A/N: NSFW

"Lo-Loki?" I quietly asked as I struggled to stand, swaying slightly to the left. He groaned. "Loki!" I ran to him slamming onto my knees and turned him onto his side. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he spoke in hushed Asgardian words. "Loki, wake up," I pleaded shaking him in hopes that he would snap out of it. "I know that I know a lot of things but I have no idea how to handle an unconscious god."

His mouth continued to whisper and I fell from my knees onto my bottom. Loki's face was much paler than usual and it crinkled every time he inhaled. I looked up at the ceiling debating on whether I should take him to the hospital or not when he jolted into a rigid sitting position and gasped for air.

I scrambled back in surprise clutching at my beating heart and held back a scream that was stuck in my throat. I watched with wide eyes as Loki's chest dropped up and down in heavy strokes. He flicked his green-eyed gaze to me, then slowly turned his head. I swallowed past the scream and urged myself to relax.

"What in the nine worlds happened?" he asked, his voice surprisingly even.

"You-you-you," I shook my head and blinked a few times to regain my composure. "You teleported us to my room and then just kind of..." I lamely gestured to the floor, "fell." Well, at least I regained some composure.

Loki licked his lips back and forth with the tip of his tongue while his eyes buzzed around. I stood up and he jumped to his feet. He held out his hands, his mouth open and ready to speak when he noticed the dry blood and lacerations that cut along his knuckles. He pulled his hand to his face and deeply frowned.

"This is new," he said, almost as if he were bored.

I reached out for his elbow and nodded toward the bathroom door. "Come on, lets get those cuts cleaned." I wasn't certain if gods were prone to infections or not but I didn't want to risk it.

Loki flicked his gaze back to his hands and flexed his knuckles. Blood pooled from one of the reopened cuts. We both stared at it as it trembled, afraid to fall. Loki exhaled, the dark red bubble trickled down his finger. "Hopefully you won't need stitches."

He allowed me to led him to the adjoining room though he refused to sit despite heavily swaying back and forth. I searched the bathroom cupboards and managed to scrounge up some peroxide and a couple different ointment creams under the sink. I grabbed for a couple of ragged washclothes and looked him over.

Loki was a mess. There were bags under his eyes and I couldn't tell if the cloudiness was from being still drunk or if he was completely confused as to what was happening to his body. His movements were languished and heavy and as I cleaned his small cuts on his hands first I found myself constantly repeating what I was saying.

When I asked him to remove his bloodstained tee he was staring directly at me. I waved my hand in front of him and he remained unresponsive. I sighed. This was turning out to be a lot like caring for a child. And to be honest, I wasn't very good with children.

I set the bloodied rag onto the bathroom counter and began to peel off his top, starting at the bottom and lifting up. Something registered in his face and he moved my hands away and tugged the shirt off himself. He made a hissing sound as the fabric clung to the drying blood on his pale flesh.

I spun him around, careful not to let my gaze linger at his fairly chiseled chest. I set to clean off the dried blood around his neckline and behind his ears, checking for shards of glass that might have gotten stuck in the cuts.

"I don't think you'll need stitches," I stated tossing the soiled rags into the sink. "You should probably shower and then maybe eat something." I was no doctor but he really wasn't looking so hot and replenishing his body seemed like a good first step.

Loki remained quiet. I swallowed casting my gaze everywhere but at him. After a few awkward moment passed I walked around him to start up a shower. The water ran extremely hot and I adjusted the squeaky knobs until it was at a luke-warm setting.

I kept my hand under the rushing water testing its temperature. My mind raced with flashing images of Loki's pale blue hand gripping onto that man's face. I still saw the steam pouring from underneath Loki's palm and the screams of pain as the flesh was being burned off. I shuddered.

Those men at the bar never stood a chance against Loki. I shouldn't have been so surprised to see him toss men twice his size across a room but I was. It made my stomach twist and turn at the memory of Loki splattering blood onto his neck and chin. His eyes were wide with rage, angry because someone had hurt me.

I dared to look at him. He was still entrapped with the mortal wounds. I scrapped my teeth against my bottom lip and turned my attention back to the shower, pulling the lever up so that water poured down like a waterfall. I watched the water trickle around the metal rim and frowned as I tried to block out the biggest question in my mind.

