed among the pillows. Loki kept stroking the erect bud of nerves that was her clit until she was completely spent and trembling, begging for him.

Loki smiled down at her, looking slightly mussed and completely otherworldly. "You are so beautiful like this," He said. "I need to feel your release around me."

Farraday watched as Loki began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes sweeping over his body approvingly. When his shirt fluttered to the floor, she timidly reached out to touch him. He seemed to perfect to be real. Her finger tips ghosted over the lean cut of his hips, the firm abdominal muscles, the faint trail of dark hair beneath his navel.

"You are beautiful…" Farraday whispered, staring up into the god's handsome face.

Loki smiled, the curve of his lips speaking volumes as he hovered above the botanist. There was just something about the woman that brought him to life, and what it was exactly he didn't know.

Loki exposed his swollen erection, pressing it against her and relishing at the delicious gasp that slipped past her parted lips. The corners of his lips tugged into a smirk as he drove all the way in, holding himself there.

"How is that, pet? Am I hurting you?" He withdrew, making the botanist gasp. "Does it feel good?"

Farraday moaned desperately, and Loki filled her once again. He began to pump his hips, satisfied with her tightness and the way her warmth swallowed him with each thrust. He leaned forward to capture her lips once again as he took her, his thrusts steadily growing fatser as he guided her thighs further apart. Farraday cried aloud as his next thrust pushed her deeper into the mattress. Her hands clawed down his back before going to fist in his hair, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Loki's hips snapped with skill, rolling smoothly with his silent demands. He sought out that particular spot within the botanist, hitting it directly each time and bringing forth helpless cries from the green woman.

…..

The botanist awoke early the following morning feeling as thought she was being suffocated she was so hot. She crawled from under the mess that was her linens, scanning her room. Her head slightly throbbed, but nothing could dull the pain between her legs.

What in the world…?

There were clothes everywhere, some of which did not belong to her. She turned to face the rather obvious body that lay next to her, clasping a hand over her mouth to suppress her scream. Loki was lying on his back, the blankets draping loosely at his waist, his torso bare. His light snores did little to drown out her racing heart, her thoughts going in every direction as she tried to recall everything that happened last night. But what she could recall came back in fuzzy fragments, doing little to answer what it was she needed to know-

Just how in the hell did he get into her bed?

Farraday climbed from the confines of her bed, careful not to disturb Loki. Heavens only knew she didn't want to wake him. She slipped out of the room in search for someone, anyone, that could fill her on just what in the flying hell had happened last night. But instead of finding a girlfriend to confide in all the botanist found was Tony, out cold on her sofa and Bruce not too far from him. She couldn't help but groan, there was only one thing she could do: quickly dress and leave before either of the guys got up.

And so that's what she did.

With a hasty shower (she didn't even bother to brush out the haystack that had become her hair, not that her hair was tamed anyway but due to Loki's pulling of it the night before it and the twigs and leaves woven into each unruly curl were wilder than normal) and a quick glance in the mirror, Farraday was gone.

But not before she left a simple yet firm list of directions for the guys to follow once they'd gotten up.

Once the botanist made it to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, she released a sigh of relief. Typical Tuesday. Typical morning after going out. Though that morning she had a limp in her step, love bites she had to hide, and a noticeable pit in her gut she couldn't ignore no matter how much she wanted to. Making a change in direction, Farraday completely by passed her office (if Loki did show up before the others that's the first place he'd search aside from Steve's) instead settling on Jane's lab for her fortress of solitude.

She would hide.

She would shrink herself down to the size of a mustard seed and hide.

Didn't matter how long.

She would just do it.

Farraday had no intentions of facing Loki just yet. Not after last night.

Not after the touching, not after the biting and sucking. The thrust of his hips…

The way he pulled her hair…

The way his voice rasped against her ear in perfect sync with each pump of his cock into her.

His cock…

She remembered her internal shock as the god lowered his briefs, freeing his straining erection. Hair just as fine and dark as the hair on his head sat neatly groomed above his cock. Said muscle stood proud, thick, long, and proud. Loki noticed her obvious hesitation and chuckled, climbing back on top of her.

"What do you want?" Loki asked, his hips thrusting upwards.

Farraday cried aloud, her legs tightly wrapped at his waist. Every inch of her grew exceptionally hot at the god's touch.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"H-harder…" The botanist breathed, her head spinning.

"Harder what, love? What am I to do?"

"Fuck me harder! Fuck… me… Loki…" She cried, hips arching to meet his thrusts.

She felt him grin against the flushed skin of her neck, his pace changing shortly after. Farraday could barely contain the cry that tore from her throat-

It was a miracle no one heard them…

"Farra?"

