Pandora's Box

Disclaimer: I know, I know. *Facepalms* I bet you guys are all sick of OCXLoki pairings. Well, you're sort of in luck. This won't be anything too OC like that, but with be a reason for it's M status later. It's just an idea that was running around my brain begging me to write it. And damn it, it won't shut up. LOL. Well, this is (with much reluctance) my first Avengers fic I've ever written. As told from the aftermath. Well, if I have some things incorrect, I'll remind you it's my first shot so, if you see anything out of order, don't hesitate to let me know. It will also have a slight crossover with X-Men.

"Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness."

-William C. Bryant

"Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others."

-Oscar Wilde

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"He has disobeyed his king... his fate is in his own hands now."

-Odin

Future Plans

They hadn't moved from the bed.

Loki had an arm draped over her shoulders as he fingered with a lock of her hair. They both stared up at the ceiling, relaxed and content after their lovemaking. So far, nothing in the world could disturb the peace they felt.

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" he asked.

"A little, but I expected it," she answered, a small smile in her voice, "It's been a long time for the both of us."

Loki tilted his head and looked at her. "Was it everything you had expected?"

"No."

Loki's eyes widened in shock and she looked at him, grinning. "You took my expectations and blew them right out of the water," she said, with an affectionate laugh, "I've only ever been with one person, but he was nothing like you."

He was clearly satisfied with that response, but still a bit annoyed that she could joke about that. He leaned onto his side and watched her, lightly stroking a lock of hair against her cheek. She closed her eyes with a murmur of contentment at the gesture. She opened her eyes again and noticed that there was a look of wonder and intrigue in his eyes. Beatrice smiled and tilted her head curiously at the look, moving closer to him.

"What's that look for?" she asked.

He laughed softly and swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing. Now he looked at her like she would disappear at any second and leave him alone as everyone often did. "I'm just making sure that you are real..."

Beatrice looked surprised by the words, but reached up and cupped his face. "I'm real, Loki," she assured him, kissing his lower lip, "And here. Always."

Loki sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. His next words sounded breathless. "I truly felt the Allfather's sentence would leave me to be destroyed by this world," he murmured; a smile of longing and almost desperation touched his lips, "I see that Frigga was correct; he does everything for a reason. Perhaps I was meant to find you in the end." He laughed softly, obviously confused with his own emotions. "It's funny, really; it wasn't long ago I desired to rule your species."

Beatrice smirked and gave his butt a slight squeeze. "Don't even try it with this woman, mister."

Loki grinned and rolled over so that he pinned her to the bed with his weight. She yelped with delight and giggled when he began to kiss her across her neck. "Your performance was such a show..." he growled, biting her shoulder and soothing it with a lick of his tongue, "I will not be able to remove the sight from my mind."

Beatrice's body hummed under his touch. "Really?"

"Yes. The scorching heat of your delicate quim wrapped around me...milking me so tightly to climax," he whispered in her ear, voice heavy with building lust, "I love how you clench tighter when my fingers dig into your soft skin or my teeth bite down into your shoulder. I love it when your fluids drench me as you come and scream my name as if I am everything to you. I love watching your lovely chest heave as I-"

"Loki!" Beatrice protested, face bright red; she let out a flustered laugh, "Geez. I didn't think you could turn me on just with words."

He grinned. "So are you saying that you are quite aroused right now?"

"Maybe." she played.

"Just 'maybe' is it?" Loki hissed somewhat aggressively, starting to play with her nipples, "I'll have to correct that."

Before Beatrice could enjoy anything further, the phone near her bed rang loudly. The pair froze and Loki let out a long-suffering grumble. Beatrice rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, bringing it to her ear.

"Hello?" She frowned now and sat up straight. "I was in my room; you know, the prisoner that I am...No, I was just..." She looked at Loki and there was irritation in her gaze. "...Yeah, but I..." She let out a huff and scowled. "Well, I don't see how that's anyone's business but my own... You know, I don't appreciate that sort of talk, I was-Okay, fine. I'll be there soon. I just need to get a shower and I'll join you guys in the meeting room. Okay?" Her brows went up with annoyance and Loki could guess that whoever she was talking to was being difficult. "Okay?...Would you rather I stink while I'm there? No? Good."

Beatrice hung up the phone and Loki looked at her curiously. "I take it that was Fury?"

She sighed and nodded, standing out of the bed. "Yes, he wants to know where we've been for the last several hours and wants me in the meeting room. Apparently it's important."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I could live without the spiteful machinations of their grubby, mundane creed..."

"I agree, but unfortunately we don't have much choice right now. Just bite the bullet and we'll be fine."

"I don't see how biting down-"

"It's an Earth idiom, Loki..."

"Oh."

Beatrice stepped into the bathroom, her bare feet slapping the porcelain floor. "Well, I'll get my shower."

"And I'll join you."

Beatrice let out a yelp of laughter when he placed his arms around her waist, but agreed to letting him join her in the shower. They spent the short time that they had cleaning one another. Loki scrubbed her back and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

"I would take you to Asgard someday," he told her.

