The way the other moved his hands and looked at his empty plate hardly indicated satisfaction.
“So you are not out of tricks, but you have not answered my question either. Tell me, is there something that compels you to avoid lies, oh, mighty former mind-reader?”
Stephen was back at giving nicknames and Wong would probably have hit him with a book. But it was better than jumping up and screaming “It was an accident! I never meant to kill anyone”, not that it mattered. Dead was dead and he was to blame.
It was horrifying to know that the alien knew this most shameful memory of his. Yet, he had seen what the alien did as they shared their minds and maybe murder made him a “better man” in the other’s eyes.
Stephen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I agree entirely. Let’s focus on the issue at hand instead. Which at this point is still, how I can...”, he tried to find the correct word, “feel your thoughts, as soon as I open my mind to them.”
Stephen looked up at the other and leaned forward even more until he could smell the sweet food on the other’s breath and see the glimpse of hesitance shimmer in his eyes. Apparently, his closeness made the alien uncomfortable. Considering he had once shared his mind, this was absolutely fascinating. Meeting Loki’s arrogant gaze with a gracious smile he added very calmly: “There is still food in the oven, if you want a bit more.”
Summary: Loki is on earth and has a human Thrall that is able to arrange things for him. But Loki seems to have fallen in a very predatory, even feral, way of treating and is downright dangerous, able to commit murder at any moment. She is trying to make him see that he is more than the darkness he thinks he is, but instead she keeps pushing all the wrong buttons.
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A/N: With a really big and many thanks to @laralaufey for this fanfic. It all started on my rp-blog ‘Loki the Predator’ where Laralaufey and Loki had some conversation and actions for everybody to follow. A fanfic was scratching in my brain after our RP, and with the consent of Laralaufey, I wrote a fanfic out of it.
Also thanks to @islandamy, who added to the RP and spun it toward a new dimension, and an Anon who started all this by giving Loki the Predator a brand new set of knives. He really liked that!
Please bear in mind that this fanfic is written form a very predatory Loki view. Yes, that one look he has all over The Avengers, the thing where my other blog is build on. And no, he is not very nice...
Warnings: Dom!Loki, predatory!Loki, violence, lot of Loki feesl, dub-con.
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“Did you seriously doubted my dagger-skills, Little Prey?” Loki hissed between his teeth at her. “You just set your possibility of an alliance three steps back with that remark!” He hovered menacing over her kneeling form.
“I would never doubt your skills, I was noticing that a job well done has taken away a burden. My burden, my King,” she said looking down at his black boots.
It had only been a couple of days ago that Loki had graciously taken up on her propose to test his new daggers on her boss. Her boss still lived but finally left her in some form of peace after he had seen the powerful being she surrounded herself with.
“I’m still not convinced, Little Prey.” The choice of Loki’s words might have been a little strange, but for some reason it had become a pet-name for everyone he encountered. She wasn’t sure what he was up to, or if he had just lost himself in his own mind or fallen to one of his illusions, but she didn’t want to defy him and thus she accepted the nickname. “And on top of that-” he continued, “-you have a burden less, yet I didn’t get anything in return except blood and gore on my armour and knives!”
“Well, last time I started running and you didn’t follow me… Wasn’t it enough?” she boldly countered.
“Last time I got distracted…” Loki mused at her words, and a sly and mischievous grin spread across his face.
“Let me make it up to you, my King. What do you say if I get you a list of idiots who deserve to be prey? I could have the list right here with me--”
Loki interrupted her harshly. “I’d rather have prey with a certain level of intelligence and not an idiot because there is no fun in that! Don’t get me wrong, making your boss bleed was fun, but if you are going to set me up with a hunt, at least make it a challenge.”
“--Or I can find you a good place to hide, with all the comforts, while you wait for the next prey...” she trailed even though he had interrupted her.
