AN: I haven't written in YEARS my dudes. This story will most definitely evolve as I write it. I have very morally grey plans for these two. Have an initial meeting. Leave me love notes cause love feeds me.
For years Anya had been on her own. It was best that way. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as soon as she thought the cliche. Her long, chocolate colored hair hung down her back in her natural waves. In the bar it almost felt stifling. As long as she'd been on Earth, friends weren't something she lacked and actively avoiding situations that would out her secrets was a daily occurrence. No need to keep up with the dramatics when the audience is her own head.
Truth is, Asgard got boring fast. Something about the hierarchy and pomp of it all made her gag at the memory. She was far removed from actual court life, having been born common as they come when you come from a god-like race. At least compared to the people of earth that she chose to live among for the last 10 years. Life had been too monotonous when everyone pretended to be perfect. At least on this planet the beings understood being flawed and often paraded them around as if they were a reason for pride.
Having to act human was just one of the little things she'd had to adapt about herself as to go undetected. It was harder when the Avengers came into the worlds stage. At that point people started looking to their neighbors for some kind of hidden talent, an alien living among them. How right they were. Ever since beings from another planet started showing up the petite brunette had to try even harder to blend then she already had for a decade. Everything took a second thought to make sure she didn't get caught slipping in front of anyone.
For the most part, Anya had nothing to worry about. Asgardian customs weren't anything she held fast to in the first place. Being a human was more fun anyhow. She could go out for a drink and dance without worrying about potential matches eyeing her and judging her future worth off one night.
On such nights where she felt the desire to escape from her own mind, she would visit a bar about a block from her apartment for a drink.
Tonight she hadn't even changed from her work clothes, finding she'd been too mentally drained to worry about getting pretty for anyone. Her black slacks and royal blue button down were versatile enough to combat any complaints. It definitely did nothing to curb the bartender's interest in her. The blonde male studied her from over the bar like he did whenever else she popped in for a drink. His eyes always looking at her hungrily like he thought she had something to offer him.
She didn't.
Anya had no time for human men who bided their time. If a man couldn't waltz up to her and state his interest then what was the point. Although that may be something in her DNA, seeing as how men back on her planet were bold as the day is long. Call it the one thing she missed about her home.
Two more whiskey sours and she was finally feeling the effects of the alcohol, her foot swaying just over the ground. She continued to pretend that she didn't see the bartender eyeing her up when her eyes found a pair of ice blue eyeballs staring from across the room. Those would be hard to miss even if she were blind. Those eyes, the bowed lips curled up mischievously at the ends, the black hair that was a smidge long for her liking. It would have been impossible to miss the prince. But what on Midgard was Loki, literal God of mischief, doing on this planet?
Better question, why would he be walking her way across the room with a smirk in place on his lips? He couldn't know that she was from the same planet as him. Or the fact that she immediately knew he was a prince. Anya groaned, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip anxiously. "Fuck me this can't be good." She groaned, steeling herself for his approach.
Nails painted black tapped nervously along the rim of her glass as millions of scenarios ran through Anya's mind, trying to figure any kind of reasoning that would explain Loki, God of mischief and prince of Asgard, strutting across a Midgardian bar toward her. Logic was increasingly failing her as nothing was making sense. Although she did have to admit that the years had been good to him. Loki's black hair was longer than she'd last seen, his skin graced with a bit more color which let her know he'd been on the planet for more than just a quick pop in.
Interesting. She wondered if maybe he'd come to keep tabs on his brother, golden boy Thor. The God of thunder had made his debut on the planet and soon after been ushered into the Avengers. Even if the allfather himself had ordered Loki here to play babysitter, his reputation was more than enough to let her know that following orders blindly just wasn't his style.
The whole time her brain was rearranging itself trying to make sense of the situation, it hadn't stopped Loki from crossing to join her at her table. He didn't have a drink with him and a quick glance back at the table he'd come from showed that he hadn't had one there either. Why on Earth was he hanging around at a bar if he wasn't even going to have a drink? What a waste.
"I couldn't help but notice your glancing at me. Clearly you were looking for and have found the most worthy male in this establishment."
It was enough to almost make the grown woman giggle. If she hadn't known better, his words may have been discounted to liquor but she knew all too well that even if he had imbibed, Earth's alcohol had nothing on Asgard. Loki's words instead were the disjointed mess of someone who was still familiarizing himself with functioning on a new planet. Anya couldn't help the way her lips pulls up in the corner, her own secret knowledge. "Is that so? Maybe I was just looking around and happened to notice you staring at me. If you hadn't noticed, men around here are a dime a dozen." She tilted her glass in his direction before bringing it to her lips for a sip. Anything to busy some part of her.
