I had known nothing of longing before the days that followed our encounter.

Never before had I experienced such an aching, all consuming need, and fear, than on those days that I lay on the floor of my cell, and waited.

He had sent me away from him as if I was nothing. As if nothing at all had happened between us. But I remembered the taste of his seed on my tongue, I remembered how his fingers had felt on my hair, and his voice echoed in my ears when I tried to close my eyes at night.

My every thought began with his name, and ended with it. He dominated my every waking hour as if he had put a spell on me - which was of course a possibility. I had only one wish, only one reason to keep on breathing - a hope I might be summoned to meet him again.

Four days they kept me waiting.

And on the fifth, I was taken to him.

This time, he was waiting for me. He stood in the middle of the floor, his gaze following my every step, when the guards walked me through the hallway, the short distance that separated our cells. It only took that one look, to make me lose my balance. It was as if I could feel it on my skin, as if his fingers had truly glided on my body, caressing me ever so gently.

It was enough to make me high headed, and take my breath away.

But he remained in place, seemingly cool and tranquil, waiting for the guards to leave, and lock the doors. Only then, when he knew that we were truly alone, he spoke.

"And they just keep sending you back to me." He said, his voice as soft and black as forest honey. "I don't know what I should do with you, my little one."

"You can do whatever pleases you, My Lord."

He grinned, so that his beautiful white canine teeth were revealed. "Is that so? You're that hungry for my touch, that you don't even pretend to be frightened anymore?"

"Would you want me to, My Lord?"

He laughed, but suddenly he was in front of me, and grabbed me by the throat, so that that I could hardly breath. His strong fingers clutched my skin so hard, that I knew they'd leave marks, and his face was just inches away from mine so that his hot breathing fell on my lips.

"You should be afraid of me." He hissed. "Perhaps you've forgotten what I told you the first time we met."

"I have not forgotten." I barely managed to answer. "You reckoned that my life wasn't highly valued, because I was sent to you. I am simply proving that point."

When he heard my words, something flashed in his eyes, something dark, something sinister and frightening, and it made me shiver. But the look was gone in an instant, and suddenly his lips were on my own.

It was the first time he kissed me, the first time I felt his lisp on mine.

It felt like a lightning had struck me, and my knees went weak. I inhaled sharply, and I had to lean to him, to be able to stay on my feet. He grabbed me by the waist with his strong hands, and pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine teasingly, their touch light as a feather. My mouth watered, and a small moan of longing escaped from my lips. And as if to answer that, his mouth pressed on mine, fiercely and hard, he opened my lips and I felt his tongue on mine.

I moaned like an animal, like a person dying of thirst when he's being offered a sip of water. His lips arched into a smile as he heard my voice, and suddenly all my hesitation was gone. I couldn't help myself - I threw my arms around his neck, pushed my fingers into his beautiful, black hair, and pulled him closer into our kiss.

He made a small, dark laugh, as if he found my excitement amusing, but I didn't care. I felt his laughter on my lips, on my tongue, and I inhaled the air he breathed. He scented of leather and wine, and steel, and the pure masculinity of that scent made me shiver. There was a hollow aching inside of my core, making me all hot and trembling in his arms.

By Yggdrasil, I had never wanted a man like this, not in my whole life!

But then again - Loki was not an ordinary man, those had been his own words. And thus the lust he light in me wasn't ordinary either - it was something else entirely. Something raw and primitive, and it left me breathless.

Chuckling, he grabbed my wrists, and effortlessly he pulled my hands away from his hair, and pushed me farther away from him.

He licked his lips like a wolf, and I saw how his chest heaved with heavy breathing. "Do not try to take take liberties with me, wench."

"I'm sorry, My Lord." I breathed, and bowed my head. My heart was pounding like a drum, and it took all I had, to stay put.

"You would do wisely to remember your place, little human. You're here for my entertainment, not the other way around. I will take my pleasure from you, the way I choose to."

