Hey everyone! Here is your update :)

I'm finally done with the school year, so, I can now dedicate more time to getting chapters out. And this one is a good one too. Things begin to move really fast from here on out, so, it'll be fun! And Thor 2 is coming out soon. Hooo boy. My inspiration will be through the roof when I see that.

He just had to do it.

Rebecca moved as quickly as she could through the crowds of drunk humans, laughing and twirling with their significant others. With tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, Rebecca dashed and shoved through the piles of people to make it to the woman's bathroom in the back corner of the club.

Upon entering, she was lucky enough to have the single bathroom empty. All that was there was black painted bricks, spray painted lips and words all over the walls. The room was dimly lit. There was a single sink with a mirror above it, covered in lipstick writing.

Rebecca walked over to the sink, her hands clutching the edge as she rock back onto her heels. Her head dropped downwards, her long curled locks tumbling around her head and concealing her face. Her exposed back rose and fell, nearly trembling as much as her arms were. She could barely stand.

"Goddamn it," She hissed quietly, shaking her head.

Loki. Why would he do something like that? Just that morning Rebecca had openly admitted that she liked him to herself. She finally genuinely liked someone. And she knew her feelings were true because like hell, Loki was a hard person to even come to speak to. He was such a difficult person to accept and care for. Rebecca did just that. She started to truly accept him for all his faults and feel something real for him. Because he could be kind, and civil. He could be passionate and he had so many scars that shaped him negatively.

Rebecca wanted to fix that. She wanted to help him. She wanted to save him from the darkness that clouded his mind and plagued his every thought. Rebecca was willing to heal him of those blackened wounds that cut into him daily, kissing them and telling him that he was beautiful.

She liked him so much because also he saw her past her position. He knocked down her ego and made her rebuild her life, examine what was important and help her grow. He knew so much about her powers, the mysteries of her life. He was going to help her and she was going to him help. They were going to be a team. A witty, snarky, powerful team. For the good of mankind and not evil.

All she wanted to do was hold him and smile against his chest. She wanted to tilt her chin upwards, letting her neck stretch against his hard body and see his crystal emerald eyes watching her. She didn't want to argue with him or be cross. She didn't want to hate him right now.

But god.

She hated him.

Loki took every bit of feeling she had for him and crushed it. He betrayed her. He took her feelings, made her so very vulnerable and then laughed in her face when he disposed of her like the next girl.

Rebecca slowly lifted her neck, craning it upwards to stare at it in the mirror. Tears ran down the length of her red cheeks. Some had dark lines of mascara mixing into the wetness. Her eyes were red as was her nose. Everything in her expression was distraught. She was so endlessly sad.

Was she not good enough for him?

Was she worthless in comparison to another Midgardian girl?

Was everything she thought was forming between them a lie?

Rebecca found her grip on the sink tightening as she shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together. She finally let her guard down, and in a moment of weakness and doubt she ran away from what could've been beautiful. And because of it, she gave him up.

Who knows if Loki even felt anything for her? Even for a moment.

He didn't in the end, obviously. He wouldn't have been dancing in such a way with that blond chick if he did. Loki just wanted some ass or something, something that was meaningless. He truly was as heartless as they claimed. She should've realized that. He... destroyed her. He took her down, brought her up, only to once more shred everything she was.

And that wasn't Rebecca. She couldn't do something meaningless with someone she had feelings for. So, let him fuck that girl and do whatever. He could dominate her and get what he wants, if she was what he was looking for. It wasn't Rebecca. She wasn't going to be his game, his toy...

She couldn't.

A shiver ran down her spine. How could she think the same man that would violate her and rape her be capable of any sort of compassion? Why did she fill her head with these fantasies and make life so much better than it was? She was lying to herself to make things better but god, Rebecca dug herself so deep into this hole of shit.

"Why does this always happen," Rebecca whimpered to her reflection, feeling her heart rip just a bit further down the seam. She thought there was something there for the Norse God. When they were dancing. At the bar. In the training room. When she was helping him heal. He saved her back then, when Damion was a giant monster. Loki constantly proved that he might have viewed her as something more than a meat bag but perhaps she was wrong.

Her mind was too filled of this fake world, that she was the Christine Daae to the poor Phantom Erik. That maybe she could find that goodness in his heart and save him.

