No one in the room noticed Loki at first, as he made his way slowly down the ornate staircase, taking in the atmosphere. It was so quiet and peaceful here, and he smiled to himself at the chaos he knew he would cause. He paused at the last step, looking around at all the fragile little people, grinning even more at how strong he felt in their presence.
Now, he was ready. He stepped down into the crowd before him, swinging his sceptre full force at the nearest security guard, hitting him hard in the head. People around him started to gasp and stepped back in shock at what they had just witnessed. The guard dropped to the floor like a rag doll, and Loki stepped forwards and over his still body. Loki grabbed another guard, dragging him over to a large stone table in the centre of the room, who fell backwards, struggling under Loki's grip. He took a small metal contraption from his pocket and held it over the guards face, making sure his aim was correct, before plunging the sharp metal object into one the guard's eyes. He was writhing beneath Loki, swinging his arms in agony trying to grip onto anything he could to fight back with, but the pain was so strong and immobilising that he could do very little, and quickly he became weak and lifeless.
Everyone around Loki was screaming and frantically trying to find an exit to escape. Confused and afraid, they all feared for their lives. Through their screams, he could barely make out the sounds of a few people who were shouting his name in fear as they ran from him. It pleased him that some already knew his name, and he smiled to himself again as he stood back to let the security guard fall to the floor in an awkward heap. He looked down and admired his work, then turned towards the large doors at the entrance of the building. Expensive glasses and plates lay broken in pieces on the floor and candelabras had been knocked onto their sides. Everything was silent and the room was entirely empty.
Loki had almost reached the large double doors when he heard a sound from the room behind him. He turned and studied the room with slight confusion for a moment, only to realise that there was a young woman standing in front of the table in the centre of the room.
"You are bold to stand before me. Why do you not run in fear like the rest of your pathetic human friends?" he asked her, approaching her and preparing to use his sceptre to take her life. She opened her mouth, but could not find an answer to reply for fear that she would anger him. As he came closer to her, he raised the sceptre to her chest and looked down at her smugly, doing nothing until he had received an answer to his question. Finally, she gathered the courage to speak. "I...I do not fear you like the others, my lord." Loki pushed the sceptre a little more into her chest and she flinched a little at the touch of it's sharpness. "You do not fear me? And why is that?" he said, tilting his head to the side in question and stepping closer to her. She was so stunned by his closeness for a second that she found it hard to speak, and said nothing. "Well?" His voice louder and angrier this time. "Because I...adore you, my lord." Her voice cracked slightly in her nervousness, and she looked to the floor in embarrassment as she blushed.
He studied her face for a little while before starting to laugh. "You adore me, do you, human?" Looking up at him, she met his gaze and saw amusement in his eyes as he lowered the sceptre to his side. "Do you crave me?" She swallowed, and whispered, "...Yes". "Interesting." He muttered under his breath, then slowly moved closer to whisper into her ear. He stayed there for a few seconds, taking in the sweet scent of her hair, then whispered "Why don't you show me how much you adore me." Her eyes widened at his words, and she blushed again as he pulled away. He could see the slight confusion in her face as he did so, and said "If you adore me as you say you do, then you must to prove it to me. Serve me. Worship me, and only me." Gasping with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she waited for his next request, but he said nothing. Instead, he quietly leant down to place the sceptre on the table, then stood upright again.
He looked into her eyes for a short while before speaking. "Turn around." She hesitated for a second, then turned away so that her back was facing him. He slowly stepped forwards, pressing his body gently against hers with one hand on her hip. With his free hand, he swept her hair to one side, exposing her neck to him. Biting her lip in anticipation, she gasped as she felt his lips press against her skin and she closed her eyes to savour the feeling. His hands moved upwards from her hips to her breasts as he pressed her body more tightly into his. Her breathing became heavier at his touch, feeling his thumbs brush lightly against her nipples through her dress. Even through the fabric of her clothes, this sent tiny sparks of pleasure through her. She could feel a wetness and a warmth stir between her legs and she looked down to watch his hands as they teased her.
