Loki didn't often amuse himself with Midgardians, but this one was just too fascinating to pass up. She was normally a fearless creature, a rare quality among humans, but she certainly feared him - and she hadn't even met him yet. This was simply too good an opportunity to pass up.
He'd stalked her for the last week, unseen but not unheard. She had an unusually keen awareness of her surroundings for a human, because she often sensed where he was, even when he remained still and silent. Occasionally he would let her hear his footfalls, or let his breath ghost across her face, and her little jumps and flinches delighted him. She tried to put on a brave face, but not for nothing was Loki the God of Mischief and Lies. It was highly unlikely she knew who her poltergeist was, and he had no intention of showing her until she'd had time to stew in her own terror.
He was following her now, shadowing her through a grocery store not two paces behind her. For now he was silent, but she knew he was there, for she kept glancing nervously over her shoulder. This late at night the store was mostly empty, and he laughed silently as she carefully scurried to one of the few aisles that held other people.
She shifted nervously from foot to foot when she reached the check stand, her hands shaking a little as she unloaded her purchases. The cashier looked at her oddly, and she gave him an apologetic smile.
"Long day," she said, fumbling through her purse, and Loki stepped up until he was only a hairsbreadth behind her. She smelled absolutely delicious, a combination of strawberries, clean female, and fear. Yes, fear had a smell, and his senses were attuned enough to appreciate it.
He gave her a little space as she scurried out to her car, but when she unlocked the trunk to load up her groceries, he pressed his nose to the crown of her head and inhaled deeply. Valhalla, there was something absolutely mouthwatering about her.
She jumped, and for the first time she actually yelped, striking out blindly with a hand full of car keys. Oh, she was afraid, but she was also angry, and the low fire in her eyes thrilled him. This one was definitely worth his while.
"Stop following me, asshole," she muttered, fright and bravado warring in her voice.
This time, when Loki laughed, he let her hear it, and grinned savagely as her eyes widened. She scrambled into her car and actually locked the door, as if that could somehow keep him away, and tore out of the parking lot so fast her tires squealed.
He followed at a languid pace, inordinately pleased. Tonight, he thought, he'd let her see him, and he in turn would see where things went. It had been quite some time since he'd taken anyone to bed, and she really was lovely. Her fear presented an obstacle and a challenge he would love overcoming.
Every light in her apartment was on, and she sat with her back to the wall, clutching a baseball bat, of all things. It was a pathetic defense, but he had to give her points for trying. He smirked to himself as her eyes darted around the room, suspicious, frightened, but still with that thread of anger beneath all.
Unfortunately for Loki, invisibility did not equal intangibility. His quarry went still, her wide eyes narrowing a little. He had just enough time to wonder if she could sense him, before she swung her bat around in a hard, high arc and smacked him right in the face.
He was so startled that he flickered into visibility quite involuntarily, and winced when she shrieked, so loud it was a wonder she didn't shatter the windows. It was a sound of pure terror, but that didn't stop her swinging the bat again.
This time he caught it, wrenching it away from her with very little effort. She might only have a mortal's strength, but surprisingly, that had hurt - though his pride was harmed more than his head. He'd sunk quite low indeed, if a mere human could manage to surprise him like that. "Stop that infernal screaming, mortal," he snapped. "No one will hear you. No one will hear us."
To his surprise, she did stop, though he suspected it had more to do with loss of breath than with any respect for his command. She might have hit him, but the little creature was still half out of her mind with fear.
"Holyshitholyshit." It was a chant, a wheeze, and Loki almost found it comical. The level of her panic suggested that yes, she did know who he was, and thus likely knew what a grave error she'd just made. "Jesuschristdon'tkillme."
He waved the bat away, storing it in the same dimensional pocket that held his battle armor. "I ought to," he said, advancing on her, a measure of his good humor restored by her retreat. "Most disrespectful, little mortal, but I suppose I'm gratified you take the threat of me so seriously."
Her throat worked as she swallowed visibly, and this time her eyes gave her away before she acted. They darted to one of the rickety chairs beside her equally rickety dining-table, and she lunged toward it. Just what such a small woman thought she would do with it, Loki didn't know, but he had no intention of being hit with any more wooden implements this evening.
He caught her easily, wrapping both arms around her and dragging her back against his chest. She kicked at him fruitlessly, one worn trainer flying off and landing in the hallway, but she didn't bother trying to scream again; apparently she could be taught. This one was more of a handful than he'd expected - literally.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked, when her struggling lessened. "I have no intention of hurting you, little one. If I wished you harm, I would have killed you days ago. Now stop squirming."
Surprisingly, she did, and tried to turn her head to look at him over her shoulder. She was still incredibly tense, for which he couldn't fault her, but she was no longer actively struggling. The scent of her fear had intensified, but with every breath he exhaled against the crown of her head, something else joined it, something even more pleasing.
Arousal.
How interesting.
