Hello BlackFrost fans! Thank you for reading this. As you, know there is a Trigger Warning in this fic, so I would urge you not to read if you have any abuse triggers! Thanks again!

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"Is the bed not good enough for you?"

Natasha was woken suddenly by the unamused voice of her captor. Scrambling quickly off the floor, Natasha faced Loki with caution. He did not look impressed; in fact anger was etched over his facial features. His blue eyes twinkled at her, roaming her barely covered body with lust. Blue? Hold on, weren't they green when she last saw him? She was pretty close to his face, so she was pretty sure she wasn't mistaken. Now she thought of it, he did look younger- sadder, even- last time. Why did his eyes change with his mood?

"I was just… Unsure if it was a permanent furnishing." Natasha said quietly. Loki shook his head and laughed at her.

"Oh really? I was kind enough to give you two gifts yesterday, both you were ungrateful for. Why shouldn't I just take them away again?" And with a click of his fingers, she was naked once more. The bed evaporated next to her, and she stepped back away from his. She was scared; at least he wasn't so intimidating yesterday. Well, she assumed it was yesterday, who knew how time worked in this place?

"No, no. I am grateful. Very grateful, actually." Natasha said quickly, her eyes pleading into his. She hated being exposed this way.

"Perhaps I should make you more grateful." A menacing murmur escaped his lips and he stepped towards her slowly. Panicking, Natasha darted out of his way, but unfortunately she was no match for the God; who grabbed her around the waist with both hands and threw her against the wall. She screamed when his arms tightened around her, but the impact of hitting the wall knocked the breath out of her, cutting the scream off halfway.

An icy hand clenched around her throat and lifted her struggling body two feet off the ground. "How dare you insult my hospitality with your lies, spider? After what I have done for you?" He hissed up at her, but Natasha's brain was too oxygen deprived to even form a reply. She could feel herself slipping out of consciousness when the pressure on her neck was lifted and she fell to the floor. Loki had stepped out of the way, giving her barely a second to throw her arms out to soften the impact with the floor.

She managed to push herself up, but to no avail as Loki sent his foot into her stomach, rolling her onto her back- and throwing her halfway across the room at the same time. Without warning, Loki had flattened her body to the floor with his own, glaring down at her. "You're a hateful creature, Natasha Romanoff. Why do I bother to keep you alive?"

"Because you- want to punish me?" Natasha stuttered, her heart racing under her ribs. His fist collided with her face, breaking the skin on her cheek. Blood welled in the wound, and she could practically feel her eye beginning to bruise.

"Did I say you could speak?" Loki leant down and hissed in her ear, before biting her earlobe and tugging it with his teeth. Natasha lay as still as possible, not trying to pull away as she knew it could lead to more bleeding and pain. "No. I keep you alive because you are mine. You have been since we first met." This confused her, but she daren't ask in case he hit her again. She could feel his tongue trailing along the veins in her neck, and then he gently bit and sucked at the skin.

She clenched her fists, trying to urge herself to fight him off. "You still don't see it, do you? We are the same, Natasha. We are both monsters. We kill. We lie. We fuck. We are the embodiments of human sin. You can pretend to be above it, to try and convince yourself that that is passed. But deep down, you know you belong in the shadows with me. I was never going to touch your friends. You have been what I wanted for too long. And now I have you, there is nothing you can do about it."

She could feel his breath against her skin whilst his head was buried in her neck. It was cold, leaving her with chills along her spine. She wasn't expecting him to stand up again, pulling her up with him. She checked his eyes again, which were now a gentle blue-green. What did that mean? He waved his hand and she was clothed again.

This time, her given outfit was a black silk nightdress that came halfway down her thigh. Another wave of his hand and the room was fully furnished, a green carpet covering the floor, the walls panelled with green and gold. The four-poster bed was now joined by a black velvet chaise-longue, and a fully stocked kitchen appeared in the corner of the room. She thanked God for the bathroom appliances that had also appeared, but turned to look at Loki inquisitively.

"What's with the refurbishment?"

"Put it this way- I will return later, and when I do I am expecting your full gratitude. That is whatever I want from you, including a meal. If you please me, you may keep the decorations. If not- you will rot naked in the corner. Am I clear?" Loki spoke sharply, like a general giving orders.

"Yes, you're clear." Natasha nodded. She quite liked the room now she had the chaise longue to sleep on. She still couldn't bring herself to look at the bed. Once again, the God picked her up and pressed her back into the wall. He kissed her hard, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away.

"Tonight, then, Miss Romanoff."