Loki's pride wasn't going to take a hit so easily. The god ducked his head and laughed. Her glass was placed back on the tabletop with a soft click and she took a breath before allowing herself to look back up at his face. Gods if she didn't understand why the girls back home all fawned over those eyes.
"Regardless," Chaos himself shrugged as if the statement of truth were inconsequential to his purpose. "I can assure you without a shadow of a doubt that I am the most interesting being in this place. Look all you want but any other decision would be unwise." A perfectly manicured eyebrow popped up at his choice of words. She wasn't sure if he was being concise or misusing the English but either way she found it amusing. What harm could come from flirting with a prince?
Anya felt her 5 foot 3 form lean in completely of its own doing. In no way would she ever confess to it being out of pure interest. "So really you're just looking out for my interest then. Is that it, tall-dark-and spooky?" The way he laughed at the moniker pulled one from herself. At all costs she had to avoid admitting to knowing who he was. If she did then the whole ruse was up. He would know that she wasn't some random woman from Midgard that he was trying to pick up. We couldn't have that.
"Exactly that. If you were to end up having a subpar night and I knew there was something I could have done, it would be devastating to my honor."
Anya quickly covered a chuckle with a cough in hopes that he didn't notice. Her immediate response would have been to ask him of what honor he was speaking but again that would give her away and this was becoming entirely too much fun.
Loki's eyes flashed and for an instant a scene of her being pressed to a wall, his lips on her neck, hands wandering, flashed across her minds eye. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it was her own doing but the way the god waited in anticipation screamed that it was his doing. There was talk of the things he could do with his powers, whispers of the visions he could press into others' minds that could be taken as their own thoughts. Too bad for him she wasn't a silly human.
To keep from harming his fragile ego, she allowed her breathing to hitch, eyes widened as she reacted how she figured he'd be looking for.
Bingo. His smile slowly slid into a smirk, the god knowing his tricks had hit home.
As the midgardians said, this was like stabbing fish in a barrel. The blade strapped to her thigh making the situation even funnier to her. Oh she would be taking him home with her. If he enjoyed this game then she would be free to have her own, guilt-free.
"I think that would make you my hero. One that I should properly thank." Anya's hand came to rest on his forearm, noticing not that his skin held warmth but a slight chill. Her analytical brain wanted more. She internally scoffed, yes. That was exactly why she was going through with this. Science.
Loki let his eyes dance over the woman once again, probably taking stock of what he imagined the night would be like. If she were human she imagined it would be rather clinical. Too bad she was in for a little mischief of her own.
Not one to be known for her patience, she leaned in with a coy smile forced to her red stained lips. "I'm Anya. Before I invite you to my place, would you mind giving me your name? I'd hate to have to keep coming up with nicknames all night, stretch."
"People call me Loki." So he was going to try to play it off as a nickname instead of reality. Interesting choice.
"Like the mythical God of mischief? You must be pretty bad for people to name you after him."
He stood straight from his place leaning at the table to move closer to her, offering a hand. "You have no idea."
Anya gave a smirk of her own, hopping from the stool and giving him her hand so he could think he was getting his way. Too bad she wasn't as fragile as he probably anticipated her to be.
What an odd sensation it was to be holding hands with the prince. Back on Asgard, Anya's life was so far removed from royalty that she'd learned all she knew from the overly-active gossip mill. What it all amounted to could be summed up fairly quickly. Frigga was a saint, Odin loved to antagonize his children, Thor liked to party, and Loki could never pass up a beautiful woman. That much was amusing beyond belief as she was now the one leading said chaotic prince out of the bar and into the street.
She was sure that Loki believed he had the upper hand and it was going to stay that way as far as she was concerned. The night air made it much easier to breathe. Even though there wasn't a chill in the air, she found herself leaning into Loki's much taller frame. He easily dwarfed her small figure as he was almost an entire foot taller than her. The situation would be comical if he wasn't smirking at her that way.
"Do you live close then? I'm sure we could find somewhere advantageous if not." Anya dug in her heels causing him to stop walking as soon as their arms stretched taught between them. Loki looked back at her over his shoulder, a curious look on his face. "I really hope you don't mean to ravage me in some dark alley. Around here, mister, we call that indecent exposure. I'm not entirely fond of a potential criminal record." Whether he actually knew what that meant or not, she didn't really care. Two slow steps forward brought her near flush with his body. Something in her craved the closeness, relaxing slightly as his free hand came up to ghost fingers along her bare upper arm. She forced herself to remember that she was going to be the one in charge.