Beatrice sputtered a laugh. "Really? Why?"

Loki sounded surprised. "Why do you find that so amusing?"

"Mortals aren't allowed, right?"

"There are always loopholes in the rules, fair Beatrice," he said, kissing her between her shoulder blades, "After all, your presence could in fact lighten the burdens the Allfather has placed upon me. And I..." He paused, his hands sliding effortlessly down her abdomen, tracing her pelvic bone slowly, intimately. There seemed to be hesitation in his voice now. "...would be thoroughly honored to have you rest by my side. You have more than proven your worthiness to be my equal."

Beatrice groaned softly when his fingers began to play against her womanhood. "I can't see how you'd believe that I'd be worthy enough for you."

"You fear a lack of worthiness?" Loki murmured, amusement lighting his voice, "How unlike you."

She said nothing and closed her eyes as the water washed down over their sensitive bodies. Those long, skillful delicious fingers slowly filled her depths and she let out a gasp, arching against them. His own satisfied sound filled her ear and he continued to push those fingers into her faster. His breath slowly came hotter and faster against her ear before he finally pulled his hand away. Loki positioned himself and wrapped his arm around her waist before parting her legs with a small brush of his foot.

"You told Fury that we will be there shortly," Loki hissed, "I believe there is plenty of time for us." When he received no response, he lightly licked the side of her ear. "Will you let me take you again? Will you let me take you in this manner?"

Beatrice swallowed hard, feeling the evidence of his excitement against her rear. "I've never done it like that before," she gasped, a grin in her voice.

"Ooh, really?" Loki sounded positively mischievous now, "Then perhaps we should try it."

"But what if they-Ah!" Beatrice was interrupted when he positioned himself against her and ground his hips forward.

Loki felt a desperation for her again that he had never felt for another. To have someone so willing offer herself freely without being sent to him by his father or by Thor...It was just too thrilling to refuse. And the way she was so receptive to him... Loki hadn't had one this yielding and desirable in a very long time and he could not resist. With one final thrust of his hips, he was inside of her, eased by the flow of the water and her own fluids.

Their movements were frantic and hurried as they strove for each other's release. Loki's nails dug into her hips, watching as she leaned her head back against his shoulder, eyes closed and features twisted with passion. He kept one arm around her with the other digging into her, savoring the feel of their wet, slippery bodies rubbing together beneath the comforting heat of the shower. When he groaned deeply, Beatrice could feel it rumble against her back from his chest.

Loki's need became near primal. He hissed against the back of her neck, pumping into her faster. From the feel of her slick, inner walls gripping around him and the frantic moans growing louder, he could tell that she was getting close.

"Are you going to come, Beatrice?" he panted.

"Y-Yes..." she gasped out. She reached behind her, nails digging into his thigh to urge him on.

Loki reached up and grasped her jaw, making her turn back to look at him. "Look at me," he grated out. She did and noticed the red flush to his cheeks. "I want to watch your face as you come."

Beatrice grinned slightly. "H-How can you...even talk during...?"

"Sheer talent; now come for me. Let me feel and hear your pleasure."

Before Beatrice could try to say anything further in response to those words, Loki increased his thrusts and it didn't take long for her to find that moment of completion. He followed soon after with a hoarse groan in her shoulder.

Loki held her that way for a moment, kissing her shoulders. Their breaths were loud in the shower as they struggled to bring themselves back to reality. Finally, he removed himself from her and turned her around so that he could give her a proper kiss.

"Thank you..." he whispered against her lips.

Beatrice arched a brow. "For what?"

He didn't reply and just smiled, shaking his head. He began to clean her shoulders and she said nothing further, relaxing under his caress. Loki paused at the sight of the bites he left on her neck and smirked, feeling a possessive sense of pride at the sight.

She was his.

O

Loki and Beatrice took their time to get to the meeting. They walked down the corridors together, talking about everything and nothing. Eventually, Loki felt an uncertain curiosity in his mind that he could not resist.

"Beatrice, if you would feel so..." he began. "Would you ever want to bear children?"

Beatrice's features fell slightly. "Of course I would. But I can't."

Loki misinterpreted this as rejection. As usual, his old manner of thinking kicked in and he felt that she made this decision purely because of knowing what he was. He scowled now and stopped, turning to face her.

"You told me that you were here for me," he snapped, "Was that-"

Beatrice held up a hand. "Whoa, no. Don't take it the wrong way!" she interrupted, "I would love the idea of having children of my own, but I..." She hesitated and her eyes seemed to wander. "I can't. I'm physically unable to have children."

Loki considered her words for a moment. I'm physically unable to have children... His eyes widened in realization when he finally understood what she meant. "So, you are...infertile?" he asked.

She sighed sadly. "As far as my doctor told me. I went when I tried to have children the first time and that was why my first boyfriend left me," she explained, "He wanted kids and when we found out we couldn't...he took it completely out of proportion and blamed me for it. It's sort of why I choose to volunteer at the daycare center." She looked up at him and noticed the shock on his face. "It's one of the reasons why I felt you deserved better than me."

