Chapter Two: Loki's Pet


She lay awake in her bedchambers, enveloped in a set of arms that she would not be able to slip away from. Loki was holding her to him, spooning her as he slept. It was an awkward feeling, really. Lucy had never slept against another man other than her boyfriend, Richie... Worlds away from her, probably worrying to death about her abscense.

She decided it best not to weep after Loki had finished bedding her that night. It did not seem wise to cry any more in front of the God.

He'd liked the sight of them, and Lucy would not risk another session just because she shed a few more. Even as she lay with Loki, who was fast asleep, Lucy would not allow those tears to spill. The sobs would surely come with them... The quaking of her entire body would no doubt awaken the God of Mischief.

It was hitting her again, the thought of Loki atop her, spreading her legs wider as he penetrated her delicate flower. There was nothing gentle about how he moved when he fully sheathed himself inside of her. In fact, Lucy remembered screaming at the top of her lungs at his staggering length. It would be surprising if she would walk without pain in the morning.

He'd taken the one last piece of innocence left in Lucy.

She was no longer a maiden, a virgin. It was no dream, and Lucy would never get any of that innocence back. That was all she could think about the whole time.

Between her body screaming for more of him, and her mind screaming for him to get off of her. Lucy cursed herself.

How could she sleep after any of this?

Lucy yawned, and whimpered when Loki's arms shifted, moving down to her waist and pulling her naked body closer to him. Her legs were positioned in between his, knees bent, and his cradling hers. Her back was pressed against his chest, warm, toned, and soft. The struggle not to fall asleep with such warmth was her second battle. She was fighting her body once more, as her lids grew heavy and mind dozing.

Within minutes of a hopeless battle, Lucy was closing her eyes, and asleep against the God.


Morning came too quickly.

As she'd expected, Lucy woke with aches, all over her body. She was completely exhausted from the previous night, and was embarrassed to still be naked in her bed. There, however, was one component missing when she opened her eyes. She had not noticed this until she turned on her other side and saw not a one sight of Loki.

Lucy was alone now.

She breathed heavy, looking up at the intricate cieling. Alone. So alone.

It was at that moment, that Lucy's eyes burned, and tears surfeited across her pale cheeks like a flood. She was sobbing with all her might, her stomach hurting so much from holding it inside. Sitting up, but not remembering having done so, Lucy doubled over with her cries, clenching her hands against her chest with each body shaking sob.

This was truly unbearable.

In the midst of her desperate crying, the doors to her chambers opened slowly.

Lucy did not stop her crying, unbeknownst to her, whoever opened the doors was not heard. They approached Lucy, light footsteps and a concerned look on their face, but perhaps they already knew what had taken place with poor Lucy.

When they closed in on the bed and reached out to touch Lucy's naked shoulder, that was when Lucy screamed louder, and smacked the person away from her.

No... no... Loki. Lucy said in her mind.

"Do not cry anymore, dear." said a voice, in which Lucy took a moment to realize that it could not possibly belong to her God, for it was a woman.

Lucy's juddering head lifted to look at this woman, aged, with cascading beige hair that was haphazardly pulled back in a sort of gold band. She was undoubtedly Asgardian, due to how much taller, and developed she was than Lucy. The kind smile on that woman's face was only a sliver of relief to Lucy.

"Wh... who... wh-"

"I am your maidservant, sent to you from Loki. I am here to take care of you while he is gone."

Why did she need a maidservant? Why was Loki assigning her one... Did he not want her to himself? Wasn't these chambers the whole reason of keeping her a secret from anyone other than Loki?

"What would the Lady like to eat this morn?"

Lucy was still in shock, and not confident in how well she would be able to speak back to her maidservant. All she wanted, was to know her name, and to know why she was taking care of her...

"You needn't worry, child... I am not here to hurt you." The maidservant brushed her hand across Lucy's cheek.

A soothing touch, one Lucy wanted to keep against her aching skin.

"I can see how scared you are."

"I-..."

The maidservant nodded, "Let me draw a bath for you, and then I will start on making you some breakfast."


