WARNING
18+ content
Dub-con

I arrived at the Avengers compound two months ago. Everything has been fine, great even. Except for one, tiny, little, itty-bitty thing.
Mr. Sparkle's baby brother.

Over all he's okay. Got some anger issues, but really who doesn't nowadays? It's the preditorial looks he gives me and the.... other things he does that make it hard for me to be around him. Physical and emotionally.

He's absolutely gorgeous, didn't get me wrong and I'd be lying if I said I've never thought about him like that, but once he actually got to the compound, and Thor said he was staying, everything changed.

From the moment I saw him, I knew I was in for a world of trouble. He stands a foot taller than me, and the way he looked down at me the first time we meet had me terrified. He was trying to seem charming, kissing my hand, calling me 'Lady y/n', and holding eye contact. But I could see right through it all. It is my ability after all, seeing through illusions and pulling the truth from people wether they want to give it or not.

His eyes raked up and down my body, sending shivers up my spine. He wanted something from me and I knew it.

Even now that he's been here a month, no one has bother to tell him my ability to see past his illusions and I'm honestly glade. The one joy I get out of the day is when he thinks he's being so clever during training, putting up an illusion to try and make me go after it. It only shows up as a hazy image of him, like from a bad quality video. I can see him clear as day as he tries to prowl around me to attack me from behind, only for me to knock him on his ass.
He still isn't sure how I'm able to do it.

The thought makes me chuckle as I pick up the 9mm Smith and Wesson along with the ammo and walk over to the target.

"Alright," Natasha says standing off to the side, "whenever you're ready."

I load he gun and turn the safety off, then I take my stance and aim. I fire three shots; two to the chest, one to the head. The one to the head is a bit to the left but it would still be a kill shot.

"Not bad," Natasha nods, "now aim at that one over there," she nods to the one on the far right end. I move to go over to the target, but she stops me. "No, from here. Shoot at it from here."

I look at her puzzled for a second before I turn my body to the target.

"Empty it," she instructs from behind me now.

I aim, take a deep breath then squeeze the trigger. I empty it like the wants.

"Alright let's go see the damage," she starts walking over to it and I trail behind her. The target it's splattered with bullets. Most of them hit where I wanted them to, but some had gone astray.

"Not bad," Natasha nods while looking at it, "you're getting better."

"Thanks," I say a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

I've been working with Natasha for two weeks. She's training me to use guns and some hand to hand. Hand to hand is nothing for me, guns are another story. Two weeks ago, I couldn't hit the brod side of a barn. Now I'm getting pretty good with hand guns, and we're gonna be going up to bigger guns soon.

Rodgers or Barnes are the ones to do most of my hand to hand training with. I incorporate the things Natasha teaches me to help me pin them. Yes. I said pin them. As in, I beat the super soldiers from time to time. My strength and speed matches theirs allowing for none of us to have to hold back. And just as many times as I've beaten them, they've knocked me on my ass.

The team wanted to test how good I was at one point so they had me fight Loki. He only agreed to even show up when he heard that they wanted us to fight. He said it was because he wanted to prove to them that I could never be as strong as a god, which is true, I won't, but I could feel a hint of a lie when he said it. What he could have lied about still eludes me.

He had tried to use his illusions, but of course that didn't work. The little spar ended with him on his back and me above him with my knees pinning his arms down. I definitely couldn't keep the small triumphant smirk off my face as I looked down at him. Something mischievous sparkled in his eyes and I couldn't place it at the time, but whenever I look back at it now heat runs through me. The position we were in could have easily been seen as sexual, but of course my dumb ass didn't recognize it at the time.

After that, things got a bit.... strange.

I would find him watching me, or using his illusions to make it look like he was in one place but was really directly beside me. I never let on that I knew he was doing it, I just played the part of the naive new recruit.

Natasha and I finish with training as she helps me off my ass. It doesn't matter how many times I face this woman, I almost always land on my ass.