I had no time to answer, as he suddenly jerked me around and pushed my face and chest against the wall. My breasts were squeezed to the wall, and all air escaped my lungs, leaving me breathless. He grabbed my hair almost violently, and pulled my head back so that my back arched, and with his other hand he grabbed my skirt and pulled it up.

"Ah!" I screamed, as I felt his cool, long fingers on my most sensitive parts. Slowly, teasingly, he caressed my labia, and found the way to my clit, that was already aching for his touch. "Oh, dear Lord, please…!" I moaned, and he chuckled, as his skillful fingers kept rubbing me. And then, I felt as he pushed a finger inside, and then two, and my knees went weak as the pleasure he caused me flashed through my core like a bolt of lightning.

"You're dripping already." he chuckled, his voice deep and dark, and sinful. "And I haven't even started with you yet, human."

With that he pulled his fingers out of me, and just as I was about to cry out of despair, I felt how he pressed his now bare cock against my crotch, and thrusted inside with one, long, deep push.

Oh, it was so big! Even if I wanted it, it still felt like I was being cut open, and a cry of pain escaped my lips. But he soothed me, caressed my back with his gentle hands, and gave me time to adapt before he began to move.

"Is this what you wanted, my little one?" He whispered in my ear, beginning to circle his hips against me. "I saw you lying on the floor of your cell, watching me, all these days. Tell me - is this what you were thinking? Is this what you yearned for?"

"Yes…!" I managed to breath, and he rewarded me by thrusting deep inside of me, making me gasp. His shaft was like a burning sword inside of me, it split me open from crotch all the way to the sternum, or so it felt. And as he pushed it in me again, and again, it filled me so completely, that all words disappeared from my lips and thoughts of my head, until there was nothing left in me, but the all consuming need to have him, to get him deeper and deeper into me.

But he was the God of mischief, and he wasn't going to let me have all right away.

He pulled his cock out slowly, teasingly, and then pushed it back to me so fast, and fierce that it made me see stars. He grabbed my hips with both hands, and gripped it so that I felt his fingers marking my skin, and he fucked me hard, slicing me open again and again, all the time faster and stronger - but never so that he'd touch my aching clit, so that I'd be truly rewarded.

And then, suddenly, without a warning, he pulled out of me. I could not help crying out of despair, when I felt the emptiness he left in me.

"My Lord, please, please..." I began, but my words were lost, as he grabbed me into his arms, and kissed me almost violently. His tongue entered my mouth, and it tasted of salt and lust and wine, and I couldn't help but to moan, as he pulled me near, and I felt his gorgeous erection pressing hot and hard against my abdomen, all wet from my fluids.

Slowly he opened his shirt, and pulled it off completely, revealing his pale, beautifully formed chest. He was lean and muscular, his skin almost the color of ivory. Without asking for a permission, I laid my hands on his shoulders, slowly let my fingers glide along his skin to his arms, to feel his strong muscles that trembled under his skin. They hardened under my touch, as he clenched his fists - and suddenly he inhaled sharply, and raised his hands to grab my wrists, pulling my hands away.

"Don't!" He breathed, and gripped me so hard that it hurt.

I winced, and a small cry of pain left my lips, but I took his meaning - he did not want for me to touch him - he wanted to touch me.

His face suddenly hard and ruthless, he threw me down on the divan, spread my legs and knelt to the floor between them. He pushed his cock deep inside of me, with one, long thrust, and my back arched, the pain and pleasure striking my core. He thrusted so deep, I could have sworn that I felt his shaft in my heart. His fingers gripped the skin of my hips as he pulled me on the edge of the divan, as close to him as possible, and I heard how he groaned wolfishly, as he entered me.

I cried out loud with every thrust, not caring who might hear me.

With every move, he pushed me closer to the peak of my pleasure, and soon I was losing all sense. I could not help but to scream, as he penetrated me again, and again. His cock inside of me hitting all my secret spots of pleasure, his fingers from time to time brushing gently on my swollen clit, and I knew it he would soon push me over the edge.

"My Lord ...!" I moaned. "I ... ah!"

"Yesss!" He hissed.

"Ah...!" An unbearable heat burned inside of me. I pushed my hips against his, wrapped my thighs around him. "Oh, please…!"

