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Chapter Sixteen: His Prisoner
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She opened her eyes. She realized that she was in the woods of Vanaheim. A feeling of hope and familiarity blossomed in her chest. She longed to be back in the lush, fertile forests of her home. This is where things made sense where she found some sort of peace. She saw her shack sitting there, looking untouched. She ran there, lifting her dress out of the way.
When she burst through the doors, her face dropped. Sadness set in. No one was there. Her father, brother, mother (whomst she hadn't seen in centuries), Baldur, Havi, or Hildisvíni. She was all alone.
She walked through there slowly, looking around. Everything felt empty. Yes, there was basic furniture and all of her stuff, but it meant nothing. It was nothing to her. No one was there to greet her. No one was there to welcome her back home. No one cared. She was all alone.
"You're not alone," a voice behind her said. "You have me."
She turned around and came face to face the open door across the room with Loki standing in the middle. From what he wasn't blocking with his body through the door, she could see several alien beings ravaging and conquering New York.
"No," she said.
"You don't want to be alone again, do you?" he said, extending his hand to her
"I-I need to find my friends," she said, backing away.
"I am your friend," he said. "How many times must I explain this?"
She could feel the anger growing despite her fear and vulnerability being laid bear to him. In fact, it just added to her anger due to the vulnerability. He may have fuel against her, playing on her fears, but it wouldn't stop her from fighting back. She wanted him out.
"That's it. I'm waking up," she said with a lip curl and a sharp dropping of her head.
She gasped awake, head raising with a jolt. Despite the blurry eyes, she could see Loki sitting across from her. She tried to move her limbs, but they were bound. It seemed he was being smart about this.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's unbelievably rude to go into someone's dreams?" she said, meeting his eyes with a glare.
"No, I suppose she didn't, or I didn't bother to listen," he said with a smirk.
She refrained from rolling her eyes.
"Where's Thor?" she asked. "Did you drop him from the sky?"
"Of course."
She looked away, displeased. Despite her past with him, she hoped he wasn't dead due to his brother's pettiness. He learned better from his mistakes than Loki did, at least when it came to interacting with her. It felt like she was running in circles with the trickster god.
"Untie me," she demanded, looking at him straight in the eyes.
"Unlike my brother, I'm not stupid," he said, chuckling amusedly.
She was done with this conversation. She didn't have anything to say to him, and quite frankly she didn't want to hear him explain himself. His selfishness disappointed her. His violence and willingness to murder disappointed her as well. Despite Coulson's annoying persistence to have her join the team, he was a decent man. She didn't even hold any anger towards him anymore, just pain, sadness, and guilt.
"What? What's that look for?"
Silence.
"No scathing words?" he said.
Silence.
"I'm known for my silver tongue, and you're known for your sharp one. Surely, you have something to say."
Silence.
She saw him frown from the corner of her eye and him say with a bit of frustration, "Say something."
"What do you wish me to say? Hm?" she said disappointedly as she turned her head back around to face him. "That I'm happy you're here murdering people to get what you want? That I'm flattered that you came here to conquer a realm that I like to impress me? That I'm pleased that you kidnapped me. No, Loki, I'm disgusted with you right now."
She saw a brief flash of something in his eyes before the façade was up again. A smirk curled on his face as he leaned into her space. She didn't move, just gave him a look of challenge. If he tried something, she wouldn't hesitate. Tied up or not, she wouldn't allow it.
"You can act all high and mighty, love, but I remember," he said with a smirk. "I remember you coming to me in our adolescence begging me to lie with you."
She was crying, sobbing wetly and disgustingly. She had her head between her knees, looking down at the floor. She was trying to minimize her presence. She felt such shame crying and breaking from all the bullying.
"You're not ugly," he said. "They're foolish swines, the lot of them."
"Show me," she said, lifting her head with a look of determination and pain
"What?"
"Lie with me," she said.
