I am WARNING you now. This chapter involved DARK!LOKI and STRONG sexual themes.

Either way, I had SO much fun writing this chapter.


"Excuse me?"

Thor chuckled, her expression just as he imagined, before he clarified,"You hadn't misheard me. You will go with Loki and learn what he plans to do."

He couldn't help gazing up at the dumbfounded girl. Her jaw was open, her eyes, less red and dry, were wide with shock. She was shaking her head back and fourth, as if in denial of Thor's words. Getting her to go with Loki wasn't going to be easy, but it was quite comedic. He knew he was going to like her like this, all baffled and confused. She seemed almost like a child.

Well, really, he was asking her to infiltrate an evil genius' headquarters. It was quite a task for Rebecca who already didn't want to be a superhero. She would be putting her life on the line to save many others, including Loki's. Loki was a misunderstood soul, and he did need someone to speak to, even if that person was there to steal his plans. This could only help Loki, and with Rebecca telling Thor everything, Thor could help his brother before he caused more damage.

Thor just wanted to make sure his brother was, in fact, alright.

"Were you hit with lighting, thunder boy?" Rebecca hollered, shooting up from her seat. Rebecca backed away from him, throwing her hands and stomping her feet,"No way in hell I'm going to stay with Loki."

Thor smiled warmly, as if expecting this. "In 3 nights from tomorrow, I will come for you wherever Loki has taken you. I will know where you are and I will rescue you. Do not worry about the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. They will never come to know your secret and that this trip you are taking was done willingly."

Rebecca scoffed,"You're mad! I never agreed to it." The girl had no reason to trust this god! Yes, his eyes were comforting and he seemed like one of those rare, genuine people who you only meet once in a blue moon. But at the same time, he was asking her to do the impossible. Go with the bad guy. Live with the bad guy. "And if he kills me?"

Thor stood up, shaking his head,"Loki is too vain to kill someone quickly. He'll take pleasure out of torture. Long torture." The god saw Rebecca shiver slightly. This wasn't helping. The truth wasn't helping.

But Thor had nothing else to give. He wanted to be completely honest. His honestly was nostalgic for reasons Thor couldn't even admit to himself yet. He knew that their friendship, no matter how many lives could pass, would be powerful. Thor continued,"If he invited you, as he did, you will be treated with respect." There was a pause.

"Why should I trust you?" Rebecca said softly, her gaze shifting to the ground.

Thor thought for a moment,"Because I will never let you down. I will return for you. You must trust me on a whim, but I will not fail you. You must believe me, my words, and understand I will hold your friendship in the highest of lights. Only, of course, if you will accept it."

Rebecca inhaled sharply. Her mind began to think. What was she going to do?


"I cannot believe I am doing this," the Editor whispered, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She was walking down the sidewalk, her hair loosely held in a pony tail at the nape of her neck. On her body was a white tank top covered with a sky blue sports jacket. On her bottom was a pair of black yoga pants and on her feet, sneakers. Comfortable, just in case she was thrown into an uncomfortable situation. Rebecca sort of assumed she'd be in a dungeon or tortured in some unimaginable way. Perhaps Loki's form of torture would be completely different than human methods. She could be walking into Satan's pit for all she knows!

2 days. 2 days to wander, 3 nights of sleep. She needed to collect information and analyze it at night; she needed to be a spy. Therefore, she had put herself into this stoic, hard-ass mindset. There was a mission here! Something to be done.

"Oh who am I kidding," Rebecca thought disdainfully, her feet still moving towards her destination.

This was a bad idea. Why was she doing it again? Willingly going with the bad guy? Rebecca huffed, pursing her lips. She needed to get her priorities straight before jumping off a bridge becomes her next, seemingly mindless task. Since when was she to get involved with international... intergalactic issues? Right. This was on the scale of the universe.

Loki, the God Of Mischief. She was going to his house.

