Summary:

After taking a lesson from Loki about how to get what you want, it's time to approach your boss and demand a vacation. Also, chocolate bars, showers, and an interesting spell.

TW: Minor violence

Notes:

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Chapter Text

"Mr. Richards!"

You immediately perked up as you saw your boss strutting down the hallway on the way to his office. You had been planted outside of his office for a few minutes, waiting for him to arrive back from his lunch break in order to propose your vacation plans. You figured that after eating, or doing whatever leathery-skinned bosses did on their breaks, he would be more amiable. You had even gone out of your way to wear a turtleneck sweater this morning - and a jacket and a scarf - just to ensure that there was no slip of the collar to reveal your bruises.

Travis' tired, irritated eyes met yours and even though he was several feet away, you could hear a huff drop from his lips. He shook his head a bit and slowed his step, crossing his arms when he finally reached you. His eyes flickered down to your sweater and he raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you for finally dressing appropriately today," he said with a grimace etched onto his face.

Finally dressing appropriately? There was nothing inappropriate about my outfit yesterday you dip shit! You were the one who was inappropriate by pointing out my bruises!

You had to bite your tongue and stop yourself from voicing your thoughts. Though, Loki would probably be proud of your feistiness.

"I wanted to speak with you," you said simply, planting an eloquent smile on your face. "If you have the time, that is."

There was a clear debate going on in Mr. Richards' face. He didn't want to talk to you but he had the time. And really, perhaps he was interested in what you wanted to say. So you stood there and chewed your lip nervously - which you scolded yourself for considering Loki had just healed it the night prior - and waited for his answer. Finally, the bold man's shoulders sagged and he waved his veiny hand.

"Alright, fine. But make it quick."

Mr. Richards quickly walked into his office and you shuffled behind him, trying not to make too much noise. He circled his desk and sat down. There were no chairs in front of his desk so you simply stood there, hands folded behind your back, and head slightly bent.

You blushed and imagined posing like this in front of Loki - naked, wet, and submissive. You willed the blush to leave your cheeks as your boss cleared his throat, clearly impatient.

"Mr. Richards, thank you for letting me talk to you -"

"Buttering me up won't get you anywhere," he grumbled, adjusting some of the papers on his desk.

"Right, sorry." You nodded. "I was wondering...well, I mean, I was thinking..." You paused and stared down at the floor.

"English, please," he said without any drop of emotion, amusement, or patience in his voice.

As you gazed at the gray carpet beneath your feet, you thought back to last night's lesson with Loki. He told you to voice what you wanted and to make it confident. Surprise the anger out of your boss. You shut your eyes and remembered how you told Loki to take his cock out, leave his suit on, and demand that he cum inside of you - an effect you were positive you could still feel, though that shouldn't be possible. You thought about the shock in those perfectly seductive eyes, the grin on his cocky face, and the silence he presented you as he shucked his pants downwards and presented you with his beautiful cock.

You were getting distracted again.

You looked up and noticed Mr. Richards was investing his energy into his papers instead of on you. You stood up straighter, adjusting your posture to occupy more of the space in the room. You cleared your throat but he did not look up.

"Mr. Richards," you said. He raised a brow and hummed but did not look up. You narrowed your eyes and took a step forward, unfolding your arms from behind your back and clenching your hands into fists. "Mr. Richards." Your voice was firmer this time. But when he didn't look up, you took in a deep breath, hardened your face, and did exactly what Loki taught you to do. "I want my two week vacation."

That caught his attention.

Travis looked up, gray eyes hard as steel and cold as ice. His mouth was parted a bit and you were unsure whether that came from your request - demand - or the tone in which you said it. You stood there, not taking your eyes off of him, because you knew that the moment you showed any sort of weakness, he would make you feel small and squash you like a bug under the heel of his Clarks leather shoes.

"Excuse me?" His tone was clipped, chilled.

"I said, I want to take my two week vacation."

"Yeah, I heard what you said. I'm just shocked that you said it." Mr. Richards practically tossed his pen onto his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is ridiculous."

"Sir, company policy states that every employee has vacation time. I was allotted two weeks of vacation time to take without any restrictions as to when. I want to take it now," you stated firmly. Honestly, you were shocked with how steady your voice was. It definitely didn't match the wobbling of your knees. You just hoped Mr. Richards didn't notice that. It seemed he didn't, for his eyes were planted on your face still.

"And you want to take that vacation now?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"I will gladly work tomorrow, seeing as though it is Friday. But starting Monday, I'd like to take my vacation." You were nodding as you spoke, hoping that it would encourage your boss. He pursed his lips and scanned his eyes down your face. You stayed stoic and professional, aching to achieve what you wanted. If you were able to secure this vacation, Loki would be so proud. You'd be his good, sweet, little girl...

"What's the vacation for? Getting more hickeys?"

You froze. Your lips parted in shock and your eyes widened a bit. His statement had caught you so off guard that you didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Richards..."

"How dare you ask me for a vacation," he hissed, nostrils flared in anger. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth. It was amazing how even though you were the one standing - boosted height from your heels, nonetheless - and yet Mr. Richards was now commanding the room from the comfort of his plush, leather chair. He leaned forward and folded his hands over his desk, eyes piercing you with superiority. "The employees who ask for vacation are hard workers."

"I am a hard worker," you whispered.

