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Rhapsody ‘n Ragnarok: Conclusion

. . . . You were trapped against a wall. . . .

. . . . . You were trapped against a bathroom wall, with a Norse God pretty much breathing down your neck, and a magically locked door separating you from the rest of society.

Oh yeah. . . You were undoubtedly screwed. . . . And you were royally pissed off.

Loki had gone too far, and you almost instantly threw caution to the wind as you looked up at the smug expression and twinkling blue-green eyes of your captor. In that moment you didn't care that the handsome bugger was burdened with glorious purpose. You didn't care about anything outside your own feelings because he was in your personal space, and he had most definitely overstayed his welcome.

"Get out," you spat quietly, breaking the silence and somehow managing to keep your temper- unlike moments before- despite the fact that you were still seeing red. "Whatever you have to say to me can wait. I will talk with you when I'm finished and not a moment before.

"Oh, and if you walked in here because you were confused, there's a Men's restroom next door with urinals and all sorts of fun stuff for guys." Here you smiled through gritted teeth. "I suggest you try there, cause you have absolutely no right to be in here."

To your absolute annoyance, Loki met your reprimand with what seemed to be a warm smile . . . bordering on . . . was that affection shining in his eyes? . . .

. . . . Uh oh!

"You have fire, mortal. I'll give you that," he admitted with obvious pleasure, making your traitorous stomach twist into more knots. But what he said next made the knots disappear altogether, immediately being replaced with embarrassment and anger.

"Indeed, you have me cowering in anticipation for your impressive wrath. . . But I was lead to believe I already had your undying favor,” Loki mocked lightly. “Last night as we swept across that lighted tavern floor- dancing as if we were celestial mates- you were putty in my arms, and now you try to push me away without so much as a by your leave! Does your opinion truly change so readily, and in such a whimsical manner?”

You couldn't help the blush that crept to your face, as you remembered dancing with the God of Mischief the night prior. And as you remembered the memories you had of the encounter you couldn't deny that you had been more than willing to let him lead you. . . He had been so gentle, and it seemed effortless on your part to just follow. But what did that say about you as a person? Were you a woman who would be handled? . . . A woman who would just follow without proper knowledge or observation? Would you give yourself to someone so completely that they could hurt you and tear you apart piece by piece?

Internally, you shook your head. No, you wouldn't be that woman. No matter how tempting it might seem to submit. . . You needed freedom and a man that could match you, not control you. And as the fire of this realization filled you up, you let your anger be unleashed on the smug God standing so close to you, relishing in the moment of figurative fire and brimstone. For he had asked for it just seconds ago.

“Yes," you crowed forcefully. "I change whenever I deem it necessary, as do most women! Welcome to the world of females, my friend!"

Not stopping to gauge his expression you continued, your voice surprisingly calm for the message you relayed.

“Here on earth we call female mood swings PMS- just in case you weren't aware- and when a woman is on PMS you run for cover. You don’t egg her on, corner her in a bathroom, or threaten her! Not a smart move, honey. Not smart at all, if you plan on keeping all your crown jewels intact.”

As your rant finished, Loki laughed and lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender. Then he surprised you by moving several paces away, granting you space for the first time since he had entered the restroom. You were finally free again and quickly moved away from the death-trap of a wall.

“There's your fire again," Loki commented with a wicked smile. "And who is it who threatens recklessly? Surely not I.”

You glared daggers at him. “What do you call trapping a girl against a wall? If that isn't a threat than I don’t know what is!”

Loki gave you a very fake look of contrition, but took yet another step backwards, leaving even more space between the two of you. Damn . . . his stride was huge!

“My apologies, (F/n) (L/n)." He offered with an inclination of his head in your direction. "I only strove to gain your ear so that I might discuss a matter of importance with your person. It was not my intent to frighten you."

From the way his eyes gleamed, you knew that he was lying about the last part, but you let him continue anyway. It was nice to hear, even if he didn't mean it.

"I shall utter unto you like a true gentleman from this point forward. I swear to you that you shall not hear another threat pass from my lips to address you.”

