Every Queen needs Their King

by Blondie 20000

Loki should have been troubled by this but instead he found himself looking into her eyes. He could have sworn he saw himself reflecting back at him. A image of himself sat on the throne with her by his side. King and Queen of the world. Everyone kneeling down, submitting to them. His glorious purpose right there within his reach. Maybe this is what he needed to do.

"What is it you want Loki?"

Abaddon crosses one leg over the other.

Tap

Tap

She taps her sharp, red nails onto the table and waits for the God's response. Loki takes a deep breath.

"I want the throne."

She paused at that. She tilts her head.

"You and me both." She stands up and walks towards him. She stops inches away from him. "As they say." She smirks. "Every Queen needs their King."

She rakes him up and down with her eyes and her tongue slides across her lips. Loki raises an eyebrow.

"Are you proposing an alliance?"

"Yes."

"I decline." He replied sharply. Abaddon wasn't backing down that easily.

"Honey if you want to rule the world you are going to need all the help you can get."

"I have my resources." He glares at her. "I don't need help from a demon." He spat out the word like it was venom. "I would never associate myself with vermin."

She laughs at that.

"Here I thought you would be different."

"What do you mean?"

"You sound like them...Asgardian."

Loki opens his mouth to argue that he is in fact Asgardian but then paused. He remembered he isn't Asgardian he never was. He was always an outsider, a monster from the scary stories parents told their children. Lies. He grew up living a lie.

Now he had no one.

Loki grits his teeth as the familiar feelings of rage and fury bubbled up inside him. Abaddon's grin widens. She knew she hit a nerve.

"Poor little Frost Giant." She mocked him. "Daddy didn't give you enough cuddles."

Abaddon suddenly gasped as Loki pinned her against the wall.

"Shut up!" He yelled in her face.

That only made her laugh harder.

He grabs her throat and wraps his fingers around her tight.

The laughter soon dissolved into coughs and gasps.

But the madness remained in her eyes.

She is enjoying this.

Through the struggle Abaddon's smile grew. Disgusted by her reaction Loki lifts her up and throws her across the room.

Abaddon crashes into the table. She fell on the ground with a mighty thud.

"Yes!" She sits up and shakes the pieces of wood out of her hair. "Let's do that again."

He clenched his jaw.

"Or not." She stands up and brushes herself down. "You know..." She blows the hair out of her face. "I have several tricks of my own like this one." She raises her hand.

A sharp piercing pain shoots through him. The God cries out and doubles over clutching his stomach.

"Hurts hmm. How about now?"

She clenched her fist.

The pain increased tenfold.

Loki bites his lip to stop himself from screaming.

"Oh no no." She shakes her head. "I wanna hear your voice. It's quite a turn on. Actually I have a better idea." She grins. "Kneel."

He glares at her.

"I beg your pardon."

"Get down on your knees and worship your Queen."

She spreads her arms out and raises her head. That made Loki push through the pain. He straightened up and glared daggers at her.

"No! That will never happen."

"How do you know that?"

"Because in the end...You will be bowing down to me...Your King."

"I don't bow down to anyone sweetheart."

"Guess that's now all going to change."

"You challenging me?" She huffed an amused laugh. "For a God you are naive. I was created by the Devil himself."

"I am Loki and I am a God and I am burdened with glorious purpose. Soon I will fulfil that purpose and when I'm King I will wipe you all out."

She pretended to look scared.

"I'm shaking to my boots right now."

"Continue to mock me and you will pay."

"Depends on the type of payment." Her eyes linger on his crotch. "I wouldn't resist if you offered."

He shook his head with disgust.

"You want to know what will happen Loki? You will lose because you are a weak."

" I'm not weak. "

"This..." She gestures to him. "Is an act this isn't you...You don't really want the throne."

"You don't know me."

"Sweetie I'm a demon it's my job to know everyone. I know pain and boy you are drowning in it I can smell it from here. The throne is temporary something to fill a hole but what you really want is to not be alone...You miss him your brother."

"He is not my brother."

"You still love him. All you wanted was to be his equal, rule with him but that was never going to happen because you are not them...Remember Frost Giant? No matter how desperate you want to be them. Frigga only put up with you because she had to Odin forced her to raise you."

"That's not true."

"You were nothing but charity."

"I was destined to rule."

