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Godly Games	By : SueKotter Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 6049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He walked to the doorway, where a green bathrobe hung from a hook. "But, back to my original goal, I have some duties to attend, and I think we can make it into a bit of a game. Interested?"
"Always, my Lord Loki," I said with a grin. "Just let me get dry."
"Allow me."
His casual use of magic had long ago stopped surprising me, except when it involved him moving me around. Teleportation still made me a bit disoriented. I next found myself reclining on a chaise, the green robe wrapped and tied securely around me. While I'd never located a sun in this world, the light did fade into night, creating a kind of dusk. I was in a bay window, with the reds and golds of that dusk painting the city. And, of course, I was perfectly dry, even my hair. Turning, I realized we were in his study. Colorful bookshelves lined the walls, though I noted that there were many empty spaces as well as stacks of books that presumably had once occupied those spaces. A large and solid desk occupied the center of the room. Behind it was a throne-like chair occupied by my lord, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the arms, hands steepled and propping up his chin. I slid off of the chaise, pausing momentarily to steady myself as my feet hit the ground. The robe was of Asgardian proportion and thus dragged behind me like the train of a gown as I walked.
He regarded me with a look I could not quite identify. It was akin to the hunger of a man before a feast, but it was also coldly calculating. It sent a shiver down my spine.
"Now that you have me here, my Lord Loki, what are you going to do with me?"
"I've been researching a problem, and it's led me to nearly disassemble my library. I thought you could perhaps help get it back in order." He gestured at the stacks of books. "They need to be put back properly."
I'd crossed the room and had situated myself to his right, leaning against the edge of the desk. "You need me to shelve books? That's all?"
"Yes."
I didn't believe him for a second. "Really? You blink things in and out of existence, move us across space effortlessly, but putting books on shelves is beyond your capacity?"
He looked mildly hurt. "I never said it was beyond me, only that I wanted you to do it."
"And this is the game?"
"You can do it quickly if you like. I suppose I could time you again…", he trailed off with hint of menace.
I still didn't buy it, but I also wasn't courting a worse fate. There were certainly worse things he could have me do than this relatively menial task. "No, no. If this is your wish, my Lord Loki, I will do as you ask."
"Good. Get to it, then." He looked down at the papers on his desk, dismissing me.
I looked over the shelves. It seemed to be organized alphabetically, albeit in the runic alphabet that was now my second language rather than the one we spoke. There were seven tall shelves, with a wheeled ladder on rails attached for access to the higher shelves. There were only twenty books stacked in total, but the slots they were meant to occupy were scattered across the shelves.
I sorted through the stacks until I found the first three books that seemed to go on the leftmost shelf, painted a bright shade of green. I made a makeshift pouch from the robe's excess so I could carry all three with one hand while using the other to guide and climb the ladder. Working my way to the top, I shelved the first. I held my breath for a moment, half expecting it to fly back out again, but nothing happened. I glanced down at my lord, but he seemed caught up in some kind of scroll. Perhaps there wasn't a trick to this after all. He just really needed to have this done while he focused his mind elsewhere. Shrugging it off, I continued.
By the third shelf's books, I had a nice rhythm going. I'd start at the bottom, work my way up, and then slide down the ladder in a way that I'd have found far too risky in my old life. When I put the last book on the seventh shelf and slid down, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. It had been a simple task, but it had some fun to it, I supposed. The book titles had been somewhat interesting.
Then, I saw the first ones I'd shelved begin to tremble, followed by those on each other shelf. Moments later, they all flew back. I ducked to avoid being beaned by a few of them. They restacked themselves neatly while my jaw dropped. "What the--"
Loki didn't even turn to face me, but he spoke, "I did say it had to be done properly, didn't I? But you do deserve a reward for your effort thus far."
I felt a pressure under my robe. I reached down and felt a rounded metal caplet of some kind, sitting nestled under my labia, right next to my clit. It began to hum gently. So, this was the game. "Let me guess, my Lord Loki. It'll stop when I get the books to stay on the shelves?"
Now, he turned to me. His eyes were lit with the joy of his trickery, and that all-too-familiar, all-too-enticing grin consumed his face. "Exactly, my pet. And, of course, it'll get a bit worse each time you get it wrong."
A rueful smile played across my face as I murmured, "Well played, my Lord."
Contemplating the shelves and the stack of books, I tried to put together what I'd done wrong before. Properly, I thought. What is properly? I'd had them in the correct slots. I was sure of that. Perhaps they needed to be put back in the right order. My efficient method of bottom to top had meant that the order of the books touching the shelves was not alphabetical. Squaring my shoulders, I approached the stack and started again.