"Oh god," Rebecca said quietly to herself, shaking off the nonsense she was about to commit. It was possible that Thor's evaluation of his brother was completely wrong. Rebecca could die as soon as she made eye contact with the god. The God of Mischief, or so it would seem, should have a mind more complex than anyone else. It could have tricked Thor into think he liked torture instead of instant death...

Rebecca could feel her body come to an immediate stop in front of the New York Times Headquarters. Her eyes wandered up the length of the tall building, and finally, landing on the roof. He should be there. In 4 minutes, it would be 36 hours time since Loki made his proposal. The sky around her was dark, the air colder than normal for this time of year. It was night, and still, she managed to find herself unable to step into the building.

Her heart was pounding rapidly. Every thump of the organ was defiant, strong. She felt the blood racing through her ears, her breath labored despite the fact she walked to the building. And suddenly, the building itself seemed much larger, much more ominous.

Rebecca inhaled deeply, shutting her eyes for a moment. She was over thinking this. It was supposed to be a simple, mindless task of going with a crazed man. Simple. Just stay wherever he put her, do whatever he instructed, and maybe even learn a few things about Asgard. Truthfully, she gained nothing from this experience, but becoming a martyr. Based off Thor's ideals, Loki is dangerous, and someone coming to understand his secrets could only lead to the greater good of humanity.

The Editor took one last look at the area around her.

"So long, Earth," she reluctantly said, before her jaw tightened and her body moved into the building. Her heart never stopped racing as she walked past employees who would never recognize her. Rebecca looked humble, normal. No one would ever believe her to be a high-fashioned, pristine CEO. Her makeup was slim to none, and her lips were no longer painted its normal immaculate red.

The Editor made her way to the elevator, almost feeling her heart stop as she entered it. She was alone. Her hand hesitantly moved to the buttons, and with a surge of energy, clicked the top floor.

Rebecca found it difficult to exit the elevator, just trying to force her legs to move. Her body was slowly becoming ice, freezing and stopping her motion. "Come on, Rebecca," she scolded herself, swallowing. The top floor was not the roof.

In fact, she had to go through an office floor to the back wing by the bathrooms. There, she would find the door to the roof. It was a flight of stairs, and then, a door. Behind the door was the rooftop.

From here on out, everything became hazy. Rebecca's feet moved against her body's will. Her vision almost became blurred, as if she were under some thick narcotic that was drugging her eyesight. But her body still moved through the cubicles and to the staircase. Slowly, deathly, her feet ascended the stairs.

But, when she got to the door that led out to the roof, everything came back. Emotions, fear, horror. Rebecca awoke from the haze as her hand rested on the door handle to the outside. The girl gasped, jumping back from it as if it were in flames. Her breath was labored, and suddenly, her eyes began to water. She was terrified.

She didn't want to do this. She couldn't. If anything, if she crossed that door she could meet a firing squad. Rebecca could feel her body swell, her eyes widen as pools of water slowly streamed out. She didn't want to do this oh god, she didn't want to go through with any of this. Rebecca felt her body shake, her mouth parting as she hiccuped.

Walking out that door was saying goodbye to her life. Goodbye to her parents, her friends... Goodbye to the job she's worked her entire life for. Goodbye to sanity and happiness. In 3 days, Rebecca knew she wasn't going to be the same. She was going to live with a madman she... she couldn't do this. Rebecca wasn't that strong.

In a moment of weakness, her eyes fell down to the watch on her wrist. 36 hours were up. And somehow, after drying up her tears and choking up some courage, she managed to open the door and step onto the rooftop.


Nothing.

There was nothing there. Rebecca stepped out onto a large, white rooftop where she found the space empty. The cool night air whipped her tied back hair, running strings of her brown locks against her cheek. Rebecca's breath became shallow, so light. It was as if she were afraid to breathe and shift the area around her. The girl glanced around her, spinning her body, but found not a soul in sight. No one.

The pounding of her heart was the only sound she heard.