Both of you were silent for a long moment while you considered his 'vow'. You knew that you shouldn't trust a thing that Loki said to you- that it was most likely a trap- but somehow you believed his promise. He was talented enough in the arts of speech that he would be more than able to avoid a direct threat if he so chose. And you noted, that his promise to you had only stated one thing that he couldn't do. He was doing the smart thing, and leaving himself open for other options. And you felt strange emotions bubble within you at the realization.

It seemed that Loki was playing cat and mouse with you, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling in the slightest. But despite this, you decided that you would still play the game. It wasn't the way you usually did things- seeing as you lead a quiet life and usually followed the rules- but you found that you wanted to beat the God at his own game. If he wanted to get down and dirty with you, so be it! - Even mentally you cringed at the double meaning of your words, but quickly pushed it aside as you spoke.

"Fine," you said firmly. "We can talk, if you keep at least several feet between us and don't keep trying to intimidate me."

"I cannot guarantee your mind freedom from intimidation," Loki interjected with a smile. "Such a thing is beyond my power, for I do not control your reactions to me. But I can vow to stay where I am."

You sighed. This was the best you were going to get, so you took it.

"Alright" you agreed. "So spill. Why are you stalking me?"

Loki frowned, "Stalking you? No. We cannot begin this way."

You sighed heavily once more, and brought a hand to your temple. With all this newly gained stress, your headache had returned in painful accuracy, almost crippling you with the steady throbbing behind your eyes.

The fates had it out for you. There was no other rational explanation for having a day this absurd and full of crap. But you pressed forward.

"Then where should we begin," you asked as your head beat harder than a kettle-drum in a parade, making you wince. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Loki studied you for a moment before his eyebrow drew down at the corner.

"Are you injured?"

Apparently he had seen you wince. And you immediately waved him off.

"Just a headache. You were saying?"

Loki's eyes flashed to your forehead and then he was moving towards you again. You quickly took several steps to counter his.

"Hey! You promised not to move!"

Loki rolled his eyes. "And I shall keep my word, mortal. But I will not abide any distractions when I explain the current events."

You scoffed. "My headache is a distraction?"

The God was at your side faster than you had thought physically possible, and before you could complain or try to get away, he had placed the flat of his palm to your throbbing forehead.

"Precisely," he said quietly, before his hand began to glow green against where it pressed against your head. You cried out and tried to push him away, but he was an immovable force as his worked his magic. It only lasted for a moment, but by that time you were in full panic mode.

"What did you do!?" You yelled as he once more walked back to his side of the bathroom. "Why did you grab me!?"

"Calm yourself, Midgardian," he hushed with an easy wave of his hand, as he comfortably leaned against one of the walls near the sinks. "It was nothing harmful I assure you."

"I will not calm down!" You stated with wild eyes before repeating the question. "What did you do to me?"

Loki looked annoyed as he answered, "I healed you. And now I'm regretting ever doing so."

You paused. Had he really healed your headache? . . . You raised a wary forefinger to your temple and prodded it, waiting expectantly for more pain to shoot through your forehead. . . But it never came. . . There was still a memory of an ache, but it was no longer crippling. No longer hurting you . . .

You gave Loki a somewhat sheepish grin. "Uh, thanks. . ."

Loki nodded once, accepting the gratitude before his expression grew solemn. "Shall we proceed?"

You nodded the affirmative to the Trickster who stood opposite you. "Yes, no more interruptions. Tell me why."

Loki gazed at you with unreadable blue-green eyes before he began, his gaze never leaving your face as he spoke. . . This was both exciting and frightening all at once.

"Before I disclose my intentions, I must pose a question. What knowledge have you of what your race calls: Norse Mythology?"

"I know the basics," you answered, which was true. When you and Darcy had returned from the bar last night, the pushy woman had insisted that you learn some more about the God you had danced with. Several insane stories later, you knew a little bit about Loki, the Life Tree, Odin King of the Gods, and Loki's brother who had the hammer (for the life of you, you couldn't remember his name!)

Loki looked skeptical, but continued on despite his misgivings of your knowledge.

