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Rebel Pet	By : nicsnort Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 10167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This isn't really a serious story. It is more a platform for me to practice writing sex scenes and explore fantasies and whatnot. Therefore I am not putting much into originallity of plot or anything. There probably will be some character development and a genera plot but it is nothing serious.

Loki stared down from his throne at the last rebel groups on the ground before him. Foolish mortals could they not tell the world was already his when the multiple groups before him had failed? Why had they continued to fight against what was best for them? In the line of rebels were two older males, one with dark skin the other with light skin, an older female, five younger males, and two young females. All of them bore battle wounds and scars. They had been fighting against his rule for nearly a year now but now their time was at an end. He was a merciful king though. He would give them one last chance to swear their loyalty. Well, most of them.
“Who is the leader of your gang,” Loki asked his eyes fixated on the two men who were both staring at him defiantly. No body spoke. “How noble, you protect one another even in defeat. Noble but useless. Who is the leader of your gang?”
“I am.” One of the young males said loudly. Several of his compatriots cried out.
“A valiant attempt and an obvious lie; the next of you to lie to me will be killed very slowly in front of the others. Now give up the leader of your gang I will grant mercy to the rest of you.”
There was silence for the span of three of the humans’ short heartbeats. “George is.”
Loki trained his gaze on the young woman who had spoken. Her head had been hanging until this point and now that she was looking at him he could see a cold fire in her eyes.
“Goodie what are you doing?” The young male who had claimed to be the leader asked her.
“Making a utilitarian choice Ivan, there is no point in all of us dying.”
“Bring her here,” Loki commanded his guards. Two of them lowered the weapons they were pointing at the rebels and pick her up by her arms. Her arms were tied behind her back making it easier for them but she did not struggle either way. They threw her before his throne and her head cracked against the marble floor. She lay there for a second before working her way on to her knees. Blood trickled from wounds in her hair and above her eye and there was a dark bruise forming on her jaw. Yet Loki could see that she was attractive enough for a Midgardian.
“Tell me which one is George.” Loki said solely to her but still loud enough that her fellows could hear.
“The old man with the dark skin.” She replied without hesitation. With a smirk Loki stood and walked down the steps to where George was forced on his knees in front of him.
“You believed that you and your team were able best a god? Your king? How arrogant.”
“You are no king,” George spat, “you are evil, a monster.”
Loki laughed and placed his foot on the man back forcing his face into the ground. “Mortal you are an ant beneath my boot. Your limited morality is no matter of concern to me.” He removed his boot and kicked the mortal off his knees. “Guards take him to the dungeons I will deal with him later.”
The two guards that had dragged the woman to his throne now picked up George and hauled him out of the throne room. As he was pulled to his doom George yelled words of encouragement to the others, telling them to stay strong and not to bow to evil. The door to the dungeons slammed shut leaving the throne room in silence. Slowly Loki walked up and down the line of rebels the click of his boots the only sound in the room.
“Your misguided leader is as good as dead and you are defeated. I will grant mercy to those who beg my forgiveness and swear their fealty to me. For those who do not,” Loki summoned his scepter to his hand. “I have another way dealing with you.”
“Go ahead and kill us.” The same boy from before said.
“Kill you? You misunderstand. I only kill the leaders of the rebel groups.” Loki channeled his energy into the scepter and pressed the tip against the boy’s chest. The magic energy spread across the boy’s chest and his turned an icy blue. Using his magic to remove the boy’s bonds he told the boy to stand.
“You are a warrior boy?” Loki asked.
“Yes Your Majesty.”
“Good then you can be one of the guards for your previous companion in the dungeon.”
“I will insure the traitor does not escape.” The boy said with a bow.
“Excellent you may depart.” The boy bowed again and left the knowledge of where to go already implanted in his mind. Once he the boy was gone Loki looked at other rebels in line.
“See how easy is it when you comply? Now choose. Either beg and keep your pitiful wills or be completely ruled by mine.” The remaining young woman at the end of the line sobbed and Loki turned his attention to her.