But she didn't even want to do that.

She didn't want to look at him because she knew he was probably kissing that girl in the way Rebecca almost had. He was just swapping her in and out. Worthless.

She was worthless. Insignificant.

Rebecca felt fresh tears run down her cheeks. She had tried so hard to build up a life where she'd never feel like crap again. A life where she could pride herself on her work and be that strong, confident woman would couldn't be dictated by a man's cruel touch. And yet here she was, crying in a nightclub's bathroom all because she was too stupid to recognize there was nothing there.

It was then, that the door to the bathroom opened, and in, entered Loki.

She was crying. Rebecca was crying. Why? He saw her standing in the crowd, watching him and the blond female. Wasn't it a normal part of these clubs to 'dance' with people? It is what Rebecca had told him.

He seemingly couldn't comprehend why Rebecca refused to give him any sort of normalcy here, when that is clearly all she wanted. She was being quiet fussy and very...human. She was acting extremely petty and over-analyzing the simple nature of night-club dancing. However, it was apparent that dancing between the blond and Rebecca, Loki much preferred the latter.

It was the way Rebecca stared into his eyes with such deep intensity, giving meaning to a mindless joust of the body. She twisted and turned in ways that made his entire being ache with hidden desires he would not be able to control. It was the line of her creamy neck, the bounce of her luscious curls, and the parting of those ruby lips that sent discomfort racing through his godly physique.

Loki could feel his mind drift, his eyes gently closing as the woman before him danced in her own, unfulfilling way. He could only image what it'd be like to continue these motions with Rebecca, and why he was even wasting his time on the blond.

In fact, why would he even letting this filth let him touch her? Was he reducing his worth by letting this weak, disgusting rat pretend like she was worth something?

"Get off me," Loki hiss lowly, his eyes narrowing like the snake he was. He hands grabbed the waist of the girl and roughly removing her from her position.

"Hey!" she shouted, turning around to face Loki. Her expression was confused and slightly angered as she snapped,"You can't touch me like that!"

"Can't I?" Loki sneered, his top lip quivering slightly as he latched his grip onto the blond head of hair. In the overwhelming atmosphere, the gesture hardly seemed bad or even intimidating. It seemed like they were dancing.

The girl screamed as she clutched the wrist of the Norse god, feeling his lips by her ear,"If you're so incapable of realizing when your life is meaningless, then perhaps I can make it clear to you. You are weak, pathetic, worthless, and a numb nuisance on this already god-forsaken planet. Your feminine pride is nothing but a lie and it makes me want to shred through your limbs and feed them to the dogs."

Loki let his breath creep onto her neck and melt into the blond's psyche before he tossed the her into another dancing couple. The two barely caught her. Her eyes were wide with complete terror as she tore through the couple, running away and disappearing as quickly as possible from the sinister man.

Loki sniffled, cracking his neck as he did. His tongue ran through the tip of his teeth before flickering back into his mouth. It felt good to be like his old self, even if for a moment. He missed why he felt so compelled to rule the pathetic lot of humans. They were so incapable of comprehending any sort of knowledge or manners. They were ants to him.

It angered him to an extent that his plan did not succeed. It would have been wonderful to rule the lot. But, again, it was to an extent. Because there was one girl, one human, that managed to challenge his entire philosophy on who he was.

It was Rebecca that made that difference. She almost suppressed his anger, which was extremely different from their initial encounter, and made him just... think about things. She questioned him. She gave him a reason to fight and not overpower the other party. She was opposition in the greatest sense of the word.

And she was crying.

Loki felt his heart twist at the thought. His hand came up to his chest, clutching the fabric above the organ. It was in pain because she was in pain. Someone who held up such a strong front, and had been for quite some time, was now in tears. It brought him... shame. Was it his fault? Was Loki the cause of the wetness streaming down her red cheeks?

He did not want to be.

Running his fingers through his raven hair, Loki inhaled deeply through his nose and glanced around the crowd, attempting to foresee where Rebecca might be. Luckily, even with all the noise, it wasn't too hard to tune in on the small hiccuping cries of a human girl.

