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Loki, He Who Remains 2: A Wild Spy Appeared
🕑 Added 2023-09-27 12:14:36 +0000 UTCInvasion? What Invasion? It was a joke for this Loki. The city was under siege when he came out of the chamber after his heated activities with Sif. He noticed a Dark Elf Harrow had intruded into the magic shield and entered the King’s throne room.
Wasting no time, Loki created a portal for himself and walked in. But the portal remained there for a few seconds as Sif followed behind in haste, trying to clean her ruined hair simultaneously. Out of nowhere, she had even picked up a sword—quite a warrior she was.
Woosh—Loki walked out and looked to his left. He smiled softly, seeing Frigga having pinned down the leader of the Dark Elves already. A sense of pride rose in his chest for the only woman he truly respected and cherished as family. “Mother.”
“Loki?!” Frigga looked behind her, shocked to hear his voice.
“Foolish!” The leader of Dark Elves scoffed and pushed away Frigga’s arm that had him pinned. “You shall have death for bringing me this nuisance, woman—I already have what I need.”
Loki sighed and noticed one of the minions of the Dark Elf leader. Without even moving, he created a small portal right where he stood, placed his hand in it, and pruned the minion into nothingness from another tiny portal.
“With real nuisances out of the way—Who are you?” Loki inquired while stepping forward to protect Frigga.
“Malekith—stay back, or the woman dies.”
Loki sneered, “Why don’t you try?”
Malekith suddenly realized something. He was unable to move as if he was frozen in time. At best, he could shift less than an inch, but not more. He stared at Loki in confusion and fear, unprepared for such a turn of events.
“Sif, take care of Mother,” Loki ordered, walking closer to Malekith until he was face-to-face with the man. “King Bor's attempt to exterminate your kind five thousand years ago was clearly insufficient. You lost, yet again, invade… my home… plot to kill my mother—I won’t make the same mistake. Your kind shall perish!”
Loki materialized a blade in his hands, an easy job with his magic. Without waiting, he slowly stabbed it into Malekith’s throat, upward from the chin, reaching his head.
Malekith squirmed. He tried to move but couldn’t.
Thud!—After stabbing Malekith’s heart and brain a few more times and ensuring he was dead, Loki released him from the time loop and allowed his body to fall. “Thank you for the magnificent fleet of motherships. I’ll use it well.”
Loki didn’t stop there and decided to kill the remaining invaders. He created portals all across Asgard and threw his dagger in with immense force. The dagger traveled through portals, stabbing through all the Dark Elves.
A few seconds later, the dagger returned to his hands.
With that done, he rushed to his mother and checked her. “Mother, are you alright? Did he stab you anywhere? Are you sure he didn’t poison you?”
Frigga, however, placed her palm on Loki’s cheek. “Loki? Y-You seem so different… yet the same. Is this really you? Where have you been?”
I suppose even Father wouldn’t know of the TVA unless he meddled with the Sacred Timeline, which he hasn’t. Loki believed and decided not to reveal the unimaginable organization behind the upkeep of the Multiverse.
“I suppose you’re right, mother. A lot has happened, a very long st—”
“Stay away from Mother!” Thor’s roar resounded suddenly, and Thor barged into the room with his hammer ahead of him, already thrown toward Loki. “What treachery have you plotted this time?"
Loki heaved a weary sigh and conjured a portal in the hammer's path. The mighty weapon vanished into the rift only to reappear beside Thor's head. With a resounding slam, Thor was struck by his own hammer, sending him sprawling to the side.
“Accused with scorn—as always,” Loki remarked, casting a meaningful glance at Sif, which she noticed clearly. “I came to save Mother, Thor. Unlike you, given the peril you brought upon her."
“What do you mean?” Thor looked around continuously. “Where is Jane?”
Loki, again, gave Sif a look. “I just saved Mother from the leader of the Dark Elves, yet your thoughts dwell solely on your Midgardian woman?”
“He saved me, Thor.” Frigga finally took Loki’s side.
“Frigga, my wife…” Just then, Odin also arrived, but he was short-tempered as ever. "Have you brought the taint of the Dark Elves back to our realm, Loki?!"
Odin boomed, referencing the time Loki brought three Frost Giants, including his own real father, before killing him, of course.
