To say Annalise's emotions careened back and forth over the next few days was an understatement. At times, Loki would watch her furiously pacing back and forth in her cell, occasionally pausing to throw something at the glowing force field that held her captive, watching it spark and flare. Late at night, the King of Midgard would observe his Queen roll up into a ball in the crumpled sheets, her little body shaking with the force of her sobs. Those moments almost made Loki release her. Almost.
"Good morning, my treacherous little dove." Annalise's back stiffened as the low voice of her husband echoed through her cell- Loki's deep, beautiful tones crawling up her spine, lighting her nerve endings on fire. The King stood with legs spread arrogantly apart, shining boots planted on the grey concrete floor in front of her cell.
"What do you want?" she hissed, throwing her heavy curls over one shoulder. Annalise was still dressed in lingerie- while Loki had fresh clothing brought to her everyday, it was always infuriatingly short, silky and see through. His green eyes went to the table by her elbow, and his wife looked down to see a pile of neatly folded lace and silk. One little hand fisted the lingerie as her eyes narrowed threateningly. "You're not watching me shower again. You'll have to get your voyeuristic kink satisfied somewhere else."
The King of Midgard chuckled as he simply walked through the glowing containment field that would have fried anyone else to ash. Annalise refused to step back as he towered over her. What she wouldn't give for a pair of her lovely 5 inch Pradas! Something with a sharp heel...something she could dig right into the top of his foot... Unfortunately, lofty footwear was not available and her cold husband was herding her towards the shower with the menace of his close proximity. "You are mine to do with as I please," Loki's voice couldn't have been colder or less interested in his diminutive Queen's rage. "Now remove those smelly rags, or I will." Aside from Loki's claiming of her after throwing her into this horrible cubicle, his only interaction was looking Annalise over, as he would a particularly expensive piece of furniture. He insisted on humiliating her by seating himself comfortably and watching his wife furiously scrub herself in the elaborate stone shower. Annalise neatly sidestepped his tall body and got the bed between them.
"No!" she hissed, "I'm not putting on a show so you can enjoy degrading me!" Gesturing wildly around the concrete room, Annalise clenched her fists at her sides, trying to stop them from shaking. "I have done nothing to betray you and I will not allow you to punish me any further! I need-" to her fury, the little Queen's voice broke, but she continued. "I need my daughter. And- and she needs her mother."
Suddenly, the room that stubbornly stayed brightly lit 24 hours a day was plunged into darkness- not even a glimmer of the corridor florescent seeped through the inky black. "That's where you are woefully incorrect, my duplicitous little bitch." Annalise nearly jumped out of her skin as Loki's voice purred directly next to her ear. Finally getting her bearings, she rolled across the bed and away from him, only to have her diabolical husband suddenly appear in front of her again. "You will do whatever I tell you to do. You will feed our daughter, dress like a doll in whatever I choose to give you, and if I desire you to crawl naked down that concrete corridor-" with another angry step forward, Loki had her petite self trapped against his hard body and the wall. "Perhaps I'll keep you hidden here, in the dark for days..." cruelly, his voice dipped again, murmuring into Annalise's suddenly sensitive ear as Loki purred his threats to her- so closely that she felt his cool breath, the movement of his lips against the shell of her ear. What the King had forgotten, however, was his bride's new-found Asgardian strength and the fury to maximize it.
The room lit up in lurid sparks of yellows, reds and orange as the tall body of the King was thrown through the force field. Landing with a thud on the floor, Loki angrily sat up, ignoring the cracks in the concrete spiraling out from the impact of his landing. He was back in the cell in an instant, but his devious little wife was ready for him- her fresh reflexes helping her jump on the bed as the cell's lighting was restored so she could confront the arrogant King, eye to eye. That might have been a mistake, mused Annalise hazily, because Loki was in such a rage that his eyes literally glowed a green fire. He furiously raised his hand, and it felt like Loki was wrapping those long fingers around her neck, her airwave already constricting. The pressure suddenly released when she furiously slapped him across his perfect face- the huge diamond wedding ring he'd insisted on cutting Loki's sharp cheekbone with a small spurt of blood on his marble white skin. "Can't you handle your wife without your Seidr?" Annalise snarled, trying to force down the guilt obscuring her fury at the sight of blood- (blood she'd caused!) on her King's face. "Or is that much-boasted Godly strength of yours not up to the task?"
