Rowan had an appointment with a God.

Today she would start the work she had been chosen for. Too bad she hadn't slept after the nightmare she had. Loki in her bed, on top of her, his hands…she again cleared her mind, breathed deeply, and made her way to his cell.

Back home, this would almost be called therapy. But there would be no leather couches, and trying to subjugate the human race would require more than a prescription to Prozac. She was here to try and understand what made him tick. His brother hoped she could help him see reason. Or at the very least, keep him under Asgard's control, so that he would never hurt another being again.

Stranger things have happened.

Thor once again led her to Loki's cell but did not enter with her. "Take as little or as much time as you need. The guards cannot enter but will hear you if you call for help. Good luck, Rowan Vinter." She entered the dark void and heard the hum of the cube shaped force field holding the God of Lies.

Loki had his back to her, seemingly studying something she could not see in the distance – a ploy, that, as there was nothing to see.

"Rowan Vinter of S.H.I.E.L.D.. I see you've come back", said Loki, turning around to face her. Those eyes…

"My Lord" she nodded. Best to keep things respectful, especially with a murderous, rogue God. "Did you think I would not?"

He smiled. A smile? Thought Rowan. So it was possible. "My dear, I have been expecting you."

She walked up to the force field to get closer to him. "I see. Tell me my Lord, do you think this is a fit punishment for a being who would have destroyed an entire race?"

"It does give me a great deal of time to think" he shot back sarcastically.

She smirked back at him, "That can't be a good thing."

"And what would you like to see done with me?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

"Oh, but I do my dear. Very much."

Steady girl, he is trying to get a rise out of you.

"Maybe another time." He wants a sparring partner. He craves the back and forth, the feeling that he can outwit me. Don't let him have it. She turned heel to leave.

She got halfway to the door when he offered, "How about tonight then? Perhaps you can wear that lovely pink gown like you did last evening. It did so match the blush on your skin where I touched you." Rowan stopped dead in her tracks as ice suddenly ran through her veins. He continued, steady and calm. "Do you think these four walls can hold me? They were made by amateurs! I am the most powerful magician in all of Asgard. I go where I like. I take what I want."

She turned to face him, trying her best to conceal her terror. "So I am to be yours? Just like that? You know you can over power me easily. Where's the challenge?"

"Oh, I would never do anything as base as violate you. That is for brutes, like my oaf of a brother. Oh no, you will give yourself to me willingly."

"Never."

"But you will my dear. You already have." He placed his face against the force field, and breathed in. "I can smell that delicious wetness between your thighs. It started the second I opened my mouth to speak. I can taste it now, sweet as golden apples…" he closed his eyes in reverie.

She ran for the cell door and slammed it behind her.

Rowan locked herself in her room and stifled a wail. She had quite the reputation back home on Earth, had taken down serial killers, drug syndicates, criminals who attempted to trade in weapons of mass destruction. She had been one of the youngest people to be made a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative. Director Fury considered her brilliant. But in the course of twenty-four hours this man…this God…she had to get out. Humans she could deal with, but humans were not meant to trifle with gods. She fell asleep sobbing into her pillow.

She awoke to Loki sitting at the foot of her bed.

"It must be so exhausting," he began, "to constantly feel this need for control. Control over your mind. Your very life. "

"You must always be tired then." Despite her shock and terror, she managed a dig.

"Hm. What of your senses Rowan?" His use of her first name and first name only, without the patronizing dear knocked her even further off her guard. "You believe you have reached the pinnacle of your mind, your work. But I can show you your true potential. Your glorious purpose." His eyes were like glittering emeralds in the moonlight falling through her window. His pale skin was like the finest marble, his hair like black silk. He was a murderer. A sorcerer. He was beautiful.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. I will give myself to you willingly.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, at first gently, then sucking on her bottom lip as she lifted up the hem of his shirt. They broke their kiss as he lifted it over his head, and then plunged his tongue into her mouth as they fell back on the bed. She wrapped her arms around him. He was not big and bulky like his brother, but elegantly built, like a greyhound to Thor's bulldog. He moved his lips to her right earlobe, at first teasing it with the tip of his tongue, and then nipping it with his teeth. She let out a quiet sigh.

"My dear, we must get you out of these clothes" he said, and with a deft hand movement her dress was gone, leaving her in only her black bra and panties. Poof. Magic. She looked at him and giggled. Giggled like a schoolgirl. She couldn't remember the last time that happened. Loki, however, kept a determined look. Impatient actually.

"I want to taste you." It wasn't a request. It was a command.

Loki traced his tongue down the center of her, stopping to kiss along the way until he reached the edge of her black lace panties. "Such frilly underthings for such a calculating woman" he said, investigating them.

"It's a weakness of mine."

"You will know weakness", he hissed, hooking his thumbs into the sides of the panties and sliding them off. "Now, open your legs to me."

Rowan did not hesitate. As she spread her legs she could feel her wetness had already covered her inner thighs. Loki lay between them and spread the soft folds of her flesh apart with his fingers, leaving her utterly exposed. And then he began the business of making her new again.

He dove right in, sliding his tongue as deep as he could inside of her. She had not been prepared for that, and lifted her hips off of the bed with a soft cry as he pushed his face as far as he could between her legs. He grabbed hold of her by her ass, digging his fingers into them. Again and again he pushed his tongue into her, moaning, tasting, and then stopped, looking into her eyes.

"Do you like that my dear? Soon my cock will be inside of you, just as my silver tongue was." Rowan closed her eyes, trying to imagine even making it that far without falling off the face of Asgard from ecstasy.

"You smile? Well then…" and he was off again, circling the tip of his tongue around her clit, teasing it as it stiffened. He became more insistent, sucking, nipping at her clit with his teeth. Her hips pushed herself against him, wordlessly begging him not to stop, her hands entwined in his soft hair, her knees pulled up almost to her chest. Her breath came in gasps between her moans, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. And again he stopped.

"You wish for my punishment but drip rivers of sugar into my mouth. Which shall it be Rowan? I can stop this now…"

"No! Please…"

He pushed one finger inside of her, then two. "Say my name. "

"Loki…please" He raised an eyebrow. "My Lord…" she breathed.

"Like I said. You always submit." They began to move in rhythm, she moving her hips against his fingers while he began to suck on her clit again. She pushed his head deeper with one hand and gripped the sheets with the other, her toes curling. How long had they already been at it? Minutes? Hours? She was sure she would spontaneously combust if she didn't get her release soon.

Just as that thought entered what was left of her mind, he turned the fingers inside of her upwards, finding that sweet, sweet spot inside of her, teasing it with the pads of his fingertips and she arched her back against the bed. If she hadn't soaked through the sheets by now, she was about to.

"Mmmm, my love, I seem to have found your secret spot". He gave a quick suck to her clit. "Would you like me to finish you now?"

She could barely speak. She could only muster a nod and a weak please.

"Come for me Rowan." He pressed his fingers roughly against that spot, that spot so deep inside of her, pushing her over the edge and into oblivion.

"My King!"

"That's it my love. That's it."