A/N: So I'm going to personally take time out here to thank SierraLaufeyson for reviewing, and you all should as well. If not for her, this chapter would not exist. I'm not kidding when I say reviews make me write faster... if I think you're loving it, I'll make more. So SierraLaufeyson, this chapter is for you. The rest of you, even if your review just says "wow" or "love it!" send it anyway! It'll take 5 seconds and make my day, I guarantee it!
Obligatory warning: contains M rated content. Back to the plot next chapter.
Obligatory disclaimer: I do not own the first half of the plot, or 90% of the characters. If I did, Loki and I would be too busy acting out the M rated content for me to write you any.
I was in the shower, running my hands through my hair and washing out the soap when I heard the door click open. I sighed quietly, ignoring it for now. Helping Loki in his plan had seemed like the right idea. He was so sure of its success, and the world he spoke of after seemed like a much brighter place than the world I lived in now. But then the Avengers stopped his plan, and I had been shot defending the scheme. I hated S.H.I.E.L.D. and that was never going to change, but outside of the agency I had no life.
No life except for Loki, now.
Was that really a good path to keep following, I wondered? I had been shot; I nearly died for his ideals, and he whisked me off to Sussex, speaking of another plan. Wouldn't it be easier – safer – to leave him to his machinations?
The curtain twitched aside and the god of mischief slid into the shower behind me, trademark smirk upon his face. It wasn't an awfully large shower, my back having to press up against his bare chest. A blush rose to my cheeks. Did he know I had doubts? Was he here to chastise me?
A hand brushed my wet hair to the side, and his mouth brushed against my neck. A long finger caressed my rosy cheek.
"Thinking of me, little one?" he murmured into my skin.
I took a sharp breath as his palms slid across my skin, one hand pausing at my bare breasts. I barely had time to enjoy his fingers twisting my nipple and cupping the breast before his other hand slid across my hip and glided in between my legs. His deep seductive laugh vibrated against my skin. "I can tell you have, sweetie. No need to deny it."
His hands spun me around, and his body pressed me against the wall of the shower. His lips descended on mine as his fingers plunged into me. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his smirk grow in response. It was not the only thing I felt growing, however. Removing his fingers, he slid them up, teasing as he pinched my clit, but continued up. A saddened look must have passed my face for he chuckled again, before moving his lips to my ear.
"Do not fret, my dear. I am not done with you yet." His hot breath caressed my skin and I shivered. His teeth grazed my neck, my collarbone, and his hands slid around to lift me off the ground.
His lips slid from my collarbone and the hollow of my neck to encase one of my nipples; another moan escaping my mouth as his tongue and teeth tortured me. Sliding me back down, his lips captured mine as he pushed his length into me, my legs wrapping around his waist.
"Loki…" I moaned pathetically, feeling him pulse deep inside me. He lifted me up slightly again before pressing himself in deep, his breath ragged on my neck.
"Tell me what you want, my sweet." An arm snaked around my waist to control our animalistic movements, the other knotting in my hair and pulling my head back.
"Oh – I want… I want you." I complied with his wishes, unable to fight.
"That is correct my sweet." He lifted me, so that barely his tip was inside before pausing. "And what would you do to have me?"
I moaned, trying to squirm back down onto his cock. Failing, I opened my mouth and pleaded with the god of mischief. "Please… anything. I already promised you everything."
"And you should do well to remember it." He hissed, before dropping me back onto his length. Mercilessly, he continued to fuck me as I squirmed and squealed and moaned; powerless in his grasp. As his pace quickened I felt the beginnings of pressure building up in my abdomen, and tightened my legs around his slender hips.
"Loki…" I whimpered. "Loki, I…"
"Hush." He growled. "Not until I am done with you, my sweet."
My hips bucked and a shiver took my body. "Loki, I can't…"
His hand clapped over my mouth as his green eyes met mine. "Come then, pet. Come now for me." He pressed his cock into me deep and I felt his seed fill me, releasing the pressure. I moaned into his hand, shudders succumbing my body, leaning back against the wall of the shower, completely exhausted. He removed himself, letting me slide to the bottom of the shower, before leaving me alone in the bathroom.
Still sitting in the bottom of the shower I let the now-cold water wash over me, as my face burned and hot tears slid down my cheeks. Whether or not Loki's plan was successful I had to keep following him, obeying him. He was my life now, he had granted me my freedom. He offered me more – more freedom, more power – once we were successful. But that was not all I wanted anymore. I wanted to be with him, to rule at his side.
Because I had fallen to love the god of mischief, overlord and saviour of Earth.