Chapter 5: Double Devilish Dreams (Part 2)
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Oh dear gravy! I am so sorry guys! So sorry to keep you guys waiting ON 2 WEEKS! This is horrible…so sorry but I can say that I'm on break now from school so I'll have more time to update. I will head to update frequently during this time especially to make up for this. Anyway, thanks and hello to new readers and the reviewers: HeavyDreamerDeme, Ilikepie, Sweet Sweet Hedwig and Imeiije. Thanks for your patience: enjoy! (Same rating as last chapter)
Yet, it wasn't necessarily Loki that had committed and implanted a despicable vision upon Natasha.
He was legitimately working and getting down to business with his mission and workers. Loki himself believed to be fair especially to servants. With abuse being an expectation of delivery by the master, it proves to be redundant especially for the development of attitude of servants. Through this belief, Loki granted special preferences that were requested by his workers in order to create a fair and good working atmosphere and quality for the mission. Loki was so involved that it appeared that Natasha had left his head or simply shifted to the back of his head in the sector of minority.
It was for a whole week that Loki patrolled and observed continuously on the progress of his assignment. He had grown to be immune to the lack of sleep or rest and thus, barely went to sleep as it was considered weak. He also declared not having enough time or thought to try and rest. Time was precious to him.
On one time of exception, he felt himself being pulled into slumber as things were not quite entertaining or extraordinary for that particular evening. Loki was sitting against the wall with his scepter of course tightly in hand. He let himself lean back against the wall as the dose of fatigue pulled him under.
Yet, not to entire secluded darkness but rather to a perplexing and confronting situation.
Loki was walking the hallways of some unknown building. It was structured, patterned and looked to be sophisticated as a type of hotel. All he knew that it was a sort of building or setting of Midgard as he noticed he was wearing the suit uniform and scarf he wore when he first came to Midgard. He didn't know where he was going but kept the pace walking down the stretching hallway. He noticed doors in his vision lining up on either side but they had no knob to enter the room. They were also plain without a number stuck on the front. It was a continuous line of vision bearing the same image even at each turn of the corner.
Although, something was catching his attention at a brief moment of view and it was something that added a sense of wonder to the visually bland atmosphere. Each time he turned the corner, he caught the disappearing sight of a person also turning the corner ahead of him. It was a woman with flowing long dark red hair – almost the color of maroon instead of the expected crimson – but it was only the locks of her hair along with her back that Loki saw.
He had raised an eyebrow but didn't pick up any pace to advance towards her but casually watched from the fair distance between them. It was almost a sense of disinterest that Loki had captured while walking the hallway of the building. Yet, he still sauntered ahead through what felt like a maze. Possibly a metaphorical maze. The metaphor for his ultimate conviction especially for this assignment. Though he had work quite constructively with his worker for the past couple of days, he still felt unsure about things. It made him feel so weak no matter what he tried to illustrate either for himself or for others to see.
Loki wanted to shake off the conflicting issue and diverted his attention back to the dream simulation. It was honestly getting boring now having to walk repetitively around corners and down the repeating hallways and the unknown woman ahead of him was still visible. Loki moved from a saunter to a brisk pace to make something occur. That ideal thing to be some interaction with the woman.
After all deep down, curiosity was contagious. It was his only driving determination in that dream.
Loki kept following the mysterious maiden turning each corner. It seemed that she could sense his picked up pace and was walking with more speed as well. Soon enough, he saw her vanish into a room. When Loki reached the spot, he noticed it was the one and only door amongst the others that had a knob to enable entrance. Loki turned it open still wondering what was to come.
It was a dim room with one light hanging overhead slightly illuminating the space. Loki walked the small hallway before seeing the wider space and contents of the room. Finally to his right, he saw the woman at a table with her back to him. Her long dark red locks were flowing down her back while she was in a short, slim and surprisingly dark green colored dress. Loki watched her pour a drink into a cup and took out another one filling it halfway and sliding it to her left in open view. He got distracted by the dress embracing her figure and had to somewhat scrutinize her appearance entirely.
"It's not nice or polite to stare"
Her remark and the glass that she slid to her left on the table was an acknowledgment that she knew he was there and so, Loki smirked.