"As you have most likely heard, it was I who besieged your Midgardian City with the numbers of the Chitauri."

You nodded.

"Because of this, Thor took me back to Asgard to stand trial for my grievous deeds."

That was the guys' name! Mentally you screamed for joy. Thor! Of course! You'd heard Jane and Darcy both talk about him enough times! You should have known better! Then getting back on topic, you couldn't help but ask: "Who was your judge?"

"The All-Father," Loki sneered. "He was both judge and jury for my fate."

"The All-Father?"

"Odin!"

"Oh okay," you said with embarrassment at being clueless. "So . . . So what happened?"

Loki sighed. "Originally, Odin had decided to imprison me within the dungeons of Asgard to waste away for the remainder of my years. But with some well-placed flattery and bartering on Thor's part, my sentence was altered."

"To what?"

Here Loki's mouth drew up in distaste, almost as if he had eaten something rotten.

"I am being forced to stay on the Midgard," he clarified with a nasty expression and deadly gleam shining in his eyes. "I have been cast out from the other realms, until such a time as I have proven myself worthy of redemption."

You knew that your face was slack, but your brain was too preoccupied to care. So Loki was trapped here. . . That explained some of your current situation. . . But not all of it. . .

In the back of your mind, you seemed to recall that when Jane and Darcy had first met Thor two years prior he had been banished from Asgard as well, without his normal strength or powers. You wondered if it was the same for Loki . . .

"So what does any of this have to do with me?"

Loki seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before his smug demeanor snapped back into place.

"Thor seems to believe that if given the same chance as him, I will transform into a compliant pawn and return to Asgard with my honour restored."

"What chance did Thor have that you're going to get?"

"To live amongst the mortal race and act as one of you," Loki replied with a grimace. "He believes that if I repeat his actions: that if I find myself a Midgardian companion, I shall find my salvation."

You felt your stomach clench anxiously.

"And you . . . you chose me?"

Loki nodded with his trademark smirk in place, and his eyes fully matched the mirth of his mouth.

"But why? Why would you choose me out of all the women in that club?" You asked bewildered. "I wasn't the best looking, or the most accomplished by far!"

"I decided upon you long before we ever danced, for my options were between you, Jane Foster, or your roommate Miss Lewis. And as I made clear last night," Loki said patiently. "I had observed you, and despite some natural flaws you didn't disappoint my first impressions of your character. Which is a rare quality that most of your race cannot hope to maintain. You were the obvious choice, my dear.”

Wow. . . Watch out girl, he'll chew you up~! He be a chick-eater~! A CHICK-EATER!!!

You pushed away the shyness you felt at being so openly flattered and the inner dialogue that was totally inappropriate to how you felt, and fought to summarize what Loki had told you.

"So, let me get this straight . . . I'm gonna be your companion-guide until you show Odin that you have changed from the guy who wanted to take over Earth? And your powers have been stripped so that it seems like a sacrifice to you?"

Loki bared his teeth and summoned a small flash of green light to his palm. And you quickly corrected yourself.

"Most of your powers have been stripped?"

"I cannot harm any being in my path," Loki clarified with a frown. "And any magic that Odin has deemed dangerous has been put into hibernation within me."

"Bummer," you said before you could stop yourself, and the God of Mischief nodded in agreement.

Well that explained how none of your coworkers recognized him. He must be using a magical disguise of some sort. They were most likely seeing a perfectly average Joe who didn't stick out in any way, shape, or form. Pity for them.

"So, you're going to follow me around at my job, my home, anywhere I go until you have restored your honor and proved yourself worthy?" You finished in a voice that cracked with anxiety.

"Yes."

You gulped. "And just how long do you think that will take?"

In that moment as you raised the question, you thought that Loki's gaze would make you internally combust.

Never before had you seen such powerful eyes, nor felt so consumed by another being. And he wasn't even touching you!

Licking his lips playfully he answered, "Most likely never, darling. So I suppose you ought to get used to me."

"You’ll never leave," you repeated in a broken squeak.

Loki laughed softly and confirmed brightly, "Never, (F/n). At least. . . Not in your lifetime."

