Warning: A bit o' sexy time within.
Simple Mischief
He couldn't believe how exhausted he felt. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised by it, after all; he'd just received stroke two hundred this morning and knowing that thousands more were to come made him clench his jaw and close his eyes. He may have overestimated just how much he could take.
No.
He drew in a deep breath through his nose and slowly let it out through barely parted lips. He could bear it, would bear it. He would not be defeated by his own plans again. This one could not fail, if it did, they would all die. She would die. He could think of no greater torture than a life devoid of her presence. Ten thousand strokes against his back would not make him falter.
"Tilt your head back." Her quiet voice bade of him. Besides, how could he not survive this torture when he knew that each evening, he would kneel in this basin and his water nymph would work her seemingly magical fingers through his scalp?
"Stop that." Her voice sounded amused in its stern admonishment.
"What?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"The moaning, it's ridiculous." He hadn't even realized he had been, too lost in his own thoughts and the delightful way she ran her fingers against him. Her nimble little digits were nearly as pleasurable as other aspects of her anatomy.
"I would apologize but it is no fault of my own." He heard her let out a quiet but still amused huff behind him. He almost groaned in disappointment when he felt the water pouring over the back of his head, knowing that her task on that part of his person had come to an end. He continued to mull over other aspects of his plan as she set to work on his neck, shoulders and arms.
Thor would and most likely already had traveled back to Midgard with Lady Sif. He couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips as he thought of how that meeting must have gone. Sif will have hated the man of iron. She was not one to suffer foppish behavior directed at her but knowing how important Stark was to Thor and the realm, she would be forced to allow it to happen. Simple mischief, like he used to engage it so long ago, was something he truly missed. No one got hurt, realms didn't hang in the balance as a result and lives were not destroyed. Yes, he missed the smaller pleasures in life and allowing himself to indulge in such, at Sif's expense, lightened his mood even further.
The water rippled against him as Kenna moved around the basin, her soapy cloth now running across his clavicle and chest before dipping lower to work across his stomach and lower abdominals.
"You really need to learn to control yourself." Another admonishment came from his caretaker and wife. He smirked.
"I think the effort would be counterproductive to the healing process." He cracked his eyes opened and saw her shaking her head, a tiny smile playing across her lips as well. Perhaps he could convince her of other therapeutic activities before they finished here.
"I could always ask Thor to bring in a male bather." He blanched slightly.
"That would not be wise."
"Why is that?"
"The fewer people that know of the true state of my body, the better. A common bather would not be trustworthy enough for such a task."
"Such a logical reason."
"I assumed it the best way to dissuade you from asking such a horrid request." She actually chuckled. His hopes for such added activities continued to rise… among other things.
"Stand." And so he did. Wisely on her part, she moved around to his backside once more, running the cloth over his buttocks, the backs of his thighs and calves. "If you could bend over, I would not be doing all of this for you and placing myself in such a position."
"But alas, I cannot."
"Alas." She moved in a continuing circle and tended to his thighs and shins. Loki groaned when she did not take it on herself to relieve the obvious strain of the only part of his anatomy that had not received any attention but could obviously use some. He kept his eyes closed, knowing that if he took the chance to look down at her as she was now, kneeling in front of him, he would not be able to stop himself from moving in ways that she had strictly forbidden. His resolve to not injure the healing flesh of his back would dissolve and that would not please her in the least. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when she stood. So much for that fantasy becoming reality.
"I don't know if I've ever seen you look so dejected." He was about to chastise her for saying such a foolish thing when soapy hands gripped him and he gasped. "But I will not leave any portion of you untended." He started to lean forward. "No, stand straight or this ends." He unflinchingly obeyed, not moving a muscle. Her little hands moved against him in long, smooth strokes.