"Say it!"

"Say what?" I moaned, biting my lip.

"My name!" He commanded. "Say it!"

"Loki ...!" I exclaimed, and as I did, he thrusted his cock in me with force, deeper than ever. "Aah...! Loki!" I kept screaming his name, as I came like an exploding supernova.

For a moment I lost all grip to reality. There was nothing, but the wave of pleasure, that washed over me. I had never came that way, not even close, not like this, my head spinning, my legs spasming, my heart racing in my chest - and his erection still hard, deep inside of me, sending new waves of orgasm in me until I finally felt my muscles relaxing.

When I finally managed to breath again, I hesitantly opened my eyes.

He was still there, between my thighs, his shaft hard and demanding inside of me. But his eyes... God, in his eyes, for the shortest of moments, there was a look I'd never seen before. It was so open, so sincere, that it took my breath away. He looked at me as if I was something amazing, something incredibly valuable, and my heart skipped a few beats.

No one had ever looked at me like that.

But the moment was over in a heartbeat. He masked his face with the look I knew much better, the evil, mischievous grin. He clenched his fingers into the skin of my thighs, pulled my legs wide open and without waiting for permission, he began to fuck me again, and now he did it ruthlessly. Each thrust was deep, fast and raw, and he no longer looked at my face. His gaze followed the movement of his cock when it sank in me, and suddenly I became very aware of myself, ashamed even, feeling way too exposed in front of him.

I blushed and covered my face with my hands, but he grabbed me by the wrists and forced my hands on my sides. His fingers clenched my skin so that I knew they'd leave bruises, but I said nothing. The words failed me, for even if his hands hurt me, his shaft inside of me felt as sweet as ever, and I still yearned more of it.

However, he was now going to take his pleasure, as he wished.

Hard he pressed me against the divan, and only after a few, deep and almost violent thrusts, he reached his peak.

He squeezed his eyes closed, and I saw how he bit his lip. He groaned as he came, spitting out a few curses, but then collapsed on top of me, pressed a kiss on my forehead, and wrapped his arms around me. On my breasts, I felt his heart beating, and his hot breathing fell on my face, while his cock was still pulsing slowly inside of me. His breathing calmed down little by little, and he slid his fingers through my hair, as if just to caress me. His lips moved to my neck, and kissed me, sucked on my skin on a way I knew would leave a mark on me.

I made a small, satisfied sound, and turned my head to see his face, but he flinched and immediately withdrew farther. His beautiful, black hair covered his eyes when he suddenly got up, and I felt his cock sliding out of me.

"Loki ..." I tried to say, as I stood up, but his gaze was suddenly cold and distant, and it stopped me.

"Remember your place, woman, and address me accordingly!" He threw the words on my face while dressing.

His words were like a punch on my face.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." managed, and turned my gaze from him.

Suddenly I tasted tears in my throat, hot, bitter tears, lurking behind my eyes. I tried to swallow them, tried to hide them so hard that I bit my lip, but I didn't succeed. Now that the passion was leaving me, I could feel the traces of his touch in every part of my body, and the insult he had thrown on my face, left me shaken. I was hurt and I ached all over, inside and out, and suddenly I felt very small and vulnerable.

I kept my eyes down, but I couldn't stop the tears from falling down to my cheeks. Goddamned this! You're nothing but a crybaby, a pathetic, miserable, slave. No wonder no one loves you!

I tried to silence my inner voice, tried to wipe away my tears as discreetly as possible, but of course he noticed.

Slowly he walked back to me, examined me for a moment with his piercing gaze, without saying a thing. I tried to collect my dress and cover my nakedness, but at some point of our lovemaking, Loki's fingers had torn it apart, and I couldn't get it on me anymore.

Without a word, he picked up a his cape from a nearby chair, and wrapped it on me. For a short while his hands stayed on my shoulders and I felt his warmth through the fabric. Grateful, I wrapped his cloth tightly around me, and inhaled his familiar scent of leather and steel from it, but he turned his back on me, and walked a few steps farther.