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Loki-x-Reader- Hypnotizer

Rhapsody ‘n Ragnarok: Conclusion

. . . . You were trapped against a wall. . . .

. . . . . You were trapped against a bathroom wall, with a Norse God pretty much breathing down your neck, and a magically locked door separating you from the rest of society.

Oh yeah. . . You were undoubtedly screwed. . . . And you were royally pissed off.

Loki had gone too far, and you almost instantly threw caution to the wind as you looked up at the smug expression and twinkling blue-green eyes of your captor. In that moment you didn't care that the handsome bugger was burdened with glorious purpose. You didn't care about anything outside your own feelings because he was in your personal space, and he had most definitely overstayed his welcome.

"Get out," you spat quietly, breaking the silence and somehow managing to keep your temper- unlike moments before- despite the fact that you were still seeing red. "Whatever you have to say to me can wait. I will talk with you when I'm finished and not a moment before.

"Oh, and if you walked in here because you were confused, there's a Men's restroom next door with urinals and all sorts of fun stuff for guys." Here you smiled through gritted teeth. "I suggest you try there, cause you have absolutely no right to be in here."

To your absolute annoyance, Loki met your reprimand with what seemed to be a warm smile . . . bordering on . . . was that affection shining in his eyes? . . .

. . . . Uh oh!

"You have fire, mortal. I'll give you that," he admitted with obvious pleasure, making your traitorous stomach twist into more knots. But what he said next made the knots disappear altogether, immediately being replaced with embarrassment and anger.

"Indeed, you have me cowering in anticipation for your impressive wrath. . . But I was lead to believe I already had your undying favor,” Loki mocked lightly. “Last night as we swept across that lighted tavern floor- dancing as if we were celestial mates- you were putty in my arms, and now you try to push me away without so much as a by your leave! Does your opinion truly change so readily, and in such a whimsical manner?”

You couldn't help the blush that crept to your face, as you remembered dancing with the God of Mischief the night prior. And as you remembered the memories you had of the encounter you couldn't deny that you had been more than willing to let him lead you. . . He had been so gentle, and it seemed effortless on your part to just follow. But what did that say about you as a person? Were you a woman who would be handled? . . . A woman who would just follow without proper knowledge or observation? Would you give yourself to someone so completely that they could hurt you and tear you apart piece by piece?

Internally, you shook your head. No, you wouldn't be that woman. No matter how tempting it might seem to submit. . . You needed freedom and a man that could match you, not control you. And as the fire of this realization filled you up, you let your anger be unleashed on the smug God standing so close to you, relishing in the moment of figurative fire and brimstone. For he had asked for it just seconds ago.

“Yes," you crowed forcefully. "I change whenever I deem it necessary, as do most women! Welcome to the world of females, my friend!"

Not stopping to gauge his expression you continued, your voice surprisingly calm for the message you relayed.

“Here on earth we call female mood swings PMS- just in case you weren't aware- and when a woman is on PMS you run for cover. You don’t egg her on, corner her in a bathroom, or threaten her! Not a smart move, honey. Not smart at all, if you plan on keeping all your crown jewels intact.”

As your rant finished, Loki laughed and lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender. Then he surprised you by moving several paces away, granting you space for the first time since he had entered the restroom. You were finally free again and quickly moved away from the death-trap of a wall.

“There's your fire again," Loki commented with a wicked smile. "And who is it who threatens recklessly? Surely not I.”

You glared daggers at him. “What do you call trapping a girl against a wall? If that isn't a threat than I don’t know what is!”

Loki gave you a very fake look of contrition, but took yet another step backwards, leaving even more space between the two of you. Damn . . . his stride was huge!

“My apologies, (F/n) (L/n)." He offered with an inclination of his head in your direction. "I only strove to gain your ear so that I might discuss a matter of importance with your person. It was not my intent to frighten you."

From the way his eyes gleamed, you knew that he was lying about the last part, but you let him continue anyway. It was nice to hear, even if he didn't mean it.

"I shall utter unto you like a true gentleman from this point forward. I swear to you that you shall not hear another threat pass from my lips to address you.”