"You were destined to die...You still are and that's what will happen. Sure you have the resources and soon you will have the tesseract in your possession but it's not enough you will be exposed for what you are a child throwing a tantrum." She clicked her teeth. "Pathetic. That's why the throne needs someone like me. I have no burden, no pain, guilt I'm as tough as nails I will never break because...My soul is already broken twisted, tainted too far gone to be saved. I like it. I like what I am and I will embrace it. You on the other hand can only do this act for so long eventually you will break and you will suffer because of it and when that happens I will not help you. I offered a team up and you refused. May you suffer the consequences."

Loki remained silent as Abaddon spins on her heel and pours herself a drink. She sips it and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Cat got your tongue."

He looks at her. A range of emotions go across his face.

"You know I'm right." She continued. "That's why you can't argue back. You know maybe I was being a bit harsh back there. The offer still on the table. I do want to help you Loki I can make all this go away. The pain poof gone like that. No more doubts, no more feelings you will be stronger than ever." He gives her a suspicious look. "You have every right to question me...but I've been honest the moment we met unlike Odin."

Judging by the slump of his shoulders Abaddon knew he agreed with her.

"Gone." He said out loud his voice sounding uncertain.

"We provide pain and take away the pain. You just got to let me in Loki." She holds out her hand. He takes a step back he became defensive again.

"You could still be a King." Abaddon nods. "You do have the potential but you will need my guidance if you want to achieve your goal also I will offer you what no one else will...A chance to rule as a equal my equal. You and me against the world. Come on Loki you have to admit that sounds tempting. It's a delicious offer. We both want the same thing it makes sense for us to team up come on! Say yes, join me! I know you want too." She has closed the space between them again. "It's time to stand up and be a God a better God than Odin, Thor, better than them all that will happen if you accept this offer."

Her eyes have become wild and his lips form into a smirk. Loki should have been troubled by this but instead he found himself looking into her eyes. He could have sworn he saw himself reflecting back at him. A image of himself sat on the throne with her by his side. King and Queen of the world. Everyone kneeling down, submitting to them.

His glorious purpose right there within his reach. Maybe this is where he needed to be maybe this is what he needed to do.

Abaddon offered her hand again.

This time he took it.

She brings him in and seals the deal with a kiss.

As soon as her lips went on his Loki felt something in him change. All the emotions stirring inside him are gone. Now he is hollow. Empty. He felt nothing.

It was like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He felt good he felt free.

Loki smiles into the kiss. Abaddon pulls away and cups his cheek with her hand. The black smoke tickled him as it travelled back to her mouth.

"You feel that?" She asked.

He shakes his head.

"I feel nothing."

She grins.

"Exactly."

He sighs with relief.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Stick with me and I will make it permanent."

Her lips return to his again. He eagerly kisses her back allowing himself to be consumed by the darkness allowing her to slowly corrupt his soul.

Loki lies her down on the floor and starts kissing her hungrily. Abaddon smilies as he begun removing her clothes. He needed her, every part of her.

Abaddon gasped as his lips grazed her entrance. That immediately made him turn feral.

It wasn't long before he removed his clothes and buried himself inside her. Abaddon's eyes turn black as he started to thrust her.

"Fuck!" She cursed out loud.

He responded with a growl and increased the pace.

Abaddon smiles widely and lies her head back.

Moments later Abaddon feels something cold pressed against her skin. She looks down and sees a dagger pressed against her neck. She then looks up.

Loki looks down at her. The disgust has returned to his face. His eyes expressed his doubt.

"A fighter." Abaddon looked overjoyed by his reaction. "I like that."

"Scum." He spat out.

She sighs.

"Better than darling and dear I suppose. Loki do not fight it those feelings of yours are a weakness. A true King must not be weak. "

He can feel her hovering. Her darkness creeping towards him. He can hear the mad Titan's words which sent a chill down his spine.

The torture he endured all came flooding back.

The God grits his teeth.

He can feel himself drowning again.

His mind screaming.

She places her hand on his.

The noises stop.

"It's okay." She smiled. " Aunty Abby we'll take care of it for you. "

The roles reverse and this time Abaddon is on top. She pins him down and gives him a wicked grin.

"Shh." She places her finger on his lips. "Block it all out focus on my voice." She digs her nails into him. Loki cried out. Abaddon grabs his hand that still held the dagger. She presses the tip of the dagger against her stomach. "Do it." She ordered .

