Loki Imagines

Timeout (Part 2)

"What exactly is it about me that pisses you off so much?" She asked after roughly half hour had passed in stony silence.

Loki shrugged "I don't like the way you look at me, no mortal should dare look at a God so"

Jamie snorted "Your arrogance knows no limits, does it?"

"It's not arrogance when you know those around you are beneath you" he shot back, a smirk evident on his handsome face.

"There, right there!" Jamie shouted leaping to her feet "What makes you so sure we're beneath you!" She screeched towering over him "You haven't even tried to get to know the team, you haven't given any of us a chance you judged us the second you walked through the door"

Loki stood calmly, asserting his dominance with his stature, sneering down at the woman shouting in his face "You are all of you beneath me, I am a God"

"Puny God" Jamie growled using her best Hulk impression, delight crossing her face as the God visibly flinched.

Jamie hadn't been on the team during New York, but had heard the stories. Bruce had relayed what the Hulk had done to Loki in this very tower with great glee when Jamie had enquired why Loki always seemed to scurry from a room when Bruce entered.

Enraged at giving himself away Loki drew himself to his fall height and screamed in Jamie's face "How dare you I am..."

"A GOD! WE KNOW!" Jamie bellowed in his face, her patience abruptly vanishing without a trace.

Loki looked momentarily stunned at her outburst, but she didn't even pause to enjoy his reaction.

"I'm so tired of hearing you condescendingly informing us you're a god, you don't see Thor shouting every 5 minutes that he's the God of Thunder do you. Though that's a damn site better title than God of Mischief isn't it?" she shrieked at full volume.

Loki took a step back as her words attacked him, allowing Jamie to get into her stride.

"Why do you feel the need to remind us constantly that you're a god? Is it an insecurity thing?" Jamie demanded, smirking as a sudden realisation flashed through her brain "Is it Little man Syndrome?" She cackled at the thought trailing off.

He frowned down at her confused "What is little Man Syndrome?" he enquired, eyes narrowed, it didn't sound flattering.

Jamie's face split into a cheshire cat grin "It's where a man boosts his ego in other ways to make up for short comings in other areas" she stated, with a pointed look to the God's groin as she emphasised the word short.

Loki glanced down following her eyes. Abruptly realising what she was suggesting he leapt forward snarling as he pinned her to the wall. He whipped both arms up and held them against the wall either side of her head, the movement so sudden all she could do was yelp in surprise.

Recovering quickly she started to squirm in his grasp "Get the hell off me Loki" she shouted.

"Oh no pet, why would I do that?" Loki purred in her ear, danger dripping from every syllable.

The sudden change in his voice alarmed Jamie, she snapped her eyes up scanning his smiling face unsure what he was up to.

He slid closer to her covering her body with his own, inching closer until she was crushed between his lean taut body and the wall behind her. She gasped as he ground his hips into hers, feeling his impressive and already hard length pressing into her belly.

"As you can see... or should I say feel my pet, I do not suffer from Little Man Syndrome" he gloated into her shocked face.

Jamie felt the blush rise to her face as the heat pooled between her thighs at the contact. Her lips parted inhaling sharply, her pupils dilating as she fought the sensations he was creating in her.

Loki blinked down at her taking in her obvious physical reaction to him, somewhat surprised "Well, well my pet, it seems you're enjoying our proximity rather more than I suspect you'd be willing to admit" he chuckled, rolling his hips once more.

An unwilling groan ripped from her throat, she tried to squirm free but the God was twice as strong as her. She had no chance unless he was willing to let her go.

"O..Ok Loki you've made your point, I'm sorry ok? Now let me go" she stuttered, nervously licking her lips.

"Tsk Tsk, surrendering so easily, that's not the woman I know" he murmured, bending his head to bury his face in her neck. He ran the tip of his nose along the column of her throat "Why pet, you smell divine, how have I never noticed this before" he purred, the sound travelling directing to her already wet core, clenching hard.

Colour rising at his new nickname for her, she wriggled harder against his grasp "Stop calling me that and let me go you ... you... Neanderthal!" She shrieked, bucking wildly.

"That's more like it Pet, I like a wench with spirit" he goaded her, bringing his face back to hers, eyes dark with lust.

"I hate you!" she screamed, hating herself for reacting to him this way and with very little effort on his part.

"I hate you too" he ground out, crashing his lips onto hers.