Loki let the hot water pour over him, washing off the stench of this horrible day. He rubbed his neck, trying to relieve the tension that had settled there. The sight of his mother's face, her body lying on the floor, lifeless, when she'd been the most life filled person he'd ever met. And it had been him. His fault that his mother was dead. The image had rocked him to his core.
Despite their complicated relationship, there was no one in this world that he loved more.
Curse this horrible place for showing him. Curse it to Hel for stealing away his solace in his own magnificence.
He turned off the water, and snatched the towel from the hook, drying himself. He got down to his bits, and a wave of frustration washed over him, hotter than the water he'd just climbed out of. That girl, coming here with her odd proposal. She'd used him. That wasn't so bad, people used each other all the time, it was the way of the world.
It was that he'd had the best orgasm of his life, and all she'd been able to say was that the experience was "Pleasant".
The question now, was why? Why had that been the best orgasm of his life? She was beautiful, that was true. That white, blonde hair, so striking, making her big brown, almost cartoon like eyes soft and imploring in contrast. The skin that he got to touch was the softest he'd ever felt. Her little noises she made at his thrusts, cut down deep into his soul. Her smell reminded him of home. Sweet wild roses. Almost like the fields he and Thor used to run through as children. A welcome juxtaposition to the faint cigarette smoke and stale air that seemed to permeate this place. Her deep parts, so incredibly tight and hot. Sure, it wasn't a glorious romp, full of flesh and hedonism, but he'd been proud of his work nonetheless. He knew she'd enjoyed it more than she let on but had held back her praise. It had definitely been more than "Pleasant".
He'd never use that word again as long as he lived.
He dressed in the pajamas the TVA had provided for him and laid down on the firm mattress.
"Forget the girl," he said out loud. He had bigger fish to fry. Like the Timekeepers.
A wicked smile turned the corners of his lips upward. The ultimate power in the universe would soon be his.
Playing Mobius would be fun. The agent was on to him in some ways, but Loki still had some tricks up his sleeve. Why settle for Midgard when you could rule over all of Time and Space?
He rolled over still smiling. His eyes landed on the wall where he'd pounded the girl an hour earlier. He groaned.
"Pleasant?" he said aloud. He rolled over again with a huff and closed his eyes.
What do her breasts look like under that boring, button up uniform I wonder?
He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. This was untoward. He swung his legs over the mattress, his feet hitting the floor. He went to the small refrigerator they'd stocked for him. Nothing looked interesting. It wasn't his stomach that was empty. It was his pride.
Pacing the length of the apartment, he ran over his and the girl's quick clandestine meeting in his mind. Hm… There was only one simple solution: He had to fuck her again.
If she was up for it, he'd get her pinching her eyes shut and crying out his name as he racked her body with pleasure. That would at least afford him a "fantastic". Or better yet: "Extraordinary".
He smiled and sat back down on the bed. Time worked differently in this God forsaken place, but "tomorrow", he'd wake up "early", and go straight to her apartment to make his offer in the name of more "research". He found as he thought about this, he was actually air-quoting with his fingers. He grunted and put them in his lap.
Maybe once he'd finished with the girl, he'd get her out of his system, and he could go back to his elaborate scheme. One part careful planning, one part taking advantage of the opportunities given. He was the best at what he did when it was spontaneous.
Once he was done with his surreptitious sexy proposal, he'd head up to Mobius's desk for his three days of training videos to learn all about the TVA. His smile stretched from ear to ear.
Perfect.