Loki Laufeyson of Asgard was flushed- a blood red hue to his face and a firey haze almost obscuring his vision. This- this arrogant, foolish bitch dared raise her hand to him? To her husband? To her superior? To her King? Her eyes were blazing, those lovely breasts heaving with her rage. With a growl, he did something Annalise would never have expected- he raised his huge hand to strike her.
The girl couldn't believe it. She'd seen Loki in battle many times, and he never lost his cool, maintaining his composure as he would decapitate those who dared stand against him. But Annalise was spitefully gratified to see her husband was absolutely enraged- at her effrontery- her sheer gall in defying him. The fact that his little Queen could use the symbol of their marriage- that wildly ostentatious wedding ring as a weapon made it all the more infuriating. And, as will happen when one's opponent in battle is distracted, one's chance to attack becomes measurably more successful. So, Annalise did, leaping from the bed onto his back like a furious brunette monkey, clinging with arms and legs as she sharply bit his ear.
"You vicious little bitch!" Loki growled, "you will rot in this cell for the rest of your miserable-"
"Listen to me!" Annalise hissed into his ear, grunting painfully as he backed angrily into a wall, nearly dislodging her grip. She knew she still had a small advantage, because admit it or not, Loki was loath to seriously hurt her. "How can you doubt me? How- ow, damnit! Stop bashing me into the wall! How can you? I was your first subject- the first to declare loyalty to you!"
"Stupid girl!" Loki reached one long arm behind him, seizing a fistful of her hair at the roots and readying to flip her over his head. "You were merely my captive, like all the others-"
"No!" Annalise squeezed her strong, slim legs around in him a python-like caress. "No! You never hypnotized me- or whatever made their eyes glow green with the Tesseract! Don't you remember the night after Stuttgart? On the plane? I came to you- my King! I soothed you with my body and my mouth-"
Loki actually paused for a minute, one big fist still in her thick curls as he reminisced. "Ah. Your sweet, pink little mouth. Wrapped so tightly around my cock." Annalise could hear the familiar, self-satisfied smirk in his voice and hastily continued.
"I've never ran from you since. I've never tried to escape. I was your first subject. Your first, Loki!" Annalise paused for a moment, stunned with the realization that she was telling the truth. "And because I stood in front of one of the Avengers- still secured in his cell- makes you think I would betray you?"
Finally shrugging those wide shoulders, Loki effortlessly flipped the smaller woman onto the bed, pressing her back sharply into the mattress. "You crept from our bed to speak with that white-toothed simpleton in the middle of the night, you faithless, treacherous little-"
"To find out what they thought they knew about you!" Annalise seized both his ear, hanging on like they were reins to a particularly troublesome horse. "Do you really think I would have empathy for the Avengers? I had to give birth to our daughter alone when they attacked us! You were gone, Loki- I needed you but I knew you had to protect us! And you immediately thought I betrayed you." Annalise sagged in frustration against the silky blanket before angrily rearing up again. "I am the only one you can trust! How can a God and an Asgardian be so stupid!" She yelled into his face. Loki's face was frozen- she couldn't tell from shock or rage, but she did the only thing she could think of, darting forward and placing that pink mouth he was so fond of against his, furiously kissing him, biting his upper lip when her husband didn't immediately respond. "Oooo!" she hissed, "I just hate you! How can you not-"
The Queen of Midgard's diatribe was abruptly cut off as her King's mouth slammed back on hers, pressing so hard that a small split made her lip bloody. Grabbing thick handfuls of Loki's long, inky hair, Annalise held on, kissing him back and pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could taste the blood he'd caused. "By the Nornir," he groaned, "you were delicious that night on the plane, sinking between my legs and running those little hands up my thighs..." Loki abruptly flipped Annalise over to press on top of her, but she kept her petite legs wrapped tightly against his waist, holding some control. "Watching you crawl to me- ah! You vicious cat, stop biting me! Your big eyes so wide and appealing. That sweet, pink mouth closing over my cock in the most depraved way..."