“Please, don’t make me one of them. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Stop crying Alexandra,” the old woman said sharply. “You have the capsule use it.” At that moment the elders among the group and two of the remaining young males bit something in their mouths. Within second their bodies were convulsing and white foam poured from their lips. Then they collapsed to the ground unmistakably dead.
“It is a wonder they did not use those earlier.” Loki bemused perhaps they all wanted to die together in glory as martyrs executed by him. It was no matter now there were only three left. “You three chose not to die by your own hands like your companions. Admirable, suicide is the cowards’ way out. I see that you fear death, beg and I will let you go free.”
The female begged again now sniveling and one of the males joined her. Yet the other one stood fast. “I will not give you the pleasure.” He made to bit on to his own cyanide capsule but Loki stopped him by grabbing his jaw.
“I think not. You will serve me.” He pressed his scepter against the boy’s chest putting him under control. “You and the other guards will escort your two friends to job allocation. Then join your brother in arms down in the dungeons and send somebody in the clean up the bodies.”
“Yes Your Majesty.” All of his guards bowed and shepherded the broken rebels out. Loki did not move until everyone was gone. Then he turned back to the woman who was still kneeling by his throne. Her eyes were fixated on the bodies of her dead compatriots.
“Do you wish you had joined them?” He asked sitting back on his throne.
“I would not have given up George if I wished to die. I simply hoped that they would not use the capsules. It is idiotic to waste a life like that.” She turned her gaze away from the bodies and up to him. “What is to become of me?”
“You know the choice.” He said simply.
She was silent for a long moment. “It is the worst fear of all the humans—loyal to you or not—to become one of your blue-eyed slaves…but my pride will not allow me to beg for anything even my life.”
Loki looked over the woman. There was still a cold determined fire burning in her eyes. She was not broken like the others yet she was smart enough to know when hope was lost. “Do you know what will become of your friends who begged?”
“No, captured rebels are never heard from again.”
“That is because they are being taken to job allocation, they will be kept in the palace and made to work under the eye of those loyal to me. The female will probably become a maid and the male will be a gardener or shield boy for my warriors to train against. Through discipline and hard work they will learn their lesson then they will be sent to serve in the houses of my providence leaders. If they do not learn then they are made into—what did you call them—my “blue-eyed slaves”. Do you know why I am telling you this?”
“No.”
“I tell you this because now you will know how lucky you are. You have intrigued me Midgardian there is a fire in your soul that would be a shame to extinguish when it could be put to so much better use. Therefore I will offer a privileged position to you on the condition that you swear your fealty to me.”
For the first time her coolness cracked. “I—I…and what is this position?”
“I will only tell you after you have sworn yourself to me.”
The woman stared at him and he could see the calculation in her eyes. She was weighing her options and even before she did Loki knew her answer. “Yes.”
Loki smiled and waved his hand released her wrists from their bonds. Immediately she brought them around front and rubbed them. “What is your name?”
“Good…Gudrun.”
“Gudrun,” Loki said testing the name on his lips. He liked the feel of it, a name from the Scandinavian people, Asgard’s people. “Gudrun do you swear fealty to I Loki, King of Midgard and rightful King of Asgard?”
She swallowed before answering. “I do.”
“And do swear to do all that your King requires of you?”
“I do.”
“Put your hand on my staff and repeat after me: I promise on my life that I will in the future be faithful to my King. I will never willfully cause him harm and will observe my homage to him completely and serve him without deceit.” She echoed his words. “That was not so hard now was it?”
“…No…Your Majesty.”
Loki smiled and called for one of the handmaids he had waiting in the wings to serve him. “Help this one get clean and dressed appropriately. Then bring her to my chambers. If she requires anything bring it to her there.”
“This way my Lady,” the handmaid said with a curtesy.
“Wait, please, what is my position, Your Majesty?” Gudrun asked as the handmaid made to show her the way.
“You cannot assume? You are going to be my Mistress.”

Gudrun’s heart pounded, as the doors to Loki’s chambers were locked behind her. She had been in state of shock as the handmaid had washed her in an overly extravagant servant’s bath and had helped her dress in a long floor length dress of forest green the exact same as the handmaid’s. Such had been her state of mind that she had not even thought to pay attention to where the other woman was leading her. It was only now with no hope for escape that the reality of her situation fell upon her.
