Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, work as always keeps me away from all you lovelies. Again shout out to my faithful reviewers, I adore each of you since you inspire me to keep going with this idea that haunts me day and night.

I'm gonna explore Raven's relationship with Loki for a bit more until things start getting good. But don't you worry I have plans.

Chapter 10

He finally said yes. Raven didn't bother hiding her victory dance when Henry finally said yes, yes to be her "sub" for one night. She knew he would never really submit to her, not ever, he was too tricky for that. Even when they weren't in BDSM mode, he would take advantage of any position of dominance she had, stealing pleasure, holding her tight, making her gasp for more, showing her who was boss. But not this time. She had a cunning plan for him.

"So what can I do to you?" She asked going into her closet.

Henry laughed at this process they went through. He was up for anything, and since she didn't like being slapped, that wasn't even a question. But Raven did it as a silent sign of respect, for his body, his feelings.

"You have something in mind for me?"

"I want to know what I can do," she repeated. "I don't want to get all caught up in it, and make you uncomfortable."

Shameless he said, "You can do whatever you wish to me for tonight little one."

Raven resisted rolling her eyes at his weird pet name for her. He began calling her that, not too long ago. It slipped out a day, taking them both off guard but Raven hid it better not bothering to comment on it. He began calling her little one ever since. She wrote off as his way of teasing fun at her youth and how small she was to him. It was cute.

Challenging his game Raven asked, pokerface tight. "So if I were to finger your prostate you won't mind?" She expected him to snarl at her, of course not! But instead he laughed, "You've done that before?"

"I have - So you don't mind?" Now she was skeptical.

"Oh no. In fact I'm curious now."

Henry was a kinky little shit. Not that she minded, she was all for fluid sexuality. It made her wonder about him, he didn't have any visible gay-dar or a twink vibe. He seemed to just love good, carnal sex. Again, no problem for Raven.

"Okay," she nodded. "What's your safeword?" He shook his head. "Oh come on, you need one. What if I hurt you?"

"You won't," he assured her.

"Humor me then. Pick something!"

"Fine," he relented. "... Silver."

"Good," she sighed grabbing something from her closet. Carnation pink rope. "Lie down." She saw his bemused stare, "Relax they're silk. Now, I'm gonna tie you up, so you can't manipulate the situation. When I tie you up, I'm gonna blindfold you and then we start in three minutes. Alright?"

"Perfect."

Her bed had posts on the headboard where she securely tied his hands up. He was a tall fella, so she had plenty of rope to fasten him tightly. She didn't want to put on her fetish suit yet until he was comfortable. His hands were tied above his head, she folded his legs to his thighs tying them together and the remaining rope to the bed legs. He did look pretty all spread out for her.

"Comfy?" She asked checking her knots. "Nothing pinching?" They had to be tight, but she didn't want him loosing circulation and getting leg cramps.

"Yes," he had this cheeky smile on his lips. "Impressive knots, I must say."

"Enough out of you," she gave him a peck on the lips. "Now I'll be back in three minutes. I'll let you hear the door close when I come in." She slipped the blindfold on and he was quiet.

She calmed herself, as she slipped on her PVC outfit. It was a black bra piece, and a mini skirt held up by lace strings and her natural curves, coupled with sexy heels. She already had her gear in the bathroom all laid out, and she was ready. She added some subtle makeup on her face, nothing much, just to establish some sex appeal. If her suit wasn't message enough.

"Don't you look pretty," she said coming back into the room. "Like a Christmas present."

He wanted to sass her so bad, but he wasn't allowed to talk at all. She ran her fingers down his chest, like she admiring a new car. Down his thighs, to his knees, the sides of his thighs, she didn't touch his privates at all. It wasn't about him right now. She ran his fingers along his strong arms, making an exaggerated rubbing notion on his neck as though she was pumping a huge cock.

"I think you're missing something," she mused attaching the first toy, the nipple they talked about before. Once adjusting them, she turned up the dial.

Henry's body did a little jerk. It was something she found out about him, his loved nipple play. It was one of the many things that could push his orgasm out him. She laid beside him as those perk nipples shuddered from the device on them.

