About: You have been assigned to go on a mission. You are, however, reluctant to do so. You are to spy on the God of Mischief, but once you leave on that mission, things take a turn when he finds out the Avengers send you. 

"You got to be kidding me!" you shouted at Tony, who had just made the worst decision of his live, involving you. "I am not participating in that!" Tony sighed, rubbing his tempels as he paced through the kitchen. The others just glared at you, but you could care less, your life was on the line here, hanging by a thread. 

"Y/N, he has seen every Avenger, he knows us. He doesn't know you. It works in your favour," Natasha reasoned, blowing her cup of coffee before taking a sip. Pietro nodded in agreement. You huffed, and let your elbows rest on the table, dramatically throwing your head in your palms and sighing. 

"How is hanging out with a murderous God a good idea, enlighten me, please," you added while rolling your eyes at them. Bruce licked his lip in a nervous gesture, adjusting his glasses while he did and shyly cleared his throat. 

"Nat has a point. He won't suspect anything," he muttered. Tony turned towards you again, his palms clasped together as if he were to beg you. 

"Y/N, I know it's risky, but please, you could safe this planet." 

"Your my dad! Doctor Selvig and Clint will recognise me, right?" 

"Probably not, they are brainw-" 

"I don't want him to kill me!"

"He won't!" Tony shouted, interrupting you and silencing you. He glared at you, tapping a frustrated finger on the table and looking you dead in the eye. "You're going and that a final." 

"But-" you tried to protest, mouth hanging open in shock and a little terror. You swore your heart stopped beating for a minute. 

"No buts," Tony said. Your face fell, along with your mindset. You were so doomed. 

Alone in your room with Natasha, your legs trembled underneath your already shaking body. You wore casual jeans, and just a white lace bra, because Natasha was sticking a eavesdropping device onto your chest. 

"This is a bad idea," you complained, as she ran her fingers over your chest, making sure it stayed in place. 

"Will you stop complaining? You're worse than Bruce when he's nervous," she bit, stepping away from you and inspecting her handy-work. "Tony managed to get their location, he'll drop you off, okay. You hummed. 

"Now?" She rose an eyebrow and smirked at you. 

"Now, little Stark, you're going on your mission." She winked at you and handed you a last piece of clothing, a white blouse with buttons. "Put this on and you're good to go." She turned on her heel, leaving you stunned, speachless, but most importantly; filled with horror. You swallowed, and hesitantly put on the blouse. "Don't get killed," Natasha joked before she left your room. 

You stood in front of an abandoned mansion, heart in your throat and breathing erratic. You weren't sure if you could pull this off. You weren't trained for this. 

You hesitantly placed a hand on the doorknob until it clicked, making yourself jump to the creaking noise. All you had to do know, was get in and act like you belonged there. Pushing your shoulders back, you stepped forward and marched inside like Tony told you to. You figeted with the hem of your coat, twirling a loose thread around your finger as you glanced around the concrete building. 

It was quite empty to say the least, apart from a built-up lab, eyeing primitive to say the least. And although the place looked disgusting, with dirty stains adorning the walls, it certainly didn't smell like it. On the contrairy, it smelled somewhat familliar, but you couldn't put a finger on it. Perhaps it were the tangerine scented candles Thor had once brought to Asgard, those you were to afraid to light because they would be destroyed once used. 

You shrugged and carried your feet towards the lab, where several scientists - as your dad had told you - swarmed the place, all busy doing different things, but with the same purpose. The infamous Tesseract. 

That you needed. 

No, your dad needed it. You just had to eavesdrop and role-play with the God of Mischief. 

Oh, no, wait, that didn't sound right. 

Anyway, you adjusted your labcoat, cleared your throat and stepped into the small room, where your eyes instantly met a familliar face. Doctor Selvig. His eyes shone as bright as the Tesseract, if not brighter. Your mouth curved downward in a glum smile as you approached him. 

"Who are you? Kids aren't allowed in here," he sneered. Your eyes widened a little and it snapped you back to reality, heart palipating with it. You gulped your stress down, putting on an ilussion for the people in front of you. 

"I'm a scientist. I am supposed to help you," you sputtered, and it didn't sound nearly as confident as you hoped it would. He cocked up a suprised eyebrow and seemed to think about your offer. He rolled up his sleeves and gave a short nod towards his tools, supplies, whatever. 