"Well it all depends in what way we are staring at" He paused "Sporting a new look are we?"
She turned around to show the familiar face that he recognized due to the enjoyable involvement shared between them. It was enjoyable especially for him. Natasha half smiled. "You've just caught me in a different time Loki"
That was in the fact the very first time she had ever properly address Loki by his name. There was a sense of pleasant appeal hearing a feminine voice utter his name and let alone, that voice being Natasha's.
"I would say so myself. This new hairstyle really is distinct. Nearly didn't recognize you at first"
Natasha nodded then quietly sipped her drink. Loki watched her while nonchalantly fiddling with his hands. She gestured to the glass on the table. "Feel free to get this if you're thirsty" She made her way on the other side of the room towards a window.
He observed the room and traced back to Natasha. "What time would this be exactly for you to have a different appearance? I would suggest sometime in the past but how far?"
She pulled back the curtain revealing the horizon of the night illuminated with city lights. Natasha kept focused on the sight while replying "It's actually not that far back. It's been a difference of a year or so but a lot can happen in that period of time"
Loki stared and made his way towards the glass placed on the table. It had poured from a dark bottle and the color of the liquid was clear. He lifted the glass up closer towards his face. He inhaled the strong stench of vodka. "What is this brewed liquid? It releases a repulsively strong scent"
Natasha glanced at Loki. "It's just a type of drink we like here on Earth. There are actually a lot of variations of this type of classified drink but this one is particularly strong. It's a personal favorite of mine I guess"
He swirled the drink around in the glass taking in another waft of the intense scent. Loki mildly chuckled with a half-smile. "It's some sort of mortal poison to the sounds of it"
"Not exactly. Well, it can turn into a lethal poison if it is consumed the wrong way. Either way, alcohol is probably an essential liquid for us"
"How so?" Loki caught gaze with Natasha still holding the glass by its rim.
"It's not essential as…water for example. That's a given but, we usually just turn to alcohol at times for different purposes. Whether it's for fun or some comfort or an escape. I know I turned to it when I was feeling stressed or overdone" Natasha admitted.
Loki placed the glass daintily on the table before focusing more on Natasha "I was also referring to how this drink is deemed a poison"
Natasha processed the reference in delay. "Oh, well, it can be mixed with other drinks and substances, it can be drunk by others in excessive amounts and basically, it affects people and their mindsets. However people cope with this drink, it can make them do crazy things"
He reacted indifferently but did feel a slight interest involving the alcohol. "I didn't know mortals were capable of generating such a potion or let alone, use it to such notorious extents. I mean, we have wines and all those types of drinks in Asgard but it isn't necessarily used in those purposes that you hold against others. Also, may I just say, you might've just revealed some of your tactics I suppose"
Natasha raised her eyebrow while sipping quickly again from her glass "What do you mean?"
"All those various ways to poison someone with this sort of drink; you most probably use this as a disguised weapon while doing your job. Almost like a trick in your book"
"I guess I do use it sometimes but it's not my prime trick. I have much better and stronger ones to pull" Of course, she was referring to her combat expertise that she always enjoyed no matter what.
Loki nodded and faced the other way walking back towards the table. Natasha watched him while finishing off her drink. Loki started to stare intently at the lonely glass on the table he still was cautious about. He had a right to be as he had heard Natasha talking about the dangers of this simple drink. The current situation reeked of precariousness but Loki believed he could always turn the danger to his advantage.
He broke the silence again in a delayed but significant response "I see. After all, some do battle or fight, others just do tricks"
She lingered over that statement and contemplated about its direct application towards her. Meanwhile, Loki felt a sudden jolt of a memory after uttering that sentence. It sounded very familiar and it was then that he realized it was from a part of time that felt so long ago and far away. Even the mention of Asgard caused him to painfully remember everything. Thankfully, Natasha disturbed the process of recalling those events.
"What is that supposed to mean now?"
"Oh I can assure you that it has no corrupt tone to it but…I'm just saying what is true. Others have their own set of tactics or skills to use and they all fall under the particular classifications: tricks and fights, deceptive illusions and somatic battles, snide or upfront actions yet it still is all the same"
Natasha traced the rim of her glass idly while still focused on Loki's statement. "Does my skill set fall under any particular classification?"
