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She sat on her knees, still and calm. Nowhere was more peaceful, more serene, then here, at her Master's feet. He sat upon his golden throne, regal and powerful, and she was here, at his feet, and the world was right. Her head rested upon his lap, his fingers entwined in her hair. Affectionately petting her as though she were a beloved pet. Which, of course, she was.
In the days following his take over of Midgard, he had had many offer themselves to him in servitude. Some out of fear, some from the allure of power, some from the sting of force and coercion. But none of them had he given the position or the privilege that he had bestowed upon her. She was his Right Hand, his personal slave, and his pet. And she had never felt more secure or more content with her place in the world in all of her life.
She was dressed in elaborate gold chains, jewelry decorating her topless form and marking her as a slave of the highest standing. A flowing skirt of green hung off of her hips. She always wore gold and green now. They were his colours. They conveyed just who owned her and she was proud to wear them. She drew in a deep breath and breathed out a sigh of content. The world was all as it should be.
A door opened on the far side of the room and she stirred from where she had been dozing, looking up to see a figure walk across the threshold. He was tall, broad, and imposing in stature. He was clad in green overtop of metal armor covering his entire body. As he approached, King Loki moved to stand to greet the guest, and she hastened to do the same.
At his heels followed another man, far more diminutive in stature, dressed in an ill fitting grey suit. He looked decidedly slimy, and a lot meeker then the man he followed after.
As the larger gentleman reached the throne, both of them bent at the waist to bow in reverence to their King. Loki nodded and extended a hand towards him, and he bent his head over it, grasping it in hand and pressing it to the lips of his mask in the semblance of a kiss.
And then, at a pointed glance from the King in her direction, he grasped Anne's hand as well and repeated the ritual. It was meant as a means to keep the hierarchy well established: Anne was their superior in servitude to the King, and they were well aware of it. But not, as Anne noted the lingering look of contempt that danced in the mans eyes, necessarily happy about it. Were it not for his mask, she was certain that she would see a sneer upon his lips.
She was well aware what Loki's other associates and servants thought of her. She had heard the whispered words of gossip when they thought she was not around. Whore. Bed slave. Slut. These words did not bother her, nor did their opinion of her. As she gazed at the guests it was with a sense of satisfaction, for the only person who's opinion of her mattered was her Master's. And if her Master said that such descriptors were pleasing to him, then that was all that mattered.
"You summoned me, my Lord?"
The mans voice was a deep baritone as he spoke easily to the King. The smaller man who accompanied him observed quietly, but did not speak. Loki regarded them both with a smile, and sat himself again, gesturing to Anne to do the same. She sank to her knees and resumed her former position, resting her chin on his knee as she watched the men who had come to see him.
"Yes, and thank you for coming Victor. I suppose you are aware that I will be leaving Midgard soon to attend to matters in... other realms. " The men did not betray any reaction and simply waited for him to continue. "Now that Midgard is fully under my control, it is time to turn my attentions elsewhere for the time being. In my absence, I will of course need to appoint a Steward to rule in my stead."
Victor's masked face betrayed no emotion, though the man some paces behind looked up in surprise. "Of course, my Lord. Will you be placing the Lady Antoinette in that position?" His voice was aloof and controlled, though he couldn't keep the slightest hint of distaste from coming through. The King glanced down at the girl resting at his feet with a fond smile before looking back to the man before him. "While I have the utmost of confidence in her abilities..." His tone here was laced with warning. His subordinates opinions had not gone over his head, either. "I would prefer to keep her at my side. That is why I am naming you, Victor, as my Steward in my absence."
The man attempted to feign gracious surprise at that proclamation.
"My Lord... you honor me greatly." He bowed his head to show his gratitude, and a smirk played upon the gods lips. "Yes... I do. I hope, for your sake Doctor, that you do not forget it. Our departure will be in a weeks time... I expect you will be ready for the task by then?"
"Of course, my Lord." The man was all bow's and humble thanks, but there was an air of triumph in him that did not escape Anne's notice. She frowned as she watched the man simper and grovel. His eyes never returned to her, and she was glad for it.
"Good. You are dismissed." With a wave of his hand the man straightened and turned to leave, his associate following at his heels. As the men exited the room, Loki rose from his seat and extended a hand towards the girl still kneeling beside his throne. "Come, pet."
She took his hand with a smile and stood beside him, and he began walking through the room, in the opposite direction as the guests had exited. She followed dutifully, a pace behind at his side.
