A/N: This is a story that literally exploded in my mind and I just couldn't seem to stop writing it until it was done.

A one shot, mostly PWP with a smidgen of a plot sprinkled in there too.

Warnings are all of them: Language, improper use of magic, lots of smut.

Enjoy!

HBSJ


Sooo many perks

He arrived on the side street of Midgard in a flash of blinding light with every intention of subjugating every single weak human on this farce of a planet.

They were so gullible and stupid. They clearly needed a true leader. A king. A god.

He had been delayed by his bother however, Thor was always wretchedly fond of this ill-begotten planet but he usually did his protecting in America, on the other side of a vast ocean. It would take him hours to arrive.

The alley he had arrived in was especially filthy, these humans needed someone to guide them, there was no question about it.

He had his staff from Thanos at the ready and stepped out into the bustling street of central London.


Nearby, a witch had just bought herself a brand new pair of shoes. And they were fabulous.

Nothing at Madam Malkin's or Twillfit and Tattings could possibly compare. She had become completely addicted and this pair was extra special.

She usually didn't really like muggle things but the fashion, yes, the fashions she adored. Especially shoes.

They were the customary black of most of her shoes but these were made of snakeskin, how eminently suitable. She smirked to herself, clacking her new favourite heels down the street. She absolutely had to wear them instantly, it was almost as though they were made for her.

She had even begun to love the crimson sole of the shoes, a very Gryffindorish colour, though at some parties she changed it to suit whatever dress she had chosen for the night.

Today though, she proudly paraded her shoes in central London, her old pair of the now plain-looking shiny patent leather lay almost forgotten in the shoebox she was carrying in the bag.

There was a commotion at the other end of the street but she paid it no mind, she had her wand with her and all that really mattered was her amazing new shoes. The salesperson had even told her that they only carried one pair of those particular shoes in each size.

She was keeping these babies safe no matter what.

A scream broke through the bustling and suddenly all the cars along the street shot up into the air and slammed down onto the street upside down. She looked up and lazily cast a protego.

A loud male voice soared through the ensuing silence. "I said KNEEL!" And he slammed his staff violently down on the pavement as if to accentuate his command.

The force of magic from his staff made every muggle around her automatically or magically kneel, and she rolled her eyes and shook her head in annoyance.

How many of these fucking arse-wipes did she have to deal with. As if the Dark Lords' oversized ego wasn't enough, this one actually had an armour with horns. Really, he looked like an oversize goat from this distance.

He was marching quickly down the street, recruiting it seemed. He chose males of a certain stature and poked them briefly just over their hearts with the tip of the staff.

When he spotted her from a distance of about fifty meters, he cocked his head slightly as if in thought.

She crossed her arms defiantly at him and held her ground, wand in her hand and her new shoes tapping impatiently on the pavement.


He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Who the hell was this girl and why was she not kneeling as commanded by her god?

This would not do, oh no no no.

He slowed his steps and strolled unhurriedly towards her, always keeping eye contact. She didn't blink. He had to give her that, she had balls and she might make a valuable assistant in his quest to enslave the humans. She would require further investigation.

As he drew closer, he could see the thin piece of wood in her hand, her arms were crossed and she was tapping one foot in agitation directed entirely at him.

She even seemed… impatient. And annoyed.

She was intensely intriguing. She was wearing a simple tight black wrap dress with a leather jacket and black high heeled shoes and her face, framed by a short dark bob, had a surprisingly hard edge to it.

He chuckled lightly as he came within earshot of her. "I told you to kneel, did I not?"

"You did." She answered simply.

He gave her his signature charming smile. It had won over maidens all over the galaxy and beyond. "Then kneel." He kept his voice soft but he wasn't certain why, she didn't seem easily frightened.

She just glared at him angrily. "No."

He frowned briefly. "No?"

"No." She held out the hand not holding the piece of wood and nonchalantly started to inspect her crimson nail polish, glancing at him every now and then.

That irritated him to no end. Her nonchalance to his brilliance. "You will kneel as the filth you are!" He spat. "You, the people, need a master, you need to be set free from the oppression of freedom. Now KNEEL!" He pushed her down magically but somehow, she remained standing, completely unperturbed and still glaring at him.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Again, no." She raised a single eyebrow at him and flicked the wood once, which made him freeze up, he was glued to the spot and couldn't move and inch.

"You see these shoes?" She pointed to them while she started sauntering slowly towards him. "They are new and one of a fucking kind. I will not kneel to suit your oversized ego and destroy my beautiful shoes, or for anyone's ego for that matter. I mean, they're Louboutin's for Salazar's sake! I am sick and fucking tired of you mental megalomaniacs trying to 'take over the world'-" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and she started circling him while he was frozen to the spot. "-and to be honest, I won't have it."