Loki paced the floor slowly thinking of a suitable answer. "I have seen you in action…especially alongside Barton but…it is hard to particularly pinpoint what your tactics are. It's a combination I guess. Either way, it's nothing to be mindful of. One thing to be mindful of is people and their judgments. They are simply based on your type of proficiency. Whether it is a trick or fight. One is normally considered to be more practical or constructive while the other is known as a nuisance. Although, we can't help what type of skill we preferably are good at and it is effective mainly for our own advantage so we shouldn't care about what others judge"
She was still caught in examination over that particular proclamation and what it truly meant. Loki had a way with his words and messages that always had to be deciphered to its ultimate implication. Natasha hid it though as she casually nodded and settled her empty glass on the table past Loki. He simpered as she brushed past trying to decode her reaction. Things were producing in this simulation and he was finding it pleasant. Natasha herself in this dream though had her own intentions as well. It was time to pull an unanticipated act.
A mirror hung between the shelf openings that held the row of drinks in bottles. Natasha took out her lipstick from a purse on the table and readjusted herself in the mirror. She looked downwards while putting the lipstick back in her purse and slid the intended glass of vodka for Loki back into open view. "You still aren't thirsty?"
Loki directed his vision back at Natasha. "You expect me to still drink that even though you admitted to committing foul business and deceits involving that liquid?" Natasha carried the glass towards him and held it out. Loki stared trying to spy any suspicious change of expression in her face. "You were expecting me Natasha. You even welcomed me and knew I was coming. Your head start of distance enabled you time to devise any trickery before I came"
"But you were the one who followed. You chose to follow me and I was fine either way of you coming or not. You originally seemed as if you weren't interested at all with me appearing there ahead of you but look where you are now. Anyway… do you not trust me?" Natasha clarified.
Silence remained between them along with the glass full of vodka. Loki was finding this continuous exchange remarkable. He looked back and forth from Natasha to the glass. Finally, she pulled an action to clear the conspicuous suspense.
"Fine, I'll put my life at risk if you want" She suddenly brought the glass towards her mouth and sipped from it. She gulped a fair amount and handed it to Loki who took it feeling surprised. Natasha folded her arms and stood still in front of Loki. She glanced at the clock on the wall and back to him. "The particular substance or poison I like to use takes only 30 seconds to kick in. Let's see if it happens"
They stood in silence gazing attentively at each other. They could almost hear the simple ticks of the clock while remaining in their expectant positions. As soon as the minute hand switched, Loki was impressed.
"Now drink up" Natasha returned towards the table to fill her own glass. Loki again swirled the contents of his glass again still in reminder of her audacious feat. He could've brought up another argument wondering if her training involved her being immune to poisons but he was consumed by fascination of her nature in this dream. It deserved a drink to it. He lifted the glass casually to his mouth and gulped a fair amount.
It had a horrendously intense and bitter taste on his tongue and it singed his throat as it travelled down. It was nothing like wine that provided a sweeter taste and silky texture. It was immensely terrible as the burning sensation lingered in his throat and the stench near his nose. Loki coughed twice and scowled at the intake of the drink.
Natasha half smiled at his reaction. "I told you it would be filling and it is quite strong"
Loki wiped his mouth and briskly placed the glass on the table before coughing again. "That's a bit of an understatement"
Natasha scoffed. "It takes time to get used to but I'm quite impressed by your calm reaction of it"
Loki's throat succumbed to a gentle itch and he no longer needed to cough. He had genuinely noticed something special about Natasha. "Is it just me or you seem quite eloquent this time with our meeting"
She paused before turning around "I do what I can…" The fierce red head leered and strutted in slow steps towards him. Loki could agree that he was finding this confidence in Natasha quite satisfying for a change.
"Including this" She was a fair distance originally away from him but the stride Natasha had carried forth towards him resulted in an intrepid and challenging action.
Loki watched as she advanced towards him. Natasha's torso and her face especially moving forward more than expected. Her hand had slipped through his hair and gripped the back of his head applying force to correspond with the momentum of her mouth connected with his. Loki's forehead had lifted up in shock not believing this moment was happening but subconsciously reacted in reciprocation: his hand slithered to her waist. Natasha's torso was pressed against his and her hand descended towards his neck. It was an exquisite kiss and something Loki couldn't help but be enthralled by. He had never thought of actually kissing Natasha but this moment was proving him reason to.