"Imma go take a shower," I say grabbing my bag, "I'll see you at lunch."

"'kay see ya."

I make my way down the hall, heading for my room. Loki comes up next me and matches my strides. Well the illusion of him.

"Hello, Darling," he says.

I play along.

"Loki," even though I know it's only his illusions, heat still courses through me.

"I see you've been training hard," he looks me up and down as we walk.

"Mmhm," I always try to keep what I say to him short. Unfortunately, with my ability to make people reveal the truth, it also causes me physical pain to try and lie. Not that he can't tell if I were to lie.

I stop at my door and open it before stepping in and turning to him.

"You can go now," I say bluntly.

He leans closer, very close to my face.

My stupid breath hitches at the illusion.

"Of course, Darling," he grins and turns away to go down the hall as I close my door.

Turning around I see the real Loki standing in the corner of my room trying to cast an illusion that makes him invisible.

Are you fucking kidding me?

He's is earth entire. Just a pair of blue jeans, and a dark green long sleeve shirt as he stands leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

I don't react to him as I toss my bag on my bed and head to my closet. Is he expecting to get to see me naked or something? Fucking pervert.

I completely freeze in place when I feel a pair of hands on my waist.

"You know, Darling," his breath fans my ear, "it's not wise to be rude to a god."

I gasp as he nips just below my ear and trails his teeth along the skin of my neck. His grip tighten on my waist as I let out a small whimper.

What the hell is going on?

As his lips work against my neck, one of his hands slide under my shirt and up to my breast. He squeezes it through the fabric of my sports bra as his other hand attempts to find it's way into my legging. I panic a squirm backwards, away from his hand, but it only brings my body flush against his.

He chuckles darkly, the sound causing an odd sensation in my core.

"Loki s-stop," oh fuck me and my stuttering.

"Then tell me you don't want this," he breathes in my ear again.

I bite my lip to keep the words from escaping my mouth. In truth I do want it, but this is wrong I'm so many ways.

He hand goes under my waistband again, slowly crawling it's way south. I squirm again, but this time I have no where to go.

"Tell me you don't want this, Kitten, and I'll release you," his finger slides between my fold and he chuckles again, "though I think we already know the answer."

My mouth falls open as he circles my clit.

"Do you want me to let you go, Darling?" He continues his slow, torturous circles making me whimper loudly.

"No," I slap my hand over my mouth. God I hate myself.

"I didn't think so," he nips at my neck again as he slides his fingers through my slickness, teasing my entrance. Another small whimper leaves me as he continues to slowly
works my body up. "What do you want, Darling?"

I want you to stop teasing me and let me cum on your hand.

I bite on my lip hard, still covering my mouth, and shake my head vigorously, trying to keep the words in, struggling against his hold.

"Are you sure you won't tell me, Darling?" He slowly pushes his middle finger into my throbbing core.

My whole body stills as he does, and a moan escapes me without concent. My eyes flutter closed as I lean forward, lowering my head in shame. He keeps me against his chest, his hand still up my shirt as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of me. More small whimpers and moans come from me as he does his work adding another finger, curling them just right to graze my g-spot. The wet sound they make as he continues makes my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

He begins to rub my clit with his thumb, making me gasp and grab ahold of his arms as my knees begin the buckle. He notices and lowers to the floor, pulling me into his lap as he keeps going. He adds a third finger and my head falls back on his shoulder, another small moan leaving me.

My legs are suddenly very cold and I look down to see my leggings and underwear are gone. He must have used his magic to get rid of them. Now with out the confines of the fabric he begins to thrust his fingers more. The knot in my stomach tightens.

"That's right, Darling," he says against my ear, "watch as I make you come undone for me."

His words send a wave of shivering pleasure all the way to my core, making me clench around his fingers and I hold back more moans.

"Stop suppressing your beautiful noises," he coos, "I want to hear them. Tell me how much you love my touch."