She came to a halt right in front of him and glared at him. "Now, I am not in the habit of being told what to do and I probably never will… but in the interest of knowing who you are, you may move your head. I would advise caution as to what you say though. So, who the fuck are you?"

As she said the last word, his head was released from whatever witchcraft she was using upon him. "I am Loki of Asgaard, your King and God come to free your minds." As one, all of his newfound minions started descending on them but the woman had some sort of invisible shield around her so they could not touch her.

Again, she raised that eyebrow at him in that exasperating fashion and flicked the wood a couple of times, every one of his minions turned back to themselves instantly, their tell-tale blue eyes vanishing. He started to protest but she cut him off rudely.

"A god?" She scoffed derisively with the barest hint of a laugh. "Now really… Loki was it? You must be the biggest megalomaniac I've ever met, and that really is saying something considering the Dark Lord and his ludicrous ideas." She paused pensively with an infuriating smirk on her lips. "Well, I am Pansy Parkinson and though I do not profess to particularly like these muggles, I cannot allow you to enslave them."

She shrugged and flicked the wood a couple of times and the cars all righted themselves in a second. Then all of the humans returned to their lives completely unperturbed by recent events and ignoring the two of them entirely.

As if he'd never even been here.

He exploded. "Woman! You will release me from these magical bonds immediately!" He struggled but again, none of the humans around them reacted.

In fact, it was as if they weren't even there. And his sceptre was laying there beside her on the filthy street.

She smirked. "Oh dear, the god does indeed seem rather annoyed."

"You will kneel in your rightful place before me-"

Again, he was infuriatingly being cut off. "The kneeling again Loki? Tsk tsk tsk. I mean, really, how many blowjobs can a man possibly need? You are beginning to sound rather desperate." She eyed him speculatively. "Though you do seem incredibly tense. Maybe all you really need is a great shag. To help you relax a bit more." She then approached him slowly.

"I have no necessities of the flesh." He spat. His words were defiant but his eyes and body had started to react slowly. This woman was a witch, no doubt about that but she was not a witch like his mother, she was different. The thin piece of wood seemed to hold immense power.

Perhaps if he could get that wood from her, it could increase his powers exponentially.

She eyed him thoughtfully with her lips pursed.

A feeling slammed into his body at the sight. It took him a few moments to recognize the obvious signs of arousal. He grit his teeth, trying to will his body to calm down so he could focus on his domination of this wretched heap of gravel and water.

She went right up to him. There was only inches between them now and he fought a delicious shudder at her mere proximity. She looked right into his eyes and he felt a strange intrusion into his mind.

He glared at her but she was unrelenting, siphoning through his memories as if they were made of water.

It didn't take long but she was smirking at him when she released him. "Oh you want to dominate Midgard, do you?"

He gave her an incredulous glare.

She stood up on her toes and whispered seductively in his ear. "How about if I dominate you, hm?" This time he couldn't stop the shudder thrashing its way through him, leaving him heavily aroused in its wake, though he tried to hide it.

She, Pansy, grabbed hold of his collar and whisked them away in the strangest way, it felt like being squeezed through a tube that was too small. He landed ungracefully in a heap at her feet and she eyed him speculatively.

She pointed her stick at the room at large and muttered something. It glowed slightly before fading back. "What magic is this?" He couldn't stop himself from asking.

She smirked again and his cock throbbed in answer.

But she ignored his question. "I saw your entire life in a couple of seconds. I saw everything you've ever done or thought." She cocked her head. "You're interesting. And I understand your frustrations."

He was shocked. First, that she had seen everything so quickly. And then, that she understood. He blinked, wondering what this was about.

"Now, one thing was very clear though… You're sadly lacking in great fucks my dear Loki."

He smirked, he couldn't help but confirm it. "That I am."

"You are the God of Mischief, the troublemaker. Always doing things for your own gain." She paused. "Well I'm no god but I am very like you. So, here's the deal. Today, I will fuck your brains out because I fucking feel like it. You will worship me like I am your goddess, because I fucking am."

She said with fire in her eyes and he knew it to be true. She was magnificent.

"And then you will go on your merry way and leave your conquest of Midgard alone." She continued.

"But-" He tried to interrupt.

"Yes yes,-" She said impatiently. "-I saw that deal you made with that unsavoury Thanos character. He really seems incredibly dull to my mind. A quest for gems? And all of this just to mess with your brother. Fucking megalomaniacs." She scoffed derisively.

Loki didn't know what to think. For once he had not clever retort.

