A/N: this chapter and the next has some sexual suggestive content. If you do not like this kind of stuff, please skip the bottom parts of the two chapters. Thank you!
Loki's POV
Holding my spectre in one hand, I stared down at the rats rushing about, doing my bidding. The alchemists were set about creating the machine I needed, to call upon my army. I had everything ready, except... it felt like I was missing something. Or someone.
My mind flashed back to the little agent that I'd had holed up in her new cell, one with a little more luxury and movement, unbeknownst to me why I even allowed her that. It reminded me of that small moment between us after the little agent sought out to draw blood from me, hurting herself more in the process.
It had been a few days since she'd attacked me in her fury-fuelled frenzy. I absently rubbed the side of my jaw, holding back a small grimace as pain wracked the right side of the jawbone. It still throbbed from her hard punches. For a small, petite woman, she could really hit- something I rather admired in a woman. Though, there was a lot of women like that back on Asgard, but there was something about that agent, which sent my blood boiling and desire to course around my body.
Sighing in weariness, I walked away from the sight of my new servants doing all the work for me in preparation for a new beginning. MY new beginning as king. My lips curved into a blissful smirk when I thought of being king, even if this world wasn't near to the beauty and perfection of Asgard. I knew that this would lead me to being locked away in Odin's keep if my plan didn't quite fall through, but as the 'god of mischief', I always had a backup plan.
Thoughts about being a king overruled my sense of direction, my feet moving in confident strides. Lost in thought, everything began to become noise in the background.
It won't be long now... nothing can stop you now! My voice whispered darkly, making me smirk triumphantly.
No, it wouldn't be long before I conquered this world that Odin's son so dearly loved. My lips curled in distaste at the mere thought of Thor- the man I'd thought to be my brother whom I had to live with under his shadow of greatness. How glad I was to not be related to the oaf.
A loud scream echoed through to the laboratory, startling me out of my reverie. The scream sounded scared- despairing. Before I knew what, I was doing, I was on my feet, walking towards the sound.
Craning my head around to survey my surroundings, I found that I was in the prison cell-hold, where I kept my new prisoner locked up and out of the way. Whimpering drew my gaze to the small agent on the bed. Though it was dark, my vision caught the tears streaming down the agent's soft, porcelain face as she thrashed around, caught up in a bad dream it seemed with the way her breath came in harsh gasps and choking whimpers.
"NO! PLEASE! STOP IT!" she shrieked, panicked. I grimaced in pain as her screams pierced my ears.
I have to get her to stop that dreadful wailing, I thought, refraining from covering my ears as the woman let out another round of screams.
She'll alert all of those morons to my location. Without a moment's hesitation, I strode into the cell and over to the bed. My first thought was to slap her into consciousness, but something told me that doing so would be unwise. As a warrior, I went through strategies that I'd learnt over the many years, yet failing to come up with one that wouldn't have the agent to get the bright idea to use it against me as no doubt she would come up with her own defence tactic.
Hold her, Loki a voice- not my own inner voice, though- whispered softly. Frowning, I scanned around for the owner of that voice, only to find that there was no one around. I thought about disregarding it for petty nonsense when the woman let out a choked sob that threw my entire core off balance, making something inside me break and for that moment, I felt like the caring boy I used to be. It took over me and I felt my own body move to get in with the agent, enveloping her into an embrace.
She whimpered again, this time I went along with what I was feeling, choosing to kiss her forehead and cradle her to my chest. Her screams dulled to choked sobs and hiccups. Knowing that I was covered in her tears, I found that I didn't care, only caring that she would stop and feel comforted.
"Shhh... sleep, little agent... sleep in peace..." I murmured, smelling her sweet scent of tangerine and lavender. My memory went back to my capture, smiling as I remembered the little agent's name that the redheaded older agent let slip. Thank you, mortal anger. Anger always caused you to slip up.
"Dream of greatness, Katra... no one can harm you now..." I surprised myself at that. I hadn't meant to say that, and I waited for regret to come from saying it; it didn't come. How could I say something so little when I was the threat itself? Perhaps this mortal had a hidden talent in making enemies go soft? I surely hoped not; I would not go soft now, not when I'm so close to achieving my ultimate goal.
I will not play this mortal game that this mortal is spinning! I thought, harshly.
Thoughts scattered when the agent, Katra, shifted more near to my body. Mouth dry and my body responding violently, I almost molested her then and there. I fought with my inner demons to stay out of burying my swelled cock into her sweet heat just then.
Breathing ruggedly, I stared at the agent's face, a lopsided smile appearing on my face as she let out soft snores in her sleep. I knew that from the moment I saw her, trying to attack me, I was lost in the desire to possess this creature lying next to me.
Possess her... make her your slave, just like she wanted! My dark voice hissed, quivering with dark pleasure. I, too, quivered but not with pleasure, but great anticipation of seducing this female into my bed.
Yes, she'd make a good company to warm my bed for the night. It would be a challenge, but I'd make her mine. I'd make her scream- scream my name as she would come for me when I buried myself deep in her heat.
Smirking down at the mortal, I thought to myself of the upcoming challenge this mortal would soon meet. My plan slotted into place as I brushed a strand of her reddish black hair from her sleeping face. Let the games begin.
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The Second Born Curses- A Winterborn Series
Romance"You can't fight me, Katra, I will have you" he said, pushing me against the wall as if he owned me. I shivered at the proximity at which he was standing at, his gaze boring into mine. "I-I won't s-surrender" I stammered, my fingers itching to touc...
