A Shot in the Dark
Loki/Bruce
The Hulk lets out an angry groan as he is forced to drag two one-ton cinderblocks through the courtyard for the joy and amusement of the aliens on the planet he is currently trapped on. A giant vein sticks out of his forehead and he takes another step. Hulk’s nostrils flare and frost forms from his exhalation. He hates his life here.
It all started six months ago when the Civil War began between the Avengers. The Hulk’s teammates were split right down the middle. Tony Stark and the rest of the Board felt that the Hulk was just too dangerous to keep around during the War so they shot him into space, not even concerned with where he would land or what would happen to him. Since then, Hulk has been trapped on a distant planet and kept as a slave. Bruce Banner has not taken control since before Hulk left Earth.
The alien king lets out a few incomprehensible clicks and groans. The Hulk does not understand the language but he knows that the king means for him to move faster. Hulk does what he is told, for fear of another torturous beating. He has been at this for hours and has been electric whipped numerous times.
Just then, there is a flash of light and the Hulk looks up. A green swirl begins to form in front of him. Out steps a familiar figure. Dressed up in green and black leather and wearing a large gold horned helmet, standing tall is Loki of Asgard. He is holding a gold scepter much like the one he used during his attempt to destroy New York City.
“Hello, Dr. Bruce Banner,” Loki says with a smirk.
The alien king cries out a command and aggressively points at Loki, signaling his minions to attack the demi-god. Each of the aliens sprints up and tries knocking Loki out with their seemingly primitive weapons. Loki spins, scepter in hand, and knocks them all out. Loki then walks over to the Hulk, who has fallen to the ground from the strenuous weight.
Loki pats his hand on the enormous ex-Avengers shoulder. Loki kneels so he is at eye-level with the beast. “I’m here to save you, Hulk,” he says softly. There is kindness in his voice and eyes.
Hulk just blankly stares at the Norse being. Why would Loki, the God of Mischief, want to help the Hulk? It made no sense. Hulk helped defeat Loki. Something was up. But Hulk stood and nodded at Loki, an explanation that he was willing to go with him. Loki then waved his scepter in the air. Green light circled them and next thing: they were in a cold, dark land. The Hulk observed his surroundings and realized this must be Jotunheim, where the Frost Giants live.
Loki looks up at his massive companion. “You can come out now, Dr. Banner,” he says calmly.
Slowly but surely, the Hulk begins to shrink down and turn back into the great Dr. Bruce Banner. His muscles seem to dissolve in the air and his skin turns back into its pale pink complexion. Naked and covered in dirt and grime, Bruce falls to the ground, exhausted.
Loki bends down on a knee and places his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Bruce,” he says. “You’re safe now. You’re safe.” When Loki realizes that Bruce is not getting up, he turns to his Frost Giant minions.
“Take him to my bed chambers.”
After a few hours of much needed rest, Bruce awakens to find himself clothed in a silk robe underneath a fur blanket in a stone room. “Wh-where am I?” He calls out.
“You’re home,” Loki answers, coming out of the shadows and into the light. He walks toward the bed and sits on the edge, staring deep into Bruce’s chocolate brown eyes.
“Y-you saved me,” Bruce stammers, realizing this. Bruce then grabs Loki and squeezes him into a tight embrace. He holds on to him, savoring the contact that he has longed for the past six months. Loki’s scent was mesmerizing; his jet black fringe was soft and smooth. Loki’s skin was icy but somehow warm at the same time. Bruce could feel himself grow hard between his legs.
Before Loki could speak, Bruce’s lips were on the demi-god’s. Loki’s eyes widened at the eagerness of his new pet but he quickly relaxed. Loki opened his mouth and Bruce’s tongue slithered in. Their tongues played back and forth sloppily. Bruce’s hands slid down Loki’s hair, to his shoulder, down his torso and to his crotch. Bruce could feel Loki was erect as well and he began to rub up and down.
Loki broke away from the kiss. He stood up and began to strip. Bruce watched in awe and amazement at the man’s beautiful, pearly-white body. His skin was pristine and his muscles were strong and prominent. Bruce was extremely impressed—and turned on.
Loki then laid back into bed, knowing full well what was about to happen. This was his plan. He just did not think it was going to fall into place so easily. He was growing increasingly pompous about the whole situation. He was just simply irresistible to all sexes and species.
