Authors note: Sorry for not updating sooner everyone, but I have been obsessing over the Godfather movies recently. I just watched the first one for the first time on Halloween and I have been having a bunch of ideas for a Godfather OC...which won't get out of my head. And it kind of sucks. Al Pacino is just so damned sexy in the first two. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I only own Phraia.
About an hour later, they arrived back at Loki's hideout. An older looking man was discussing something with Loki in the living room. Loki glanced up, watching Phraia limp awkwardly back into the house leaving spots of blood as she went.
"Why on earth do you need a semi? She asked. There was a semi parked across the street.
Loki sighed, shooing the older man away.
"It is none of your concern, Sit, you are getting blood everywhere." She plopped down on the couch.
"You had me followed." She glared.
"For your own protection." He didn't even look at her.
Phraia twisted her leg so she could get at her foot to pick out the glass. But Loki swatted her hand away and extended her leg toward him, placing her foot on his lap.
"How did you manage this?" Loki said examining her wounds.
"I forgot my shoes." Phraia tensed as Loki extracted the foreign objects from her flesh and placed them on the coffee table in between them.
"I do not need protection. I can handle myself." She argued.
"What would you have done once the authorities showed up?" He asked.
"I would have been long gone." He pulled the last piece of glass from her foot. She looked up at him.
"You know, you're not nearly as frightening and evil as everyone makes you out to be."
Loki seemed to have a hard time processing this.
"It was supposed to be a compliment." She added.
"I am frightening and evil, you just t-"She lightly kissed his cheek.
"No you're not." She said smugly.
"Yes I a-" Phraia had started tracing his lips.
"Stop arguing with me, you will not win." His green eyes looked angered, but she was not afraid of him. For some reason she had this feeling that he would not hurt her, could not hurt her.
Suddenly his long fingers firmly wrapped around her throat, but did not cause her discomfort. He was looking into her light blue eyes.
"Why do you not fear me?" He growled.
"You have not given any reason to." Phraia said simply.
"I could kill you without a second thought."
"Then do it." She tested him. Loki looked…conflicted. She felt his fingers squeeze lightly but he immediately let go altogether and stood up. His small army was watching them curiously, seeing a side of Loki none has seen before.
"Dr. Selvig if you would go to the location we talked about…."
"Yes sir."
"You two, accompany the doctor, and make sure he gets their safe." The two agents followed Selvig out the door.
"You three, watch the house, I have no doubt someone will come snooping soon enough."
"And you." His eyes bore into hers.
"Come with me."
She followed him towards the room where she had first woken up in. As the door slammed shut, her back was slammed against it, and she found that she couldn't move.
"I should make you fear me. Just like everyone else." She rolled her eyes, one of the only things she could do.
"I do not think you can." He moved closer, so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek.
"Why do you need me to fear you so much anyways? What will that accomplish?"
"You talk too much." He ignored her question and locked her jaw in place.
"Much better, now, you think I can not make you fear me? Do you not remember when I went into your mind? I know exactly what I can do to make you fear me." The first thing he did was transform her Shield clothing into a dark green lingerie set, and nothing more. He saw the anger flame in her eyes. She immediately tensed up, as he admired her exposed flesh.
'Coward." She mentally shouted at him.
He seemed to have heard it because his left hand wrapped around her throat again, but this time, much tighter. His other hand was tracing along her ribcage down to her hip, his finger tips lightly caressing the sensitive skin just above her panty line.
"I am no coward." Loki seethed.
'Then release me.' She was surprised when he actually did, it caused her to almost lose her footing. But she grabbed onto the doorknob to balance herself, then ripped it out of the socket and chucked it at him.
She quickly transformed her undergarments to her old clothing she wore at home. Being a god…her clothing was similar to Loki's, except where there was gold and green there was silver and purple. And instead of the outer leather straps she had unbreakable metal chains. And did she wear it well.
Before Loki finished admiring her new look, she sent a small blade she materialized at his family jewels. Unfortunately, he moved at the last second and the knife only nicked his leg. She sent him flying down the hall, splitting the door in half. But Loki was quick, he had rolled to his feet and shot up before she could attack him again and set the walls behind Phraia on fire, forcing her closer to him.
"You are holding back, let go." Loki egged her on. She stayed where she was, in her fighting stance.
"I saw how quickly you defeated my brother, fight me." He took a few steps toward her.
"Fight me." He watched as her eyes slowly darkened, he moved closer with his scepter in his hand.
"Or I could take over your mind like I did to the rest of my obedient followers. Then I could do whatever I please to you." The last few words were whispered in her ear. And he let his fingers snake slightly over her waist. And she lost it.
Blue flames erupted from the palm of her hands and they shot towards him. Loki countered it with an ice shield which he then used to knock her out of the sliding glass door. The glass door was now shards littered on the grass. And those shards were flying toward Loki, prepared to slice him open. But they went right through him, a holographic version of him.
The real Loki was behind her on the grass. She didn't need to turn around; she focused on the energy and life around her and used it as a channel to Loki. Unfortunately he was too smart for that and he went back the the lifeless concrete. She moved to get a hand on him to continue to take his energy, but she only manages to knock the scepter out of his hands. He was always one step ahead of her.
With the scepter now in her clutches she used the combined energy of the Tesseract and her own power to send Loki flying back into the house. The amount of power caused Loki backwards into the house, which collapsed onto itself from the sheer force.
"Are you alright sir?"
"Yes of course. Now make yourselves useful for once and find me somewhere else to stay."
"Yes Sir."
"Why did you do that?!" Phraia
"…? Can you be a little more specific?"
"All of that….why did… you had better have a good reason for—"
"Perhaps I wanted to see what you are capable of." She glared at him.
"You had better be telling the truth." She really did hope that because if he wasn't then would he have…actually hurt her…make her fear him…because at the moment she was confused. All he really did was make her lose control.
"I am not the God of lies for nothing." What the hell was that supposed to mean? she thought.
"It was not my intention to hurt you it never was. I am not a violent man by nature."
She raised a questioning eyebrow at the man trying to take over Midgard, but he ignored. But she was right he wasn't trying to hurt her.
"I took you from Shield because you do not belong there. You do not belong on an aircraft surrounded by mortals. You have no reason to be there."
"They helped me. I owe them."
"Sir the authorities are already on their way.." An agent interrupted them.
"Have you found a suitable place for us?" Loki questioned.
"Indeed sir." He nodded. Then turned back to Phraia.
"We are leaving. Will you join us or go back to Shield?"
"Well I do not think I can go back now without some serious trouble." She followed Loki into the same car that brought her back to his hideout. He held the car door open for her and drove away from the rubble.
"You know as well as I that I can handle myself against mortals. I thought you to be the god of mischief. Why can you not make up a good excuse as to why I should stay on your side silvert- " He pulled her to his chest and kissed her, Effectively shutting her up. Shock was her first reaction; her second was that he was a really good kisser. He pulled away as quickly as he started it.
"Get in the car."
She couldn't argue with that.
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