He hesitated.

"Channel it." She growled. She pulls him forward by his hair until they are eye to eye. "Unleash it!"

She grips his hand.

The doubt crept back in.

He didn't like to hurt people she knew that. That will all change once she is done with him.

"Loki."

She grips his chin with her hand. He stared into the bottomless pit of her eyes. There was nothing not one bit of light in those dark eyes. Within a blink he saw his throne again. His purpose.

"Glorious purpose." Her voice echoed across the room.

She kisses him again. Loki desperately wanting to feel nothing again kisses her back.

"Go on." She told him in his mind.

He brings her forward.

The dagger goes through her.

Abaddon laughed and told him to do it again.

He did.

And again.

He did.

She returns to her original position and surrenders herself to him. He continued to hurt her, to torture her just like how the Mad Titan tortured him. He pours all his pain and hatred into each strike letting it all come out. He screams with rage and slashes across her stomach.

Abaddon this time did scream.

It is soon followed by laughter. She laughed like a hyena high pitched and crazy.

Hungry for more Loki kisses her, allows himself to be drenched in her blood. He licks her body and sucks up every last drop of her. The demon blood burns but also excites him. It made the world come into a much sharper focus.

He felt unstoppable.

He laughs as well. A wicked laugh.

It felt so freaking good.

Abaddon places her blood stained hands on his face.

"My King." She purred.

"My Queen." He replied his voice husky.

He wanted more. She is like a drug to him. Abaddon reading his thoughts rolls them over and she is back on top of him again.

She lowers herself on to him and grasps his length in her hands.

"Pleasure is all mine." She grinned.

She then drew him in her mouth. Loki sighs and lies back.

He allowed the darkness to fully take over.

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"It's time." Loki turns and gestures. "To join your friends."

Hawkeye slowly nods. His eyes glazed over.

"Now." The God ordered.

Hawkeye raises the blade and slashes his neck. He sputtered as blood poured out of his neck. He then collapsed on to the ground and seconds later he died.

Loki raises his boot and kicks his body. The body tumbles down the steps and joins the other fallen Avengers.

"There's no one to save you now!" Loki yelled at the crowd. "Your precious heroes are gone!"

"Brother!"

Thor tried to stand up but the chains held him down. Loki quickly turns round and glared at him.

"It's over Thor."

"No." Thor shakes his head. "Brother."

Loki grabs Thor by the chin and pulls him forward.

"Now it's your turn." The God of Mischief snarled.

The God of Thunder again shakes his head.

"Brother l love you. This...This isn't you this is the witch's doing."

"Witch!" Abaddon looked offended. "I'm a demon you asshole. How dare you associate me with them." She scowls and waves her hand. "Kill him Loki."

"Loki please." Tears formed in Thor's eyes. "It doesn't have to be this way."

Loki hesitated. The familiar doubt returns to his eyes. Thor gives him a smile and his eyes softened. Loki's lip trembled and his hands shook.

The shaking stopped when she held his hand. She turns her head to him and shakes her head.

"Remember what I said." She said.

She squeezed his hand.

The doubt washed away.

Loki angrily looked at the other God.

"You are wrong. This is the only way."

Before Thor could react Loki kills him.

Abaddon watched with a big grin on her face.

"Bro... "

Thor coughs blood. His eyes are wide with shock and hurt. He then collapses struggling to catch his breath. Loki struck him again and again he kept going until the God of Thunder looked unrecognizable.

The crowd fell silent.

The final Avenger now deceased joins the other bodies.

The God of Mischief turns his head away. He felt nothing. Not one emotion crossed his face.

Abaddon knew her work is done.

They join hands again and face the crowd.

"KNEEL TO YOUR KING AND QUEEN!" Loki ordered.

The people looked on feeling shocked.

"YOU HEARD HIM!" Abaddon screamed. "KNEEL!"

Feeling completely hopeless every single person got down on their knees.

Loki smiles and raises his hands taking it all in.

He has finally fulfilled his glorious purpose.

He looks at the demon.

And it's all thanks to her.

Abaddon smiles in his direction.

Equals. She scoffed. Never.

She holds on to his arm.

You belong to me now God of Mischief.

Her hold on him tightens.

A smirk spreads across her red painted lips.

You will always be mine.

The End