'Freedom is life's great lie.' Loki tells as he presses the tip of his scepter against your chest, a blue coloured power emerging from it and into your body. Your normal, professional behaviour now changes into panic as you feel the power surging through your veins and towards your brain. Within moments you regain your posture, an emotionless look in your eyes, awaiting his orders. 'Once you accept that in your heart, you will know peace.' His bright blue eyes are sparkling as he sees the mind stone's work on you. You nod slightly at him, as in agreement and watch how he takes Barton, Selvig and a few others, too.

Loki

Place: Your bedroom. Asgard. His bedroom. His throne. Anywhere... Time: Now A collection of short tales involving you and the God of Mischief who is always horny. > ;) Warning triggers, dominance, smut ***

because i just want to cry or disappoint myself. That's just how i like to be tortured. Request are okay but my writting ability may disappoint you as well, so please no hate.

When Kára first arrives at the palace by the request of Frigga, Loki treats her with the same cold indifference that he grants everyone. However, as she grows closer to him and they share their love of magic, his cold exterior cannot hold up.