Loki had thought he'd have to work hard to even get her close to aroused, but something had already done his work for him. Perhaps she was one of those women who enjoyed being overpowered, at least up to a point. There was a line between ravishment and rape, and Loki had never crossed it. He thought, in this instance, that he needn't worry about it.
"As I said, I don't intend to hurt you, little one," he said. "Quite the opposite. I mean to do nothing you will not enjoy. Thoroughly."
Her breath caught at that, and he grinned. She was afraid of him, and angry at her failure to defend herself, but he had enough experience with women to know when he'd captivated one. Coaxing her would be a bit of a challenge, but that only made it more fun.
"Why me?" she asked, and to her credit, she almost kept her voice even.
It was a fair question, he supposed. She was only one of billions on this benighted rock, and she held no power among her kind, no prestige. "You intrigue me," he said simply. Loki shifted, holding her to him with one arm, freeing a hand to brush the hair from the side of her neck. His lips ghosted across her warm skin, and again she gasped. "I need no more reason than that."
He pressed a kiss behind her ear, and she shivered. Her skin smelled as sweet as her hair, and he permitted himself a small, darting taste of her. She was delicious - he wanted to lick every inch of her, devour that exquisite flavor until his craving was sated. For the first time in centuries he found himself impatient, to his very great surprise. It was ridiculous - him. Impatient. Over a mortal. The thought would have been depressing, if he hadn't been too distracted by a need to consume her whole.
"What are you-" she started, her voice cracking.
"Hush," Loki commanded, but the word was a persuasive purr, designed to tempt rather than intimidate. "Let me do the work. You just...enjoy."
She shivered again as he set her down, though he kept her flush against him. The fingers of his free hand traced the lines and planes of her face, soft butterfly touches that were almost innocent. They eased her tension a little, though she gasped again when his touch traveled down the long column of her throat. A sensitive area for her, he noted, and filed that bit of information away for later use.
"Yes," he murmured, as his hand drifted down over the slight curve of her breast - not well-endowed, this one, but that was no flaw. "Relax. For tonight you are mine, and I take care of what I claim."
She started to bristle at that, but whatever retort she'd intended died in her throat when his touch smoothed down over her side. His fingers tracked their way to the inside of her thigh, stroking with just enough pressure to avoid tickling, and she outright moaned. The sound was sweeter than any music. When she tried to arch into his hand, her head pressing back against his chest, Loki thought he could forgive her for attacking him so successfully. Already she was so responsive, and he hadn't even undressed her yet.
He tugged up the hem of her sweatshirt, exploring the warm skin of her abdomen. When he felt he had her sufficiently distracted, he lifted her again and carried her into her bedroom. The room was smaller than he liked, but her bed was big enough to suffice. There was a mirror over her dresser that offered some interesting possibilities.
"We shouldn't-" she managed, but the words cut off in a strangled, hissing gasp when he bit lightly at the side of her neck. The sweet-salty taste of her was just too addictive.
"Why not?" Loki murmured against her skin. "You betray no one. Neither of us owe allegiance to another." Not that her being bound to someone else would have stopped him, but it didn't matter either way. She had no such excuse. Hopefully it was only some aggravating Midgardian morality that made her hesitate.
"I don't do this," she said, somehow getting out a whole sentence. She squirmed, trying to turn to look up at him. "I don't do one-night stands with strangers. I'm not that kind of woman, okay?" Her flushed face and lust-darkened eyes betrayed her - but then, she hadn't said she didn't desire him. The morals of Midgardians were as baffling as they were frustrating.
He pressed his lips to her forehead, feathering light kisses along her hairline. "If I understand aright, you do not wish to feel used," he said, and despite her protests, she shivered when he ran his hand along the curve of her spine. "I am not using you. Quite the opposite. I only wish to drown you in pleasure so deep you forget your own name."
When he drew back, he saw her face had flushed like a sunset, and he gave her an absolutely malevolent grin. His mouth was on hers before she could think of some other protest, hungry, ruthless, devouring her as his hand tangled in her hair to hold her in place. His other hand closed on her hip, hard, pulling her so tight against him she whimpered.
Loki smiled against her lips, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and drinking in her every helpless sound. He knew he'd won when her arms slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck, her nails digging into his skin and the leather of his armor. The slight sting made him groan appreciatively.
"Good, little one," he said, his voice a low rasp, and he pressed little, nibbling kisses along her jaw. "Stop thinking. Feel."
He tugged lightly on her hair, drawing her head back so he could ravage her neck. He'd mark her well, before he was through with her. She writhed against him, and when he bit the soft spot just below her jaw, she cried out.
"Oh God," she moaned, and Loki silenced his laugh. He slipped one of his legs between hers and ground it hard against her, and her breathy, muffled shriek made him think she might come then and there.
"Yes?" he said, releasing her long enough to yank the sweatshirt up and off her. She trembled under his fingers, little shivers coursing through her skin - oh, he had her now. Like most Midgardian women, she wore the strange torture-device they called a bra, and he busied himself ridding her of it with his teeth.