Rebecca shook her head once more as Loki entered, feeling her dark curls fall past her shoulders and nearly into the sink. She sniffled, mustering up any sort of strength she had to issue the warning,"Get out of here."

Loki did not heed her warning as he continued to move into the small bathroom.

"Are you stupid? Get out." Rebecca snapped upright, whirling her head around to glare coldly at the god. Her voice was filled with such venom that even Loki was perplexed. His lips puckered, his eyes narrow but alert.

He examined her. Her heart was rapid within her fragile body. Her knees could barely hold up her minuscule weight, for not only were they shaking, but she still had a hand on the sink for support. Her lips were trembling, despite her attempt to keep them still. Her makeup was smeared from her tears, and her hair was now deeply rustled. However, her eyes were different. Those stone cold eyes had not shown signs of weakness as the rest of her body language had. They were issuing a warning to the Norse god.

This was the last of her guard.

Everything else had fallen apart. Her strength, her posture, and her composure evaporated into the air. But her pride still stood strong, reading quite clearly in the small bathroom. She would not let herself give into him and she was going to fight.

Loki did not speak when he saw her in such a state. Originally, if this had been months ago, he would have been joyous to be the cause of the girl's emotional distraught. But now? He couldn't even comprehend the magnitude of how to handle this situation. All he knew is that the hollowing feeling in his chest was growing astronomically and he needed to set things right.

"The door is right there," Rebecca hissed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she sniffled.

Loki tilted his head, glancing behind him at the exit to the bathroom. However, instead of leaving the small room, he flicked his hand and locked the door instead.

"Much better," Loki whispered, turning around slowly to once more to face Rebecca. But this time, his face was much more solemn. It somehow was filled of emotions that he never displayed to anyone. Loki was openly displaying how he felt through his expression. Regret.

"I don't want to talk to you. You did nothing wrong. I need time to myself," Rebecca huffed, examining him as best as she could.

"You know that is false, Rebecca," Loki nearly whispered, clasping his hands in front of his body.

"No, it's actually completely true!" Rebecca's voice raised in intensity as she spoke,"You can do whatever the fuck you please! I have no dictation over you or your actions Loki. Everything you do is your actions. And actions speak for themselves, don't you think? They really define a person."

Loki licked his lips, knowing very well what Rebecca was getting at. She was a clever girl and was quite intelligent. She was calling him out on everything he had done to her... Everything. But she wouldn't say it, no. That'd be too painful and easy. Loki dancing with the blond was obviously only the spark to unleashing whatever Rebecca had been bottling up. And now, all of those feelings tore through her guard and left nothing in its wake.

"You know what, Loki? It's my pleasure to show you how truly pathetic the human race is. We can't keep our lives together for two fucking minutes without having the entire world explode. I mean look at me," Rebecca laughed lowly,"Can't last 5 minutes without questioning everything I believe in."

Loki, again, found himself silenced as his gazed washed over the girl. He stood for a few moments, watching her eyes well up in tears once more. The emotions were surfacing again.

"I caused this," Loki stated softly, his gaze shifting downwards.

Rebecca shook her head, sneering,"You did what you do. And honestly, I'm surprised to have believed something different."

"Different."

Rebecca failed produce a response to his words, because the tears in her eyes began to pour over onto her cheeks. Her arms crossed, one of her hands coming up to rest right under her nose.

"Please," she hiccuped,"just go."

Loki's brows furrowed, raising a hand as he retorted,"We should fix this."

"We?" Rebecca shouted through her tears, throwing her hands down by her side,"there is no 'we' and there is nothing to fix! I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by staying in this room; I asked you to leave!"

Her words caused him to step backwards for a moment, almost unable to catch his footing. Loki shook his head back and fourth, frowning as he whispered,"You really believe that."

"Yes."

"You believe we have nothing."

"Never had."

"Then why are you crying?" Loki asked gently, his green eyes searching hers. His voice was filled of compassion that made Rebecca's knees lose their strength once more. She tightly gripped the sink again, feeling her heart thump as she quickly responded,"It's none of your concern."

"Rebecca, if you were truly worthless to me, I would have slaughtered you ages ago and escaped to the edge of the universe," he replied bluntly, a small grin flickering onto the edge of his lips. "Unfortunately, I could not go to that extent with that rodent, but she was discarded of," Loki informed of the blond.

