Annalise and Loki did their best to casually reintegrate into the guest pool. Once back in the museum, they parted ways and went to their respective restrooms.

Though external physical evidence of her alleyway tryst with Loki was minimal,

Annalise still felt as though she was executing a major walk of shame as she entered the

women's room. The sound of her heels on the tile floor seemed deafening as she made her way

between the other women busy powdering their noses.

She cleaned herself up to the best of her ability. It was crude, but wetting paper towels she sought refuge in one of the stalls to rid her thighs of the drying culmination of mutual orgasm. She then made sure to wipe off the lipstick Loki had smeared on her neck and mouth. After washing her hands, Annalise smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress before joining in the mass exodus of women filing back out into the museum.

Annalise smiled politely at the other women as they made their way towards the stairs. She started when screams echoed throughout the vaulted ceilings. The group of women leaving the restroom merged with the stampeding guests, running frantically for the exit of the museum.

Her gut twisted. She had a bad feeling they were running from Loki. Up until now, the worst behavior she'd witnessed from him was his seeming inability to hear her protests while balls deep inside her. Cautiously descending the staircase, her eyes widened in horror as she caught sight of Loki looming over another man, positioning an awful looking machine on its tripod over the man's eye. All in the vicinity screamed in revulsion Loki forcibly removed the man's iris for the scan.

She had to look away, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle her own dismay.

This was not the man she knew. The man she knew was rather sex starved and had an ego more inflated than a blimp, but never had she seen him this violent.

Trembling, she gripped the railing, stumbling down the stairs until she reached Loki's side just as his suit transitioned seamlessly into gold and green armor.

"Loki," she whispered.

Had he been human, her quiet whimper would've gone unheard. Asgardian hearing seemed to be superior to that of homo sapiens, and Loki's eyes shot to Annalise. The knuckles of the hand the gripped the bannister were white, and all of a sudden she felt as though her lungs were no longer able to take in sufficient air.

This was a really inconvenient time for a panic attack.

Luckily for Anna, Loki acted too quickly for her body to go into full hyperventilation mode.

Roughly he grabbed her arm and tugged her along with him.

"Never will you use my given name in the presence of anyone else," he hissed, not bothering to stop for eye contact to reinforce the severity of her infraction. There was no need.

Annalise was positive her upper arm already had bruises from how hard his fingertips were digging into the tissue.

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry what?"

She licked her lip. She knew what he wanted to hear.

"My King," she spoke softly.

Though they never fell, tears gathered in her eyes. Between the pain of his grasp and the insanity of what was becoming a reality before her eyes, she didn't even notice. However, they did not go unnoticed by Loki.

As they neared the open entrance of the museum, he whipped her to the side, using her bodyweight as momentum as he wielded her by her arm. He faced her head on, horned helmet and all, and backed her against the wall for the second time that night.

His expression softened just the tiniest bit.

"You have nothing to fear, little peach. You'll not be harmed. I have use for you. Once we get outside, you will give me a grand introduction and then retire to my bed for the night. There's no need for you to witness what follows."

Did he mean more violence?

"Not all subjects submit as beautifully as you," he crooned, pressing his lips against the corner of her mouth in a deceivingly affectionate manner. She knew he could easily snap her in half.

"Now, come."

As they crossed the street, nearing the gaggle of guests corralled by Loki's duplicates, the blare of a siren sounded. The vehicle hurtled towards the pair and Loki lashed out, shooting a bolt of blue energy smashing into the ambulance, sending it flying back the way it came and landing with an explosion.

Pressure on her lower back urged her forward, even as Loki slowed behind her. Anna approached the terrified crowd and cleared her throat.

"Ladies and gentleman, be calm, please," she spoke clearly. "May I present to you Earth's new king. Please, do as he says and no one will be hurt." There was a hint of desperation to her voice. Loki hadn't given her a script to work from, nor had be promised compliancy would prevent injury… She was hoping he recognized her plea.

Loki bowed his head at Annalise in questionably authentic appreciation, doing his best to demonstrate before his subjects that he rewarded obedience. The god walked in front of her, his hand pressing against her hip to herd her back behind him as he addressed his public.

"Kneel before me. I said kneel!"

Everyone, including Annalise jumped at the volume and ferocity with which Loki bellowed. He was obeyed out of fear.