Heavy bricks fell off your chest, breaking the illusion of the wall that had been crushing your lungs. You sucked in a deep breath and went to stand beside him, eyes flashing across the room when menacing footfalls echoed through it. 

With a dramatic entrance, Trouble himself stormed in the lab. You almost dropped the screwdriver you had been holding, to seem like you were doing something and looking important, even if it was just holding it.  Damn you that you didn't inherrit your father's engeneering skills. 

Emerald eyes met yours and your heart skipped a beat. You seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and your legs shook, screaming at you to run away, but you couldn't. You had a mission to complete that could safe the whole world. 

He held your gaze, and he held yours. You nervously bit your lip to keep it from trembling. He looked even scarier up close - you didn't want him to come even closer. 

Then he smirked at you and it made your skin crawl. A shiver ran down your spine and you were forced to look away. 

He knows, your mind yelled at you. Run. 

"I want this ready tomorrow," Loki's voice sneered through the room, slicing through the thick silence that set the mood. 

"Give me that," doctor Selvig said monotonly, pointing to something sharp in the corner of the room. You went to fetch it, daring to look up at the God, whose eyes burned in your back. He grinned wickedly, before he winked and left the scene, leaving you a tad bit flustered. "Are you going to give that to me? Our King wants it ready by tomorrow!" 

You scurried back towards doctor Selvig. 

At nine o'clock, Clint, who apparently was there too, told you to go to bed. You got escorted to a bedroom, which you shared with two other scientist. You tried to talk to them, get some information out of them, but they weren't very talkative. Quite the opposite. When you felt their hate towards you radiate off them, you shut your mouth and went to the bathroom, your phone cluthed to your chest. 

Only when you locked the door, you dialed your dad's phone number, nervously biting your nails as it rang. 

"Hey, how's it going?" Tony's voice soothed your strained muscles. You breathed a sigh of relief at hearing his voice. 

"Dad, hey," you said with a smile. "The other scientist don't say that much. I can only confirm that Loki does have the Tesseract. But I don't know what he's going to do with it." 

"Alright, alright, that's good, princess. do they have a blueprint of what they are making?" Tony and his facny talk. 

"I don't know. There are some papers. I could take pictures of it?" Tony hummed through the phone. 

"Could you sneak out tonight to do that? Then mail them to me. Do you think you could do that, sweetie?" You ran a hand through your hair. 

"I guess?" you groaned. "I think I have the least change to get caught at night." 

"Probably, have you seen him?" 

"Loki?" 

"Yeah, who else? Why are you there, princess?" Tony mocked, and you could imagine the goofy grin on his face. You rolled your eyes, a faint smile on your lips. 

"Alright, no need to be mister Obvious. Yes, I've seen him," you replied, licking your lips, a terrible feeling settled in your bones and you couldn't point out why, it felt as if you were being eavesdropped on. You shivered and crossed one arm over the other, the other still supporting the phone near your ear. 

"Alright, so we know his location for sure, that's good to know. You did great. Keep up the good work." Tony laughed then. "I told you you could do this, my little Avenger." You chuckled, but got cut off as the door of the bathroom opened with a flick of the lock. You jumped, whimpering as the God of Mischief blocked your only way out. 

"Y/N? What wrong?" Tony uttered. Loki looked fifty shades of pissed off and extended his hand. 

"Give me the device," he said in a threatening tone that made the hairs in your neck stand up straight. You heard your dad shout your name through the phone as you placed it in Loki's big hand. 

He brought the phone to his ear, glaring at you. 

You felt like your heart would leap out of your chest as you breathed healvily, trying to progress that these were probably the last minutes of your short life. 

"She indeed did a marvelous job lying to me, Stark. Such a shame I am the God of Lies." With those mocking, yet dangerous words, he ended the phone call and stashed it away in one of his pockets. "You are coming with me, princess."  

You gulped. 

He yanked you out of the bathroom by your wrist, towing you around the building until you reached a wooden door. He shoved it open and forced you inside, draging you along with him before swirling your small body around and pushing you against the door, his hand grasping your hair, making you whimper. 

"I'm sorry," you mewled, lips trembling. 