Rebecca shook her head as she painfully hissed,"Because that's what you do with all of us, right?" Her teeth barred as her cheeks were filled with a new stream of water. Her eyes fell shut as she glanced to the corner of the bathroom, unable to keep her gaze on the god. It was too hard to look at him.

"Not you," Loki told her calmly,"Never you."

"Your actions say otherwise," Rebecca growled, a shiver running through her spine. She couldn't hold this last bit of pride much longer. She wouldn't be able to keep this strength going because his words weakened her. At any moment, she'd just collapse onto the floor and sob, and Loki would see her for how pathetic she really is.

"I was a different man then!" Loki spat, the sudden fleck of anger tearing through him. He stepped forward, his eyes blazing as he neared Rebecca, "Could you believe I am the very same man who violated you when you were the one that changed every fiber of my being to who I am now. I do not even recognize my own reflection because of you."

Rebecca stayed silent, tilting her head back to observe him.

"I do not understand customs or basic knowledge of your human race. So, forgive me if I've offended you, but do not dissuade how you've transformed the very essence of who I am into a ghost of my former self.

"Please, understand this, Rebecca, because you are quite the smart girl. I never intended to break down the walls of who you are or manage to be this vindictive monster in which you still perceive me as! Unless, you still think me to be so cruel as to falsifying my own feelings towards you for some lowly gain. Do you?"

Rebecca whimpered, shaking her head back and fourth as if to reject loudly spoken his words.

Loki's frustration was showing in reaction to her stubborn nature. How could she not see what he was telling her? How was she still so blind by those innocent tears, shed for no purpose. His hands came to touch her arms in the softest way possible, and her body instantly tensed. Her head turned to the side to glance away from him, but there was no shouting. His voice was soft when he whispered,"Look me in the eyes, Rebecca, and tell me I am still the monster you once knew."

Her body trembled under his gentle touch. She swallowed thickly, knowing very well she should just push him away, walk out, and end all of this. She wanted to end the pain, the weakness... She didn't want to do any of this anymore because she was so tired. She was emotionally drained and sick of everything Loki brought her.

And yet, Rebecca's head slowly turned to stare deeply into the emerald crystals.

His eyes shone with such genuine compassion and hope. They were filled with the thinest layer of wetness, and glimmered with the innocence of a child. There was no cruelty, or anger. There was nothing of the sinister, evil Loki that had been his past. It was new, scared... alone. It was the eyes of the lonely Phantom she had saw in her dream. The exact same hue. They were so nervous and afraid of everything that he had been exposed to. But most of all, his eyes showed that he was vulnerable. Rebecca's lack of her guard was nothing in comparison to the way Loki had just opened up to her. He was completely unshielded, pouring into Rebecca nothing but the truth.

"No," Rebecca said softly, her body relaxing ever so slightly. Loki's hand traveled upwards to her redden cheek, his thumb brushing away the wet streaks.

"I wish to protect you... not bring you harm."

"I don't... I don't need protection," Rebecca sniffled, her gaze never shifting,"I just need respect. I'm not... lesser than you, Loki." Suddenly, a new flow of energy surged through her when broke free of his grip. Her jaw tightened when she confidently replied,"And if you ever believe you are superior to me or anyone else, I'll break you like a twig."

"Can you?" Loki whispered, a small grin flickering on the edge of his lips as his guard instantly reappeared,"Can you break me?"

"Don't try me," Rebecca replied, wiping away the wetness from the other half of her face.

Loki cocked his head,"I don't believe you have it in you."

"Are you kidding me, Loki? It's all fun and games with you," Rebecca huffed in disbelief, moving past him. But, it was only seconds later when she felt her back pushed up against the wooden door, and Loki was the cause of it.

His face was inches away, his eyes staring intensely into hers as he spoke,"Makes life more interesting don't you think?" His tone was taunting, but not dangerous. It was... not fair. Rebecca felt her senses heighten instantly. But, not from danger. It was from something else completely. Her entire body felt like small fires were being planted on every part of her, begging to grow into a full flame.

Loki let his cheek slide past her lips, moving to her ear where he whispered,"I want you to break me."