Loki gave her an amused look. “Little Prey, I don’t wait for prey, I hunt them whenever I please.” He touched his index finger to his lips and seemed to consider the options. “Very well,” he spoke balanced. “Arrange some nice Midgardian residence for me and we’ll see where things go from there.” And with those words he vanished in a green flash.
Still a little bit stunned and unsteady, but very happy, she got to her feet. “Anything for you, my King,” she mumbled.
***
It had been a couple of hours before Loki returned, and she had done everything in her power to make sure he had plenty of options to choose from. She showed him a picture of a majestic palace, the outside painted gold and white. A garden in front of it sprouted many golden gargoyles spraying water into a big pond surrounded by grass and lustrous green trees.
Loki’s brow furrowed as he looked at the device she was helding. He had seen the Midgardian devices they called ‘phones’ but he really didn’t understand them, nor did he want to. He had so much other things to attend to and when he saw this mortal with the device, he was sure he couldn’t afford it to lose more of his time over such an inferior object. “I like the gold but everything else in the residence is a little bit too much,” he said while wrinkling his nose.
She swept her finger across the device and another picture popped up on the screen. Loki sighed. Maybe these devices were conducts of magic or illusions. Maybe if he had time he would look into them. Later.
“Here?” she offered as he looked at the picture. “Big windows to control outside, pillows and blankets will be changed in green and gold.”
Loki scoffed. “I’d rather have a decent place where I can read between hunts.” and he circled her. “And I don’t want to feel locked up. Try again, Little Prey.”
She cringed as he circled her, a little bit of fear creeping into her heart, but she didn’t relent. She had known he’d rather have a place which would be more cosy and filled with books and she had prepared for this. She swiped the device again. “I found this place,” and she showed him a picture of a room where all the walls were filled with books stored on pine wooden bookshelves. “It’s quiet, there’s place for books. It isn’t too much, you have big windows but...” she was searching for the right words to say in order not to antagonize the God of Lies but spoke anyways. “Of course it’s a closed place… it’s a home…will you feel locked up?”
Loki tilted his head, his eyes narrowed and she could see the anger shimmer behind his green orbs.
“It’s a residence, not a home, for I do not have it,” he said cold. He looked at the picture again. “Get rid of the roses and put black sheets on the bed and it might suffice.” Loki stalked around her until he was in front of her again. “And as long as the doors and windows are breakable, I’ll not feel locked up.” He fixed her with a steel gaze and bit his lip, not in a sensual way but in a way that scared her a little. The look of a predator who was deciding what to with its prey. “I’m almost inclined on complimenting you for some form of good work.”
She smiled at his words.
“Almost!” he added while he held up his index finger. “See to it that it will get arranged,” he commanded.
“Y-yes, my King,” she spoke while inclining her head.
“Lower,” he growled and immediately she got his meaning as she kneeled for him, her head down looking at his boots again. She furrowed her brow a little when she saw those black boots. Were those droplets of blood? His smirking brought her back from her reverie and she felt his hand on top of her head. “Good Little Prey,” and with those words a green flash of magic filled the air and the black boot was gone from her vision.
She was sure he wouldn’t hurt her, but something in the back of her mind screamed to fully counter that statement. She shoved the voice in her mind away not wanting to think what would happen if he would hurt her. She shuddered.
***
She walked through the city on her way to her house when she heard Loki’s call. It was weird and uncomfortable for he actually spoke in her mind, his voice bearing a slight threat. She hadn’t heard from him for almost an entire week and she had started to think it had been her fault, something she had done wrong.
She wasn’t sure what to do, so she spoke out loud and bystanders were giving her strange looks. “Here you are!” she exclaimed far more happier than she intended. “I think there are problems, because I wrote to you and I waited for your answer…” She had been scaring herself that he might turn up on some unexpected moment just to rip her apart. She didn’t know why she felt like that, but the last encounter they had had been… scary? “I thought you did not want to look for me anymore or that the residence that I arranged for you wasn’t to your liking!!” A small hint of fear, but an even greater tone of groveling, in her voice.
