Thank you for all the lovely reviews! Plus all the hits. I've never had a story exploded like how this one did. So again thank you. Much love goes to Doktor Gonzo and to themoocow! No the breathy moans loki makes where in no way influenced by the 2006 Dracula Radio Drama TH was in. I'm ashamed anyone would think that!
As usual i do not own. Everything belong to Marvel,Stan Lee, Joss Whedon and the actors belong to themselves etc.
It was hot. Not just the kind of heat that made you annoyed but the kind that pressed down on you. It made you sweat from every pore; you could cut the air with a knife and rain only made it worse. Natasha would give anything at this moment to back on the island with Clint, at least there the winds blew and the ocean was a few yards away.
Swinging from a cable tether on the side of the Stark building was not remotely close to being able to evoke calming cool breezes and the glimpses of New York's harbor left taking a dip in cool water a pipe dream. Christ she could smell the fish market from here. Though that could have been Stark himself, tethered next to her gleefully explaining some new toy spawned from his hyper active (she swore sociopathic) brain. He hadn't slept (again, why was she out here with him when he was running on coffee, protein bars and something Pepper shoved into him), and kept scrambling up and down the line like a demented flying monkey.
All while she dripped sweat on the outside of the window of his precious penthouse office. That thought made a slight smile curve her lips upwards. Tasha decided to smear her lipstick across the pane while the energy fueled flying metallic squirrel chattered away behind her.
"Hey! Hey! Molotov Cocktail what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Natasha decided to start making kissy faces. After all she was supposed to be off today and shopping in air conditioning, not getting her Russian Ballet on across the side of the tallest building in the city.
"I swear to whatever god that if you don't stop that, I'm going to recreate the Bolshevik rebellion!" Squirrels were so annoying; especially ones that had shiny jet packs. "I'm going to call Thor and have him bring Fandral down here next time so he can keep hitting on you." That made her stop, turn her head and narrow her eyes. Right when she was about to push off and land a kick to the back off Tony Stark's boyishly (seriously how old was he) tousled hair, Pepper called from the doorway of landing pad.
Tony only looked at her and grinned ear from ear and yelled "Race!" She liked Pepper. Adored her really, the woman had a spine of steel to deal with that man and a heart of gold to love him so much. She did have the bet going with Clint that Pepper kept a bottle of vodka in her desk just to steady her nerves. The Hawk swore it was whiskey.
Natasha let him win, after it was hot and she was not sleeping well. Tony's comment only made her ponder about the demi gods they kept in they're company. She thought of them which in turn made her think of a certain green eyed ice giant. Thor wasn't kidding when he threw out the 'it's complicated, he's adopted' comment. She knew she had her own childhood issues to work out but she'd take being raised as an assassin any day over that mess.
Thoughts like that weren't going to get her out of this office any faster. Thoughts about HIM in general weren't going to do her any good. Standing in the office and her thoughts and glimpses of half remembered dreams were causing her to sweat in a way that she couldn't blame on the early summer. Watching Pepper and Tony banter back and forth, she decided to leave. Tossing out her good bye, she watched as Stark waved his dismissal at her while trying to convince Potts it was alright to let him kiss her. As the elevator doors closed she heard threats about getting the private elevator dirty and a female voice reasoning that without his suit, Tony didn't stand a chance against her.
The ride down was blissfully quiet. She wasn't looking forward to the drive back to her apartment. Her car would be stiffening hot and waiting for the subway or a cab did nothing for her. Natasha loitered in the lobby for a few minutes longer before she decided to brave the drive. A cool shower and pitcher of something frigid was a goal worth earning if she actually drove home. Sliding on her sunglasses, she failed to notice the image in the glass waver and ripple as she left the building.
He paced, this cage was getting dull. But he promised. His mother, brother, friends (if they could be called that) and his 'father'. His mother wept when Thor drug him muzzled and shackled into Asgard. Held in place by her tears and Odin's one steely eye: he cast his eyes downward. Everything was a blur. From his fall to ending up in possession of the Tessaeract : he felt so cold. Burdened with a lie and his own failings. Becoming driven to posses something that would not benefit him; in the end he became a tool for someone else. Again.
That was the only reason why he accepted this 'punishment' from the Allfather. He was sorry not for trying to creep out from under Thor's storm cloud and proving he was his own force of power, but becoming a pawn and being means to end for something so messy. He loved chaos, thrived on it and it was something that needed to be nurtured. Not thrown out and expected to evolve suddenly into a hurricane. So he will wait and bide his time. The woman provided enough entertainment for now.
He did make her a promise after all. Loki was loyal, in a way. Her dreams where such a delight to slip into. Cool and running across his skin like silk. The memories of her hair tangled in his long fingers, dream fragments that floated in his mind's eye. A phantom press of skin upon skin burned down his body. He smirked in the gloom.
As much as he liked moving into her dreaming thoughts and brushing into to secrets, there was something he found lacking. In her dreams she bent to easily to his whims. Too quickly. He knew she wanted him, wanted to taste him, run her tongue down his neck, her hands down his spine and trace her fingers up his thigh to curve around….
