Sorry for the ridiculously late upload. This was supposed to be a quick fic but I kept getting distracted with school and work and just the usual. I hope you all enjoy if you're still with me! It would mean the world to me if you left me a review, I really want to know your thoughts and opinions no matter their nature.

TW: The topic of rape is briefly mentioned. It has to do with the O/C's backstory.

This chapter gets a little steamy and fluff filled so I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!


It was 2008 somewhere in a suburbia wonderland. Out the window, rows and rows of houses looking identical to one another went on for miles and miles as far as the eye could see. The outdoor air smelled of barbecue and happiness. Everyone was happy in the suburbs, on the outside.

Olivia was 15 years old and laying in the bed of the most recent family that was fostering her. Present day Olivia knew she was just having another reoccurring dream. She knew what was about to happen and why this moment of her life was forever plagued with trauma. Yet somehow, even almost ten years after…the moment always made her feel like she was frozen in time. Even in her dreams. Not even the dreams in where she was faced with death itself competed against it, this was her ultimate nightmare.

The air around her body felt thick wrapping her up in a constricting embrace. The pitter patter of her heart signaled something was wrong. Very wrong. Yet, why couldn't her body move. Movement in the dark of night teased her imagination. Was there someone in the room? Who could it be? She knew who it was.

Mr. Keaton.

It had only been three weeks since she was taken in. All the shelters and homes she had encountered up until that point where in poor conditions and reeked of sickness. For the first time in well…her whole life she had her own bed. No pesky nosy fellow orphan children to share with. She was happy…until that night. She loved the Keaton's. They loved her.

For those reasons whenever Mr. Keaton's lonely hand reached out to her in the middle of the night, Olivia froze. Afraid of being kicked out into the streets again. It was either that or to be alone and hungry. Olivia endured what she had to to survive.

The movements that followed flooded Olivia's now adult mind and even in her dream she remained that frightened 15 year old girl who couldn't stop crying. Her cries turned into sobs and before she knew it she was screaming. Her body was full of hurt. Everything ached.

Suddenly as her screams became louder, Olivia realized she was back in her suite bedroom. She was back in the present and no longer stuck in her dream. Sweat clung to her body as she grabbed her chest unable to fully breath properly. Paranoia clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.

As she fully removed the bed sheets off her thin frame, she felt a gust of air infiltrate the room. Still being fragile and full of fear from her night terror, when a hand shot out at her shoulder her body reacted by releasing a piercing scream.

"Why are you screaming?" His voice asked clear as day as the lights flickered on. Olivia recognized his dry voice before she even saw his face. Oddly enough, it was a relief that it was him and not one of his guards or other agents.

"I'm sorry." She panted collecting her thoughts. It was her ultra mysterious raved haired rescuer. His brow was furrowed as he studied the fear on her face.

How the hell did he get in her room? She hadn't heard the door open or even close. Without further thought, Olivia shrugged it off and blamed her paralysis on why she didn't hear anyone knocking or opening her door.

"Don't be."

Her cheeks suddenly blushed crimson red as Olivia realized she wasn't wearing any pajamas and was only clothed with her black cotton bra and underwear. His eyes hadn't gravitated towards her exposed skin but it was obvious he was aware.

"I should have probably mentioned I suffer from night terrors. I feel horrible, it's late you must have been asleep." Olivia said softly in shame.

"I don't sleep much these days, so don't worry. I was already awake." Exhaustion clearly showed in his emerald eyes, but somehow at the same time he still was the image of strength. "Plus if it is any sort of consort, I was aware of this sleep paralysis you experience. The guards in the prison made thorough notations on your record. I was beginning to wonder when they might make their grand appearance."

"Those bastards. I knew they were watching me every second of the day, I felt their pesky eyes." Olivia could feel the goosebumps on her arms forming as she mentally relieved her sleepless nights in her jail cell never seeing a face but never fully feeling like she was alone.

"You should've expected that when you allowed yourself to be captured." His tone was ice cold and for a second or two Olivia considered punching him in the face. God he infuriated her.

In leu of expressing her anger Olivia shrugged and relaxed her shoulders. "You are not like anyone I have ever met that's for sure." Oliva spoke the observation softly to herself but noticed as his eyes dauntingly met with hers the moment she finished speaking. " I asked the guards earlier to get me some things to make hot coco, that usually puts me to sleep. Would you care for some?" She eyed the man as she began to walk towards the exit of her bedroom still feeling unable to read his current emotion.

"You might want to consider putting this on." When she turned to see him, he was holding her black silk robe, that she had been lounged in for the latter portion of the day, in his hands. She wanted to giggle sensing his slight discomfort.