Both of you were silent for a long moment while you considered his 'vow'. You knew that you shouldn't trust a thing that Loki said to you- that it was most likely a trap- but somehow you believed his promise. He was talented enough in the arts of speech that he would be more than able to avoid a direct threat if he so chose. And you noted, that his promise to you had only stated one thing that he couldn't do. He was doing the smart thing, and leaving himself open for other options. And you felt strange emotions bubble within you at the realization.

It seemed that Loki was playing cat and mouse with you, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling in the slightest. But despite this, you decided that you would still play the game. It wasn't the way you usually did things- seeing as you lead a quiet life and usually followed the rules- but you found that you wanted to beat the God at his own game. If he wanted to get down and dirty with you, so be it! - Even mentally you cringed at the double meaning of your words, but quickly pushed it aside as you spoke.

"Fine," you said firmly. "We can talk, if you keep at least several feet between us and don't keep trying to intimidate me."

"I cannot guarantee your mind freedom from intimidation," Loki interjected with a smile. "Such a thing is beyond my power, for I do not control your reactions to me. But I can vow to stay where I am."

You sighed. This was the best you were going to get, so you took it.

"Alright" you agreed. "So spill. Why are you stalking me?"

Loki frowned, "Stalking you? No. We cannot begin this way."

You sighed heavily once more, and brought a hand to your temple. With all this newly gained stress, your headache had returned in painful accuracy, almost crippling you with the steady throbbing behind your eyes.

The fates had it out for you. There was no other rational explanation for having a day this absurd and full of crap. But you pressed forward.

"Then where should we begin," you asked as your head beat harder than a kettle-drum in a parade, making you wince. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Loki studied you for a moment before his eyebrow drew down at the corner.

"Are you injured?"

Apparently he had seen you wince. And you immediately waved him off.

"Just a headache. You were saying?"

Loki's eyes flashed to your forehead and then he was moving towards you again. You quickly took several steps to counter his.

"Hey! You promised not to move!"

Loki rolled his eyes. "And I shall keep my word, mortal. But I will not abide any distractions when I explain the current events."

You scoffed. "My headache is a distraction?"

The God was at your side faster than you had thought physically possible, and before you could complain or try to get away, he had placed the flat of his palm to your throbbing forehead.

"Precisely," he said quietly, before his hand began to glow green against where it pressed against your head. You cried out and tried to push him away, but he was an immovable force as his worked his magic. It only lasted for a moment, but by that time you were in full panic mode.

"What did you do!?" You yelled as he once more walked back to his side of the bathroom. "Why did you grab me!?"

"Calm yourself, Midgardian," he hushed with an easy wave of his hand, as he comfortably leaned against one of the walls near the sinks. "It was nothing harmful I assure you."

"I will not calm down!" You stated with wild eyes before repeating the question. "What did you do to me?"

Loki looked annoyed as he answered, "I healed you. And now I'm regretting ever doing so."

You paused. Had he really healed your headache? . . . You raised a wary forefinger to your temple and prodded it, waiting expectantly for more pain to shoot through your forehead. . . But it never came. . . There was still a memory of an ache, but it was no longer crippling. No longer hurting you . . .

You gave Loki a somewhat sheepish grin. "Uh, thanks. . ."

Loki nodded once, accepting the gratitude before his expression grew solemn. "Shall we proceed?"

You nodded the affirmative to the Trickster who stood opposite you. "Yes, no more interruptions. Tell me why."

Loki gazed at you with unreadable blue-green eyes before he began, his gaze never leaving your face as he spoke. . . This was both exciting and frightening all at once.

"Before I disclose my intentions, I must pose a question. What knowledge have you of what your race calls: Norse Mythology?"

"I know the basics," you answered, which was true. When you and Darcy had returned from the bar last night, the pushy woman had insisted that you learn some more about the God you had danced with. Several insane stories later, you knew a little bit about Loki, the Life Tree, Odin King of the Gods, and Loki's brother who had the hammer (for the life of you, you couldn't remember his name!)

Loki looked skeptical, but continued on despite his misgivings of your knowledge.

