When she woke, Annalise's head was in Loki's lap and his fingers were still buried in her chestnut hair. His eyes were closed but with Loki, who knew if he was faking or not. She exaggeratedly yawned and stretched, watching his face as his eyes cracked open.

She sighed with contentment and smiled up at him coyly, "Morning,"

As her brain restarted, memories from the previous day flooded her. Loki must have a) undressed her and b) pulled the sheet over her. No longer bothering with modesty, she pushed the covers down to examine her damaged knees. When she pulled them to her chest, she ran an unsure finger over the surface of her skin. It was completely smooth. Granted, the scrapes hadn't been horribly deep, but it wasn't humanly possible to heal so quickly. Humanly. Yesterday he mentioned compromising her humanity. She pushed herself up off his lap in anger and smacked his chest.

"You… I don't even have words for you!"

Loki blinked at her as though she were rapidly speaking in a foreign tongue.

"Am I pregnant? Did you already get me pregnant?"

She smacked him again, and despite the layer of fabric between her hand and his chest, the thwack was very satisfying.

"I can't believe you! I had a life back in Germany. I have things—people—I'm responsible to! I am not playing World Domination with you anymore. I quit. Undo whatever it is that you... what did you call it yesterday? Whatever it is that you pumped into me. Undo it. Now."

She knew she was overreacting, that she wasn't going anywhere or doing anything he didn't approve of. But she had to at least pretend she had some freedom because apparently this marriage was happening, as was this baby.

Loki scrubbed his face with his hand. He looked genuinely tired. Extra pale with dark smudges under his eyes.

She felt a pang of anxiety at his appearance, which only served to piss her off. She bit her tongue to keep from asking why he looked so haggard. Heaven forbid it was from coming up with some half-cocked rescue plan for her considering that he was the one who lost her in the first place.

"Say something," she urged. It almost sounded like an apologetic whine.

Loki's laugh was more a single huff of air, but his exhausted smirk made up for his lack of joviality.

"What do you want me to say, darling? That I will let you go? That I will not hurt the people you have rescued? That without my assistance you will not die from the child inside you?"

She baulked.

"So I am pregnant."

"Most likely, unless you have been using anti-contraception measures."

Annalise rolled her eyes.

"No, I didn't think to pack birth control when you kidnapped me."

Loki rolled his eyes right back at her.

She groaned and fell back against the bed, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms.

"When will we know for sure? Will a normal pregnancy test work?"

Loki seemed to stiffen at the word "we." He glanced down at her with one brow raised.

"I admit I do not know."

For Loki to admit his ignorance was kind of a huge deal. Unfortunately, Annalise was so livid she was in no place to appreciate it.

Loki was also rather distracted. His gaze raked over her nude form, green eyes lingering on her breasts and nipples which had, of course, hardened at the cool temperature of the room.

"Great," she muttered.

Her pouting was rudely interrupted when Loki grabbed her hip, effectively flipping her onto her belly. She yelped, squirming to fight him off until he grabbed a fist of her hair. Her shoulders tensed as he controlled her, yanking her head back at an uncomfortable angle and forcing her to look at him.

"Great indeed, my little Queen. Now, behave. It is time I give you your daily pumping, as I believe we have now officially termed it."

He moved to his knees and crawled behind her, digging his fingers into her hips and hoisting her rear in the air.

In the midst of sputtering in surprise and disdain, Annalise found herself on all fours. A bedroom on a plane, even a luxurious one, is rather small. There was no nightstand and the mattress itself was a full at best, which Annalise capitalized on when she attempted to mule-kick Loki. He caught her first ankle, losing his grip on her hair in the process, but she aimed her second kick at the wall and propelled herself off of the bed and onto the floor.

Landing with an oomph, she scrambled to her feet and fled through the door, still naked, of course. Her hand accidentally collided with an agent's full cup of coffee that clattered to the floor with a splash as she desperately sought a place to hide.

Loki, at least dressed in dignified trousers, stalked out of the bedroom after her with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"You want to play, little peach?"

Agents scuttled up the aisle of the plane, stuffing themselves three deep into the cockpit as their master pursued his Queen.

Annalise followed the blue eyed men but the door was slammed in her face. She banged and heaved so hard at the handle she almost fell backwards when her hand slipped. In the midst of losing her balance, her charming King caught her in his arms and slammed her right back up against that damn closed door.

He clucked his tongue.

"You insist on acting as though you do not want this, Annalise, and every. Single. Time. Your body betrays you. Why will this time be any different?"

She fought the urge to spit in his face. She was furious, mostly because he was right. The second his hands were on her, she completely forfeited control and deferred to him one hundred percent. Ish.

Brutishly he grabbed her wrist and spun her around so she faced the door, causing her to cry out as he wrenched her arm behind her back.

"So now, little one, I am faced with a dilemma," he growled against her ear. "Well, actually, there is no dilemma, I suppose," Loki chuckled. He nipped at her earlobe, immediately following with a hard suckle.

"The problem is not mine, it is yours. How will I punish you? You know that, without a doubt, the entire plane will be privy to your unfortunate misbehavior. But how much of you do I want to share with them?"

When he adjusted her arm she hissed, but refused to utter noise beyond that.