"I care not what is official but you woman, are a goddess." He breathed out and took the chance to open his eyes. She wasn't looking up at him but he could see as she shook her head slightly with that continued little smile on her lips. His eyes shut tightly once more when those strokes began to fluidly twist around him with one hand moving lower to attend even more of him. He didn't even try to hold back his moan as she expertly worked him. He knew he wasn't supposed to move and he knew he risked her keeping her promise to stop if he did but he could not keep himself from reaching out gently with one hand to her hip in order to pull her closer to him. He didn't care that the closer proximity slightly hampered her movements; he just wanted to feel the increased nearness of her.
"You never do as you're told."
"Never." He agreed. "But I am trying. If I were not, we would be in a decidedly different position and my back would be a bloody mess." He heard her mutter something like 'unbelievable' but he didn't care. Despite her earlier warning, she did not stop and in fact, her motions against him became even more fervent. It seemed she could read him rather well in this respect and just when appropriate, her grip increased as did her speed as well as paying extra attention to his accessories. He groaned out her name as he came, fully enjoying not only the pleasure she gave him but also the creative way in which she gave it. He finally opened his eyes fully when she started to pull away. His perverse mind wanted to see something before it was too late.
Loki slightly stepped back and looked down so he could see his release as it glistened against her stomach just as she sat down on the submerged bench and rinsed herself off. It was almost enough to make him request even more of her but the moment their eyes met, he knew that trying for anything more would be out of the question. She seemed to read his mind as a slightly annoyed look started to cross her features. Not wanting to dissuade her from any future possibilities, he smiled.
"Thank you." This seemed to correct her expression and instead of annoyed, she instead narrowed her eyes but the tiny ticking up of the corners of her mouth was enough to show she accepted his thanks for what they were. Nothing but genuine. Kenna then changed up the process from yesterday one more time by not requesting that he sit in the water and soak. Instead, she had him remain standing, rinsed him with fresh water and then had him exit the basin.
"I was thinking that perhaps more time against the air might leave you in better shape that the wet." He just nodded, deferring to her far greater level of expertise in this area. Just as Kenna shrugged on a long bathing robe, they heard a knock at the door. They looked at one another. Only Thor knocked and Loki had not been expecting him. Something was wrong, had Stark refused?
"I will go." She said.
"You are not decent." She rolled his eyes at him.
"I am fully covered and it will take too long to put the dressing on your back before someone comes barging in here. I will go." She repeated. Reluctantly, he nodded. She moved to the washroom door and stepped out, leaving it open a crack. He moved to stand near it so that he could hear everything that transpired.
"Thor, we were not expecting you." Hearing his wife address the king so informally made him cringe but the big oaf insisted on it when in private company. Kenna was not one to disobey such requests, though he wished she would.
"Nor was I expecting to be here but something has… occurred. My brother, where is he." He didn't hear her response so it must have been nonverbal. The man Stark has requested an audience, as terms for his cooperation."
Fuck. That was the last thing he wished to contend with now, the arrogant human who thought himself the equal of a god.
"It will be a moment." He heard Kenna say.
"Of course, he will be here in a few minutes. He insisted on walking, preferring not the horses. Lady Sif escorts him here." Despite it all, that made him smile. Let her suffer for ruining his initial plans over a decade ago. She was getting off light as far as he was concerned. He moved away from the door when he heard her returning.
"You heard?"
"Yes." She nodded and moved to her things. "I do not wish to appear as I am." She nodded again and made no mention of his vanity or ego on the subject. She motioned him over to her and quickly set to work, covering the tender flesh in her bandaging before helping him into a shirt and his breeches. He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back well enough. She took a few steps back from him, tilting her head from side to side in an appraising manner. She looked into his eyes and nodded.
"I will be in the study. If you chose to sit, use the bench at the end of the bed." She then left. He heard her address Thor but by the time he stiffly made it to the main room, she'd already disappeared into the anteroom.
"I do not like this." He said to Thor the moment he arrived. "Does he know?" Even Thor did not need further explanation.
"I told him not of your punishment nor will Lady Sif." Loki nodded and silently thanked the golden king. It was bad enough to be seen in this prison by the likes of Stark but he didn't know if his pride could handle the human knowing of his humiliation as well. They didn't have to wait long before a red faced Sif entered the room in front of a very self-satisfied looking Tony Stark.
