The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

37. Loki'd

*(Tom)*

I pushed her up the steps of my trailer, through the door and onto the couch. In a matter of about two seconds, I locked the door and closed the blinds. We didn't have long, due to technical errors, the shoot took about three hours longer than it should have. I had wanted to seduce her, give her a chance to fully explore her fantasy. 

She sat down on the couch, smiling in anticipation. I'd never had reason to think about what Loki would be like in the bedroom. In mythology he was very promiscuous; in the comics,  much the same. He had a wife in both, but never expressed overt interest in her. In the films, there was no real call to his sexuality, though people argued about a relationship between him and the Grandmaster. I tried to portray him as a sexually fluid character, to give a vibe that he was more in it for the personal pleasure than any kind of emotional attachment. I wanted to stay as true to what was established in the source material as I was allowed to, without being clear about what I was doing. How in the world would Loki react to Astrid? 

Astrid had changed so much since I met her. She was not the meek little mouse who crumpled at my feet. Back then, in this situation, I think her timidness and desire to please would have enthralled Loki. He'd have seen her as someone he could control, someone he could summon on a whim. I think he'd had been intrigued at her devotion to him, then grown tired of it. Anything between them would have been brief and heartbreaking for her.

The Astrid who sat before me in this moment, she was a very different creature. She was more confident, she had a fight to her that I don't think she realized existed within herself. I fully trusted that in a battle of wits, Loki would be at a loss. As she's emerged from her shell, she's proven a force to reckon with. I fully understand why Loki is her chosen deity, and I fully believe her when she says he chose her. Her mother had it right, nicknaming her Lokichild. 

To her, Loki was the ultimate dominant partner, but I didn't want to dominate her. I wanted her to be equal with Loki. How the hell would I pull this off? How did having sex with my wife become the greatest challenge I would face as Loki?

I stepped closer to her, a devilish grin on my face. 

"So, you've come to frolic with the God of Mischief." I said in a low tone. Her breath caught as she slowly nodded. "Tell me, why should I indulge you, an insignificant mortal, with a game of bedsport?" 

Before she could answer I took her chin between my fingers and guided her to her feet. Staring into her eyes, I wordlessly dared her to challenge me. I didn't want the Astrid who melted under my kiss. It was time she learned to play my way, and I knew it would be an effort.

I could feel heat radiate from her. She was trying to figure out what was expected of her, and I was not going to give her any hints. 

"Speak quickly," I said. "My interest is fleeting." 

"You should indulge me simply because I'm here." She said, her eyes glinting. "One such as yourself should understand the advantages of living in the moment." 

Interesting, I thought. 

"I've traveled far to get what I want, I see no reason why my efforts should not be rewarded." She clicked her tongue at me. Where the hell did this Astrid come from? Even at her most aggressive, she was still considerably passive, at least when it came to sex. I felt my cock twitch at this new level of sass my wife had dished out. How did I respond to this?

She reached up and flicked the collar of my costume. 

"The real question, Loki of Asgard, is what are you going to do to ensure I am rewarded properly? I've risen through the ranks of your army, bested those who said I wasn't worthy. Surely that has earned me something." She gave a very small and coy smile, the tip of her tongue peeked from behind her teeth.