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The crowd was in a blind panic, and she was swept along with it. People on all sides of her, rushing, running, and shouting. But in the middle of that chaos, a voice rang out. It was proud, and so sure of itself, and it was raised to be heard. It would brook no argument.
"Kneel before me!"
Mass confusion, nobody took notice. Not untill the stakes were raised. The man from whom the throng was running to escape suddenly multiplied. They were corralled, penned, and suddenly his voice was not only commanding, but harsh.
"I SAID...KNEEL!"
Everyone as one knelt. Fear, confusion, and adrenalin coursed through everyones blood. And she was no exception. She looked at that man, at his face, and her heart sank into her stomach with dread, and she dropped to her knees. But she could not take her eyes off of him. And out of everyone in the crowd, his eyes locked with hers. It made her stomach flutter. He was speaking now, a carefully reheresed speech, addressing everyone, but as he moved through the crowd he was coming closer and closer to her.
She only caught bits and pieces of what he was saying, she was too preocuppied watching his face, so beautifully set against the gold headpiece.
"It is the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjegation."
There, he was in front of her now. He looked down upon her, and she could not help but look up at him, daring to meet his eyes. Suddenly he was speaking to her, not to the whole crowd, but just to her.
"You" he spoke, loudly enough to be heard by all and firmly enough that she wouldn't dare think of refusing him whatever he wanted.
"You I will make an example of, darling. I will show you and everyone here just how much you need my rule."
He was close enough to her now that she could have reached out and touched him. She could smell the leather, could feel his nearness like electricity. She felt his hand grasp her hair, close to the scalp. His grip was firm, but not punishing or painful. Forceful, but still oddly gentle.
It made her wet. She trembled in his grasp, unsure what was happening, why her body was responding so, but she felt an ache down between her legs and she found herself letting out a pitiful little sound. Was that.. a moan? He chuckled darkly his approval, and the sound was like silk in her ears. "You will service me like a good little whore, in front of everyone here. And everyone will come to understand, as will you, that I will claim your obedience."
His other hand was at his waist, undoing clasps and buckles and good god thats a sexy sound...
She woke with a start. A dream, it was only a dream....
As her panic subsided, she rolled over with a frustrated groan. Where had that come from?
Stuttgart.... That day had been an interesting one to say the least. She frowned as she tried to shake off the dream.
Loki... That had been the first time she had ever seen him, though it hadn't gone down... quite like that. She blushed as she recalled how enamoured she had been. Hot shame rushed to her cheeks as she had to admit to herself, at the time she had almost wished something like that had happened...
No! She shook her head to try to get the picture out of her mind. Loki was the enemy. And she was a dedicated SHIELD agent. It was a dream, and nothing more. She quickly left the bed to go to the shower, trying to give the strange dream no more thought.
As she padded across the room, her thoughts instead turned to a more recent encounter with the god of Mischief. The Avengers had been dealing with him for months now, since his escape from Asgard. It appeared he had wasted no time after being deprived of a Chitauri army to put together a new one. This time with the help of some shady allies they still hadn't been able to identify, he had weapons and soldiers at his command. Machinery and tech which impressed even Tony Stark, though he would never admit it to anyone.
The last battle with the deity had been only yesterday. Not that she was ever fighting with The Avengers, oh no. She wasn't a superhero. Her abilities aided SHIELD in different ways. She had been present at yesterdays battle, but not fighting. A little ways away, in a SHIELD facility, using her rather... unique abilities to bring down Loki's cyberneticly enhanced soldiers. Tech was her specialty: she could manipulate it at a distance, read and send signals in the air without a computer necessary. Who said you had to fight to be useful? Stark himself had been left gaping the day that she had approached SHIELD for a job interview; her resume consisted mostly of a practical demonstration that she could hack even the most secure of networks, in this case Stark Industries.
So when Loki attacked and she was on hand shutting down his weapons from a distance, he had been understandably frustrated.
She had been watching The Avengers fighting, and trying to help them out as best she could when suddenly the door crashed open. She turned swiftly and found herself face to face with a pissed off Norse god. He was breathing heavily, and his leather was torn in places. She smirked; she knew he had taken a few hits from The Hulk, and that didn't sound like a fun time to her.