"Quiet, you mewling quim," he said, frighteningly calm. "What a bright idea. Peeking into my plan. You should've known better. It's always such a petty to hurt a beautiful face like yours." Your legs threatened to give out from underneath you while your heart hammered in your chest, for sure trying to break your ribs before he did. 

"Please, don't hurt-"

"What were you thinking? Lying to me? Tell me, I'm terribly curious, dear," he interrupted you. Your phone went off, and Loki smirked. "I wonder who that might be." 

His grip on your hair loosened slightly. 

"If I am not mistaken, you have also been eavesdropping on me. Did you record anything?" He must've seen the panick in your eyes, because he smiled, and it wasn't a friendkly smile. It was more like an I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive-smile. 

He let go off your hair, his strong hand slightly clamping around your neck to keep you in place. Your breath hitched, making a smirk play on his lips in the light that dusk provided. His other hand took a hold of your hip, sliding up and down your waist, across your tummy. 

You were breathing quicker when his hands slid over your breasts, discouvering the sensitive buds. He grinned and his hand around your neck tightened as he opened the first button of your white blouse. You bit your lip to keep the whimper from tumbling off your lips when he pressed himself against you, the plates of his armour digging deliciously in your skin. Were you getting turned on by your enemy? 

The second button came undone and revealed the eavesdropping device Natasha had taped to your chest. 

"Well, what a surprise," he said between clenched teeth, ripping the device from your chest and tearing it appart. You squeaked, trying to back away as much as the wooden door directly behind you allowed you to. He hauled you towards the bed then, pushing you down and straddling you. Your cheeks flushed and you stammered. 

"I- I didn't mean to spy on you," you sputtered. 

"Oh, I know. The Avengers made you do it. Trust me, darling, I know every detail about you and your friends." 

"Are you going to kill me?" you asked, and to your surprise you sounded like you were on the very edge of crying. Your voice cut out at the end and you gulped the lump in your throat down. Loki rose an eyebrow. 

"Kill you? What would be the fun in that. No, now we're going to make a phone call. And you are going to do exactlly as I say," he commanded. He brought a hand up to your face and placed his index finger on your plump lips, shushing you as he dialed a number - putting it on speaker as if to torture you. 

For one moment, you could only focus on how he was straddling you. His well-build thighs bracketing yours. His strong arms seeming like they could snap you in half and make it feel good and his inkt black hair tumbling over his shoulders in neverending, elegant curls. 

Until your father's voice snapped you back to reality. 

"Y/N?"He sounded stressed out, nearly begging your name, like a prayer. "Are you alright? What's happened?" 

"She has never been better, Stark," Loki's voice drawled. It was silence at the other side of the phone for a beat or two. 

"What have you done to her!" Loki smirked at you and let his body melt against yours, putting some of his weight on you as his face hovered inches over yours. 

"She's fine." He tilted his head to the side, lips brushing against your earlobe when he whispered: "Scream." You blinked at him stupidly. He sighed and grasped your hair, giving it a firm tug. You whimpered, squeezing your eyes closed. "Louder." His hand caressed your face, his slender fingers sliding over your jawline. 

You screamed your lungs out. 

"Y/N!" your dad's voice boomed, making you regret your actions. 

"Again," Loki ordered, the glare he send you convincing you to repeate the cruel action. 

"What's happening? Stop that!" Tony shouted. 

"How much do you love you daugher, Man of Iron?" Loki mocked, his fingers gliding over your lips. 

"What do you want?" Tony seethed. Loki tenderly pressed his lips against your jaw, dragging his teeth across your skin. You closed your eyes on the exhale, trying to remain calm and getting your thoughts on the same page. One side was really, really enjoying these attention, and the other side was yelling at you that you were enjoing it too much. 

"As I said, Stark, I will not be deceived. You have not tricked me, and will never. If you come and seek me, your daughter dies, remember that." Loki ended the phone call and threw the device across the room. He smirked at you, probably knowing how twisted your own thoughts were making you feel. "In the meantime, we are going to have a great time." His hands landed on his pair of trouser, undoing his belt. Your mouth went dry and the only words that rolled of your lips was a strained: 

"Yes." 

Hey, 

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot. I know it has been awhile since I last updated. It's my first year at college and it took some time to adjust. But here I am! I hope I get to update more frequently! 

Have a nice day/night! 

xx