It started out as a normal day...well, a typical day at least. Morning sex with Loki, breakfast, angel magic lessons with Derrick (today it actually was Derrick, and not Michael or Gabriel deciding to surprise me), then a leisurely drive out of the city and through the New York State countryside to Avengers Compound. Loki kissed me and went on to the kitchen to claim his share of the coffee while I went to my desk, booted things up, and started my day accompanied by the sounds of the news on the television. I said my hellos to Sam, who was on the sofa, and to Bucky, who just walked in, and turned my attention to my work. Loki came in, made me tingle with his soft touches on my hair and arm, then went to go find his brother. I could hear Peter somewhere in another room playing some sort of video game on what sounded like a Nintendo DS. I heard Natasha working out in the gym a few floors below, while a few floors above Carol and Rhodey were talking while pretending that the sexual tension that existed between them wasn't there. In short, it was just a day in my life and the lives of the Avengers.

Then I felt it.

Anguish. Sorrow. Hurt. Guilt.

Even before he walked in, I knew the feelings were coming from Steve. I was already giving him my stare-down, which he was doing his best to ignore. I had learned that going up and asking, "What's wrong?" didn't work with Steve, nor most of the rest of the team, so I had perfected a stare that made people so uncomfortable they eventually cracked and spilled everything.

The only one who didn't squirm when I turned the stare on them was Loki. He claimed it was a turn-on.

It took about ten minutes for Steve to crack. He rose from the chair he had sat in and marched over to my desk. "It's nothing," he blurted out.

I just kept staring.

Steve ran a hand over his hair and sighed. "I just got off the phone with Sharon."

"Sharon," I repeated icily, in a voice that Loki claimed chilled the whole team. Except for him...again he said it was a turn-on.

It got Bucky and Sam's attention. "What'd she want?" Bucky almost snarled.

"Just to talk," Steve answered. "She..." He blew out a breath. "...she said that I owed her, to listen to her since it was my fault she was in prison."

"She said what." Now I was pissed. Steve winced but I didn't care if he found me scary at that moment.

"You don't owe her a damn thing," Sam growled.

"She is right in a way...if I had just gone to find her, tried harder...maybe she wouldn't have..."

"Wouldn't have what?" I asked. "Wouldn't have almost killed you extracting the super soldier formula from you?"

Steve turned to look at me...then backed up a few steps, staring at my arms. At the same time, I saw Peter peek in, also look at me in alarm, and he ran back out.

"Um...Tracy..." I heard Bucky stammer.

"So, you became preoccupied with other things, she fell by the wayside, and that excuses what she did to you?" I went on.

"Tracy..." Steve began.

I saw Loki rush back in, obviously alerted to my anger through our bond. I didn't look away from Steve, but I knew Loki was getting closer and felt his touch on my arm.

"I'm sorry I brought it up," Steve mumbled.

"Don't let that bitch get into your head, Steve," I snarled. "Don't. She's not worth your time and damn sure isn't worth your guilt!"

I realized Steve was staring at my arms and I looked down to see they were engulfed in angelfire.

And that was when Peter ran back in with the bucket of water.

Being able to dry oneself off with magic was a handy skill, but I was still cold. Loki let me turn on the heat in his car and I adjusted the vents. "Let it out," I told him.

Loki was staring straight ahead at the road and refusing to so much as glance at me.

"Loki. I know you want to. Go ahead and get it over with," I told him again.

He kept on staring straight ahead, but his jaw was ticking.

"Literally every cell in your body is screaming in pain from you holding in your laughter. So let it out."

He cleared his throat. "It was not that funny." His voice was strained from his efforts to hold his laughter back.

Bullshit. I looked out the passenger side window. After a few minutes, I finally admitted, "It was sort of funny." I sighed. "For such a smart kid, he does have his moments. Trying to put out my angelfire with water..."

I heard a chuckle from the driver's seat.

"Which one of us put up the shield around my desk? I can't remember...I was kind of busy glaring at Parker while I dripped all over the carpet..."

"I took the liberty," Loki told me.

I sighed again. "At least Steve was cheered up."