Her lips molded with his originally stiff ones until he also reciprocated by returning the same vigorous force. Her lips were plump and soft against his chapped ones but they pervaded colliding warmth.
They broke apart after what felt like an exhilarated moment to Loki. Natasha had quite an enticing expression mixed with her proud achievement of laying an effect on Loki. He had an astounded look which remained in effect from the kiss.
"I might get another drink" Natasha's hand slowly travelled down his chest finishing at his tie before walking away from Loki for him to recover. He blinked twice and cleared his throat to bring himself back to normal being. It was such a drugged sensation that he just felt which was peculiar. It actually was much more than just a drugged sensation.
Natasha stood at the table slowly pouring another drink into her glass. She glimpsed at Loki who was still facing the same way. She then looked up towards the clock again knowing it was a matter of seconds. A matter of seconds for reaction.
Loki felt that his mouth was slightly numb but he was sure that Natasha didn't apply such heavy or brutal pressure. What was even stranger was his throat seemed to still be ticklish or inflamed from what was maybe in chief effect from the drink. He coughed trying to shake off the particular change of sense he was feeling but it wasn't working. Natasha went around the table to grab the stool and acted oblivious to Loki's current experience.
His face started to feel numb and his head was feeling heavy or dizzy. What was happening? He blinked again before he fell down and surprisingly on a seat while Natasha supported his back. "Don't fight it. Just let it do its work" she muttered.
How was it possible? How did she hide or smuggle the poison or substance for him to consume either way? Why was it affecting him? Loki's mind was spinning slightly but he had to persevere. He was not going to be bested.
Natasha was being too bold for Loki's liking as she placed her hands on his shoulders and slid them down towards his chest. He suddenly summoned the strength in response to grab them and initiate an attack. Yet, Natasha knew too well.
Loki held her arms and spun upwards to stand up and face her. He had let go of her right arm but held tightly on her left. He yanked her towards him around the stool but she grasped it swiftly and attempted to throw it at him but to her shock, it went straight through him and his image disappeared into the air. She was still staring in shock which the real Loki took advantage of. He locked her into a secure grasp with both her arms behind her back and his arm around her waist. "Time to show my skill set" he taunted.
She snapped her head backwards in an attempt to hit Loki in the face but he had moved backwards on automatic reaction. This enabled Natasha to be freed from his hold and what followed were multiple punches and parries between the two of them. Loki never thought this moment would occur either. They moved in repetitive direction back and forth to each wall not missing a beat of defense and attack. Natasha threw in additional kicks having had taken off her heels but Loki was able to counter each attack.
To change it up, Natasha bent low and spun kicked towards Loki's legs. He was able to jump over but was ultimately distracted to not see the oncoming right hook. It soon enough collided with his cheekbone and it was with decent force. Natasha panted and shook her right hand due to the slight impact against Loki's strong cheekbone. It was then that she was distracted as Loki immediately gripped her left arm and threw her towards the adjacent wall. Her shoulder smashed against the wall but she didn't show any pain.
"You're surprisingly much stronger in actual presence of your fight mode. You are quite the challenge. How impressive Natasha" Loki firstly threw his black jacket of his suit to the side while slowly making his way towards Natasha who was still leaning against the wall. His left cheek was already bruised from the impact of the punch. To Natasha, it added a certain amount of appeal to his striking complexion. It was either the awareness or achievement that she had caused that mark on his face or the added sense of roughness to his appearance which she couldn't help but like.
"Same with you as well but can I just ask a favor to make this reasonable? Don't use your magic tricks because it's fair enough with your combat style" Natasha straightened herself up.
"That's a shame though. It won't be fair as you can still surpass me with normal combat"
Natasha grinned confidently. "Then hit me"
Loki remained standing waiting for her to advance. She soon enough ran with many more punches and kicks which he deflected. He decided to change response to try and end this tiring pattern of fighting. He caught Natasha's oncoming fists before twisting and spinning her around in a constricted embrace. It was almost like a move of a ballroom dance which was an appropriate metaphor to apply to their endless banter in either corporal terms or words.
