Don't Take This Sinner From Me
How many Hail Marys is it gonna take?
Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not
He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got -Devil's Backbone, The Civil Wars
War on Midgard raged. And she watched. From her very convenient and very close vantage point, she could see where the mortals on this realm needed assistance keeping a hold on her husband. She kept them so busy with him, that they didn’t notice any change in Maria Hill, their top operative. Maria was actually locked away for the bettter part of a year, safe from harms way almost from the moment they recruited Dr Selvig, but no one would ever know that. Neither did Loki, at first; he smirked in derision at the agent’s poor form as she shot carefully around her husband and his new companion. He glared at her, laughing at their escape until her voice echoed in his head, like a lovely dream.
“I missed on purpose, my love,” she whispered through his consciousness, and he smiled a real smile, and felt such relief that his control on Barton nearly slipped.
“Of course you did, my darling. You are perfection.”
And that was the last time they spoke until much much later, but at least she could take comfort in the fact that she was there for him, as much as she could be. From this woman’s fragile mortal form, Senna could watch and help him achieve what he desired, until the day she realized he had grown too power hungry. They wanted to capture him, and as much as it pained her, she helped them do it. He wanted too much, and he was going to get himself killed. So she turned for a moment, as much as it killed her to do so.
The look on his face when he saw her was laced with concentrated rage and a twisted smile, and she had to remember that he wasn't looking at her; he saw only her disguise as a SHIELD lacky. So she allowed him to hate her, and helped the fools bring him into custody, if only to see to it that they gave him up and sent him back to where he belonged. She did what she had always done- she brought him home.
On the day of his ascent back to Asgard, she could have killed Thor. How dare he allow her love’s lips to be sewn shut and muzzled? He could barely breathe and was an angry shadow of the elegant beautiful God-like being he had once been. What was worse, so much worse than anything else they had done to him, was the terrible truth; locked in his handcuffs, he could not touch her.
“Is this necessary? To chain him like this? How can we be so cruel?” she asked, choosing her words carefully, but Thor was too smart even for that, feeble as her façade had been. But she didn’t care. This was too much for either of them to bear, and caution must be thrown to the wind.
“Maria Hill has not been here in a long time, has she?” Thor asked quietly, and Senna rolled her eyes.
“Of course not,” she sighed, and transformed into her true form. The SHIELD uniform disappeared too, revealing leathers of Asgard with an elegant green and black cloak chained to her black corsetry with a thick gold bar. Her hair tumbled down, and her eyes flashed amber. She was unmistably Asgardian and Loki had never been so happy to see her in his entire life.
“Who is that?” Steve asked, and the others converged around Thor, clearly all wanting to know the same thing.
“One of yours, here to grab the prisoner? You guys have hot prison guards,” Tony said, impressed, looking up and down Senna with an appreciative eye.
“Watch your tone, Man of Iron,” Thor said, though without real anger. How would he get Loki to prison now, with her here? He couldn’t get past the two of them without help. “You got the hots for her or something?” Tony asked, defensively, and Thor rolled his eyes tiredly.
“She’s Loki’s wife,” he answered and Natasha’s eyebrows shot skyward at the same time Tony muttered an angry “motherfucker.”
Neither Loki nor Senna could hear them however. They were holding each other closely- her legs were holding her to him, since he could not hold her up himself. Their foreheads were pressed together in silent conversation.
Are you in pain my love?
No. Thor had my stitches removed in secret. He is trying his best.
As well he should. You’ll go away for a long time for this. I cannot stop that.
You could have. You helped them. I should drop you, if I could.
Only because you reached too high, darling. You wanted too much. It would have killed you.
That’s true, I suppose. I always did ask for too much. I only wanted to give you a kingdom to have of your own. I did it all for you, but you stopped me.
So I could keep you. I don’t want a kingdom. I want you.
You are wearing my cloak again.
I always wear something of yours when you aren’t with me.
Let’s go home and you can wear nothing.
I will wear nothing right now.
DO NOT. Only I may see your bare flesh.
As you wish my love.
“What are they doing?” Bruce asked. “I don’t like it.”
“They are talking. They both have magic. They don’t need to speak aloud,” Thor sighed, exhaustion setting in.
“That is really bad news. What are they saying to each other?” Tony asked nervously.
“They aren’t planning anything new,” Thor promised and Tony snorted.
“Why should I believe that?” he asked.
“Look closely. She wears his cloak and his colors, not her own. She is holding his face like she is trying magic away that muzzle, and holding her legs tightly around him, because although he is trying, he cannot properly hold her while cuffed. He is not fighting his confinements now because he is too busy telling her that he is not in pain, assuring her that he will be fine, and basking in her words of love. They have missed each other. Its obvious,” Thor explained and Tony had to admit that they were kind of sweet, if Loki hadn’t just tried to kill all of them.
“I must be off,” Thor said, bidding his teammates farewell, and attempted to detatch Loki and Senna, which was quite comical to watch (especially for Tony who practically made popcorn and pulled up a chair) and then gripped his brother and Senna tight before shooting off into the sky.
The moment they were in Asgard, Thor removed the muzzle and Senna sealed the tiny holes through which a needle had been threaded to sew his mouth shut, with one touch of her hand to his face, and then he was kissing her.
Thor removed the shackles, awkwardly negotiating around two writhing bodies to do so, but did not allow himself to turn away from their intimacy in case either one of them attempted escape. Loki seemed hell bent on making him regret that decision. The second his hands were free, Loki’s skilled hands ripped open the front of the battle leathers he had dorned, tore open Senna’s pants and corsetry, lifted her up, slammed her against a column and thrust wildly into her. Thor was not stupid, he knew the both of them had more self control. This was a game and he was not playing. So he stuck around, waiting with new handcuffs and chains for his brother’s ankles that he would fasten on tightly when Loki was done making a fool out of everyone involved with his little display. They cried out almost in unison and Loki bit down on Senna’s neck as he spilled his seed into her. They sank to the ground together and glanced over at Thor.
“It didn’t work,” Senna sighed, as though she never fully expected it to.
“Shame, that,” Loki replied, equally sarcastic and biting, but Thor could only laugh and demand that his brother magically re clothe himself so that he could be taken, in chains, to the All-Father.
“Can I have him for a bit while he’s all chained up?” Senna asked, pouting, as if she hadn’t just helped Loki almost destroy the earth.
“No,” Thor said shortly, which only made Loki laugh.
“Can I chain him up?”
“No,” Thor growled and handed Loki over to the guards.
Once Loki was safely in custody, Thor rounded on Senna.
“What were you doing? How could you?” he hissed, outraged, and Senna explained all that she had done and by the end of it Thor felt properly and thoroughly taken to task for yelling at her. “You always do come around. Hel forbid my brother ever would, but you do.”
“And always will,” she promised, and Thor smiled.
“You may not see him again for a long time,” he said sadly, and she shook her head.
“No, probably not. Unless I can find a way to magic myself into his cell when no one is watching. But he wont be able to touch me,” she trailed off sadly and Thor made a noise of disbelief.
“Is your entire relationship sex?” he asked, incredulously, and she laughed.
“It is how we connect. We lose the ability of silent communication if we cannot physically be one with each other. And he makes me feel alive. He always has,” she explained carefully. “And now I must live without him.” Thor didn’t quite know what to say to this.
“Permission, if I may, to embrace your ladyship?” he asked, holding out his arms and smiling.
“Yes, you big idiot,” she laughed and he pulled her into a hug so tight she almost broke.
“I will miss him too. If I can help, I will. This I swear,” he said and she accepted his words gratefully.
“Thank you.”