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Startled, (y/n) dropped the camera.

“No fuckin’ way!”

But, that wasn’t the end of it.

Even though the camera was on the floor, the recording kept playing. And, she could hear herself getting louder and louder as she moaned, cried, whimpered, and screamed Loki’s name at the top of her lungs.

Quickly, (y/n) grabbed it off the floor and watched the video in horror and wonder. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” she repeated over and over, refusing to believe what she was watching and hearing. “Th-this is wrong, so fucking wrong.”

But, there it was recorded on the camera.

She was alone in her bed, making sex noises like she was banging the God of Mischief himself.

But, she couldn’t remember it.

Yet, it all made sense as to why everyone was concerned about her and acting slightly awkward and worried around her.

“This has got to stop, now.” She growled angrily as she slammed the camera closed and turned it off. She couldn’t bear to watch the rest of the recording.

(Y/n) didn’t waste any time getting dressed, putting shoes on, or making sure her hair wasn’t a mess. She just threw the camera on her bed and stormed out of her room.

Stealthy, she quickly slipped down the hallway on quiet feet, sneaking past other agents in the hallways, making sure they didn’t see her. She did this partly because she was sure they had heard her when she was dreaming and was embarrassed about it. Yet, on the other hand, she was pretty sure what she was going to do was not going to help her image around S.H.E.I.L.D., that is, visiting Loki at something in the morning after having her little dream escapade.

So, she stayed in the shadows, and kept herself out of sight until she got to where Loki was being held.

Just before her hand reached the print scan that would open the door, she hesitated.

What am I even going to say to him?

She paused, her hand an inch away from opening the door.

Fuck it, I’m not going to say, I’m going to tell him to fuck off.

Feeling confident, she pressed her hand against the scanner, which beeped and accepted her before the door opened, and then she entered the chamber.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She growled angrily as she stomped over to the glass cell.

Loki stood there with his hands behind his back. It appeared he had been waiting for her. “________,” he greeted her, his voice smooth and deep. He smiled at her, “So nice of you to finally come visit me.”

“Shut up,” (Y/n) snapped. “Why are you fucking with my head?”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

She scoffed. “Don’t play with me. What the hell do you want with me? I’m not your toy Loki!” She was already frustrated with him.

Loki smiled at the word ‘toy.’ “Oh ______,” he stepped forward toward the glass wall. “Whatever are you talking about?”

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) reminded herself that she was dealing with the God of Mischief was most likely not going to get a straight answer from him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about Loki, my dreams.” She stuck with being blunt.

“Dreams?” Loki cocked his head to the side as he studied her face with confusion.

“Yes.”

“From what I am inferring from your hostile stance, I take it these dreams are unpleasant?”

“No-yes.”

Loki raised his eyebrows at her answer. But didn’t comment as she mentally chastised herself. “And I am to be held accountable for these dreams?”

“Well you’re the one causing them!” She snapped at him in anger.

Loki furrowed his brow, “Am I?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me Agent (y/ln), what am I doing in these dreams of yours that I must be apologizing for?”

“You know exactly what,” She glared at him. “You were all-,” she paused as she examined his face.
Her agent senses weren’t tingling.

Her lips parted as her eyes widened.

The corners of Loki’s lips turned up in to a sly smile.

Oh shit.

“I was… what, ________?” Loki urged her to go on.

(Y/n) blinked at him, “Um….”

Um? … Um?!

Loki’s predatory gaze fell upon her. “Was I hurting you in some way in these dreams?” Loki’s voice was soft and deep as he spoke. “Were these dreams of fear?” He questioned and narrowed his gaze upon her (s/c) face as he studied her.

She tried to answer him, “N-”

“No,” Loki cut her off. A look of revelation spread across his face along with a smile. “Or were they dreams of pleasure, ________?”

“Shut up.” Her voice was weak. There was no strength behind it. She was caught off guard and didn’t know what to do or say in this circumstance.

Loki was standing directly in front of her. There was nothing but glass between them. He smiled down at her.