"Holy shit. Nice prison." Loki nearly clenched his fists but stopped himself just in time. He had no desire to give this man any satisfaction with that sort of reaction. "Asgardian jail doesn't seem half bad. I had visions of shackles and rats and that sort of bullshit but this…" The human took an appreciative spin to get a better look. "Classy in a renaissance faire sort of way." He stopped when something caught his eye. He pointed to the left side of the room. "Is that what I think it is?" Loki followed his line of sight. The cask of mead. "Fuck yeah, I need a drink. And since you're a shit host, I'll just help myself. I mean, we were at war and I offered you one at my place." He heard the man mutter something about other people's children after that but it was all nonsense to him.
He'd barely been in the room thirty seconds and Loki already wanted to kill him. He watched as Stark grabbed a goblet and did indeed help himself to the amber liquid. He stood, turned to face the three gods in the room and raised his glass in salute.
"To the craziest business venture I've ever stupidly gotten myself into." He didn't wait for any response before taking a long drink. "Fuck that's good." He topped of his cup once more before looking around again. He spied a chair and moved to it. "My dogs are barkin'. That was one hell of a walk. You mind?" He asked but sat down before anyone could say anything.
Loki looked at the other Asgardians. Thor looked perplexed, comically if they had been under different circumstances while Sif actually looked amused. Now Loki wanted to kill the human doubly so, he had somehow turned his mischief with Sif on its head. She glanced at him, gave him something very like a sneer before returning her attention to the unusual man.
"You wished an audience?" Loki finally asked, failing to keep all of the annoyance out of his tone.
"Yeah. I wanna hear this plan of yours from you."
"I'm sure that Thor did an adequate…"
"Yeah, yeah. Point break filled me in. I'm not trying to get any extra information from this. I just need to hear it come from you. Let's just say I trust you about as far as I can throw you, sans my suit of course." Through a very tense jaw, Loki spoke.
"And what part do you wish to hear?"
"Everything. Start to finish. I want to know why you're doing it, what you get out of it and most importantly, why the fuck I should trust one god damned word that comes out of your mouth." He took another sip of mead. "Impress me."
Steeling himself for what he must go through, he was half tempted to tell Thor that he would not be going to the square tomorrow since this should more than substitute for the next day's whipping. He took a deep breath and as calmly, in as bored a tone as he could affect, he explained his plan, its inception, its necessity, his gain and what he expected the outcome to be.
Stark was actually quiet for a time, actually looked contemplative. It was actually astonishing. Then the man's eyes narrowed, he sat forward and cocked his head to the side.
"Are you lying to me?" He asked outright. Oddly enough, for all his years and the obvious reputation he'd deservedly gained throughout them, he'd never been asked such a thing so bluntly. Strangely enough, it was the first thing Stark had said that didn't make him want to rip his head off. Loki allowed himself to sigh.
"No, Tony Stark, Man of Iron, I am not lying to you."
"Alright, good enough for me." He stood up resolutely. "Show me this workshop you seem to think I'll find useful. I just hope travel Jarvis is up to the task." He walked back to the cask, topped off his cup once more and then moved back to the cell door. "One more thing, where's Kenna?" Now Loki's fists did clench. "I'd love to see her again." Loki would have to thank him later with the way Thor quickly acted. He began to appreciate the king more and more each day.
"Perhaps later." He jumped in quickly. "For now, let us get you settled in."
Stark sent Loki an irritatingly knowing look. "Yeah, perhaps later." Then his eyes flitted to the anteroom door for a second. "Until later."
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AN: A light chapter all around. This was to keep some of my readers from going into a depressive coma. Oh Tony, Tony, Tony. You loveable jackass.
Enosimania: (42) Great to hear from you again! Haha, I'm not going to lie, that chapter was probably a little influenced by your fic.
Winter Sombrero: (54) Yea! Good to hear. He has his moments… even if they are still Loki styled.