“My Little Prey, next time you arrange a residence for someone, make sure they get the key of the front door,” he snarled in her mind.
“But I was there, waiting for you,” she said with a squeal. “I wrote you a message too, telling that I was anxious to show you the residence, but my message was probably stolen by someone.” Her voice trailed as her thoughts went to a certain organisation which was probably still monitoring Loki. She shook the thought. “I’m going to the residence, I will hide nearby, waiting for you” she whispered softly as she saw the glares of strangers passing her by. “And if you promise not to kill me I will come outside and give you the keys in person,” she added boldy.
She could feel the God scoffed and that he was actually amused at her words. “Oh, I will not kill you-” he omnisiouly spoke in her head, “-for death is the easy way out. I know far more… satisfying things I can concoct on you than death.” He laughed and she could feel his presence reside, the laugh lingering in her mind for some seconds after his departure.
A voice in the back of her brain told her she should be downright scary of this man, but she didn’t want to listen to it. Maybe she was scared a little bit, but she was far more intrigued by him.
***
“I’m here, is there anyone?” she opened the door but respectfully waited outside, expecting Loki to jump from the darkness any moment.
She heard his cold and dark voice behind her as he spoke, “I am not your thrall, Little Prey.”
Immediately she kneeled.
“I arrive when I want, don’t be impatient.” And Loki walked passed her, entering the house and skeptically looking around and then to her kneeling form. She could hear a soft snort coming from him as he studied her.
“Please, enter the house,” she said with a small voice, very well aware of his eyes boring into her. “It’s all yours, arranged as by your request.” Carefully she looked up at him, not sure whether he would lash out or not by her boldness to look him in the eye.
Loki licked his lips and nodded stiffly as he walked into the living room. Quickly she got up to her feet, shut the door, and scurried after him. With his head crooked to the side he was reading the titles of the many books that adorned the shelves. Every now and then he snorted, scoffed or hummed at what he saw until he found something to his liking and pulled it of the shelf.
“Can I serve in something else?”
Loki turned the book around to read its backside and a small smile formed on his lips. “I’d like some tea,” he absently said while already opening the book and starting to read while walking to the bedroom which was right next to the living room.
She started to walk out of the living room to the kitchen but she stopped and turned around. Just in time she saw Loki using his magic to make his armour disappear and flop himself on the bed. A small smile of content formed on his lips as he flicked the first page of the book.
She smiled at herself. At that moment he didn’t look very frightening, one might say he even looked adorable like that, sitting on the bed, his nose in a book and his legs crossed. But she knew better than that, and she was very aware that she shouldn’t mention that. Once she had made the mistake to call him ‘darling’ and he had verbally lashed out at her, baring his teeth and a look of murder in his eyes. She shuddered at the memory and quickly went to the kitchen.
When she got back she put the tea on the table beside the bed. “Anything else you need, my King?”
Loki didn’t look up from his book as he spoke. “I just want you to stick around to heed my every call and wish,” and he absently grabbed the steaming mug of tea. As he brought it to his lips he looked down at the contents, the steam rising in the air and trickling his face. He sighed and blew at the hot contents, using his Frost Giant powers to quickly cool the liquid.
She shifted uncomfortable as she realized that she might have made the tea too hot for him considering his heritage. She didn’t know why he didn’t berate her, but it might had to do with something with the book. “It would be a pleasure for me to stay around ready for your call,” she said while lightly bowing. “Am I allowed to wait in the living room while you relaxing yourself with the reading?” she asked carefully.
“Do whatever you want but don’t leave. Do not bother me either unless I call for you,” he said still not taking his eyes off the page.
“Just call my name if you need anything,” and she slowly retreated from the room. She walked over to the bookshelves and picked out a book, flopped herself on the couch and grabbed the cup of tea she had placed there earlier. She actually wondered how this was going to play out. She liked serving the God of Lies, but she was still a little bit frightened of him. She shrugged and opened the book that was placed on her lap.
