Loki's Throne

Ch.3

"For fucks sake, you're the one who broke into my house too?" I growl. The fuck? Can't I get a little bit of privacy without a fucking god walking in?

Clint walks up and puts handcuffs around Loki's wrists. "C'mon Loki, we're taking a field trip."

....

"That was too easy," Clint says to Natasha in the front of the police car.

Sure guys, take the front. Leave Alex in the back, with the crazy murderous god. At least let me have control of the radio.

And at least don't handcuff my wrist to said god.

"Doesn't matter. Fury cares if we have Loki, not how easy it was to get him." Natasha replies.

"Heyy that's the guuurl for youuu, soo what arree you gooonnnaa dooo?" I sing along to Troop as they talk.

Loki looks at me and chuckles. "What?" I ask.

He smiles. "You're insufferable."

I don't have time to make a good insult. "At least I'm not handcuffed."

"You know, I thought the first time I was gonna be handcuffed with a pretty girl, it would be a different situation."

oh yes, this god is a pervert. I smirk, overlooking his remark.

"I'll have you know, I can kick your ass even with one hand occupied."

He smiles. "I don't doubt that."

He had changed his appearance, letting his hair flow loose, and he had changed into his Asgardian armor. He still looked...pretty damn good.

God dammit, why can't I find one of the Avengers as sexy as I find Loki?

But I will admit, he is beautiful. I've always been a sucker for long hair, pretty eyes, and big hands. And he's got all three.

Wonder what he can do with those hands...those fingers are so long...

"I'll have you know, I can hear your thoughts," Loki says, raising his eyebrows.

Ugh, you dick. Hope you heard that too.

Loki just smiles and looks out the window.

"Are we almost there?" I ask.

"Um, change of plans," Clint says.

"How? What's wrong?" I ask.

"Well, we have to go to the HQ in New Mexico." Natasha informs me.

I sigh. That's like a 2 or 3 day trip. I look towards Loki. "And I have to stay handcuffed to him the whole time?"

"Trust me, darling, I ain't excited about it either," Loki mutters.

I sigh and tilt my head back.

....

"What state are we in?" I say, restless.

"Tennessee. We're stopping here for the night," Clint says.

I look out the window. A nice little hotel. Not a five star, but could be worst.

"Who has watch on Loki?" Natasha asks. Clint opens his mouth, but I interrupt him. "I do,"

Loki raises an eyebrow at my anticipation, but Natasha and Clint wave it off.

"Alright, good luck," Natasha says, giving me my hotel key. "We'll be next door, bang if you need us."

....

"Loki, I'm gonna take a shower. I need you to be a good boy while I go, okay?"

I handcuffed Loki to the metal pole connected to table, sitting him down.

"And if I do behave?" he asks.

"I highly doubt you will," I answer.

He smirks and I go.

Ten minutes later, I walk into the closet, getting the shirt Clint gave me. I feel Loki's eyes on me, and I cone to fully realize I'm just in a towel.

Shit, this towel is the only thing keeping me separated from the most perverted god I know.

I smile at Loki as I get back in the restroom, letting him know I'll be back, giving him the heads up not to do shit.

I come out later, just in chones and a camiseta. Loki smirks at me and I get down on my knees in front of him.

"Thanks for behaving. As a reward you get a shower and a bed." I smile fakely.

Loki smiles. "There's only one bed."

I look back. "There sure damn is," I mutter, standing up.

The next thing I know, Loki is standing up, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me. I tense up entirely and freeze as he whispers, "It wouldn't be so bad sharing a bed with me, would it?"

I finally get the strength to move and I push him off me. "I'll kick your ass if I so have to." I threaten him.

Loki just smirks.

I look at him suspiciously. "How'd you even get out of your handcuffs?"

"Magic," Loki smiles.

I look down and notice handcuffs on my wrists.

.....

"If you try doing shit, Loki," I threaten.

"I get it. you're off limits," He groans.

"Very off limits," I agree.

I'm on one edge of the bed and he's on the other. He changed his clothing to just chones and a camiseta like me.

I yawn, and almost like magic, I fall asleep.

....

"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?" he asks.

I feel as if he's looking right at me, no, right through me. And I look at him back, dead in the eyes.

Everything in me is screaming to stand up, But I feel as if I move, I'll fall over.

And so thus, I kneel. To someone I should definitely not be kneeling to.

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

An old man stands up. "Not to men like you,"

He smiles. "There are no men like me."

The old man replies, "There are always men like you."

"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example."

And with that, he shoots energy from his scepter, and I scream.

....

"Alex!" Loki yells.

I wake up to Loki yelling at me, his hands on my shoulder. I shudder from his touch, though I don't know why.

"Get the hell away from me," I growl.

He complies, shrinking back to his side of the bed.

....

"chones" "underwear"

"camiseta" "t-shirt"