At one time, she had thought it was her destiny to rule. When her attempt to rule Asgard failed, she had set her eyes on Midgard and accepted the Mad Titan's offer of Midgard for the rest of the universe. It was only later that she had remembered her words to Thor: "I never wanted to rule. I wanted only to be your equal."

Those words were true, in a way. Loki didn't want to rule a world or a kingdom. She didn't want Asgard, Midgard, Jotunheim, or anywhere else.

Instead of a place, she had found a person to rule. Loki hadn't realized that had been what she was looking for, not until the very moment she first laid eyes on her Pet, who even now was dumping her car keys on the counter. Her Pet looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet, as the mortals liked to put it.

She mentally grumbled to herself. That was her job.

There was soot streaking both of Tracy's cheeks. Her hair was a tangled mess, half fallen out of the braid she'd had it in. Her jeans and shirt were ripped up and covered in ash.

Loki knew she had been doing something with Strange tonight, and had decided to wait up for her even though Tracy insisted she not do so. Her Pet really should know better by now than to try to give her orders. Looking at Tracy now, Loki decided she made the correct decision staying up.

"Zombie. Pomeranians. Who the fuck makes zombie Pomeranians?!"

Loki didn't know the answer to that question and was quite certain she didn't want to. "You and Strange were out chasing zombie dogs?"

"Pomeranians are not dogs. They're ankle biting yappy rats."

Despite loving animals, her Pet was not a dog person, and that went triple for small dogs. Although most of Tracy's ire was directed towards the owners who treated said dogs like surrogate babies and had no respect for how much damage even a little a dog could do when untrained and spoiled.

"And we didn't do anything. Stephen went after the wannabe necromancer to have a chat. I was the one who had to round up the zombified ankle biters and put them down." She slid her boots off, the leather sporting tiny teeth marks to the very top of the boots, which reached Tracy's knees.

Loki didn't laugh. Despite the fact that the mental image of her Pet chasing after the adorable fluffy yapping flesh eaters was an amusing one, Loki reminded herself sternly that necromancy was serious and shutting a nascent necromancer down while they only possessed enough power to raise dogs was a good endeavor. She had a feeling Tracy wouldn't be ready to look back on this and laugh for a decade or two anyway.

One thing was for sure. She was riled up. Loki knew how to wind her down.

She set her book aside and stood up. "Time to clean up," Loki told her wife firmly. "Then we are going to put on that television program you introduced me to last night so you will relax enough to fall asleep."

"I'm f-"

Loki fixed her Pet with a look. Just a look. She had found that no matter which form she wore, masculine or feminine presenting, that look was enough to shut her wife up. It worked this time as well. Tracy's mouth shut with a snap. "Alright."

"Alright what?"

Tracy swallowed hard when she realized it was going to be one of those nights. "Alright, Miss."

It wasn't often that Loki made her address her by any sort of honorific, but she had found that every so often Tracy needed just a little more help getting into a submissive mindset than usual. And a submissive mindset would make it easier for her to relax and let go. "You may precede me into the bathing chamber."

"Yes Miss, thank you," Tracy turned and walked down the hall.

Loki didn't rush to follow her wife, making it to the door of the bathroom just as the water turned on. With a flick of her wrist, Tracy's ruined clothing vanished. Then she opened the glass door and slipped into the shower after making her own garments melt away. The shower was huge, with multiple showerheads and even benches. It was big enough for multiple people to shower together if they wanted, but Loki was only interested in showering with the woman who was standing under the spray.

She grabbed the shampoo before her Pet could touch it and commanded her to stay still with a touch on her shoulder. With gentle, practiced motions she worked the shampoo into that luxurious fall of hair the color of polished mahogany, the tresses that her Pet complained endlessly about but that Loki loved. She allowed Tracy to wash her face and the front of her body while working the conditioner in before she grabbed the cloth and went to work on her now-purring submissive.

Her Pet started to reach for her when she had her turn around to rinse out her hair under the water, but Loki wouldn't let her. Tracy had started to become more confident about being intimate with her when she was in her femme form, but Loki wasn't after sex tonight. She sensed through their bond that Tracy really wasn't in the mood either.

She grasped the hair at the back of Tracy's head and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "This is not about sex, Pet. This is about reminding you that I have the right and privilege of taking care of you. This is about reminding you that I rule you," she curled her fingers in Tracy's hair tighter to emphasize her point, "And that all you need do is let go and find freedom in your submission to me."

Her Pet tried to lean in, to hide her eyes against her shoulders, but Loki was not having that. She made Tracy look her in the eye with another light tug on her hair. "Thank you, Miss," Tracy whispered.

She dried her treasure off, pausing to let her say "Thank you, Miss" after having done so, allowed her to put on some comfortable clothes, and then directed her to sit on the floor at her feet when she took her seat on the sofa. Loki had her Pet turn on Netflix and put on the program while combing out her hair.

When Loki invited her to join her on the sofa an hour later, her Pet responded with "Yes, Miss, thank you, Miss." Loki wrapped her arms around her treasure while they cuddled.

Loki was the Queen over one person, and that person was happy and loved her. She wanted nothing else.