"I've hurt you." He said quietly. It was a statement, not an apology.

"Not too much, My Lord."

"Will you heal?" He asked, still not looking at me.

I managed a small laugh. "Yes, undoubtedly I will"

"Good." He turned, and his eyes met mine. "You did well, for a human. I don't wish you any harm."

"I'm glad that I have been able to please My Lord." I replied, and looked down again.

He seemed to waver for a moment, but then walked back to me, and sat next to me on the divan. It was as if he hesitated, his hand stopped in the air for a few heartbeats, but then he laid it on my arm. His touch on me was gentle, and light like a bird's wing. His long, thin fingers were so elegant, so beautiful and delicate, that it was difficult to realize that those same hands had touched me in such a different way just a few moments earlier.

"I was not the only one who got pleasure, surely?" He finally said.

"No, My Lord. You know this." I couldn't help but to blush, as I remembered the ways he had made me his.

He grabbed my chin gently, and lifted my face so he could look at it. Those dark forest meadow eyes, surrounded with long, black lashes - the look in them was shadowed, dark and full of meanings I couldn't read. It was as if he was searching my face to find something, but I can't tell if what he saw in me, pleased him or not. But after a while, he slowly leaned closer to me, and pressed his lips on my own.

I gasped, as the desire suddenly flashed through my body. It was like a lightning strike, it went from my lips, to my nipples (I felt them hardening again), and it made my weary body ache. His lips were so sweet on my own, so gentle and so soft, and yet so demanding - and despite my exhaustion, I leaned to him.

I wanted him more than was good for me, and I'm sure he knew it, but nonetheless, he kissed me for a long time before he finally let go.

"You're tired." He said then, with a cool and calm voice. "Rest now, little one."

I didn't argue, for I knew he was right. I lay down on the couch, my body aching, pulling myself on a fetal position, covering my nakedness with his cape. He placed his hand on my hip for a short moment, but then stood up to walk away.

"My Lord ...!" I dared to call him, and he turn to look at me.

"Yes?"

"Please, do not go yet. Would you not… stay with me for a while?"

I do not know what kind of courage made me say those words out loud, but perhaps he took pity on me, because he showed no anger, nor did he mock me. With a silent sigh, he sat back by my side, and laid his hand on my hip. I felt it's warmth on my skin through the fabric.

"All right, my little human." His fingers moved to my back, caressing me like I was his pet, a cat perhaps. "You've been a good girl today."

I closed my eyes and let his touch to lull me to sleep. The sleepiness engulfed my tired body almost immediately, so fast that afterwards I wondered, whether he had something to do with it.

When I woke up, I was back in my cell. I was still naked, and wrapped in his cloth. Its dark green linen fabric had his scent in it, and his warmth still surrounded me so, that for a moment I thought I was still in his arms. But soon enough I dropped out of the dream, and was pulled into the intolerable reality.

I tried to get up on my feet, but my muscles were so sore, that I winced. When I looked at my arms and my body, I saw large, dark purple bruises all over. I was branded. His fingers had marked my skin.

The bruises terrified me, but at the same time it was intoxicating to see them, for they were a reminder of the things we had done. They aroused me, for I remembered how each and every one of them had been born. I remembered how his hands had felt on my skin - ruthless, hard, ravenous. He had marked me as his own, and I did not resent it.

Slowly I managed to rise to my knees and I dragged myself to my cell's see through wall. I reached as far as I could to see him, but he wasn't in that part of his prison I could see. I sighed, and disappointment cut through my heart, the hurt deeper than the one cused by my wounds.

For I needed to see him, like a flower needs to see the sun. And I wanted for him to see me. I wanted for him to see me now - as I was, alone and naked, only his cloth covering me, his fingerprints on my skin.

But he did not come out, and I knew he was avoiding me, for I did not see him on the following days either. It was full three days, that I only saw short glimpses of him, and not once did he look at my direction.

But on the fourth day his brother Thor came to see me. By then, my bruises had turned to a sickening shade of dark yellow, and I knew just what went through his mind as he saw me.