Yet again, Loki gave Sif another look. "Marvelous, isn't it? Your first words upon seeing me. Forget the fallen Dark Elves strewn about the palace, forget the silenced cannons on the ships—forget Malekith’s corpse resting beneath my feet.”
Odin took a step back, realizing his mistake. “I… was impulsive, my son.”
Loki shook his head. “Mother is alive. That’s all I care about. Asgard stands, the enemy is defeated, and there is no need for me to stay any longer—If any harbor concern, I will be in Midgard.”
Loki created a portal for his exit.
“Leave earth alone, Loki!” Thor roared again.
One last time, Loki looked at Sif; she looked back at him with a hint of guilt in her eyes. “I have no interest in conquering mere planets anymore—it’s all meaningless in the end.”
With that, Loki walked into the portal and vanished with it.
“He’s lying! He’s scheming something. I must return to earth!” Thor voiced his concerns rather loudly.
Frigga shook her head. “No, he didn’t… He truly isn’t interested in anything anymore… not even Asgard. He came here merely to…”
“Save you.” Odin finished her words and stared at the place Loki stood not long ago.
“Do you truly trust him, Father? He’s betrayed us too many times to count. For all we know, a ruse to lay claim to the Aether for himself!” Thor boomed, questioning everything with Loki’s sudden arrival.
"Thor," Sif interjected suddenly, her voice cutting through the turmoil. She approached Thor, walking past him in the end. "Queen Frigga’s fate hung by a thread, were it not for Loki."
…
Earth, New York City
“They must be questioning themselves right now… ‘Has he truly changed?’, ‘Can we trust him?’ Oh my, it's too easy to manipulate. But mother is well, and that's all that matters.”
Loki enjoyed himself, especially the newfound freedom from the shackles he had placed on his mind, continuously making him feel inferior to Thor. But no more since he knew he was even above Odin now.
Without his helmet, dressed in a midgardian black suit and trench coat, he strode through the ruins of New York City where the invasion had occurred. The damage was still visible as too many buildings had been destroyed, roads dug open and littered with bodies of Leviathans.
Of course, Loki had a purpose for coming to Midgard. He had seen the future in alternate realms as well. He loathed accepting it, but the Midgardians had defeated any foe that had or will come their way. Be it him, or Thanos himself, with all the Infinity Stones—or even Kang. Humans doing so much, despite their short lifespans, somewhat intrigued him. So, he wanted to establish regular ties with them—at least until he had a way to gain absolute control over everything, with no possibility of defeat.
However, he wasn’t one to surrender himself. It was too beneath him. So he decided to lure them out with a little bit of fun.
…
For a spy, work never stops. It was just yesterday that the aliens had invaded the planet, revealing to the people the threats that lay in space. Yet, here she was now, in Colombia, trailing some drug lord accused of also trying to smuggle stolen enriched plutonium into the United States.
Someone was trying to make a nuke, and her job was to find out who and why.
Black Widow was the name her enemies knew her for, Natasha, for those slightly closer. Yet, none had ever come close enough to call her Natalia, her real name.
"Target's advancing towards the compound—going in.” She spoke into her comms device and stealthily got out of the car before leaping and climbing easily through the roofs and windows, jumping onto the enemy compound’s rooftop.
Her hair, a rich shade of fiery red, cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of embers. Her eyes were deep and mesmerizing. Her body, sculpted and toned, a testament to her relentless training and dedication. Yet, her movements were fluid and poised.
Her suit, a figure-hugging ensemble of sleek black, embraced her form like a second skin. The leather clung to her every curve, emphasizing her alluring hips, bosoms, and femininity; a guise that hid her lethality—a true femme fatale.
It was a hot sunny day, yet she didn’t break a sweat while running on the roof. Bringing down the stooges of the drug lord; in no time, she entered the building. “I’m in… monitor exits and entrances."
Natasha got inside the building and stealthily approached the drug lord’s lair. The man stayed below the ground floor, two floors below the basement. He was paranoid beyond belief, and it wasn’t easy to get to him. But not for the Black Widow.
She dealt with all the hurdles with ease and grace and reached the final door. On her comms, she informed her team outside to stand by.
BAM!
She kicked the door open and walked into the luxuriously decorated apartment. An expensive couch welcomed her into the living room. She walked with two guns, one in each hand. However, the middle-aged drug lord, the man she was looking for, was lying dead on the floor with no wounds. And by his body stood a man she never expected to see again in her entire life.