She jumped, choking back a shriek, but he silenced her with another kiss. Valhalla, he craved her. What manner of witch was she? Loki had to remind himself she was mortal, or he risked hurting her.
He was unwilling to stop touching her long enough to shed his layers of leather piece by piece, so he willed it away into his trans-dimensional closet. They both gasped when his skin met hers, and to Loki's delight, her arms tightened around his neck.
Her trousers were done away with in seconds, her underwear vanishing with them, leaving her with nothing to hide behind. Fortunately, it seemed she no longer wanted to. Mindful of how comparatively fragile mortals were, he deposited her on her bed as gently as his hunger would allow. Mortal, he reminded himself again, almost like a mantra, as his hands swept down her sides, along her hips. He couldn't grip too tightly, couldn't press too hard, or his promise not to hurt her would be inadvertently but irreparably broken.
He was relatively sure she tried to say something, but her words cut off in a startled whimper when he hooked her legs over his shoulders and delivered a forceful lick to her clit. She definitely wasn't going anywhere now, so Loki gave in and tasted her to his satisfaction, licking and sucking and very lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub. He had to keep a firm grip on her hips, because she was thrashing so violently she might have fallen off the bed otherwise, her back arching like a bow when he delved his tongue between her folds. She'd scream his name, before this night was over.
Her fingers fisted in his hair, but even the pain from that was exquisite. Bracing her more firmly with one hand, he released her hip with the other, and teased her entrance with his fingers a moment before pumping two deep inside her. She was so wet already that he met no resistance, and she cried out when he started sucking her clit in time with the rhythm of his fingers.
Just when he had her on the precipice, Loki stopped, and almost laughed at her strangled, incoherent protest. When he sat up, he found her looking at him with glazed, desperate eyes, disbelief etched in her expression.
"Trust me, little one," he said, crawling up onto the bed behind her. They both faced the mirror like this, so she could see his grin when he drew her back against his chest, one arm locking around her waist. Her confusion melted away when he guided her thighs across his legs, slipping inside her in one smooth motion.
She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, and he watched her face in the mirror as he thrust hard, once, twice, three times. He had to brace her still, or her writhing would have made her fall.
His free hand roved over her breasts, and she cried out again when he gave one nipple a hard tweak. Her hands were gripping the arm around her waist, fingers digging into his skin, and he watched her reflection in the mirror, fascinated by her flushed face and parted lips. She was panting now, answering his thrusts as best she could, keening low in her throat as he drove deep into her.
Loki kept her there, right on the edge, loving the sounds she made as he tortured her with denied ecstasy. Finally he reached down to massage her clit, and to his satisfaction she let out a full-throated scream, twisting helplessly against his chest. Her little begging sounds drove him on, drawing out her pleasure as long as he could, and he'd almost come undone himself by the time she went limp. But it wasn't his turn yet.
He laid her down carefully, smirking at her glazed, sated expression. Again she was trembling beneath his fingertips, and she stared up at him in mute incomprehension.
"No, little one," he said, grinning at her, "I'm not done with you yet."
Her eyes widened almost comically, and Loki laughed quietly as he bent his head to taste her skin again, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. Her hands found shaky purchase on his shoulders, still trembling from the force of her orgasm, and he smiled when she tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck. Good girl.
Only when her shivering eased did he slip inside her again, bracing one hand beneath her back so he could drive in even deeper. She really was a responsive little thing, matching his movement as much as her pleasure-fogged brain could possibly let her. She was so tight and hot around him that it took all his willpower not to spend himself then and there.
He drew her legs up, again hooking them over his shoulders, and drove into her as fast and hard as he dared. She was already whimpering again, little pleading sounds that turned to cries as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Her hands gripped his arms so tightly even he might have bruises later, but Loki didn't care at all. She was wet heat and sweet hot skin, and when she came again she cried his name in broken, panting moans.
It was too much. No more could he hold back the pleasure coiling within him, and he found himself gasping over and over as he pounded her into the mattress. He came so hard that he saw stars for the first time in centuries, growling low in his throat as wave after wave of total euphoria crashed through him.
He collapsed beside her, burying his face in the sweetness of her hair. She was still shuddering from the force of her own climax, and he had enough wherewithal to check her mind and make sure he hadn't hurt her. He'd definitely lost control at the end. She was sore, yes, and he knew already he'd left her with some fantastic bruises, but he'd done her no harm. He'd fucked her so hard she'd be feeling it for days, but that would be no bad thing.
With a pleased purr, Loki pulled her back against his chest again, drawing her blankets around them both. He hadn't stayed the night with a woman in centuries, either, but he wanted this one again in the morning. And possibly the following night. Had anyone told Loki he would come to find a mortal addictive, he would have laughed in their face, but this one was like a drug. He'd keep her, and he'd make sure no other man came near her. She was his, whether she knew it yet or not. He would, he promised to himself, make it worth her while.