He leaned forward, breath dancing on her cheeks as he chuckled softly at her words or body's response, she wasn't sure. "Oh darling, don't tempt me." Did he think that was some kind of threat? The knife hidden on her person would suggest otherwise. Anya reached up to cup the side of his face, eyes pinning his own to make sure he heard what she was saying. "Keep it up and you won't make it as far as my front door. I'll leave you here to get into trouble with," she paused to tilt her head back, her lips just barely moving on his as she moved them to speak. "yourself."
She'd succeeded in momentarily dazing him, something that bought her enough silence to lead him like a lost puppy the final block to her place. The keys to the apartment were in the lock by the time the male could make heads or tails of anything again but once he did, hands found her waist and turned her so her back was pressed against the wood. "If you want in here I'm going to have to finish unlocking the door." Her voice came out teasing and soft. He was as good as hers and she knew it. What normal human woman could say they had a literal god right where they wanted him?
A growl tore through the minimal space between their bodies and the brunette was surprised to find out Loki seemed to be losing his patience with her games. One hand braced on the door next to her head, long fingers digging into the wood as if he couldn't help but react to the sexual tension between the two of them. Even the pixie of a woman had a hard time denying that there was something strong between them. It wasn't anything consequential. Pure, sexual desire. One person finding another who they find attractive and acting upon those pulls. Her fingers clenched his shirt, tugging him as close as she could. How far could she push him? How much would it take to make him admit to being not of this world?
When it became clear that he wasn't going to respond, Anya smirked and turned in his arms to finish unlocking the door, making sure to press her backside into the prince for extra measure. The action was rewarded with a groan coming from the male that couldn't be disguised as anything but pure want. "I have nosy neighbors. Move your ass." The door gave way causing the pair to stumble slightly into the darkened entry way of her apartment. The space was wide open, stemming from her lack of desire to spend any time decorating the place. All the easier now for her to navigate in the dark whilst distracted. The front door closed and he wasted no time, he charged forward and scooped her up into his surprisingly strong arms. For someone who looked so lanky there was a definition to him that could only be felt. "Fuck." Anya groaned, knowing that she was teetering on the edge of losing this battle of who was in control.
In a desperate move to regain some semblance of it, she leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. There hadn't been a single man that she'd taken to bed here on midgard that had brought out this madness in her. Anya chalked it up to physical contact with someone from her own planet. God or not, he was the first man she'd entertained that wasn't a resident of Midgard. She'd laugh at the situation if she could think straight enough. Loki delved into the kiss, teeth pulling at her bottom lip just shy of drawing blood. Oh what this god would do if he knew you weren't as breakable as he assumed. "Darling, I'm going to ruin you."
The problem was, she was starting to think that he might be right, one night stand or not.
Loki walked them back until she felt the wall solidify at her back. The pressure grew as he pressed her further into it, his body flush with her own and very telling of just how much he enjoyed her body. Anya let out a sigh as his lips trailed from her own bruised ones to her neck, making sure to bite down when he reached the soft flesh. Every move this man made was dizzying. The chances of making it out unscathed were slim to none. Her hand moved up, fingers finding their way into his lush black hair, tugging his head back so that she could see his eyes once more.
"You really are trouble." Her words hung between them for only a moment before she found the absence of his lips to be appalling. Something had to be done. Instead of the usual heat associated with someone's hands and lips on her body, there was a cool sensation that followed him where he touched. It had to be something to do with his origins but Anya was finding it hard for her curious brain to concentrate when he used the moment to tilt his hips back up to hers, pressing a very impressive length against her apex. A moan pulled from her lips for him. "What in helheim is this?"
The question seems to tumble through her fogged brain long enough for her to realize he had found her hidden blade held in place on her thigh. It was probably weird for a human to carry a dagger on their person when they go out to a bar. She sucked in a much needed breath and leaned her head back against the wall. Control. She had to remember that this game was hers and that she needed to keep her wits about her. "Protection. You've never met a girl who knows how to take care of herself before?" A confused look flashes across the face of the god, lasting only a minute before schooling into a lazy, more self satisfied one. So he wasn't going to dwell on her knife. Interesting. Maybe he did indeed believe that women of this planet walked about with blades strapped to their thighs. Maybe he just didn't care enough to take his hands away from her when he was so close to getting exactly what he'd wanted in the first place.
Either way, Anya slipped her legs from around him, letting her feet hit the ground but he kept her body framed with his own against the wall. He wasn't going to let her go that easily but if things were going to progress the way she intended, the knife needed to disappear. An involuntary smile slid onto her lips as she internally thought what a shame it would be if she were to have to get stabby with a prince of gods. There was some majorly bad karma in there somewhere. She laughed softly at her unspoken humor and grabbed the front of his shirt with her fist.
"Your smirk is absolutely infuriating. Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?" She was through playing games. If she were going to use Loki for his body then they needed to stop talking before she grew a conscience.