“It’s been a while, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. You look…” Loki observed her body from head to toe. “As charming as the last time we met. I like the new hairstyle.”
Natasha stayed on edge, aiming her guns at him, “What do you want, Loki? Why are you here?”
Loki stopped giving her attention and walked over to the bar on the side of the living room. He took a seat on the stool and placed two glasses on the counter before filling both with whiskey. “Don’t worry, I'm not here to ruin your little planet anymore.”
“We won’t fall to your schemes again, Loki.” She didn’t budge.
Loki shrugged and drank, “Suit yourself. Stay standing there if that’s how you want to talk. The plutonium is in the refrigerator, by the way, and you're welcome.”
Keeping her guns aimed at Loki, Natasha moved sideways toward the small refrigerator beside the couch. She opened it with her foot and found the container inside, uncompromised. Then, she looked at Loki again with confusion, “Why are you here?”
Loki poured himself more whiskey, “Those little toys won’t hurt me. You know that already, Natasha. How about you come and have a drink with me, and I might just tell you why.”
Black Widow contemplated her options.
Catching Loki was indeed a high priority of Shield, but she also knew she didn’t have a way to neutralize his magical ability. So she clicked a button on her belt to alert all Shield personnel nearby and in headquarters.
Then, she holstered her guns and walked towards the bar.
Subtly, her demeanor changed, seductive and methodical in her every move. She took a seat beside Loki and drank the entire glass of whiskey he had poured for her.
Looking sideways at him, she leaned over the bar, arms affront, giving him a better view of her cleavage. “There—so why are you here?”
“Because Earth is interesting,” Loki replied. “Humans with their little lives, achieving greatness; It’s unique. How did your world respond to learning of otherworldly threats?”
“Chaos.” Natasha maintained her eased-up persona while continuing to talk, trying to stall Loki there until her people arrived. “There were some riots. The worldview was shattered. But life goes on—the alien threats are at the back of their minds now.”
Loki genuinely chuckled, understanding well that such a mentality was precisely because humans had limited time. “What the earth saw wasn’t even one percent of what’s out there… I’ve lost my interest in conquering worlds, but as earth will grow stronger, greater foes will be lured towards it… Well, that was a nice talk, but since your people are dawdling, I must be on my way. Another world to visit.”
Loki downed the glass and stood up, ready to leave.
“Stop!” Natasha exclaimed, although she had no plan.
Loki did stop and looked back with a smile. Natasha was standing, her eyes were filled with a look of concern, yet there was pride and confidence.
“Fine.” Loke strolled back to Natasha, a bit too close. Unexpectedly, he scooped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer until her mounds pressed against him. She looked up at him in aggravation, and he looked down at her face, smiling devilishly. “I’ll stop if you can keep me… preoccupied.”
Natasha smirked and raised her arms, and wrapped them around Loki’s neck. She continued to stare at his face while smiling invitingly. “I have my ways…”
“Are you sure? I’ve undressed goddesses, enjoyed valkyries…”
Forcing him to stop talking, Natasha kissed Loki’s lips passionately. Like a fiery flame had burned within her, she reciprocated the probing of Loki’s tongue, and joined him to explore each other’s mouths.
The taste and scent of whiskey still lingered in their breaths, and it only made things even more alluring. Their tongues danced and curled.
As they passionately kissed, Loki’s hands slid down from her waist and firmly cupped her ass. He gave a firm squeeze and felt the soft flesh fill his palms. The leather-covered supple feeling excited him. He eventually gave a hard squeeze, lifting her up entirely.
His hands supported her from below as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their tongues continued to invade each other’s mouths, and she began to rub herself on his growing bulge.
“Umh…” She moaned into him, feeling his breath merge with hers.
Loki, wanting more action, moved over to the bar and placed Natasha on it, plundering her mouth the entire time as her legs kept him stuck to her body. His finger traced the line of her neck, slowly, from earlobe to collarbone.
As their breaths became ragged, Loki’s finger kept going down, finally reaching her leather-clad breast, caressing for a few moments while he listened to her subtle whimpers. He continued to raise his finger, tracing a sensitive line around her leather-covered nipple. Then, his finger hooked on her zipper and slowly pulled down, revealing even more of her soft skin.
Loki lowered her leather suit’s zipper all the way to her waist, releasing the heaving mounds. But much to his inconvenience, they were hidden behind a sports bra. He gave no second thought and simply tore it apart.