"Do I take you in front of them? Do I let them fuck you?"

Annalise had been struggling idly, shifting her weight back and forth between her feet and foolishly trying to reach back and scratch at him with her free hand. Upon his threat she froze immediately.

"Ah, I have your attention, I see," he purred.

For the first time that night, Anna let a whimper slip from between her lips.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please, what, my peach?"

"Please don't share me," she swallowed hard, "With them. My King. Please."

Loki pursed his lips and shook his head sadly while grinding his half hard cock against her bare rear.

"I have to set an example. I cannot simply let you get away with such gross disobedience. You know that you are mine to use at my pleasure, yet you fled from me. That is unacceptable, pet."

Annalise let her head fall forward, resting the side of her face against the cockpit door. Resignedly she closed her eyes and nodded.

"I understand," she murmured.

Loki immediately let her arm go free, but when she tried to turn around he smacked her rear, earning an indignant squeal.

"Brace both palms against the door, dearest, and arch your back."

Her hands briefly balled in into fists in frustration before she opened them, splaying her fingers above her head against the door. She obediently stuck her ass out and even preemptively spread her thighs for him, planting her feet a shoulders width apart.

"There's a good girl," Loki crooned, running his hand appreciatively over each of her cheeks, spending an extra moment massaging the pink handprint he'd left.

She knew she was fighting a losing battle… if she was even fighting at all anymore. Her breath hitched when Loki's hand snaked slowly around her hip and took full advantage of her spread legs. At a torturously slow pace he traced his finger along her pelvic bone, all the way down to the satiny smooth skin of her pussy.

"How good are you, Annalise?"

The girl wriggled her hips, only to be stopped with another sharp slap to her rump. Loki's hand continued its quest, slowly parting her slit and dragging his finger down the center. To her usual mortification, Anna was dripping for him. She always was. The man was sex and power on wheels, and he continued to choose and pursue her as his queen time and time again. How can a girl not get turned on by that?

"Mmmmmmm. Very, very good, little peach. You are such a little whore for your King, are you not?"

Annalise whimpered and shook her head. No, she would not encourage him to use such derogatory language towards her. At least, not until he dipped his finger into her core and spread her own wetness on her throbbing little clit and began rubbing in tiny, fluid little circles.

"Are you not? Are you a little whore for your King? Don't make me ask myself again."

Once more he slid his finger between her folds, this time taking the time to properly thrust it inside of her several times before returning it, wet with her slick, to her little jewel.

Truly, the girl had no chance. Whatsoever. And deep down, she knew that. But admitting defeat to this man was infuriating. But the pleasure he gave her outmanned the fury ten to one.

"I'm your whore, my King," Annalise whispered, hiding her face against her outstretched arm.

"Ah, ah. Tell me properly."

Swallowing, she tilted her head to the side so she was able to speak over her shoulder.

"I'm your whore, my King," she repeated. Her voice was still soft, but this time it was at least audible.

Loki grunted in delight as he planted a foot on the outside of each of hers. The combination of teasing his little conquest as well as her admission had hardened his cock enough for him to thrust into her roughly.

The girl yelped, once again burying her face against her arm in shame.

"Little girl, I have had enough. Let me hear you or you will truly regret your disobedience."

With a deep breath, Annalise separated her mouth from her arm and hung her head in disgrace.

When Loki pulled out of her, he did so with the patience only a god could possess. His cock dragged against her inner walls, making her shiver as he pulled against that spot inside her that made her see stars. Then, in traditional Loki style, he slammed back into her, causing her to stumble forward. He planted his hands on the swell of her hips and began to snap his, each jolt making them both moan.

Loki seemed especially pleased with the carnal slap of skin on skin. The noise had nowhere to go in the small aircraft, which was containing the sound well enough that the King developed a lovely rhythm.

He leaned forward, bracing one of his own hands over hers to hold her in place as he slipped the other between her legs. The position draped him over her back so she was able to feel every roll of his slender hips against her. When his fingers sought out her clit, he grunted in satisfaction as he felt her yielding to him so wonderfully.

"My good little whore," he whispered against her ear.

Annalise was absolutely, horribly torn. Did she thrust her hips forward, grinding her clit against his hand? Or did she try to push herself back on his cock in a desperate attempt to fuck him back. In the end, the only viable option was to do both. Her hips jerked forward, her needy clit receiving only the tiniest bit of a reprieve as his finger grazed it, followed by a thrust backwards, earning a satisfied grunt from her king.

She continued this ridiculous act until Loki threatened to stop rubbing her clit if she didn't hold still. With a highly pitched whimper she obliged, her hands shaking against the wall with effort.

When her moans turned to keening cries, Loki doubled his efforts. His free hand went from her hip to her breast as he practically lay himself atop her.

"Please, please, please," she chanted. Gone was her pride and in its place was pure desire and need.

"As my Lady wishes," Loki growled.

He powered into her, and that combined with his expert hand on her clit, set her on fire. She cried out, no longer caring that Loki's staff was on the other side of the door he had her pressed against. Instead, she let out a string of expletives. Loki came shortly after her, rolling and rutting his hips against her like an animal until he properly pumped his future wife full of his Asgardian come.