"So you came," The God of Mischief said aloud, revealing his location. Rebecca turned around to see him on top of the brick structure that contained the stairs and door to the roof. Loki smirked as he jumped down with ease, cooly adding,"I must say I'm surprised."

He was wearing a nearly full black attire with black buckles, a golden ringlet circling around his neck, and random splotches of golds and emeralds. It seemed like his normal attire with his thick, slicked back raven hair and piercing green eyes.

Rebecca took a moment to catch her breath, to focus. "I can say the same thing for myself," she replied simply. Really, she was surprised she even made it through that door.

Loki kept his face emotionless, his features showing no inflections or anything. It was calm, even. He approached her, before opening his lips,"You seem nervous."

"I'm not," Rebecca sharply answered, preparing her game face.

"I won't hurt you, if that is what you believe," Loki retorted, getting closer.

"I'm not nervous," Rebecca quickly replied, staring at the god only a few feet from her. Loki watched her face, analyzing her huffy and dismissive attitude. Were her eyes slightly red? Was she crying?

Loki grinned bitterly,"You came here against your will?"

This questioned startled Rebecca. Her eyes widened as she shook her head,"No... No! Why- why would you say that?"

The god let out a holler of laughter, his green eyes narrowing. His perfect shaped lips pulled back to reveal his rows of white teeth. Loki came dangerously close to Rebecca, his vision trained on hers. "Because," he began, tauntingly,"I obviously know when someone is forced against their will."

His hand reached up to touch her cheek, brushing it. Loki smirked, his fingers lightly grazing her skin, his feathery touch almost like kissing her flesh on contact. The movement was so soft, delicate. Rebecca felt her knees almost go weak by the act. He was swooning her. But, she knew he wasn't, when suddenly, a pain torn through her head.

Loki's fingers, instead of staying on her cheek, trailed up to her temple, and then, behind her head. Finally, they rested on the back of Rebecca's hair when he tore at the follicles violently. Rebecca screamed out, clutching his grip on her head as he brought her to the floor. He was sending unbearable pain through her scalp in such stark contrast from his original, deceiving action. It took her by such surprise. Rebecca felt tears water in her eyes as he pulled her to the ground, her body struggling against him. Loki kneeled by her side, grabbing her face to look at him, sneering,"Especially when my brother is doing the forcing."

He knew.


"Call me a fool but I know my brother better than anyone!" Loki shouted, his voice echoing throughout the stone cavern. His body was rigid, his breath deep and labored. His eyes were filled with such an intensity that scared Rebecca out of her mind. He was going mad. "I knew he was coming for me, but I didn't think you'd run off with him!" The man slammed his scepter into the wall, breaking the rocks and having them tumble down to the ground.

Rebecca and Loki were in some sort of underground dungeon. The Editor didn't see how she got here. After Loki had torn out parts of her hair, he had smacked her with his scepter that had, without Rebecca's knowledge, materialized. When she woke up, she was in a dripping, damp cave, the only light being a few dull fixtures above her head. Rebecca was on the floor, blood dripping down from the back of her head. Her lip was torn, and there were large bruises forming on parts of her face.

She didn't know where she was or what was happening. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the area around her. It was a fair sized room, a single room. There was no furniture or any clear way out. Rebecca winced a bit, slowly sitting her body up. Her hands came up to touch her face, feeling the dried blood.

The wide room was suddenly getting smaller as Loki, in all his rage, finally began to approach the injured girl, his scepter disappearing as he did.

His eyes narrowed, before he growled,"You should have known better you stupid, stupid mortal."

Loki was so enraged by the time he neared the human that he saw no other option than to physically take charge. He launched forward and grabbed Rebecca's neck with his hands, squeezing tightly. He clutched her small, frail throat, taking joy of watching her instantly struggle for air, before slamming her back against a nearby wall. Rebecca gasped for breath, choking and wincing at a new pain burning through her lungs. Loki was breathing heavily. His emerald eyes watched her, glaring into her.

