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He sat on his throne, filled with pride. His 'father' wasn't able to rule the kingdom any more, he fainted right in front of his eyes. But Loki didn't care. Odin was not his father, he was not the man who he pretended to be. Odin was scum in Loki's eyes.
Now the god of mischief sat on the throne himself, and no one was going to take it away from him, not even his brother. Thor was sent to Midgard to learn how to behave as a future king, which Loki knew, he would never be. He was the king now. The rightful king, someone, who knew how to rule.
He leaned back in his throne, his head resting on his fist, staring holes into the air. He had what he always wanted but he still felt like something was missing. He growled to himself, trying to figure out what his other desire was. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander through the heads of millions of people, living on Asgard and on Midgard. Suddenly, his eyelids flapped open again. He laughed quietly for himself, he had found what he was searching for. "Guards." He called, standing up from the throne and watched how three armed men hurried in. They bowed in front of their king, not raising until they were given permission to do so. "I am going to send you to Midgard. I want you to bring me someone, her name is Katie. Katie Clearwater."
Katie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Finally, she was able to break up with Devon, after weeks of fighting and arguing. Because of him, she lost her friends and almost lost her whole family. 'Damn him', she thought and shut off her Laptop, glancing at her watch. 7 pm. Why did the days have to be so long? She needed someone to talk to, to cuddle with, to have sex with. Another sigh left her lips and she brushed her long, brown, curly hair off her shoulders. She should go outside for a few minutes, she needed fresh air and a clear mind. She grabbed her jacket and her keys, nothing more, then she left her house.
The wind was cold, it burned her skin, so she pulled the jacket tighter around her body. The sun was gone already, so the moon lightened the city up. Devon messed her life up, his behavior was absolutely horrible. But because she simply had to fall in love with him, he forbid her to speak to her friends and family. That man was insane. She realized that way too late. But in that moment, she felt free, she was a free woman and could do what she wanted to do. Katie walked around the corner, completely lost in thoughts and staring at the ground. She didn't notice the three men who were standing there. The brunette bumped into them, suddenly awakening from her day dream. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..." That was the moment where she realized how weird they were looking. Every one of them wore a gold armor and had scars on their faces. She was so scared that she forgot to breathe for a few seconds. One of them started to laugh quietly, knowing that it was quite easy to capture this one.
Katie panicked and turned on her heels, starting to walk away from them. This men were scary, insane and so intimidating. As she saw that they were following her, she started to run. But nevertheless, they were faster and reached out for the young woman. She started to scream, as loud as she could before a huge hand covered her small mouth. A few moments later, darkness surrounded her and she fainted in one of the man's arms. She dropped her keys and the men called for Heimdall. Not a minute later and everything seemed like nothing happened.
Loki knew what was going on, a few of the servants were mumbling behind his back, always acting so innocent around him. A few days ago, he heard them talking about him, only his name, nothing more. They were planning something, he was sure about it. But he needed prove, prove, only one could give him. Laughing to himself, he wondered if he could use that little midgardian girl for more things than just spying and pleasing him.
Katie groaned in pain. Damn, her head! Why the hell was it hurting so damn much? What happened? The girl opened her brown eyes and looked around, trying to think, trying to recognize where she was. What was this? It was a room and a huge wall of... Glass... Served as a window. There was a table, a chair and the bed in which she was laying in. The walls were coloured in white, a white that hurt in the eye. She sat up and groaned again, her headache getting even worse. She glanced down at herself. Okay, she was still wearing the same things: jeans, a red t-shirt and her sneakers. Suddenly, a door was opened which she hadn't seen yet. A guard stepped in, it was one of those who had captured her! Quickly, she stood up and backed away, until her back hit the wall behind her. For a second, she saw black in front of her eyes and she almost fell over. God damn! Seriously? The guard stepped closer and grabbed her arm, "Don't fight me." He warned and put a pair of handcuffs around her wrists, closing them with a snap. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and stumbled forward as he pulled her with him, out of her... Room? Once he closed the door behind them, she finally saw that it wasn't just a room. It was a cell! Why... Why would anyone want to put her in a cell? She hadn't done anything wrong! "Where are you taking me?" She dared to ask him but she received no answer.
They walked for a few minutes and the light slowly got brighter and the gold became more. It was shining, everything was clear and in place. Her eyes widened when she finally knew what this was: a palace! Without even noticing, she stopped walking and admired the huge hall which was in front of her. The ceiling was at least 40 feet above her head and her mouth dropped open. Where was this? India? China? Where would anyone build a palace like this and take her there? What was the point of this? Her head was swimming and she swallowed hard, knowing that she was going to meet someone really rich, the one who wanted her there. The guard pulled at her chain again and lead her to the throne room, where the golden seat was in focus of everything. And someone sat on it. Fear filled her eyes. Oh dear...
