For Slytherin's District Avenger (Quotev)

You stared up in awe at the black-haired man towering over the city. He seemed so powerful, so motivated... but at the same time, there was something softer about him, as though he wasn't commanding the citizens to kneel before him simply out of dictatorship. No, there was definitely something else there.
You curled into a ball with your arms around your head and watched the scenes play out through the gap between your head and the inside of your elbow. He seemed to have cast a spell on the crowd, forcing them to kneel like peasants. He grinned, clearly proud of the turnout. His eyes scanned over the area as though checking to see if there was anyone- like you- out of place. He spotted you, off to the side in a makeshift corner consisting of rubble from an old, demolished building.
"You," he called out, indicating you with a pale finger, "why are you not kneeling?"
You stared back at him and began to panic. Was he mad at you?
"Answer me, mortal!" he demanded with a growl. You gulped and slowly stood, never taking your eyes off of him. He stopped his growling and yelling and stared at you. You were pretty curvy, given your height (A/N: Most if not all of the requests I've gotten have used short girls, so bear with me.). Your brown hair nearly reached your butt, and your chocolate eyes had a tendency to sparkle under the given lighting. You wore a pale purple tank top that clung to your upper body like a second skin, outlining your assets. You also wore light grey denim shorts that ended mid-thigh, showing off your lean and healthy legs. Your black high-heeled ankle boots gave you a bit of a height boost, but not much (A/N: You didn't give me much in your description so I made it up). You normally didn't wear such revealing clothes, but the summer heat made it almost a requirement.
"Come here," the man commanded. You bit your lip nervously but complied. You forced your feet to move you forward until you were about a foot away from him. He seemed to look you over, eying every inch of you while you helplessly stood before him.
"You will make an interesting queen," he deduced. "A bit shy, but that will change over time."
Your eyes widened as you stared at the pale man. "Queen?"
He nodded. "Yes, queen. Once I take over this pathetic realm and become king, it would only be natural for me to have a woman at my side. You're attractive enough; you'll do just fine."
You continued to stare at him. You couldn't tell if he was insulting you, complimenting you, or just using you. But it didn't really seem like you had a choice. Loki then turned back to the crowd. He enjoyed the sight of them kneeling until the man in red, white, and blue stepped in and opposed him. You quickly ducked out of the way as a battle started. You watched as Iron Man stepped in and the helicopter (A/N: I dunno what it was) arrived to take Loki hostage. He grabbed your arm as they captured him, making sure you went along too. As long as you weren't in the battle, you didn't mind.
You sat beside Loki and looked around. Iron Man had been watching you, as though wondering why you were following the demi-god like a lost puppy.
"Is she your prisoner, Reindeer Games?" he asked the man beside you.
"No, not at all," Loki replied. "She's my queen."
"Your queen?" Captain America questioned.
The pale man nodded. "When I rule this awful realm- which I will- I may want a queen at my side to rule with me. And this lovely lady would make a wonderful queen." He looked at you as he finished, and you could swear you saw a faint smile on his lips.
You stared wide-eyed at him. He definitely just complimented you. Maybe ruling Earth with him wouldn't be so bad.

After quite a few adventures that landed Loki in a glass cage (A/N: I don't really like when people use existing scenes and rewrite them. I know I did in the beginning but it was easier then. So I won't explain the Thor taking Loki from the ship or the battle in the forest or anything), Steve and Tony had pulled you aside to question you, not believing Loki's story and assuming you had been kidnapped - which you had, but they didn't need to know that.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" Steve asked you. You nodded.
"Were you kidnapped?" Tony questioned.
"Kind of," you replied.
Steve quirked an eyebrow. "Kind of?"
You nodded again. "I didn't agree, but I didn't fight it."
"Does he really want to make you his queen?" Tony wondered.
"I guess so," you shrugged.
"Do you want to be his queen?" Steve inquired.
You nibbled your lip and looked at the ground. "Kinda."
"Did he brainwash you?" Tony asked.
You shook your head.
"Hey, Bruce," Tony called to the doctor on the other side of the room. Said doctor got up from his seat and walked over to the three of you.
"What's up?" he asked the millionaire.
"Can you run a test on this girl to see if she's been brainwashed?" Tony asked. You bit your lip again. You didn't want tests run on you!
"Sure. I can scan her brain to see if there's been any outside activity," (A/N: I feel fancy!) Bruce nodded. He turned to you and smiled. "Please, come with me."
You shook your head and backed away a step or two. "No."
"Why not?" Steve asked with a confused expression.
"My brain is fine. He hasn't done anything to me. I don't need any tests. And I want to be his queen," you replied strongly.
"We may not be able to save this one," Tony said sadly, shaking his head at your outburst.
"Might as well put her in with her 'king,'" Bruce sighed. Tony nodded and grabbed your arm, leading you back to the cell room. He took Steve with him so that he could toss you into the cage as soon as it opened without risking Loki's escape. Tony simply looked at you sadly as he and Steve left.
"What was that about?" Loki asked protectively, watching you from where he sat on his bench.
"They wanted to run tests on me to see if I had been brainwashed," you explained, awkwardly standing against the wall of the cage. "I told them that I didn't need any tests and that I wanted to be your queen, so they brought me here."
Loki raised a brow, smirking slightly. "You want to be my queen, huh?"
You felt a blush attack your face as you looked anywhere but at him. "Well... yeah..."
Loki stood up, still smirking, and walked over to you. He stood directly in front of you, halting any chance of you moving away. He lifted his hand to rest under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You simply stared at him, knowing what would happen next. Problem was, you had never been in this situation, so you awkwardly stood there waiting for him to make a move.
He did. He gently pressed his lips to yours, waiting for some kind of response. You felt a happy tingly chill run through your body. Still, you were too shy to return the action. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against yours.
"If you're going to be my queen, you need to stop being so shy," he whispered. "Let's try that again."
He returned his lips to yours. The hand that was holding your chin moved to cup your face while his free hand rested on your hip. You timidly brought one hand to rest on his shoulder and the other to cover the hand on your cheek. You mimicked his actions, moving your lips in sync with his. You quickly learned to enjoy this, closing your eyes and breathing a happy sigh. You felt something warm and wet brush your bottom lip. You gasped at the contact, allowing the appendage access to your mouth. His tongue left no section of your mouth untouched, sending a hundred chills up your spine. You failed at suppressing a shy moan.
He pulled away after a few minutes and rested his forehead against yours again. His smirk had been replaced by a soft smile.
"You'll make a fine queen," he repeated. You returned the smile and rested your head against his chest, nuzzling slightly and wrapping your arms around his middle. He wrapped both his arms around your back, keeping you close to him.

Both of you either had completely forgotten or were originally unaware of the cameras in this room. The Avengers were all watching the scene, some disgusted, some confused, and one (take a guess who) happy.