Loki’s train of thought is broken with the touch of Bruce’s finger on his shoulder. Bruce’s lip caress Loki’s neck, causing goose bumps to arise all over his body. Bruce suckles on the Norse god’s skin as his hand wraps around Loki’s midriff. His lips then make their way down to Loki’s magnificent pecks. He nibbles on Loki’s hardened nipple and Loki lets out a soft moan.
“Oh, Bruce,” Loki whispers seductively.
Bruce moves down, smooching Loki’s abdomen until he gets down just far enough. Bruce moves away, bracing himself and then he places his mouth on Loki’s member and begins sucking. Bruce felt confused because he had never been with a man before—let along a demi- god--but it felt so right. He had never felt more comfortable with someone before.
Loki grips Bruce’s hair with one hand and grabs hold of the fur comforter with the other as pleasure begins erupting through his body. A sweet, delicious pressure starts pushing down on his skull and sweat begins to bead at his hairline and upper lip. As Bruce quickens his pace, Loki’s senses are heightened and nothing else matters to him. He is in his own little world. His heart pounds and it feels like his blood is on fire—but in a good way. He grits his teeth and arches his back as he gets closer to orgasm. He bends his knees up so he can balance himself more easily.
Loki licks his lips and then yells out an exaggerated moan as he reaches his climax. Bruce lets go and moves away to watch the show. Loki breathes out enormous pants as he lies in a dead heap on the bed. Bruce climbs back in the bed and lies next to his current sexual partner. The two stay there on their backs, staring at the stone ceiling, drenched in sweat. The heat between them is undeniable.
Finally, Bruce rolls over, propping his head on his hand. He stares at Loki’s emerald eyes admiringly. Loki is so sexy and perfect. He is powerful and majestic. And he’s great in the sack. Loki could take care of Bruce. Bruce did not need those backstabbing Avengers—especially Tony. He could stay here in the land of the Frost Giants with the God of Mischief forever.
Loki then looks at Bruce. “What?” He asks.
“Nothing,” Bruce mutters. “Just thinking.” He pauses, chewing on his bottom lip. He then meets Loki’s gaze.
“Thank you again—for saving me.”
“Please, Dr. Banner, it was my pleasure.” Loki then winks at the ex-Avenger. Loki then rolls off the bed and onto his knees.
“What are you doing?” Bruce asks, sitting up.
“It’s your turn.” Loki then proceeds to go down on Bruce. Bruce lays back on the fuzzy comforter and enjoys the pleasure.
It all started six months ago when the Civil War began between the Avengers. The Hulk’s teammates were split right down the middle. Tony Stark and the rest of the Board felt that the Hulk was just too dangerous to keep around during the War so they shot him into space, not even concerned with where he would land or what would happen to him. Since then, Hulk has been trapped on a distant planet and kept as a slave. Bruce Banner has not taken control since before Hulk left Earth.
The alien king lets out a few incomprehensible clicks and groans. The Hulk does not understand the language but he knows that the king means for him to move faster. Hulk does what he is told, for fear of another torturous beating. He has been at this for hours and has been electric whipped numerous times.
Just then, there is a flash of light and the Hulk looks up. A green swirl begins to form in front of him. Out steps a familiar figure. Dressed up in green and black leather and wearing a large gold horned helmet, standing tall is Loki of Asgard. He is holding a gold scepter much like the one he used during his attempt to destroy New York City.
“Hello, Dr. Bruce Banner,” Loki says with a smirk.
The alien king cries out a command and aggressively points at Loki, signaling his minions to attack the demi-god. Each of the aliens sprints up and tries knocking Loki out with their seemingly primitive weapons. Loki spins, scepter in hand, and knocks them all out. Loki then walks over to the Hulk, who has fallen to the ground from the strenuous weight.
Loki pats his hand on the enormous ex-Avengers shoulder. Loki kneels so he is at eye-level with the beast. “I’m here to save you, Hulk,” he says softly. There is kindness in his voice and eyes.
Hulk just blankly stares at the Norse being. Why would Loki, the God of Mischief, want to help the Hulk? It made no sense. Hulk helped defeat Loki. Something was up. But Hulk stood and nodded at Loki, an explanation that he was willing to go with him. Loki then waved his scepter in the air. Green light circled them and next thing: they were in a cold, dark land. The Hulk observed his surroundings and realized this must be Jotunheim, where the Frost Giants live.
Loki looks up at his massive companion. “You can come out now, Dr. Banner,” he says calmly.
