A/N: Well, as promised, this needs to be bumped up to M. I didn't MEAN for it to, it just... Happened. ^^; Thank you to xxxfanxxx30, Tamashi'eko, and Angel-of-Death935 (from deviantart) for helping through some particularly rough writer's block in this chapter.
I still own nothing.
"Hey, sweetie… You must be hungry. You want me to make you something?" you ask innocently.
"I would not be opposed to the idea," he mutters. You meander over to the minifridge in the corner of your room, pausing for a moment when Steve knocks on your door.
"My shift's over. Bruce is here. He's elected to wait outside the house. Just in case, you know?" Steve says through the door.
"Alright! Thanks, Steve! See you tomorrow!" you call over your shoulder, going back to rummaging through the fridge. Perfect! you think, your face lighting up. You take out two bottles and a package of lunchmeat. You grab a paper plate from on top of the refrigerator, take some bread from the bag beside it, then begin to make Loki a sandwich. Once the meat is on the bread, you open one of the bottles and pour a very generous helping of red liquid on it. You open the other bottle and pour some of the transparent liquid onto the other piece of bread, then close the sandwich, cut it in quarters, and hand the plate to Loki, smiling.
Loki quirks a suspicious eyebrow at you, but picks up one of the sandwich quarters, holding it up in a toast-like manner and takes a bite from it. It barely hits his tongue before he starts coughing it up and spitting it out. "What in Valhalla is this monstrosity?" he cries, outraged.
"What? Is something wrong with it?" you ask, trying your best to keep a straight face.
"What did you put on this?" he roars.
"Just the usual… Some Satan's Ghost hot sauce and some tequila… Why? Don't you like it?"
"Why you little-" he growls, standing and stalking toward you. You hold out a finger.
"Uh-ah-ah!" you mock, "I told you there would be torture for stealing my shake. Besides. You're not done yet. Movie?"
"No. I will not fall for another of your tricks," he says stubbornly.
"Come on, it's just a movie. Can't do any harm," you say, waving Twilight in front of him. He growls. Not one to be defeated in matters of will by a mortal, however, he gives in.
"Okay. Fine. We can watch your little movie," he says, sitting back down on the bed. You grin. You may hate this movie, but with any luck, he'll hate it more. You slip the DVD into the player, turn on the TV, grab the remote, and run, jumping onto the bed and turning to cuddle into him. When the title menu comes on, you hit play and watch the horrifyingly written, monstrously acted thing that some people called a film.
Less than quarter-way through, Loki seems to get bored, irritated, or both. "Must we continue this? I know that you aren't enjoying it any more than I am. Perhaps we could find something more… Interesting to do?" With the last two statements, he leans down, flicking his tongue against your ear again, remembering how it nearly made you shudder in the diner. You grit your teeth and swallow heavily, trying desperately not to give into the temptation. "Don't fight," he whispers, his voice dark and silky. A shiver runs unbidden down your spine. "You see? You want it too," he murmurs, his mouth moving down from your ear to the hollow between your jaw and your neck.
Do not give in, do not give in… you think. "Give in… You know you need to. Just give yourself to me," he hisses softly. You gulp again, shaking your head slowly. You try to focus on the screen. Really, you do. But it's a little hard to focus on a crappy movie when there is a silver-tongued god sitting next to you licking and biting your collarbone.
"I s-said no!" you yell quietly, shoving him back onto the bed, pinning him down, "And when I say no, I mean no." You're mildly surprised to hear that your voice has lowered in register, now more raspy than before.
Despite your rejection, you find yourself placing your hands on his chest, massaging the cool, tight flesh. Your hands wander slowly down, resting your hands on his stomach briefly before running your fingertips up his sides. You see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, and you grin. The edges of your nails begin to slowly trace invisible characters up and down his sides, eliciting a soft, mewling moan. He tries to bring his hands up to hold you, but you pin them down with your own arms again, slowly lowering yourself down so that torsos touch, your chin ending up in the crook of his shoulder. You turn your head and begin to kiss his long, pale, beautiful neck, swiping his rough jawline with your tongue.
Loki shudders, growls, and flips you onto your back. You let out a sudden squeak of surprise, but find any further speech rendered impossible when he presses his mouth to yours again, just as insistent, passionate, and dominating as the first time you met. You open your mouth slightly, inviting his tongue to join yours –an invitation which he quickly accepts. You bite down on his tongue, and he reels back, giving you time to flip positions again. He starts to try to flip over once more, but is stopped when your hands fly to his throat, tickling him. He starts chuckling.
"S- Stop! Th- That tickles!" he cries, trying to pry your hands away from him. You move down, tickling his sides. This has him nearly in stitches. "Oh lord, stop!" You pay no attention, moving down once again, this time to a place you have found sends people over the edge, almost without fail. You tickle the arches of his feet, and he jerks away as if he has been burned, now howling with laughter.
