Agent A: Displaced

Dangerous Game

She awoke to a deep heaviness in her limbs. Her inner thighs burned with the memory of what happened last night and a flood of shame, tinged with excitement, threatened to overwhelm her.

"Hello."

She jumped, grabbing at the sheet to cover herself up. Loki was sat in a chair in the corner, staring intently at her.

Her eyes travelled down to his open collar, where a dark bruise peeked out. "You have sharp teeth, Little One," he smiled at the memory, but she couldn't remember biting him.

"Breakfast?" He smiled, "Or maybe pizza? It is mid-afternoon after all."

"Mid-afternoon?" She repeated dumbly.

"Well, it was a busy night. You earned your rest."

She blushed furiously and looked away.

"Come now. Your mind can keep denying its true feelings but your body can't lie to me." He crawled onto the bed, advancing slowly. "Your passion sings through your blood. I don't need magic to hear it."

She swallowed, unable to deny the near-painful tingle of anticipation between her legs and she squeezed them tightly closed. "It's too early for pizza. I want something sweet. Waffles?"

"Was that an order?" He smirked.

"Yes."

"Feeling very bold this morning, are we?"

"You asked me if I wanted food, so yes, that is my breakfast order."

"It's a dangerous game you're playing, Little One," he smirked. "Get showered, you're filthy."

She felt it unwise to push her luck, although she would have preferred to stay in bed. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress and stood, pulling the sheet with her. Her legs didn't feel all too stable in those tentative first few steps.

He sighed. "Drop the sheet."

"Huh?"

"Less than ten hours ago I had you wrapped around me like a scarf. Now is not the time for modesty," he grabbed the sheet, tearing it from her. "Or the time to disobey me.' He wrenched her over his knee and delivered a firm slap across her ass. She squealed out in pain.

"Now go get showered," he growled, keeping tight hold of the sheet so she couldn't cover up again.

She gasped as she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. A purple-black bruise, the twin to Loki's own mark, bloomed low on her neck, while the ghosts of his fingertips and teeth made faint impressions across her breasts, hips and inner thighs.

As she showered away the remains of last night's acts, she tried not to think too much about how each mark had been caused, but the memories flooded her and she could feel the maddening wave of desire threatening to overwhelm her.

She emerged slowly from the bathroom, towel clutched tightly against her damp skin in case he was still lurking in her room. The chair was empty and she sighed with relief.

She found him in the kitchen unwrapping more boxes of takeout. "Waffles," he raised the plates in her direction. She went to take the plate from his hands but he swept past her to place them theatrically on the dining table.

"Your breakfast order, my lady."

"Oh stop it," she rolled her eyes.

"Stop what?" He asked innocently. "Stop following your order to bring you waffles for breakfast? Perhaps you'd prefer to be bound to this chair and spend the next few hours watching them go cold and stale as a reminder of who is really in charge here?"

Her stomach growled in response and he gestured for her to sit down. She waited to feel the rough bite of rope around her wrists but he merely took his place opposite her. She ate quickly in case he changed his mind, aware of his eyes constantly on her.