"Do you think I'm so naive?" Loki whispered, searching her brown eyes.

Terror shook Rebecca. She expected him to go crazy on her at some point, but not the instant she had been taken away. She thought that she'd provoke this moment in the future, but it was purely her actions with Thor that caused this. Why? Why was this happening? And why wasn't she fighting? Rebecca, for some reason, felt her body become slack. It was harder to move, to react. Things were becoming slightly woozy... Rebecca felt her senses dimming as the world around her became disoriented.

Air. She needed air. Loki's vice grip on her airway was too strong.

"DO YOU?" Loki screamed, his face morphing again before he sucked in a tight breath. Rebecca stared at his emerald eyes as best as she could, noticing something off. They were slightly wet... Was he crying?

Loki snarled momentarily, just attempting to calm his breathing before he tossed the girl onto the floor like a rag doll. Rebecca grunted as she felt the hard floor impact her side. The woman gasped for air to fill her lungs, her hands coming up to lightly hold her neck.

This is what Thor knew was going to happen! Why did she do this... She was getting hurt and her energy was so degraded. She couldn't fight back, even if she wanted to... She felt so helpless to defend her own skin.

It was a hateful look that she recieved. Loki glared at her as if she were dirt, but in his eyes, somehow, had all the sadness in the world. It was as if his rage was truly prompted by such despair. Rebecca, heaving, stared up at him. But, she was surprised when he turned around and began to leave the girl, as if he were done tousling her around for now.

Rebecca, dirtied and blooded, used her strength to simply breathe and move. She sat up, wincing as pain shot through various parts of her body. She then lifted a mournful gaze to Loki, before finally responding to his question.

"I don't think you're naive. I think you're a monster."

He paused. Loki cocked his head around, his velvety voice asking,"What was that?"

Rebecca swallowed and blinked a few times, just thinking of where this was going. But like hell she'd sit there and take this. This wasn't right. He was angry over the fact she visited Thor, which was against her will. And because of it she is forced to succumb? No. Rebecca was stronger than this Norse god. Rebecca was a hell of a lot stronger. She's dealt with worse than this, a pitiful beating. It wasn't even a beating; it was a tousle that she could have fought back if she knew it was coming.

The woman felt her eyes narrow as she hissed,"You heard me." Loki now had turned his body to face her, his face blank as his vision stayed pinned to her weakened figure. Rebecca used the wall behind her as a means to stand up, before hissing,"You're a monster. Putrid, vile. "

Loki scoffed,"You have nerve, human."

"I have self respect," Rebecca snapped, finally on her two feet. With all her strength, she stood tall. Her head lifted up so that now, her posture was perfect despite her weak body wanting to collapse. "When have you ever been proud of what you do or who you are?"

These words seemed to effect the Norse god. His mouth parted, before he said,"Everything. I hold no regrets." His words were clear and dictated.

"And yet look at you," Rebecca replied dully, shaking her head back and fourth in disgust,"scared, wallowing in the shadows."

"You know nothing," Look took a step forward instantly retorted, his voice raising in intensity.

Rebecca could feel her eyes almost water. This man was horrible. He was a horrendous creature who had no sense of right. He did everything to spite others, to hurt others, to seek revenge. Was he ever good?

The girl watched the god, feeling so small but knew her words were big. She knew they were getting to him because he had a reason to defend himself. Loki knew Rebecca was right.

But then, Rebecca said something that even shocked her own mouth. The chocolate orbs stared hard into the emerald. With hatred, Rebecca sneered,"You put your race to shame, Loki."

Perhaps, though, Loki was just as misguided as Thor had remarked. Because when Rebecca said that harsh phrase, she saw Loki's face. It was destroyed. His lips parted as his eyebrows raised. He looked as if he had disappointed his father or his mother. He looked... as if he had in fact, put his race to shame. Rebecca didn't know for sure, but whatever she said effected him in some odd way. It removed the God of Mischief and replaced it with a childish aura... It was just like on that night, when he stared at her with such a youthful innocence.