Her body was something that never made her feel shy. Before being imprisoned by S.H.I.E.L.D, Olivia was used to going on missions with Hydra and having to dress frequently in front of other agents, male and female alike. Therefore, she was never one to shy away from gazing eyes. Especially not when they belonged to someone as handsome as him.

"Uh- does my lack of clothing make you uncomfortable?" She smiled feeling powerful.

"If that is your preferred state then by all means. I simply felt as if maybe you were the one who might feel uncomfortable." Olivia rolled her eyes reaching for the silk robe and then slipped it on to her pale sun deprived skin.

"Coco?" She asked again as she tightened the bow of the robe against her frame. His eyes watching her every move.

"I'm not familiar with whatever that is." He shrugged nonchalantly. Her jaw dropped as she tried to comprehend how any person could not know what coco is, even if someone didn't like it they HAD to at least know what it was.

He awkwardly followed her from a distance as she headed over to the living area. Watching her every move as if studying her behavior. Oliva pretended she simply didn't feel the intense staring and simply decided he was rather odd.

"Buddy you are missing out." She smiled reaching for two mugs from the cabinets. "Especially my special coco… the secret is just a dash of bourbon." A dash was an understatement, she practically poured two full shots into each of the mugs.

"What do you dream about?" He asked seriously without batting an eye.

"Wow, you're not one for small talk are you?" Olivia giggled trying to shift the conversation away from her nightmares. She had never discussed them with anyone before and she was not about to begin. "They are nothing really, just dumb scary monster stuff." Her hand waved to enhance her statement.

"You don't strike me as the type to fear things easily." Their first encounter played back in her mind and how when he threatened to kill her she didn't even flinch. "In fact, I don't even believe you fear death itself."

"You've known me for a few days, how could you even assume something like that." She scoffed as she finished preparing their warm beverages.

"Quite the contrary. I know enough. I've seen your files, I have read everything Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D had on you. And even if I hadn't, I can read you like a book. You wear your heart on your sleeve Olivia dear."

"That's presumptuous of you." Her cheeks turned red as she suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable as he eyeballed her.

"I am in no shape or form insulting you, but rather paying you a compliment. Emotions are not a weakness do not misconstrue my words." With an added glare Olivia slid over the hot coco in his general direction against the marble island counter, not even fully caring if it slid too far and right onto his lap. Yet, with one open palm he stopped the drink in perfect time and wrapped his hand around the warm mug.

"I bet you're not much fun at parties."

"I wouldn't know." A sadness was underlined in his statement. Olivia suddenly felt guilty for teasing him.

They sipped in silence not saying much else to one another. Olivia practically burned a hole into his head as she starred. She had so many questions for him but somehow he was always ten steps ahead of her and knew how to avoid them. There was once a time where she could get any man to talk, but here was this man whose name she couldn't even get.

It was the strangest thing but Oliva felt the desire for him to trust her, no she needed his trust.

"If I tell you what scared me for life enough to still have nightmares about it, will you tell me your name."

His head turned to her direction as she spoke instantly, "Does my name matter that much to you?"

"Yes." She admitted begrudgedly.

"Very well, have it your way." His lips pressed against each other as he observed her taking a seat beside him at the counter.

"When I was 15 I was sexually abused by one of the only people I ever trusted, the only father figure I ever had in my life. I mean he wasn't my real dad but he was my adoptive father and I felt like it was my fault. Like I asked for it." Olivia slowly sipped from her mug as her eyes awkwardly looked into her drink.

It wasn't the sensation of shame that swept through her but more like the sensation of relief to finally share her story with someone. Someone whom she barely even knew.

"It took all of one year after it first started for Mrs. Keaton to notice. She blamed me and kicked me out at just 15. After that I was on my own. I refused to go back to the shit hole orphanage I came from." The latter part of her story reminded her of the anger and bitterness she felt for all of the remainder of her teen years. She knew she wasn't the same person but she couldn't help but grip her mug tighter as she spoke.

Tears began to stride down her cheeks and her hand almost immediately went to wipe them away. They made eye contact and Olivia could feel her cheeks blush. Vulnerability wasn't her strongest feature, in fact she did not know she still even possessed the emotion in her body.

She didn't know why she was crying, it wasn't because speaking about it still hurt her. It was just the rare vulnerability that she felt speaking about her past and things she had long kept shut out.

"Now I believe you owe me your name." Olivia said forming a pathetic excuse for a smile.

"Ah yes, you're quite the persistent one." He said in thought. "My name is Loki. Does that satisfy your curiosity?" She realized he had gotten closer to her than before and his body was only inches away from her.

"Just that? No last name?" She titled her head in curiosity.

