<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> 7:38 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Maria </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><em>"What am I supposed to do?"</em><br/><br/>The question was not for him. Her professed duties were at odds with her desires, just as they were throughout all the denizens of Midgard.<br/><br/>He shifted on top of her, pressing firmly against her thighs to remind her of her place. Her body was so small beneath him. Jane's would be this small, though perhaps less solid. Maria was a warrior among her kind. A powerful weapon. A threat. But when the soldier was defeated, when her tools and training were stripped away all that remained was her human nature. This one was like a spoiled colt that needed to be broken: all lean muscle and wild pride.<br/><br/>She arched, her naked breasts thrust towards him as if attempting to seduce him with the display. "<em>I'll do it</em>," she said at last. His eyes narrowed as the rest of her hollow words tumbled out. As she slumped on the table at last, apologizing, vulnerable, he slapped her sharply across the left cheek before covering her mouth with his. He held her jaw still with one hand as he crushed her lips with a punishing kiss that lasted too long, staring at her with eyes that never closed. When he finally pulled away his hand slid down to encircle her throat and rested there.<br/><br/>"And what am I? Magician? Murderer? Monster?" He rose above her, covering her breast with his other hand, squeezing , cradling her flesh. "Whatever conclusion you've reached, do not think of me as one of your kind. I will not be swayed to pity or lust by your naked beauty. You cannot control me, Maria, any more than you can control your own need for a 'firm hand'."<br/><br/>He caught the ragged edge of her clothing and tore it the rest of the way down, down to the crotch, splitting her defenses wide open. Loki's knee dug between her thighs, forcing them apart. He pushed up until his leather met her sex.<br/><br/>"Tell me again, Maria," he purred, rocking his knee against the root of her, "that you want me to stop. You don't want me to do this. Tell me you don't want my cock driving into your quim over and over until you scream and come and cry out like a well-pleasured woman rather than a steadfast and frigid little soldier. Tell me..."<br/>