But as soon as the emotion came over Loki, it changed again. Tears rimmed on his eyes and his teeth barred. His lips curled backwards, his face snarling and his breathing deep. The sudden shift was unexpected by Rebecca, but when she took a step back, she saw him move.

Instantly, Loki slammed Rebecca into the wall behind her. She let out a gasp of pain, before she felt her arms pinned. Rebecca glanced up to her wrists, finding them bonded to the wall in some odd way. Magic. Loki had bind her to the wall.

"What is this?" Rebecca shouted, struggling to release her arms from the wall.

Loki was now a few feet away from her, his face in a deep scowl. "A lesson," Loki said quietly,"from the monster."

The room then turned red. A dark, lustful red. It was like the sirens were going off in her head, telling her to run. The tension in the room shifted, one that was far different than any previous moments with Loki. Loki smiled bitterly, his eyes narrowing. Rebecca couldn't hold back her scream as Loki's hands tightly clasped her waist. Rebecca couldn't move as she felt his chest press against hers before he vigorously latched his lips onto her neck. He bit the skin tightly, running it over his teeth and causing Rebecca to gasp in pain. The girl struggled against him, but his hands held onto her tightly and rendering her immobile. What was he doing? Why was he touching her- why...

No.

No, this wasn't happening.

But then, his hands began to move. His fingers began to travel the length of her body, touching her curves and squeezing parts of her body that felt like they needed to be touched. Rebecca felt tears welling up in her eyes as she couldn't understand, physically or mentally, what was actually happening to her. Everything was happening too fast that her mind had yet to comprehend his motives.

Rebecca tilted her head away from Loki, but found he used that to his advantage. It was an open pathway to her ear. He used his skillful tongue to trace a path up from her neck to her ear lobe. His lips clasped onto the soft skin, suckling it lightly before he whispered,"You're in my world now."

The girl felt her eyes brim with tears as she shut them tightly. Loki was devouring her neck and lathered them with his tongue. But then, she felt his lips graze her cheek. Her eyes opened, her breath heavy, and finally, she stared into the eyes of Loki. They were emerald, deep, and interlocked with hers. His gaze flicked down to her lips and back up to eyes before his mouth crashed into hers. Rebecca tried to protest, keeping her lips as tightly together as possible. But, Loki then pulled at her hair to cause her to scream. When her had lips parted, he dove into her mouth with his skillful tongue. He let his tongue roam her mouth, feeling her displeasure and hatred as she fought against him.

He felt Rebecca retort as her body physically tried to push him away. He couldn't help but grin in satisfaction at her tears.

But then, moments after his lips came into contact with her, something happened. Something changed. Loki instantly pulled away from Rebecca, shoving himself off of her as he wiped his mouth at the end of his sleeve. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide and staring at the ground in disbelief. What did he just see? Slowly, he raised his vision to the panting, wrecked girl. What had she just done? What did he just see... this girl. What was she doing?

Loki cocked his head,"It's all mind games with you, right? You try to win that way, RIGHT?" His voice shouted, echoing though the cavern, and before she knew it, he was back on her again. He would not let her win that way.

"Please stop," Rebecca whimpered as his hands ravaged her body. They was rough, cruel touches that forcefully began to remove her jacket. But, instead of taking off the article of clothing, Loki simply vanished the item with the use of magic.

Loki kissed her with such force and strength that any verbal retorts were now muffled. Tears spilled out of her eye as his hands ran over her body, feeling her chest through her shirt and squeezing the mounds of flesh he found. Rebecca, unwillingly, felt her body react to his touch. She let out a small gasp, both of pleasure and distaste from Loki's coarse movements.

The room was spinning. Rebecca could feel that there was no way this was going to end well. She was being violated, destroyed... No, she wasn't a virgin, but the act was still wrong and cruel.

