Loki One Shots

The Chase

Lyra was kneeling at the foot of the bed, chained like a criminal. Hands chained behind her back, slightly sore, waiting for her punishment. Her silver hair draped around her face as she bowed her head down, looking at the floor. Her gown was torn, dirty and bunched around her feet. She tried to get comfortable, but the chain limited her movement. 

The bedroom door opened, as she held her breath, refusing to look up at him. She watched his black shiny boots click on the floor with every step he took towards her, making her heartbeat faster. Was she frightened or excited? She wasn't sure. He stopped right in front of her as she swallowed hard.

"Aren't you the defiant one?" his voice broke the silence. She bit her lip to stop herself from responding. "Look at me," he ordered.

Lyra eyes slowly traveled up his body. His long, muscular legs to his lean waist, up his broad chest until she tilted her head back as far as she could since the chain around her neck was connected to the shackles around her ankles. He was extremely tall. "What are you going to do with me?" she whispered.

He cocked his head to the side as he rubbed his chin in thought. "You will address me properly."

Lyra sent him a smirk and cleared her throat. "What are you going to do with me, my prince?" The last two words were sent in a sneer.

He lightly chuckled. "Impatient, aren't you?"

"I just want to get this over with." Lyra rolled her shoulders to ease some of the tension in them. "Either punish me or kill me."

Loki clicked his tongue. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you yet but when I'm through with you, you will be begging for release."

She tried not to shiver at that remark. It was full of double meaning. She stared into those emerald green eyes and felt her throat go dry. He was extremely handsome but now was not the time to think like that. She was trapped and she needed her wits to escape.

Loki took in the beautiful woman in front of him. Her silver hair was in disarray, he assumed from struggling when she was chained. Her dark grey eyes sent him a private message that he would pay for this if she ever escaped. He didn't plan on letting her get away. Roughly, he grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. She barely reached his shoulders; she was so petite. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as she squealed.

"Put me down," she ordered.

"As you wish," he answered as he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. She landed awkwardly since she was bound. He snapped his fingers and the shackles around her ankles disappeared as did the chain around her neck. Her hands were still bound behind her back. Lyra tried to kick at him, but he grabbed her foot and pulled her towards him, making her gown shift up near her waist, exposing her lower half. "You need to be taught some manners." He quickly sat on the bed and hauled her across his lap. He brought his hand hard across her backside twice before he stopped. "Are you going to behave?"

Lyra was sure he left a red handprint on her backside. She wanted to answer NEVER but thought better of it. "Yes, my prince," she answered through clenched teeth.

He was surprised at her quick submission. Loki leaned towards her ear. "I'll make you a deal."

Lyra tried not to shiver as his breath tickled her ear. "What sort of deal?" She turned her head awkwardly to look at him. He moved her off his lap and back onto the bed. She lay on her side to keep her eyes on him.

He stood and walked around the bed. She looked so seductive laying there, her dress practically wrapped around her waist, showing him supple, lean legs. How he would love to feel those legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her. His eyes roamed her body, mentally undressing her. He enjoyed the mischievous thoughts that entered his head. Which one to choose, he thought to himself. "I'll remove the chains and let you leave here."