She looked up at the sound of her name to find Jane standing in the doorway, peeling off her jacket. She had been so outfit she hadn't even heard her friend approaching.

"Jane, good morning." She smiled, trying her hardest to ease her racing heart.

Even thinking about the god left her body out of sorts.

"Morning, what are you doing here? Are you alright?" The concern was obvious in the latter's face and voice.

"I… am not… I woke with Loki Laufeyson in my bed." Farraday said with ease. It came out far calmer than she expected it too, and she internally praised herself for keeping her stoic cool.

"You did what?"

Jane hadn't stayed over for too long last night. Once she was aware of whom and where she was, she gathered up the mess that was Thor and made her way back to her apartment a few blocks over. Had she had been holding something she was all but sure she would've dropped it.

"If I can recall correctly, and judging by the obvious marks he left behind, Loki shared my bed… intimately."

The more she said it, the more real it became.

Jane had to shut her lab door quietly before sitting down at her desk, head in her hands. "Where did we go wrong? Where did Darcy and I go wrong?" She mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"We were supposed to protect and watch over you, you are like our child-"

"I am far from a child, Jane. I am far too large-"

"You were supposed to end up with Steve! You were supposed to be with Steveeeeee…! What did he do wrong? What did we do wrong?"

"I do not see how this has to do with-"

"Darcy is going to kill Loki!"

"Jane! You are making no sense at all right now." Farraday said, tapping her friend's head. "Are you not supposed to help me out in situations like this?" Her head tilted in confusion.

"I can't deal with this so early in the morning; let's talk about it when Darcy gets here." Jane said, laying her head on the oak desk. Jane hadn't gotten up expecting to deal with so much so early in the day.

Was it too early for a drink?

What the hell was taking Darcy so long?

Farraday continued to listen to Jane's mindless babble, following little to nothing that she said. So far she'd presented the problem and had no answers to show for it. It wouldn't be long before the guys got up and started their day, so she needed someone to tell her what it was she' supposed to do in a situation like this so she could bolt.

Maybe I should ask the trees…

…

"Oh thank god you're here!" Jane jumped to her feet to greet Darcy as she joined them in her office.

Jane had sent the arriving female a text of urgency, demanding that she made her way to work as soon as she got the message.

And that she brought something for them to eat.

So once Darcy sat down the coffee and breakfast tacos, she took her seat on the edge of Jane's desk and waited patiently for the others to fill her in.

"Farra slept with Loki last night!" Jane blurted into the silence.

Darcy spat out the coffee she'd been drinking, splattering the door and carpet. "IMAKILL'IM!" She yelled getting to her feet.

"Nooooo Darcy don't be so rash!" Jane said pulling at her arm.

"Farraday! Loki! Really? It was supposed to be Steve! STEVE!"

"I am not following what Steve has to do with any of this." Farraday deadpanned.

"Seriously!" Darcy turned to Jane. "Seriously! We let this happen!"

"I am running out of time, ladies. Loki, as well as Tony and Bruce, are going to eventually come in and I am in no way ready to face him." Said Farraday, instantly grabbing her friends attention. "What am I going to do?"

"Wait…" Darcy said holding up her hands.

"For what?" Jane asked, skeptically.

"How was it?" Asked Darcy.

"How was… what exactly?" Asked Farraday.

"The sex!"

"Oh god." Jane gasped.

Farraday's cheeks colored considerably against her green complexion before she answered. "It was… he was… amazing…" She breathed. "He is so talented… and skillful… and-"

"Was his dick big?" Darcy bluntly asked.

"Darcy!" Jane scolded.

Darcy ignored her, waiting patiently for the botanist to answer her.

"He was very decently sized."

Surely I worded that correctly…

"Well hot damn," Said Darcy.

"What are we going to do to help her?" Inquired Jane.

"No idea," Shrugged the latter. "It's too early to be coming up with escape plans. Look Farra, the only thing I can tell you to do is hide out in here for the next couple of days until we think of something."

"Right! Loki won't think to come look in here, maybe my office but not in here." Jane agreed.

"Boom! Half the plan has been figured out already! It's not like we're gonna run into him, we barely see Thor."

Darcy had of course been wrong.

It was well on into the afternoon when she noticed this fact. Somewhere in between her running errands for Fury and dropping in to rub her awesome in Tony's face, she ran into Loki just as he was leaving Bruce's lab.

Loki had still been in the middle of parting words (something that was along the lines of clarification for the many notes he'd taken and exchanged during their time together) when Darcy noticed him, and if she cut away fast enough he wouldn't see her.

"Darcy?"

Damn.