What was I going to do about Loki?

"Do you suppose they will scar?" he asked flexing his fingers back and forth watching the fresh blood roll down his hand. Hayden peered over her shoulder as she closed the shower curtain. "I've never scarred before."

Hayden grimaced and stepped forward grabbing his wrist firmly. He stopped moving and flicked his gaze toward hers. "If you keep doing that you probably will scar. So stop."

He blinked slowly. Not many women dared to snap at him the way Hayden did. And if they did he would make certain they never dared to again. But there was something about the fierceness in her wavering green eyes and the way that she chewed on her puckered lips that he found almost endearing. She was fragile, easy to break but he was reminiscent of a delicate butterfly. There was no fun plucking the wings off a harmless creature.

He found himself smiling at her will to prove herself and he wanted to reach down and devour her in return. Loki moved slightly forward. Hayden was quick to react considering how much alcohol her frail body had consumed. She let go of his wrist, letting his hand flop to his side, and held up her palm to his naked chest.

He looked down at her splayed fingers and quickly shot his gaze back to Hayden. Her eyes were wide and her face-as was to be expected-a vibrant red. She pulled her hand back and nodded toward the shower.

The sound of water splashing onto the porcelain floor echoed through the small room. Steam began to pour out from behind the shower curtain making it difficult to breath. Still under the effects of the Midgardian beverages his stomach knotted tight and his head spun at the sight of blood drying along his fingers.

"Not many on Asgard scar," he slowly said slipping off his shoes and pulling off his socks. "We have minerals and potions and," he flicked his gaze to Hayden as he looped his finger around his belt. Hayden turned a deeper shade of violet and tried to head out the door. Loki blocked her way and started to pull the belt free from its restraints, "and we have magic to remedy these small insignificant wounds," he finished tossing the belt at Hayden's feet.

"Whenever Thor and I would find ourselves in a heated battle Odin would make us fight one another like men and not teething toddlers," he said in s mocking tone, Odin's thunderous voice echoed through his mind. "He would forbid Frigga from using her sorcery to heal us. He said that scars were badges of honor, that we should wear them proudly. Magic or not we healed fast and our cuts cleaned nicely."

He tilted his head and blinked as Hayden contorted her small face into a concerned frown. "He would make you and Thor physically fight?"

It wasn't so bad, Loki thought recalling the rush of adrenaline and sweat that soaked his palm as he tightly gripped his sword. It was where Loki learned a lot of his skill in both swords and magic. The face the first time Loki managed to teleport completely behind his brother was a memory he would never forget.

Loki cleared his throat. Now was not the time for emotional sentiments. "Odin always liked to use tough love on Thor and I," he answered Hayden and continued," he would say it would make us wiser for when the throne would be ours. He always looked to Thor when he spoke of the crown."

Loki began to unbutton his pants. "As a child I never noticed but as I got older I did. For a long time I convinced myself that Thor was the eldest, the throne belonged to him by right of birth."

But when he learned the truth of his heritage it all became clear. "I was never intended to wear the crown. Odin could not bear to have his Kingdom under the rule of a Frost Giant. I was born no prince but as a peace treaty."

Hayden stared at him, any color in her face had long dissipated. Her chest heaved up and down in slow gasps. Loki stepped closer, pulling his trousers down so that they dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them wearing nothing but an undergarment Hayden had called briefs. Loki had certaintly thought they were aptly named, they were uncomfortably short.

Hayden refused to move her gaze anywhere but at his eyes. She held her chin high, a few strands of dark brown hair that always smelled so sweet fell off her shoulder. He ravished her with his gaze, his nostrils flared at the sight of her creamy, pale skin pulsating under his stare. Loki was no stranger to lust and he had had his fair share of incredibly beautiful women. Hayden was nothing special but he felt an ache when he thought of bringing her harm.

"Delicate butterfly," he whispered under his breath and reached forward slipping his hand along her soft, warm cheek. His gaze flickered to the burn marks along her supple skin, damaged because of an indolent whore.

