Moving the next day was painful. Simply existing hurt. The King (more or less) had taken her twice more during the night.
At some point he'd left, and Annalise spent the remainder of the flight to New York curled in bed.
Honestly, she didn't want to see him at all. She was too confused right now. What kind of asshole comes at the hands of a maniacal, self-appointed dictator? She did.
When he wasn't awful, she kind of liked him. He just happened to be awful a lot.
A male cleared his voice from the doorway, causing her to throw the covers over her head in a panic. She so didn't have energy to deal with him right now.
Maybe he'd believe her body turned into a surplus of lumpy pillows overnight.
She heard a faint, muffled voice, but when the sheets weren't rudely ripped from her grasp she decided her intruder was most likely not the King. Cautiously she peaked from beneath her refuge, relieved to see the voice belonged to one of Loki's agents. He neared the bed and offered her a bottle of water and extended an open palm.
"Er, these are for you, ma'am."
Sleepily Anna fumbled for the Motrin capsules and twisted the cap off the bottle, swallowing the pills with a few mouthfuls of water.
"Thank you," she mumbled tiredly.
The occasional hangover from nights out weren't unfamiliar. Physical, full-body sex hangovers as a result from spending the night with a god were.
"His Majesty is requesting your presence."
"I have no clothes. I'm not getting out of this bed."
"Um," the agent shifted awkwardly. "He said under no circumstances are you permitted to refuse."
"Yeah, I bet he said that," she muttered.
"Fine. Whatever."
When she climbed out of bed nude, she didn't bother to tell the guard to turn around. Her modesty was shot. She dragged the sheet off the mattress and wound it around her middle. Pieces of her dress littered the floor. She shook her head. Kicking them away in irritation, she didn't bother looking for her shoes because she was pretty sure they were still in Germany.
Literally she had no clothes. No bag, no phone. Nothing.
Out in the main area of the plane, the King was back on the satellite phone, issuing orders to someone somewhere. When he saw her, he turned, still holding the phone to his ear. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively and she reflexively clutched her sheet tighter and glared. Ending the call, he handed the phone off to the agent and nodded dismissively. With a wave of his hand, produced a platter of steaming breakfast food on the table before them. Annalise was too hungry to bother with a mocking remark about his powers.
She poured herself a glass of orange juice and dug into an omelet.
Abruptly, Loki launched into conversation.
"Explain Midgardian marriage customs to me, I don't understand this God. There is no one in Asgard with that name."
Rubbing her temples, Annalise counted to ten. Why were they taking about weddings?
She snorted to herself. Loki would be a total bridezilla.
Loki began repeating the question, only to be cut off by Annalise.
"I don't know what time it is, but it's too early to have this conversation."
The look Loki shot at her was not pleasant. He took a calming breath of his own and tried again.
"Barton inferred that a traditional... Judeo-Christian ceremony would be best received by the planet."
Annalise really, really, really didn't want to ask him who was getting married. Despite the limited amount of time she'd spent with him, she knew he'd keep going on and on without catching on to the fact that she was clueless unless she spoke up. Her question was reluctant, as if she were a mother asking a small child why the family pet is wearing Mommy's lipstick.
"Loki, who is getting married?"
Loki paused, reaching across the table for her glass and taking a sip of juice. Not meeting her gaze, he idly stroked his glowing scepter. She had a feeling he was making a point to remind her just how much power he wielded.
"I need to get you with child immediately. Cross breeding is the surest way to secure my throne. And I understand that humans value children born in wedlock more than those that aren't."
"Oh my God, it's really too early to have this conversation! What the hell!"
Loki smirked with an aggravating air of self satisfaction.
Her brows rose of their own volition. She was so afraid she'd miss some kind of indicator that he was joking that she couldn't blink. Her eyes watered.
"You… You aren't even done taking over the world! There's nothing to rule! You ju-."
"Enough. I'm being extremely generous. You could always spend the rest of your days in chains, my peach." His smile was absolutely sinister.
Her glare was icy, but she was too stunned to back it up with a scathing remark. Her mouth was so dry she couldn't swallow.
"Because I'd happily arrange that. I'd keep you nude, leashed, like those dogs your kind are so find of, and at my side always. My little human pet."
She was torn between whining and spitting in rage.