"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?"

He raised his hands in triumph and continued, walking amongst his kneeling subjects.

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

Annalise gasped in horror as an older man stood and addressed Loki.

"Not to men like you."

Trying to get the gentleman's attention, Anna fervently shook her head from behind Loki, desperately trying to discourage him from rebelling. The newly crowned king simply grinned at his first opportunity to rectify resistance.

"There are no men like me."

"There are always men like you," the human sighed sadly.

"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example."

Loki lowered his staff and pointed it at the perpetrator, a humming ball of blue energy forming near the bladed tip. He fired, though the bolt never reached its intended target. A man in a spandex dropped to the ground, using his shield to bounce the bolt back at the god.

She heard the Captain mutter something righteous at Loki, and then the two erupted in flashes of spangled red, white and blue and regal gold and green. Cap flung his shield at Loki, catching it as it ricocheted off his opponent's armor. The men grappled, lunging and swinging at each other with their respective weapons. Loki fought using his scepter as a sword and battering ram while the Captain bludgeoned and blocked with his shield.

Annalise took several steps back, trying to anticipate which direction the fight was moving. Loki was clearly stronger than the other man, but when a hovering SHIELD aircraft started bellowing orders at the god, she became even more unnerved. Everything was happening so quickly, it was surreal.

A flutter of panic ran through her. There was a good chance she'd go down if Loki did. She had been in his possession long enough to have graced SHIELD's Most Wanted list. Definitely not as a priority, but she doubted they would simply let her go free.

As Iron Man emerged from the sky, she yelled out to Loki, who was hovering over Captain America, ready to strike with a fatal blow. A Super Soldier and a mechanical man were an unfair match against Loki. She had to get them out of there.

"We have to go!"

Loki's concentration broke at the sound of her familiar voice, and the Winter Soldier got one last strike in, knocking the god onto his back. Mr. Stark was lowering himself to the ground using the rockets of his suit, the eyes of his mask locked onto the god. Annalise kicked off her troublesome heels and ran to him, tugging on Loki's armored arm as if she had the strength to haul him to his feet.

The roar of an aircraft piloted by a glowing, blue eyed Agent Barton distracted both all four. When the agent lowered the machine just enough so that the ramp touched the ground, he motioned for them to board. The god snatched up Annalise slung her over his shoulder with one arm and used the other aim his staff, sending off several last blasts of blue energy at the Avengers.

x

When Annalise next saw him, Loki was yelling into a satellite phone in one of the airplane's suites. Someone was getting an earful for their lack of discretion with Stuttgart. Loki had changed from his armor back into his suit and was seated on the red velvet cushion of an intricately carved armchair painted with gold. As usual, his long legs were casually splayed wide open, his dressy leather shoes planted a shoulders width apart.

Tonight had not gone well. It wasn't an entire failure since the iridium had been procured, but he was unhappy and she could feel his ire from across the plane. He was livid that the Avengers had attacked, and the room was so charged with his rage that the air practically crackled around him.

Even the hypnotized SHIELD agents were concerned he'd somehow unintentionally interfere with the flight, be it through displaced magic or the slaughter of his men.

She had a feeling she was the only one on the aircraft with the ability to soothe him… but she only had one strategy. She had to hope it worked.

Nervously she bit her lip, shifting her weight back and forth between her bare feet. She took a breath and held it as she moved forward to her King, faking a confidence she most definitely didn't feel. Loki glanced up as she walked towards him and a dark brow arched in questioning irritation.

Her steps were even and measured as she padded to him, the train of her deep green gown dragging behind her. In the scuffle the delicate fabric of her dress had been torn and many of the strings of beading ripped and ruined. Her hair had fallen loose around her shoulders and now framed her face in soft waves. Cautiously she ventured between his legs and sank to her knees. She didn't dare look up at him, knowing she'd lose her resolve whether or not he was staring at her. Instead, she knelt and slowly lay her head to rest on his thigh in a show of submission. Loki stared at her indignantly and continued his phone conversation.

Clearly she wasn't trying hard enough.

When he felt her palm him through his trousers, he angrily covered the mouthpiece of the phone and hissed at her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Annalise stayed silent, and this time leaned forward to nuzzle her nose against the bulging outline she'd encouraged awake. Settled on the floor, she finally found the fortitude to look him in the eye. When he stared right back at her, her stomach twisted with excitement and her body pulsed with need.