He felt his breathing grow heavy and his nostrils flared. I should have killed her for what she did to Hayden, he thought to himself, she should pay for the pain she caused. Hayden was not beautiful by conventional Asgardian standards but her Midgardian looks had their merit. And that ice-skating wench had left a mark upon her face.

Then he touched her. Because of what he was, he hurt her. But she wasn't mad. She knew it was unintentional, that he hadn't intended to harm her. It was pointless to be angry and he didn't understand. She had every right to be frightened of him and to call him a monster but she offered him a drink instead. She had every right to let him smite the fool of a girl to the ground but she had said it was fine because it was an accident.

Loki gazed at Hayden examining her as though she were a new species to him. Her chest heaved up and down in slow drops and her eyes continued to avoid his almost naked lower half. And, as he took in everything about this short, stubborn, know-it-all perfectionist he realized she was a new species. He had never found himself intrigued in something very long but even he knew that a new species deserved to have every piece of it poked and prodded at just to better understand it. And what fun he had prodding the S.H.I.E.L.D. girl.

He exhaled sharply and leaned his face downward. "Show me," she whispered her lips brushing against his.

Loki pulled slightly back and blinked. "Show you what?"

Hayden grabbed his hand and slowly moved it from the side of her face. "Show me. I want to see what you're so ashamed of."

Loki was taken aback. He opened his mouth and turned his head to the right. Hayden stared at him with both brows flung to the middle of her forehead.

He wiggled his hand from her grasp. "You wish to see my jötnar form?" Hayden nodded. He started to shake his head no. "I've no desire to play dress up, Hayden,"he breathed in an over-the-top annoyed tone. "And neither should you."

"Show me," she demanded once more, her tone softer yet stern.

Loki sighed and closed his eyes. He had no reason to show Hayden. She certainly had no reason to order him about. It definitely had to be the Midgardian liquor that was clouding his sense of judgment. When he opened his eyes he caught sight of the pale, blue, crystal-like skin and bright red eyes in the mirror.

He quickly looked away and dared a look at Hayden. Her breathing had quickened and any color she had in her face was gone. She licked her lips and stepped forward, reaching her hand toward him with outstretched fingers.

Loki turned away from her. "Don't touch me you'll burn your skin," he snapped looking over his shoulder at her. She stopped moving toward him and slowly put her hand to her side. Satisfied that she had seen enough of his monstrous form he returned to his costume of Asgardian royalty.

"I warned you," he said in a low tone, breaking the silence that fell between them.

Hayden chewed on her lower lip for a moment. Loki could feel the bathroom begin to cool as the shower had most likely gotten cold. He moved forward, maneuvering himself around Hayden to reach for the knobs when he felt her lips brush against his neck.

Loki stiffened and returned to a standing position not prepared for Hayden's arms to wrap around his waist and for her swollen lips to claim his own. She tasted of stale liquor and smelled of fruity cocktails, her skin soft under Loki's cut and bruised hands.

"You still need a shower," she reminded him, her mouth firmly against her ear.

Loki smiled to himself and slid his hands down her back. He firmly grabbed onto her hips and pushed himself against her. "Then join me," he growled teleporting them both under the cold water that spouted from the rusting shower head.

Hayden gasped beneath his lips. The water soaked through her hair making it difficult to run his fingers through the strands. Loki slid his hands down the side of her arms, the water trickled between his touch. He pulled away from her kisses and peered down at her through the streams of rushing water. Breathless, she looked up.

It had to be the alcohol, he thought to himself as he brought his hand to her shoulder. Hayden had always been beautiful for a Midgardian woman but in that moment she had transcended that beauty and he had never seen anything more delicate and worth protecting. Loki stilled the touch of his fingers along her supple skin, his grasp gently tucked under the strap of her soaking, wet top.

Yes, he mused reaching down to place his lips on her porcelain skin. His state of being was compromised, nothing more. Feeling better about what was happening between the two of him he brought his mouth down onto the thin material and pulled at it with his teeth.

Hayden tensed, which was to be expected. The woman was always so wound up. Well, he would take great pleasure in making sure she was plenty relaxed. He would have her naked and sprawled beside him with her cheeks flushed red and her hair pooled around her creamy shoulders by the end of the night.