"Should I turn it up higher?" She whispered hotly in his ear. "I mean, you're a big, strong man aren't you? Or should I make them tighter? I think you want them tighter."

Cruel, she stopped them, making the clasps tighter and starting the vibrator up again. He let out a tense breath.

She smiled, "I wonder if I leave you here for a while, if you'll get hard? Are you that desperate for me Henry? Or maybe I should tell you how hot I'm getting, how wet I'm getting, and you're still soft." She cackled in his ear, "Should I turn it up higher?" She flicked the dial without his permission, a gasp. "Well that help you get harder faster? Because... I'm so wet already Henry, maybe if you get thirsty I'll give you a drink... But only if you're a good boy." She took her juices from between her legs and glossed his lips.

He was getting excited, though judging from his clenched fists, he needed more than harsh nipple play. Feigning devilish boredom she drifted her nail tips over his cock, light rakes, making him tense once more. She ignored his mute plea to be touched again, and took his balls into her hands, giving them half-assed strokes. Striking the match but never getting it lit.

"Can't you get hard on your own?" She mocked. "You're not being a good boy Henry," she tutted. "I guess you won't be getting that drink after all... If you ever want anything done you have to do it yourself."

She got up getting the heated lubricant, having a stool nearby she dragged it loudly, taking a seat in front him. His cock, balls and asshole all presented before her. She blew hot air at the area.

"You're even prettier down here Henry." She was preparing her fingers for him. "I wonder, if downstairs has better management than upstairs."

She danced a finger around the puckered hole. A finger slipped in easily, to her knuckle. Henry let how a breathy sigh, as she moved in and out patting about for his prostrate. That was certainly getting him hard. It had been some time, since she did this for someone, her heart hammered at the idea of not being good at it. But seeing Henry coiling, gave her an invisible pat on the back she was doing pretty damn good.

"Jesus, you certainly enjoyed that," she added a second slippery finger. "Your asshole is barely fighting me Henry. You really want that drink don't you? Are you trying to be good for me Henry? Tell me. Tell me. Are you trying to be good for me?"

He really didn't want to say it, but it did anyways. "Yes..."

"That's my boy," never stopping her aching pace, she leaned forward taking his cock in her mouth. With one hard suck she pulled back. "You taste so good, but you aren't ready yet. I say when you're ready."

She moved her nails up and down his thigh, he shook a little, he was sensitive down there. The three continuous sparks of pleasure were getting to him now. His abused nipples, hard as rocks, his asshole teased, and her hand drifting over each sensitive spot he had no idea she had memorized. Beads of sweat were on his forehead, hair dampening at the hairline. She pulled out her three fingers, and his body unravelled a bit from the lack of stimulus.

"Oh did I hurt you?" She was being condescending. Again the lazy strokes of his ball sack as though it was helping her think. "Nah, you're fine. But you know what? I'm thirsty."

No warning she kissed the outside of his thigh, slowly going deeper until she finally took a ball into her mouth. He almost cried out in relief. She was good at this, too good, then she gave his tender hole a loving lick. His breath hitched. Callous, she danced around his legs, lips everywhere but his cock, nails scratching his sides.

It wasn't until she took away the nipple toy he found himself relieved. She sat on top him, he felt her juices soaking his stomach. She had been readying herself for him. Loki wanted nothing more than to rip these bonds off and rut into her. But he was having too much fun to let the thought be anything more than a passing breeze.

"Took you long enough," she huffed with impatience. "I thought was going have to get my vibrator and leave." She put a beaded cock cage on him. "Now tell me, who do you belong to? Depending on how good you answer, you'll get my hands or, my sopping cunt. Now," she leaned forward, pressing his member to his stomach, "who do you belong to Henry?"

This was the real kick of this whole thing. Henry had to throw that alpha male shit aside to get inside her. He had to submit like a bitch in heat. Just this once.

"Hm?" She goaded him rubbing herself against the pearls, making them roll all over him. At this point, it made him make his mind quick.

"You." His voice was thick, dry and husky. "You, Raven."