"Loki, you saw that I was ineffective at Stuttgart last night. If this is really what you need to do, if you want to conquer Earth, you need a diplomat, not a liaison at your side."
"You please me. You're stubborn, but not unintelligent. Once you submit to me, you'll make a becoming queen."
Despite her sheet-dress, Annalise managed to wrestle her knees to her chest, resting her heels on the edge of her chair cushion.
This was not a man that understood the word "no." Like, it wasn't even in his seemingly extensive vocabulary. She sighed, buttering a piece of toast. It was probably wisest to let this issue go for now. Except for the pregnancy part. She needed to get to a pharmacy ASAP as soon as they landed. She realized she didn't know where they were going.
"Where are we flying to?"
"The City of New York."
"We're going to New York City?"
"That's what I said," he snapped.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes.
"Right, sorry. Why are we going there?"
"To conquer it."
Annalise almost spit out her bite of toast.
"You're going to take New York City?" She smirked. "You and what army?"
"The Chitauri."
It took a moment for his words to register and her smile to fall. Her stomach turned to lead. Oh, God. Of course he had an army. She peered into her cup. The orange juice was no longer sufficient. She needed a damn Screwdriver.
Her fingers drummed on the table surface. What was the best way to get through to a megalomaniac? What part of him was she supposed to appeal to?
"Loki," she began.
An agent passed through the room and the god narrowed his eyes at her.
It took her a moment, but once she realized her mistake she corrected herself.
"My King." The formal title she uttered wasn't completely without sarcasm.
"Good girl. Continue."
"New York City… it's not some citadel with walls and moats and castles. It's just a city, like Stuttgart was. You can't conquer it."
Loki chuckled and shook his head like she was the most naïve being on the face of the Earth.
"Don't worry yourself with logistics, little peach. I'll take care of that."
Annalise yelped as he stood unexpectedly and pulled her from the chair, slipping his fingers between the tightly wound sheet and her breast, and tugged.
"And in return, you'll take care of me," he purred.
The King intentionally distracted her with the slight and while she was preparing to glare and retort, the sheet fluttered to the floor and he yanked her flush against his hard body. Without her heels, her lack of height had her nose nearly pressed against his sternum. She braced her hands on his upper abdominals.
Rock solid, warm, rippling abdominals. Distracted, she found her palms roaming up against his pecs, admiring the sheer might his body wielded.
Ugh. If only power weren't such a turn on.
As her hands wandered in absent minded fascination, she felt his laugh rumble in his chest.
"You're so easy to please, kitten."
Annalise scowled at him. She was irritated, mostly because he was right. Angrily she pushed away in an attempt to put distance between them, but Loki, with his long damn arms, grabbed and lifted her up under her arms like a child and placed her squarely atop of the table.
It really, truly did enter her mind to put up more of a struggle, to perhaps test some self-defense maneuvers she'd seen on TV, but then the damn man had to go and grab her hips, dragging her until he could sufficiently grind his hardening bulge against her hot, wet core.
"The more you struggle, the harder I get," he breathed into her ear, his hot breath puffing against her face.
Successfully she bit back a whimper, which clearly would've only spurred him on, so that was definitely a win. But all her work was for naught when she let out a delirious moan as he worked his cock from his pants and ran the head along the length of her slit, slicked with her own wetness and his precum, rubbing teasing circles around her clit. This time the whimper escaped from between her lips, much to her dismay. She fell forward against him, grateful that he allowed her to cling to his shoulders.
The delicious pressure in her lower belly began commandeering her brain, that toe curling throbbing preventing her from thinking effectively. All she could do was feel. Annalise had to grit her teeth to keep from thrusting her hips against him. How did he make her feel so wonton and goddamn needy so fast? She could feel the slick on her thighs.
"Fuck," he growled, pumping his fist over his length, "You're always ready for me. Is all of this just from being in my presence? Is that really all it takes, my little peach?"
Digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders she tried to push him away in an effort to close her thighs, but he merely forced her legs further apart and pushed her onto her back.
He liked this even better. He could see her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each pant.
This girl was a most delectable toy, as far as humans go.