He quivering and opening to him with no fight confused him. This was not the woman who stood before him and matched him step for step, who dared to look him in the eye and stare him down. Her eyes held back that want, so temptingly delicious the only time she would entertain it would be in fever dreams that she could blame on stress or 'it being too long since'.
It grated on him.
His fists clenched, nails dug into his palms. He could feel his skin shifts, the lines form on his face and down his arms. Vision turning red as his breath frosted in the air. It twisted more, this desire to see her fight. Watch her claw and bite at him, then melt down until nothing but red encased them both. His body burned, tightened and coiled till he thought he might break apart into a second void. He wanted to actually smell her, taste the salt of her sweat on his lips as his arms pinned her onto the floor or bed, maybe even up against a wall.
His breath came quicker, the puffs clouding his face as a guttural "Yes..." spilled from his lips. His skin faded into his typical completion. He'd leave a double in his place. What his family didn't know wouldn't hurt them. As he said before there were other ways out of Asgard. When you fall for the longest time, one learns where the majority of doors are to climb back in. Natasha Romanov was going to be getting a surprise guest. Poor thing, he hoped she planned ahead and would have enough refreshments for her guest.
Tasha felt delightful, the shower cooled her off immediately and now she was stretched out in front of her windows watching the curtains sway lazily in the wake of the fans rotating blades. Her fingers absent mindedly traced the water droplets beading on the outside of her glass. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Moments like these were rare, even though there weren't any immediate threats (everything seemed to take a backseat to being invaded by aliens and 'space whales'), she knew there was more coming. All of them knew.
Still she was enjoying her time off, experiencing real people time as Clint said. Honestly she kind of felt real people things were tedious and boring.
Thinking about that, Natasha realized she hadn't contacted the archer in a few days. Still laying there she debated about get up and finding her cell phone just to send a text saying hi. That required movement and it was still so ungodly hot. She let out another sigh, this one tinged with annoyance. Her hand reaching back out to grab her drink, only to find it missing. She patted around think she moved it farther away; finally realizing her drink was nowhere near her body.
Her head whipped up when she heard the glass cupboard in the kitchen close. Her drink was on the island counter, refilled while a long sinewy arm disappeared into the fridge. She edged up slowly. Slipped behind the couch and crept towards the kitchen.
Peering in she saw a sight that stopped her breath. Loki leaned against the sink. Long legs stretched out in front of him, dark shorts hung low on his hips and a v-neck green shirt clung to his chest. His ebony hair clung around his face in sweaty tendrils that curled at the base of his neck. In fact the humidity was wreaking havoc on his hair and she could see it curling in general. It looked shorter than in her dreams and his face looked free of cuts and scratches. Even his eyes looked less hallowed and his skin lost the shallow hue. Those eyes didn't look any less haunted, maybe a bit hungrier. That idea though made her clench her legs together. Her stomach dropping. He met her look across the rim of the glass he was drinking from.
"What are you doing here?" He only smiled and gestured to her drink. He had no right looking that good in casual clothes. He was sleek in a suit but here in her kitchen casually blending in like he belonged was impossible. It angered her. Sent violent shivers through out her body. No one ever crept up on her. No one had the balls and if they did they were either stupid or suicidal. Or Tony Stark.
"I was curious," came his answer. "Curious to see how honest dreams can be. If you'd be so willing to fall down at the snap of fingers."
Her jaw tensed, she thought those dreams where hers alone. She pushed them away because they had become too tempting. To intricate and it worried her that she would be willing to actually fall apart at one word or movement from him. Her blood sang through her as she shook her head no. "Not good enough."
Again he indulged her with a slow smile, "I'm real. No one died for me to get here. I decided I've been a very well behaved boy and should get some time to play. Just like everyone else."
'You have to earn that." His feral grin showed her how much he was pleased by that answer. Before she could blink Loki had her pressed against the wall. His tongue moving its way from her clavicle up behind her right ear, his hand fisting in her hair as the other slid down her leg.
He murmured something about the taste of her skin but she really couldn't hear over the hammer of her pulse and the pants coming from her mouth. He pulled back and glanced down at her, looking somewhat disappointed. Natasha's previous fury flared up at the act of being treated like a doll and she hooked her leg around him and flipped him onto the floor. Her hands pulling and tearing at his hair (so soft that her fingers needed to pull harder).
Loki's laughter echoing in the apartment, his heady moan of 'Yes' filling her ears as he pulled her down to crash teeth together. His breath harsh in her ear, panting:" Isn't this better than giving in? Isn't it more fulfilling to fight for it, burn for it? I need this," He growled out. His body shuddered against hers as if trying to fuse into her own. She was no better, at times trying map out plans and universes while pulling away just feel him chase her.
She almost remembered how he felt and tasted. But here in her arms while awake, didn't compare to what her mind had dreamed up. He was cool like peppermint and chased with a burst gunpowder.
She drank from him repeatedly while he grabbed at her and tried to keep her pinned underneath his lanky frame. Tasha's legs wrapped around his waist while her bare feet made the attempt to push those casual shorts down his hips.
It all came to a stop when there was a loud knock on the front door. Followed by Iron man and Thor's voices.