<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8wuwejmrA1rclql1o1_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> Alleyway, near Stark Tower <br/><strong>Time:</strong> 6:35 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Animals. Even gods were animals down deep. His eyes closed and teeth bared in pleasure as Amora boldly pulled his head back. His throat was offered to her as it had never been to any other; well, save perhaps his brother, a lifetime ago, under very different circumstances. While her mouth met his skin his hands slid low, covering the curves of her waist and hip.<br/><br/>“Oh, it pleases me that you are so progressive with our plans,” he growled in response to her report, letting her playful demand hang in the air between them for a long moment. “And yet, how presumptive you've grown, toying with mortals all this time.” As he spoke, his left hand eased down her thigh, catching the hem of her short skirt and lifting it slowly, steadily. “Is not my presence and the knowledge of my approval reward enough for you, little enchantress?” His eyes never left hers as his fingers slipped between her legs, stroking softness, wetness. “Is there more you would have of me? More than this? Simply being close to one another?” The heel of his hand settled just below her mons and he pressed, lifting and rocking firmly against her sex. His fingers curled around her, cupping, squeezing, but not penetrating.<br/><br/>Loki nuzzled her cheek affectionately as he leaned into her body, pinned her to the wall, her silken breasts crushed against his broad chest. His hand moved rhythmically, grinding into her heat. “Perhaps you forget... as high as you are set above these mortals, I am set above you. That is the truth of our new world and our immortal reign soon to come.” On the final word he withdrew his left hand from the root of her and set a cold blue dagger against her throat with his right, as fast as a flicker of lightning. He leaned back just enough to bring a wet finger to his lips and lick it before caressing the side of her face.<br/><br/>“Still, the Norns may smile on us both, for there is assuredly more I would have of you this night.” He drew the flat of the blade across her skin and raised it suddenly, as if to strike. A glint of power sparked in his eyes as he brought the dagger down, plunging it into the brick wall next to Amora's head and drawing it down to the ground. The wall tore like paper, leaving a glowing-edged gap in reality.<br/><br/>Loki stepped back, flipping the weapon so that he could press the serpentine hilt of it into the lady's hand. “A gift for you,” he smiled mischievously and gestured towards the portal. “Step into my office, Amora, and we will discuss further compensation based on the merit of your... efforts.”<br/>