Then, she felt her white tank top vanish in sparks. Rebecca inhaled deeply, feeling the cold wind hit her bare stomach and chest. She felt Loki's hands trail across her skin, moving upwards to feel the last piece of fabric that was covering her breasts. Loki pressed his lips into hers ferociously, his hands squeezing her chest tightly as he growled.

"Please stop, Loki," Rebecca begged the moment he removed his mouth from hers. Her cry was of fear and desperation, unable to retain any of her strong qualities. She was weak, defiled. Rebecca felt her vision blur further as he rocked his groin against her. She felt his hard erection press up against her lower body, making her shivering in disgust. His iron grip around her body made it so difficult to even fight. She was losing to much energy, finding her legs growing weaker and unable to stand.

Loki used his lips to travel down from her chin, to her collarbone, and then her valley. All along the way, his tongue traced circles along her skin, sending chills down Rebecca's spine. His hands then came to push her breasts out of the top of the bra, causing her mounds to spill over the fabric. Rebecca cried, her breath completely muffled with hiccups as Loki began to lick and touch her chest. The bra was then gone, disappearing just as the other articles of clothing had.

He then took her mound into his mouth, playing with her nipple with his tongue. His tongue skillfully swept over the nub, causing Rebecca to closer her eyes tightly. Rebecca was whimpering, holding back her sobs as she sucked in a tight breath. His other hand made it's way to her other breast, squeezing it gently and earning a small, small positive reaction from Rebecca.

Loki noticed this. She was enjoying this. She didn't want to admit it, but she loved it. Loki found this opportunity rare, and with it, he took advantage. His eyes flashed open, and suddenly, Rebecca felt her hands free from any sort of bindings. She screamed, because as soon as she was released from the wall, her knees buckled and collapsed. Her body went tumbling to the floor, filled of agony and pain. Loki stood over her, tremoring watching her withering form on the floor. She had no energy anymore. Loki chuckled darkly, before hissing,"I will destroy your pride. You will never speak to me like that again."

Before she knew it, his body was hovering over her, whispering,"And I will assure it."

Rebecca was curled up into a small ball. Her back was hunched over, shivering and shaking. She was still crying. She was also completely helpless when Loki used his hand to push Rebecca out from her fetal position. It was easy to do too. Rebecca could barely fend him off. Finally, with some bit of strength, she used her hand to wipe away the onslaught of wetness streaming down her cheeks.

Loki, let his tongue flicker out as he thrust his mouth into hers. His fingers had intertwined with the pony tail, releasing her curly locks and intertwining them with his fingers. He pulled the chocolate hair tightly as he rocked his body into hers. Loki's teeth began to bite her lips with much aggression, making them sore and puffy. His hands kept running over her smooth skin, and finally, made it downwards south to her pants. Rebecca panted, shaking her head to remove his lips.

"Please, Loki. Stop!" Rebecca hollered, but her words were in vain.

The God of Mischief cocked his head a bit, before he whispered into her ear,"I will make you feel so much pleasure. And once you do succumb to me, and you will, I will rule you." Every word he spoke was slow, dragged out, elongated in a deep growl. He spoke from the deep back of his throat, almost groaning in ecstasy as he purred.

Rebecca sniffled, croaking,"Why?"

Loki chastely kissed her lips,"Because I want you powerless." His tongue grazed her lips, his breath tickling her face as his emerald eyes bore into hers,"You'll be begging me for more. I will own you."

That's what he wanted to do... He wanted to dominate her. He didn't want her to have any power over him, so he'd take that away. He'd strip her of her pride, her self-respect... He was trying to posses her... He was stealing her spirit and her life. Rebecca's reddened eyes just started at him, her mouth wordless. Her spirit was gone and broken. She inhaled deeply, but took in a sharp breath when she felt his hand hovering at the bottom of her stomach. "No..." She whispered, shaking her head. Her arms weakly tried to push him off her, but her body lacked any energy to do so.

