A/N: Hello my lovelies! So I'm not going to make this story Thorki because I categorized it as Loki/OFC and I LOVE Dea, HOWEVER, part of the plot is going to make it appear Thorki as you'll see in this chapter.

You're just going to have to trust me here. I promise I plan on tying it in with the plot.

Now to those of my darling readers whose already figured it out I've messaged most of you just to kind of give you an idea of how it's going to go because I don't want anyone sitting there going, "This makes no sense!"

I know how frustrating that can be, BUT, again, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO TRUST ME! There's a bigger picture at play here and what seems odd now will make sense later on.

A special thanks goes out to: WebOfSmiles, Guest, FallenAngel1129, MissObscene, Bear-Mage, wolf-of-badassery, Grey Vipointe, patchworkninja, BlueStar33, snowspell, The Yoshinator, plummuffins, amaris12345, Wolfstar04

WebOfSmiles: Thank you! I will be gladly bribed with cake ; ) The story is categorized as Loki/OC but the next couple of chapters are going to have slight Thorki undertones- basically it's all part of the part that Thor is going to be aroused whenever he thinks of Loki but it's not really LOKI arousing him-so I wanted to put those warnings in and I promise it all plays a part in my master plot ; )

Guest: There's no nom ? I like that but I don't get it lol. I have to say that I'm not a big yaoi fan myself, like at all but I do like Loki yaoi because I can really picture it and I've been fortunate enough to find some very well written stories on here that involve that theme. Now I don't want you to stop reading but I would advise you skip over the next few chapters if it bothers you ; ) It's basically part of the plot and I don't want to go too much into detail but basically it's going to appear like Thor is aroused by Loki but he's really not BUT he really is- you just have to read and see…and also as far as Dea going there or Thor coming here… I like both ideas…hint hint

FallenAngel1129-AH! SNAPE! YOU SEE IT TOO! I think he's way hotter than Snape but still there are definite resemblances! And I really meant every word I said and I truly thank you for all your kind praise!

Bear-Mage: That's one of my favorite lines too! Thank you for noticing and thanks for reviewing! I love feedback!

Grey Vipointe: You're in for so many happy, happy surprises in like the next three chapters. Enjoy!

PatchWorkNinja: The introduction of Thor and "although I'm more than fine with more smut" was basically I took away from that review ; ) You are also in for many happy surprises and a combo package.

BlueStar33: I'm so happy you like it! I put another horse pun in for you! See if you can spot it!

Snowspell: I too am sick of seeing glorious everywhere, but to be honest?...Loki? In bed? Romped up and ready to go? I mean glorious does seem to kinda fit the scenario… ; )

The Yoshinator: Sorry I didn't get back to you yet! I've been very busy, but I did get your response! I think it would be funny too (what you suggested) but that's not it LOL-although I'm sure Thor would freaking out over that!

Plummuffins: Definitely thinking about a Thorki fic…this chapter was way too much fun ; )

Amaris12345: Oh yeah, plans of world domination- that's why I saw the movie three times ; )

Thank you my dears…and now without further ado...

Chapter 14

Loki looked down at the girl in his arms. He was lying in bed with her, not his usual behavior after rutting. However he didn't think he'd need long before he desired her again and Loki saw no point in getting dressed only to become naked once more.

Better to stay nude, for both of them.

He stroked his thumb over the frame of her face, highlighting her cheek bones and brow before following it down to the curve of her jaw.

When he reached her lips Dea bared her teeth to him and gave a playful nip to the pad of his thumb before gently releasing him.

"So, tell me."

"Dea I have lived over a thousand years and my life has hardly been a virtuous one."

"Okay, I still want to know."

Loki sighed.

Far be it from me to deny you.

"Five thousand and fifty six."

Several things happened at once.

The blood drained out of Dea's face replacing the rosy afterglow she sported with a chalky completion. Her eyes bugged out of her head, forgetting how to fit back into place in their shock and her lungs decided to test their capacity as the girl began hyperventilating in the bed next to the God.

"Five thousand and fifty six?"