"Every individual in that room was cheered up. After the Parker child soaked you...well, you just had this look..."

I looked over at Loki because I could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You just looked so...well, I believe the word would be grumpy..."

He lost it. I rolled my eyes as he laughed so hard that I was surprised he managed to stay on the road.

And okay, I chuckled as well. Because it was funny. I could see the humor in it now. At the time, not so much. My main concern had been the electronics.

I realized then that we were no longer on the highway. At some point Loki had turned off and was now driving deep into the forest along a gravel road. "Loki..."

"We are far enough away from the Compound now I believe," he declared as he put the car in park and turned the ignition off. His car was a black 1950s Rolls Royce with original everything. This meant that all the gears and such were on the wood panel dashboard and the front seat was just one bench, making it easy to slide himself over, grab me, and pull me into his lap.

Where I felt the evidence that some of the angelfire did touch him. For some inexplicable reason my angelfire acted as an aphrodisiac for him, and it was so strong that he obviously couldn't wait until we got home.

I shivered as he ran his hands up and down my back, his lips meeting the pulse in my neck. "We need to get you angry enough to call the angelfire more often," he murmured. I couldn't just call the stuff up...I didn't have over control it, it just appeared at times I was feeling strong emotion. But when it did appear, Loki liked to take advantage of it.

"People are scared of me when I'm mad," I pointed out, shuddering when he ran his hands through my hair to cradle the back of my head.

He shut me up with a hungry kiss that went to my toes, giving me chills in a good way. His tongue flicked into my mouth, just enough to tease, and I felt my clothes melt away. His fingers brushed the undersides of my breasts and I surrendered to whatever it was he wanted to do to me tonight.

I moaned when he bit the side of my neck, his fingers now touching me between my legs. He did something involving a wet finger and my clit that would have made my knees buckle if I wasn't already kneeling on the seat of the Rolls, straddling his lap. His fingers left me to lower his zipper then returned to tease me even more.

I was dripping by the time he lowered me onto himself, holding me still for several minutes. Then his arm snaked around me, and he toyed with my buttplug. I felt him move it back and forth inside me before he pulled it out. He laid the gold, bejeweled plug aside on the seat and then I felt it.

Some phantom force that felt like a cock probed at my ass. I gasped loudly as it pushed its way inside me, filling me up. It was the exact size of Loki's cock, and I gulped air while experiencing the fullest feeling of my life. It felt like I was being stretched apart, the burn intense and oh so good.

"I thought of duplicating myself to do this," Loki informed me in a sultry purr. "But then I decided I am so jealous, that I do not wish to share you even with myself."

I groaned at the thought of being used by two of him, and my pussy clenched.

"Oh, you like that, do you? You like the idea of me in front of you, another me behind you, each fucking you? Two cocks penetrating you? I shall keep that in mind when we have more room."

Loki really needed to shut up before he killed me. I gasped when he thrust up inside me, the invisible cock in my ass thrusting in time with him. I felt so claimed as it was. Having another him behind me, kissing my back with his hands coming around to toy with my clit, while the Loki I was straddling kissed my neck and stroked my breasts? The thought was way too much, and I looked into his eyes and knew he was responsible for planting the images in my head.

I should have been mad, but I was already on the brink instead. He thrust up in me, the phantom thrust, and my nails went into his back. "Oh God!"

"Yes," Loki agreed. "I am. Let go, Pet. It is just the two of us here, and my magics make it so you can scream as loud as you want, and no one will hear."

I did scream as he thrusts became harder, my whole world narrowing to the feel of the two cocks inside me, threatening to split me in two. He growled when I clawed his back, then encouraged me when I began the climb to my peak. "Loki," I moaned.

"Yes, my love, let go...I know you love it, feeling me in both your cunt and your ass, you have needed this as much as I...I demand you let yourself go and give it to me. Come for me!"

I shattered, screaming while his hand thrust into my hair and pulled it hard. I felt both cocks swell inside me, the thrusts becoming more erratic and urgent, then Loki spent himself with a groan. I clung to him, shivering while feeling the phantom slide out of my ass. We stayed like that for quite a while, listening to the sounds of the forest as evening slowly approached.