The Second Born Curses- A Winterborn Series

Kidnapping Barton

Loki's POV

I gazed at the small agent that'd stumbled into my cell. She had just collapsed a moment ago, her skin ashen grey. Stroking the strands of hair out of her face, I was struck again by how different she appeared compared to her companions. Unlike the other women aboard this... aircraft, she held a sort of rebellion spirit that was akin to my own. Letting people know that she commanded her own- a warrior of sorts.

Cocking my head in curiosity, I lightly traced her jawline and felt soft pricks going up my fingers and arm, making me shudder slightly at the unexpected reaction.

Strange... this mortal seems to carry some sort of electrical charge I frowned slightly as her brow creased, her grip tightening on my armour. It appeared like she was having the worst dream from Hel. Closing my eyes, I focused my powers on her mind, expecting some answers as to who this agent was and how she could be of use to me.

Only, when I tried, I was blocked by a complex lock of barriers. My head spun with a storm of questions. How was this possible? No mortal could block their thoughts without some level of training. They'd have to be trained by someone like Heimdall to defend their minds from an invading presence.

Stunned, I opened my eyes to stare at this mortal that was cradled in my arms, sleeping soundly. The first time I had seen her after she attacked me, I'd been just as stunned as I was now. While attacking me, I believed her to be a fallen Goddess warrior with the way she came at me relentlessly.

Despite being injured, the female had struck blow after blow, fire in her brown eyes. It was that same fire that drew me to her and wondering what was underneath that hard steel strength she displayed many times with each encounter we had.

Sliding her onto the ground, I caught a whiff of a sweet but sharp seductive aroma coming from the female agent. A smirk danced across my lips as I thought of how she appeared sweet but came at you like a snake after lulling you. If she weren't mortal, she would be a perfect suitor to be my queen. A powerful queen beside a powerful king. Truly, what could be better than power?

Studying the little agent, I found myself enraptured. She certainly was quite beautiful, despite her unnatural hair colour with peeking colour of black on the roots of her head. Looking down at her unconscious form, I felt a stir within me. I frowned, absently rubbing my arm where I had had held my sceptre. When looking at this woman, I felt like I knew her already somehow.

Impossible! She's just a peasant; she means nothing to you or your goal. Kill her! The inner voice commanded; a smirk appeared on my face at the suggestion. Yes, that would be simply divine. Killing her would be a great pleasure, not to mention the river of blood she would produce from that small body.

The girl gave a slight moan in her sleep. That simple moan sent a ripple of lust through me. Desire flooded my form. All sorts of images flitted through my mind at what I could do to make her give that soft moan again. It had been a while since I've had a woman in my arms, or my bed for that matter.
I briefly pondered what this female might be like in bed. Would she be shy and let me dominate her, taking her in any way I want? Or would she be aggressive and demand for what she wanted? Yes, that would be a challenge and treasuries of a whole night with her in my arms. Life is full of pleasures, was it not?

No. I can't afford for myself to come off task and have my goal destroyed because of some agent. Shaking my head, I knew I needed a distraction from this female. Pulling myself to my feet, I straightened to my full height and strode to the other side of the cell to sit down on the small narrow bed.
I knew from Agent Barton that the beast, Bruce Banner, had his own cell and this was it; it was all going to plan.