Loki licked his lips and watched how the guard slowly pushed her towards the throne. Her curves were delicious, her brown hair absolutely lovely and her face was marked with her fear. Mortals were so pathetic, so weak and selfish. The only thing that was wrong with her was her clothing. A beautiful girl like her shouldn't wear something like this, she should be wearing a satin dress and jewels. Oh he was going to make her his doll, his plaything...
The brunette whimpered as she was pushed down on her knees in front of the throne. Her whole body was trembling, her muscles shaking and clenching in fear. 'God damn, Katie! Get your shit together!' She thought for herself and took a deep breath, staring at the shining floor. She was able to see herself in the reflection on the floor tiles. She was too scared, way too scared! "Leave us alone." The man on the throne commanded and the guard left quickly, closing the huge doors which lead into the hall. No, she didn't want to be alone with him. Swallowing, she started to gain strength and bravery again. 'I can do this... I can do this...'.
"Hello Katie. I'm happy that you are joining me for the next few weeks. I'm sorry, I must properly introduce myself." The man in the green and black clothes stood up, the staff he was holding in his hand made a loud noise. "My name is Loki Laufeyson of Asgard. I am the king. And you are my guest." He grinned at her which sent a shiver down her spine, just like the tone of his voice. Katie bit her lip and glanced up at him, hatred filling her eyes. Okay... This man really was taking drugs or something... "Answer me, how are you feeling?" She knew that he was enjoying himself, the amusement in his voice was so obvious to hear.
Hating herself already for that, she rose from her knees and stood up, glaring at him with fury in her brown eyes. Taking a deep breath, she spit in front of his feet and hissed, "Fuck you."
He kept his eyes on her, his lips slowly curling in a smile. Aw, he loved it when women were resisting, even though it was to no avail. "Sweetheart, you know it yourself that this was a mistake. But... You'll see that you have to have respect. Especially since I'm the king." He spoke in a clear tone with her, the slightest hint of anger was in it. Loki slowly stepped down, keeping watching her. He knew that she wanted to escape. "You will serve me, Katie, if you want it or not. I will give you everything you need, if you do what I want. Come." He smirked at her and put a hand on her back, leading her towards some stairs at the end of the hall. Totally in trance, she moved her legs and started to walk where he wanted her to be. Fuck, what was happening? Why did he choose her? No, no, no! This couldn't be happening, not to her! Widening her eyelids, she prepared herself to escape from this stranger and stiffened while walking. The next hall was smaller, it was more like a corridor which lead to a room. He slightly pushed her forward towards the door and stopped right in front of it. That was when she acted.
Lifting her leg, she hit him in the knee before running. And running. For her life. Her wrists were still bound by the handcuffs, forcing her to walk quite strange. She hurried down the stairs again, panting slightly. Oh hopefully he was slow and she could escape from the black haired man. Once she arrived downstairs, she glanced upwards to see if he was following her. He... Wasn't. Frowning, she shrugged and looked forward again and suddenly he was standing right in front of her. Katie let out a small scream and took a step back from him. How did he do that?! "What- how- I don't..." Loki smirked and reached out to tug her hair behind her ear. "I thought you were smarter Mrs Clearwater." Then, the hand which was so gentle first, suddenly grabbed her hair. "Ouch!" She hissed and held on his arm, trying to pull his arm away. But he was way too strong. He started to walk upstairs again, pulling her along by her brown curls. "Stop! Let go off me you bastard!" She yelled, wanting to hit him in the stomach but he was walking way too fast. Growling slightly, he kicked the door open and roughly threw her inside.
Katie whimpered when she landed on the ground, putting a hand on the spot where he had grabbed her hair. It god damn hurt! Loki walked up to her and lowered himself down his knees next to her, a hand was tangled in her hair again. "Stop... Please..." She begged silently, a tear running down her cheek. She didn't know why but she simply had to cry because she was fucking scared! "Listen very carefully, Katie." He pulled on her hair, forcing her to look up at him, "You are mine now and you will please me how I see fit. Your first priority is now to make me happy and right now, you fail in doing your job. In return, I am going to provide everything you need. Food, water, clothing and a place to sleep. If you fail doing your duty, I will stop giving you food for a few days. You will starve but not to death. Only when you are right before dying, I'll give you what you need. Do you really want that, Katie?"
Every word he spoke was clear and like a punch in the face. This was her life now. She closed her eyes and let the tears stream down her face before nodding slowly. "I don't want that. I promise I'll be good now. I'm sorry."
He knew she was right where he wanted her to be. Oh the next weeks were going to be fun.