Finally after a moment of tense silence, she managed to look away from him.

Loki chuckled at her actions.

And she couldn’t help but shoot a hateful glare at him.

“Oh do not act so offended. Is it not natural for midgardian women to be so curious? Why should you not be?”

“You’re the enemy.” She snapped at him.

“Irrelevant,” Loki shot it down.

In the next few silent seconds, the two just stared at each other.

“Go back to your chambers _________,” Loki finally broke the silence and glanced towards the door.

“Why so I can go back to sleep and let you invade me mind again?”

“Oh I thought you were smarter than that,” he smirked and looked down at her. His green eyes gleamed with mischief. “Now, good night ________.”

Hesitantly she looked towards the door and then back at Loki before slowly moving away from the cage. She was unsure of yourself – embarrassed. If he hadn’t been controlling her dreams then who was?

It had to be him… right?

She snuck back past agents and slipped back in to her dark room. And once she closed the door behind her some kind of anxiety began to churn her insides. Taking deep breaths she locked her door.

The video camera was still on her bed where she had tossed it. Lazily, she took it off the bed and turned it on. Immediately, the video started back up again. And immediately, she stopped the play back and set the camera back down on her desk and slipped back in to bed.

She closed her eyes and placed a hand on her forehead.

What the hell is going on?

Every single time she saw him… it all felt so real. How could he not be controlling it all? It couldn’t be-

(Y/n) jumped as she heard the video start up again. Her loud moaning filled the silence of the dark room. She sat up with wide eyes and looked over at her desk, only to find a familiar figure leaning against it with the camera in hand, watching it attentively and with great interest.

“Loki,” she gasped.

How the hell did he get out of his cage?!

“This is what you are so upset about,” Loki smiled before stopping the video and setting the camera back on the desk, its little red light shone through the darkness of the room.

“H-How the hell are you here?” She sounded more pissed off than curious. She couldn’t have fallen asleep that quickly, she had just got back to her room.

“Magic,” he quickly answered her. “Oh, and do not worry, I am still very much imprisoned in that cage.” Loki assured her as he glanced over her room.

“Then-?”

He took a few steps towards your bed.

“Then this must be a dream.” (Y/n) tried to rationalize it. He must be messing with my head again… right? “Right?” She said quietly to herself. “How do I know this isn’t a dream?” (Y/n) mumbled, trying to figure it out.

“You don’t,” he said as a matter of fact.

“Loki, you should leave.”

“Why, are you frightened?” He asked, stepping closer to her bedside.

She didn’t answer.

For some reason he took her silence as an invitation to sit down on the edge of her bed.

“Loki,” she said his name with warning.

“Your dreams are so vivid,” Loki ignored her wary looks as he reached out a hand and gently touched the bare skin of her thigh. “I wonder though, is the experience as satisfying as the real thing.”

She slapped his hand away.

He laughed quietly and smiled. “Oh _________ please, you accuse me of imaginative acts and demand my apology and yet from the sounds and the looks of it, you enjoyed it.”

The sound her hand made as it collide with his face was followed quickly by silence, and then by her scream.

He grabbed her upper arms and pinned her against the bed. His grip was hard and harsh and his fingertips dug in to her soft skin. “It does not make sense does it? I could understand if I harmed you, but you want an apology because you enjoyed every moment I pleasured you? Well, that does not seem logical.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, telling herself it was just a bad dream. It had to be. He wasn’t really there.

“Is this a dream _________?” He asked, as if he read her mind. “Is it?”

She could feel one of his hands run up her arm and over her chest, following the slope of her breast.

“Does this feel like a dream?” Loki cupped her breast and gently squeezed. “Can you feel me _________?” His grip on her tightened.

“Y-yes,” (Y/n) sputtered, “Loki… stop.”

He paused. “Why?” He asked her quietly. “Why is this time different than any other? You would have me before.”

“You’re hurting me,” she hissed at him through clenched teeth.