Rebecca's chin tilted upwards to compensate for Loki's warm breath on her neck. Her fingers gripped the edge of her dress, her chest rising and falling from the tension in the room. Her eyes fell shut, melting in the sensation of the hum on her bare skin, her blood singing with new sensations that were finally coming to light. The air in the bathroom was shrinking, making it harder to focus on the surroundings. All she could think of was him. Loki.

"You really-" Loki began, but unfortunately couldn't finish. His words were muted by the swift crashing of Rebecca's mouth of his. She was going to take on his challenge, and sure as hell she would win. She pressed her lips to his, feeling his response almost instantly. His hands wound around her waist, feeling the fabric of the dress under his touch and relishing in it. His mouth returned the fire equally, creating a powerful match for Rebecca to defeat.

Her hands tightly pulled at the collar of his shirt, her body pushing into his lean form. It was then that she threaded her fingers through the layers of thick raven hair, giving it a tight tug to pull Loki's head backward and to reveal his neck. Loki nearly moaned at this motion, for her warm lips pressed against the spot where his pulse throbbed.

Her hands came down to rest on his shoulders, strongly moving him to now lean against the door. Rebecca pushed her sleek, curvy body against him, rocking her hips into his groin. She then let her lips train up his neck and to his jaw, planting small kisses along the perfect bone structure before recapturing his mouth and parting his lips with her tongue, deviling deep into him.

And he was delicious.

Loki pressed further, feeling her motions almost hypnotizing. His hands slid downwards to feel the smoothness of her thigh, rubbing upwards to the curve of her bottom and feeling it in his palm. Loki's mouth moved to her ear as he dangerously murmured,"You should be arrested for being this tempting." Loki did not want to stop tasting her. He covered every part of her neck with his tongue and earning the smallest moan from her lips.

"Maybe I should arrest you," Loki offered, grinning between the next few kisses. Their mouths were filled with one another with such a glowing sensation that neither could take their hands off of one another. Rebecca's fingers slid up and down the length of his chest, feeling the expanse of muscle hidden beneath the black fabric.

"Shut up," Rebecca murmured against his lips, returning the smirk. She nipped at his bottom lip, pulling the flesh between her teeth outwards before running her tongue along the edge. Loki's hold on her tightened instantly at the action, and he knew how badly he wanted this. He began to pull vigorously at her tight clothing, knowing that once they were gone he'd be able to sweep her perfect body in kisses and hold her tighter.

There was so much fervor and intensity as their tongues found a perfect rhythm with one another, dancing the ceremonial tradition of new lovers. The frustration was out, the seduction was evident- the two needed each other more than anything. Rebecca gasped against Loki's mouth from the power of each kiss, giving her fuel and desire to kiss him back harder.

Loki then moved Rebecca behind him to the wall, grabbing her waist and lifting her upwards. Her legs instantly wrapped tightly around his waist, her back curving to give her access to his mouth. His hands slid upwards to push up the hem of her dress, feeling the heat of her radiating outwards. Loki's lips tore at hers as one of his hands remained at her waist while the other gave her bottom a squeeze. The same hand began to travel towards the patch of heat, using his thumb to touch Rebecca's most delicate spot through the lace of her panties. He grinned as her next kiss was an open mouth gasp, her body momentarily freezing at the sudden motion.

Rebecca's eyes fell shut at Loki began to kiss her collarbone, his fingers working a train of scorching heat around her thighs and occasionally returning to the special spot of pleasure. The girl panted slightly, letting his fingers continuously thread underneath the lining of her underwear and started to work.

Her body sharply inhaled at the instant sensations shooting through her body. Her mouth locked his with his, her own tongue surging forward to tangle with his, all sense of reserve tossed to the wind. But, Rebecca couldn't help but tense when Loki's fingers began to pry and poke at another spot more south, causing Rebecca to throw her head back against the door. Her legs tightened around Loki's waist as a moan escaped her lips when he began to push his lengthly, skilled fingers inside of her.

"God, Loki," She croaked, her chest heaving at the tingling sensations as he curved within her, causing her to tremble at his touch. Her face flushed, her lips parted in such a way that was almost teasing to Loki himself. But, when it was Rebecca who moved away from him, he was surprised. Rebecca, still breathless, firmly planted her feet on the floor and let her body mold to his.

