Agent A: Displaced

First Day Of Training

Loki approached the bed with an armful of clothes. "Are you ready to get started?"

"Er, sure."

"I've brought you something you may be more comfortable in." He held out the bundle to her. "Get dressed," he urged.

It reminded her of her SHIELD jumpsuit, fitted panels hugging her muscles in a comforting embrace. She found a hair tie in one of the vanity drawers and braided her hair tightly, hoping she was ready for whatever the day would bring.

"You look just like when we first met," he smiled and held his hand out to her.

"First I'm going to teach you how to draw power into yourself and how to hold it safely. Only then will I teach you to blow dry your hair and conjure pizza. Just remember, you're safe. Nothing will happen to you while I'm here."

She nodded.

"Can you feel it?" He asked, squeezing her fingers gently before letting go of her hand.

She could, it rose up to meet her like an old friend, the green glow hovering above her skin for a moment before sinking into her and melting through her body.

"Now give it back," he said firmly.

"What? How?"

"Focus on bring the seidr back into your fingertips."

She closed her eyes and reached out for it with her mind. It gathered obediently in her palm.

"Good," he covered her hand with his own. "Now to me." She willed it towards him, gasping as it hit him like a bolt.

"Sorry.'

"Don't be. That was perfect for your first attempt. Over time you will be able to control the force of that transfer, useful for fighting or other purposes. Now let's try again, with a little more resistance."

She looked at him with eyebrows furrowed.

He chuckled. "You didn't think I walked around completely open to attack did you? I have to lower all my defences to allow you to remove even a small amount of my seidr."

They went over the process over and over again, as Loki gradually raised his shields. Pulling his seidr out was getting easier with practice, despite the resistance, but getting it back in proved challenging. Chunks of marble littered the floor where her mis-aimed attempts had gone awry.

"Ok, stop. This time I don't want it back." Loki had both hands raised. "I think there's something you want more. Little One, focus on what you want."

"You?" she asked hopefully.

"Not what I was thinking, but play your cards right and you may get your wish later. Now focus."

A large platter of fruit clattered to the ground and she jumped in fright. He swept it up off the floor. "Come, sit down and eat, you're getting tired."

"So, how am I doing?" She asked, grabbing a slice of melon.

"Breathtakingly well, Little One." He learnt over to capture her lips in a firm kiss. 'As I said last night, you have remarkable control."

She melted into him as he continued kissing her. "What are you doing?" She whispered, the fruit forgotten about.

"Testing your control," he replied, smiling against her lips. He pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling his legs. Her mind wandered to the first time he'd held her in that position, flushing at the pleasure the memory evoked.

He began to kiss down her neck, his seidr nudging at her flesh. She pushed it away, trying to focus on the pleasure she got from being under his probing mouth. He pressed her hips down and ground into her, groaning as he did so. The friction between her legs increased and she responded by pressing back into him, panting with the effort to keep him close.

The pleasure increased and her composure slipped. She latched onto his seidr at every point their bodies touched and pulled as much as she could into herself. The rush was euphoric and she gasped in pleasure as it flowed through her.

He dumped her back onto the sofa. "Hey, what was that for?" She complained.

He glared at her, eyebrows arched.

"Sorry, sorry. Here, have it back," she reached out for his hands.

"No. Keep it," he said like a sulky child.

"But how?"

"Relax. Let it settle into you. The seidr will find its own resting place."

She did as he bid her, suspecting this was all part of his plan. She felt it gather in her chest and sink lower, settling around her diaphragm. She stroked the spot with her fingers.

"You feel it?" Loki asked.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Good," he said, back to business. "You should be able to keep it there until it's needed."

"Keep it?"

"Yes, Little One. You are to keep ahold of it. I'm told it's easier if you stay calm."

"You did this on purpose."

"Of course, all part of your training," He smirked.

She huffed in frustration and turned her attention back to her breakfast. When the platter was empty she curled up into the corner of the sofa to try and find relief from the insistent tug of the seidr inside of her.

Loki watched her shift uncomfortably for a few moments before raising a hand to gently rub her ankle. "Would you like a tour of the palace?" He asked softly.

"Can we? I thought I was confined to this room."

"I never said that. Staying in here was just for your protection, as much as anyone else's. But I think you will enjoy the distraction."

"You're really going to make me keep hold of it?"

"Yes. You're fine. The seidr has found a home in you, you're quite calm, it's perfectly safe to take a walk around the palace."

"Right, let's go then." She sprung up, desperate to get out of there. His laughter followed her to the doorway.