This predicament was entirely George’s fault. If he had only listened to her saying that it was a trap they would not be here. Yet, George and the others had been mad with grief after the death of his son, Michael, in their last mission. They had all called her cold for not showing her emotions over his death but in truth she had been too numb. Before their mission Michael had confessed his love for her and then had run off before she could tell him the same. Michael would never know that his feelings were returned. Now most of them were dead, Ivan and Cal were blue-eyed slaves, Alexandra and Stephen were broken, and she…she was going to be Loki’s mistress.
A tear slid down Gudrun’s cheek. She gasped and wiped it away quickly. She refused to cry. Loki would not have a satisfaction of seeing her tears. Stepping away from the door Gudrun explored the room. It was a grand room comprised of gold, green, and black decorations. The room she was currently in was a living room of sorts with four doors leading off on the sides. There was a large fire place between two large arched glass doors that led out on to a balcony. Next to the fire was a single chair and on either side tables filled with books. Cautiously Gudrun approached the balcony doors. She did not dare to go outside but from her position she could see that they were far above the ground at least six stories. Beyond that was the fallen city of New York bathed in the glow of sunset making it appear once again like it was on fire.
She knew that Loki’s headquarters took up the entirety of Manhattan Island and the castle he had built on top on the ruins of Harlem and its garden comprising of the whole of Central Park. The rest of the island held the training yards, the prison where he held the fallen heroes who tried to stop him that fateful day nearly two years, and the execution arena where Loki would kill the leaders of the rebel gangs in front of crowds as a display of his power.
Moving away from the glass Gudrun went through the nearest door on her left. It opened to a small library. She picked one of the books off its shelf and opened it. The book was from the Manhattan Public Library. Another that she chose was and it from Oxford University’s library. Gudrun smiled softly. Loki had raided libraries across the world taking most of their books. Everyone had assumed it was destroy them and the human history they held but it seemed like he was keeping them here to read. There must be another larger library somewhere in the castle with the other books.
Leaving a library Gudrun attempted to open the other left hand door but found it locked. With a sigh she moved to the other side of the room. The first door on the right was the wardroom full of clothes, jewelry, and a large full-length trifold mirror. Gudrun stepped back and shut the door. There was only one left and she knew what was inside. Her hand shaking slightly she opened the door to the bedchamber. She stepped inside her heart pounding with dread and her eyes fixated in the bed in the middle of the room. It was large enough for three people to sleep comfortably in and covered in large fur blankets.
“My, my, how eager you are my pet.”
Gudrun gasped and turned around sharply. Her feet caught in the long dress and she stumbled backwards. Loki’s caught her and held her in the off balance position preventing her from struggling without falling again. Gudrun’s breath caught in her chest at his closeness.
“They dressed you in this servant’s garb? Unacceptable you will be dressed in the finest gowns,” Loki leaned in to talk into her ear, “or nothing at all.”
The sensation of his breath against her sensitive neck caused her caught breath to start again now quicker than normal. He pressed his lips against her neck right on the pulse. Gudrun gasped and Loki chuckled.
“Tell me my pet have you ever loved a man before?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Who was he?”
“It doesn’t matter he is dead.”
“Did you bed him before he died?”
“No.”
“You are still pure then?”
“Yes.”
Loki’s grip shifted so that her body pressed against his and nuzzled her neck. “Then you will be utterly and completely mine. No other shall know your sweet intimacy. Would you like that my pet?”
“Whatever you wish Your Majesty.”
“No, no my pet.” Loki said pulling back and looking her in the eyes. “You shall call me ‘my King’ in public and in private…Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Loki lifted his eyebrows expectantly and Gudrun’s mouth went dry. “Yes, Master.”
A smile split his face showing his perfect white teeth. He released her but Gudrun was too nervous to move. Loki took her sweating hand into his cold one pulling her into the middle of the room and shutting the door with magic.