Her heard jerked up at the calling of her name, forcing a smile once she realized it was he not only noticed her but was making his way to her as well. She wasn't prepared to throw operation avoid into play just yet, so she would just have to wing it. "Oh, hey… Loki."

So far, so good.

And she wasn't trying to strangle him for the shit he pulled so that was also a plus.

"Good afternoon," He tucked the stack of papers he'd been carrying under his arm to offer a hand to the woman. "Might I ask if you have seen Farraday? I stopped by her office and she was not there."

Shit.

"Uh… who?" Asked Darcy.

"Farraday…?" Loki answered, arching a questioning brow.

"…who?"

"Come now, I know you know who I am talking about." The woman was green and just as tall as he was, everyone knew who she was.

"Uh…" Her mind went blank. "Me no habla ingles." And with that she ran, rounding the nearest corner without even a glance back.

Took off like a bat out of hell.

"Abort mission! Abort mission! Do not pass go! DO NOT PASS GO!"

The next one to cross paths with Loki was Jane.

Though she had been in on Darcy's ingenious plan to help their fellow girlfriend out, she hadn't honestly given it much thought. With Thor constantly about and her own work that needed tended to and deadlines to meet, needless to say she was a bit preoccupied. So when she was faced with the mischievous god in question, she panicked.

"Jane." Loki greeted.

They had been in the elevator alone.

"Oh! Hey Loki, I didn't see you there. How are you?"

He answered her with a look that showed he honestly had no idea what it was she was talking about. "I am well enough," He needlessly replied. "And you?"

"Alive…"

"Good… good."

They fell into a moment of silence.

"Have you heard anything from Farraday? She has not returned any of my phone calls, and I am quite sure Tony Stark demonstrated the using of the phone correctly."

"Oh… um… who?"

Not this again.

"Farraday," Loki said. "Is she alright?"

Jane blinked.

"I have to go, the building is on fire. Have a nice day!" And with the opening of the elevator doors she ran off as fast as her legs could carry her.

Well so much for that.

…

By the end of the day, Farraday rejoiced that she was able to avoid Loki entirely. Though her friends weren't as lucky, she was still grateful for their help. With one day down and however many left to go, the botanist left S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters with a quickness someone her size shouldn't possess. Feeling immensely better once she was within the safety of her apartment, Farraday (for the first time that day) sank down to relax.

To hell with changing out of her clothes to get more comfortable.

To hell with making sure the guys had in fact followed the small list she'd left behind for them (but judging by the fact that her home was still in one piece Bruce and Loki most likely handled the small messes they had all made).

She was just thankful for the solitude, for the peace.

Or at least she was before the loud, obnoxious ringtone Darcy had set on her phone weeks ago cut through the silence, startling her.

For a moment she hesitated, if it was Loki she would most likely ignore it along with the other calls he'd most likely left over the course of the day. But after fishing it out and staring at the screen, it was only Jane. Most likely calling to see if she'd made it home alright.

"Hello Jane." She answered.

"Hey Farra, you made it home okay?" Jane was so predictable. Caring, selfless, but predictable.

"I did, thank you. Did you?"

"I did," Replied Jane. "Gosh, did Darcy tell you we ran into Loki today? It was so awkward! She said she rambled off in Spanish before running, and I was no better."

"No, I was not informed. I apologize for causing the both of you trouble." Farraday sighed, humbly.

"Oh Farra, shut up. You're not troubling us at all, if anything we blame Loki for being… well… himself. Anyway, on lighter terms Fury is having a meeting early in the morning so if we get up a littler earlier we have enough time to stop by and get those donut holes you love so much on the way in."

Jane could all but hear the smile in her voice as her friend replied with, "I would like that a lot, thank you."

"I knew you would," Jane chuckled. "Well hey, I'll call you later once I get settled in. I'll have Darcy on three way so you better answer, you hear me?"

Farraday chuckled, "If you insist," She said. "Talk to you later."

"Alright, buh-byeee~"

And with that the call ended. Farraday, while she still had her phone in her hand, scrolled through her call log. She had several missed calls, some from Bruce from that morning, and Tony (heavens only knew why), and the rest were from Loki.

Loki…

What the hell was she doing?

She was a grown woman, not some child hiding from her crush flustered to no end.

There had to be a logical way to go about situations like this, and whatever it was eluded her.

Farrdaday got up from her spot on her walkway floor, motioning across her apartment to her bedroom. Her bed was surprisingly made, though all she saw was the rumpled silks from the night before. She inhaled deeply, eyes closing as she tried to push the images that flooded her mind away. Even the room still smelt like the cologne he wore.

One where the crisp heady top notes give way to dryer, and more distinguished, base notes.

