Loki through the multiverse

Sex pollen - James Conrad

"It's a scientific expedition. We need a botanist." you muttered to yourself. "It'll be fun. On Skull Island."

"Are you going to mutter like that the entire time?" Conrad snapped as the two of you waded through knee deep swamp muck.

"Is that going to be a problem?" you snapped back. Conrad's brusque attitude and demeanor rubbed you the wrong way.

"I would prefer to not attract the attention of every single creature on this god-forsaken place, thank you very much." The condescending tone set your teeth on edge.

"Could you not speak to me like a fucking child?"

"Could you not act like one?"

There were only two things keeping you from killing James Conrad. One, and you loathed to admit it, he was damn good at keeping the two of you alive on this horror funhouse of an island. And two, the view of his delicious rear end in those tight wet jeans.

"I'm so glad of all the people to get separate from the group with, it was you." Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

James whipped to face you. He held the machete out and within inches of your face. "You should be glad. My expertise and training is the only thing keeping us alive!"

You bent forward, getting into James's face. "Well, I would hate for you to get a swell head!" You huffed past him.

James chuckled as you stumbled through the water and onto the shore. His eyes traveled along your body, taking full account of how your shirt clung to your curves. He licked his lips, losing himself in thought for a moment.

"Are you coming or are you just going to stare at my ass all day?"

James blushed and started walking again. He swatted your behind as he strutted by.

"But it is such a nice ass. And a smart one, too." He winked at you before taking off into the jungle hoping to meet up with the rest of the expedition team.

You stomped in exasperation before readjusting your bag and hurrying to catch up.

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Several hours and many curse words later, James leaned against a tree.

"Why are we stopping?" you whined, even though every bone in your body ached and every muscle screamed in agony. "We need to catch up with the rest of the group."

"It will be dark soon. No sense in carrying on in the dark just to get eaten by some creature." James smirked at you. "Didn't they teach that in your fancy science class at Berkeley?"

You rolled your eyes. "At least I am educated. You're nothing more than a glorified Boy Scout. A man with a compass and an oversized Swiss Army knife!"

Conrad's nostrils flared, and he threw his sack to the ground and stomped within the inches of your face.

"Men died today! Good men! All thanks to your precious MONARCH organization!"

You took a step backwards and blinked.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that." your voice softened. "It's just that I'm exhausted and everything hurts. And what was that back there that attacked us? A giant gorilla?! I may have spoken out of turn."

James's posture relaxed and his eyes turned concerned. "I don't know what is going on either." He grabbed your arm and squeezed. "But if you're tired and sore, all the more reason to stop for the night."

You smiled and nodded. "I guess you're right."

He slapped your shoulder before turning back to his pack. "I'll clear a camp and why don't you see if there is anything burnable around here."