Gods & Monsters

I had never felt more free than I did at this moment. Loki and I were officially in Amsterdam and had been for two weeks. Tonight we had attended one of their more popular music festivals. We had just left a coffee shop about an hour or so ago, and we were both feeling good, indulging in all that Amsterdam had to offer. Loki promised to behave so we could party for a while and so far he had kept his word. His body possessively gripped mine as I danced provocatively against him. We were both pouring with sweat, but neither of us seemed to care. It wasn't as if we weren't already used to the bodily fluids. We never really could get enough of each other. Even when we were fighting, the desire and passion was still there. The sex afterwards definitely made up for it. 

"I need water." I whine, not wanting to stop dancing, but I was dying of thirst. "I'll be right back."

"No, you stay put. I'll only be a moment." Loki gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the crowd.

I decided to just keep dancing while I waited on him. A few minutes passed and I felt a pair of arms slither around my waist. The only issue was-those arms weren't Loki's. They were too big and they felt strange. I immediately shriek and jerk away, turning to see who the hell was trying to grope me. A very obviously-drunk man was giving me a toothy grin. His hair was a sandy brown, that matched his eyes. He was tall, but bulky, and it looked like his gut had one too many beers. He also looked old enough to be my dad.

"W-What's wrong honey? Don't you wanna dance?" he slurred, attempting to paw at me again.

I recoil away from him, scrunching my face in disgust. "EW. Fuck off, loser!" I exclaim, but the guy was too drunk or too stupid to listen. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me against him. I pushed him away as hard as I could and smacked him across the face. "Do not touch me, you creep!"

"Stupid bitch!" He shouted, rubbing his cheek. "I ought to teach you a thing or two about manners. Who are you to tell me no?"

I gasp. "Are you fucking kidding me! Go find you a fucking whore, you dirty old pervert! It's perfectly legal-there are shops all up and down the street. Now, get away from me before I kick your ass!" I challenge, more angry than afraid. Who the hell was this guy to tell me who I could and couldn't say no to? 

"I found my whore already." He snarled and went to grab me, but before he had a chance to even get near me again Loki had ahold of his arm, with the look of pure murder in his eyes. 

Oh shit. 

"I do believe the lady said not to touch her." Loki barked, squeezing the man's arm. I could tell by the way he was wincing; he also looked like he was about to cry. "Touch her again and I will rip this arm off. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes! Please, just let go of me!" He shrieked in terror.

Loki tightened his grip and I swear I heard something snap. The man cried out in pain which only confirmed my suspicions that Loki had just broken his arm. "Just in case you were having any second thoughts." he added, before letting the man go. I watched as he all but ran through the crowd, holding his arm against his chest, sobbing the entire time. Loki glared at me and my heart dropped. Was he seriously going to blame me for this? He handed me the bottled water and gripped my forearm, pulling me along with him."We are leaving-now."

Loki hadn't said anything the entire walk to the hotel and I couldn't help the panic I was feeling. I hope he didn't blame me and think that creep was messing with me because I wanted him to. No. Loki knew I told the guy to back off-so why was he acting so pissy towards me? The moment we walked in the room Loki slammed the door, locking it behind us. I set what was left of my water on the nightstand and stood beside the bed, waiting for the yelling that would probably start any moment. He surprised me when he walked up and pulled me into a possessive hug, sighing heavily against my neck. I guess he wasn't mad at me after all.

"I thought you were pissed at me." I couldn't help the sob that escaped my throat.
I hated doing the wrong thing. I didn't like making Loki angry. He was really scary and intense when he was angry.

"Why would I be angry with you?" He exclaimed in disbelief, pulling away to glare at me. "You did nothing wrong. In fact, I saw you smack him." Loki smirked. "I wondered if I needed to intervene at all, but the sight of him touching what belongs to me-" he closed his eyes taking a deep, heavy breath, then opened them staring at me intensely, with a grave expression written all over his face. "-I wanted to kill him. I would have killed him, but I promised you I would behave, so I resorted to breaking his arm."

I wasn't sure what to say. I knew Loki was possessive, but I had never actually seen him hurt someone over me; unless you counted Tony and his Audi. "Thank you." Was that really the appropriate thing to say? I decided it was. 

"No need to thank me, love. I would never let another man, nor anyone for that matter lay a finger on you." He promised, pushing me down on the bed to crawl on top of me. "You are mine, and no one will take you away from me. I pity the fool who dare try."

He kissed me open mouthed and hungry. As usual, I melted under his touch instantly, wanting more; craving more, needing more. I felt the air hit my now bare skin. Apparently, Loki wasn't wasting any time tonight. 

"Under normal circumstances I would tease you, but after that mongrel touched you, I feel the need to claim what is rightfully mine."