Annalise was furious to realize his deep voice, filled with the tone of darkly and deliciously dirty things was making her wet, mindlessly pressing her pelvis up against the thick knot of meat Loki was pushing into her clothed crotch. "And you still think I would betray you? Go against you with- ugh- Captain America? The oldest virgin on the planet?"
Loki's rhythm against her stuttered as he choked, laughing against her mouth. "My darling wife...true. What would a licentious tiny darling like you do with such a feeble creature?"
"Shut up and kiss me more," his Queen moaned, pushing up one of her full breasts against his hand. Astrid nursed that morning, but not fully, and her breasts were painfully large. Loki's long, cool fingers against their heated weight felt so good. A sudden moisture made his fingers tighten again, then hold against one rosy nipple.
"Darling..." Loki purred, his glee and satisfaction clear. "You're leaking. Above and below." To prove his point, he slipped two thick digits inside her while latching greedily onto her nipple, licking and sucking the swollen tip.
Annalise groaned with desperation as she felt her milk flow. "This is- this isn't for you, Loki! I'm not a cow!"
"No..." her husband purred, yanking off what was left of her lingerie and ripping his pants open enough to free his cock, pulling the thick column out and running his fist up and down the heated skin. "You're my Queen." Annalise shrieked as he shoved his cock inside her carelessly, not waiting for her as he began thrusting in and out of her slippery cunt. "My whore." Putting his cool mouth to her heated breast again, he grinned against her nipple as his wife's fingers gripped his hair to the point of a rather arousing discomfort. "My sweet, delicious little brood mare," he growled, sucking harder as the honeyed milk meant for their daughter spurted down his throat. "You're sweet, darling- so sweet. I could feed on you all night. I'm going to keep a child in you for the next millennium, just to taste these tender breasts. Making you full-" Annalise shrieked out delightedly as Loki pushed harder, brutally into her. "-round, so fertile and utterly-" shoving up into his little wife again, he grinned at her yelp, which dissolved rapidly into a moan. "-utterly, fucking, ravishingly perfect."
"No..." moaned his Queen mindlessly, "No! Not yet- I don't want to come yet- this is so good- oh, GOD!" Her back arched painfully as Loki sucked and thrust sharply at the same time, not letting up on the rapid invasion of her body.
The King's hips moved even faster, his feet pressed against the foot-board of her bed to brace his thrusts into her. "Oh, I think you will. And now, my wife." Ignoring her pleading whimpers, Loki growled and bit her nipple lightly, enjoyed the startled spurt of milk. "Come, NOW. I order you! I demand it!" And like the gracious and dutiful Queen she was, Annalise did, wailing her pleasure into the concrete corridor outside her cell, echoing down to where the Avengers were held, wearing expressions of shock, amusement or outright horror. And knowing that's exactly what they were doing made Loki howl in triumph and come as well, gently pinching and pulling on the nipple not gripped between his teeth. Annalise gasped as his come flooded through her, cool against her fiery cunt and coating her heated walls. Loki kept stroking, tapping her clit idly. "One more, darling."
Shaking her head tiredly, his wife moaned, "I- I can't, Loki. I'm so-"
"One more." Loki's voice was calm but inexorable, stroking and pushing her to another peak. Grinning against her sweaty neck, he whispered filthy praise into her ear. "One more, my greedy bitch. I want to feel you clutch against my cock. Come now, darling. One more..."
And again, like the gracious and dutiful Queen she was, Annalise gripped his shaft so tightly that Loki was forced to pause, biting into her shoulder as his diminutive wife thrashed against him in a rapid series of two and then three orgasms. The King and Queen of Midgard held each other tightly, panting and shuddering with each aftershock. Finally opening his eyes, Loki looked down on the blissful expression on her lovely face. Her hair spread out in a fan around her head, glowing even in the dull lighting of the cell, the red highlights shining brightly. Running his fingers through her bright curls, he realized that the vivid color of his Queen created the light in his darkened soul.