He bites down on my neck and a loud moan erupts from my lips.

"There we go," he chuckles against my shoulder, "take this off," he tugs at my shirt.

I lean forward a bit as he keeps thrusting his fingers into me and lift the hem of my shirt over my head with shaking hands. He pulls me back to his chest quickly, his free hand finding the zipper at the front of my sports bra. He makes quick work of it, freeing my breasts for him. He squeezes one, and pinches my nipple making yet another shameful moan leave me. His lips attack my neck again, biting and sucking at it.

All of the stimulation causes the knot in my stomach to tighten more and I clench around his fingers harshly.

"Do you want to cum, Darling," he asks against my jaw.

I nod quickly.

"Use your words."

"Yes," I whine.

"Beg for it," he chuckles and slows his hand.

I feel like crying. He really is going to make me beg.

"Loki, please," I whine, "please let me cum."

I move my hips to try to fuck his fingers but he grabs my hip and stills me.

"Then tell me how much you love my touch," he growls.

"Please, Loki," I nearly sob.

"Oh, my dear little kitten," chuckles darkly in my ear, "would you like to cum on my fingers, or would you like to cum with my cock buried deep inside you?"

"Your c-"

I stop myself from saying what I nearly blurted out.

He slowly begins to move his fingers again and nips at my ear.

"My what, Darling?"

His movements are painfully slow, and I don't know how much more I can take of his teasing.

I know what I want, and I can't lie about it. I swallow my pride and tell him.

"Your c-cock."

He slowly pulls his fingers from my core, still holding me close, as I watch his raise his fingers to his lips and lick them clean of my wetness. He lets out a groan as he closes his eyes, as if it's a delicious dessert for him to devour. And holy hell, if that isn't one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

"You taste devine, Darling," he says looking me in the eyes. I know for a fact that my face just flashed fifty shades of red.

He stands, lifting me with him, and walks back to my bed where he quickly tosses me before hovering above me. He sets himself between my leg and leans down to capture my lips in a rough kiss. He grinds his hips against mine, the feeling of the rough denim against my clit making me gasp. Taking advantage of it, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch.

My hand fist at the front of his shirt as he grinds against me again, making me moan into the kiss.

"Touch me," he says in between the kiss.

He guide my hands under his shirt where I can feel his muscles flex at my touch. I move my hands up to his chest slowly as he continues to abuse my lips and core, then gently drag my nails back down until I hit his jeans. He groans in pleasure as he cups one of my breasts in his large hand. I begin to undo his pants as his lips travel to my jaw and neck. I get them undone and palm him through his boxers.

He growls against my throat before biting down on it. I let another moan loose as I guide my free hand up his chest again, repeating my action from earlier.

He pulls away from my neck and sits back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere. Instead of coming back to me, he sits on his heels, his eyes raking over my body as they had the first time we met.

My cheek flush again and I turn my head away and try to cover myself with my arms in embarrassment.

"Don't you dare," he say, his voice is soft but demanding, "you will not be ashamed of your body, not in front of me."

My cheeks flush more in I still cover myself as much as I can.

"Y/n, look at me," his voice is harsh now.

I slowly look at him, my eyes wonder his bare torso before meeting his eyes.

"You are beautiful," he leans back down, holding himself up on his arms, "I would not be here if I thought other wise."

His left hand goes to my thigh, slowly running his hand up to my waist, his eyes never leaving mine.

I run my hand up his arm and look into his eyes, my powers rushing through my hand.

"Why are you here?" I keep my hand on his skin.

"Because you intrigue me, you have from the moment I met you," the truth spills from his lips, "when you bested me in combat, my pride was wounded. I sought to wound yours but found that I could not bring myself to do so. I found myself craving you, your attention, your body. I am here because I desire you, y/n."

I stop the current of my power. He lets out a shaky breath as it stops flowing through his body.

"You did not need to use your ability, Darling," he caresses my cheek, "I would have told you regardless."

