Prices to be Paid
His gaze shifted from the fire to the door, anxiously he crossed his legs, Loki looked over his shoulder and down to the other bedroom in his imprisonment tower. He was summoned to be meeting with Odin today in the throne room. It had been three months since his last summoning and that was when his father had told him that he was to be imprisoned for eternity. Loki looked back at the extra bedroom; maybe he would be able to spend time with Thor. Even though Thor was chosen to be king, he was probably the only god who still loved him.
There were voices outside the door and the sound of bolts and locks being shifted resonated throughout the stony living area. A guard clad in the royal garb stepped cautiously into Loki’s living quarters. Looking up at the God of Mischief the guard merely growled at him, “You remember the drill.” Loki nodded as he held his wrists out in front of him. Shackles were placed on them because according to Odin and the rest of Asgard, Loki was a threat to all, even in captivity.
Loki smirked at the thought of wreaking havoc and striking terror into people’s hearts. It was all fun and games to him. Life isn’t worth living without raising a little bit of hell. The guard shoved Loki forward, “Let’s go. Odin will have my head if I bring you down late.”
When Loki walked into the throne room his father sat in between his mother and Thor. Thor gave Loki the slightest head nod as if to tell him everything is okay. “Loki, my son,” Odin stood up his blue eye piercing into Loki’s. “I have a small surprise for you my son, a companion.”
Loki smirked, “Oh father, did you get me a puppy?”
Another guard strode in, “He got you something even better.” Being dragged by the arm was a girl. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties and looked severely beaten. Her dark brown hair was matted and fell over her face covering her expression of misery.
“What’s this,” asked Loki.
Odin smiled, “She is to be your mistress.”
Loki mouthed the word and smiled a bit.
“I thought you would like her. Her name is Rebecca. She would have been presented to you earlier but we had some…discipline issues.” Odin paused and glared at the girl who didn’t raise her head. “She is going to be bathed and brought to you in the hour.” He nodded towards the guard standing next to her and that’s when Loki noticed she was shackled also. “Rikes,” the guard became attentive, “Take her to the bathing chambers and get her cleaned up.” A slow smile crept over Rikes face, “Yessir.”
The girl’s head snapped up and her gray eyes focused on Odin, “Hell. No.”
Odin looked appalled, “I’m sorry, what?”
“No! I’m not being washed by this perv!” Rebecca threw her elbow into Rikes’ stomach. “I can clean myself.”
“What did we teach you about manners, human?”
“Manners? You’re going to lecture me on manners? This is coming from the man who steals a baby ice giant, raises him to become a king, and then crushes his dreams!”
“HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!”
“How dare you kidnap me! You want to talk manners? Let’s discuss how proper it is to kidnap a jogger during her daily run and forcing her to become a sex slave! Some great manners you have there, Odin, let me tell you, I hope one day I’ll have manners like you!”
Odin glared at Rebecca, “Take her back to the dungeons, Rikes, she clearly still doesn’t know her manners.” As the girl was pushed out of the throne room, Loki spotted a soft smirk on her face, realizing that she was happy she struck a soft spot. Turning around to Loki, Odin smiled kindly at him, “She’ll be presented to you before dinner, my son, for now you may go back to your chambers.”
“Father, I was hoping to speak to Thor-“
“Back to your chambers.”
Loki looked at his brother who looked at him sympathetically.
As promised, the mistress was delivered to Loki’s chambers before dinner. When she arrived there was quite a commotion outside the door as it was unlocked. Loki stood up to greet his companion at the door when it suddenly flung open as she was shoved inside. Rebecca’s body crashed into the wall across from the door and crumpled to the floor. Rikes, the guard from earlier, stomped in and looked over her. His face was flushed with anger and his nose was gushing blood, “How dare you try to disobey me,” he shouted. Rikes lifted his foot and went to kick her in her side; however Loki stepped in front of him, hindering the attack.
“Calm down Rikes,” Loki placed his hand on Rikes’ chest.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! She struck me!”
Loki peered behind him at the girl still on the floor. “I’ll take care of her.”
Rikes just glared.
Pushing him out the door, Loki promised to punish his new mistress. As soon as the door closed, Loki knelt beside Rebecca. “Rebecca, are you okay?”
She rolled onto her back and squinted up at Loki, her left eye was becoming swollen and her lip was bleeding. She gave the god a small smirk, “Just because you got rid of that asshole doesn’t meant that I’ll screw you.” Rebecca grabbed Loki’s hand as he helped her to her feet. She was wearing a silver dress that had a very deep plunging v-neck and a slit from her right hip down to the ground. Loki’s eyes traveled over every curve of her body. “Yeah I ask for a pair of jeans and they give me this. Be happy you get to wear pants because there is a very chilly draft in here.”
“Then maybe you should come lie with me for a while,” Loki tried to move in closer to her but she side stepped him.
“Ha-ha, smooth move, slick, very smooth; however I need the bathroom.”
Loki sighed, “First door on the left and your room is at the end of the hall.”
Rebecca winked as she walked off towards the bathroom. Once she disappeared, Loki sat down on his velvet green chair. He took in his plush surroundings, the black velvet couch, the golden rug, and the blazing fire. This was his home now, and hers. He closed his eyes and pleasantly thought of Rebecca in her dress, and a thought occurred to him. She looked like a goddess and he looked rather human dressed in a black sweater and black pants. He was dismayed when he was stripped of his entire royal garb and now he felt even more naked. Naked. What he would do to be naked with that human.
“Alright, lover-boy, stop having dirty thoughts and open your eyes.”
Loki opened his eyes shocked. He glared at the girl who sat on the sofa across from him. He was surprised to see how healed she looked, the swelling on her lip had went down and her eye wasn’t as swollen either. “Who said anything about me having enticing thoughts about you, human?”
Rebecca giggled. Giggled, it appalled Loki. “Nobody had to say anything,” she glanced down and back towards his face. Then it dawned on Loki that in his imagining his body had a…reaction. Grabbing the nearest pillow, Loki went to place it over his erection, but he stopped himself. Instead he smiled up at the amused girl, “Does this intimidate you?”
The girl started to laugh. In between her gasping breaths she managed to say, “Hardly,” before she collapsed onto the couch and continued laughing. Loki could feel the anger turning his face red. He tried to say something but couldn’t think of anything.