Gags, HP AU with Snatcher!Loki

He was hoping he'd be the one to find her, praying that for once things would go his way. They used to work together, after all, so if there was anyone who deserved vengeance for what she'd done, how she'd betrayed them? Well, Loki definitely was right at the head of the line. She and her little group had been camping, hiding out in one of the many forests that littered the country, and though they'd been careful to take all the necessary precautions to ensure that they weren't found out by muggles or snatchers, they hadn't been able to keep up their disguise once the forest fire had crept towards their hidden camp, Loki having given the order to start it as they waited for Natasha and her crew to make an appearance. If they killed more of the inbred idiots while they were there so much the better. The fire was entirely impervious to the muggle's water that they'd tried throwing on there, and as they ran and raced through the forest like animals trying to escape an oncoming storm, he'd watched as Natasha, Rogers, and Stark had fled the protection of their enchantments, unable to do anything against the fire without alerting the muggles to their magic. It had been perfect.

The flames had licked closer to the group as Loki and his snatchers chased after the group, the two more that left the tent soon afterwards easily caught and bound without so much as a discernable word from them. Barton had tried to fight back, but Loki's stunner had caught him in the temple and his body had fallen like concrete. Banner and Stark were easier to subdue, and Rogers after that had been next. Natasha barely stopped, hardly registering that her companions had fallen as she flit through the forest, dodging spell after spell, ignoring the muggles that shouted at her. She started firing back, aiming for Loki, who was just about as fast as she was and just as intent on catching up as she was to run away. Wordlessly he threw a hex at her legs, trying them together with tight rope that might've cut off her circulation if she kept struggling. Not that she seemed to care. The fire around them was reflected in her eyes, which hardened and narrowed as she glared up at him, screaming against the rope that had wrapped around her mouth, parting her pretty pink lips perfectly . He grabbed her by her bindings and jolted her up onto her feet.

"Found you, Romanov," he murmured, smirking and trying not to take her right there and then. His hand hit her head, knocking her out, before hoisting her tiny body over his shoulder and pulling her back with him.

They left the forest burning, apparating to their camp to escape the flames. Well, Loki apparated there. The others took the resistance group to the Malfoys; Bellatrix would be thrilled to have new play toys.

Loki had taken his sweet time before Nat woke up, her pulse fluttering as she tried to fight the aftereffects of the stunning spell. Her wrists had been bound above her head and to the wall of the tent Loki spent his nights in, her legs left dangling, toes able to touch the floor but not much else, and a deep green scarf had been tied around the back of her head and filled her mouth just as the rope had done. He very much enjoyed the view, grinning to himself as he took a step back to admire the work he'd done. Not half bad, and she looked as though she might come to any second. A relief because he hated waiting.

"Natasha," he murmured quietly, leaning over to whisper in her ear as he felt her starting to tremble and fight against the bonds keeping her in place. Her breathing stuttered, his name mumbled and sounding so much sweeter than he could've anticipated, and when he pulled away it was to find himself locking eyes with her, her brow furrowed and eyes glaring daggers.

"We missed you Romanov," he purred as he kissed his way down the side of her cheek. "I missed you. My bed has been rather lonely since you've decided to be a traitor."

Here she swore at him, or at least it sounded like it. The scarf made it hard to discern individual noises and words. He just laughed and trailed a finger down her body.

"You're mine, you know that? My prize." He purred the word, feeling his body respond to it, his cock getting hard already. "All mine to do with what I wish and no one can stop me."

"Go to hell," he heard her mutter before he moved his hand downward to cup her cunt. She gave a quiet squeak that he interpreted as a moan, his finger rubbing through the fabric at her clit. Her back arched slightly, the toes of her feet curling.

"You know I missed you in my bed every night," he murmured in her ear. "And I'm really going to enjoy having you back with me." His fingers moved upwards to undo the button and zipper of her pants. She tried pulling away but he moved and held her hips tightly. "Natasha. You missed me too. I can feel it in the way your breath hitches and how your pulse thrums when I'm near you. You betrayed us, but you still are loyal to me even if not to our cause. I'm going to thoroughly love reminding you of that."

From behind he worked at undoing the buttons of her jeans and slipping them down, along with her panties. They fell with ease to the ground, aided by gravity, and he breathed deep the scent of her arousal as it filled the air, the thrill of being right rushing through him like a drug. His hands brushed over her thighs as they moved to his own belt and pants, sliding them off before striding around to face her. She glared at him, the green of the scarf in her mouth clashing perfectly with her red hair, and without being prompted he reached up and ripped her shirt open, marveling as he always did at her perfect breasts. She shouted obscenities at him when he got to her bra, which he simply pushed down so that her breasts spilled over the top of the worn article of clothing. Her nipples were already hard, and he took them into his mouth one at a time, rolling the bud with his tongue until she was biting hard on the scarf and tense from trying not to say anything. While she focused on that he reached over and grabbed her by the thighs, hoisting them up so his cock was pressed right against the entrance of her pussy. She froze, breathing speeding up, and he looked up through his lashes at her. A smirk curled his lips and he sucked harder on her breast as he pressed into her, reveling in the hot, tight warmth around him. Nat shouted through the gag, tightening further as he pushed in all the way, slamming that final inch in with a particularly hard thrust that left her keening.

He wasn't about to take it slow, and as he pulled away from her breasts to bite and suck on her neck he wrapped her legs around his waist and fucked her as hard as he could until she was screaming into the gag from being ripped apart from the inside out. She'd been so wet and welcoming it was as though he'd never left, fitting him like a glove as he sped up to chase his own climax. Around him, she started to clench, panting through the gag and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Come for me, Natasha," he growled against her skin, biting her collarbone as he thrusted in particularly hard, sure he'd hit her cervix by the way her body had spasmed slightly around him. If it hurt she rolled with it, no stranger to the sensation. One hand abandoned her hips, where he'd left bruises from his grip on her skin, and embedded itself in her hair, forcing her to look down at him. "Come for me, and tell me who you belong to as you do."

"Loki," she murmured, the last syllable lost in a whimper as he punctuated her words with even harder thrusts. He rolled his eyes and tightened his hold on her hair.

"Say my name."

She repeated it over, and over, until he was shouting at her, demanding she match him in volume and ferocity, until even with the gag in her mouth there could be no mistake that she was screaming his name. Only then did he let himself come, stilling inside her, cock twitching as it filled her up. The sensation set her off and with one last high pitched wail she convulsed in his grip, hips rocking forward to gain a better purchase on his cock. He waited until she grew still, hushing her and soothing her through the last seconds of her orgasm, kissing her cheeks, jaw, ears, and throat until she sobbed quietly in his hold.

"This is only just the beginning," he purred in her ear as he adjusted them both so she could see all the filthy plans he had in store for her. She started to shake, a potent mix of fear and excitement kindling in her own gaze. "I told you, Natasha. You're mine, now and forever."


A/N: Hope you enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading!