<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/21b72cbaf2728f032c3e5df235430dcf/tumblr_mlw0410Bvx1rkfiilo1_500.png)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Warming up to his cellmate<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The little wench backed away and landed hard on the cot, a rather amusing development. Loki’s lascivious smile didn’t waver as he followed her down, putting one knee on the cot to maintain the intimacy of their position, his face just above hers. He read the very positive response in her scent, in her heartbeat, but there was a jumble of conflict in her eyes. What had she been through? What were her powers?<br/><br/><em>“Lord Loki…”</em><br/><br/>His name was known to her and that at least was gratifying. Before he could be properly pleased with himself, she went on about being a Maiden. His eyebrow cocked at that; Ciera looked well past the age of girlish fancies. Was she a warrior maiden, then? As yet untouched by man, in spirit given only to battle? It stood to reason that was her purpose here and why her gods called her now.<br/><br/>“Oh, yes, I know the meaning of maidenhood. You are full of untapped… potential.” He lifted his hand to the side of her face, very gently smoothing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “But I see we are of a like mind in our escape plan: we must raise the power together. And that is hardly the work of a Maiden, is it? No,” his voice had lowered to the pitch of black velvet. “With all that has happened to this world, I agree that it is high time for you to accept your new role.”<br/><br/>His hand lowered and slid over her shoulder, caressing her deceptively frail form. Loki had the distinct impression he was playing with fire and he found that deeply exciting. The interfering spirits of the realm had obviously placed him here as a motivating factor for their “chosen one”. He had dallied with enough Valkyries to know that warrior women were as likely to beat a man senseless with their poleaxe as they were to accept a very long and satisfying fuck. Either act served to make them ready for battle, but the latter path was far and away the preferable one from his point of view.<br/><br/>“We shall begin, then,” he said, his fingers slipping languorously down her spine and his face tipping to hers, ready to kiss her pale lips. “Know that I long to give you my essence, Ciera.”<br/>