Marvel one-shot

🌟His Prey 2 - Loki

Adrenaline coursed through Loki's veins, the thrill of what was to come even more refreshing than the cool air the God of Mischief inhaled deeply while walking on the Bifrost Rainbow Bridge. The glowing lights emanating from the crystalline energy of Asgard contrasted sharply underneath Loki's figure. With his Onyx hair slicked back, each strand spiked at the end like silk razors, and the black dress cloak adorning his flawlessly crisp tuxedo, the God moved with purpose. Loki's shoulders, strong and straight under the dark material, swayed slightly with each step he took. In his right hand, Loki held his sceptre, the metal reflecting the light of the Asgardian sunset on the horizon, you were waiting already at the entrance of the Bridge's dome, as per Loki's request. It had been 24 hours since you defiantly agreed in Odin's Vault to accompany Loki on his ludicrous plan. Loki's choice of your evening attire, a slender and figure-hugging dress of the darkest Emerald green shimmering under the light, was pressed against your body. Your hair was loose, your shoulders and bare back revealed. The gown, though long, was most definitely an indulgence for the eyes, the back was low cut, and a slit on the side for your left leg was open right up to your middle thigh. Your legs had, as a final touch, classic black high heels which elevated your height to nearly that of Loki's. Loki's eyes, bright green with anticipation and ready for the mayhem that would soon ensue, watched your figure as he approached you at the other edge of the Bridge. They glimmered with a pleased spark. The god allowed himself to languidly savour the sight of his prey up and down.

Slowly.

"You're late", you voiced, your arms crossed over your chest.

You rose a brow, watching Loki halt his steps in front of you. Though you were in heels, your eyes weren't quite up to the level of his, forcing you to lift your gaze under your dark lashes. The water rushing below the Bridge with a slow hum reflected a hint of your silhouette and his.

"Please, a god is never late," Loki retorted with a low laugh and a glide of his tongue against his lower lip.

You rolled your eyes with a glare at him, and in two steps you closed the distance between you both. If Loki weren't an actual god, his god complex would be described by you as beyond severe. Your hands swiftly made their way to the collar of his suit, fingers reaching his black tie between the sides of his patterned luxury scarf. You began to adjust it. The gesture nearly brought to the surface a look of surprise from Loki; the mischievous deity slightly caught off guard by such a simple action.

"You still haven't told me where we're going, dressed up like this," you spoke, your eyes focused on adjusting the tie between your fingers. The winds whistling past you both on the Bridge swayed your hair against your cheek slightly, and Loki's against his neck and sharp jaw bone.

"We will be going to Stuttgart, Germany. You will be helping me retrieve Iridium from the scientist Heinrich Schafer hosting a gala downtown," Loki replied, his dark green gaze watching your features dusted in focus.

"At the same time, it will be an ideal opportunity to teach your Earthlings a little lesson about worship and reverence." You felt the vibrations of his voice against your fingertips, making your nerves buzz softly and tingle.

Get a grip on yourself.

"By retrieve, you mean steal?" You brushed aside his last words and exhaled, glancing up to meet Loki's eyes.

The glimmer in Loki's eyes confirmed it, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

"Surprise," Loki chimed, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"What did you expect?" seeing that look, you held back a smirk and leaned your head backwards slightly, your hands tugging at the tie.

Your palms closed around it and pulled, tightening it harshly. The sudden action earned from Loki a ragged exhale against your cheek, and a soft, barely audible husky grunt at the sensation of his throat being constructed. Your hands tugged downwards, forcing Loki's head to lean downward towards yours. The proximity between you two let you breathe in the scent of his sandalwood and peppermint cologne. The eye contact between you both locked into place.