She let him wait, and second guess himself for a moment before she gladly accepted his surrender. They had builded it up, now it was harsh, wondrous thrusts. Henry was pent up not wanting to come yet, and Raven pounded, rolling and clenching making it harder for him not to throw into the towel.

"That's it," she panted. "Don't come. Don't come. Don't spoil this." Her nails ran down his chest going over his rosy nipples making him hiss. "Don't you dare come before I do," she commanded. "If you do, I'll put you through this all over again."

She had no idea Loki was physically able to undergo this all over again. But the threat had the desired effect all the same. So close, to the point of madness, Raven bit down on his hypersensitive nipple, her hands on both sides of him keeping her pace steady. It was the kill switch. They both came, Raven in a delirious moan and Loki with a curt yell. His body jerked, his body still on a high. She moved sloppily against him, biting his chin and jaw.

"That's it, fill me up Henry. I want it all. I want it all. Fill me up until it has nowhere else to go but out."

Within seconds they were slack, all fucked out. Once Raven untied Henry, they laid beside one another breathing hard enough to fog the entire room. Blindfold off, the game was over. There was silence, then laughter, giddy laughter as Henry swooped down for a kiss. Opened mouth, tongues dancing.

"You little minx," he growled grinning.

"Had fun?" She was exhausted.

"Oh yes," he kissed her again. "I did." He was a bit winded, she liked that.

"Great... We should shower, but after we have a little nap."

"Agreed," he laid beside her taking her into his arms. "I'm yours?" He chuckled.

"That's right. Get used to it. Now go to sleep."

Loki at times forgot what a genius Raven was. You never caught on to it with her boisterous colleagues and meager lifestyle, perhaps you suspected seeing her bookshelf but you never knew how gifted she was. He took pleasure knowing he wasn't just bedding any woman, that he could converse with her after a deviant sex session.

He woke up to the sound of music from the next room. A blue guitar in her hand, playing a romantic tune, eyes closed lost in the song. Her fingers moved effortlessly, knowing when and where they needed to be. She knew the tune as though she had wrote it. It wasn't until the damnable dog barked, alerting his presence did she stop. Even when she stopped, it never landed on a sour note.

"Oh, Henry, did I wake you up?"

It was hilarious, less than a hour ago, this girl had him tied down barking orders and taunting him. Now she was wide-eyed hoping to not have upset him. She was a thousand masks, he wanted to see each one. He gave a curt smirk, shooing Clover who followed him. She was rather bohemian, a shaggy dog parading about her flat, her hair messy in nothing but a baggy t-shirt. He saw some of her instruments out, again it reminded him this was Raven Stark he had just slept with. She had a cello, a keyboard, an electric cello, a fiddle and a guitar. She once told him, I try to learn something new everyday, especially a new instrument.

Tony Stark built a weapon suit. Raven Stark was a one-woman orchestra. This was his first time seeing her play it. She was known to fix instruments for a light fee.

"Were you practicing your guitar?"

"Yup!" She said proud. "I made this last year, and I've been practicing with it ever since. I guess I'm a sucker for string instruments."

"You made that?"

"Uh huh, built it, sanded it, and painted myself. Isn't he grand?"

She was a musician as a profession, but she said she also composed for friends. They were more prevalent in the music industry, and often got a deal, financially and time wise, for employing her. So to save time and effort, she had a wide spread of instruments at her disposal for such jobs. As infrequent as they were.

"You know, I tried teaching my brother to play the piano once." She laughed at it. "You know what he said? He said it was too hard, yet ask anything about robots and computers, like reciting the alphabet."

"And you?" Asked Loki. "Didn't you like robots?"

"No," she giggled. "I watched too many Doctor Who episodes to know that robots, especially smarts ones are evil."

Loki laughed, "A television show?"

She nodded, "The Cybermen and the Daleks, scariest thing to a seven year old. Everyone assumes I'm dull because of that, and they prefer to write me off. The Other Stark."