Loki released her. “Then perhaps… I should be gentler.” He leaned down. His lips ghosted over hers before taking hold with a soft kiss.

(Y/n) felt her eyes go wide as her whole body tensed in surprise.

If Loki could feel how rigid she was he gave no sign of it. He continued to kiss her, moving his mouth across her jawline and down her neck to nip and suck at her sensitive skin.

She gulped.

What was she doing?

He’s the bad guy!

Sure, she may have been dreaming about him but…. Her train of thought came to a sudden halt as she began to realize that she couldn’t exactly control her dreams. She couldn’t be held accountable for them. People may have been worried about her but it’s not like Fury could lock her up just for something she dreamed.

Loki’s mouth moved lower, gently exploring along her collarbone.

(Y/n) closed her eyes as his deft hand began to grope her breast. As he bit her neck, she gasped and grabbed his shoulders digging her fingertips in to the leather of his clothing.

But then the leather under her fingertips was gone, left with only skin to clutch. And no longer was the material of her sleep wear brushing against her skin. There was nothing between him and her.

A whimper left her lips as Loki’s deft fingers rolled her nipple between their tips. She gasped as he suddenly sat up forcing her to straddle his lap.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and she wove her fingers in to his thick raven black hair. Suddenly, it was like someone had flipped a switch. And now, her primal instincts were awake and starving.

Loki’s hands gently traced her curves. The god’s curious hands palmed the sides of her breasts, before cupping them and groping, earning a soft gasp from her lush blood filled lips.

She couldn’t help but rub against him, as Loki began to explore her breasts with his mouth.
He nipped and licked and sucked on her sensitive nipples. His hands wandered to her hips and pushed her firmly against him allowing her to feel his growing hardness.

She moaned softly. Her already excited body became ecstatic when she felt him grow harder. “Loki,” she moaned.

Loki laid a trail of kisses from her breasts up her neck and to her lips. Before she could even register what he was doing, Loki wrapped his arms around her, picked her up and turned around, laying her back on the bed. His mouth continued to explore her bare chest before they travelled down her body. The god greeted her bare inner thighs with kisses and soft bites. And slowly, he moved his lips from her right inner thigh to between her legs, and licked her, running his tongue across her wet folds.

(Y/n) gasped when he found her sweet spot, causing Loki to smile before he softly nipped at it, then rubbed his tongue against it roughly The immediate surge of pleasure forced a loud moan to escape past her lush lips.

Her moan only encouraged Loki to continue. He flicked his tongue quickly against her sensitive clit over and over until she was panting and gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Her moaning grew louder as Loki went harder and faster.

She was almost there.

“Stop,” she abruptly shouted at him and sat up.

Loki stopped and looked up at her flush face in slight confusion.

“Please,” she said as she tried to catch her breath. “I want you inside me… now.”

The god smirked. A look of intense satisfaction gleamed in his dark eyes.

Before (Y/n) knew it, she was on her back pinned to the bed with Loki on top of her and positioned between her legs. Slowly, he kissed up her stomach, and kissed up her chest, and up her neck, making his way slowly to her mouth as he slid his naked body against hers, taking his sweet time teasing her.

The frustration was building and she almost screamed at him to hurry up. But, before her lips could even part to yell at him, Loki was pushing himself inside her.

“Oh God!” She whimpered and gripped Loki’s muscular back hard, digging her finger nails in to his skin as she felt every single inch of him force itself deep inside her.

Loki paused a moment, taking time to let her adjust to his size as he tenderly kissed and nipped at her neck.

(Y/n) couldn’t help the small noises that left her lips as she laid there, completely overwhelmed in that moment as she felt him throbbing full of want against her tight walls.

But the stillness didn’t last.

Involuntarily, she yelped and dug her nails in to his back again as Loki thrusted. “O-oh my God!” She whimpered and started to squirm beneath him, unsure if she could take all of him.

But, Loki insisted. He gripped her hips with his strong hands and held her in place, taking care to raise her pelvis off the bed so he could drive himself deeper inside her.