His face turned red instantly, and he began to splutter his words. It was clear no one asked him before. Women and girls on Asgard tended to be chased and pursued. They usually didn't outright ask someone they were interested in to sleep with them. They had to pretend to be not into it until the man feels as if he's worked hard to conquer her. Not to mention, his brother usually stole all the attention from everyone given he's the first born and fit the cultural desires to a t. She assumed Loki was a virgin as well because of it. They were in their adolescence as well. It wasn't a bad assumption.
"Are you… jesting?" he said incredulously.
She didn't bother to answer, just stood and walked over to him. His face was incredibly flush, and he was fidgeting considerably.
When she brushed her lips against his, he shivered. Their mouths parted against each other, a slow, slick deepening that grew hotter and sweeter as the minutes passed. They scarcely ever paused for air; her lungs burned from a lack of oxygen, but she ignored them. There was a quiet fire building within her, making her flush with heat, the friction of her clothing against his skin becoming unbearable. She squirmed, and every needy, cut-off sound she uttered inspired a corresponding groan from him.
She grabbed his shirt, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her. His weight was above her, pressing their hips together. God, it was so good, so right, and she was so—
She moaned in frustration when he stopped her, seizing her wrists and pinning them to the bed.
"No," his voice was deep with arousal, sounding as if he was trying to muster some resolve. "Freyja, you know we shouldn't."
"But that's why you want this, right?" she breathed with a smirk. "We're friends. We don't know who I'm going to marry, so it's wrong."
She didn't understand what came over her given she wasn't experienced in this whatsoever, but Loki was one of the people she felt comfortable being herself around. Nonetheless, she licked his lips with a swipe of her tongue. The reaction was immediate, giving her exactly what she desired from her actions and words, and he kissed her again passionately. Maybe, there was something to her being deemed a goddess of love, sex, and magic. Not beauty though, she didn't understand that one.
Before she knew it, they were both bare. They were sitting across from one another, and she couldn't help but look at him in his naked entirety. He was pale all throughout, smooth, and thin with lean muscles. Her eyes came down to course, black public hair and to, well…. She never saw an erect cock in person. It fit the rest of his body: lean and smooth. His size wasn't intimidating nor was it disappointing.
She crawled forward, climbing into his lap slowly. She looked at his face, wondering if this was okay. He didn't say a word, just looked at her with surprise and desire. One of her hands grasped his shoulders, and her other hand headed towards his erection. She looked at him to see if he would change his mind as her fingers wrapped around the shaft. It was warm and pulsing, and she could see the relaxation on his face. It seemed he was fine with it.
He worked up the courage as well given his fingers wandered to her wet folds. She bit her lip to keep her gasp in at the touch of a bundle of nerves. She tried her best to keep in her sounds as their foreheads pressed together. She could hear the soft sounds too as the intensity and pleasure started building.
"I'm close," he told her, voice hitching.
She let go of his cock and looked him in the eyes. She wished to alleviate the tension.
"Already?" she teased.
"Shut up."
He grasped her hips and lifted her easily, causing her to gasp softly. She felt the tip against her dripping entrance. She looked at him curiously feeling the anticipation. She nodded her head in permission as they both lowered her down onto his awaiting cock. She shuddered softly. If she weren't so wet, this would've been painful. Though, she did have to shift her hips a few times to get the right angle to avoid discomfort. It felt invasive, but that couldn't be helped.
They both gasped when he bottomed out. They were at eye level for the first time. He'd always been tall and lanky. She wasn't. She was short and shaped like a brick. She really hated her—
He rolled his hips up against hers, pulling her out of her spiral of self-hatred. It was odd. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't that pleasurable either. It felt better when he was rubbing what she assumed was her clit. Was this it? This was unbelievably disappointing. This was what her domain as a goddess ruled over? If so, this was profoundly disappointing. She wished it was over already.
He seemed to pick up on her passivity because he grasped the back of her knees and pushed her onto her back. She gasped. He was still inside her despite the change in position where he was leaning over her somewhat. She watched him curiously as one of his hands disappeared between her legs, finding her clit once more before thrusting into her once again. It knocked the breath out of her, and she didn't think she'd get it back. The new angle and the stroking against her clit left were far better. Again tonight, she had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand to keep in her embarrassing sounds.