By the time she realized Loki's intent, he had already slithered an arm beneath each bent knee, and it was too late. When he slammed into her, she shrieked. The noise was a culmination of pleasure, embarrassment and pain; she was still tender and swollen from the night before. The girl turned her face to the side so she didn't have to watch the dark satisfaction in his eyes as he fucked her.
He sighed, but didn't miss a beat.
"Don't be angry sweet one, I love it. You feel so." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Good." Thrust. "Annalise."
Her name on his lips ruined her. That, and the fact that his thumb was circling her clit at an agonizingly slow pace. Facing him once more, her eyes locked with his as her jaw slowly fell open. She saw stars. Though her vision blurred with each pump of his hips, she caught sight of his mouth when he took his lip between his teeth in concentration.
He'd kissed her before, but when he had, they'd been harsh, dominating kisses to soothe his own nerves as he claimed her body. Her body seemed to appease him. It may turn the man into a complete animal, but a comforted animal. She looked at him, aching for a kiss or something that resembled intimacy so didn't feel so much like his whore. Let her pretend she wasn't just a pair of warm thighs for him to bury himself between.
Later she would blame the intensity and angle of his damn thrusts, which were quickly transitioning from painful to very, very enjoyable, for her lapse in brain function. In a rare show of utter vulnerability, she whimpered.
"Kiss me?"
Loki narrowed his eyes and searched her face, looking for what, she was unsure.
When she realized what she'd asked aloud, she clapped a hand over her mouth in disgrace. He already thought her pathetic. If she didn't remind him of her worth, he could very well kill her. He most definitely didn't want a simpering child.
When his thrusts ceased, Annalise tried to climb off the table, so ashamed by her request that she couldn't look him in the eye. Loki pulled her legs around him, making sure her ankles hooked behind his back. Apparently too far gone for verbal communication, Loki simply slipped a nimble hand behind her neck and used the other to hoist her up by her waist. His lips claimed hers with a ferocity she'd never felt from him before. She knew she was very, very foolish for even thinking it, but perhaps he craved connection too? Mouths pressed together firmly, they both groaned. Loki's lips had always felt amazing against hers. Like he was drinking her in, consuming her kiss by kiss with no intention of returning her.
Their mouths slipped and slid and Anna lost track of her own movements. Had she been more aware, she would have realized that she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, and that the clapping noise her subconscious noted was the product of skin hitting skin. Her heels dug into his rear and her hips swung desperately at his.
In clinging to one another, neither had a free hand, but Loki's pelvis was hitting her clit just right, and his cock kept rubbing along that illusive little spot inside her. Annalise's thrusts became irregular as her mind closed down and her body took over. She found herself clinging to him once more, her face buried against his shoulder as she begged him to fuck her harder. Loki obliged with a growl, sending her keening over the edge with a shrieked curse. Normally one to tease a second orgasm out of his companion (for the simple sake of his own ego, not her pleasure) Loki lost control and his hips pistoned against her, her fluttering, constricting walls coaxing an intense orgasm of his own as he shot his seed deep into her core.
Both clung to the other for several moments, until Annalise unhooked her shaking legs and lowered her thighs to the table. The King surprised her when he took her lips once more, stealing her breath. Gripping her neck, he forced her mouth against his, sucking hungrily at her tongue. He nipped her lower lip before allowing her free and she gasped for air, her breasts heaving pleasantly against his chest.
The longer they held one another post-orgasm, the more Annalise realized the entire plane just heard Loki fuck the living daylights out of her. She'd never be able to look any of the agents in the eye again. Ever. She was also reminded of the fact that she was still very, very nude. Squirming from his grasp she reached for her sheet, only to be scooped up by Loki and carried back to their room.
"We will sleep now. Then I will provide you with clothing and we'll discuss your Midgardian marriage customs at length."
Letting her slide to the floor, he peeled the comforter of the bed (which had been considerately remade during their tryst) and ushered her under the covers. To her surprise, he climbed in after her and pulled her back against his front, possessively tucking an arm around her waist.
In truth, as her orgasm indicated, Annalise enjoyed sex with Loki. She loved the way he made her feel when he was inside her: Attractive, feminine, and powerful. Helpless at times, but at others very powerful. It was just that the majority of the time she felt like a dull, ignorant, and insignificant pest that apparently has no say in an inter-planetary marriage and birthing an heir to a god she was pretty sure wasn't sane by Earth's standards.