Loki pressed against her, pushing her back against the wall, his lips still on her warm neck. He felt her exhale slowly, her body still rigged as he moved his hands to her hips and lifted her up along the wall, situating himself between her legs.

"These must be terribly uncomfortable," he growled against the bottom of her ear. "Let me help you take them off," he pressed his mouth onto hers and pushed three fingers against the middle of her soaking jeans.

She started to reach down and unbutton her jeans when Loki ran his other hand along her leg. The thick, sloshy material was quickly gone and he could feel every goosebump along Hayden's thigh. She shivered as he lazily dragged his mouth along her Hawkins and finally onto her own mouth. Hayden hesitated at first, her lips were nearly unresponsive.

Loki pressed his fingers harder against Hayden's almost non-existent underwear. She moaned quietly against his lips, pushing her lower half onto his touch. He felt thick and hard, his entire being craving to hear her call out his name. He needed to feel her surrender at his touch.

He rubbed back and forth, slowly at first then more intently as Hayden racked her teeth along his bottom lips. He smiled into her groans. If causing mischief was what he was known for then Hayden was in for a surprise at what else he could do.

Hayden gasped as Loki moved his hand from her inner thigh and placed it onto her flat stomach. He worked his fingers onto the soaked material and began to pull up, trailing his fingers slowly along her curvy sides. She dragged her hands down his arms sending jolts of pleasure in his lower abdomen, his cock twitching against Hayden's naked thighs.

The shirt hit the floor of the shower splashing water along his legs. He was quick to move his hands onto her lacy, white bra. Even conservative Hayden in her plain lingerie left him breathing hard and uneven. Licking his lips he cupped her small breasts in the palm of each hand marveling at how perfectly they fit his grasp. Hayden thrusted her heaving chest forward spilling water off the contours of her pale, round breasts.

He leaned his head down, bending his neck so that the cold water of the shower ran down his back. His lips claimed the middle of her neck working their way down to the lining of her bra. "Tell me Hayden how you still think me vile," he whispered, their last drunken encounter replaying through his head. She had looked like Asgardian royalty that night as well. "You still think me a beast?"

She squirmed at the thrust of his finger pulling aside the thin material of her cotton underwear and entering inside her. A moan escaped her swollen lips, her body moving against each thrust, urging him to go deeper; another finger slipped inside.

He felt himself grow, a pulsating rhythm strummed along the tip with each plunge of his fingers. Her core was hot and ready, squeezing and releasing as her slid in a third finger. Hayden was quick to tense, her thighs crushing at his hand.

Loki pulled his fingers out and brought his hand to the middle of her back. His eager fingers trembled as they worked on the clasps of her bra. It fell off with ease, the straps sliding down her arms. Hayden removed the brassiere letting it land a top the shirt.

He brought his mouth onto a hard, pink nipple, his fingers kneaded the tender flesh around it. A small moan escaped as his tongue wrapped around her erect nipple and she bucked her waist hard against him as he brought his teeth gently onto the supple skin.

He looked up from the swollen nipple into Hayden's flushed face. Her cheeks were red and lips swollen. Her dark hair was smeared across her forehead and shoulders trailing streams of water down the curves of her body. Alcohol or not there was no point in denying the simple fact that despite Hayden's stubbornness and naive ways she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. And he would take great pleasure in making sure that she was his and only his. He growled and leaned into her, inhaling the mixture of lingering alcohol and faint body soap. Yes, she was his.

Loki thought of the man-Bryce-that Hayden knew at the bar. He vividly recalled the way her face turned that particular shade of pink when she was caught by surprise. He also remembered the twinge of dislike as Loki saw the way that Bryce had looked her up and down ravishing her after seeing the way she moved on the dance floor. Loki pressed himself against Hayden and a small moan issued from her throat. He bent down to kiss her collarbone, trailing his tongue along the contours of her flesh. Yes, she was all his and only his.

"Perhaps we should move this to a more desirable place," he suggested noticing the goosebumps along her arms. Hayden inhaled sharply then nodded. He pressed his hands firmly against her bottom and told her to wrap her arms around his neck.

