Commission from @kitxel-draws
Synopsis: Loki, the god of mischief, has brought chaos to new york. What happens when he meets a particular interesting human? Love? Havoc? or rather--amusement.
The young woman was dragged away with the Chitauri firmly grasping each side of her arm. It was a living nightmare; the dirt mixed with the blood and grime stained the golden marble floors of the palace. She felt like a peasant in some medieval castle that wouldn’t give her pardon for her freedom. Each step she took echoed through the unknown chamber’s staircase. She didn't know where they were taking her, she didn’t know; all that mattered was to keep her guard up as she prepared for the worst. Will she die in a fire? Be tossed in a den filled with lions? Be forced to fight a god that will demolish her? Or, become a toy for the god of mischiefs amusement. The last thought seemed promising. The distance of each step seemed to drag out longer and longer, and she wondered what the damn snake was thinking about; was it glory? Vengeance? Power? Oh, it was so obvious; it was all three. Only one question plagued y/n’s mind— ‘Why keep her alive’—she held no power nor authority on Asgard. Loki could’ve quickly taken one of the “heroes” as his captive since they are far more reliable than a mortal. Why go through all the effort to keep y/n alive? What could she offer that others couldn’t?
Loki had a goal, a plan to keep the Midgardian heroes at bay; the young woman was mortal, a civilian they couldn’t kill. It was against their values and morals to endanger anyone innocent, and for the woman, she was innocent enough. She just needed to be alive, unharmed, and untouched. So, he’ll play by their rules until he wins the game of heroes and gods.
The Chitauri had stopped outside an entrance; the inside seemed too beautiful to be true. The waters were clear, and steam emitted from the surface. The ponds inside were large and round; the tubs were coated in gold. To the side of the large tubs were statues of women wearing light fabric drapes pouring water from vases into the pond. The walls, floors and steps leading to the ponds were also covered in gold. This place seemed too magnificent; even for someone as plain as y/n made her feel like a mystical being. “Is this how I die?” she thought “, drowned by the hands of some ancient bastard”.
The force she felt while gripped by the Chitauri wasn’t by their strength but by another. One that couldn’t be seen or felt.
“Undress, girl”, The voice commanded.
Y/n was confused. Did he command her to undress, to get naked? Y/n lightly blushed; she wanted to punch the seeming pervert and tell him to watch his words. She felt prepared for everything but not in a pleasurable way. The weird thing is that he didn’t seem interested in that kind of thing.
Y/n felt a strong force holding her back release; her hair loosened, and the pressure holding at her throat released. Her body felt like a weight of bricks; she came crashing down onto the ground; it reminded her of the feeling of getting pins and needles after an hour and not being able to walk.
“Was that my doing? I don’t seem to remember omitting any force to my movements,” Loki thought.
He brushed off the thought and demanded once more firmly. “Undress; your wounds cannot be attended to with all that filth and grime. By the gods, I will not allow my human shield to be rendered useless. Now undress.”
“Fuck—You—” She was in pain; her body felt agonizing, and every movement she made, made it worse. However, her spirit wasn’t weakened; her fight was over. She refused to back down even at the oddest of requests. She’ll keep going until she wins.
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