"Not one that I claim. My family name is of no importance to me." His words were sudden and invoked a tinge of sadness that Olivia couldn't help but read on his facial expression.

A question she would pester him with on another day.

"Why yes it does. Now you're no longer a man with just a handsome face," She thought back to how seductive he had just said the word satisfy.

"Handsome, eh?"

"Loki." She said in the softest tone. It felt strange on her mouth, the name she thought she would never get was now hers. He knew her whole life story and for what…for his name?

"Wait…like the Norse god Loki?"

"Uh-" He stuttered to respond. "Some kind of tribute I suppose." He replied before realizing he had said too much.

Her afterthought shifted the conversation altogether. Her sorrow was vanished in thinking about his name. She didn't know his last name but his first name was a start in decrypting his mysterious identity.

"It's late. We should get some rest. I have training with Barton early tomorrow morning." She sent a weak smile in his direction. Both of them remained locked in their position.

He didn't reply but he didn't turn away either. It made her feel translucent how he was able to act as if she literally wasn't speaking to him.

His smile was sinister as always , but some odd warmth inside of her felt drawn to him. As of right then and there he was the only person she had ever fully opened herself up for. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had human contact for who knows how long but her gut instinct trusted him with the secrets of her past life.

A part of her wondering if prison had warped her skills to never let anyone in, because judging by how he treated her and everyone else around him. He did not seem like a person Hydra agent Olivia would've trusted. Or even felt so drawn to.

It must have been a mixture of the bourbon and his wicked yet handsome smile but before Olivia could stop herself her hands were around his neck and her lips were against his. His lips were soft and plump, they were everything she had imagined since she first saw his face.

Internally she was screaming and cursing herself for acting out of such impulse. It went against her every core value. But god did it feel good to give in to her most intimate desire. Loki's body felt so strong and hard against her petite frame.

When she pulled away she expected to see him either looking flustered at her spontaneous embrace and affection or furious for thinking he would ever reciprocate. But alas she was wrong. His arm instantly without a word said wrapped against her back and forced her closer.

His lips pressed hungrily against hers. Without a hesitation or second guess, Olivia allowed herself to be touched and caressed. She opened her arms gladly to him as his hand inched closer and closer to her lower half. His kisses trailed down to her neck and with each glorious kiss, she was becoming undone.

The sexually deprived woman in Olivia was begging to rip off his clothes and take him right on the table they were just a few minutes ago enjoying hot coco at. However she could easily feel the hesitation on Loki's part.

While the way he touched and kissed her was not exactly chaste, it wasn't carnal. He was seeming to enjoy the little details of her, figuring out little intimate trivial things about her.

"You're right Olivia, it is getting late." Loki said as a matter of fact pulling away from her.

Her innate reaction was to pull him in for more and tell him she wasn't done with him, but instead of once again giving into her desires she nodded and smiled watching him retract from her.

"Umm should we…" What Olivia was trying to coherently say was if they should talk about what had just happened but instead she just awkwardly stammered unsure of how to go about that conversation.

"No." He said pressing his lips together as they slightly curled up into a semi smile. Olivia felt as if he was somehow reading her mind because there was no possible way that he would've been able to comprehend what she was trying to make out. That's impossible, she reminded herself. "Let's not." The cool tone and demeanor that he used around her gave her even further arousal.

"I'll see you around?" Olivia called out to Loki as he was making his exit. She silently cursed herself for acting like a pathetic school girl around him.

Her heart raced as she watched him close her door and leave without any confirmation about what had just happened. She was the first one to kiss him but he did kiss back and that was a fact Olivia knew. She couldn't read him or even her behavior for that matter but something about him had her completely mesmerized. His very presence just then intoxicated her.

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Once Loki arrived to his self designated room, he paused briefly to gather his thoughts. A mortal took him by surprise, she was nothing to him but a method of gaining information. How in all the 9 realms had he found someone who acted so unsuspectingly, even to him? He was used to being one step ahead of literally everyone he had ever met. He was good at reading people and making correct assumptions in regards to their character. But when Olivia kissed him he had not an inkling of how to react. Since when had the god of mischief ever been known to have someone be one step ahead of them. Never.

She was beautiful of course he wanted her. He wanted her in every physical way, but he did not come to rule Midgard just to mingle with the locals. He wanted her on her knees for him alright, but not under her own volition, he wanted her to kneel to him as a god.

Just thinking about her beautiful and delicate figure had him cursing himself for leaving her room so suddenly. To hel with it, he should've had his way with her to end her stupid inflation with him for once and for all. There was no way Olivia would be attracted to him once she discovered his true reason for being on her filthy planet. He was a monster, Odin made that clear to him.

Would she abide by his desire to rule?


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