With a single motion, Loki had magically removed her pants and used his long fingers to trail down further. Finally, when he found what he was looking for, he began to run circles over the small sensatative spot right outside of her underwear. Rebecca gasped, shutting her eyes tightly as she shook her head. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But his touch was almost gentle, coaxing, and it was shooting sparks of pleasure throughout her body. Rebecca desperately tried to not react, but her body couldn't help but twitch under his skillful touch.

Loki continued to caress her face with his mouth, his tongue washing over her neck and leaving several bite marks in his way. She was hating this. But her body loved it more than anything. It always found a way to betray her. Rebecca, still, could not stop the tears that pooled in her eyes.

Then, like that, her last bit of dignity vanished with a piece of cloth: her underwear. Rebecca could feel her breath hitch in her throat, before she hiccuped. Loki grinned, kissing her lips once more without so much of a response. Rebecca would never kiss him back.

The god moved away from her a moment. His eyes washed over her naked form. Loki grinned, enjoying the satisfaction of watching Rebecca wither before him with his marks and his touch all over her skin. He enjoyed watched her defiled by his hand, crying from his actions, and terrified from his kiss. Rebecca glanced up to Loki, his gaze on her bare body. She felt so self-conscious as he hungrily stared at her. He was sadistic.

Rebecca tried in vein to cover her body, but soon felt Loki's weight once more on her body.

Loki also proved to be very talented. One of his hands fondled her breast while the other gently massaged her clitoris. His mouth was covering Rebecca's, listening to her moan and her attempts to suppress it. She was trying to hard not to like this. Loki grinned, once more finding his lips by her ear.

"You are so wet, and yet you deny my power over you," his voice was like velvet, sending shivers down Rebecca's body and forcing another upwelling of tears.

"Just give in," Loki whispered, his tongue bathing her ear lobe. He heard Rebecca whimper from his ministrations down below. Her cheeks were pinking and her heart was beating so fast. He could feel it. And he was sure she could feel him. He was so prominent against her body, all of him. Loki let out a low, primitive growl as he moved back to her mouth, capturing it and relishing in her sweet taste.

She was reacting to him, that was certain. But whether or not she enjoyed it, well, she didn't... She hated this. Rebecca hated his complete power over her, even though she swore she never would give in. Her wet eyes remained shut, her hands remaining in tight fists and her face streaked with tear trails.

Of course, Loki couldn't have this. Almost instantly, he used one of his elongated fingers to enter deep with Rebecca's core. Rebecca's eyes shot open, a gasp escaping her throat as she pleaded,"Stop this... Please."

"No." The answer was so simple for Loki as he stared deeply into Rebecca's eyes. They were beautiful. They were dark, but in the right light, had such an endless feel to them. Loki loved watching them betray Rebecca as they rolled back into her head. His finger kept pulsing in and out of her womanhood, consistently earning more and more of a response from Rebecca. This is what he wanted. He wanted her body to give in, and in suit, would her mind.

Rebecca shook her head, before she then felt Loki's weight shift. No. No. She knew why. The girl wiped her eyes clean of tears, only for them to stare fearfully at Loki and his revealed large manhood. He was fully clothed, but for that single throbbing organ. He was well endowed, that was to say the least. She didn't even know if something like that could fit.

He was making this seem like a daily task to him as well. By wearing clothes, he was dominating her. He was in control. He was not vulnerable, he was not weak. Rebecca, shivering on the floor, was.

Loki bent down to kiss her breast, but found it shocking to feel Rebecca's leg kick his stomach hard. She was going to start fighting now? Loki loved it. He loved that she was still attempting to keep her own self until the very end. This fire... This passion. Brilliant. Loki brought down his legs to crush Rebecca's, pinning them to the floor, before positioning himself in between them. Rebecca's vision blurred once again, her face morphing into sadness.

