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Chapter 11

Back to his office, Loki cursed Thanos for being the rash warmonger that he was. He hadn't understood why the god had to delay the attack on Midgard even if Loki had told him over and over that the low strength of the Chitauri army would not be enough to subdue the whole planet Earth. Indeed, with Thor against him, he had to be more careful. He nearly killed him when he dropped SHIELD's glass cell into the void, but most unfortunately, the god of thunder had survived. How annoying. Loki refused to fail again because of him.

So he had asked Thanos for more soldiers. However, his request had been turned down since all the available Chitauris had already been promised to him. No matter what he had said, Thanos hadn't changed his mind and send Loki back to the mortals' world. Therefore, he needed to go to plan B: setting the Avengers against each other. In order to ensure its success, he would need the Midgardian woman's power. And in view of the mortal's reaction to her earlier punishment, he had good reasons to be optimistic about how soon he would be able to use her for his designs as he wished.

The first thing he noticed when he got out of his office was that the stains of blood on the carpet and on the table were still there. It seemed like plan B would have to wait, after all. Trix was not in the living-room, so he strode toward the bathroom.

He finally found her there, combing her wet dark brown hair, dressed only with a large towel warped around her body. As soon as she saw him in the mirror in front of her, she put her hands on the top of her left breast where the two ends of the towel met to make sure it wouldn't come off. Loki let his gaze wander shamelessly over her half-naked body. Without her baggy boyish attire, she wasn't that disgusting to look at. In fact, she was rather enticing. That woman had firm legs, hips a man could grab on to, appetizing curves, modest breasts he wouldn't refuse to paw, and a slender neck he imagined covered with red bite marks. Loki hoped she would yell at him again so he could punish her. The god of mischief didn't hide his lascivious look. It made the Midgardian blush furiously and lower her gaze to her bare feet. It was an easy game to put her ill at ease, but he found he enjoyed it greatly.

"I didn't hear you knock."

"Because I did not," he answered softly.

As Loki began to walk toward Trix like a panther toward his prey, she picked up her dirty clothes on the sink and started to leave. However, he didn't allow her to go anywhere and put a hand on her bare shoulder. Damn, her skin was soft.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood for that. Please excuse-me."

She pushed the god's arm away from her. Loki didn't even let her take a step and grabbed her by the chin to force her to look at him. He didn't expect her to answer favorably to his advances after what he had done to her, but he didn't think it would make her cry either. Her eyes glistened with tears. And her pained expression of disgust hurt his pride so much it stunned him. Finally, he let her go when she escaped his grip.

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I was again in tears as I slammed the door of my room shut behind me. I hastily opened the curtains to let the sunlight in, and threw myself on the bed. I had enough of being so emotional. Right now, I was crying because Loki's lustful grin had reminded me of the amused smile he had when he killed the SHIELD agent. It was already difficult enough for me to go on, I could really do without bursting in tears every five minutes. In one night and one day, I got my life completely turned upside down, and it would surely never get back to the way it was before, even if Thor was to help me out of this mess. Moreover, I would be dead before Thor gets his beloved little brother back. I had to move on.

I was close enough to Loki to try something to stop him, and if I succeed, SHIELD would have to recognize I had the best intentions, and to finally let me go. Yet what could I do? My power was too weak to do anything to him and there was no way to signal my position to SHIELD since there wasn't a living soul my mind could reach, as if the apartment was at the top of an empty building. It would have been surprising if Loki had given me the slightest chance of escape. Or it would have been a trap. All I could do was wait for, or create, an opportunity to contact SHIELD.

Now that I was determined to stop crying and take action, I got up from the bed and began to put back my bloodied clothes on. But then, my eyes fell on the cupboard and I wondered if there was anything inside. After all, if it was there, it surely was for a reason. So I opened it and was surprised to see it contained some dresses, jackets and a pair of stilettos. There were even lacy underwear in the drawers. That was unexpected. And weird, since everything was the right size. But it was very welcomed. So I discarded all of my dirty clothes to wear the new ones. Dresses were not my cup of tea, but there were no pants in that cupboard. Besides, with the help of a miracle, I could actually manage to seduce Loki and talk him into forgetting about world domination. Well, a girl can dream.

I discretely walked to the living-room where the angry god was waiting for me, a drink in his hand, sitting on the very chair I sat on before he nailed my tongue on the table. I gulped in fear of his reaction.

When he heard the sound of my bare feet on the parquet, Loki turned toward me. Saying he was surprised would be an understatement. The moment his eyes met me, his expression changed from annoyance to amazement. Of course, I was embarrassed, though the cut of this purple dress was simple but elegant. It was hugging just as needed, showed a bit of cleavage, and stopped at the top of my knees. So it was neither provocative nor excessively covering. Yet it seemed something was wrong, for Loki still had an arched eyebrow.