Loki was amused but had the good sense to hide it. He nodded slowly gauging the girl's reaction.

"FIVE THOUSAND AND FIFTY SIX?"

Perhaps I should have feigned indifference longer?

"I don't….I mean when could you have… HOW is that even POSSIBLE?"

"Some were two at a time. Amedea I have walked these realms for over a millennium, do you not realize this?"

Amedea had left the building. Her eyes were no longer bulging out of her face but she couldn't seem to catch her breath…her mouth was opening and closing like a fish and she kept trying to form words, unsuccessfully…5,056 over the course of 1,000 years…that was… that was…

"Where's my calculator!"

Dea reached for her bedside table pulling out the object of interest. She frantically punched numbers into it.

"Holy shit it's only five girls a year….?"

"I think it's actually rather low. There wasn't very much to do with one's self during the dark ages; coupling and rutting were daily activities then."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She shook her head trying to clear the chaos out.

"Am I six or seven?"

Dea looked down trying to calm her rapid breathing. She was making herself look stupid now.

"Beg your pardon?"

Sparing the God a glance she hated that he looked sexy even when he was confused.

"Am I 5,056 or 5,057?"

"Ah. Seven."

'Oh my God, oh wow."

Not like being 5,056 would have made it much better.

Dea shook her head as she stuffed the closest sheet around her. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and bent down to pick up her jeans, attempting to shimmy into them while staying under the sheet.

Loki's placid face turned to one of bewilderment at the girl's actions.

Had a female dared to ever leave his bed first before?

Loki had never seen such a sight. It was one thing to bed a lady of the court and then grant her dismissal from his chambers or for him to dress first and depart under the guise of urgent matters of state, but this was entirely different.

Dea was voluntarily getting out of the Bed with him, HIM, Loki!

There must be some mistake…

"Does the Lady dress so formally for lounging in her bed?"

Dea was putting her shirt on over her head when she heard Loki speak. When she turned around her breath caught.

Loki's chiseled chest was exposed and the sheet had fallen down low, hanging past his hips. Dea could see the tip of his treasure trail peeking out from under the sheet and she fought to keep her eyes on his face.

Why was she leaving again?

5,067 women.

"No, the lady dresses this way for the kitchen, where I intend to go."

Dea bent down and picked up the towel which Loki had been wearing before they slept together. She knew as soon as she touched it that she'd never be able to look at it the same way again.

She was really leaving the bed. Without him. Without being dismissed by him. He was naked in her bed and she was walking out of the room.

Loki rose from the bed and relished the cold air which wafted over his heated skin.

Air conditioning is one mortal invention that I find tolerable.

Loki strutted proudly around the room displaying his kingly assets as he followed Dea out of the door.

She stopped and turned to him when she realized he was following her.

"Whoa, big fella, aren't you going to put on some clothes first?"

Loki smirked at the nickname she bestowed upon him.

My sex is rather impressive, isn't it?

"You took my towel."

He grinned down at her viciously savoring her frustration.

Dea sighed closing her eyes in irritation and took a deep breath.

Loki loved the way she looked when she was annoyed!

Loki bent forward, sealing his mouth to hers. He placed one hand on each shoulder, not pulling her to him but making his presence known. He never entered her mouth but he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue until he felt her lean into his body.

When Dea opened her eyes Loki was dressed in his black shirt and pants again.

And yet again she did not know when she had closed her eyes.

"Are you hungry?"

It was all she could think of to say.

Loki was aghast.

"For Mortal food? No."

Dea laughed.

"Believe it or not I'm better in there," she signaled in the general direction of the kitchen, "than I am in there," she signaled to the bedroom.

Dea didn't know why she chose to word it that way; maybe it was because she was fishing for a compliment. Trying to get some idea of how she stacked up to the others.

The many, many, many OTHERS.

Loki grinned down at her charmingly.

"I find that difficult to believe, what will you give me if I agree to sample your mortal fare?"

Does he ever not scheme?

Dea mentally Duh'ed to herself before realizing probably Not since he is the God of Lies.

She could counter.