He grasped her hand and removed it from her mouth.
She gasped and said, "Lo—"
He kissed her again tonight. It was far more desperate than the last time. Their tongues slid together sloppily. It could hardly be called a kiss. She grasped his hair tightly at the roots, and he groaned loudly. Everything was becoming more erratic and desperate between them as the pleasure kept building and building between them. His tongue and hips were thrusting harder and harder into her. His fingers were rubbing hard between her legs. She squirmed, holding tightly to him with her whole body as the feeling crept and crept until—
"Aaahh!" she shouted softly, biting into his lip by accident.
Pleasure erupted throughout as her entire body locked and shuddered underneath him. She hadn't felt anything like it. Is what it felt like to orgasm like she was on cloud nine? Her brain was completely blank for several moments, just basking in a soft, white noise of bliss. Gentle tremors racked her body still as she laid boneless on the bed. Vaguely, she felt him cum inside her as well and collapse next to her.
"Where… where did you learn that?" she whispered softly.
She didn't think he would hold any knowledge about female pleasure. Most boys his age didn't know or care quite frankly. And, if she was honest, she didn't know everything about it either. She just knew about the clit from her anatomy classes. No one told her on Asgard during her 'education' that it was essentially a pleasure button. It would be nice to know before this.
"If you're clever enough, you can sneak into the adult section of the grand library," he said with a pleased smirk.
She smiled with a small, pleased giggle, closing her eyes.
She remembered as well. She didn't regret it, but she didn't appreciate him throwing it in her face as if that's a reason why she shouldn't be upset and disgusted with him as if they were both behaving appropriately. No, when she was stranded on Earth, she helped people and brought them entertainment. Loki, on the other hand, is going to bring war. She had a few things to set straight.
"I did not beg ," she said pointedly. "I asked once, and you agreed. And last I checked, I have your virginity as well."
He smirked with a twinkle in his blue eyes. She knew that look. He wasn't a trickster god for nothing. He was planning or withholding something. She didn't know what. It wasn't new information, and she didn't reveal anything vulnerable. What was he up to?
"I know you and that look," she said. "What are you plotting?"
"Many things," he said cheekily.
"Loki," she said, disappointment and tiredness in her tone instead of anger that she usually carried in her chest.
"Boss, we're here."
They turned their heads towards the voice. Then, Loki grabbed her by her arms. She immediately began to thrash in his hold, but nonetheless he threw her over his shoulder like she was his war prize. That's what he probably assumed she was.
"I expected this kind of behavior from your brother," she grumbled.
He chuckled softly.
When he put her down, she noticed immediately through the window that they were in New York City. He truly did wish to enrage her and get under her skin. He took it to her city. It was as if he was mocking her, taunting her. And he succeeded because she was indeed angry about it. She didn't even realize how much Manhattan grew on her until she was faced with its possible destruction. The people were memorable and sometimes hilarious. She got to be around them for a year. How would they not grow on her?
"You truly are quite petty," she said.
"It's one of my best features," he smirked playfully at her.
She wiggled uncomfortably on the sofa. She had to get out of this somehow. They were clearly enchanted given every spell and counter spell she tried under her breath weren't working. Just as she was about to give up on the attempt, she found the knot. She schooled her elation, so she wouldn't be discovered.
"… Freyja… has been spotted…" she looked over to the TV on the other side of the expansive room, "… identified as a superhero… perhaps, she'll… help…"
"You've truly gotten them to worship you," he said.
She could see cracks in his façade once more as the TV was turned off by one of his lackies. It was a dream of his, wasn't it? To be greatly admired? He did come to Earth to conquer it and with that he would demand admiration. She could understand and relate when she was hideous and tried too hard. Now, deemed an aloof and beautiful person, everyone suddenly cared. Nothing changed in her personality except self-hatred and longing for… well, she didn't wish to delve into that. But the point was it was superficial. The mortals desiring her to protect them was more a burden than a blessing. She didn't want to feel responsible for them, considering how fragile and short their lives were, yet those were the reasons she should feel responsible for them.
