Warning: you'll want to bleach your eyes with holy water after this. In other words, smut ahead.

The elevator ride was filled with tension. My heart was racing, realizing I would soon be back in bed with Loki. I didn't know if it was in excitement, or terror.

There was a flash of light and Loki's armor had disappeared. Replacing it was his usual loose green shirt and black pants. The doors opened and he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the living room. He tossed his scepter on the couch and pulled me up the stairs to the bed room. As soon as the door closed, he was attacking my lips.

Picking me up, he held me up against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist and locking his lips on mine. My hands wandered over his shoulders and found their place: intertwined in his hair. It felt like it lasted a long while, but as soon as it was over, it seemed too short.

Loki pulled away, letting me breathe. Lifting my skirt, he moved it up around my hips. Somehow, he rid himself of his shirt.

Carrying me over to the bed, he continued to kiss me. He dropped me down at the edge. He lifted the rest of my skirt and began kissing up my legs. I leaned back, letting him do what he wanted with me. For a moment, I felt unsure of what he was doing, then I arched my back in pleasure. Loki's hands held tight to my hips as he kissed my entrance, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I ran my hands through his hair, soft moans escaping my lips. I shook all over, my muscles contracting. He continued kissing and sucking. My breathing increased, heavy gasps escaping my lips till I arched my back once more and let it all go.

I rested for a moment and then moved further back on the bed. Loki climbed on top of me, kissing my neck. Without any warning, I pushed up and over, rolling us over so I was on top. He didn't seem to care, he just kept attacking my lips. Rolling my hips against him, I procured a groan from his lips.

Quickly and clumsily, Loki pulled down his pants and I slipped down onto him. His hands roamed over my hips, guiding them against him. I leaned forward, kissing his neck. He let out a breathy moan, his hands moving from my hips to wander over my back. I felt him unzip my dress, attempting to free me from it. Somehow, I pulled it off of me.

I was fully bare before him, and he took full advantage of it. Loki sat up, holding me close against his chest. Our lips met again. I rolled my hips once more and he came. I pulled away to get a breath. Loki gently caressed my cheek.

Suddenly, he rolled us over again. He took control and I lay back. A few minutes later and he had his head between my legs again. As I lay there, letting the pleasure run through me, staring at the ceiling, I pondered over my relationship with Loki.

He was such an enigma, an unsolvable puzzle. One moment, he regarded me with utmost care, the next, I was no more than a toy for him to throw around. It seemed, more often than not, that he truly did care for me, and as he had said before, I could be considered his lover.

When I came, Loki climbed back up and lay beside me. I snuggled against him and he wrapped his arm around me. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face. We sat in silence, not speaking, just thinking. I could have touched the sound of our breathing in the air; it was so tangible and prevalent.

After a while, Loki reached over and turned the light off. He helped me under the sheets and then joined me. All seemed peaceful and utterly blissful.

As we lay there, my head against his chest, him rubbing my back, I could feel his gaze on my face. I looked up to see him staring at me, a look of confusion on his face, as if he was trying to decipher something.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing...it's just..." Loki moved his hand up, gently tracing the scar above my eyebrow. "What happened here?"

Memories of the night when that scar had been inflicted came flooding back.

"Bryce, he's a guy in my class. He was just dropping off the notebook I left in class." I explained.

"Yeah, a likely story." Bryce replied.

"And besides, he's really gay! Like, really gay."

"That's you want me to think. I'm tired of the lies, Melody!" Bryce grabbed my arm.

"Tired of my Lies? My lies? Well that's new!" I scoffed. "Yeah, and what about all those girls you flirt with. Don't think I haven't seen you. I know what goes on behind my back."

"What does that have to do anything?"

"You're accusing me of lying when you do it all the time! I don't know why I even bother trying to make this work!" I grabbed my backpack and headed towards the door.

"You are not leaving me!" Bryce shouted, grabbing my arm and slinging me at the table. I remember falling and hitting my head. Bryce was at my side in a moment. Blood leaked down into my eye.

"Melody! Melody! It's alright! You don't have to tell me." Loki brought me back from my mind. He wiped away tears that had emerged without me knowing.

"No, it's fine. I can tell you." I sniffled. Sighing, I tried to conjure up the courage and right wording to tell him about Bryce. "About a year or so before you...took me...I was in a relationship. I'd been in it for two years and it wasn't really working. In fact, he was abusive and his infidelity was so common I had gotten used to it."

"Did he beat you?" Loki questioned, concern written all over his face. I nodded. "Did he rape you?"

"No, I was never intimate with him." I curled up closer to Loki. "One night, he thought I was cheating on him with a guy in my class. I threatened to leave him and he lost his temper and threw me at the table. This happened." I explained, motioning to my scar. "We told the people at the hospital that I fell. A few months later, he punched my lights out. I ended up with the one on my lip."

"You have one on your hip." Loki pointed out.

"That one was actually my dad's fault. He dropped me when I was little." I giggled through my tears. Gently, Loki turned over my left arm, the one that gave a better look at my scars.

"And these, please don't tell me they are what I think they are." The look on his face was that of sorrow and concern. "Did you inflict these on yourself?"

I nodded, more tears spilling For from my eyes. Loki rolled over, moving on top of me. He supported himself above me, careful not to crush me.

"I swear to you, no one except me will ever touch you. No one will ever hurt you. You will never have cause to harm yourself again." Loki assured. I smiled, feeling for the first time in a long time that someone actually, truly cared for my well being. With a gentle kiss, he spread my legs. I willingly and hungrily allowed him.