He connects our lips gently, my hands resting against his cold chest. His hand slides his hand down my neck, down my chest, his thumb grazing over my hardened nipple, down my stomach and comes to rest on my waist. He pulls away, only to finish undressing, then quickly returns to me.

My hands quickly go to his raven locks, tugging softly, as I can feel his tip teases at my entrance.

"Loki, please," I say into the kiss, "please.... My King."

He pulls away just enough to look into my eyes.

"What did you say?" His voice is barely above a whisper.

My cheeks go red again.

"Please, my King." I bite my lip and hook my right leg onto his waist, pulling him closer.

He attacks my lips again as he pushes his length into me slowly. He bites down in my bottom lip to gain access, as he explores my mouth once again. Our moans mix together as he rests his forehead to mine.

"Oh dear gods," he moans as he bottoms out. He buries his head into the crook of my neck, trying to keep his control.

"Loki," I moan out, pulling at his hair. I move my hips, silently telling him that he can move.

He takes both my thighs and hooks them on his waist and I hook my ankles behind him. My hands are removed from his neck and pinned next to my head. He laces his fingers with mine before he moves his hips.

He pulls out all the way to the tip then slowly pushes back in, savoring the feeling. I can feel him deep inside of me, making me arch my back as loud moans escape me.

He pulls out again, but this time he slams back into me, the sound of out skin connecting echos in the room. I let out a small yelp of pleasure and he does it again. His pace quickens, letting go one of my hands so that he can pin down my waist as he drills into me.

"Oh fuck," I moan, "Loki, oh my god."

"That's right, Darling," he growls in my ear, sending butterflies through my body, "your god."

He bites down on my neck and my free hand goes to his back, clawing at it as I moan loudly. He seems to like that as he groans and thrusts faster.

He unlatches from my neck and moves his free hand under my knee, pulling it up to my chest.

The new angle makes him hit my g-spot just right, making me scream in pleasure. A knot quickly tightens back up in my stomach and I clench around him.

"That's right, Darling," he says between groans, "cum for me."

"Loki!" My eyes roll back and I see stars as I cum hard on his length.

He continues his pace as I try to come down from my high. Another orgasm builds quickly before I even finish coming down. He rubs my clit harshly as he thrusts.

"Shit," he moans, "do it again Darling."

He thrusts harder while rubbing my clit. It becomes a painful pleasure, the over stimulation driving me crazy.

"Fuck, L-Loki," I moan, my head falling back.

"Yes, Darling, say my name," he moans, "I want my name to be the only thing you can utter."

"Loki!" My second orgasms rips through me, my back arching as far as it can.

My breathing is sporadic as he continues to destroy my body through my orgasms, already building to a third.

"Loki!" I almost sob, "I c-can't. N-no more."

"One more, Darling," he groans, "one more. For me."

He thrusts faster, chasing his high as he pushes me for my next.

"Loki," I sob.

"Just one more, Darling," he brings my leg back to his waist and laces his hand with mine again, tucking his head into the crook of my neck and leaving wet, open mouth kisses along my skin, "just one more."

He slows his pace but drives himself deeper into me.

"Cum for me, Darling," he whispers in my ear, "one last time."

His words undo me for the third time as I cum again, moaning his name. He groans and stills inside of me and I feel him twitch as he releases as well, a string of curses leaving his lips along with my name.

He pulls out once we catch out breath and I whimper at the sensation.

"You did so good, Darling," he praises me, kissing my neck.

"You know, I was supposed to meet Natasha for lunch," I say, closing my eyes, "but I don't think I can walk."

He chuckles as he lays beside me, pulling me closer.

"I'm sorry, Darling," he kisses the top of my head as I rest it on his chest.

"No you're not," I sigh starting to drift off.

I feel the vibrations of his chuckle as he draws lazy circles on my lower back.

"That is true."

I manage a small chuckle before sleep takes me as I rest in Loki's arms.