"What will I give you? I'll feed you! You haven't eaten anything in two days and we just turned my bedroom into an Olympic arena…aren't you hungry?"

Loki was giving her that look again. That bored look that said, Hello. God.

"Don't give me that look, I don't care if you are a God I know people eat in Asgard, I know they do! All the stuff I read said you have feasts and nonsense so you have to eat."

"We eat the apples of Iðunn which sustain our immortality and sate all our earthly needs."

Well you can just call me when you find an apple to give you a blowjob. Sates all your earthly needs my Midgardian ass.

"Well, I'm going to cook something. If you don't want to eat you don't have to- I tend to think you're going to want to but it's your choice."

"What shall you be making?"

Dea clasped him on the shoulder smiling.

"The food of my people!"

Loki lifted a brow high into his hair line and fixed his face with a sour look.

Dea laughed as she led the way down to the kitchen.

IN ASGARD

The room was gloomy and cast in shadows. A lone streak of Asgardian sunlight dribbled through a crack in the curtains leaving a path of faint pink light in its wake.

There is silence throughout the room and in its center there stands a large four poster bed carved from rich mahogany and covered in the ancient runes of Asgard. Plush, dense drapes lock out the light of day, much to the satisfaction of the one who occupies the bed.

He is sweating. His loins are on fire. He shrouds himself and his room in darkness but he can find no relief from the all-consuming flame which burns throughout his person.

Slippery drops of moisture peak on his brown and slid languidly down his face. His entire body is encased in a fine sheen of sweat.

The wizard has told him what he must do.

He must focus on Loki, hone in on the effects of the spell in order to find his brother, but at the mere thought of Loki the fire intensifies and he is lost to it.

A desperate, heavy hand snakes its way under his animal pelts and caresses the girth it finds there.

Thick, stubby fingers wrap themselves around his engorged shaft as release's moan after moan into the empty air.

He jerks his hand hard against his heated flesh and the ripple of relief that shudders through him is reward enough. Warm, milky liquid jumps out of him, happy to have been freed. It coats his shaft and part of his lower belly.

He pants hard trying to catch his breath.

The heat is sated. For Now.

He wipes himself down with a spare rag, erasing the evidence of his dark deed. He slips his sated sex back into his pants and throws the rag across the room where it will wait to be discovered by some non-expecting servant.

He tries to breathe but he feels the flicker of the flame rekindling inside of him. He knows it will begin to build again until it has transformed into a sweltering inferno consuming him

He is at its mercy.

Loki. Brother, where are thou?

At the thought of Loki shining in his minds eyes Thor becomes hard again.

There is no relief.

As Loki followed Dea into the kitchen he was dealt a crushing blow of realization.

He had bedded the girl and yet he still did not know his purpose here.

What had brought him to Earth? Why was he unable to leave? Most importantly why could he not kill the girl?

Why could he not escape her?

The girl was being nicer to him at least; here she was flouncing around the kitchen making a meal for him with her meager Midgardian fixings.

Not a morsel shall pass my lips.

Loki would wait until he could feast openly on his victory. Nothing would grace the plates of his dinner banquet save for conquest and triumph.

As Dea began moving around the kitchen Loki found a rhythm to her movements. They were synchronized and hypnotic and the familiarity there piqued his interest.

He set himself in a chair at the rickety kitchen table before allowing himself to mindlessly watch the small Midgardian before him. She took many things out of their proper place and set them on counter. Loki recognized some of the Midgardian ingredients from his readings of Earth but many of them he did not know.

She produced two cauldrons and one roasting slab and placed them all upon the Midgardian cooking hearth. Loki watched with muted interest as the girl took the roasting slab and set fire to its underbelly by turning a single dial. To the top of the pan she added slick oil and set the flame low to heat it.

Loki watched as Dea produced a long, heavy wooden board and set it on the counter. Dea began to peel away the flaky brown skin of some kind of medium sized tuber. When she finally revealed the luscious white flesh beneath, she took a fairly large knife and began cutting into it with skilled vigor. She made quick, sharp strokes in rapid succession, chopping away at the bulb until it was nothing more than tiny chunks of white flesh.

