Pairing: Avengers!Loki/Thor!Loki

Rating: M

Word Count: Don't know and don't care

Summary: AU where Loki won in The Avengers, travels back in time and kidnaps his past self whom he plans to keep as a concubine (because Loki's head is a bag full of cats and he seriously needs to get laid)

Warnings: Loki/Loki, some clone sex yay, bondage, Stockholm Syndrome, possibly non-con stuffs perhaps maybe I dunno

Don't own Loki or any other Avengers characters. Sadness.

Oh hey some gender bending that I was totally not expecting! Seriously, they never tell me anything (little shits). Pronoun change, too, so NOBODY PANIC. Seriously, it can't be "he" because bewbs. And A!Loki has feels.

And to the anon who left the review about kittens: LET ME LOVE YOU.

Time After Time Part 7

When Loki awoke several hours later, he was curled up against his future self's chest, and the other man had an arm wrapped around his waist. He reached up to brush away some loose bangs when he noticed his hands were different. Thinner. He spared a glance downwards and saw that he had-

"BREASTS?! You turned me into a woman!"

"Charming. I'm dealing with a diva," the god deadpanned as he dug in his ear.

"Oh my gods, my voice! I sound absolutely horrid!" Loki shrieked, clutching at her throat. "Change me back. Now."

"Now? But we haven't even done anything yet."

"What the Hel is that supposed to mean? I am not doing anything while I'm like this."

Loki yelped when she was flipped onto her back and her wrists were pinned on either side of her head.

"Oh really? Is that what you think? Well, my dear, you are very…very…very…wrong."

The god trailed kisses and bites down Loki's throat until he took a pert nipple into his mouth and squeezed the other breast. Loki squirmed and curled her toes, grasping at the man's shoulder and tugging on his hair. Even though Loki had felt uneasy from the beginning, she started to feel extremely uneasy when her future self placed his free hand on her abdomen and rested his forehead there.

"Nothing is going to happen to me. Right?" Loki asked with a slight tremor in her voice. She gulped when the other looked up at her with a smirk on his face.

"You don't honestly believe that I have turned you into a woman just so I can fondle you." Loki's eyes widened.

"Ooooooh no! We are not going there! You change me back right now!" Loki exclaimed as she tried to push the man off of her.

Loki thrashed about after she was flipped over on her stomach and her wrists were pinned again. Her whole body shuddered when her new long hair was brushed aside and hot breath was blown on the back of her neck.

"I could take you like this. Even though I already have once, I could tell that you did not like it. I can only imagine what it must be like for a woman."

"Please don't do this. It is already immoral that we coupled while I was a man. But if you were to impregnate me, the consequences would be severe. We have gambled with time far too much already, let's not make it worse."

"My dear, sweet Loki," her future self cooed as he pet her hair. "Of course I know the risks. Yes, I am aware we are one in the same, but the funny thing is…I have no one else. You are the only person worthy of bearing my child."

"Why do you even need one?"

"Because Odin has stolen all the others, as you are well aware." Loki nodded begrudgingly. "I want at least one child that I can keep."

"What makes you think this one won't be taken away as well?"

"Odin cannot come down here. He will never put his filthy, pudgy hands on him. Or her."

Loki glanced over her shoulder at the god, who really did seem deeply upset. She heaved a sigh before turning her head sideways on the mattress.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"Excellent. I knew you would." He kneaded at Loki's shoulders and a smirk spread across his face when the body beneath him slackened. "Now, let's experiment, shall we?"

"Wait, we're doing this now? What, do I become an insatiable sex demon in the future? I'm tired! And I want food."

"Fine. I'll get you your damn food," her future self hissed with a scowl on his face. "Don't go anywhere."

Once the man was gone, Loki got up from the bed and entered the washroom. After remembering how the faucet worked, she set it to the temperature she wanted and filled the tub with water. She had washed the god the night before, but she never got a chance to clean herself.

Loki found that washing all of this extra hair was quite tiresome, but if she was going to be trapped in this form for a year or longer, she would have to get used to it. Or she could cut it off. It wouldn't have any effect on the length of her normal hair…right? Loki was rinsing her hair and had her head partially underwater, so she didn't hear the door open and close as someone entered the room.

"Loki? Loki!" He set the plate down on the bed and looked around the room. "Damn it, Loki! I told you to stay here!"

"I'm in here!" She was going to have to get used to this new voice.

Loki's other self roughly pushed the doors open and entered the washroom, looking down at her with a scowl.

"Why did you not answer me?"

"Well…it was probably when I had my head underwater. I'm sorry I did not reply."

Loki reeled back when the man walked over and sat next to the tub. He grabbed one of her hands and placed a kiss on her knuckles before bringing it up to his cheek.

"I thought you left me," he said in a whisper.

Loki tentatively reached up and petted the top of the man's head. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead then tilted her head to rest against his.

"It is alright, I'm still here."

Loki flinched when the grip on her hand tightened and she felt him move his head to look at her.

"And you always will be, my dear."

"Loki, that hurts," she said, trying to pull her hand free.

"I could do much worse, if that is what you would prefer." Loki shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. You will have to speak up."

"No, my King. This is…sufficient enough."

"Come, let us get you dried off. Your food is getting cold."

Loki wouldn't admit it out loud, but she wasn't hungry anymore. She would probably earn a plate shattering over her head if she said anything. Loki got dressed in her robe that was left on the sink, then she followed the man out of the room. The contents on the plate were foreign to her, so she figured it must be another Budapest thing.

"Is this also from Budapest?"

"Is it not to your liking?"

"It's fine. I was merely curious."

"Yes, it is from Budapest. According to Barton, they eat these for breakfast. A sandwich filled with túró cheese and mortadella sausage."

"Their language is strange. To me at least."

"It took several attempts to get the pronunciation right."

Loki nodded once in acknowledgement. Loki was thankful to the man for distracting her. If she had been eating in complete silence, she probably would have vomited, which would be very, very bad. She wasn't completely finished, but even with the man talking to her, she couldn't eat it all.

After the plate was set on the bedside table, the man came back over and sat in front of Loki, then gripped the back of her head before pulling her into a kiss. Loki stiffened and clutched at his shoulders in an attempt to push him off. When they separated he looked at her with an expression of genuine confusion.

"Why do you resist me?"

"My breath is disgusting." She felt like a complete idiot for saying that, but it was true.

"I care not," he replied and moved in for another kiss, but she pushed at him again and turned her head sideways to avoid him.

"But I do."

"Fine. There are other places on your body that I can touch besides your mouth."

Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter, but it was a good place to end it before moving onto the next one. So you'll get two updates to make up for it. And now you know.