She writhed under Loki's hold which was centrally around her arms and stomach. He began dragging her towards the window to go outside at the balcony. Natasha could see to her left the wall which was her only resort of use. She jerked and rotated in direction and placed her feet on the wall with Loki's support. Natasha quickly ran up it before pushing off for the two of them to be knocked down to the floor.
She scrambled to get up but Loki was acting very rough in defense. He continued to tug her down even with the repetitive hits and kicks she threw. It appeared that the fight was going to stay on the ground as the two of them kept falling down and the grip wasn't going to stop and let go. It turned into a ferocious wrestle on the floor and Loki and Natasha were virtually rolling back and forth trying to entitle vulnerability on the other in position. It was quite salacious of how the two of them switched dominant position with one being on top of the other but it was a chief matter of wanting to be in power of the other.
Everything settled in a final moment as Natasha was pinned down by Loki once more with her wrists pressured down on her stomach. They were both exhausted but were resilient. It was only this moment that made it look like one had conquered the other. "Surrendering now Miss Romanoff?" Loki's face neared Natasha's trying to imply condescending intimidation. They were both breathing heavily and this moment was closest to receiving brief rest. Yet, Natasha had one last move. "Just one more thing" She gathered enough strength to bang her head against Loki's and experienced a minor concussion. This moment of delay allowed her to push him off and truly prevail.
It was a sudden thought that struck Loki about Natasha. Though this was just a dream, it showed a side of her that he underestimated and was hidden deep within the present Natasha that he had seen twice ever since he arrived on Midgard. It was hard to define the particular statement that resulted from this analysis.
In terms of sly manipulation, she was nearly as good as him or was it that she was nearly as bad as him. It felt degrading and somewhat a backhanded insult of realizing Natasha was at match with him. Either way to settle it all: they were truly similar and alike.
Loki let himself be trapped under Natasha's severe hold. He needed a true rest after that strenuous commotion. He was lying flat on his back looking up at Natasha who was centrally perched over his torso. Her left knee was placed on his left shoulder joint which locked his torso underneath her diagonally directed leg. To add to the secured hold, she twisted her arms to weigh down on his to keep him from shifting underneath the flexible tangle of her limbs.
"Was all that I did just then a trick? Does this knife seem like an illusion to you?" Natasha had flipped out a knife (most likely strapped to her thigh) in a threatening manner and tone. She placed the blade against Loki's cheek. He could feel the straight, thin and cold edge of the blade against his heated cheek.
"Oh I know this knife is real but I believe that you're still using tricks my dear. Isn't the art of seduction a trick of your trade?"
Natasha glared at him wanting to stab or hit him again after such an offensive mention. Loki felt the blade's pressure against his cheek intensify and surely it was heading to make a deep cut. She reconsidered action by easing pressure and gracefully sliding the knife away from his cheek. She suddenly yanked the collar of his shirt before slamming his head again on the ground. Natasha pressed harder on his shoulder with her knee. "How dare you!"
Loki was relishing in her frustration too much even though he was going through some ferocious pain on Natasha's behalf. He kept his sardonic grin "Hm, aren't you rough? I suppose this is your dangerous and violent side that lurks beneath your disguise of a simple face but we both know there is more to that as well"
Whatever the substance was that Natasha smuggled seemed to be spreading already. Loki felt slightly numb near his upper chest but thankfully it didn't affect his ability to speak. Either way, he was still playing along with her.
"You have no idea" Natasha mentioned.
"Oh but I do. You are addressed and titled as the infamous Black Widow which you think would capture and create an association of your obviously claimed signature color along with identification but we both know it is not simply the dispirited color of black. It is also the very discrete color; rightly the hue of your hair: red. After all, it is stained from the blood of the lives you have caused to be lost and it will stay forever in your guilty ledger"
It was his new intention in this dream. To reveal the true monster inside of Natasha even if this was simply a simulation. Natasha slapped her hand across Loki's face and pressed harder against his shoulder. The bone could've practically been snapped by now. He grunted as his face had abruptly turned towards the left. The thin graze of the blade against his cheek had seeped some blood out from the impact of the hit. Yet still, though Natasha was trying to break him, Loki kept the same contemptuous attitude. "I can do this all night Miss Romanoff. It could be the same for you as well"
She couldn't take any more as her aggression escalated at each remark from Loki. Natasha stood up and stomped on his shoulder. Loki felt a jerk and a crack at the unrelenting action and had to admit that the pain was starting to sear. Natasha pulled the collar of his shirt upwards again and dragged him towards the wall to sit up against. The knife reemerged again in Natasha's hold and this time put it against his neck. Loki felt slightly immobile not being able to move a numb muscle unless it was just his indolence especially with this situation with Natasha.