“Strip for me,” he commanded letting go of her hand. There wasn’t much for Gudrun to remove, she was wearing no undergarments. Her hands surprisingly calm she undid the ties of the dress then let the cloth slip from her shoulders. In a single movement she pulled her arms out of the selves and the material pooled around her hips. She paused as she saw Loki’s eyes run the course of the scar the reached from the corner of her hip across her stomach to the underside of her left breast. Then Gudrun pushed the dress over her hips letting it fall to the floor. Stepping out of the dress she schooled her expression as Loki’s eyes roamed over her body.
            Slowly Loki walked around her taking her in from all sides. Each time he encircled her he moved closer like a lion around its prey. Finally he stopped behind her. Reaching out he brushed his fingers along her arm, up to her shoulder, and moved her hair aside. It was then at Gudrun stiffened. But not from the touch from the knowledge of what he was about to discover.
            “What is this?” He asked his fingers now tracing the tattoo on between her shoulder blades.
            “A tattoo, Master.”
            “I know that, but you have marked you skin with my symbol, why?”
            “I was drunk one night in college and thought it was cool.”
            Loki pulled her to him one hand one her stomach the other around her throat. “You forget your oath so soon? Do not lie to me,” he growled into her ear.
            “I love Norse legends! Ever since I was a child I have.” She said hurriedly feeling the hand tighten on her throat. “Loki—you Master—were always my favorite.”
            Loki released her throat. “I was your favorite? I can promise you my pet that by the time I am through with you I shall be your favorite once more.”
            Using her hair as a rein Loki pulled her head to one side exposing her neck. He placed a series of kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, and then on her ear lobe. “You having my symbol on you already, makes this feel like fate does it not? Perhaps the Norns destined us to meet. Midgardian you were meant to be mine.”
            He spun her around so that he bare front now pressed against the cold metal of his armor. Loki’s eyes bored into hers and against her will Gudrun felt her cheek heat up. “I am going to seduce you, ruin you. I will turn that defiant fire in your eyes into flames of passion. You said your pride prevented you from begging for even your life but by night’s end I will have you beg. For my touch, for my cock, for more.”
            Gudrun shivered at his words. He laughed at her reaction and before she knew it he had thrown her on to the bed. She stared up at the canopy above her stunned until she heard the unmistakable clunk of his armor hitting the floor. Pushing herself on to her elbows she looked at him. With just his upper half bare Gudrun could feel her mouth water in want, curse her bodily instincts.
            Loki noticed her looking at him. “Lay back down. I want the anticipation of what is to come to overwhelm you.”
            She did as she was told. Her breathing quickened as two thuds indicated the kicking off of his boots and then the telltale zip as his pants were removed. The room was still and silent but for the crackle of the fire then Gudrun felt the bed dip with added weight. Fighting the instinct to look she waited as Loki crawled over to her, her heart beating faster with each passing moment. Then with the gentlest of touches his fingers caressed her leg. They trailed up past her thighs around her hips and up her side. His face finally appeared in her field of vision as his hand reached her jaw line. The bruise on her jaw began to tingle and in the back of her mind she knew that he had healed it.
She was entranced by Loki’s eyes as he gazed down upon her. His thumb traced her lower lip then like a snake approaching its prey he lowered his head. With hypnotizing grace he drew closer and closer. At any moment she expected him to strike. Closer and closer. Her heart was pounding in her chest from the tension of wondering when he would attack. The moment did not come. Her heart clenched and she gasped as his lips pressed tenderly against hers. Instead of pressing his advantage Loki pulled back. The hand that was one her jaw slid around to the back of her head cupping it and lifting it up giving him a better angle. Then his head dipped back down taking her lips once more.
Sensation exploded around her. It was the kind of kiss touted by romance novels. Toe curling, firework inducing, and breath stealing. Gudrun allowed her eyes to slide close. Loki deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth causing bolts of pleasure to course through her, down to the fire in her stomach. Soon Loki was able to coax her tongue into action and she was kissing him back. This only spurred him on. Loki’s teeth scraped against her lower lip and finally Gudrun moaned. Suddenly Loki broke off the attack on her mouth and moved to her raging pulse at her neck. He sucked at the sensitive spot eliciting another moan.