Slowly but surely, the Hulk begins to shrink down and turn back into the great Dr. Bruce Banner. His muscles seem to dissolve in the air and his skin turns back into its pale pink complexion. Naked and covered in dirt and grime, Bruce falls to the ground, exhausted.
Loki bends down on a knee and places his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Bruce,” he says. “You’re safe now. You’re safe.” When Loki realizes that Bruce is not getting up, he turns to his Frost Giant minions.
“Take him to my bed chambers.”
After a few hours of much needed rest, Bruce awakens to find himself clothed in a silk robe underneath a fur blanket in a stone room. “Wh-where am I?” He calls out.
“You’re home,” Loki answers, coming out of the shadows and into the light. He walks toward the bed and sits on the edge, staring deep into Bruce’s chocolate brown eyes.
“Y-you saved me,” Bruce stammers, realizing this. Bruce then grabs Loki and squeezes him into a tight embrace. He holds on to him, savoring the contact that he has longed for the past six months. Loki’s scent was mesmerizing; his jet black fringe was soft and smooth. Loki’s skin was icy but somehow warm at the same time. Bruce could feel himself grow hard between his legs.
Before Loki could speak, Bruce’s lips were on the demi-god’s. Loki’s eyes widened at the eagerness of his new pet but he quickly relaxed. Loki opened his mouth and Bruce’s tongue slithered in. Their tongues played back and forth sloppily. Bruce’s hands slid down Loki’s hair, to his shoulder, down his torso and to his crotch. Bruce could feel Loki was erect as well and he began to rub up and down.
Loki broke away from the kiss. He stood up and began to strip. Bruce watched in awe and amazement at the man’s beautiful, pearly-white body. His skin was pristine and his muscles were strong and prominent. Bruce was extremely impressed—and turned on.
Loki then laid back into bed, knowing full well what was about to happen. This was his plan. He just did not think it was going to fall into place so easily. He was growing increasingly pompous about the whole situation. He was just simply irresistible to all sexes and species.
Loki’s train of thought is broken with the touch of Bruce’s finger on his shoulder. Bruce’s lip caress Loki’s neck, causing goose bumps to arise all over his body. Bruce suckles on the Norse god’s skin as his hand wraps around Loki’s midriff. His lips then make their way down to Loki’s magnificent pecks. He nibbles on Loki’s hardened nipple and Loki lets out a soft moan.
“Oh, Bruce,” Loki whispers seductively.
Bruce moves down, smooching Loki’s abdomen until he gets down just far enough. Bruce moves away, bracing himself and then he places his mouth on Loki’s member and begins sucking. Bruce felt confused because he had never been with a man before—let along a demi- god--but it felt so right. He had never felt more comfortable with someone before.
Loki grips Bruce’s hair with one hand and grabs hold of the fur comforter with the other as pleasure begins erupting through his body. A sweet, delicious pressure starts pushing down on his skull and sweat begins to bead at his hairline and upper lip. As Bruce quickens his pace, Loki’s senses are heightened and nothing else matters to him. He is in his own little world. His heart pounds and it feels like his blood is on fire—but in a good way. He grits his teeth and arches his back as he gets closer to orgasm. He bends his knees up so he can balance himself more easily.
Loki licks his lips and then yells out an exaggerated moan as he reaches his climax. Bruce lets go and moves away to watch the show. Loki breathes out enormous pants as he lies in a dead heap on the bed. Bruce climbs back in the bed and lies next to his current sexual partner. The two stay there on their backs, staring at the stone ceiling, drenched in sweat. The heat between them is undeniable.
Finally, Bruce rolls over, propping his head on his hand. He stares at Loki’s emerald eyes admiringly. Loki is so sexy and perfect. He is powerful and majestic. And he’s great in the sack. Loki could take care of Bruce. Bruce did not need those backstabbing Avengers—especially Tony. He could stay here in the land of the Frost Giants with the God of Mischief forever.
Loki then looks at Bruce. “What?” He asks.
“Nothing,” Bruce mutters. “Just thinking.” He pauses, chewing on his bottom lip. He then meets Loki’s gaze.
“Thank you again—for saving me.”
“Please, Dr. Banner, it was my pleasure.” Loki then winks at the ex-Avenger. Loki then rolls off the bed and onto his knees.
“What are you doing?” Bruce asks, sitting up.
“It’s your turn.” Loki then proceeds to go down on Bruce. Bruce lays back on the fuzzy comforter and enjoys the pleasure.
SUPERNATURAL!!!!!!!! DEAN!!!!!!!!!! SAM!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
10/14/16