Broken

The God of Mischief

"Hey, Emilie, this is Loki."

beside Tony stood the man I'd only viewed from a distance. I recognized his pale skin and wavy black hair which tumbled down to his shoulders. But I hadn't been able to view his features.

He had a lovely jawline, a strong yet slim body, and green eyes. I couldn't see his lips because a metal muzzle blocked them from sight. His hands were cuffed in front of his body and I could see the little metal obedience disk clinging to his neck. On his ankle was a cuff that seemed to be cutting into his skin.

"Nice to meet you Loki," I said, smiling at him. He nodded, his eyes crinkling up a little, which I took to be a smile. "Come on in, guys."

Tony pushed Loki into an armchair and sat on the couch beside me. 

"We've kept him muzzled because Thor is easily convinced by him," explained Tony. "You can take it off when you feel safe doing so. His cuffs can come undone but can't be taken off."

"Okay, what about his ankle cuff?" I asked curiously. Tony shook his head.

"That was put on a year ago. The stupid agent made it too tight and it's merged with his skin. Don't even try to touch it, it's painful to him." My eyes widened with surprise and Loki's eyes were cold as we discussed him.

Tony stood up.

"Thanks for doing this, Emilie. If you need to contact me don't hesitate. Behave yourself, Reindeer Games."

And he left, closing the door behind him.

I stared awkwardly at Loki for a second, then stood up.

"Well, there's no point talking at you," I said, reaching out. he flinched as if expecting me to hit him, but I put my hands through his hair and found the switch to open the muzzle. I pulled away, the muzzle in my hands. "That better?"

Loki licked his dry lips.

"Thank you. I have been wearing that thing for weeks now," said Loki. His voice was smooth and he had a British accent. "I don't suppose you could take off the cuffs too?"

"No."

"Worth a shot."

I motioned for him to follow me and lead him to the guest suite. "This is your room. I've got clothes for you in the wardrobe and towels are on the sink. I'll cook, so come out when you're hungry." I prattled, watching him look around him. 

"You- you did this all for me?" he asked, sounding confused. When I nodded, he smirked. "Nobody has bothered to give me clothes or towels or a nice room. I've spent weeks in a cell," he explained. 

I felt a pang of sympathy. I could feel loneliness and anger rolling off him in smothering waves. No one deserved to feel like that at their happiest. No one.

I grabbed his hands, pressed my thumb to the fingerprint activator and they fell apart, still clinging to his wrists but giving him full use of his arms. He stared at me, evidently taken aback.

"Do you not know how dangerous I am?" he asked incredulously. "I am a monster."

"Don't give me that crap. Nobody's a monster unless they don't feel emotions, and I can tell you feel emotions, Loki. Now what do you want to eat?"

That startled him even further, but I beckoned for him to follow me into the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen bench on a swivel stool, still watching me curiously. 

"Spaghetti or toast?" I asked. He chose spaghetti and I began gathering the items, acutely aware that he was currently checking me out. I could feel the sexual interest coursing through him. I was very used to it, and it had stopped becoming creepy long ago. 

I knew that I was a rather beautiful woman. 5'6 with a curvy body and a heart-shaped face, I'd felt desire radiating off many men and sometimes even women. It was very normal.

As I turned back to the bench, I glanced up into his eyes for a split second and mentally thought 'do you want to sleep with me?'

The answer flashed into my brain straight away. 

'yes.'

Interesting.

"So, what's your power?" asked Loki. "You weren't just chosen for having seen me three months ago."

"yes," I said. "I can feel emotions. And I can mentally ask a question and the other person mentally answers... truthfully."

Loki was feeling a little panicked, I could tell.

"Don't worry, most men feel the same way you did just now," I said mischievously. 

His face betrayed no emotion but I could tell he was embarrassed. Not seeking to make things awkward, I placed the hot bowl of spaghetti in front of him and sat on the adjacent swivel chair with my own meal.

"Tell me about Asgard," I said.

"It's gone. Exploded."

Shit.

"Um, that's awkward."

He laughed for the first time, and it was a little frightening. A little too happy.

It was going to be a long night.