After a couple of hours she felt her eyes getting heavy. Loki hadn’t acquired her servance in those hours either and she was a little bit conflicted what she should do. She got up and walked to the bedroom. Surprisingly he was still reading and he looked like he hadn’t moved any other muscle than his fingers to turn the pages of the book.
“My king?” she asked carefully.
Loki hummed, a little displeasure in it.
She kneeled, just in case. “It’s late night, can I rest on the couch?”
He looked up from his book this time and sighed annoyed. “I thought I had made it clear you can do whatever you want as long as you do not leave or bother me.” His tone was belittling and cold.
“Yes, bu-”
“Then pray tell me, Little Prey, why are you asking me this and why are you still here?” his voice threatening.
She swallowed, adrenaline pumping through her veins. It was at that point she saw her error and was legitimately afraid of him under his scrutinizing stare. “I will stay awake then. Just call me whenever you need something,” she spoke softly while she got up and slowly backed out of the room.
She heard Loki’s amused snort and the rustle of paper as he turned another page. Apparently she was getting off the hook this time.
Exhausted she walked to the couch and flopped down, however sleep would elude her as the adrenaline from the conversation with Loki still pumped through her veins. All she had to do now was stay awake until he would go elsewhere or until he’d let her sleep.
The thought that she was at the mercy of his whims did not please her, but on the other hand she had gotten herself into this.
She tried to fight the alluring call of sleep, but in the end she could not keep it at bay, and the soft darkness of slumber took her.
***
With a startle she was awake when her phone rang. Shit! She had fallen asleep. She picked up the phone; it was her friend.
“Hey, where are you?” her friend asked from the other side of the line.
“At the house I arranged for Loki. One second,” she said with some restrained in her voice while she got of the couch and quickly walked to the bathroom. It was the only place in the house that wasn’t directly near to the bedroom and somewhat private so she could talk to her friend on the phone.
“Is everything alright?” her friend asked, a bit of worry in her voice.
“Yes, yes. He allowed me to stay around and rest on the couch,” she said a little too happy to her friend.
“Wow,” was all the reply she got.
“Yeah, he probably was in a good day, yesterday,” she snickered and she heard her friend snicker as well. “I got to go, I’ll text or call you later.”
“Fine, take care!”
“You too,” she said warmly to her friend on the other side of the phone and tabbed the red button to end the call.
Quickly she got out of the bathroom after she had splashed some water in her face and walked to the door of the bedroom and carefully peeked around the door post. By now a stack of books was piled on Loki’s nightstand and he was reading yet another. She retreated to stand with her back against the wall, her breathing coming in short and ragged breaths. Yesterday he only had one book and now there was a pile, that meant he had gotten up tonight to collect the others and thus pass her while she was sleeping on the couch. Had he called for her and hadn’t she heard it? Or had he just gotten up to take care of himself and let her sleep? She bit her lip as a little bit of anxiety took over. She sighed and steeled herself, pushing away the fear and stepping into the door opening.
“My king. Can I interest you in tea and some biscuits?’ she asked as she tried to appease to him.
At first he did not gave a reaction, and when she opened her mouth to repeat her question he harshly snapped the book he was reading shut. “Considering the fact that it currently is morning on this meager side of the globe of Midgard where I am residing, I’d rather have coffee instead of tea,” he said sharply while he turned his head to her. “But you can hand over the biscuits,” and a faked, innocent smile spread across his face and dropped just as quickly.
She inclined her head and walked to the kitchen to make coffee and grab the biscuits from the cabinet. Absently she nibbled on a biscuit herself waiting for the coffee to brew when she suddenly felt a presence standing behind her. She felt her muscles pull tight as she stood there paralyzed, well aware that Loki was very close to her and breathing down her neck. He snickered as he reached an arm passed her for a biscuit. He didn’t say anything as he still stood behind her while she could hear him chew on the biscuit.