Her hands desperately gripped his shirt, wanting to rid of the layers separating them. Instantly, she found the hem of his shirt and pull it off over his head, revealing his bare chest. Her hands searched the different contours of his rough body, feeling healed scars and bumps from his previous battles and wars. She felt youth and age; she felt wisdom and fear. Her eyes flickered up to Loki's, noticing that they were almost timid when she felt his past clearly written on his skin. Rebecca tilted her head upwards to kiss his lips lovingly, before she kissed every scar she could find. Her tongue traveled with the sweetness of her lips, ensuring he felt warmth when before he felt so cold.

When she returned to standing position, a look of wonder was plastered across his face as he gazed at her. He looked at her like she was the most magical thing that's ever happened because she was embracing what even he couldn't. But then, that expression changed when a groan escaped Loki's throat as Rebecca gripped his erection through his trousers, letting her hand trace along the outside.

Another small groan was barely audible from the base of Loki's neck, and Rebecca grinned when she gave it a stroke. Loki continually kissed her, his grip now on her chest and feeling her mounds above the fabric of her dress.

Loki tangled his fingers in her long brown curls, slamming his lips against hers as he felt her hands seamlessly remove his pant's clasps and zippers. As she worked, Loki undid at the halter of her dress and tugged the entire fabric downward to expose more and more of her skin, only for the dress to pool at her feet.

His mouth instantly went to her revealed breasts that perfectly fit in his hand. His mouth swirled over her rosy nipple, suckling on it tightly before giving it a gentle bite. The other, received equal care and was deeply massaged with his talented fingers. He moaned against her chest, for Rebecca still managed to remove his pants and continually stroked his length. She was desperate for contact and she was trembling horribly under his touch. His head cocked upwards to see her hair messily sprawled all over her neck, her chest deeply breathed and her eyes rolling backwards.

Loki kissed up from the peak of her breasts, to her neck, to her lips, once more capturing her lips. His hand came to cup her cheek, pushing his mouth further onto hers. Her back arched into him, and they began to cling to one another as their bare bodies pressed into one another. Rebecca and Loki managed to slide off their shoes at this point, their feet's rubbing against one another.

His hands dug into her flesh, touching every part he could and setting fires as he may. Loki's kisses slowly drugged Rebecca, setting her on fire, numbing her mind, and sharpening her senses. His tongue drove deeper into her mouth, his hands running miles along her silky skin. His talented fingers traveled down her spine, causing her body to shiver with temptation.

A tense, heavy silence hung over the room, broken only by the erratic pounding Rebecca's heart as Loki's thumbs hooked into the edge of her underwear and discarded them. He took the opportunity to capture her mouth once more, pressing his clothed erection against her core, causing both of them to grip one another in desperation. Loki, dangerously slow, pressed into her core with his length. Rebecca moaned into Loki's neck, but refused to give in and beg for it. God, her entire body was exploding and she wanted him to take her so bad, but she would not give him that satisfaction, no. She would make him beg.

Rebecca, with the last of her willpower, released her hold around Loki's shoulders to kneel on the ground. His eyes watched hers carefully, his back now up against the bathroom wall. His vision washed over the perfect human girl and how her hands slid over his erection almost daintily, causing him to hiss. Slowly, she removed his undergarment and firmly gripped him.

"I may be kneeling," Rebecca whispered darkly,"but I'll be the one ruling you."

Loki's brows furrowed momentarily, before everything went white. Loki's eyes widened as a deep groan was uttered from the back of his throat. Rebecca's mouth began to cover his length, licking and sucking in such ways he never imagined possible. His member was scorched in her warm orifice, feeling a rippling sensation unlike anything else. Her hands worked too, and this was such a manner that would never happen on Asgard. His legs trembled, his hands instantly grabbed Rebecca's hair as he watched Rebecca continuously run her lips along him. She looked up to him with such a sultry look, and Loki could tell she was grinning as she worked.

"God, Rebecca," Loki groaned, his words filled with lust that it was almost unrecognizable as his own. Her warm mouth was covering him and her tongue washed over his tip, sending his godly body into a state of inferiority. He wouldn't last if she continued to perform so well, and by the way she worked, that was her plan. She wanted to win this.