Mr. Richards stood slowly, the tips of his fingers still placed firmly on the desk. "No, you come into work late, you zone out at your desk, and you show up with hickeys all over your neck!" His left hand was flying about now, waving through the air as if to slice the oxygen with the slick lines engraved in his palm. "That is not a hard worker. That is careless. You're lucky I don't fire you."

"Mr. Richards, please...I need this job," you spoke in a trembling voice, tears welling in your eyes. "I can't...I'm sorry..."

"You should know better than to ask me for a vacation." Travid tapped the desk with his knuckle. He stood up straight and placed his hands on his hips. The tears that were once in your eyes were now slowly dripping down your cheeks. You tried to maintain the straight look on your face but you couldn't stop your lip from shaking and your nose from sniffling. Your boss sighed and shook his head. "Stop crying. I'm not going to fire you."

"Oh my gosh, thank you, I -"

"Quiet." He held his hand up and you immediately went silent. "These...infractions have only been happening recently so consider this a bit of grace. But after this, if you mess up again or come in showing up with these all over your neck." He gestured up and down the length of his neck with his index finger. Then, he sliced his finger over the front of his neck. "You're cut off. You're done. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Richards. I understand." Your voice was weak, cracked, and defeated. You were nothing like the girl Loki had built up and let blossom last night. The thought had you sighing inwardly and resisting the urge to cry again.

"Good, now get back to work," he said as he sat down in his chair. You nodded and turned to leave but he stopped you. "By the way, that's a no for the vacation time."

"I understand. Thank you," you whispered before rushing out of his office.

You should have known that this wouldn't work. But dammit, Loki was so confident! He had made you believe that with a snap of your fingers and some sass in your tone, you could bring your boss to heel. And perhaps, it could have worked if you hadn't been thrown so off guard by Mr. Richards' comment. That bastard knew it would tear you down and make you crumble and you let it. You should have just stuck your chin up higher and laughed because really, that was precisely what you would have done with your vacation.

But why the fuck should it matter? It was vacation - time away from the company and their prying eyes. Instead, you were shut down and forced to be sucked back into work after your request. You took in a deep breath as you walked to your desk and tried not to give into the sadness and anger that was pitted in your stomach. All you wanted to do was go home, shower, and get in bed with Loki.

Oh, Loki. He would be so upset. Thinking about it, you didn't even want to see Loki. You couldn't look into those beautiful eyes knowing that you failed and let him down. Realistically, you knew you couldn't get this lesson down on the first shot. One night of talking like a queen couldn't turn you into royalty like magic, no matter how much you may have wished that. You had to cut yourself some slack but you physically couldn't, not when the ache in your chest hurt so badly.

"Hey!"

You looked up, a bit shocked that you had been standing in front of your desk without realizing it. Michael was leaning on the wall of your cubicle, a smile spread on his face as usual. You nodded and subtly wiped the drying tears off your cheeks.

"Hi, Michael," you said meekly. You rounded the corner of your cubicle, brushing past him and taking a seat. On your desk was a chocolate bar from your favorite brand. It was dark chocolate with almond pieces in it. You scrunched your eyebrows and looked up at your coworker. "What's this?"

"It's chocolate for you," he said, jutting his chin towards the candy.

"You already brought me lunch today," you said, pushing the chocolate away from you with two pointed fingers. "This is too much. You shouldn't have -"

"Ah, don't worry about it." Michael turned around and you thought he was leaving but instead, he walked to the desk right across from yours and sat down. "You should get used to it now that we're desk neighbors."

"Desk neighbors?" you asked, your brain a bit fuzzy from your encounter with Mr. Richards and the unexpected crying. "I thought Amelia sat -"

"Me and her switched spots," he said cheerfully. "Just you and me here now."

"Wonderful," you mumbled, turning back to the stack of papers in front of you. But when you picked up the first paper, your eyes drifted back to the chocolate. The piece of candy was just sitting there but it felt almost intimidating. Everything felt so...off. Michael had never paid you any attention before. Now he was suddenly bringing you lunches regularly, hanging around your desk, and bringing you your favorite chocolate. There was no logical reason for his sudden interest in you and you were hoping that this wouldn't last much longer. But you could feel him staring at you and you finally built up the courage to ask the question that was lingering on your mind. "Hey Michael? How did you know I like this chocolate?"

"Easy," Michael said, grinning from ear to ear. "I found a picture of you eating it on your Facebook from four years ago!"

*

"There's my good girl."

You shut the door behind you and dropped your bag to the floor. You didn't even look up at the god invading your personal space. You wondered why you didn't even question how he commanded your home like he, too, owned it, but frankly, your mind wasn't in the proper state to question it. Instead, you just let out a sigh.

"Hi, Loki."

Loki's eyebrow perked up. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Normally when you got home, you would run into his arms and kiss him. Today, however, you simply stood there and mechanically removed your coat.

"Pet?" Loki asked, not quite stepping towards you but leaning in your general direction. "What...are you alright?"

You snorted and shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

"Darling, speak to me."

Loki's voice was quieter and you almost fell into his arms and began sobbing. No, things were not alright. Your failure at securing a vacation was still irritating you, your boss' comment had your chest clenching, and the behavior of Michael had a panic attack bubbling beneath the surface of your skin for the past five hours.

It wasn't that he brought you chocolate. It was that he went so out of his way to bring you that specific chocolate. He perused your Facebook just to find out something you would like. Michael went back through four whole years of posts and pictures and videos. It wasn't romantic, nor was it endearing or sweet. It was creepy and it made your stomach churn. He went through so much unnecessary effort just to find a type of chocolate you liked. Really, you would have preferred him take a random guess instead of spending probably an hour or two scrolling through Facebook. At least that didn't involve invading a social media platform that you didn't even have him friended on.

And then he had become your desk neighbor, meaning you would be sitting next to him from the beginning to the end of your shift. You couldn't hide from him and after everything that you went through with your boss, moving your own desk was not an option. You had no options here. You were stuck at work with a coworker who gave you unnerved chills and you knew your boss would do nothing to help you.

Maybe Mr. Richards thought Michael was the one who gave you the hickeys. The thought made you hold back a gag.

"Pet," Loki said insistently. You looked up at him finally. He was wearing a light blue polo that was tucked into charcoal gray pants. On any other day, you would be drooling and admiring the sight of his beautiful, elegant muscles. But today, you simply stared at his pale face and shrugged.

"Nothing happened," you said, looking away and unwrapping the scarf from around your neck.

"You know, I told Odin this when I was bartering to become the God of Sex. As the God of Mischief, I am also determined to be the God of Lies." Loki stepped closer to you, his expensive shoes clicking against the floor. "Have you forgotten that too, my sweet?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Loki," you sighed, shutting your eyes and taking a deep, contemplative breath. "I just want to take a shower and forget about it."

"So something did happen," Loki pressed.

You nearly growled but rather than doing that, you just pursed your lips. "Yes."

Loki sighed, looking a bit deflated. "My dearest," he whispered, cupping your face in his hands and angling you to look at him. You swallowed the lump in your throat that had grown there upon looking at his face. Those charming eyes were dulled and worried. You bit your lip - which Loki quickly stopped you from doing - and he swiped his thumbs along your cheekbones. "Talk to me."

"I didn't get the vacation," you said softly. As soon as the words left your mouth, tears welled in your eyes. "I didn't get it, Loki."

"Oh, sweet," Loki purred. He went to hug you but you shook your head and pulled yourself away.

"I'm sorry. I tried but...but..." you trailed off, furiously wiping the tears that were falling down your cheeks once again. "It didn't work."

You brushed past Loki, ignoring the shocked look on his face.

"Where are you going?"

"To shower." You paused in the doorway to your bedroom and turned back to look at Loki, your expression as cold as Mr. Richards' was earlier. "It's what I want."

You left him standing in the hallway, his jaw dropped at your harsh tone. You walked through your bedroom, shucking off pieces of clothing with every step before reaching your bathroom. You shut the door and debated on locking it, but you couldn't bring yourself to shut Loki out like that. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong.

Turning to the shower, you prayed that the hot water would run long enough for you to bathe, clean your hair, and maybe cry for a few minutes.

"Is there a God of Hot Showers up there in Asgard?" you muttered to yourself cynically as you turned the hot water nozzle. "If there is, I hope you're listening."

As the water heated up, you discarded your bra and underwear - the last garments still on your body. Straightening your back, your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror and you gasped.

You were marked, head to toe, with bites and scratches and bruises from Loki. They were all over your neck - though that you knew - but the marks on your breasts had grown darker since the night prior. They were littered over your skin like little purple and red and blue flowers. You brushed the pads of your fingers over your breasts, trailing them down your stomach to your hips. Cupping your hips were obvious grip marks from where Loki had aided you in riding him. You placed your hand around your hip, trying to align the tips of your fingers with the bruises but you couldn't reach them, showing you the true length of Loki's hands.

You turned to the side a bit, trying to see where else his claims had landed, only to gasp when you caught sight of your backside.

Oh. That's why he didn't want to spank you just yet.

After only three smacks of his hand last night, your entire left cheek was bruised. Three hits had done that. You poked the skin, not feeling much of anything. Had Loki placed a spell over you so you wouldn't feel this? You licked your lips and ran the palm of your hand over the discolored skin. The wetness growing between your legs did not go unnoticed. But the longer you were staring in the mirror, the more you noticed the glass fogging up from the steam of the shower.

You turned back around quickly and hopped into the shower, letting the nearly burning water beat at your skin. You scrubbed your soapy washcloth against yourself, hoping to wash away the feelings of doubt, insecurity, and anxiety that had embedded themselves in your pores and bones and blood since speaking to your boss.

When you were finished scrubbing your body, the water was beginning to run cold. You shivered a bit, unsure of whether or not you should get out. You hadn't even washed your hair yet or had that shower cry that would inevitably leave you feeling tired and only slightly better than you had been feeling before. But when you reached for the shower handles to turn the water off, you heard the door to the bathroom open and close. You stood back up straight, not moving a muscle. The water grew colder as you listened to the gentle shuffling of clothes falling to the tile floor. Your eyes fell to the porcelain beneath your feet as the shower curtain was pulled open.

"May I join you?" Loki asked softly. You nodded and he stepped into the tub quietly. When he felt the water hit his skin, he yelped and moved backwards. "Are you trying to freeze yourself to death?"

You giggled, actually feeling a bit of happiness for the first time in hours. "The hot water ran out."

"Allow me to take care of that," Loki murmured. He stepped beside you, his massive body a bit overwhelming for the small shower. He lifted his hand up to the shower head and you watched his palm glow. When he removed his hand from the structure, the water that came out was warm and soothing. You smiled as he pulled you into a hug from the side. He kissed your forehead and rocked you back and forth a bit. "Better?"

"Much," you admitted, resting your head on his chest. You both stood there quietly for a few moments. You knew he wanted to ask you what was on your mind and figure out what happened today but you didn't have the strength to talk about it. You turned in his arms and placed your hands flat to his chest. For a moment, you just admired him - the smooth curves of his muscles and the way the warm water dripped over him. Even with his hair wet, it framed his face perfectly, emphasizing the sharp cheekbones and sleek jawline that you loved kissing so much. You had seen him naked several times but there was something intimate about this time. You never truly got to examine his body in the way you were now. Even looking down at his cock, you realized just how beautiful it was. His long legs twitched when you ran your hands along his abdomen and you imagined the true power that resided within those thighs. You looked up at his serene face and licked your lips slowly. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"Hey, there's no need to apologize. A bit of fury is warranted," Loki said as he ran his hands up and down your nude back. His cock twitched between you as he caressed you and he genuinely blushed. "I apologize for that."

"There's definitely no need to apologize," you purred, reaching between you to wrap your hand around his cock. Loki sighed and fluttered his lashes shut as you stroked him. You watched your hand stroke over his large, long cock, your core growing wet at the small size of your hand compared to his length. "I missed this."

"Pet, as much as I love your little hands," Loki gasped, bucking into your fist with a particularly hard squeeze on your part. "Oh, baby. Fuck, I'm supposed to be making you feel better."

"This is making me feel better," you whispered. You dropped Loki's cock from your grip and reached up to cup his face. Loki's eyes opened and you blushed under his intense gaze. "I don't want to talk about today. Not yet, at least. Can we just have some fun for now?"

"Please don't deflect, dear," Loki sighed, taking your hands in his.

"I'm not. We will talk about it but I'm just so pent up with stress and disappointment that I want to feel good," you said, squeezing his hands. "Please, Master. I've been thinking about you and your cock all day. Being with you is all I've been looking forward to and I want everything. I want you to touch me, fuck me, cum in me. Loki, I'll do anything just to have your hands on me."

"Hearing you say those things...it undoes me," Loki growled. His hands fell to your hips and he pushed you against the tile wall. His mouth was on yours then, licking up the warm water and tears that had nestled themselves on your lips. You grabbed the wet strands of his hair and pushed your body against his, feeling his hard, hot cock drag against your stomach. Loki's hand slid up your waist to your breast, where he teased your nipple and brushed over the bruises with hard taps of his fingers, to which he slid up and grabbed your neck. You gasped and let your head fall back against the wall. Loki chuckled as he kissed along your jawline. "Do you want to know what's been on my mind all day, little one?"

"Yes," you managed to whisper as his hand squeezed your neck ever so slightly. You pushed forward into his grip, earning an amused chuckle from Loki.

Loki's mouth dragged up to your ear where he bit you earlobe. "I imagined tying you up to your bed, binding your wrists together and keeping your legs spread wide apart. Perhaps I'd even blindfold you or gag you. And then for hours, I'd take my time running my tongue along your delicious little cunt, giving you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. And then finally, when you were so pliant, weak, and overstimulated, I'd bury my cock into you and fuck you until you passed out from ultimate pleasure."

"Oh my," you breathed out, eyes wide and pussy dripping.

"How does that sound, pet? Would you want that?" Loki asked as he pulled back.

You nodded, mouth agape. "Yes, Master."

"Hmm..good. But not today," Loki whispered. He grabbed you and flipped you around so your back was pressed to his wet, hard chest. "Being in this cramped little shower with you has inspired new plans."

"Like what?" you asked. Loki's cock was nestled against your ass as he rocked himself against you slowly. You spread your legs wider and rolled your head back onto his shoulder. Loki kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily. You moaned as his hand slid down your body. You were sure that his fingers were going to brush over your mound and tease your clit but instead, his hand paused on your waist. You felt, rather than saw, him smile as he removed the shower head from its wall mount.

"I've heard these can be rather...stimulating for a woman," Loki purred. He let the water stream run over your breasts and down your stomach. He ran the tip of the shower head along your skin and when you felt the droplets reach your swollen clit, you squirmed in his arm. His grip tightened on you, keeping your body pressed flat to his. "Ah, ah. No running, sweet. You're going to stay right here."

"S-Sorry, Loki," you said as he dragged the shower head down your stomach.

"Will you be my good girl and let me play with your pretty little clit?" Loki asked.

"Yes, Master." You nodded eagerly.

"Now stay nice and still," Loki whispered. His arm tightened around you, sealing your body to his as he pressed the shower head's streaming water to your clit. You understood why Loki had held you firmer - you nearly jumped out of his arms from the intense stimulation. It was like dozens of tiny, intricate fingers were tapping and swirling at your clit.

"Loki! Loki, oh my...please," you panted, legs spreading even wider as the water hit you. Your legs were shaking as you tried to keep your balance and you were extremely grateful for Loki's strong grasp. Loki chuckled, his lips pressed to your neck.

"I bet it feels so good, doesn't it, pet? The way the water pounds at your clit, sending chills up and down your spine." Loki's voice was low, sonorous, and decadent. He pushed the shower head closer to your cunt and some of the water dared to shoot near your hole. You grasped for purchase on anything - one hand finding Loki's hair and the other resting over Loki's hand on your stomach. You clawed at his skin and pulled at his wet roots. Loki licked over the wet skin of your neck and moaned. "You are so responsive to me, baby. Hearing you cry for me, I have half a mind to toss you onto the floor of this tub and fuck you. How you tempt me, you seductress."

"I-I wouldn't b-be opposed," you managed through a giggle, your thighs trembling furiously.

"Mmm...not yet. I'd like to play with you some more."

With that, the hand that was on your stomach dropped to your pussy. The water began coming from the nozzle harder, sharper, a bit more intense. You shouted Loki's name as two fingers dipped into your cunt. And his pace was not slow nor teasing. His fingers fucked in and out of you with harsh intention, desperate to prepare you for his cock, you were sure.

"Tell me everything you're feeling," Loki growled.

"It feels...so fucking good. It's like you're biting and nibbling on my clit," you admitted. You wondered if that was why you were enjoying this so much. Had the shower head reminded you of Loki's sinful mouth this entire time? Your head was fogging up more than your bathroom mirror and you tried to blink through the haze. "And your...fuck...your fingers, Loki. Oh, more. Faster, please."

"Faster? Naughty little thing," Loki chuckled. He listened to you, though, and increased the pace of his fingers. He felt like he was vibrating within you and perhaps he was with the use of magic. But with the water hitting you, his mouth on your neck, and his cock grinding into your ass, you didn't want to analyze whether or not magic was being used. You wanted to enjoy this feeling of pleasure.

"Loki!" You couldn't resist letting a scream fall from your lips as the water got harder and harder, faster and faster. Your clit felt raw and incredibly stimulated and your hole was gaping to accommodate Loki's generous fingers. Your body was flailing against him, pushing away from his body but also pushing down onto the shower head and his fingers. You weren't sure whether you were trying to escape him or force him to give you more. But your flailing ripped a growl from Loki's lips and he lifted the shower head from your clit, pressing it to your stomach to move you back against him.

"I said no running away," he hissed, returning the nozzle to your clit. "Why must you try to escape, dearest?"

"T-Too much. It feels too good."

"Oh, my darling, overstimulation will work wonders on your sweet body," Loki laughed blatantly, shaking his head as he inserted a third finger into your body. "I simply cannot wait for that lesson."

"Then don't make me wait," you said through gritted teeth.

"You must," he whispered, dragging out the final word as he curled his fingers within you. You tried to bite back the moan but it left your lips before you could capture it. "You were an inexperienced virgin less than a week ago. Let me take my time with you, pet."

"Fine, just...just..."

"What, little one? Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock," you said quickly, pulling away slightly to grasp his cock.

Loki's groan was heady as you pumped him, the wetness of your bodies making it easier to slide along his length. He thrusted himself into your hand and you turned your head, watching the look of pleasure wash over his face. His eyes were closed, wet lashes casting lengthy shadows over his heavenly cheekbones. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly and when you squeezed his cock, they knitted together even tighter. You bit your lip when his lips parted and released a soft groan. Even in his state of divine pleasure, he did not stop fucking you with his fingers or slow down the pressure from the water. He groaned again when you flicked your wrist on a pump and his eyelashes fluttered as his eyes opened.

"You're staring, pet," he teased, grin wide and wild.

"Maybe I am," you said before pecking him on the lips. "I can't help it. You're beautiful."

Loki paused, the shower slowing a bit and his fingers stilling inside you. He scanned your face and there was some unique expression that floated on his. You couldn't read him - of course the God of Lies would be able to conceal his emotions with ease - but you knew he was feeling...something. Whatever that something was, you wanted to know what it was. You leaned forward and kissed him again intimately and deeply. After pulling away, Loki shook his head.

"You mean that," he mumbled. He blinked the steam out of his eyes before turning his gaze back to you. "But how can you say that when you look like this? Covered in my marks? I really did do a number on you."

"You did and I love it," you said, fighting away the memories of your boss scolding you for those very bruises. You didn't want to recall that right now. You wanted to just live in this moment with Loki and his hands and the damn shower head.

You had a feeling you were going to be taking longer showers in the future.

"As you should, little girl. You should love and adore every mark your Master leaves on your body." Loki looked deep into your eyes as his fingers began fucking you in earnest again. You gasped and Loki licked his lips. "Now cum."

You did. You flew away with your orgasm. Your body physically jumped as the water pounded against your clit. Your orgasm washed over you with more intensity than each of the little streams of water had hit you with combined. But you were not given a chance to let your orgasm subside. Instead, the shower head magically appeared back on the wall and you were flipped around, hoisted into Loki's arms, shoved against the shower wall, and impaled on his cock.

"Master! Oh, Loki," you moaned, your head falling against the tile. Loki's cock moved faster than his fingers did, the blunt head jabbing your most sensitive spot nestled so far within you that you could never reach it on your own.

"Look at these breasts. You've covered in me," Loki groaned, admiring the discolored flesh before his eyes. Your breasts were bouncing enticingly as he fucked you up and down on his cock. His eyes drifted to the gem between your breasts and he stared at it, mouth agape and breath coming out a bit shakier. There was something extremely erotic knowing that you kept his pendant on while in the shower. Granted, he knew you would because you admitted to not wanting to take it off but seeing it actually before his eyes had his cock swelling dangerously.

You pushed your hips down onto Loki's cock, your cunt fluttering around him. The shower wall was hard and slick as your back hit it and rubbed against it. You almost chuckled at the knowledge of having a different kind of marking from Loki after this - one that resulted from scraping the wall constantly. Your entire body would be covered with him.

Locking your legs tighter around Loki's slim waist, you placed your hand under his chin and forced him to look into your eyes. His eyes were dilated, blown wild with lust, and your own were matching his. Loki grinned and captured your wet lips in his, drinking your moans like the finest of wines.

And that was how he held you there, cock nestled inside of you and arms supporting your half-bruised ass. Your lips never left his, the feeling of him against you too good to let go off. When you felt your pussy tightening around him, you began whimpering. Loki let his lips drift from yours just enough to allow him to talk. Though when he spoke, his lips still brushed against yours, kissing you with his words.

"I know, sweet. I know you need to cum. I didn't let you rest, did I?" Loki whispered. "This is only a taste of what I can do to you. We truly have only just begun."

"Give it to me, Master. Give me everything," you said desperately, kissing him between phrases. Loki moaned against you, his nails digging into your ass and - ah, there was the bite of the bruise. It felt alluring, truly breathtaking as that bit of pain crawled up your spine from your backside.

"I will, little one. I promise," Loki said. "I'm going to make you cum now. I want you to scream for me."

"Yes, Master."

One of the hands that was supporting you moved to brush your clit. You didn't realize how sensitive the little bud was from the intensity of the shower until Loki touched it. Your mouth parted and Loki sealed his lips over yours. When your orgasm hit you shortly after, you did scream and the sound landed directly in Loki's mouth and crawled down his throat. He kissed you as you yelped and shouted, his cock twitching inside of you. He picked up his pace, cock thrusting into your furiously, almost angrily, before he spilled inside of you. And much to your delight, Loki's mouth stayed on yours as he came. You felt his moans, tasted them, and you decided to brand those hot groans on your tongue until the day you died. You licked up the sounds he made and deemed it your mission to draw more out from him as you purposefully clenched your pussy around him. Loki continued to cum, and only when he finished, did he remove his mouth from yours.

"Good girl," Loki sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "Always my good girl, no matter what."

Apparently, that was your signal to cry.

Your tears fell quickly and you could see Loki panicking, thinking that he had hurt you. You quickly reassured him that the day had simply caught up to you and that you were overwhelmed with emotions. Loki slipped his cock from you and placed you on the shower floor. As you cried, Loki washed your hair, massaging the shampoo and conditioner into your scalp with tenderness and talented fingers. After that, he soaped your body up again and washed you down. Though you felt better, you continued to cry and he let you. He hugged you and kissed the top of your head, dousing you in care.

"It's okay," he whispered as you cried. "I'm here. I'll take care of you."

And then Loki pulled you from the shower and dried you off, though your face remained wet. He magically dried your hair and placed comfortable clothing on you. You stood there as he waved his hand, resulting in his own body and hair drying immediately. His polo and trousers returned to his body as he folded your hand in his. He led you into your bedroom and sat you on your bed. Your sobs had quieted down but the tears continued to fall.

"I think you should tell me what happened," he said, crouching before you in a sophisticated, regal squat that you wished you could have seen from behind. He took both of your hands in his and you nodded.

"I asked for the vacation but my boss denied me. He said it was unprofessional to ask for one after showing up late literally once and coming in with hickeys and...he just...he made me feel so weak and powerless. He made fun of me for being nervous and told me my outfit was finally professional which is just bullshit, Loki. He said I would only be taking the vacation to get more hickeys," you whispered, staring down at your conjoined hands. "He was disgusted by the bruises and he told me I was lucky he didn't fire me."

Loki's hands had tightened and his face went dark and cold. You shrunk back, a bit afraid of him. You saw it in that moment that Loki was not just someone who was fucking you. He was a dangerous god who, most likely, had killed people. The Gods of Asgard were warriors, fierce fighters, defenders and attackers. Loki was a creature birthed over a thousand years ago. He must have seen your fear because he sighed and let his shoulders relax, his face hiding the raw emotion on it again.

"I am so sorry, my sweet. He does not deserve a worker like you. You are smart, hard-working, and the quality of your work should not depend on whether or not you're properly fucked," Loki said, earning a snort from you for the last part. Loki rubbed his thumbs along the back of your knuckles. "He will pay for this, I swear it."

"That bastard is probably sitting in his office all smug now. He always stays late on Thursdays for payroll and he's probably just snickering and thinking about me sobbing in his office," you said with a watery laugh. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry I couldn't get the vacation. I guess I didn't learn your lesson properly."

"Hey." Loki took your face between his hands. "Don't say that. Never say that. You did what you could. It is not your fault that he degraded you like that. You will get your vacation, I am sure of it."