"It's shallow and childish, but they don't deserve the fate you're going to bring upon them," she shot back.
"I would give them direction. I would make their short, pathetic lives worth living for," he said, stepping closer.
"Believing yourself better just alienates you," she said. "Trust me, I know."
He chuckled with that playful, cocky smirk that never failed to stir something inside her. She furiously began to undo the knot as best she could given the circumstances.
"Oh, you won't be alienated with me around, love," he said.
"Have I ever let you know how unbelievably annoying your obsession with me is? You couldn't just let me go? Let all of it go?"
"Could you ?" he threw back with anger.
"I did. I let my one close friend here on Midgard go back to Asgard, his home," she said, feeling the sadness flare up once more. "I may never see him again, but I gave him the opportunity to leave. I let him go, let him choose ."
She kept fiddling with the knot on the rope, almost having it, despite the tears beginning to form in her eyes. Baldur is still a fresh wound. He was another person who either left her, or she pushed away. Either way, he was no longer in her life, and it hurt. Loki, on the other hand, was trying to force her to be something he wanted, something he felt he deserved.
"Aren't you so perfect ?" he sneered.
There it was. There was that resentment he held for what happened last year. He was angry she didn't return his views, methods of changing things, and being his girlfriend/property. He wanted her to be like him: vengeful, vindictive, and more importantly his . Tough shit, she rejected all of that .
"Hardly," she said. "Just a good friend."
The immediate anger in his face let her know she rubbed salt right in the wound. He crossed the short distance between them and grasped her face. She didn't once break eye contact with him, showing she was unintimidated.
"I am a good friend," he insisted. "You have no idea the sacrifices I've made to get—"
The rope snapped free, and she immediately pushed him back by his chest. He stumbled backwards, and it gave her the opportunity to untie her legs in quick fashion.
"Don't play with me," she said, standing.
He chuckled, standing. He picked up his scepter, and she raised her hand filled with fire in warning.
"All we've ever done is play."
She couldn't help the smirk of amusement. It was rather true between them. The only things that seemed to change was the setting, scale, and who paid the consequences. But this time it wasn't just them.
"This time we're not the only players in this game," she said. "Not only have you managed to piss me off, but your brother, a man in a high tech murder suit, a giant green rage beast, and two master assassins. I'm not liking your odds this time around."
"That was the plan."
"Terrible plan," she said, eyeing him incredulously. "Because when they come, they're gunning for you."
"You have so much faith in such fickle creatures," he said, undeterred.
He was inching towards her. She raised her hand higher in warning. He hesitated, taking her threat seriously.
"I have faith you angered them that badly, not excluding me, of course, because I feel that way too," she said.
"Stalling me won't do anything, Freyja," he said. "The chitauri will come and win me the Earth."
"There is no throne. There's no way you're going to win this. I won last time," she said with a smirk. "Now, with the Avengers, I'll win again."
She could see the quiet rage as he closed the distance between them. He was like a snake, precise, calculating, and quick. Before she was about to strike, something interrupted them. A large beam of blue light erupted and created a hole in the sky from what she could see from the window. It shocked and distracted her so much that he was the one to strike.
She gasped loudly when his free hand wound both her hands back behind her. Her back was pressed against his chest. Her breathing started to elevate as panic and anxiety crept in. She knew what that scepter was capable of. She didn't want to be controlled. She valued her autonomy, gods dammit!
He walked forward. She followed despite thrashing and protesting against it. He just told her to hush and chuckled against her ear and neck. They were along the platform, and she could now effectively see just how many alien soldiers were now invading the city she called home for a year. The people ran in terror, escaping their vehicles and running to find safety and cover.
"If I wanted to, I could make you willing to rule at my side," he said, raising his scepter.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare," she hissed.
"Ooh, have I frightened y—"
"Loki!"