"As you have most likely heard, it was I who besieged your Midgardian City with the numbers of the Chitauri."

You nodded.

"Because of this, Thor took me back to Asgard to stand trial for my grievous deeds."

That was the guys' name! Mentally you screamed for joy. Thor! Of course! You'd heard Jane and Darcy both talk about him enough times! You should have known better! Then getting back on topic, you couldn't help but ask: "Who was your judge?"

"The All-Father," Loki sneered. "He was both judge and jury for my fate."

"The All-Father?"

"Odin!"

"Oh okay," you said with embarrassment at being clueless. "So . . . So what happened?"

Loki sighed. "Originally, Odin had decided to imprison me within the dungeons of Asgard to waste away for the remainder of my years. But with some well-placed flattery and bartering on Thor's part, my sentence was altered."

"To what?"

Here Loki's mouth drew up in distaste, almost as if he had eaten something rotten.

"I am being forced to stay on the Midgard," he clarified with a nasty expression and deadly gleam shining in his eyes. "I have been cast out from the other realms, until such a time as I have proven myself worthy of redemption."

You knew that your face was slack, but your brain was too preoccupied to care. So Loki was trapped here. . . That explained some of your current situation. . . But not all of it. . .

In the back of your mind, you seemed to recall that when Jane and Darcy had first met Thor two years prior he had been banished from Asgard as well, without his normal strength or powers. You wondered if it was the same for Loki . . .

"So what does any of this have to do with me?"

Loki seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before his smug demeanor snapped back into place.

"Thor seems to believe that if given the same chance as him, I will transform into a compliant pawn and return to Asgard with my honour restored."

"What chance did Thor have that you're going to get?"

"To live amongst the mortal race and act as one of you," Loki replied with a grimace. "He believes that if I repeat his actions: that if I find myself a Midgardian companion, I shall find my salvation."

You felt your stomach clench anxiously.

"And you . . . you chose me?"

Loki nodded with his trademark smirk in place, and his eyes fully matched the mirth of his mouth.

"But why? Why would you choose me out of all the women in that club?" You asked bewildered. "I wasn't the best looking, or the most accomplished by far!"

"I decided upon you long before we ever danced, for my options were between you, Jane Foster, or your roommate Miss Lewis. And as I made clear last night," Loki said patiently. "I had observed you, and despite some natural flaws you didn't disappoint my first impressions of your character. Which is a rare quality that most of your race cannot hope to maintain. You were the obvious choice, my dear.”

Wow. . . Watch out girl, he'll chew you up~! He be a chick-eater~! A CHICK-EATER!!!

You pushed away the shyness you felt at being so openly flattered and the inner dialogue that was totally inappropriate to how you felt, and fought to summarize what Loki had told you.

"So, let me get this straight . . . I'm gonna be your companion-guide until you show Odin that you have changed from the guy who wanted to take over Earth? And your powers have been stripped so that it seems like a sacrifice to you?"

Loki bared his teeth and summoned a small flash of green light to his palm. And you quickly corrected yourself.

"Most of your powers have been stripped?"

"I cannot harm any being in my path," Loki clarified with a frown. "And any magic that Odin has deemed dangerous has been put into hibernation within me."

"Bummer," you said before you could stop yourself, and the God of Mischief nodded in agreement.

Well that explained how none of your coworkers recognized him. He must be using a magical disguise of some sort. They were most likely seeing a perfectly average Joe who didn't stick out in any way, shape, or form. Pity for them.

"So, you're going to follow me around at my job, my home, anywhere I go until you have restored your honor and proved yourself worthy?" You finished in a voice that cracked with anxiety.

"Yes."

You gulped. "And just how long do you think that will take?"

In that moment as you raised the question, you thought that Loki's gaze would make you internally combust.

Never before had you seen such powerful eyes, nor felt so consumed by another being. And he wasn't even touching you!

Licking his lips playfully he answered, "Most likely never, darling. So I suppose you ought to get used to me."

"You’ll never leave," you repeated in a broken squeak.

Loki laughed softly and confirmed brightly, "Never, (F/n). At least. . . Not in your lifetime."