Well, this was it.

Slender fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled at his button and zipper, allowing his cock to spring out.

Of course he's not wearing anything under his suit.

Tentatively she leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the deliciously ridged head. When she wrapped her small hand around his cock she could feel him throb and jerk. The silver tongued god's portion of the telephone call was slowly, but steadily, dwindling down to grunts and sighs. His livid insults no longer echoed throughout the aircraft.

Part of him wanted to bat her insolent hands away, the other part of him wanted to grab her hair and thrust himself so far into her throat she couldn't breathe. When she took the head of his cock into her hot, sweet mouth, he growled.

"What are you doing?"

She pulled him from her mouth but never fully removed her lips. Annalise stroked him and tenderly placed open mouthed kisses along his length.

"Worshipping my King," she murmured against his velvety skin.

When his cock immediately swelled and throbbed in her hand, she couldn't hold back a small but triumphant smile.

There we go.

Switching from kisses to licks, Annalise began running her tongue along his length, paying close attention to the ridge on the underside of his thick cock.

Loki groaned and proceeded to abruptly end his call, cutting off the sniveling voice Annalise could hear on the other end. The phone clattered to the floor but neither paid it any mind, mostly on account of Loki was busy fisting both hands in Annalise's hair.

She was truly surprised that he didn't immediately force himself down her throat. Not that she would have fought him. That would not have been wise considering the fury that still radiated from him.

Instead, he stroked her like a pet, running his fingers through her curls.

Then, to her dismay, Loki pushed her off of him. He tugged her forward by her hair and studied her. Her chest tightened with how ardently he was looking at her, even though she knew intellectually he was just using her body as a means to an end. It didn't mean anything. She wanted to hide, she felt much too exposed despite the long dress that covered most of her body.

Appearing deep in thought, he experimentally thumbed at her lip, smearing a bit of saliva along the width of it. Without thinking, she leaned forward and took his digit in her mouth, sucking firmly. Loki grunted low in his throat, savoring the feel of her warmth before reluctantly pulling his hand away. He needed more than just his finger sucked.

In typical male fashion, he gathered her long hair in one hand and leaned back against the chair.

"Look at me," he rumbled.

It took a yank in order for her to comply, but when she did, simple eye contact with him was all it took for her body to start throbbing. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed, causing him to smirk infuriatingly.

Looking him in the eye was too intense, it made her chest tighten. She'd given head before, but never had it been like this. This time the exchange of power was turning her on. Annalise dropped her eyes and tried to pull herself from his grasp, but his grip on her hair held strong. With a whimper, she conceded, raising her eyes to his again.

Loki gripped his cock in his free hand and stroked firmly several times before pulling her forward and feeding her the tip. She took it obediently, this time without hesitation, her tongue lapping delicately at the leaking precome, savoring the salty taste.

Head dropping back, Loki blindly pulled her to him, forcing more of his length between her lips. Annalise relaxed her jaw accordingly and took what he gave her.

Loki's hips stuttered up off the chair, making his cock knock against the back of her throat. Though she quelled the urge to gag, she coughed over him, trying to pull away. With a roll of his eyes he allowed it, giving her a moment to right herself.

"Now are you going to be a good girl and take all of me?" Loki's eyes flashed with anger.

Annalise swallowed hard, her very traitorous mouth watering at the thought of accepting him between her lips once more. Regardless of whether or not he belonged in an asylum, or that the Avengers treated him like a villain, or that he had kidnapped her, Loki was undeniably powerful, and it gave her a certain sense of command to have him moaning from her amateur ministrations.

Now that he was hard and throbbing and was positioned in a way that she could truly appreciate him, and she had to admit he had an impressive cock, proud and throbbing red. Until now, he'd never given her a chance to see it up close. Clearly it had an effect on the functionality of her brain because when she tried to speak, the noise came out as a pitiful, unintelligible whine, so she just nodded her head in confirmation.

With a pleased smirk, Loki guided her lips over himself, growling at her to look at him once more. She obliged, her eyes watering as he hit the back of her throat and kept applying pressure. She pushed down the urge to gag and instead swallowed around him, humming contentedly as he released a strangled moan. He languorously fucked her face for a few minutes before releasing her hair with a rough push.

