She followed Natasha to a set of reinforced double doors which opened after she pinned in the code. "You have fifteen minutes to learn what you can," she said stepping aside. Aes stepped in, lighting a cigarette as the doors closed behind her. He stood with his back to her, rage pouring off him in waves. "More interrogations? I'll tell you nothing," he growled. She smirked and sat in the lone chair by the glass cage. "I assure you I don't actually care," she said studying him. He spun around at the sound of her voice, staring in barely concealed shock. "You," he growled. "Me," she smiled, "I really don't like being summoned. What do you want?" A sly look came over his face, "I don't know what you mean." She chuckled before taking a drag of her cigarette, "Come now, we're way pass that game, don't you think? They want to know your plans, I just want to know why you called me here." He observed her, her demeanor. She was startlingly beautiful, ethereally so. Her eyes were a shimmering gold leaving him feeling as if she could see into his very soul. Her hair was pulled back in a messy tangle of dark curls with shocks of vibrant color scattered throughout. Her skin looked exceedingly soft, the color of warm coffee with just a touch too much creamer. She stood then as if affording him a full look at her body. She was tall for a woman but still slightly shorter than himself. She wore a baggy distressed t-shirt with the word 'Korn' emblazoned upon it in vibrant red. Her long legs were encased in form fitting pants making the flex of muscle visible.
He suddenly wondered what it would be like to have those legs bare and wrapped around his hips. For a split second he thought she could read his mind but glancing back at her face said maybe he was wrong for her expression had not changed. "Who are you," he asked gruffly. She arched an elegant eyebrow at him. She'd felt his perusal of her as if he'd been running his hands over her bare skin, it'd taken much to school her features and control her response. Truth be told it had aroused her especially when she'd caught a glimpse of what he was thinking, specifically about her legs. "My name is Aes," she shrugged. "Yes," he said dismissively, "but WHO are you?" "If I didn't tell you then, what makes you think I'm going to tell you now," she laughed. He slammed a fist against the glass, "Don't play games with me," he barked. "You're the trickster, I thought you liked games, Prince Loki," she said huskily, pressing her palms flat against the glass. He looked down into her eyes momentarily getting lost in them, "How do you know me?"
She smiled and stepped back from the glass, "I know a great many things Loki Laufeyson. Prince. Jotunn." Shock and rage shot through him as he punched the glass again, "You insolent..." "Now, now," she cut him off looking incredibly amused, "no need to get so bent out of shape. What could you possibly do to me from in there." She stepped to the glass again, flattening her palms against the glass right at his chest. She looked up at him from under her lashes, "Perhaps you'd hurt me, kill me?" She sighed huskily, "or perhaps you'd use one of your lovely daggers on me, mmmmm." He felt a bolt of shock and need shoot through him. If this damnable glass wasn't here he'd have her pinned to that wall screaming his name. She turned then and sat back down in her seat, lighting another cigarette as she watched him with a smirk playing about her lips. "These family squabbles are getting old don't you think? Your brother is destined to rule Asgard so you thought you'd grace us with your presence and try ruling Midgard?" She frowned dramatically, "Why choose this little dirtball? You could've found a realm worthy of you, that would've accepted you for who you are." He growled before turning away. "You know nothing, there is no realm that would openly accept me." She heard the underlying sadness in his voice and oddly her heart hurt for him. "Really, this crusade to be seen as equal, worthy in everyone else's eyes is rotting your brain. Who gives a shit what the Allfather thinks? Live your life, be happy and comfortable in your own skin," she said offhandedly as if it didn't matter, as if it were common knowledge. "What would you know of it you mewling quim," he roared, his chest heaving in rage. She arched an eyebrow and sighed, standing and dusting herself off. "Well now, that wasn't very polite for a prince, now was it?" She walked to the door and banged three times. Once they opened she called out without a backward glance, "See you around Prince Loki, see you around."
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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.