"You are the source of this?" He asked between breaths, his teeth clenched. She watched him carefully. He was dangerous, and she didn't much like her chances of survival if an Avenger didn't sweep in soon.
"YOU are what is shutting down my machinery and playing havoc with my soldiers?" He repeated. She didn't answer. Every nerve in her body was tense and waiting. He was coming closer to her with slow, purposeful strides. While she was backed up against the SHIELD computers behind her, nowhere to run.
Suddenly he lunged at her and damn, he was fast. She only just managed to leap out of the way, instantly going into a fighting stance. She knew she had no hope against a mad Asgardian but dammit she wasn't going down without a fight. Her arms up defensively, she tried to inch away from him, get her back away from the wall. He was eyeing her like a predator, his own stance equally aggressive, but calmer. Like he had all the time in the world. It drove her crazy with anxiety and impatience. She lunged forward, trying to knock him off balance with a kick. It never landed. He moved out of the way with effortless ease, and for a few moments she was attacking, trying desperately to gain some ground while he glided around her like a dancer.
And then, she felt it. Her eyes locked with his, never leaving them for a moment, she never considered the possibility.... A kick from behind swept her legs out from under her.
Stupid stupid stupid! She knew he could create clones, and yet she had been so focused on him that she had completely been taken unawares.
The Loki behind her grasped her hair and yanked her head back. The one in front smiled broadly, a grim chuckle on his lips. He quickly closed the distance between them, and before she could try to move, his hand was over her face, gripping her firmly. A strange heating sensation permeated from his hand for an instant before.... blinding pain.
Her vision went blank, like a bright white light had covered her eyes. Everything was pain, so much that it consumed her mind, made her very identity slip from her. She couldn't tell if she screamed or not, as her mind ripped apart.
Then, as quickly as it happened, it was over. Loki was standing over her and she was desperately trying to put herself back together, a splitting headache lingering across her skull leaving her sputtering.
She grasped her forehead in agony and looked up at him in what she hoped was a glare, but in actuality was probably more a look of utter confusion. "What...what did you do to me?!" She demanded, her breath ragged. He only smirked, tilting his head to the side, the expression on his face nothing short of mocking.
"Fret not darling. I merely had a little peek inside your mind. A most...." and here he regarded her, with an almost curious pause. "Enlightening peek. The effects will wear off in a few moments."
He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, as though the topic had already bored him.
Then with a glance towards the door he smiled and bowed slightly, inclining his head towards her in the most condescending show of mock deference. "I will bid you farewell for now... but Ill be seeing you again soon, Antoinette." She shuddered at the menacing tone of his voice.
And just like that, he had disappeared. She blinked in confusion, but he had spoken true; her headache was dissipating with every passing second... it seemed he had not actually done her any lasting harm.
"ANNE!" Someone shouted. Others rushed into the room. About time guys. SHIELD agents were suddenly all over the place. "Are you alright?! Loki's men are retreating, we can't find him but we heard reports he was last here... did he hurt you?"
Oh he only did some kind of mind reading thingy on me, which may have compromised all of us...
The thought flashed through her head. A peek into her mind, he had said. What did that mean....?
"No he just... he knocked me out, bit of a headache, but I'm fine now."
Loki smiled as he blinked back into the compound that was serving currently as his lair.
That had gone even better then he could have hoped. He may have lost that battle, but oh, what he had learned.
He had only been attempting to discover what this rather talented Midgardian possessed of course. And on that front he had been more then satisfied... what a useful ability.
But he had also discovered a lot more from that peek into her mind. His grin spread until he was laughing openly.
Oh yes, it was much better then he could have hoped.
He continued to chuckle to himself as he began to weave the spell. It was a simple little spell, and judging by her own minds rather intriguing desires, he wouldn't have to make it overly complicated. A single command needed to be woven into it, and she herself would end up filling in the blanks.
As he finished, satisfied with his work, he sent it off with a flick of his wrist to find her. Now he could turn his attention to other aspects of his master plan, while the spell would carry out its purpose. The single command, consisting of three little words: Dream of Loki.