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I woke up in Loki's arms once again, feeling peaceful. Wrapped up in his arms, I felt like nothing could get to me, not even Bryce.

"Good morning, love." Loki mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. I cuddled closer against him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Extremely." I smiled, laying a kiss on his cheek.

"We should probably get out of bed." Loki sighed, rubbing my arm.

"But you always stay in on Sundays."

"I never said I was leaving." Loki laughed. "It's almost ten o'clock, Melody. We should get up or else we'll be here all day."

"And that's a bad thing?" I whispered seductively. Loki grinned, rolling on top of me.

"Would you like to join me in the shower?" He pecked my lips.

"Does it need asking?" I giggled.

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"When will you be back?" I sighed, stroking Loki's hair. He looked up at me, his head in my lap.

"About three days." He explained. I tenderly separated a lock of hair and started to braid it. "If we sort everything out quickly, then maybe I'll be home in two days."

"But you'll have to leave again later." I whined. "Couldn't I just come with you?" I finished the braid. Loki didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe next time." He sighed, sitting up. "I don't want you to leave the building while I'm gone. Do you understand? Not even to see Rachel."

"But..."

"No buts. You need to stay where you're safe." Loki laid a kiss on my hair. "Pepper will come to visit tomorrow. When I get back, we'll spend a couple days together. Just you and I." He held me close and kissed me once more. "My sweet song." He whispered, caressing my cheek.

I tried to fight back tears. It was not because he was leaving, but because of what he called me. I buried my head in his chest.

"I've got to go now." Loki stood.

"Goodbye." I sighed. He ruffled my curls and headed towards the elevator. I watched the doors close behind him.

For the first few hours, I read. While The Lord Of The Flies was interesting, my boredom and curiosity got the better of me.

"He only said I couldn't leave the building. He never said I couldn't explore the building." I tried to convince myself. Nervously, I stepped onto the elevator and chose the floor right below the pent house.

Loki had never talked about the floor below ours. The offices and research labs only reached up to two floors below the pent house, leaving one floor open. I had never dared ask what was down there, but my curiosity finally got the better of me.

As the doors opened, I prayed there weren't any guards. All I saw were grey concrete hallways, and no guards. I stepped out and began to explore.

I saw a strange light coming from one hallway and I tiptoed towards it. It seemed artificial, yet warm. My shoes made a soft sound on the concrete floor. I cast a shadow on the wall. I heard two voices, a man's and a woman's.

"The poor woman. She's done nothing." The woman said.

"She's asgardian. Loki is trying to get every single bit of information he can about ways to enter Asgard. That's his next target." The make voice stated. It was deep and booming. I'd heard it before.

"There's still hope, yet." The woman sighed.

"And What...wait...there's a shadow. Who's there?" The man called. I gasped, stepping back. I heard the rattling of chains. "Who's there? We can't hurt you."

Slowly, I stepped around the corner. I saw the cell that held the two people. A young, brunette woman sat on the floor of the cell. Standing, with his hands in chains, was Thor.

The girl sat on the bed, crying. Her father walked into the room, seeing his heartbroken daughter.

"Mel, what's wrong?" He questioned, sitting on the bed beside her. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging tightly.

"He led me on! He made me think he liked me and then he broke my heart and embarrassed me in front of the entire school!" The girl sobbed.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. This kind of thing happens. You just need to move on. He obviously wasn't the guy for you." He soothed. "I know you had your heart set on him, but you don't need and lying, cheating son of a bitch."

"Daddy. Language." The girl giggled.

"Hey, if he's an asshole, I have the right to call him that. No one hurts my baby and gets away with it." The father held the girl close.

"I think I'm just going to become a lesbian." The girl sighed.

"One, it doesn't work like that. Two, give it another chance. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. Three, if you are a lesbian, I'm fine with that. I'm fine with anything, as long as you don't become a murderer. Then I'll have to have a stern talk with you."

"Thanks Dad." The girl smiled, wiping away tears.

"I love you Melody." The father whispered. "My sweet song."

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"We could use her to gain information, but then again, she might not betray Loki." The creator said. "We have to take a risk. We must promise her that if he hurts her at all, or she wants to get out of the relationship, we can take her out and protect her."

"She's just something that Loki keeps in his bed." The director stated.

"No, she's not. She's much more to him. He wouldn't have brought her to the banquet otherwise. She's on the line of lover." The creator looked at his notes.

"Are you sure she can be convinced?" The scientist questioned.

"She's entirely broken. You take one look at her and know she's probably got a thousand demons running through her head. She's been through the whole line yards, suicide, abusive relationship, her parents' death, and to top it all off, Loki sent her to breakdown. She's not used to trusting people. It might take a while, or a major flaw on Loki's part, but we can sway her."

"Well, you'd better get to work on that." The director stated.

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The king walked into his office to grab a few folders before he left. The assassin stood by the door. She saw a small, delicate braid in his hair.

"Sir, you have something in your hair." She pointed out.

"What?" The king ran his hand through his hair and felt the braid. "Oh." He smiled softly to himself, but undid the delicate work.

He didn't know how he truly felt about the girl. He cared for her more than anything else. She was worth more to him than this entire world. His obsession for her had grown from a mere fondness and desire for her body, to a longing to spend his every waking moment with her in his arms, a wanting to protect her with all of his being, and a deep, intricate desire to have the slightest touch of her lips.

It seemed he finally had something to dedicate himself to: making sure his precious one was safe and happy. He finally had someone he could truly love with all his heart.