The bath, much like it had been the first time, smelled of jasmine and lavender, with hints of rose petals. Lucy decided to taste this water this time, cupping it into her hands and bringing it to her lips. It certainly tasted like regular water, aside from the otherwordly minerals that only enhanced it's taste and refreshing qualities. Lucy could not help but take another drink, and another.

She stopped herself, realizing that it might look a little silly to be drinking her own bath water.

Lucy slipped into the tub, sinking to her chin in the water. It felt nice not to have Loki's dark aura surrounding her. No, this time it was the aura of the maidservant, kind, gentle... Somewhat understanding.

Lucy wondered if maybe Loki had... with the maidservant... But there was absolutely no trace of him inside of her, around her, or even in her gentle blue eyes. The maidservant was a sight for Lucy's sore eyes.

"I am Loki of Asgard. I am the God of Mischief, I am a king, and you will be my harlot. My pet. I will own you, and there is nothing you can do to stop this, my dear."

Tiny little knives seemed to prick Lucy's back remembering the first words Loki had ever spoken to her. Harlot... He called her his harlot... Lucy had remembered hearing that word a while back when she was in mythogoly classes. A harlot was deemed a whore... on the same level as a mortal prostitute. Lucy sat up straight in the water at this, shaking her head from side to side in denial.

She was no whore, and she certainly was not a prostitute.

Why did he feel the need to call her such things?

Why did he feel the need to take her away?

"Do not fight me, for you have no chance in winning! Scream all you want, until you cannot scream any more. No one will hear you in this room! Your protests are useless, you are mine, harlot!"

Lucy covered her ears with her palms. Her knees had drawn themselves to her chest, she could not push the fresh memories away from her, in her moment in which she had hoped for just a little peace. How foolish she was to even think there would be peace anymore.

"Beg me..." Loki said, panting as he released her wrists from their bind on the head board, "Beg me to finish you. Scream my name."

Lucy was confused as to why he'd let her loose. She groaned as he continued to slam himself inside of her, unable to control her own moans from slipping out. There were still pangs of pain in between her legs each time he moved. Loki had told her not to cry bout it any longer than she already had. She would accustom herself to his size. Loki would make sure of that, he assured her several times.

Lucy, despite what Loki was demanding of her, did not want to be finished. She didn't want to be ridden any longer. At least her mind didn't.

"Beg me, mortal!" She feared that if she did not say something soon, he would kill her, while he still bed her.

It took strength to speak, "Plea...please, my King... Finish me."

Her voice was pitiful, but it had seemed to please Loki.

With his expert fingers, Loki reached down to caress the nub left untouched since his penetration. Lucy moaned a delicious moan when he did this. When he pinched, when he pulled, when he put his fingers into a quickened circular motion around her weeping clit, Lucy was beginning to feel such intense pleasure.

A pleasure absolutely no one would be able to fight.

It was then, Lucy felt a sensation she had never felt, not even given to herself by her own hands, that had her back arching, and her toes curling.

This was just what her mind was screaming for her not to do... Not to let him have everything...

And Lucy had just given him it.

Opening her eyes, Lucy realized that she was crying again.


Eggs, a sort of salted beef, fresh rolled bread, and jam were sitting on a small table near the bed when Lucy walked back into the bedchambers. She did not see the maidservant anywhere, and supposed maybe she was cleaning up from where ever she'd cooked this breakfast.

Lucy did not know whether or not to go ahead and start eating before the maidservant returned. It couldn't possibly do much harm.

Pulling the chair, lighter than Lucy anticipated, away from the table, she gathered herself and sat in it. Lucy hissed at the sting of pain from between her legs, and clenched her jaw for a moment. When the pain was reduced to a light throbbing, Lucy picked up a fork, and debated on what to eat first.

This was Asgardian food. Who was to say that what she was about to eat something that came from an otherworldly animal that she'd never even imagined? Most likely that was the case.

It was so quiet in her chambers. She really couldn't hear anything other than her own breathing, and the sound of her silverware clanging together when she picked them up. Lucy had not come to think, what if she was underground in this prison? Was she at the far end of Asgard? Perhaps where no one dare tread? Or was she just concealed that easily, and everyone was known not to touch anything that belonged to Loki?

What ever the matter, it was too quiet.

She needed music, or something.