"Thank you, Loki," you whispered. Loki stretched up and kissed you briefly. When he pulled back, he smiled gently at you. He stood then and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Considering I meant to stay with you for a few days, I planned on going back to Asgard tonight. I am afraid I will have to leave you once again, little one," Loki sighed. He snapped his fingers and a tray table appeared at the edge of your bed with a box of pizza and a bottle of wine on top of it. "There, take care of yourself. I will be back tomorrow."

You tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the thought of Loki leaving again. For some reason, you thought he might stay, maybe eat a bit, and then perhaps you'd be able to spend the night in his arms. He had made you feel so good, so safe, so seen as he held you in the shower and listened to your cries. And when you looked at him now, your heart ached at the thought of saying goodbye to him.

"Okay," you uttered softly. "I'll...I'll see you tomorrow, then."

Loki placed his hand on your cheek once again and he parted his lips, but closed them quickly. He nodded and looked out the window. The feeling of his hand disappeared from your cheek and he was suddenly gone.

*

Loki did not go to Asgard. Instead, he stood outside your apartment building with a look of death on his face.

He should not be as angry as he was.

It was like a fire had lit inside of him that was fueled by malicious intent. It brewed within him when he first saw you come home and it only ignited further when you confessed what happened. He had seen the fear on your face when you looked at him after telling him about your day and he had to rein in the anger in his features. He didn't want you thinking he was mad at you.

No, he was mad at your bastard of a boss. The man had humiliated you and made you cry. Loki had never seen you so distraught and upset. When Loki had held you in the shower, he made a vow to hurt whoever did this to you, whoever made you feel this way. He could not stand to see you in so much pain.

But why? Why was this affecting him so badly? Why were you affecting him so deeply?

Loki obviously cared about you. If he didn't, he would have played with you on that first night and left without a trace. That was his plan all along but you simply fascinated him. Now, that fascination was growing. His days, his nights, and all of his plans revolved around you. And now, you were inspiring violence in him.

Loki's next destination was one that had been quickly decided after you told him how terrible your day was.

That bastard is probably sitting in his office all smug now. He always stays late on Thursdays for payroll and he's probably just snickering and thinking about me sobbing in his office...

He didn't want to leave you when you were so shaken but he would not be able to rest easy knowing that he could have done something but didn't. He wanted to comfort you but he also wanted to make this right. With that in mind, Loki stormed down to your office building, seething with rage. Your boss, whoever he was, would not get away with hurting you. It was Loki's job to protect you and if that protection meant coming in the form of harassing your boss, so be it.

It wasn't like Loki didn't enjoy a bit of maiming every now and then.

Besides, your boss would be lucky. Loki would probably go easy on him because he was in such a good mood from having his cock stuffed inside of you. You had cum so beautifully all over him, your face contorted in pleasure and your cunt gripping his cock so tightly that Loki was sure he would have gotten stuck inside of you.

Not that he wouldn't enjoy that either.

When Loki reached the outside of your office building, he transformed his polo and trousers into the same suit he wore when he followed you to work and transported himself inside. He landed at your desk and noticed that all of the other desks in the room were empty. Well, at least it'd be easy to find your boss.

Loki crept through the building, keeping his footsteps light and only slightly menacing to the dust gathering on the ground, while he looked into the windows of the emptied offices. As he rounded the corner of a long hallway, Loki paused, eyeing the office at the end of the corridor.

It was the one that he had sat in yesterday and it was the only one with the lights on.

Loki fixed his tie, rolled his shoulders, and transported himself into the office silently. There was a man hunched over the large mahogany desk. He was scribbling something down and he was humming a song that Loki did not recognize. But Loki did recognize the man himself. He was the one who had been yelling at you after you reheated Michael's lunch the day prior. Immediately, Loki had to stop himself from throwing a dagger into the man's wrinkled neck. Instead, Loki waited patiently with a smile on his face.

Travis Richards stiffened a bit. His shoulders tensed and the hums faded from his lips. He looked up slowly and screamed upon viewing his intruder. Loki tilted his head to the side and waited for the man to stop screaming. Travis reached for the phone on his desk but Loki waved his hand and made the device disappear.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?" he hissed, scrambling out of his chair and backing up against the wall.

"That does not matter," Loki said, walking over to the desk. He felt Travis' eyes on him as he picked up the paper from his desk. Loki's eyes scanned down the page as he tapped his expensive shoe on the floor. It seemed that this was the payroll sheet that you had been referring to. "You are a bad man, Travis Richards."

"H-How do you know my name?" Travis asked. Loki lifted his eyes from the page and sighed. He picked up the name plaque on Mr. Richards' desk and tossed it at the man. Loki went back to reading the page as Travis clutched the plaque to his chest. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to know why you are such a wretched human, Travis," Loki said jovially, pausing his exploration of the paper to smile up at Travis. "You have been mistreating one of your employees."

"So you're from Human Relations? Well, that's bullcrap. I don't mistreat any of my workers!" Travis hissed, spitting like a sick feral cat.

"Human Relations," Loki snorted and rolled his eyes. "Do I look like I'm from Human fucking Relations, Travis?"

"Well, you won't tell me who you are. How am I supposed to know?" Travis snarled.

Loki glared at Travis, nostrils flared and head held high. He grinned then, a smile that challenged Travis to keep asking him questions. Loki let his green magic swarm around him and change his suit into his Asgardian armor, complete with his billowing green cape and golden helm.

"I am Loki of Asgard and you have really pissed me off."