Loki shared the sentiment. While Raven had know since childhood what her future may be, she accepted her title. His had been beaten down into him. He had wanted to be recognized, while Raven didn't need to be at all. She was the child of another woman, a nameless woman, the world cared nothing about. Raven was throw in her mother's lot, but she knew that was her fate from the beginning. Unlike him who believed and hoped, until the truth smacked him in the face.

"Don't you get tired of being the Other Stark?"

"Not really. I never wanted to be a Stark in the first place... I've always been the black sheep of the family, and I've gotten over fighting and hating it."

In the various pictures in her flat he saw the Avengers, unmasked, in casual dress. He saw Van Stark, the sight of him was deja vu for Loki. Standing next to his father, they were spitting images. Van had his father's smile, his eyes, even the way they carried themselves in the frozen images, were identical. Perhaps Van's hair was a bit lighter than his father's, but he was his father's son. Raven resembled the woman, who stood alone, a single portrait. Vivian Rocher. She had bright green eyes, auburn hair with thick waves. She and Raven had the same eye and head shape, the same dreamy gaze, the same face. They were sisters from different times.

Raven rarely spoke of her mother, but each time she did, her voice was etched with ancient pain.

"Hey Henry," she turned guitar in her hand. "Can I ask you a question, semi intrusive?" His eyes allowed her to speak. "Are you Bi? I mean, not most straight guys like anal."

He grinned at her, of course she'd ask that. Mortals had to label everything. "I prefer not to label myself, but yes I have slept with men. Does that bother you?"

Truthful she shrugged, "Nope. I'm good. Your sexuality is your business."

"But," he continued, "raises the question of how you were so good at this."

The made her flush, "Well, I use to date this bisexual boyfriend. Hence why I asked you about it. Being a bit older than me, he had been with more men than women, so he liked the way men had sex with him. Not that he hated the way women did it, but he had grown accustomed to a man's touch. So he asked me to do, uhhh, things for him. Strap-ons, anal stimulation, being dominant... you know," she ended nervously, "guy stuff."

Loki smirked at her sudden exposure, pouncing on it like a predator. "And was he thorough with you? If he wanted such things from you, he must have done many things for you. Tell me, what were they?"

Raven didn't shrink back. Good. Her bravery egged him on.

"Well, he did introduce me to some things. Like anal, and bondage, rimming. Why?" She was suspicious why this mattered so much to him.

"Did he fuck you roughly?" Loki wondered.

"Oh no," Raven shook her head, "he hated to. He was very strong, so he kept thinking he might break me."

Loki felt satisfied knowing that he was turning out to be the best lover she was ever going to have. While he didn't have the chance to introduce her to various pleasures, the experience with him was always going to be better. It fluffed his ego, knowing he won the unspoken battle. He came to the couch and kissed her, making her moan into his mouth.

"What about you?" She asked. "Any weird exes I should be worried about?"

He had lovers. Bountiful women whom did whatever he asked, and various lovers to be fucked raw and weary by. It was nothing to him. He never had a romantic attachment to any of them. Thor had been the one with the many courtships, they all loved Thor, the whores, the princesses, the queens, the wenches. They all wanted Thor.

"Nothing exceptional," he shrugged.

"Seriously?" She didn't believe it. Loki was torn by gloating that she excepted women to be chasing him down, and the sting that there never was anyone for him. "Not even a Josephine Baker?

"A Josephine Baker?"

"You know! And exotic showgirl type, a woman of the world." She stood up doing a little line dance, singing a French song under her breath. "Nothing?" She sat back down deflated.

He awaited a question from her. But she let the conversation fall away. Loki didn't want to silence to remain, he wanted her to ask him. "Aren't you going to ask me?" She lifted her head, lost. "If you're exceptional?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. She thought for a moment, weighing if she wanted to go there. "Well... I figured you'd let me know when you want me to, or not tell me at all."

He prodded her once more. Her dismissal made him aggressive. "And if I never tell you? Aren't you curious at all?"

Again, nonchalant. "Why should I fish for compliments? I made you come didn't I? You were grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I think I did okay."

He laughed in her face. She had passed a test, he couldn't explain it, but Raven had yet again exceeded his expectations. She didn't care if he left her someday. She didn't care if she wasn't the best lover he had. She didn't care about having his undying approval. She didn't care about his sexual preferences. She didn't care to bend her back to his games, if there was no gain for her.