"My Lady, is there something wrong with the meal?" Called the maidservant, knocking Lucy away from her thoughts.

Lucy jerked a little, before looking at the woman. She looked back down at the food and then shook her head, "I was only thinking."

It was weird to hear her own voice in this place.

"Oh!" Lucy gasped, clasping her hands over her lips in fear that Loki would show up and scorn her for speaking without his permission.

The maidservant's eyes widened. She quickly realized what Lucy was thinking.

"Dear... don't be afraid. You can speak to me."

"But-"

"How else will I take your orders?"

"Orders?"

"Yes ma'am."

Lucy did not like the feeling this gave her. How could she order someone around when she, herself, was being pushed over by Loki?

Lucy shook her head, "I can't give you orders, maidservant."

The maidservant took a seat across from Lucy, "It is what I'm here for, my Lady."

"Lucy... call me Lucy. I'm not a Queen or anything." Lucy decided that she did not like her new nickname from the maidservant, quickly correcting her.

The maidservant obliged, then followed her obligation by testing Lucy's name on her tongue.

Lucy watched, "Tell me your name."

The maidservant blinked, as if she did not understand what Lucy was asking her. "You may call me Maid, or Maidservant, my l-... Lucy."

Lucy did not feel like any banter, whether it be from curiousity or what ever else she was feeling at that moment. Lucy merely affirmed to the maidservant, and sliced her knife through a piece of the beef that was now lukewarm in front of her.


An hour after the maidservant left her, the doors opened again. It must have been nightfall, for Loki's precense surrounded the air in Lucy's room. She looked up at him, his emerald eyes the first things she noticed, other than his smirk.

He held several bags, labelled with names that she only recognized from Earth.

This made her heart sink.

"I trust you have been a good pet."

Lucy only stared at him.

"You may speak."

She looked away for a second.

Loki groaned low, "I took the liberty of buying these... mortal things for you while I was gone."

The bags were tossed onto the bed in front of Lucy. She could not help but put her eyes on them, wanting to fish out what ever was in them. It felt like home, only a little. Once more, Lucy looked up at Loki, puzzled.

"What?"

"Are you daft, stupid harlot?" He took back one of the bags, ripping it open and letting the contents spill out. "These are your things now... have the decency to tell your King 'thank you'."

"Th-thank you."

This pleased Loki.

"How did the maid treat you?"

She was almost completely absorbed in all that Loki had purchased for her. An assortment of silken gowns, all shorter than Lucy was used to, and mostly whites and blacks, save for the one emerald green coloured gown, matching Loki's eyes.

There were panties, but no bras. No shoes, no socks. Nothing that would keep her warm should the room become cold. Everything was one color set. She guessed it was out of the question to suggest other clothes besides the provocative ones lain before her.

"Um..." Lucy breathed, "She was kind."

"Do you like what you see? They should be your size. While you slept, I measured you."

She could only blush, "Gowns."

He nodded, before ripping open the other bags, "Soaps. Perfumes. Oils. Toiletries. I cannot have my pet diry, can I?"

He was looking at her, the whole time she searched through the things that would belong to her, so long as he kept feeling generous. There was one item, though, that made Lucy jump when she touched it. It was a tube, a rather large tube, of what she deemed lubrication. Loki fished it off the bed after Lucy, and thrust it to her chest.

"Until you are used to me, I can't have you bleeding on your sheets."

She knew he meant that he planned on bedding her again soon. Probably too soon. She was still aching down there. Lucy pretended not to worry, and trailed her fingers across other familiar items. Polish. Tons of it, all colors, save for the color red. Lotions. A few candles of many scents, but nothing red.

Nothing at all.

How peculiar.

"Thank you." Lucy said to him again.

Loki made a small noise. He brought his hand to Lucy's chin and lifted it up harshly. She winced at his strength, and was forced to look straight into his eyes.

"Do not think I will feel this generous all the time, harlot. You will not become spoiled by material items."


well. i've written a lot on this story and went to check my email to see all of the amazing comments/reviews so far! i can't upload this chapter without telling you guys thank you~ I was so worried this story was not going to do good. ANYWAYS. good news. you get three more chapters after this one.