"You're such a pretentious guy. You are incredibly capable of things but you just chose the other way to demonstrate them"
"Who allowed you to judge me?" Loki asked.
"Well who allowed you to continue to insult me like that? Your mouth is probably the most exercised muscle out of your entire body. You don't fight at all then"
Loki didn't flinch or exchange a worry as the blade of the knife again was pressing harder on his neck. He could see Natasha's eyes were burning from rage but he still needed another moment before he could strike.
"You allowed me" Loki could feel the sturdy blade against his throat as he talked. Natasha could instantly slash his throat but he knew too well. He knew that she was captivated in interest especially with what he did or say. Even if it aggravated her, she couldn't bring herself to end the attention being given. "You beg for reason and purpose to lash out at your enemies which may mean for you to linger on insults or lies that they may direct at you but the truth is: it kills a part of you inside to hear these things yet you carry on like nothing is wrong. You may fight but that can be believed as a trick itself. Your mask isn't immortal Miss Romanoff and that is where I come in"
He finally struck. Loki had smacked Natasha's arm that was wielding the knife away from him. The knife fell out of her hold and Loki had pushed her off him. She skid across floor then stood up but Loki had revived or decided to play for real against her. It was a pathetic first move to try and throw her fist towards him as he caught it. Each simple move to follow was worthless against him. Loki almost crushed her hands while keeping them in tight hold. He abruptly pulled her towards him for Natasha to painfully ram into his knee.
Natasha's guard was knocked down to agony. She even took a moment to try and cradle her stomach from the impact but Loki carried on. Her throat was seized by Loki who pulled her towards another table. Natasha's back slammed onto the table and she coughed trying to regain her breath. Loki hauled her arms together back towards him now securing her in a locked position. He held her wrists and stood in front of her disabling flexible escape.
"Just like that, we have a change of position. I must praise that you set a pretty good hit at times but I always win no matter what Natasha"
She glowered at him. "I'm sorry but there's no prize for you here"
It was a disdainful impulse as he looked from Natasha's piercing eyes down her figure. Maybe his advantage was present from this. "I might be looking at it right now"
"You wouldn't" she jerked again from his clasp.
Loki sneered "Oh but I would. As much as you just provided a bothersome experience of mainly exercise and whatnot, I find you worthy. Very worthy"
"How the hell did the drug wear off on you?"
He shrugged. "I may have used what you said was a magic trick because I seriously told you, it would be injustice if I were to give it up. At least I delivered a just as fair fight for you"
"No you didn't! It was never fair –"
Natasha was interrupted as Loki harshly wrenched her hair and threw her towards the floor. This was the peak of patience that he could stand and he just wanted to end everything. "You were the one who initiated all of this and even through a simple and placid act that you kept on. But this is where it should end Natasha. You've run me down on tolerance and I'm done with what I had to do. I thank you dearly for an experience though"
She backed away and attempted to stand up using the bed for assistance. "What was it that you had to do?"
Loki kept moving forward towards Natasha "I was seeking the leverage that is hidden inside of you and it was released savagely. For our past few meetings, you've shown nothing but affected weakness but I knew you had potential. Underestimated potential which is what you showed as a challenge tonight. Even such daring prospective which did catch me off guard"
"You mean that kiss? Oh I can guarantee you that you even enjoyed it but you won't be getting another ever again" Her voice was shaky and she was staggering backwards away from Loki in a defenseless manner.
He just kept moving towards her with his hands behind his back and a smug look on his face "What a pity but I will confess that I wish to receive a real kiss under better circumstances instead of one under your trickery and seduction"
That was what always got her angry and she always jumped to defense. Natasha's final option to try and inflict harm was flinging one last knife towards Loki. Fortunately for him, he effortlessly caught the knife with amazing reflex and skill. It was targeted at his chest.