With a jolt, her voluptuous, perky breasts were freed and shook near his face. Big and yet firm, with wide light pinkish areola surrounding the erect hard nipples, he couldn’t help but cup a breast in each hand and give a gentle squeeze. It instantly made Natasha breathe out loud. They were sensitive, no doubt.
“I’ll be occupied all right,” Loki muttered and brought his mouth to one of her mounds and licked around her areola first.
“Ah…!” Natasha arched her back in pleasure, faking, however. She was still expecting her support to come soon.
Loki brazenly took a hard, delectable nipple in his mouth, brushed his tongue around it, and gently held it between his teeth. Short, quivering exhales escaped her lips.
His one hand soon left her mound and caressed down, touching her toned belly. Then, he lowered her zipper further until it reached its end, giving his hand a tight access to her shaven inner lips.
He slid his hand inside and felt the lack of undergarment. The smile on his lips grew even more thrilled.
He curved his hand, probing his finger around her damp folds. She was wet and warm.
She squirmed under his titillating finger and slid her delicate hands through his hair, pressing his mouth on her nipples even further.
“Oh!… There… Yes!” She, somewhat lost in the moment, wanted even more pleasure.
Moving his hand away, Natasha started to pull on Loki’s coat, desperately wanting to feel his skin on her own.
It was a strange robe, but thankfully, Loki helped and took it off himself. Soon after, Natasha raised Loki’s head and kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in as close as possible, uncaring her breast squeezed tightly on his bare chest.
She moved her hips back and forth on the bar as Loki’s fingers explored her depths once more. His thumb rubbed her clitoris while his fingers inched in and out. She rubbed her hands on his broad, muscular back, feeling the refined muscles of an Asgardian god.
Tempted, she released him from her tight embrace and slowly touched his chest, then his abs, and finally stroked the intense bulge in his pants. Her lips moaned, expecting what was to come next.
Loki took his cue, parted his tongue from hers, and looked down. For a second, her beautiful plump breasts invited him once again, glazed from his saliva and reddened from his playful hands. But it was time for the main course.
He lowered her leather suit from her shoulder, and she slid her hands out of the sleeves. Then, Natasha sat up with Loki’s help. Pulling her suit down to her ankles, she asked him with a seductive and heated look in her eye as she extended her delicate, smooth, white feet towards him, “A little help?”
Loki slowly pulled off the rest of her suit, throwing it aside. Her toes grazed his bare chest gently. He admired her curvy figure, the voluptuous mounds, thin waist, and plump hips; it was akin to a sex goddess. “Midgard isn’t so bad after all.”
Natasha smiled, came down from the bar, and walked closer to him. She untied his belt, pushing his pants down. She had only gone halfway when Loki’s fully erect member came out, ready for the main event.
Smiling, she parted her lips to take his length in her mouth. But before she could, Loki grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. He grabbed Natasha’s jaw with both palms and looked intensely into her intoxicating deep blue eyes. “Let’s not waste time…”
“Ah!”
A little surprised yelp came out of her when Loki grabbed her ass, pulled her higher, and pushed her back against a wall. She quickly clasped her hands behind his neck as one leg rested on his waist. Loki didn’t give her other leg a chance to touch the floor, keeping her on her toes, her body pressing down on his bulge, and reliant on him.
Natasha took the cue as Loki lifted her hips up. She used one hand and guided his length into her. As she couldn’t hold all of his throbbing erection with her hand, a sense of eagerness grew within her. Slowly, she rubbed his knob onto her wetness before letting him slide it in. As her moist, tight depths parted, a whispered gasp escaped her.
Loki lowered her, going deeper from the weight of her own lustful body, feeling the warmth enveloping his manhood. He slowly moved for the first time, not knowing how much the Midgardian woman could take. But hearing Natasha’s moans while her back arched in pleasure, he let go of any doubts and drowned himself in primal bliss.
“Loki! Oh… Yes!” Natasha cried his name, letting go of any sense of restraint. Her blue eyes rolled up, and with her tongue, she licked his ear as she hugged his neck tightly. Between her moans, she let out a whisper. “Deeper...”
Loki felt a strange jolt shake his body. He had never heard any Asgardian woman talk so openly like that. It aroused him even more. So without a care, he firmly squeezed her ass and raised her leg on his hip higher. It tested her flexibility to the max and opened her up even more. He lifted her body, his tip remained inside, only to loosen and thrust into her fiercely.
