WARNING: some sensitive topics are briefly mentioned such as abuse and slightly rape please be aware if you are sensitive to these topics

Molly's pov

Here I sit naked and ashamed. How could I let him draw me in only to cut me off when said what he wanted what sick bastard. I felt a slight draft and wondered why I gave away thousands of dollars when I was just as poor and even more weak.

I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn't. I let him have control and after everything I didn't hate a single moment. In fact I longed for more. He was everything I needed and nothing I wanted. He was better than any mortal in more ways than one. Yet I knew I shouldn't give in to my desire to just drop the bullshit and deal with his need to over power.

That, that would be degrading. Sending at least midguardian woman back some odd years. Then I saw his grin in my mind's eye when I asked for him to finish me but then when he knew I wouldn't give in again. Somehow he knew I'd be sitting wanting him regretting everything.

I bet he even liked it and I felt sick that I caved. Why am I such a idiot...
...my druken mother was right...I'm dumb

I got up and grabbed the nicest thing in my wardrobe and layed it out for tomorrow. Grabbed my soft warm wool pajamas and the only blanket I owned. Then I cuddled up a ratted old uncomfortable couch and fell deeply into slumber. The soft whisper of wind through the shack lulled me into a false sense of security in my storm of danger that barely hit.

Loki's pov

"Brother must you be home so late tomorrow we have that party." Thor whined to me. "Yes, I was very busy and why should I care about snooty rich people who are way to obsessed with there own shit." I said my green eyes bore into Thor's soul.

"Yes cause there the snooty ones and where were you even after this time." Thor mocked. "Your right it's late I shall retire."I spoke just trying to slip away from him.

I got into my Chambers and smirked at the fact I finally a few minutes of what I craved over my future pet, power. Seeing her weak at my touch and hearing moans I felt victorious but I can't help but wish it lasted longer. It could've if she had just listened and done as her god had told her.

One day she'll bend to my whim.

Molly's pov

The next day I woke up and holy shit it was two pm which mean I only had two hours before the party. I only went to the rich highest of high class meets to steal.

Anyway once a year people who are so rich that they don't possess brain cells go to the party Odin throws in the palace.

Also once a year months before said party I steal a fancy dress from somewhere. This year I snagged a dark green dress. It was silky with lace from the waist down. Strapless and tight on top and that princess type poof on the bottom. I didn't own much makeup but I prayed that I wouldn't look like absolute trash. I pinned up my hair and hoped a dress would get me in it did last year.

If anything I'm sure Loki would kill to have me there this time. With 20 minutes to spare I began to hike to the palace.

3rd person

It was a wonderful evening, a slight breeze in the air that was just cooling. The palace glittering like the most beautiful gem from the beams of above.

Loki stood brooding in a corner of the party drinking and classically being antisocial. Then 10 minutes later a late but Happy Molly burst through the double doors of the ballroom.

Everyone stared and rightfully so no woman in the room looked so raidant, and flawless. I hope the stares aren't cause my 30 minute walk made me look like complete trash. She thought.

When he saw her he forgot about everyone EVERYTHING else. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He suddenly felt calmer and less angry than he had been seconds before.

He wondered why she was there but automatically forgot he had thought of such thing when she smiled. Everyones eyes had long left her ivory skin and ocean blue eyes. Everyone had looked away but not forgotten the brunette's long wavy locks. But he hadn't stopped staring he couldn't she was more amazing than any other women.

He began to walk toward her and she caught a glimpse of him in his black and dark green suit. He matched her and she wanted to facepalm her self cause she realized she stole his favorite color. Then her next thought was wow he looks so dashing almost kind in that outfit.

He was just about to get close enough to speak to her when a man in all white started talking to her. "Why hello madame you look more beautiful than anyone or anything in this room."The blonde smiled at her his brown eyes looking at her confidently. "Not so bad your self."she said.

That bitch trying to make me jealous. Loki thought angrily. He was now gasoline one spark and he would blow up at everyone. Destroying that atmosphere and probably pissing off his father.

"May I have this dance."asked the guy in white. "Why yes."Molly said. As the man's hand grabbed hers and the other hand was placed in the small of her back Loki shouted. "NO!" At the suddenness of it all music stopped and everyone stared. "No one dances with her she is mine."loki said looking intensely into Molly's eyes.

Her heart beat quickened faster than a beating drum. Her cheeks burned redder than the reddest tomato. The brown eyes man just instantly let go of Molly. Before the man's hand let go of hers she wanted to complete her mission, steal. Yet all the eyes made her know she couldn't. The guy no longer touched let alone looked at her.

Loki walked straight up to her and a path cleared and he grabbed her waist pulled her close. "Shall we party!" He shouted and the music began.

"Don't ever let another man touch you like that you belong to me."he whispered in her ear. "I'll do what ever the fuck I please thank you and I was actually gonna steal from him. You think I actually like rich people. They have an annoying ego much like you." She whispered back.

He gripped her tighter and said "everyone here knows you belong to me except you. Yet somehow I think deep down you know you just deny."he whispered leaving her breathless. No response could even fall from her cherry red lips. You know the ones he kissed the night before. The ones she ached to have kissed again. She felt a chill go up her spine and hated the kindered feel she had. It was foreign to her to feel so confined yet so alive. It's how she always felt in his arms.

Once again he leaned in and gave her a kiss leaving her in bliss once again for a moment. "I hate you." She stated as she pulled away from his lips that practically dripped honey. "Somehow I think it's quite opposite."he replied a smirk tugging on his tempting lips in a sea of people where they could only see each other.