"If you don't be quiet, I'm going to have to gag you," you purr, grabbing hold of his left leg, tickling mercilessly.
"Is everything alright in there?" you hear Bruce call from somewhere in the kitchen.
"Yeah! I'm fine! Just watching a funny movie!" you call back, putting a hand over Loki's mouth. He licks your palm, causing you to jerk away. "Child," you huff, pouting.
"Need I remind you that I am several centuries your elder?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow, his laughing fit subsided.
"Well when you put it that way…" you giggle.
"Come. Lie with me," he says, beckoning for you to join him.
"Yes, O Ticklish One," you laugh, curling up both beside and on top of him. He kisses your temple and strokes your back. You sigh happily. "Why couldn't you have been like this before?"
"Like what, and before what?" he asks, staring at the ceiling.
"Playful, fun, not creepy. Before I went to Tony and Steve. They never would have gotten involved, and the two of us could have been together freely and openly," you sigh, tracing the unknown characters again on his chest.
"That does not matter now. I am sorry for having scared you. That was not my intention. Not entirely, anyway." You chuckle, burying your face in his neck, breathing in the cool scents of mint, campfire smoke, a touch of eucalyptus… He smells heavenly.
When you realize that the movie is over, you take out the disc and pick out a new one, sliding it into the player, not bothering to look at what it is. Besides Twilight, you like all of the movies on your shelf, so it doesn't really matter what it is. Jumping back onto the bed, you hear the Nightmare on Elm Street theme playing. You freeze. When did that get there? you wonder, dismissing the thought. Loki is there. He can protect you. Even if Freddy isn't real.
You must have fallen asleep watching the movie, because the next thing you hear is a knock on your door. "It's me, Clint. Just… Letting you know Bruce went home. Let me know if you need anything."
"Thanks, Hawkeye. I think I'm good for now," you mumble, rubbing your eyes. You look over and see Loki still lying there, watching you.
"Good evening, sleeping beauty," he grins, kissing your cheek. You smile and kiss his nose before stretching and trying to read your clock. "It's only five." You nod and lie back down, face down, one arm sprawled over his slender chest. "Eh-eh-eh! No sleeping yet. I've got to get back for that little tease stunt you pulled." He grins maliciously, but somehow you don't think you're going to mind this payback.
Loki runs his cool hands up your sides, mirroring your earlier actions. You shiver happily, his cue to move his hands from your waist to your face, his slender fingers tracing your cheekbones, jawbones, lips. He leans down and kisses you, softly this time, tenderly, lovingly. You try to tangle your fingers into his long, slick hair, but he puts your arms up behind your head, securing them to the bedpost with some form of magic.
"I'll have none of that," he chides, eyes glinting. You growl and pull against the restraints, but find that there is absolutely no give whatsoever. He ignores you, leaning in for another kiss, this time pressing his lips to your jaw, neck and collarbone. His fingers work open the buttons of your shirt, exposing more flesh for him to kiss and nip.
By the time he comes to your pant line, you are twisting against your restraints, well aware that you'll have bruises in a couple of hours. "Let me go," you growl, "You're the one that started this!"
Loki seems to consider this for a moment before releasing your arms. "I do not release my… Prisoners often," he murmurs, leaning down to your ear to whisper, "Feel special, love." Your heart skips a beat, and before you know what you're doing, you lunge at Loki, knocking him back onto the bed again, straddling his torso. You dip down to kiss him, weaving your fingers into his hair. Loki grins, biting your lip softly, his hands making quick work of your bra clasp.
"L- Loki…" you huff when he flips you over, removing your pants before letting his hands wander freely over your now very nearly fully exposed body.
"You can hide nothing," he murmurs, kissing your neck, "Nor do you have any reason to. You are a beautiful young woman." You swallow, back arching, trying to get nearer to your lover, as if you are trying to meld your very flesh together.
"C- come on…" you manage, wondering how in his name he managed to keep his thoughts and words coherent.
"Centuries of practice." You push him off just long enough for you to slip his pants off of him, leaving him in nothing.
"You… Don't wear underwear?" you ask, suddenly very amused.
"No. No I don't. They are a waste of time, space, and terribly uncomfortable," he answers, lying you back again, in no mood for idle talk. He descends upon you, pinning you to the bed, giving you no hope of dominance. Loki contorts so that his chin rests on your shoulder and his hips are in line with yours.
"Lo-oki-i," you groan, wishing he would stop being such a tease.
"That's what you get," he chuckles before biting down on your shoulder, nearly drawing blood. You gasp, the pain mixed with pleasure. Your back arches again, grinding your hips against his. He hisses, grabbing your sides, his nails digging into the soft, exposed flesh. You growl and lean up to kiss him again, waiting with bated breath for what you know will inevitably follow.
"I told you you would be mine," Loki purrs in your ear, stroking your side.
"Loki?"
"Yes, love?"
"Shut up."