She has skill with a blade; I shall acquiesce to that at least.

As the juices from the bulb were released an odious stench began to fill the small kitchen and Loki felt tears pool in his eyes as his eyes and throat began to sting.

How does she stand it?

The oil upon the hearth began to sing just as Dea finished chopping the offensive bulb and Loki watched with delight as she threw her choppings into the pan upon the sizzling oil.

Burn vulgar tuber.

When Loki took his eyes off the pan Dea was back at the chopping board. In her hand was a gnarled and twisted knot and Loki thought it much resembled a rock. Dea used her bare hands to rip the little knot apart before chopping off the ends of each individual piece and peeling of their protective skin. Then, knife in hand Dea began chopping the little cloves into tiny pieces.

When she was finished they also went into the singing pan.

Loki and Dea sat in silence as she was heavily consumed with the task at hand. Loki had never seen a Midgardian so diligent or focused before; he had not thought the creatures capable of such meticulousness.

The savory smell of garlic and onions frying in olive oil began to bubble into existence and Loki actually felt his stomach growl.

Traitor!

Glancing at Dea, Loki watched as she began taking different herbs between her fingers and rinsing them in her wash basin. She cleaned everything very carefully and Loki watched as she dried them tenderly and set them aside.

Loki recognized one of the herbs, Basil. It was used in Asgardian potions and he had worked with it before.

The pleasing scent of fresh herbs and earth filled the kitchen and Loki found that his nose was swiftly joining his stomach in a conspiracy.

Mutinous appendages.

Once again Dea made quick work of finely chopping the herbs before setting them aside.

Loki watched in fascination as Dea took out something she described as a "can opener" and began attacking a metal spherical cylinder with it.

Silly Girl, I would obliterate it if only you would ask.

After some long moments the can finally relented and a sweet but acidic smell reached the God's nose.

Although his nose was sated Loki's eyes watched in horror as Dea emptied the contents of the can.

Lumpy bits of blood and goop fell out into an empty cauldron.

She means to feed me entrails?

Loki's face was horror struck and as Dea caught sight of his expression she couldn't help the laughter that boiled up inside of her.

"What, pray tell, is that?"

"What do you think it is?"

Loki shook his head in disgust before responding.

"It appears to be the remains of some foolish wretch which you have preserved in that can."

Dea laughed even louder.

Do not mock me mortal.

"It's just tomatoes Loki… you'll like them."

You dare presume to know what I favor.

Loki watched as Dea went back to the roasting slab and stirred the sweet concoction which was brewing there.

The lumpy entrails were set upon the hearth and Loki watched as Dea set fire to them. She added her herbs which she had chopped and neglected and Loki was disappointed to see something so sweet go into something so incredibly foul. She set the sauce to a low simmer and took out the contents of the roasting slab and threw them into the tomato cauldron.

Dea fussed over the cauldron for long minutes. She stirred everything up and waited for it to boil. Then she tasted it, contemplating over the flavor. She would add a hint of this and a dash of that. She fretted over the sauce, sampling it frequently, until she could deem it perfect.

Something about the way she added this ingredient and that, and something about the way she sampled it until it was fixed to her her liking reminded Loki of his own craft.

He could see similarities between her cooking and his spell work. The way he would fret over a potion until it was perfectly brewed or the prep work he would do for spells in order to gather all of the proper components.

An image came unbidden to his mind of Dea working next to Loki in his laboratory under his careful supervision.

He wondered if she would be any good at magic, if he were to teach her how to do simple tricks. If she could do this she could surely do prep work and the like.

Loki could see her grinding of pieces of Aphrodite's shell or cutting up herbs for a spell, or Dea sitting next to him in front of the hearth, brewing a potion to the exact specifications of the text. Loki translating the ancient Norse and Dea performing his every command.

At the idea of Dea hanging on his every word and obeying him without question, Loki found himself aroused once again and hadn't he promised her carnal activities outside of the bedroom?

Loki approached his prey.

So cute little Dea/Loki fluff, very nice. Plus a little love for our lonely Thor.

Please as always leave a token in the little wooden box.