Mischief Mannaged

Part 5

Only Women Bleed

Hello everyone! First off: I would like to apologized for abruptly cutting things off since my last story. I know it's been so many years, but things have finally be reawakened, especially my love for Loki since watching Thor: Ragnarok.

Anyway. I am proud to announce that I am publishing new chapters and continuing on with my story.

For those of you who don't know, or have forgotten; the story is of Loki, God of Mischief, and his kidnapped Midgard bride, Anne. Who he has made his queen and desire to conceive a male heir with for his new kingdom. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Loki is a copyright of Marvel Comics, Paramount Pictures, and Walt Disney Production.

It's been days since Anne was kidnapped by the God of Mischief, Loki, and made his prisoner bride and baby breeding machine. Kept in her bedroom chambers with nothing to do except be alone with her thoughts, until Loki come and has her way with her in hopes to conceive an offspring. Still she wishes she was back home, in her own room, with all her favourite things to pass the time. Now she wishes she had those things her like her MacBook, her iPhone with her favourite songs on iTunes, her books, maybe some good weed, or at least a ball. But for now all she has to physically past the time is to throw one of her slippers in the air and catch it as it comes down. She looked at her delicate hand as she caught her slipper. Her nails were cut short because the last time Loki tried to have sex with her she scratched him right across the cheek, just below his eye. And in return received a hard backhand smack across her own cheek, an intense fucking, and her nails filed down short the next day.

Then her thoughts continue to go on to Loki. Despite him be a handsome bastard, she still despised the fact that he kidnapped her, erased her existence on earth(or Midgard), and repeatedly fucking her every night until she becomes pregnant. Now, she could imagine him as just your ordinary, handsome man that you would see, walking on the busy streets of the business district in the city, with a designer three piece suit, who would then take you to a romantic and expensive dinner, and then cocktails at the bar at five star hotel where he would have a suit, and then the two of you would go at it like two Siberian tigers in the snow.

Anne suddenly shook her head in disbelief.

'What are you thinking?' She thought, 'Again, this is the same guy who kidnapped you and made you his personal spawn factory! It's too early to get Stockholm Syndrome.'

Then her thoughts quickly diverge to the though of pregnancy and motherhood. Anne slowly go up from the bed and went straight towards the gold standing mirror. She took one good look at herself in the mirror, then placed her hand on her abdomen before checking out from the side. She always did wanted to have children, she thought. She even volunteered at a mid-wife centre back home. But this was not the time to actually become one. She was still young, she wanted to do so much. Finish school, get her degree in Ancient History, travel the world and see where all her favourite legends and myths took place, see the seven wonders both modern and ancient. But again, that was never going to happen. And if she we're to become pregnant by Loki and have his child she perished the though of raising one in an environment such as this, or to be influenced by such a tyrant like Loki.

Suddenly, she heard the bedroom door open. She could sense it was Loki, and like hell she can take another night of his sexual ravishing. Without any good option she slipped under the bed and kept quite. She could hear his footsteps move around the room, Anne still kept as quite as possible. Obviously he's not that stupid to know she was hiding under the bed, she thought to herself. Until she saw his feet stop to where she was, it lasted a few seconds until he turned around and headed towards the door. The door opened and he walked out. Anne then slowly crept up from underneath the bed, and just as she was about to stand up she felt Loki's arm wrap around her waist, lifting her us and throwing her onto the bed.

"Honestly, You think that I had known you would be hiding underneath the bed this entire time." He said, "No use in tricking a trickster."

He then started to softly caress her cheek with the back of his hand, making Anne let out a slight gasp and then blush slightly. Loki then let out a soft chuckle from her response.

"Again, theres no use in denying me, my love. You're already stating to accept me."

"I'll never accept you." Anne said, "not now, not ever."

"Even though you said it, inside you don't really mean it." He responded, "And I should know, after all I am known to be the master of the silver tongue."

He then drew closer

"And speaking of, why don't you let this sliver tongue master you…"

And then planted a deep and lustful kiss upon Anne. Anne tried to resist, but it was no use. As much as she despised it, she was starting to feel a bit aroused by it, especially when he slipped his tongue in. She let out a small gasp of pleasure, and Loki responded back with his deep satisfying one. He once again was very pleased with her response, and used his magic to shift out of her clothing and out of his. Anne tried to push him off as best as she could, but he was still too strong. Loki then spread Anne's legs out of the way and then slipped into her without the slightest resistance. Their bodies began trusted together in synchronicity, as well and their lustful moans and heavy breathing. Anne's mind was so overwhelmed with such intense pleasure that she couldn't help but give into it, until Loki gave one good hard, deep thrust that she jolted back to reality. She managed to kick herself out underneath him and tried to scramble away from him, but then Loki grabbed hold of her ankles and drew her back to him.

"As I said before!" He said, "There is absolutely no use in denying me!"

He then grabbed ahold of her hips and thrusted himself back in with his godly force, making Anne scream out in both pain and pleasure. Once again: another night, another deposit.

Anne awoke the next day, relief to find Loki gone. She slowly got up and headed towards the bathing area. As usual she showered underneath the waterfall to wash herself. And as she was washing her legs, she noticed a trickle of blood running down them, she knew where it was coming from and gathered the blood in the palm of her hand. She thought that Loki had been so rough on her that he drew blood, until a closer inspection proved that it was in fact mensural blood. Anne couldn't be more than relived that she got her period, further proving that she wasn't pregnant.

"Is everything alight, M'Lady?"

She turned around and saw Merida. She hadn't noticed that she had entered. Merida soon came towards her and inspected Anne's hand with her period blood gathered in it, and then more of it flowing down her legs.

"The master won't be too pleased with this" she said, and then left

Anne couldn't give a damn about what 'The Master' thought. She was just relived and happy, until she was suddenly brought down with painful cramping.

….

As Loki was walking down the hall he noticed Merida walking straight towards him. He stopped her as she came by.

"How is my darling bride doing this evening?" He asked,

"She has her women's blood." She responded, "she has once again not conceived, Sire."

This made Loki slightly infuriated and frustrated, but managed to keep his composure and slowly calmed himself down a bit

"Very well…" he calmly yet coldly responded, "You just continue to tend to her needs. But do let me know the instant she stops bleeding, understand?!"

Merida nodded and said: "Yes, Sire."

Loki then let her continue on with her duties until he contused on down the hall. Again, he was infuriated that Anne was still not pregnant. But as soon as her bleeding cycle was over she would once again be fertile soon after.

To Be Continued…