She instantly recognized that deep, baritone of an angry voice. It gave her the opening to stand on her tiptoes and throw the back of her head against his face. Loki was stunned, and she had the opportunity to break free and push him away.
"Freyja, are you alright?" Thor asked.
"I'm fine."
"You always have to interrupt!" Loki roared.
He raised his scepter and dove down to Thor, poised to kill. The thunder god countered his strike with his hammer. It was just like when they were children. However, she was usually a target of Thor's xenophobic wrath and getting her ass beat, but now she was taking on her friend Loki because of his crimes against her and Earth alike.
When Loki shot energy from that scepter, she redirected it with a wordless spell. It crashed against a different sky scraper. He gave her a sneer to which she returned with a smirk. He was about to strike, but Thor grabbed her with his free arm and yanked her out of the way before she counter it. His hammer collided with the scepter.
She was pressed to Thor's side, so she immediately rectified it. She slapped his hand away and backed away. She was going to hit Loki directly, but he left an illusion behind and grabbed her by her by the collar of her armor. Thor fell forward, going through the illusion left behind.
"Let her go, Loki," Thor growled, recovering.
Her hand filled with fire as she said, "I can handle it, Thor."
Loki chuckled darkly. "Oh, this is rich. You're pretending to be a gentleman because you truly believe she'll lie with you," he taunted.
"Loki," Thor warned, glaring heavily.
She looked back and forth between them, bracing for whatever Loki had to say or do. He was known for his silver tongue. He never disappointed in that regard.
"Do you want to know why she cares for me so much, brother?"
Oh no. No, he wouldn't, would he?
"We were each other's firsts," he said.
She didn't even look over. The goddess could just feel the rage from the thunder god. He was already angry from Loki dropping him from the sky, killing Coulson, and kidnapping her. Now, Loki just told him that she and the trickster slept together. It was salt in the wound.
Thor charged him like an enraged bull. She was knocked away. She watched as he began to pummel his younger brother. Despite the overwhelming blows, she could see the satisfaction on Loki's face. He knew he hurt his older brother more than those fist could ever hurt him.
Thor picked up Loki and threw him down on the ground in a hard slam. Loki rolled away, and she saw him land on a flying machine belonging to the alien army to take off.
It was tense being alone with him with that information out there in the open. She could feel his eyes on her. She could feel his pain and upset from here. It was why she didn't wish to tell him. Just two years ago, she would've been thrilled to see Thor in pain like that, but she's let go of her contempt for her own sake. So now, she felt twinges of guilt and mostly awkwardness. There wasn't any satisfaction. Loki, however, was probably quite satisfied, of course.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" he asked, mostly even, but she could hear the upset.
"No," she said simply. "I knew you'd be hurt, and you aren't my lover. My sexual history is none of your business even if you are interested in me for whatever reason I don't understand."
She didn't understand why he was interested in her. She wasn't kind to him nor was she mean at this point. She would say she was pretty even handed to him considering their history. However, beyond sex, she didn't understand why he was trying so hard to impress her. He would give up sooner or later. She was sure of it. She wasn't giving him an inch nor toying with him. She was not playing hard to get either. Very clearly, she was demonstrating she was not interested in him. Now, the question was: would she be friends with him? She didn't see how. He was, well, wildly different from her. He was arrogant (granted less so now), felt himself superior due to him being an Asgardian given how he insulted the humans in that room, loved himself, and was very brash. She, on the other hand, was bitter; hated herself, her life; and was fiercely independent. The only thing they had in common was that they both didn't put up with other people's shit. That was it. It wasn't just personality though. No, he was a prince in a kingdom she hated, and she was what he would deem a peasant on Vanaheim. He was a warrior, using brutal force to take down his enemies. She was a sorceress who loved reading, not fighting. She didn't understand what they would do during their free time together. If she went into the differences between newt and salamander eyes for potions, he would instantly be put to sleep. She wasn't against being friends, but she didn't see how it would work.
"Do you… do you still want him?" he asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.