She eyed him again with a lazy shrug. "But I guess I can just return the sceptre to him without him knowing that he ever made that lousy bargain with you about it." She sounded almost bored.

What the hell? That was impossible. "You can?!"

She shrugged again. "Sure. And then I would like to see Asgard for myself."

"Uhm, I'm not sure…" For the first time in his life, he had no plan.

She laughed. "You don't have to be. Now that I've seen it, I can just apparate there." Her eyes glinted. "I can apparate me or the both of us anywhere. No need for Heimdall and his upstanding morals or the mercy of your father."

That got his ideas working.

She cocked her head, looking him up and down with overt appreciation. "But for now, I'll take my satisfaction from you."


She waved her wand a couple of times, stripping him entirely and herself of everything but those shoes. His impressive cock stood out from his toned body and she could appreciate a thick long cock like the best of them.

Then she made sure that he couldn't get hold of her wand, because of course he was planning to steal it and there was no way in seven hells that she would ever allow that to happen.

Entirely nude herself, she paraded around him, taking in his impressive physique and showing off a bit herself too.

She knew that she was gorgeous, and that knowledge blazing in her every move made men mad for her.

She started touching herself, pinching her nipples and letting her hands roam her body freely. He looked like he was salivating.

She turned around and showed off her arse to him, still touching herself slowly and deliciously. It was a game, who cracked first. She could hear his breaths turn heavy and then she bent over right in from of him and plunged two fingers straight into her pussy with a moan.

She was fingerfucking herself shamelessly in front of him, showing off everything. He surged towards her but she stopped him easily. "Down boy." She breathed, with her fingers buried deep in her cunt.

She wanted to torture him, to make him wait for her but when she started moaning, she said breathily, "I hope you fucking know how to use that cock of yours, but first,-" She smirked, still bent over with her arse towards him. "-kneel for your goddess." And then she lifted the charm on him.

He cocked his head with a wicked expression and he was on his knees in seconds. "My kind of kneeling." He licked her from clit to arse several times, tasting her and teasing her. "So fucking delicious." He mumbled against her clit and she spasmed from the feeling.

"You know,-" He mumbled against the very entrance to her core. "-there are rather many perks of being a god. And if you're a good girl, maybe I'll show you."

And then suddenly, his tongue was everywhere. No, he was now sporting several tongues, one liking her clit like no fucking tomorrow, one burrowing its way into her core and one making a meal of her arse.

Merlin's mother fucking tits, the man could give head.

She steadied herself on the end of the bed and, still bent over, Pansy almost screamed from raw pleasure as he took whatever he wanted from her, fucking her with his tongue and needing absolutely no help from his hands. Though his hands were busy taking apart her tits, each nipple was being generously abused, and yet, he kept a firm grip on her hips.

He licked her like a man with literally thousands of years experience and he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of her easily, keeping her bent over and entirely at his mercy.

It was fucking delicious.

He stood after the fifth (or was it sixth?) time with a wicked smirk and just like that, she was ready for him all over again. "Oh, we're just getting started, my exciting human. On the bed, shoes off, face down, ass up."

She kicked off her shoes and got on the bed and he didn't wait, or prepare her or anything, he just plunged his thick, hard cock into her aching pussy like he owned it. And in this fucking moment, he did.

He proceeded to fuck her with abandon and one of the (apparently many) perks of fucking a god was incredible stamina.

"I could give you several cocks to play with Pansy Parkinson of Midgard. I can fill your every hole all at once. Do you want that?"

And then he slapped her arse hard. Smack. Her moans turned louder.

He fucked her hard, never faltering or even stopping for a second. "You dare try to control me?" He growled. Smack.

A veritable Fiendfyre of pleasure erupted deep in her belly again. By all of the gods, he was a spectacular fuck.

"You dare to stop me?!" Smack.

"You dare to think yourself better than me?" Smack.

"I am your god!" He growled. Smack.

She keened from the pleasure thrumming within her. "Yes, fuuuuck, my god." She breathed as he pistoned into her.

He grabbed her hair by the nape of her neck, all the while, still fucking her. "I could ruin you." He whispered and it echoed around the room in rhythm with his never-ending fucking of her pulsing cunt. "Now be a good girl and take it all." Smack.

She screamed when she came again, and he fucked her right through it. She was quite sure he was already ruining her.

He fucked her in every conceivable position by ordinary or magical means and the effect was nothing short of extraordinary.

He wrung orgasm after orgasm out of her as easily as wringing a dish cloth. And she hadn't been a witch, she would've passed out hours ago.

But he hadn't come yet and she made it her mission to make him come.