Natasha was in desperation now knowing she had no other preference for protection. "You disappoint me Natasha. It seems you can't quite listen well or determine when it'd be a good time to surrender tactfully" Loki grabbed her arm and tossed Natasha once more to the floor and entrapping her by one simple hold. He began suffocating her applying pressure to her throat. She was gasping for air but Loki was neutral. It was worthless for her to try and pry away his hand from her throat and she was losing energy. Natasha's effort dropped and she was nearing defeat.
Suddenly, his hand lifted from her throat and clutched her hair again. "I can spare you willingly for a quick price" He still desired something that Natasha demonstrated earlier before. That something he never even thought of before it actually happened. It created an idea of bodily attraction towards her and Loki craved for further incidence.
He didn't even permit her a moment to answer or recover her breath but it was obvious of what it was going to be. Even in this dream simulation, she despised him but Loki kept his special interest in her. It wasn't exactly the interest of attraction but of his normal reason. He had reconnected their mouths through the same way Natasha first did but in a more ruthless manner. She didn't push him off but returned real brutal force by biting his lip.
This was no longer a pleasant or gentle exchange but a raw and animalistic one. In response, Loki tugged on her hair again as it was still in a taut grasp of his hand. He growled lowly after she released his lip from nasty grip. This may have been what he was looking for in outcome of further investigation. Despite the earlier presented conditions of their exchange, he enjoyed this genuinely vulgar and malicious happening.
They continued their harsh interaction recommencing their dissonant kissing. Loki pressed down on Natasha with spite and passion. She slipped her hands through his hair again not breaking their intense contact. The floor wasn't considered as a final preferred place to do their austere business. Loki then started shifting them towards the bed not far from them. He didn't break apart from Natasha at all still yearning for their union. They soon enough reached the bed and it was instinctive and rapid action of undressing between the two of them. Once under the sheets, it was ultimate carnal connection of Natasha and Loki.
The climax exploded into a sexual fire. It was no longer about wanting to kill or harm each other but wanting. It was vicious contact between the two of them. Both of them wanted to claim ascendancy over each other. It tasted of blood and sweat and it was a rough tempo and motion that they were involved with. This was another physical battle that they were engaging in but it almost felt standard and something they were indifferent to. It was offering an engrossing sensation for the two of them and it felt right of such physical connection and intimacy. It was another thing Loki never thought possible.
Through all the bitter smears and bruises of kisses and shared motion and heat of their bodies, Loki particularly found a soft spot at Natasha's neck which always yielded a moan or two. It was at slower cadence that they were moving and she was able to whisper one final and questionable thing "It would be much better if this were real"
Loki snapped himself awake from the unbelievable sight and position he just abided. Did his mind just conjure such a centrally foul, disgraceful yet – dare he say it – pleasing delusion? He breathed in shock and was contemplating decision of whether to try and comprehend what just occurred or act in such self-offense.
It was quite a combination of both as he attempted to stand up but the dream had stunned him and penetrated his rightful knowing. Loki placed his hand on his forehead trying to fully recover from the dream. He had to return to full sensible awareness and knowledge. He couldn't afford to be so distracted and especially by a woman. Let alone Natasha which then exposed a backfire of plan.
It was reprehensible and outrageous for him to concoct such an image and sinful yearning in his mind. It was wrong itself for him to even want such business involving Natasha. He couldn't even think of her name without bringing up a flash of that imaginary incident. Of such sensual lust. Loki was close to hitting himself before one of his workers (thankfully) diverted his attention on his situation.
Natasha and Loki had made each other disturbed and distracted with no deliberate performance on either hand. They surely knew that neither of them was sleeping for the rest of the night.
S/N:
This chapter was a lot cooler and sophisticated than the last one I would say. I had to refer to the earlier Natasha (From Iron Man 2) for the chapter and Loki seemed to enjoy her company. I was partially inspired by a GIF that was created of merging the two scenes together to create this whole AU scene. Anyway, don't be afraid to give some feedback or reviews. I'd like to know what you thought about it in comparison with part 1. Thanks again dearly guys! I apologize again.