Loki pondered this before licking his lips. "Asgardian methods have ways around this sort of thing," he said, "And when I get my magic back..."

Beatrice looked somewhat hopeful. "Really?"

Loki smiled somewhat, still hesitant. "Would it be something you want? After all, I am a Jotun and a child born from our coupling would be deemed as an abomination to some. A half-breed, as it were. I don't want to think I waste my time and effort on-"

Beatrice narrowed her eyes. "And you think I'd be put off by the idea of a half-breed child?"

Loki shifted where he stood. "Well...yes."

Beatrice seemed affronted now. "That is a ridiculous idea and I hope you never think that way about me again," she snapped, "Who decided that Jotun's were monsters anyway? Who decided that their children-half or otherwise-would be abominations? I think the idea is completely awesome and anyone who says otherwise are idiots." She watched a partially pleased smile touch Loki's face and smiled as well. "Besides...anything from you has to be amazing anyway."

Loki placed an arm around her and pulled her close. "Someday we will have that child you want."

"But not now," Beatrice said, "Not here."

"Indeed."

They started to walk away again and Beatrice looked at him with an amused smile. "But I have rules," she told him, "The child will not bring ice in the house."

Loki let out a laugh of delight as well. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?"

"Okay then; but if I wake up one morning in an igloo, I know who to blame."

He laughed mirthfully and it sounded absolutely genuine.

O

Fury didn't enjoy the idea of speaking with the World Security Council again.

"What do you have for us, Director Fury?" He was asked by a faceless man whose identity was concealed by the shadows of the room. "Has the Chitauri POW spoken any more?"

"No," Fury replied, "It's being kept in intensive care for the moment."

"If the creature has a plan, we must uncover the truth behind it at all costs." A faceless woman spoke now, her voice hinting uncertainty. "These things are running around unchecked and unchallenged. We cannot-"

"I'm afraid you're wrong," Fury told her, "We have reason to believe that they are being led by an extraterrestrial being who goes by the name of Thanos. We have to focus our attention on this and not of Loki at the moment."

Behind him, Beatrice stepped into the dimly lit room. "Fury!" she yelled.

Agent Hill was behind her. When Fury turned, the Agent looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, Director Fury; I tried to stop her."

Beatrice looked up at the monitors of the council members. "Hey, who are you?" she asked.

"Who are YOU?" Another faceless man demanded. He looked at Fury. "Director Fury; who is this woman?"

Fury scowled at Beatrice. "No one. She was just leaving."

"Leaving?" Beatrice laughed, "You were the one who called me for a meeting."

"You missed it. Now leave. This is a confidential meeting."

"Confidential? Well there's news to me."

The World Security Council members watched the argument between the two, obviously miffed by the fact that a stranger whom they had never seen before was interfering in their private matters. Fury gave her a frustrated glare.

"You either leave or I put you in cuffs again, are we clear?" he threatened.

"Ooh!" Beatrice teased, putting her hands on her hips.

"Agent Hill, get her out of here!" Fury ordered.

Agent Hill took Beatrice's arm and tugged. "Come on, Hastings; out the door. Now."

Beatrice laughed and pushed her slightly. "I know where to go."

Once Beatrice was gone, Agent Hill turned to Director Fury. "I'm so sorry," she told him, grimacing, "But she told me and I quote, 'I am going to give your little butt a good zapping if you don't let me talk to Fury'."

Fury turned to the council. "I'm sure you all have questions about her presence here in SHIELD."

"Indeed we do," The first man spoke with irritation. "She is clearly not registered on your list of agents."

"Her name is Beatrice Hastings," Fury told them, hesitating somewhat before continuing, "She was a part of Project Pandora."

"Project Pandora? That project had been closed!"

"Are you saying that was Pandora?"

"Yes," Fury continued, "She was believed to have been terminated as ordered by the council-all of you-but was taken by the doctors leading the project." He tilted his head now, curious. "Though I am curious as to what reason any of you had to wanting her dead."

"That is confidential information, Director Fury," Another man snapped. "You are harboring government property on board your vessel not to mention the war criminal, Loki."

"Confidential?" Fury shot back, "Beatrice has posed no threat to anyone! Just being a failure is not a good enough reason. Why did you want her dead?"

"That is not up to you to understand our decision, which apparently was not carried out to the fullest!"

"You explain to me what was so necessary in taking the life of a child!"

Finally, the first man who had spoke spat out. "She was seen-not by us-as a threat!"

"A newborn baby was seen as a threat?" Fury looked skeptical and disgusted.

"Because she was a product of the Tesseract, that's why!"

Fury and Agent Hill looked stunned to hear this.

"Care to explain how that's possible?" Fury snapped, trying to keep his composure.

"The fertilized embryos taken from the labs were succumbed to the radiation of the Tesseract. That part of the testing was kept out of the reports for security reasons. She never should have lived, but she did. We began our study, but learned that her energy conducting abilities proved to be a threat to the President and she was ordered to be killed. THAT is our reason for making the decision to carry it out!"

Fury couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"She is a threat. Unless you can prove to the president otherwise...Beatrice should not be allowed to live for much longer."