Give me Love

24. Loki

*Loki's POV*

Loki hated it... He hadn't slept much at all, and it was all because his dreams would constantly wake him up. They weren't even dreams... They were nightmares in the guise of dreams... Tormenting him... Torturing him... The Asgardian Prince rubbed his temple as another blood-curdling scream echoed in the hallway. He needed release... He needed rest... He needed (Name)... The buzzing sound of machinery was muffled by the heavy metal door, but he could still hear it, just as he could hear the soldier begging to be released – or killed – between the screams in pain. Loki knew the doctors wouldn't grant either to him...

A hefty sigh left his lips as he reclined in the padded seat. It was all just a mess... The first seven had died after only three days; and the other three followed not far behind... A week had passed and he was still no closer to his goal... He truly hoped the rest would survive; he didn't know what kind of weapons he would be up against, but if he had a small legion under his control, it wouldn't matter...

"My lord." A childish girl's voice called. Loki opened his eyes and glanced at the lanky with hair the color of wheat and unnaturally large breasts; even underneath the dirt-lined robe he could tell they weren't gifted by the Norns – a bad doctor perhaps, but they were certainly not natural. Why humans found a need to modify their bodies he would never understand.

"What?" he asked dully. The woman smiled and allowed the tattered robe to slide from her body, revealing near see through black lingerie with lime green lace detailing. Loki supressed his need to laugh; this woman was wearing a piece he had wanted (Name) to wear upon their return to the tower... Without thinking he ran the tips of his fingers over the green lace on the bra. Apparently the woman saw this as an invitation to straddle his lap, because that is exactly what she did.

"Do you like it...? I heard it was a favourite of yours..." Since he released a large majority of the girls, the ones that remained were treated like royalty. He grimaced. This is what they turn into when fear isn't a factor... They became whorish sluts they can sleep their way to the top.

"Get off of me." Loki snarled while removing his hand from her. The young girl pouted,

"But I-."

"You really think that just because you have danced with other men among the tower, you are ready to take me?" Not once did she drop her gaze, and it irked Loki to no end.

"I haven't had any of the other men..." she said innocently. "I just want to be yours." She said while rolling her hips forward. A low groan built in Loki's throat as her untouched warmth pressed against his manhood. Damn it! His body was betraying him! "Just let me be yours..." she whispered while gingerly lacing her arms around his shoulders. "My King." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

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Loki eyed the sleeping woman in his bed. He felt disgusting. Even after taking her, he didn't feel any better. He was still tense. He was still tired. He still couldn't sleep... And worst of all, a nagging voice in the back of his mind wouldn't shut up. It was constantly reminding him that he had betrayed her... He had betrayed (Name)... He held his head in his hand and breathed deep. What had he done...?

"Let's go again..." the brunette said as she shifted to sit up beside him. Loki didn't respond. He knew that if he did, he would shout and scream... "Sir...?" she asked while placing her arms around him and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"Get. Out." He breathed softly.

"What?"

"You will never share my bed again..." he turned to face the woman, fire burning in his eyes. "Now get out." He growled while shoving her from his bed. Loki heard her body hit the floor, but he didn't care, he didn't look, he didn't even flinch. He knew she was already bruised and sore from their passion – and his rage – but he didn't care if he hurt her more. He wanted her out of his bed, he wanted her gone... So he kept his eyes forward, and his mind focused on (Name).

The girl – whose name he didn't even bother to learn – slammed the door as she left. Regret burned in his throat and his stomach was anything but settled. It was like she was watching him... Like (Name) knew what he had done... His fist swung to the side and hit the backboard of the bed; cracking the sturdy wood. On Asgard he would take many lovers at one time, and never had he felt such guilt! This is what she did to him... What (Name)'s influence had done to him. Some would consider that she made him a better man; but in this world, in his world, he couldn't afford to be a 'good' man. He couldn't show weakness in the eyes of anyone... So why? Why chase after her?! Why go through all of this in search of someone who makes him weaker?!

"Because you love her..." a familiar voice called.