“That is right,” he breathed into her ear, “moan for me, my pet. Do not hold back. Give me everything you have to offer.” Loki attacked her neck again letting her head drop back on the bed freeing his hand. Sucking and licking the skin all the way down to the hollow of her collar bone he bit down hard. Gudrun gasp in pleasurable pain and her back arched off the bed.
He chuckled. “You wear my mark but now I have marked you. Tonight I will burn myself into your soul.”
He pushed himself on to his knees and worked his way down her chest to the top of her scar. Gudrun groaned as his tongue followed the path of her scar down to her hip. Then he leaned over her once more taking her lips again. As he kissed her this time his hands wandered over her body. One rested on her hip and the other cupped her breast. Loki’s thumb brushed over her aching nipple and she moaned into his mouth pressing her body forward wanting the ache to ease. She felt Loki smile into the kiss. He tweaked the nipple between two fingers and the motion seemed to carry down her spine to her increasingly hot nether regions.
As he continued to pleasure her breasts Gudrun felt like she should be doing something. Hesitantly she placed her hands on the hard plane of his stomach. Instantly he grabbed them and held them above her head breaking off their kiss.
“No. Not yet.” He said his voice deeper and huskier than it had been before but if anything even more commanding. One hand still holding her wrists above her head he kissed and nipped his way down to her breasts. His tongue circled both of her hard peaks before he took one of the tender buds into his mouth. Gudrun’s hips bucked. She could feel the heat of her sex now throbbing in want. The hand not holding her wrists traveled down her body to rest right above her aching sex. Her legs opened unconsciously trying to invite him in and quell her need but his hand stayed in its teasing position. Loki moved to her other breast and her hips bucked again. She felt tears prick at her eyes and she let out a whimpering moan of want.
“Use your words,” he said simply before latching back on to her other breast. His teeth grazed against her overly sensitive bud and she cried out.
“Please!”
“Please what?” He asked the hand that was by her sex sliding down to cup it but still not give her the touch she craved.
“Please, touch me.” A tear of frustration slid down into her hair. “Please.”
“Touch you? Like this?” One of his longer fingers slipped between her folds and began to stroke her engorged flesh. He flicked her bud and her hips arched off the bed.
“Yes,” Gudrun moaned, “yes!” She could feel herself approaching the edge. Just a bit more…
“Not like that.” Loki said withdrawing his hand suddenly leaving her hanging. “If you are going to find release my pet then it was be with my cock in you.”
He pulled her legs apart and situated himself between them. “Now beg for it.” Loki said dragging the head of his member along her folds.
“Please, please. I need you. I need you inside. Please, take me. Fill me.” Gudrun begged but still he did not give into her desire and continued to tease her. She opened her eyes and as his blue-green eyes stared down at her she knew what she needed to say. “Please, Master, please.”
Loki smirked and she knew she found the magic words. He lined his member up with her entrance and leaned over her, his eyes boring into hers. “Now my pet this might hurt a tad.”
With a single stroke Loki filled her. It had been so long since she had pleasured herself that it did indeed hurt but not as much as it would have if she had been completely virginal. Still his girth filled her further than she ever had been before causing a tear or two of pain to swell in her eyes. Loki kissed her gently on her lips distracting her enough for him to slowly start pumping in and out of her. Finally the pain was gone and she began to moan wildly. Her muscles began to clamp around him as an orgasm washed over her. He was not finished, however, but her orgasm caused him to move faster. Releasing her wrists he grabbed her hips and lifted them to a better angle. Gudrun felt another wave building inside. With each thrust the coils tightened further and further. Loki bit her neck again sending her over the edge once more.
“Mine,” he growled in her neck. Then with a final stroke he emptied himself into her, her clenching muscles draining him dry. They were both breathing heavily as Loki pulled out of her. His hands moving up to her waist he dragged her up to the pillows and drew a blanket over them. He tugged her against him, her head resting on his smooth chest, and it was like that, that she fell asleep.
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