For that comment, she looked him in his sad blue eyes, so he would understand. It was painful to look him in the eyes, but he needed to know. He needed to drop this, drop the jealousy.
"No," she said. "Not like that."
"Would you—"
"Thor, I'm trying to be kind to you, so you can imagine how difficult this is for me. But, I really don't wish to discuss right now. It's personal and embarrassing for me, and there are more important things going on."
She gestured to the chitauri below, reeking havoc on the city. She'd much rather focus on that. Please, gods, anything other than this.
"Fine, I wouldn't mind killing those creatures right about now," he said tersely, brandishing Mjölnir with obvious ire.
"I'll see you there."
Clapping her hands together, she teleported. Rogers, Barton, and Romanoff were there on the ground next to the burning cars and broken infrastructure. They all nodded in acknowledgment.
"So, you're fine," Rogers said, sounding somewhat relieved and surprised. "What's the story with the cube?"
"Impenetrable," she answered. "Our best bet is to focus on getting rid of these things before they spread."
In moments, Thor landed beside her. He still looked hurt, granted anger was now the dominant emotion in response to her having slept with his brother when they were teens. She really wished he didn't know that information. It wasn't his business, but Loki just had to make it his business.
"How do we do this?" Romanoff asked.
"As a team," Rogers said.
"I have unfinished business with Loki," Thor said with a growl.
"Get in line," Barton and her said in unison.
They exchanged a look for that.
"Save it," Rogers said. "We have Stark in the air. He's going to need us to—"
Suddenly, they heard a motorcycle rolling down the street with its loud engine making its presence known. They all turned and faced the source. It was actually Banner on the Harley to meet up and help them protect the city.
"So… this is all horrible," he said as an ice breaker.
She couldn't help herself and said, "No shit."
They all gave her a look for that, and she didn't show an ounce of shame. For the past year, she's enjoyed the privilege of freely speaking her mind. She wasn't going to start censoring herself now.
"I'm sorry," Banner said to both her and Romanoff.
"I've already forgotten about it," Freyja said dismissively with a wave of her hand.
"No hard feelings," Romanoff said with a small smirk. "We could actually use your, um, friend's help."
Suddenly, Iron Man came flying through the sky, and what was tailing him was a behemoth of an armored space monster. Its movements and appearance reminded her of a giant whale. She braced for the incoming monster, planning to teleport.
"I'm bringing the party to you," Stark said.
"I-I don't see how that's a party," Romanoff said.
She saw the bloodlust in Thor's eyes as everyone braced for the incoming monster wearily except for Banner. He walked forward undeterred.
"Dr. Banner, now may be a good time for you to get angry," Rogers said while walking forward.
Banner stopped just as the cybernetic alien whale was barreling closer and closer. He turned to them.
"That's my secret, Cap," he said. "I'm always angry."
His skin began to slowly engulf in green as his size grew immensely. His shirt ripped from his massive chest and fell to the ground carelessly. She watched in fascination as he stopped that humongous alien with his fist. Of course, the back end flipped over the Hulk. It was heading straight towards them.
She conjured her invisible shield with quick hands. She crouched as well and covered her eyes. She hoped that her shield would hold. She heard rockets or loud weapons explode and the monster howl. She chanced a look to see the monster turn to ash.
She stood tall, dispelling the shield as her new teammates stood by one another in a poorly formed circle. They were looking around at the chitauri attempting to close in on them. One hand filled with lightning and the other filled with fire in warning and preparation.
"Alright, call it, Cap," Stark said.
"Listen, until the portal is closed, our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof: call out patterns and strays. Stark, you've got the parameter."
Barton looked at Stark and said, "Wanna give me a lift?"
"Alright, come on, Katniss," Stark said, grabbing him and lifting him away.
"Thor, you need to bottle neck that portal. You've got the lightning. Light the bastards up."
Off Thor went after he swung his hammer in the air.
"Freyja, you can teleport. When it gets to be too much anywhere, deal with them."
She nodded and clapped her hands together. She was gone, ready to deal with the chitauri Loki threatened them with.