<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> Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:40 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>The girl had picked up something, something she dropped as his fingers closed around her forearm. His emerald gaze flicked to the object for half a second: a tiny metal hammer. The symbolism was not lost on Loki.<br/><br/>With a snarl, he slammed Jane against the wall with the full length of his body, pressing into her soft curves. "Thor is no king," he said in an icy tone. "He is the guard dog of this miserable little realm and I will run him to the end of his chain over and over and over -" he drove himself against her with each word "-until he is broken by his devotion to it."<br/><br/>Staring into her earth-brown eyes, so full of defiance, he forced her wrist to his mouth. Repeating the motion he'd made just a few minutes ago, he kissed the smooth skin there gently, hungrily. Then his tongue caressed her flesh and the pain began. Cold as ice, colder, his silver tongue left a narrow, blue-black frost burn on Jane's skin as he licked, twisting her arm to make a full circle around her left wrist. He ended with a final, tender kiss on the back of her hand before he released her and stepped back.<br/><br/>"I must take my leave.  Give Thor my regards... and remember, while he consoles you, that that  he is no more human than I. You have yet to see either of us at our worst."<br/><br/>Loki turned away, opening another tiny rift in reality, and vanished.<br/>