Manly…

Robust…

And when she woke up this morning it was all over her.

Every inch.

In every crevice.

Even in her hair.

A chill coursed down her spine.

"Maybe a nice bath would do the trick."

"Such a good girl, so eager to please your king. Take me in further, arch your back, and scream in the pleasure which only I can bring you."

"Ah…~ Nnngh… Loki~"

Faraday blinked.

"Oh dear… It seems I am going quite mad."

…

"Ladies, it is very nice of you to finally join us." Nick Fury greeted the trio early the next morning.

The girls, after staying up half the night plotting out Operation Avoid Loki At Any Cost, had overslept and decided to stop and get their donuts despite the lack of time they had. So as they hustled inside the meeting room, taking the folders Fury handed them, they made due with the seats that were left over. Thor had naturally saved the seat next to him for Jane, Darcy partnered next to Tony beside Bruce, and Farraday was left sitting next to Steve and Clint. Which wouldn't have been a problem if Loki wasn't seated directly across from her.

The relief in his eyes were apparent as their orbs connected. The corner of his thin lips tugged upward in that signature smirk- the one that started this mess anyway. She could feel the heat rising in her face, threatening to break her nonchalant stoic façade.

"Took you long enough." Steve whispered with a playful smile.

Loki noticed the sudden closeness, the brief touching of their shoulders, and his eyes darkened in shade.

"Oh shut up Steve, no one is as perfect as you are." Darcy said with a roll of her eyes.

"Darcy," Farraday scolded lightly. "Be nice to him."

Darcy made a gagging motion, Jane snickered, Tony dropped a comment or two, and Loki glared.

Well it started out with him eyeing them curiously, arching a brow that caught the botanist's gaze. But when she blew him off to finish her hushed whispers with Steve Rogers, the once innocent gesture turned into a full blown glare of hatred.

Steve Rogers was one of his newly acquired friends, he was one of Farraday's friends, surely there was no need for him to be jealous.

Jealousy was such a nasty trait to harbor.

It wasn't a shade that looked good on him, and time was the only one kind enough to drop this little fact on him.

But there was just something about the hushed scene playing out before him, the snickers, the jokes, the light brushes of Steve's hands on Farraday, that made him want to hurt the kind captain in the worst of ways.

"Is there something you all would like to share?" Fury asked, turning at the noise to face the large table of heroes and agents. "Other than the sugary snacks you brought along."

"No sir, our apologies." Farraday spoke up for them, clearing her throat slightly.

Which in term earned her more donuts from Darcy.

"Compensation." Her friend mouthed.

So there she sat, content as she enjoyed her favorite earth snack, listening to Fury talk about something she was all but sure was important.

This is important.

I need to focus.

I have to focus.

Oh dear heavens...

Either way things had been quite well for the botanist for once. That is until she felt something glide slowly up the length of her length. It was enough to startle her, the treat she'd been currently enjoying fell from her nimble fingers.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, giving a sideways glance.

"I am fine," She said kindly.

Farraday was far from it.

That morning, after getting up later than planned, she'd simply grabbed the closest thing in her closet and threw it on. Which just so happened to be a blush colored button down and a tan pencil skirt. She wasn't scheduled for any field work, so she didn't see the need to wear her suit.

It was nice to be comfortable for a change.

But now she sat with Loki's foot trailing up her leg. Well if he wanted her attention, he certainly had it. It became hard for the botanist to focus from that moment on, and Loki couldn't help but smirk behind the glass he'd risen to his lips. He could easily tell that even the slightest touch had the woman all but squirming in her seat. Though he honestly preferred her writhing in her own bed with his cock buried deep inside her and-

"So that concludes it, agents. Hereos-"

Loki hadn't heard a word the director had said.

Neither had Farraday.

"You are dismissed."

Farraday quickly got her feet, grabbing her things before leaving. She glanced back over her shoulder, by passing the strange looks her sudden movements caused, to stare at the god. Sure enough his eyes were on her, and even from the doorway she could make out their brilliant shine. She ignored the calling of her name not only from her friends, but from Loki as well. She needed to get away, she needed to hide.

The botanist fled to the nearest park, taking refuge among the trees.

'What is wrong?'

'Yes, what is wrong?'

They hummed together.

Farraday leaned against the nearest trunk, trying to catch her breath and calm her beating heart. The thumping against her rib cage was so loud she heard it up in her ears.

"What is wrong with me? Why do I feel like I do?"

'How do you feel?'

'Yes protector of us all, what causes your woes?'

"A man… no… a god… is the source of my troubles…" She breathed aloud.

This was a god she wanted.

Needed.

And wanting him in every way was threatening to drive her insane.