He pushed into me in one hard, swift thrust and I cried out from the pleasure. I never could understand why having sex with Loki felt so god damn amazing. No mortal man ever had, nor ever would, be able to make me feel the way Loki did. Did he use magic, or was he really just that amazing? Was it because I worshiped the ground he walked on and loved him with every fiber of my being? Was it because he always made it seem so passionate and desperate, as if it would be the last time we would ever make love? Was it because he was a God?

Though, it really didn't matter at this point. I was already addicted; Loki was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. 

He was pumping into me at an almost agonizing, slow pace. I bucked my hips for more friction, but Loki would only immobilize me, holding my waist to press me tightly against him. I gave up on trying to get him to go faster and just gave in to the sensual pace he was taking. It wasn't very often it was this soft and sensual, so I thought best to just enjoy it. Normally it was rough and usually kinky in some manner-I never realized how kinky I actually was until I really started fucking Loki-not that I didn't enjoy that, I did. But in these moments it felt more real; as if he actually loved me.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Loki whispered in my ear, changing his thrusts to a slow grind. My toes curled from the sensation and his words. "You've ruined me, you know. I don't like having weaknesses." He suddenly rose up, almost pulling out of me completely, to thrust back in fast and hard. 

"Oh god, Loki!" I cried, feeling the pleasurable, familiar warmth flooding throughout the lower half of my body. 

He repeated his action again. "Weakness will only get you killed." he whispered low enough to the point I almost didn't hear him. Was he confessing some deep dark secret while he was making love to me?"Desire becomes surrender; surrender becomes power." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body tighter, fucking me so deep I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. "Do you want it?"

"Yes!" I answer even though I wasn't sure what exactly I was answering. Loki kissed me fiercely again, angling his hips just right to hit that sweet spot and I came undone, breaking away from his mouth and chanting his name like a prayer against his lips like my life relied on it. I couldn't think of anything else except the overwhelming pleasure taking control of my body.

"Gods, Lily." Loki moaned, beginning to tremble on top of me. "Say my name again, just like that."

"Loki, Loki, Loki!" I continue to chant, breathlessly against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck to laced my hands into his hair.

I felt Loki shudder, his cock twitching inside me while I still constricted against it. He gripped ahold of the bed frame and I heard the familiar sounds of bending metal. Loki was getting a lot better with not using too much of his strength on me; I didn't walk around black and blue anymore, and Loki always took out his frustrations, or overwhelming pleasure, out on anything and everything but me. I knew Loki was still holding back, a lot, but if he minded at all I couldn't tell. 

Loki collapsed on top of me, still holding himself up somewhat considering he wasn't crushing me. Shortly after he rolled over onto his back and I turn to lay on my side, wrapping my arm around his waist with my head resting on his chest, listening to his heavy breathing and pounding heart. I took the moment to think about what Loki had said to me while we were having sex. I wanted to question him about it, ask more, but I was too afraid he'd shut me out-or maybe he hadn't even realized he'd said those things out loud. Regardless, I was afraid he'd regret sharing it with me if I questioned it further. 

That much I could decipher. I was a weakness; his weakness, but I understood all too well where he was coming from. I had no one in my life. My parents weren't in the picture, I really didn't have that many friends, and the only one I did have hated me now-I was sure. But if I knew anything, it was that I loved Loki. He was my weakness too-I felt like by this point I would die without him.

I would die for him.  
Did that make me insane?
Does this mean Loki really did love me? 

Loki wasn't used to having weaknesses-if any. Had he ever had any weaknesses prior to me? 
I couldn't recall any, thinking back on some of his memories, but that didn't mean they weren't there. 

Was he asking me to surrender to him completely? Or had he, since I'd already said yes? This one would take a bit more analyzing. 

With Loki it could mean anything.

I was nearly asleep when I felt Loki gently and carefully removed me from his grasp, getting up from the bed. I opened my eyes just enough to see him getting dressed as the green glow covered his body. Where we'd been out in the open, he mostly wore tight black jeans, or leather pants, with a button up long sleeved shirt. Usually black, green, or red in color. Sometimes he would wear a suit; if the occasion called for it. For a man, he was extremely picky about what he wore, but I soon discovered he liked to wear what he looked the most flattering in; which was everything I thought. He could wear nothing but a burlap sack and he would still look hot as hell. Despite my efforts to convince him, Loki disagreed with me-he had expensive taste. 

"Where are you going?" I ask, barely able to keep my eyes open.

"Shh, do not concern yourself with such things love, go back to sleep." Loki whispered, kissing my forehead and stroking my hair softly. 

"Stay with me." I beg, afraid if he left he'd never come back, in my half asleep-dazed state. "Don't leave me."

"I will never leave you, little one. I only intend to take care of loose ends." he mumbled, but I didn't quite catch it. "Teach those who touch my things a lesson."

I never heard the rest of what Loki was saying; I had already fallen asleep.