<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ii20CiYJ1rqn69fo1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Armoury <br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:34 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Maria </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I want to see how strong you are." </em><br/><br/>He very nearly welcomed the kiss of her fist, just for the sake of diversion, but at the last millisecond he chose not to reward bad behavior. Her balled knuckles brushed his temple as Loki side-stepped the blow and darted behind Maria with the speed of a serpent. His arms enfolded her, pinning her arms and embracing her fury like a lover.<br/><br/>“Now, now, my brave little hero. You are only human, after all,” he whispered into her ear as he nuzzled her hair. “I have the advantage here.” His fingers dug into her suit, icy claws slicing the polymer fibers like razors through silk. Her breasts suddenly strained against the ribbons of fabric that had been her vest. Frosty air seared her exposed skin.<br/><br/>“Recall what I said about a firm hand?” Loki released the woman only to grip the back of her neck and slam her forehead against the edge of a stainless steel table with just enough force enough to stun a human - or so he hoped.<br/><br/>“I only wanted a word but now you've put me in the mood for something more.” He lifted her lightly as a rag doll and flung her across the room to crumple against the frozen door. Before she could move again he grabbed Maria by the leg and swung her viciously onto one of the tables where she landed flat on her back, the air knocked from her lungs. The weight of his body settled heavily onto the length of her battered form as he watched the plumes of her breath slowly return.<br/><br/>His eyes fixed on hers as her lashes fluttered and she seemed to focus on him. “I called you a hero and a hero you could be if you accept my generous offer of assistance. Then you will be something more than human... although still perhaps something less than a god.” Methodically, he began to break the strips of fabric that concealed her modesty without shifting his gaze. “As it is, you must appreciate the fact that I can do whatever I wish to do with your delicate mortal flesh.” With three final twists of his fingers he bared her breasts and smiled coldly down at the sight. “Whether that involves lavishing it with affection or stripping it from your bones depends on how you answer this: Will you be a good little hero now or will you continue to test my... strength?”<br/>