She'd just lit a cigarette when the screaming started. Hundreds of people running from an odd looking man wearing a golden horned headdress and holding a glowing staff of sorts. She watched the scene unfold impassively as he shouted for them to kneel. She looked on in disgusted incredulity as the large group kneeled in fright. She laughed then, gaining the mans attention. He turned to her, pointing his staff in her direction. "I said kneel," he growled threateningly. She grinned as she started weaving her way through the kneeling crowd, flicking her cigarette as she went only to immediately spark another. "I don't kneel to anyone, sugah," she chuckled. She stopped in the midst of the crowd and looked around. Shaking her head in absolute disgust she rolled her eyes, "Are you guys kidding? It's one man, you outnumber him." She spat on the ground before taking another drag of her cigarette. "Weak and boring," she said rolling her eyes again. "You would openly disobey your king," he snarled. She arched one elegant eyebrow. "I've known many kings in my time and you," she smirked eyeing him up and down, "are no king."
His eyes narrowed as he watched the alarmingly beautiful woman in front of him. He didn't understand why but he was enjoying her defiance. "Who are you," he asked with actual curiosity. She grinned then, mischief lighting her eyes, "Wouldn't you like to know." She turned her head, hearing the approach of what sounded like a fighter jet. Turning on her heel she started walking away from him and the kneeling crowd. With a backwards wave she called out, "See you around, Loki Laufeyson." He frowned at her retreating back, how had she known his name.
A few days later she was making her way down the street to the next pub. She'd just lit a cigarette when her preternatural hearing picked up a group of footsteps trying to be stealthy. She stopped and sighed, recognizing that they had her loosely surrounded. She turned then facing a woman in tactical gear with vibrant red hair. Taking another drag of her cigarette she addressed her. "To what do I owe this little visit," she smirked. "Fury would like a word," she said crossing her arms over her chest. Arching an eyebrow she said, "Is that why he sent his group of super powered idiots? For a chat?" Steve Rogers walked out of the darkened alley to her left while a tall muscle bound blonde wearing a cape and carrying a wicked looking war hammer dropped down to her right. She heard the metallic clang as Tony Stark in one of his metal suits landed behind her. She rolled her eyes, "Widow," she admonished, "All this for little old me? A bit overkill don't you think, then again a part of me can't help but think you should've brought more men." "I'm sorry Aes," Natasha said causing her to frown. There was a sharp sting in the side of her neck, frowning even more she reached up and pulled a small dart from her neck. She looked up at Natasha and growled, "Fucking bitch," before sinking to her knees, vision rapidly blurring. She heard them speak as she fought to stay conscious. "Was that really necessary Tash," Rogers asked. "We can't take any chances, Fury said she was dangerous and we're kinda on a time schedule. He's given her every chance to come in on her own but she keeps dodging him," Natasha said quickly. After that little tidbit she stopped fighting and let the darkness take her.
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Loki's Queen
Fanfiction[Explicit] What happens when Loki finally meets his match? For all his machinations for becoming king she is already a queen.