She swallowed the lump in her throat away afore she spoke. “So… what can I do for you today? May I refresh the bedroom? Will you come back for lunch? I can prepare whatever you like,” she rambled.
“Well…” Loki said while he looked at the pile of dishes on the counter. He had absolutely no clue why there were dishes, especially not this many. Did they belong to the previous owners or had she just made that much dishes doing… Doing what exactly? He didn’t remember having dinner last night. He shrugged and rolled his eyes. “Just throw those dishes out and buy new tableware. I’ve got a meeting at 12.30 where I will have lunch,” he said between bites. “You’ll notice when I get back to the residence, Little Prey,” he whispered in her ear, sending shudders down her spine, after which she felt his presence move away from her back. Involuntary she let out a sigh of relief and felt her muscles relax.
She saw him walking to the front door and quickly passed him, opening the door and kneeling for him.
“And one more thing,” he spoke as he passed her. “We will attend your insolence for saying ‘he probably was in a good day, yesterday’ later, Little Prey.” Her head snapped up at that and she looked into his cold, dark eyes, a puzzled look on her face.
“I might be a monster, but I’m not heartless nor is it made of ice,” he clarified casually.
Something in his words ticked her of. She sometimes was scared of him, but never did she once think, or say, he was a monster. Why would he think something like that? Why would he think she implied that? A little bit annoyed she spoke. “Well, the last time I said you had a heart, you scolded me and pointed out that you were a monster.”
Loki bared his teeth at that, his jaw set firm. Afore he could say something she continued speaking. “So it’s hard for me how to figure how to speak to you without antagonizing you with every single word I say.” She quickly spoke the next sentences as she saw Loki’s angry glare. “I’ll be here if you need anything else after have bought new tableware. I hope the meeting will be to your liking and does not make you to--”
She got interupted in her sentence as Loki viciously grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards to look her in the eye. “Little Prey, being a monster, and having a heart, are two different things. One does not rule out the other!” He hissed between his teeth. Violently he shoved her head back as he let go of her hair and walked out the door with a conflicted look on his face.
She was shocked but couldn’t keep herself from yelling after him. “You have a heart and temperament, and you are brave but you are not a monster! You are fucking scary when you get angry but do not call yourself a monster for you are not! Monsters do not have a heart!” She fought to keep back the anger in her voice, but she miserably failed.
Loki stopped dead in his tracks at he words, for a few seconds just standing there with his back to her. At that point she was scared of Loki. Really scared! She didn’t understand why, for he had hardly laid a finger on her, but something in the way he stood inspired an utter fear in her heart.
Suddenly he turned around with a furiating look on his face. “You and I are going to have a private talk now,” he spoke as he angrily stalked towards her.
“O-Ok… I mean,” she tried but once he was in the door opening where she was still kneeling, fear in her eyes, he grabbed her by the collar. “I did not mean to diminish your authority!” she whimpered as she tried to put up a futile fight. But his grip was to strong and Loki dragged her inside, the door falling shut behind him with a loud bang.
🦙Mr Loki good morning. I didn't think it possible find you still here after all this time. I know you patience is very very low with us stupid ants and our stupid messages so I don't want to disturb.. just want to know... how are you? 🎃 I need new ideas for my Halloween costume, if it doesn't bother you too much and I know you are good with costumes. 🕯️
If you truly wished to gratify me, you would dress like, well, me. After all, imitation is the greatest flattery.
#I was not gone #I merely took some time for myself #selfcare, you humans call it
You might have noticed some activity on this blog, but I am still on a semi-hiatus. This means I DO NOT take on any new RPs. I shall, however, open the ask-box once more FOR QUESTIONS ONLY.
This message is written on the 30th of August 2020, and until further notice this semi-hiatus and RP-rule applies indefinitely.