"What?" She asked seeing his out of place smile. "What?"

He summoned something in her hand, pretending it was in his jeans pocket. "Merry Christmas Raven," he took her hand and dropped it in it. "I won't be able to spend Christmas with you this year. But I got you a present, just the same."

Raven opened her hand, "You got me a ... Shite." She lifted up a necklace with her hand. It was on a gold chain, two gold feathers joined like wings, fine black diamonds on each millimeter of the pendant. She held her hand out to him, as though it might bite her. "This is..."

"Fourteen carat gold feather pendant with black diamonds, on a barley chain." He took it from her fastening it around her neck. "It's a bit simple, but I knew you would love it."

"I... I... I... can't." She touched it with a single finger. "It's beautiful... But it's too much."

"It's not, and you will," he kissed her neck. "It does look stunning on you."

"But, but, my gift..."

Loki waved her off, "I don't need a present."

He had no intention of spending the holidays with her, he wanted to study her with her family. Beforehand he had errands to run, Idunn Apples to retrieve, things to do, places to be. He wanted to study them with her, see if they may pick up on him if she mentioned him. All whilst wearing his gift. The idea thrilled him.

"But, I got you a present," said Raven. Loki fell short as she got up going into her bedroom retrieving a plastic bag. "I saw them, and thought of you. If we weren't exchanging presents I thought I'd hide them for another occasion." He took the bag from her. "It's pretty dull compared to this."

"Books," he held the two hard covers. "Frankenstein and Paradise Lost." He chuckled, "You got tired of me stealing your copy."

"I figured you'd like this one better." She took the book from him, opening it. "See? It doesn't have the glossary like mine does, and it's one of the vintage editions. I bought Frankenstein with it since, uh, Mary Shelley was inspired by Paradise Lost to write Frankenstein." She kept her head down, feeling his eyes on her. "She said something like anyone who tries to be God, will be struck down or cursed. And that God didn't make Man with cruelty, they learned that feature on their own." She scratched her head, "I'd thought you might like them since you don't have much novels at your house."

Loki stared at the books. A thoughtful gift. Too thoughtful. The only other person who had enough sense to give him books as presents, was his mother, Frigga. The thought of her made the chip in his armor crack wider open. The hard covers reminded him, of the books on Asgard. Loki didn't feel nostalgia, but the effort Raven had behind these books made him look at her. He stared hard into her face, green eyes meeting brown. A fight she won with a single, startled blink.

"You don't like them? I was gonna buy The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but I figured... What?"

"Nothing. They're fine." He caressed her jawline. "Really."

She smiled, eyes shrinking as her cheeks rose up from her smile. She tucked her hair behind her ears, hand going to the necklace. "But this is... Why did you get me this Henry?"

They just have you convinced you aren't any worth spoiling, don't they? Loki leaned in and kissed her, putting the books on the table, next to the guitar she had laid down. Cradling her neck he helped guide her back down on her back. Once trapped underneath him he said, "You have that because I think you should have it." He stroked her hair, "I think, you should be lavished in beautiful things. Befitting your beauty."

She sniggered at him. Not mocking him, but at the compliment. "What are you saying?"

Genius child, and this was her biggest problem. She was nothing like Stark, humble, modest yet a wolf cub. It called to him, which was not a good thing for her. Loki was never one to abandon a puzzle, and Raven was becoming one.

"You'll figure it out," he said. He took her shirt off, "I'll give you a head start."

Loki didn't want to let Raven go. He wanted to keep her. He was greedy, he wanted it all, and he was never satisfied. Raven was like nothing he ever came across, heart fleeting and dying with each breath yet her mind was woven with wisdom most gods had no conception of. For that reason he wanted her, all the borrowed time she had left, he wanted it. He might use her against Stark but she would belong to him.

She would be his, her last days, her last hours. He was going to still them from all she loved. Her loss would be the greatest scar. He took great pride in knowing how fickle his prize may be her last days would belong to him and the pain of her loved ones will feed his greed.

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