“Ah! Oh, oh, oh…” Natasha moaned louder and squeezed his shoulder, pulling herself up and down, aiding his thrust by moving her hips, riding the pleasure that pulsated through her.
Her breasts kept grazing his chest as they heaved and leaped in rhythm, tickling his senses.
Loki began slamming in, thrusting faster, deeper. His grunts matched her moans, louder and stronger. He leaned back a little and increased his pounding, allowing his shaft to enter unhindered, using his strong arms to lift her and bury himself to the hilt.
Her thighs clapped onto his pelvis, making loud echoing sounds in the room. Her fiery, silky red hair stuck to her cheeks, damp with sweat and saliva, her eyes rolled back, and constant long moans came from her lips, pulsating high and low with quick and hard thrusts.
Loki, overtaken by heated desire, kissed her lips, licked her tongue, and then licked her neck. He went lower and sucked her pink buds, flicking the tips with his tongue.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Loki~ Yes… Oh! I’m close…!” She squirmed uncontrollably.
Loki, with pure animalistic madness, fucked her harder, rougher, and she loved it. His godly stamina was infinite, and he pounded her for fifteen minutes without stopping, long, hard thrusts, mixing the squelching sounds with cries of ecstasy. She dug her nails into his skin and bit her lips.
As if she had lost all sense, she just enjoyed the shameless wild sex.
“I’m coming… Ah! Yes… Oh~” Her muscles contracted, closing in on her climax. Every inch of her tensed up, waiting for that blissful release.
In her final moment of ecstasy, a blinding, pulsing moment of relief, her juices burst out, dripping on the floor.
Loki strengthened his thrusts, slamming his hips, stretching her tight walls, and plunging deep. His grunts echoed near her ears, and Natasha found them intoxicating. His cock throbbed inside her warmth, reaching close to his own climax.
“Hgh…!” Loki grunted and kissed her lips, not caring if her hair came in the way. Their bodies rubbed on one another’s sweat, Natasha’s breasts squeezed hard between them. Both of them moaned into each other’s mouths, eyes closed, feeling the height of their moment.
“I’m close.” Loki moaned.
“Do it,” Natasha responded between breaths.
Loki leaned back, arching his back. His stiff shaft entered her fully, reaching the depths he hadn’t felt before. Smaller but more vigorous thrusts from his hips finally brought him to his release.
He abandoned himself to the pleasure of her flesh as her name left his mouth in a low hum. “Natasha…”
Loki buried himself deeply and erupted in her depths, spraying strands of his seeds with his savage thrusts. Each short pulsating throb of his cock and small thrusts released more, filling her further. Loki’s continued moving, but gentler now. Slowly coming down from the peak of satisfaction.
Eventually, Loki stopped and looked at Natasha’s face. Her disheveled hair, her intoxicating eyes, and her inviting pouty lips excited him further. Her reddened face made his member twitch, wanting to hear her loud moans again.
His shaft, still inside her, throbbed again and gradually recovered its full glory. Natasha felt it too, something tickled inside her, and the warmth slowly returned.
But she got off him and looked at Loki with a satisfied smile on her face. With one hand, she traced herself from her breast, rubbing down her sweaty body, and touched her slit to dip her finger in Loki’s cum.
She raised the finger on her lips, and took a lick. She smiled naughtily. “So this is what an Asgardian god tastes like?”
Loki smirked, his member still hard as ever, almost to the point of aching. “But I haven’t had enough of this mortal’s taste.”
“Heh.” She chuckled and walked over to the couch, swaying her hips at him invitingly. But instead of sitting down, she arched forward and rested her palm on the armrest, raising her hips high toward Loki.
She had long guessed no agent was coming to help, but it didn’t matter anymore—at least for now.
Natasha looked back at him as her other hand used her fingers to spread her petal-soft folds in an invitation, “Stop talking then.”
Loki got closer behind her, placed his hand on her hip, and entered her with a slow, gentle push. Letting the sensation, inch by inch, permeate inside her, causing her to whisper a long moan.
Before he started pounding, he leaned over her and kissed her back, then with his other hand, kneaded her breast from the side.
“Ah~” She welcomed his touch, but then came the sudden thrust, making her breath rush. “Oh… oh yes!”