"Permission to speak freely, Master?" She inquired with an almost shy voice. She did not often request such liberties. He looked at her sideways with a curious tilt of his head before nodding. "Of course, pet." His voice was kind and affectionate, and she couldn't help but smile at the sound of it before her mind went to other matters.
"I don't trust him. Or any of his lot. He is going to betray you." She spoke matter of factly, presenting her thoughts guardedly and meekly, but with confidence. In reply she was met with the sound of her Master's laugher. A chuckle at first, and then peals of authentic mirth as he tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling for a moment as they walked.
"Smart girl..." He responded as he regarded her with a smile. "You are correct, of course. I would not trust that man as far as I could throw him. Or the rest of his crowd..." he chuckled as he recalled the timid seeming man who had accompanied Victor.
They walked out the room and down a corridor leading to the more private chambers. He smiled as he continued to speak to his pet. "I have no doubt that one day I will need to deal with him. But for now... would you rather I left you in charge? I have every confidence that I could place my trust in you my dear." He smirked as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye to see her crestfallen expression. She lagged behind for a few moments before hastening to his side again. "I... I would like to stay by your side, Master..." She murmured quietly. A broad grin replaced the smirk upon his face and he nodded again.
"That is my preference as well, pet. And so, here we are for the time being. But do not fret so.... when the day comes that Victor von Doom betrays me...." He smiled pleasantly as he opened a door before them with a wave of his hand. "I will make him wish he had never been born."
As they continued she paused, frowning in thought for a moment. The lingering silence between them stretched for some time before he broke it again, softly, though sternly.
"Are you bothered by my cruelty?" It was with an air of indifferent curiosity that he asked, glancing at her as though he did not care one way or the other. She turned her head to regard him sharply, giving a quick shake of the head. "No, Master."
A smile turned his lips as he watched her for a moment, as though trying to decide if he believed her. "You were, once..." he mused with a hint of a smirk.
She blushed and gulped at the mention of what had happened what seemed like centuries ago now, and felt shame at how displeased the incident had made him. But she could not feel shame for what she had done. She shook her head forcefully.
"The Avengers... are not the same." She managed to get out, staring at the ground. They came to a stop in front of his chamber doors, and he turned to face her fully. A finger under her chin jerked her face up to look him in the eyes.
"How so?" His tone was blank. Not angry, not patient. Just calm. She bit her lip for a moment before responding. "Von Doom and the rest of them... they just want power. They don't care about the people they hurt. They would stab their own mother in the back if it gained them something. The Avengers... The Avengers are trustworthy. I think they would make good allies for you, if they only could understand what you were trying to do. If they could be made to understand... I know they would aid you Master." She breathed a deep breath, searching his eyes for a response.
He smiled sadly and shook his head. "My dear.... They will never understand, they will never be brought around. Take your Doctor Banner, for instance. When he becomes angry, he turns into a beast of pure rage and destruction. There is no telling how many he has killed, or hurt, in the grips of the terrible monster inside of him. He is in desperate need of a disciplined hand to tame him, and yet despite this, he resists me at every attempt to break the beasts spirit. For his own good, I would control him, but he will not let me in. And do you think the rest of them are any different?" He paused here, moving his hand to rest on her shoulder.
She let out a breath, eyes lowering to the floor, her brows frowning stubbornly.
"I... I know they could be reasoned with... Master.." Her voice was small as she spoke, not wanting to anger him with her insistence. She needn't have worried, as he drew her closer to him with a smile.
"Perhaps you are right. I have kept them alive as a favour to you, pet. Perhaps you will be able to reach out to them, make them understand all I am trying to accomplish. But..."
He turned to wave the door open and swiftly stepped inside the room, pulling her in after him. As the door shut behind them she felt herself melt into his body as he drew her close.
"We have more pressing concerns to turn to at present. That will have to wait."
As he tilted her face up towards his and leaned in to catch her lips in a kiss she felt all the worries in her mind dissipate. A chain appeared in his hand, connecting to her collar and she felt a swell of elation as he tugged at it and lead her to the bed. Her mind slipped into the peaceful, dreamlike state where nothing mattered except pleasing him, and she reveled in the feeling. How desperately she craved his guidance and his touch.
As she was leashed to the bedpost she closed her eyes and felt him pull her over him to straddle his legs, and she was more then happy to oblige. Sex had been softer then usual of late. It had been a while since she had felt the bite of a crop or been restrained by ropes.
But whatever the physical act was, she was always in submission to his whims, and that was all that mattered. As she felt his lips upon her breasts she gasped and shivered in his arms, and the world had never felt so very at peace.