𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪

36: Blindsided

Bad, bad, butterflies in my chest

There's something I gotta confess

Yes, somebody's stuck in my head and I, and I...

Bad Kind of Butterflies - Camila Cabello

Liz woke up to the soft feeling of the bedsheets, her senses fuzzy from the previous nightly activities. Her skin was bare against the silk, her abdomen and legs tangled in the fabric. It constricted her like a snake, yet comforted her from the tight contact. She opened her grey eyes and glanced around the room to see Loki leaning back in a chair near his vanity. He dressed in loose night pants and an unbuttoned nightshirt. He was watching her intently, his eyes swarming with dark intent and desire. Liz rose onto her elbow, using her free hand to hold the bedsheets to her chest. She flinched, a noticeable pained expression striking her face as she moved her legs. To say that she was sore was an understatement; she was absolutely fucked, literally. Her core screamed at her for moving, the throbbing between her thighs aching in a dull pain, but in a way it was pleasurable. She'd never been pleasured so brutally in her life. After starting the shower like Loki had suggested last night, they'd respectively washed each other, their hands running along the length of each other's bodies. It ultimately resulted in two more rounds of vicious sex, once in the shower and another in the bed when they were done.

Loki smirked proudly when he noticed her obvious discomfort. He knew that what she was feeling had to have been from him. It surely wasn't from dancing.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked softly as she gazed at him. He glanced into her eyes, his fingers rubbing together in deep thought as he dug deeper into her thoughts, into her past, and into her secrets. She looked absolutely angelic lying in his bed and wrapped in his sheets. Just the sight alone was enough to make him hard again, but he forced the dirty thoughts away. Liz wouldn't be able to take any more right now, and as much as he craved to break her against his headboard, he refrained from doing so.

He watched as she glazed over his body with her piercing grey eyes, his jaw clenching when he noticed her biting on her lower lip. His cock stirred. If she was looking for trouble then she was doing a damn good job of getting it.

"You look sexy sitting there like that," She told him quietly. His smirk widened, his intrigue in this woman growing the slightest bit more.

"You may want to return to your room before things escalate more drastically." Liz swallowed, her body shivering from his raspy morning voice. She licked her lips, her chest fluttering with anticipation. He was probably right, but did she really ever follow the rules, let alone listen to anybody besides herself? Nope, not ever. And she was feeling good. After a night with Loki and the way it turned out, who wouldn't be in good spirits?

"Who said that I intended to leave?" Loki gnawed at his cheek. "What time is it?"

"Seven in the morning."

"Jesus, why are you awake so early?" Loki chuckled deeply before rising from his chair and making his way over to her.

"Because breakfast will be served soon," He told her before kissing her forehead. "And as lovely as it is to see you wrapped in my sheets, you need to get dressed."

After breakfast, they split into their separate ways for the day, Liz going with Sif and a few others to train while Loki went to speak with Thor about some matters regarding the palace. When the group of women arrived at the sparring chambers the students, both male and female were already waiting for them. When the doors first opened there were noticeable laughter and chatter among the hundreds of trainees, all of them clustered in friend groups as they pushed each other playfully. But once they recognized Sif and Valkyrie, they immediately straightened into perfect rows, their posture stiff and ready for the commands to be given to them. It was impressive, Liz thought, that they could be so obedient for their instructors, and for it to be out of pure respect was incredible. She and Nat had been similarly trained in the Red Room, but they didn't respect their commanders, they feared them.

The training was relatively form-based. While Sif instructed the students like usual, Valkyrie taught Liz, Nat, and Angela some of the purely Asgardian maneuvers that she learned during her time as a student. Needless to say, she was a very impressive fighter, and you could easily tell that she took great pride in her skills. Liz noticed how impeccably precise her movements were and how carefully she demonstrated each strike. Valkyrie went over the combos multiple times with them to make sure they understood, then took it upon herself to test her teaching. Each woman took their chance with Valkyrie, mixing in their own style of fighting with the combos that they'd just learned. They all lasted a decent amount of time, but Valkyrie ended up coming out on top of all of them. The warrior smiled triumphantly as she helped Angela off the dusty floor.

"You guys learn quickly. It's no wonder you're on the elite team."

"Which leaves me to ask you," Nat started as she held one of her shoulders in her hand. Valkyrie had hit her pretty hard. "Why haven't you joined us? You obviously have the skillset." Valkyrie glanced out at the training grounds around them, the clinking of swords and shields echoing in their ears.

"I have my reason to fight, and that reason is right here," She explained with a soft smile. Nat didn't try coaxing as she nodded with content, a respectful glint shining in her eyes.

Loki waltzed down the corridors of the castle, silently making his way back to his sleeping chambers. He and Thor had just gotten back from speaking with the Warriors Three. The meeting consisted mostly of politics and the needs of the people, the general things that every kingdom needed to talk about every once in a while. He wasn't sure why Thor bothered to include him in things like that. It's not like he offered much of an opinion anyway. Nonetheless, he wasn't annoyed that Thor forced him to do these things. In a sense, he was glad because it gave him a sense of belonging. At least he was able to help make sure that Asgard was running properly and smoothly.

Loki opened his door and turned to close it behind him, a sense of clarity washing over him as he was finally alone. But then he caught the scent of something. A smell that was oddly and frighteningly familiar. He paused his movements for a few long seconds as he breathed in the smell, the wheels in his brain turning fiercely in order to figure out what it was from. It smiled like... daisies. Loki's stomach plummeted as he whipped around, hoping that his mind was only playing a trick on him. Unfortunately, it wasn't. There, sitting across the room by his vanity, was none other than the bitch seductress herself. The woman that he loathed more than anything, the person he never wished to see again. His skin burned with anger.

The woman's green eyes stared back at Loki as she smirked evilly at him. She was evil, malice, and corrupt. Her porcelain skin made him sick, her red lips made his ears fume with fury, and the aura surrounding her caused his stomach to churn.

He hated her.

"Get the fuck out, Lorelei."