Loki had learned to teleport at a very young age. Thor never had the talent for magic the way that he did and their mother-Frigga, had noticed Loki's knack for it when he accidentally turned Thor's wooden sword into a ribbon. While Thor cried to Frigga she decided then to teach Loki the way of sorcery rather than the way of a warrior, like Odin taught Thor.

As the years grew on and his magic became stronger with time Loki was able to teleport across realms if he desired. When Odin stripped Thor of his powers he took his strength and ability to wield his hammer. When Odin stripped Loki of his powers he made it so it happened gradually, his powers weakened over time until they soon would be no more.

His more powerful magic was the first to go leaving him with what he called parlor tricks. Levitating objects and turning water to wine were levels below his true power. Yet, teleportation had remained strong with him.

So when he closed his eyes and imagined Hayden's naked, wet body sprawled onto the bed he was a little surprised to see they had appeared just outside the bathroom door. He inhaled sharply and turned his gaze to look at the bed. His chest heaved up and he tried once more zapping beside the dresser.

"I-I do not understand," he whispered releasing Hayden on top of the wooden dresser. Loki brought his pruning hands to his face frowning at the pink cuts and yellow bruises along his knuckles. "What is..." he looked up at Hayden's confused expression.

She started to wiggle off of the dresser but Loki was quick to respond and grabbed her waist roughly. "I am not done with you," he said and Hayden flinched.

"Loki, I really don't think-"

He pushed his lips onto hers, their teeth clashed together. His sharp tongue pried her lips open and forced itself inside. The taste of blood mixed with saliva filled his mouth and he pulled Hayden closer against him, digging his nails into the skin of her small waist.

He slid his hand along her thigh, forcing them apart and situating himself so that his hardness pressed against her center. His fingers shoved her drying underwear aside and pierced the inside causing her to cry out.

Loki claimed her lips, instantly silencing her. "Do fear me," he growled shoving his finger deeper into her. She squirmed at his touch, swallowing her cries of mixed pleasure. Her thighs tightened against his fingers, synching with each thrust. "Do not forget Hayden that you are Midgardian girl," he seethed, his lips moved onto her ear. "and I am a God."

He shifted his hands, moving his fingers from the pool around her thighs and slipped off his soaking briefs. He kicked them aside and knelt down to pull of Hayden's underwear dragging her off the dresser and onto the floor so that her naked center was in front of his face. He slowly stood up letting the underwear fall at her feet.

His long fingers wrapped around her arm and he yanked her onto her knees. "Kneel before me like you were made to do."

"Loki," she pleaded, hot tears streamed down her paling cheeks. "You're scared and you're angry and you're your powers," she struggled to stand but he pushed her back onto her knees causing her to cry out. "Please don't do this."

"I am the God of Mischief," he laughed grabbing a handful of her damp, wavy hair. "I have nothing to fear."

She looked up at him with green eyes filled with tears silently pleading that he not make her do this. He snarled at her, "I thought you wanted this."

Her bottom lip trembled and she dropped her gaze to the floor. "Not like this," her quiet voice cracked.

He roughly grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her up by her feet. He inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring as he up and down. Loki considered tossing her onto the bed and having his way with her. After all she was beneath him, she should be at his feet begging that he give himself to her.

A single tear trickled down her cheek, struggling to make its way down the pink scars that were forming at the surface of her skin. He paused. What the fuck was he doing?

Slowly he brought his hand down to her face, his finger flicking the droplet away. Hayden cringed at his touch and he stopped, hovering his hand above her cheek. He licked his lips and huffed in mock laughter.

Loki leaned forward, brushing his lips against her ear, letting go of her hair. "Your mortal lips are not worthy of tasting the fruits of a God."

He scrapped his teeth against her tender lobe. He gave her one last look of contempt and closed his eyes flickering a few times before he managed to appear at the bedside in the guest bedroom, knocking into the nightstand. He toppled backwards, tripping against the wall and landing with a heavy thud.

His lungs burned as he inhaled sharply through his nose, sweat trickled down his temples. With trembling hands he wracked his fingers through his damp, curly hair and slid down the cold wall. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, resting his elbows on his naked knees.

"What sort of redemption did you plague me with All-Father?"

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