"Do you often have such mood swings?"

"I... No. Not at all. In fact, I'm usually the taciturn girl no one notices."

The Asgardian then arched his other eyebrow too. I had never seen such a look of disbelief. As I felt this was going to turn into a long discussion, I sat on a chair at a comfortable distance from Loki.

"I know it may be hard to believe considering my recent behavior, but... With everything that has happened to me lately, I find it hard to remain sane."

"Is that an apology, Trix?"

I wasn't certain if I disliked the way he said my name. But one thing sure, I hated his amused tone and his grin. They made me feel as submissive as if I were his slave. However, since shouting at him was the wrong way to go, pleasing him would perhaps produce better results.

"Not really. But there sure was a more polite way to express myself."

"That will do. For now," Loki added.

He then took a sip of what looked like alcohol from his glass. I doubted he would be drinking apple juice. This thought distracted me from his eyes which began to wander on my body once again.

"Is the dress an apology too?"

"No," I answered automatically, as if it was obvious. "I mean, if I had clean pants, I would wear them."

"Do you never wear feminine clothes?" He quickly asked, sounding alarmed.

This topic was really getting on my nerves. Why on Earth was Loki interested in my wardrobe?

"Last time I had a dress on, I was four years old."

"What a shame."

His faked disappointment was followed by another sip of alcohol. If I listened to my inner-self, I would tell him to leave my panties alone. But for the sake of my survival, I kept that remark to myself.

"You really do not look as unpleasing as you might think. Especially when the only thing your wear is a towel."

That was something I didn't expect. When the towel incident happened, I thought he was merely making fun of me, but if he was bringing that back up... Could it be that he was trying to seduce me? I hoped not. I was afraid that I wouldn't have enough will to resist him if he was too insistent. No matter what he had done to me, he was still the most gorgeous man I ever men.

"Besides, as I told you yesterday, purple suits you very well."

His comparison between my bruise and my dress made me smile involuntarily. Damn, how could a merciless murderer turn into an amazing seducer? Only Loki's velvet voice and sly words could make me doubt my ability to spurn his advances just after he nailed my tongue to a table. But for now, I was still sane, so I stopped him before things get worse.

"You complain about my mood swings, but you're not that much better than me," I pointed out with a faint smile to show him it was just a playful accusation.

However, he found a way to use it against me.

"Am I? Your apology simply improved my mood. Besides, a man is always grateful when he finds an almost naked woman in his bathroom."

I tried very hard not to turn red at his remark and I took a deep breath. While Loki laughed, I had time to think about a way to turn this conversation to my advantage.

"Then if you are so grateful, maybe you could heal my tongue? Surely you can do that with your magic."

The god didn't drop his grin, but I knew things were getting serious when he pushed his nearly empty glass away.

"I will not go back on my decision to punish you, but since you apologized, I am ready to make it less painful for you."

This news should have pleased me, but since Loki still smirked, I remained on my guard. And indeed, I was right to do so, for the Asgardian pulled away from the table and motioned for me to sit on his lap. I send him a questioning look, but it was useless.

"Come, I do not bite," he simply answered.

That wasn't exactly what I feared. I had to refrain from rolling my eyes since he hadn't liked it the first time I did. Instead, I even decided to obey. If he wanted to rape me, he would have done so in the bathroom. And anyway, if he really wanted to do it, there was no way I could stop him. So I got up and went to sit carefully across Loki's lap. I did my best to avoid blushing by focusing instead on my surprise at how comfortable his leather-clad thighs were. But then one of his hands came to rest on my waist and the other on my bare thigh, just below the hem of my dress. I dared him to ask me why I didn't like skirts. I was so tensed I could barely breathe. Once he adjusted my position, he took his hand off my thigh to bring it up to the level of my mouth. I was relieved to be able to breathe again, but I was less glad to hear Loki chuckle softly at my embarrassment.

"Open wide."

I did as told, and he inserted two fingers in my mouth. Then suddenly I felt it getting freezing cold. I tried to get out of Loki's grip, but he was holding me so firmly it hurt.

"Stay still!" he ordered.

Once the shock of the surprise was passed, I stopped moving.

"The ice will make the swelling go down in no time. Then you will have no more difficulties to breathe."

I glared at him to answer his humiliating smirk. At least, I didn't feel the tingle in my tongue anymore. Hell! I couldn't feel my whole mouth anymore.

Loki! Naughty god!

Next time I'll (try) to refocus on the plot ;)