"You little... minx," Loki breathlessly whispered, fiddling his fingers to cast a spell on the floor, just for cleanliness.

Rebecca pulled her mouth off him, smirking,"You love this."

Loki kneeled down as well, his hands scooping Rebecca by the waist and placing her underneath him. "I'll make you scream my name before I give you anything," Loki spoke darkly. But only his heated whispers caressed her skin this time, and her unbridled emotions finally broke free, drowning out every last shred of reason within her. "Don't you dare," Rebecca responded, gazing up at him with such wide eyes.

Loki touched her thighs, sending her body into the slightest shiver. For seemingly endless moments, he traced circles around her inner legs, but never broke his gaze with her eyes. Rebecca; however, noticed a pitiful desperation in those beloved jade orbs, and every last fiber of her being was screaming for him. Swallowing hard, she took a steadying breath and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the glorious pressure digging into her lower abdomen.

Loki silenced her with a gentle kiss, the previous frenzy dissolved as quickly as it had come. His lips lingered sweetly on hers before he pulled back just far enough to stare into her eyes,"You're beautiful."

And before Rebecca knew it, she felt Loki's lips touch her inner thigh. She quivered at the sensation, her mouth parting when suddenly, a world of difference. This time a blinding, white hot sensation ripped through Rebecca and she knew she was too close. His mouth began to lick and prod, his fingers too joining the dance in her lower region. "Loki, oh god," she whispered, her eyes body tensing at the touch.

When Rebecca tapped at his shoulder, he moved upwards to kiss her lips with such emotion. His hands framed her face, one of them coming up to brush away a small lock that curled up on her cheek. A genuine smile wiped across Loki's face as he soaked in the sight of her when pushed himself deep inside her. He saw the sense of pleasure wash over her face, and he took that as a signal to thrust deeper.

Loki was extremely well endowed and filled her to the fill extent. His hands came to grip the flesh by her waist, and Loki let himself groan as she surrounded him. Rebecca too, was moaning in a way that only turned Loki on even more. He pounded into her, and after a few minutes animalistic instincts finally took control. He began to drive into her with deep, powerful strokes that left her gasping for breath. Her fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his shoulders as she felt herself spiraling into oblivion again. Consumed by passion, she writhed beneath him, her breathless moans and screams of ecstasy rising into the night as she neared her breaking point.

However, before Rebecca even allowed this moment to occur, she pushed his body backwards and let her legs straddle his length. "You're... wicked," Loki breathlessly spoke, his hands resting at her waist as she began to move on him. Her entire being consumed him. She took him fully every time, her moans growing louder as was Loki's. Before she knew, she could even sit up right. Loki grabbed her shoulders and brought her lips to meet his as he continually thrust into her, determined to finish the job and to give Rebecca the most wonderful pleasure imaginable.

And somewhere between excruciating pain and the most intense pleasure she had ever known, her orgasm happened. A long, low moan escaped her as his deft tongue began to work its magic on her. Primal instincts immediately took over; she bucked her hips against him, clawing at his head to pull him harder against her. She seemed to be unraveling from the inside out, and finally she could take no more; she felt her insides splinter in an explosion of unimaginable pleasure and her body lurched forward and shuddered as she screamed Loki's name. Loki, in turn, slammed into her with wild force as she had given him. And Rebecca had not heard a more beautiful sound than Loki's broken cry when he felt his own release.

His arms wound tightly around her limp body, both breathless and tired. Beads of sweat rippled across their skin as they attempted to take in as much air as they could. Rebecca curled up into Loki's strong arms, encompassing her and making her feel so secure. They laid there, intertwined, and neither put in any effort to move away.

Rebecca sighed into his strong body, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist as her lips kissed his chest. Several moments of peace drifted by them, and Loki continuously stroked Rebecca's curled hair. By the steady rise and fall of her chest, he assumed she fell blissfully asleep. His lips gently grazed her forehead, inhaling her scent, and letting sleep take him far away.

HI. YAY. So, just so you guys know, they don't sleep on the bathroom floor... That's not romantic. I just wanted to put it out that the first line in the next chapter is them waking up back in Angria. So, yeah.

I hope you guys liked it and that it was worth the wait! Please review!