I was on the fifth shelf when my knees began to tremble. I clutched at the ladder, nearly dropping the last book for that shelf. My thighs were wet from my arousal, and I felt flushed all over. Suddenly, the room that had before seemed pleasantly cool was stiflingly hot. Having regained my footing, I mopped at my forehead with the sleeve of the robe. I breathed slowly, composing myself. This was a battle, and I intended to win, despite that damnable annoying buzzy thing.
Carefully, moving with my legs apart so as to not add to the pressure (and thus arousal) of his device against my clit, I finished the last book again and moved back to see what would happen. I didn't know what to expect on success. Perhaps fireworks?
Instead, I was again greeted by the books flying off the shelves back to their stacked positions. I stamped my foot with frustration, slipping on the robe in the process. Before I even fully realized I was falling, I felt his arms catch me and set me upright again. Yet, when I turned, he was in his chair, not even looking in my direction, engrossed in his reading. I steeled myself for another round and marched over to the stack.
The hum became a full-on buzz when I touched the first book, nearly sending me to my knees. I cried out as I fought back the urge to relax into the building orgasm.
"Could you keep it down? I'm trying to read," he said pointedly.
Though he wasn't looking at me, I glared at him. Just for that, I didn't acknowledge his statement in our usual rhythm and instead just returned to the task at hand.
So, it wasn't alphabetical. Was it some other system? Dewey decimal? I laughed to myself at that. I don't think they taught the Dewey decimal system in Asgard. Maybe size, or just some chaotic order, or oh-my-god that damn buzzing thing feels so good I might cry. No, no, shake it off, I told myself. Two days beyond this to go. What could it be? It would be solvable. It wouldn't be fun for him if it were entirely impossible for me, so it'd be a system we both knew, that I could figure out from this.
I stepped back from the stacks, walking toward the window again and then turning to face the shelves and consequently him at his desk. Looking up, Loki asked, "Giving up?"
"Never, my Lord. Just getting a different perspective." The shelves loomed behind him. All the other books were ordered. There were no other places to put them. He had said they went on the shelves. I spun around. Maybe there were other shelves in the room? But, no, the only other feature was that window. I looked out again, enjoying the momentary distraction of the rainbow colors of dusk reflecting off the
That was it! I dashed back to the bookcases and looked again. Yes, there was one of each color. Left to right, it was green, blue, yellow, red, indigo, orange, and violet. And, each of the cases had shelves going top to bottom. Those were all the same, and they were in the right order: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. He had built the code's solution into the puzzle, just in case, but I remembered the old mnemonic: ROY G. BIV for the colors of the rainbow. So, top to bottom, and then I just needed to start with red and go through each color. Why would the shelves be those specific colors except for this?
Flushed with the excitement between my thighs as well as this close chance of victory, I quickly gathered the right books for the fourth case, the red one, and proceeded from there to orange and so on. Being my third attempt, I managed it fairly quickly. As I put the last one on the last case, which happened to still be the rightmost one, I fairly danced back to the center to watch if they stayed in place. I counted seconds under my breath, hoping I'd found the solution.
"Congratulations, my pet," he murmured directly in my ear, causing me to jump despite myself. As I turned to face him, he added, "I had at least three more rounds planned."
I felt the buzzing distraction disappear, and I slumped slightly with relief as well as an ache I knew wouldn't feel relief. Three more rounds? I was quite certain I'd have been a puddled mess on the floor after one more. Even as is, my knees felt weak, and I really needed another bath. I turned to look at the bookcases again, confirming my suspicion that they were now monochrome. The rainbow had been an illusion only, just part of the game.
Loki continued, "I had more that I wanted to accomplish. While I finish, you should wait at my desk."
A chance to relax was welcome. I headed for the chair and began to sit.
"No, that's where I'll be. You will wait at the desk." Following in only a few quick strides, he positioned me facing away from him and, gently placing a hand on the back of my neck, he guided me to be bent over the desk, my hands resting on the surface. I couldn't quite reach the far side without stretching, and the top was actually above my waist. So, I was angled and leaning, though my feet were on the floor. He swept the robe's train to the side and pushed my legs apart. This brought me down lower, so that my chest was resting on the table and my elbows were fully bent. Still he pushed farther, until I was balancing on the balls of my feet, forcing my back to arch.
He stepped back. I couldn't see him, but I could hear his steps. I asked, "Like this, my Lord?"
"Almost. One last touch."
My robe disappeared, leaving me fully exposed. The desk was cool against my now bare skin. I felt his leg brush against my thigh, and his hand traced the small of my back.
"That will do. Wait, my pet. Do not leave this position."
I heard him walk back and slide into his chair. I had no idea how long he would keep me like this. His perception of time and mine rarely aligned. I rested my head against the desk's coolness to await the next round.
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