Dunamess: Oh good. And he's back with a vengeance!
zero kiryu is all mine: Awesomeness.
lokiworshipper13: Of course he would. No woman is safe. Hell, he was hitting on Jane right in front of Thor, he'd probably have sex with Sif in front of Thor if he could get away with it. Thank you! She's a voracious knowledge hound when it comes to subjects that interest her and lately, Loki interests her.
CoreyBuerella: I do, I do. No need for apologies though. I'm happy to share music ideas with people, especially if they have similar tastes. It seems people that like this kind of music are few and far between anyway. Thank you!
(HappyDeath)Executioner: (54) That's what they say. (55) That he is and that you do. I'm so excited to do more Loki/Tony interactions. The plans I have… And yes, Tony did delay the return for Kenna at Bruce's request. And the Odin/Baby Loki scene, I'm saying it's Odin's magic because when you watch that scene, the first place that starts to lose its blue color on the baby is where Odin is stroking him with his thumb and you can see some little sparkles right at his thumb. But since it's never discussed exactly how Loki maintains his Asgardian look, you could go either way but I like the idea of Loki not being in control of it… dunno why, just do. I've seen some writers go the 'instinctual magic' route as well. Whatever works for the story, works for me.
(Fuchsia)Grasshopper: Yeah, I'll play with the idea. I'm leaning towards that he needs an outside influence until he can teach himself to overcome it. But at this point, I don't think he wants to overcome it, being perfectly happy in his Asgardian guise (he's still not too keen on what he is after all). OMG, someone has to write a Tony/Sif story. It could be all sorts of awesome and over the top craziness. You, me, someone must do it! If I weren't writing a freakin' erotic epic here, I would be all over that. Thanks, I got a little catty over that review but she and I have been PMing back and forth in a perfectly cordial sort of way. It's all good. We just have very different views of Loki characterization, sall good.
(amyleigh)121: Thank you! OMG, I checked out that tumblr and I couldn't stop laughing. There is something strange going on there with hamsters, that's for sure. Thanks for turning me onto it.
CeffylGwyn: No worries, I'm always excited when someone finds a chance to review, not matter when. Thank you. I'm a sucker for Dark Loki. I've got a bit of a bad boy complex (I'll admit that). I mean, I liked "Thor" and I thought the Loki character was interesting and really well acted but I didn't think much beyond that until I saw "Avengers" That's when my mind started churning and this goofy tale was born. I'll blame the Loki/Black Widow scene for that. Ahah, jealous of Kenna. Poor girl, she can't even win with readers… jkjk. Thank you. I love writing dialogue for them. Now don't go insane, I don't know if you'd be able to leave such wonderful reviews in the future if you did. Thank you again!
KeeperoftheNine: Hehe. You can and I'll smile each time you do. Oh you know he'd go ape shit for Sif, even if only in flirtation. You know he'd do something like that. Maybe he'll try to get some armor back to earth to give to Pepper, lol. I've considered it. My muse is always going crazy. If I could just write fan fiction full time (wish it paid, lol), I'd have so many stories going all at once but alas… I am a mere mortal. :) Oh, the book. I liked adding that in there and while I don't know if Loki will personally read it, you know Kenna is going to slowly fill him in on what she's been researching. Thank you once more. You can usually say that and not be disappointed. I'm obsessive that way.
Lae D Snowflake: Wow, you think torture chapters are "TOO" good for Kenna and Loki. I pale to think of what is too bad for them. :) But… having said that, Tony is definitely going to figure into… well, I can't say and give it away! :)
jnotjane: Oh, yes he is. I can just see Sif being mildly annoyed by his flirtations… but secretly flattered (I think). She's still a woman after all, warrior or no. Well, he doesn't know about it yet but he'll definitely find out at some point. Loki is a jealous sort so we'll see how he handles the Tony situation. Thank you. That's tough stuff for me to write so it's nice to hear that. As you can see from the start of this chapter, it's not a cakewalk for him but he's pretty strongly motivated. We'll see.
reader204: Another review… Thank you. :) tehe