She realized she couldn't win. Loki took a firm grip on both sides of her hips, despite the fact that she had tried to use her palms and feet to push herself away from him. He kept her still, laying his body perfectly on top of her as he, once more, brought his lips to meet hers. He passionately let his mouth roam hers, before he swiftly thrust into her. He heard Rebecca cry out against his lips, before he pulled out and pushed back in harder.

Rebecca shook beneath him, leaving Loki unable to find anything more pleasurable than the mixed feelings of sex and revenge. He won. He owned her. Loki then thrust once more, but this time, using his full length to fill her. His hands roughly grabbed her chest, holding her mounds tightly as he began to drive into her with slightly more force. His head dropped down to her shoulder and she felt his shoulders tense a second before his hips started moving again, causing him to retract and then push into her body again and again.

She wanted him to pull out. She didn't want this. Rebecca hiccuped, trying to numb out the feelings that were spreading like fire from her core. It seemed as if Loki was enjoying this immensely. His body kept shivering, and his mouth often gaped as a soundless grunt escaped him. His hands kept firmly on both sides of her shoulders, before he leaned into to kiss her again. She heard the primitive groans coming from deep within his throat as he thrust into her. His body was tensing at the sensation of her tight, wet womanhood.

The pressure began to build below. Loki's grunts became louder, more prominent, as well as his thrusting. He drove into her blindly, uncaring of the crying woman beneath him. Loki smashed his lips against Rebecca, but found that he was unable to remain in the kiss due to his continuous rasps. His hips kept moving against her, and Rebecca too, felt the immense pleasure. Her head was spinning, her mouth moaning against Loki's lips. His fingers managed to make it down to her clitoris, stroking it fiercely in sync with his manhood. The feelings that shot up and down her body were indescribable, euphoric.

Despite the flow of tears, Rebecca felt sensational.

The heat began to build as Loki began to tense even more. Every move he made had a large, powerful thrust with it. Rebecca couldn't help but pant, her cheeks reddened and her lips opening to moan.

"Say my name," Loki huffed between thrusts, his face close to hers,"Beg me."

His emerald eyes bore into her brown: this was his moment. This is when she needed to succumb. This is what he wanted and Rebecca didn't want to give it to him. But her body was on fire. Everything was on fire. She was being raped and yet she somehow couldn't fight her own motions and words. Tears dripped down her eyes as she whispered,"Loki."

Loki sneered, letting his lips once more capture hers,"Again," he murmured, his tongue meeting hers as he passionately tasted her. His groans grew louder, his eyes hazing over as he softly demanded,"Tell me - you don't - want me... to stop."

Rebecca's heartbeat was soaring. Her body was intricately buckling to his continuous, deep thrusts and hand ministrations. He was pleasing her so much and she hated it. Rebecca sniffled, her chest heaving. Her lips parted and stared into his eyes,"Please don't stop, Loki." There. Just like that. She gave him permission.

Loki grinned, letting his lips tackle hers for the last time before fire spread through her body. Rebecca gasped his name, her hands managing to tighten around his shoulders as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her womanhood pulsed uncontrollably, sending shock waves of indescribable pleasure. Loki, feeling her tighten around him, felt his own body release him into his intense climax. He threw his head backwards, letting out a large groan of pleasure as his own orgasm electrified him, his seed spilling into her.

Both were pantings heavily as the thrusting came to a stop. Loki stared deeply into Rebecca's eyes, their mouths open wide as they gasped for air. Layers of sweat glistened on their faces, their bodies shaking as a result of the intense sexual climax. Loki's face turned up in a slight grin as he whispered possessively,"Mine."

It was then he pulled out of her, causing Rebecca to shiver. Loki stood up and placed his member back into his pants, the smile never leaving his face. He simply laughed as his feet pivoted out of the dark room. He left Rebecca there in her small fetal position, shivering, defiled, sobbing uncontrollably. Loki stole everything from her.


Yeep. I did it. I wrote smut. Was it alright? Was it too violent, just the perfect mix? I don't know. It was rape, sort of. Half way...

Please read and review for me!