"Loki!" Travis scrambled around the desk and fell to his knees before Loki. He bowed forward and pressed sloppy kisses to Loki's shoes. Loki pulled his foot away from Travis and shook his head.

"You do not deserve to kiss my boot," Loki said. He grabbed the back of Travis' neck and pulled his face up. Loki shoved the paper in Travis' face and pointed to your name. "Tell me why you have been abusing this employee."

"M-My Prince, I do know what you mean! I have never -"

"Silence!" Loki hissed, drawing his dagger and pointing it at the bulb of Travis' neck. Loki watched as Travis swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing and barely scraping the tip of Loki's knife. The god laughed darkly. "I have no issue with impaling you upon my blade. Answer the question."

"Loki, my gracious god, if you would just listen! I would -"

Loki slapped the back of his hand across Travis' face. The old man stumbled over and caught himself on the palms of his hands. He looked up at Loki in terror as the god grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him forward.

"I am tired of your lies. You will explain why you have shamed this woman for showing up late one time, for asking for a fucking vacation, and for bearing bruises of intimacy," Loki hissed, his breath curling around Travis' face. "How dare you? You are nothing but scum under my boot."

Loki dropped the man's collar and tossed the paper onto the desk. He brushed his hands off and stood up straight, back completely erect as Travis posed on his hands and knees at his feet.

"My Prince, I run a tight company here. Every employee is treated the same. Late employees are reprimanded and one cannot ask for a vacation when they are in trouble!" Travis tried to explain with a red face. "And as far as those hickeys goes...that's unprofessional. You must understand that for someone to show up to work covered in them just emphasizes that they're not fit for work. A slut can't represent the company."

"Slut?!" Loki roared. He grabbed Travis and threw him against the wall, pinning him up with one hand. His other hand held the edge of the dagger against his throat. "How dare you call her a slut?! Those hickeys you speak of are from me - they're my marks! You will not bear insult upon them or her!"

"My Lord, I did not know!" Travis squirmed, his legs flailing. Loki dropped his dagger and wrapped his entire hand around Travis' throat. The man gasped and clawed at Loki's hand, but Loki just laughed maniacally.

"She is mine and you will not disrespect her ever again," Loki growled. "You're lucky I don't kill you."

"Please...no..." Travis begged.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you live," Loki demanded, his thumb pressing down on Travis' windpipe.

"Prince Loki..." he wheezed

"One reason, Travis. That is all I need," Loki cooed gently.

"B-Because I'll be nice to her!" Travis said, his face nearly purple from the lack of oxygen. Loki clicked his tongue and shook his head, summing his dagger again. He pressed it to Travis' chest and sighed.

"Not good enough."

"Wait!" Travis shouted as Loki's blade nicked his skin. Loki looked up from where his blade met Travis' chest up to the man's face. Loki loosened his grip on Travis' neck and allowed him to catch his breath quickly. "She wanted a vacation! I'll...I'll give it to her. Paid! Paid vacation! If you kill me, it'll take weeks to find a replacement, then she won't get her time off for months!"

Loki felt that Travis wasn't lying. A replacement would be hard to find and it would simply make the process of vacation time harder. Loki pursed his lips and tapped his dagger against Travis' chest, contemplating his decision.

"Yes, give her the full vacation time. Do not contact her while she is away. I expect her pay to be full and when she returns, you will not dare look in her direction. You are not worthy of her. You better remember my mercy, worm." Loki dropped Travis to the ground. He grasped his throat with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Loki's leg.

"Thank you, Prince Loki!" Travis sobbed, rubbing his snotty face along Loki's shins. "Yes, I will do all of this! Thank you!"

"I'm not done," Loki said, kicking Travis away from him. He landed on his ass with his back pressed to the wall. Loki crouched in front of Travis and took his hand in his. A green glow binded their hands together as Loki stared into your boss' weak, gray eyes. "Hear me loud and hear me clear, you will do nothing to ever hurt her feelings ever again. She will never shed another tear thanks to you because you will never give her a reason to do so. You will respect her, cherish her presence, and be kind to her above all else. You will follow these agreed upon terms or else."

"Or else what?" Travis asked nervously. The green mist between their hands brightened and got thicker. Loki's eyes glowed a distinct emerald green, matching the gem nestled in the pendant around your neck, as the office filled with the mist he was projecting.

"If you do anything to break these terms, I will know. Should she ever feel disrespected, degraded, or hurt by you again, I will return. I will find you. And I will kill you so brutally, so painfully, you will wish you were never born," Loki commanded. "Should you speak of my presence or inform her or anyone else of what occurred here on this night, you will drop dead before you can finish your sentence. This spell has been cast and cannot be broken."

As Loki uttered his words, his eyes flashed brightly and the mist exploded through the room. It shot directly into Travis' chest, impaling him and settling around his heart. Loki chuckled as the office returned back to its normal dark, sophisticated state.

"Are we clear?" Loki asked, cupping Travis' cheek with his hand. Travis shrank back from Loki's touch but nodded quickly. Loki patted his cheek and stood. "Good. It was nice meeting you, Travis."

And as Loki disappeared after a smirk and a wink, Mr. Richards crumpled into a heap on the floor and pissed himself.

Notes:

Violent Loki is hot I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. What do you think is going to happen now that Loki scared the shit - or, rather pee - out of Mr. Richards?

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