At one point, he was on the bed and she was riding him but he still had way to much control. She leaned down and said hoarsely, "I remember asking if you wanted to be dominated, didn't I?"

Before he could react, four magical ropes had shot out to bind his hands and knees to the four-poster bed and she didn't stop riding him.

"Release me woman!" He roared.

She took her time, riding him slowly, almost to the point of pain. "You are mine now, Loki of Asgard." She breathed between pants. "You will worship me as your goddess, I will make sure of it."

"Fuuuuck…" He groaned, utterly at her mercy.

She rode him slowly, steadying herself on his chest and looking deep within his eyes.

And she saw.

He had plans for her, for her powers, for what they could achieve together. And she wanted it all.

Be he was not going to be the only one in charge. She hadn't survived a fucking war just to become a follower.

She bit her lip and smirked at him. "I can give you more power Loki. Just as you can give me. I will accept nothing less than all of it." Her words were punctuated by the wet slap of her body against him.

He choked and his eyes were hazy lust filled pools of infinity.

"I will stay like this, fucking your spectacular cock slowly for as long as I fucking feel like it, until you agree." She breathed the words, her next orgasm already close and pooling in her every nerve end.

She fucked him cheerfully, using his cock to get herself off twice more before he relented, the stubborn man. "Fucking FINE!" He blurted out in a hoarse yell. "All of it, just fucking fuck me witch!"

She smirked, still rather unhurried. "I'll wager you're this close to coming, aren't you?" He held up her fingers sooo close together.

She got off him and he spat a whole lot of expletives at her. But she didn't care, she had other plans.

"Now that you're stuck here, what should I do with you?"

"Woman! Release me from these bonds!"

She chuckled and licked her lips. "Well, I can think of one way to shut you up."

She climbed up on bed, positioning he pussy over his face. "Did I ever tell you that I absolutely adore cunnilingus?"

He didn't get a chance to reply before she lowered her core to his mouth and he went to fucking town, clearly pouring all of his frustrations of being stuck into her cunt. He nibbed, licked, sucked and bit her softly, making the heat gather all over again.

In front of her, his cock was bobbing, slick with their shared fluids and leaking suspicious amounts of pre-come.

She smirked and took hold of him. His entire body trembled and his hips automatically rose in search of friction.

She bent over and started sucking him off, hollowing out her cheeks and using both hands to jerk his impressive cock off with every bob up and down.

His legs were writing and they moved together, hurtling towards something…

She cupped and rolled his balls, making him squirm underneath her and just as they were reaching a pitch, she plunged a wet finger deep into his arse, hitting his prostate repeatedly.

He roared into her pussy as he came like a fucking fountain and he twisted repeatedly under her, struggling against the magical bonds as he pumped his come all over her face, neck and tits.

She released the bonds and with one wave of her hand, they were both clean.

He was panting hard and hadn't moved at all from the place she had practically tortured him. He seemed rather dumbfounded.

She looked at him with a lazy grin on her face. "Shower?"


The next morning she took some sort of potion that made steam come out of her ears before she smirked at him rather sexily. "So… Is the god up for more?"

Of course he fucking was, and they spent several more hours fucking, including a rather fantastic interlude in the shower again, when she deepthroated him before he picked her up impatiently and fucked her against the tiles.

Her cunt was tight and wet, exactly how he preferred it, and she took his cock like such a good girl. It made him give her more, it made him exciting for every new position and it made him excited for her.

But after lunch she was getting impatient. "So, can I see Asgaard now?" She pulled on a deep green top.

"No!" He yelled at her, still naked and entirely unashamed.

She merely raised an eyebrow as she pulled on her skin-tight jeans. "And why the hell not?"

He practically growled at her and she didn't even flinch. "Because it's only for Asgardians. You are not allowed to go there." He flicked his wrist and instantaneously he was dressed. A neat trick.

She scoffed and stepped into her new high-heeled shoes. "Right. As if someone like you could possibly stop me."

She took hold of the sceptre and almost instantly twisted on the spot, a movement he remembered from the day before. He scrambled and just before she disappeared from the apartment he managed to grab hold of her.

It was that feeling of being squeezed through a fucking tube again. Uncomfortable much.

When they landed, he glared at her. "What the fuck was that about?!"

She just shrugged. "See, I told you, no morals needed." She looked around, looking rather unimpressed. "Its nice here, lots of gold though. Very 90s Versace with a bit of old Rome mixed in. What's with the togas?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. She was pure power and chaos and he found himself equally exasperated and head over heel for this girl.

"Fine. Come meet my family then." He muttered darkly before he took her hand to pull her towards the castle.

And she let him.

The end.