We've moved to the living room, to the stairs, and finally to his bedroom.

Every time we wrenched our bodies away from each other, we came right back to each other within moments.

"In all of the nine realms I have never met another being that is filled with as much desire as you," Loki says as we lay in his bed, my head on his chest, "and never one who's drive was as enthused as mine."

"Oh?" I prop myself up on my elbow.

"Indeed," he looks into my eyes as I trail my fingers down his chest.

My intensions were not to have sex on every surface to this room, but damn was it fun. If it's to be like this from now on, I can live with it, but I would much rather go home.

"Loki?"

"Yes, Darling?"

God that name.

Focus.

"Will you let me go home?" My eyes are glued to his chest, unable to meet his eyes.

He says nothing.

I slowly look up to meet his gaze, but his eyes aren't in me.

He stares up at the ceiling, his eyes refecting that of a wounded man.

Did I hurt him?

I sit up and head to the bathroom.

"Nevermind, forget I asked."

I'm suddenly pinned to the wall and Loki's face is inches from mine.

"You are mine I won't let you go!" He shouts, his grip hurting my wrists.

"I don't belong to you or anyone else!" I scream back at him.

He throws me onto the bed.

"And here I thought we were making progress," he pins me beneath him, "but you were just hoping to soften me up and get out of here."

I glare at him.

"Your mother was right, you are scheming an escape," he get closer to me and whispers, "but that won't happen."

"My mom?" My eyes brim with tears.

He spoke with my mom. That means she went to Avenger's Tower. And I'm still stuck here.

"That's right, Darling," he says with a smirk, "your mother has been there and has retold her story of what she heard and saw that night, many times I might add."

A tear falls from my eyes, drifting back into my hair.

"You won't even let a mother see her child?" My words come out thick as my eyes bore into his, "or for a daughter to say goodbye to her mother?"

His smirk falters.
I struck a nerve.

"No."

He lets go of me and walks out the door, slamming it behind him.

I run and try to open in but it's locked.

No.
Please no.
Not again.

I bang on it repeatedly.

"I'm sorry please let me out!" I scream, "please!"

Tears cascade from my eyes.

He's only ever locked me in a room once. He left me in there for days, never once coming to check on me.

"Please," I sob as I fall against the door and slide down to the floor.

I hate crying. I hate feeling and looking weak. But this man has pushed me far past every breaking point I have.

I cry for what feels like hours.
I'm not sure when I drifted off to sleep.

LOKI'S POV
I storm out and go to my study, using my magic to return my clothes to my body as I do.

She had almost fooled me. Almost made me believe that she desired me the way I desire her.

I step into my study and look at the mess we made. The things on my desk strewn around the room, many books from the shelves on the floor, the pillows from the small couch tossed haphazardously aside to make room.

She's a mere mortal, yet she tricked the God of Mischief and kept up with him, never faltering to start up the next go.

I sigh and sit in the small arm chair. I can still hear her cries of pleasure ringing through my mind, still feel her nails clawing at my back, and her teeth baring into my shoulder.

I conjure a mirror to inspect my shoulders and neck. Bruises and bite marks are littered about my skin. I huff a chuckle.

Not all of it was acting, I know it. It couldn't have been. Someone like her, who blatantly shows hatred towards things, could never show that much passion as an act. She would have faltered and withdrew, but she didn't.

I set the mirror down and lean back.

Some part of her longs for me. That is clear from her dream and from our recent encounter. I just wish it would come to the forefront.

I get back to my feet and use my magic to tidy up the room before sit at my desk and open the laptop Stark provided me with.

The new missions we were briefed on occupy most of the screen.

A new alert pops up and I click on it.

It's a message from Wanda.

'I know you're hiding something. You know something about the girl and you're not telling us. You know who took her, or where she is, or both.'

Stupid witch, why must you meddle?

I message her back.

'I know not of her whereabouts, or of who took her. I am as concerned as the rest of you.'

I begin to skim through the files on the missions

Wanda doesn't say anymore and I am able to go through the files in peace.

~

It's been a few hours now, and I decided to go back up to my room.

I stand outside the door and listen for a moment, before reaching out for her mind.

"I promise mom, I'm trying to come home."

"You're not gonna make it home."

"Shut the fuck up."

Is she arguing with herself?

"You know it's true. You should just kill yourself now and get it over with."

No!

I reach for the handle.

"No! Mom needs me!"

I freeze.

"Does she really? You've been gone for four months now and she's apparently doing perfectly fine without you."

"You don't know that."

"Don't I? And all of your supposed 'friends'? Do you really think they give a shit where you are?"

"Shut up."

"They're probably out there living it up, while you sit here locked up as a sex slave."

She doesn't argue back with herself.

"Face it, they're all better off without you. You might as well either off yourself or just except the fact that this ass wipe owns you now. Between you and me, I think offing yourself is the best choice."

"But what about mom?"

"She doesn't need you, she never did. But is you wanna live to try and prove me wrong, go ahead. But at least get some enjoyment out of it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. The sex. Don't act like you didn't like it."

Again she doesn't respond, and I can't help but grin a bit.

"So choose. Kill yourself, or let he guy fuck you like a toy everyday for the rest of your life. Personally I'd get more enjoyment of watching you kill yourself, but hey getting your insides rearranged is nice, too."

"Just shut up please."

"You know I can only do so for so long."

"I know."

"Fine, but I'll be back."

Her head goes silent and I can hear a sob come from the other side of the door.

Maybe she's not so normal after all. I've never heard someone have full on arguments in their heads like that one before. Internal conflict yes, but not like that. It was like it was two different people.

She is far from normal.

He mother's words play in my head.

Was this what she was taking about?

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