Her whole body tensed as the carnal pleasure started to build higher and higher, quicker than she had anticipated. She arched her back, panted, moaned, and whimpered. She begged for him to slow down. But, Loki ignored her pleas, and silenced her by snatching her lips up with his and kissing her deeply. Their tongues entwined lustfully, resulting in her silence - which pleased Loki. He didn’t want to slow down. He knew what they both wanted. And, it felt too good to even dare and stop what was happening.

Every muscle in her body was tense, and yet, she couldn’t stop squirming.

She was almost there.

She was right on the edge, uncontrollably moaning in his mouth.

Loki could feel her throbbing and tightening around him, and could only respond by moving faster and harder, slamming himself in to her with such force it caused her to cry out and bite his neck to keep herself from screaming. Loki continued to drive her further toward her climax. He was almost there himself, but he held back as long as he could.

But, (y/n) was stubborn, keeping herself from falling over the edge and just letting herself be consumed by pleasure. Desperately, and stubbornly as well, Loki pushed himself to thrust faster as he kissed her heaving breast and teasingly flicked his tongue against her hard sensitive nipples.

Her will was stronger.

But his was stronger.

With a scream, she sunk her nails in to Loki’s shoulders, drawing blood as she cried out to the night.

Only then did Loki allow himself to give in, and groaned softly as he shuttered and came inside her.

Panting, (Y/n)’s chest rose and fell fast as she tried to catch her breath. Her whole body was tingling, and her thighs were quivering.

Loki was still inside her, throbbing and dripping as he caught his breath and rested. It took him a full minute to recover before he finally released her hips from his custody and allowed (y/n) to sink back on to the bed.

But, her shaking legs stayed loosely wrapped around him.

Upon seeing this, Loki smiled and chuckled softly as he gently unwound her legs from around him and slid out of her. Tenderly, he kissed the inside of her quivering left thigh that was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Loki,” (y/n) said his name softly. “Loki,” she smiled and looked down at him when Loki gave no sign of slowing down whatever he was up to south of her. “Loki,” she said more stern.

The tone of her voice finally caught his attention. Slowly, he slid up her body. His skin grazing hers as he lifted himself to her eye level.

Then, she stared at him. She opened her mouth to speak but all she could do was stare. There was one thing plaguing her mind, one question, and she wanted the answer to it.

“Loki, is this-was this-”

“Sleep,” he purred as he tenderly kissed her ear.

She could feel the vibrations from the deepness of his voice as they were pressed chest to chest.

Like a spell, his hypnotizing voice lulled her exhausted body to sleep.

And when she woke up, she woke slowly, opening her eyes and blinking them a few times before taking a deep breath in and snuggling back in bed.

Wait a minute!

Alarmed, she sat up in bed and scanned her sunlit room for any sign of life.

She was alone.

“Another fucking dream,” she growled angrily. Only this time, for some reason, she could remember it.

Sighing, (y/n) threw off her covers to go to the bathroom for a shower, only to discover she was naked.

Oh shit.

Her (e/c) eyes widened as they came across the lifelike hand print bruises on her hips, the constellations of hickeys on her inner thighs, and the dapples of small bruises on her breasts; and, then her eyes came across the remnants of what was drying on her inner thighs.

“No way,” she murmured and looked around the room again. “Loki?” She softly called his name, wondering if he’d magically appear.

But he wasn’t there.

The only response she got was the high pitched beeping on the video camera that was still sitting on her desk.

Its familiar red light was on.

Immediately, she rolled out of bed and scampered to the desk. The camera warned her of a low battery, but she ignored it. She hit stop on the recording and then rewound the video. Then she hit play.

And, there it was… evidence.

She thought as she watched the recording from her early morning romp with Loki. He was there. He had been there. (Y/n) panicked. Her initial thought was that she needed to burn this evidence. But she was frozen in place, staring at the small screen, watching the play back as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that… it was not a dream.

For a fleeting moment she allowed herself to think that if it had been a dream, what a sweet dream it would have been.