"Make me come," he challenged her.

This time Annalise flushed with red.

What if she couldn't? What if she wasn't good enough? Would he hurt her? Kill her?

With a trembling hand she firmly gripped his saliva soaked cock and stroked, desperately watching his face for signs of pleasure. Apparently he was easy to please. His hips jerked, pushing himself against her hand with a low groan.

"Faster," he growled.

Blushing self-consciously, she increased her speed, adding a flick of the wrist on each down stroke. She watched as Loki's knuckles grew white against the arms of the chair and his hips thrust against her hand. With a shout, Loki came, his controlled grip on the chair abandoned as his fingers found their way into her hair again, urging her to take his seed into her mouth.

Panting, Loki looked at her expectantly and she swallowed. When she licked her lips, he couldn't help himself. He pulled her to him by her wrists, crashing his mouth against hers. He could taste himself on her tongue, and that primal urge to claim her as his own took over.

The god rose with Annalise in his arms and walked them over to the nearby bed. In a frenzied effort to turn on the light he broke something, but Annalise couldn't see well enough to know what it was. She also didn't particularly care, seeing as he was also busy decimating her dress.

Though flattered by the attention, she wasn't really sure where all of this was going until she felt him hot, hard and throbbing against her leg. When she gasped in surprise he grinned proudly, clearly pleased with his recovery time.

Somewhere in the back of her brain it was suggested that she smack that stupid smile off his face, but when he slid a finger into her and emitted a groan even louder than hers at how wet she was, the thought faded away.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You liked serving your King?"
This was self-preservation, she reminded herself and nodded.

"Good. I find you pleasing, little peach."

At some point, Loki had managed to knock the light on. (On the floor lay the unfortunate casualty of a crystal and gold vase, but that's what you get for furnishing a plane using priceless objects.) Annalise watched him with curiosity as he literally tore what was left of her couture gown off. The now worthless rags were scattered about the bedclothes and floor, whatever it took for Loki to divest her body of every scrap of cloth.

As if daring her to beg him to stop, Loki crawled on top of her and lined himself up with her entrance. Annalise stared at him stubbornly, which, of course, only goaded him on. With what he was expecting to be a ruthless thrust, he plowed into her, making them both cry out. He met almost no resistance, aside from the delectable squeeze of her tight little cunt. She was wet enough he would have assumed she'd already come.

"You really do like to serve," he chuckled, earning himself a glare.

Loki wasted no time. He pulled his hips back, only to surge up over her once more as he his cock rammed against her cervix. She cried out in pain, which upon hearing gave him more pleasure than was typically considered healthy, but she continued to take the battering.

Deep down, she knew he was being much too rough. If she came, he'd only see that as encouragement, but she couldn't fucking help herself. She knew she'd walk funny in the morning (assuming she walked at all) and she could already feel where she'd have bruises on her pelvis.

Loki continued pounding her with his hips, dragging the sweetest, most tortured sounds he'd ever heard from the girl's lungs. She really, truly intended to remain stoic, but gave herself away with the involuntary pulsing of her velvety walls around him and the snap of her hips against his.

Somewhere between the thrusting and the groaning and the wailing, Annalise's lids had closed once more. Loki was having none of that.

"Look at me, Annalise," he hissed.

Against her better judgement, she opened her eyes, watching his expression as he reared back and into her again and again. He slipped a hand between them and used the slick juices of her cunt to circle his thumb around her aching little clit, immediately earning himself a shrieking orgasm from the woman.

Loki, relentless tyrant that he is, lessened his pressure on her little pearl, but didn't remove his circling thumb. She thrashed beneath him, far too sensitive for such stimulation, until moments later that warmth in her belly and visceral need returned tenfold and sent her rocketing towards another orgasm, this time making her gush around his cock. Loki followed her with a shout, feeling rather accomplished at having seeded both her mouth and womb.

They lay sweaty, panting, and exhausted, but Loki's mood was phenomenally improved. Mission accomplished.

Dr. Selvig chose that moment to enter the room and report his progress to Loki. Annalise

yelped in surprise and scrambled for a sheet to cover herself with, whereas Loki merely snickered at her dramatic antics and basked in all his naked glory. Poor Selvig and his glowing blue eyes didn't even register what he'd almost walked in on, despite the dual nudity. Poor guy.