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King Loki

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
To visit his favorite pet or to do kingly things. This was Loki's first thought of the morning. His bed drapes pulled open by the females who serviced his personal quarters, a robe waiting for him hanging over the extravagant footboard, and breakfast hot and ready.
Everyone around here was now too afraid to question his commands. He's made sure that each servant had a role to play and that they knew their place without reminder.
Of course this also made for a boring day. Any conversation he might explore led to everyone saying only what they thought wouldn't get them into trouble, which is why Loki was tempted to seek audience with his favorite pet. Tony Stark was never afraid to say what was on his mind, regardless of the female Loki held captive to ensure Starks best behaviour.
Stark wasn't a fool. Loki needed him, needed his brilliance. He knew this world in ways Loki did not. It was refreshing to listen to Tony's constant insults and undermining tone of voice. Loki saw no need to make an example of Virginia 'Pepper' Potts over Stark's loose tongue.
However, Tony Stark was smart enough to know any attempt to escape or harm his king would result in a most agonizing day for his loved one. So Stark did his bidding, though he always made sure Loki knew he wasn't happy about it. Loki was sure that despite Tony's situation, Stark was attempting to concoct some elaborate escape plan.
The King of Midgard slipped from his bed, grabbed his robe, and padded barefoot to the bathroom where two servant girls followed without so much as a single glance from him. This was his usually routine. They knew it well.
He stripped out of his silk Pajama bottoms and stepped into the hot water that was already waiting for him. The girls joined him lathering a luffa each, one attended one side of his body and of course the other girl on the opposite. He spread his arms and allowed them to get to work.
He glanced at them as he sometimes did. Midgard had a vast variety of women though finding anyone to suit his carnal needs was not as easy as he thought.
One, most of them he viewed as not worth his time. As a King he didn't like to lower himself to using servant girls.
Two, most people in his employ hated the life they now had and certainly wouldn't want his touch. He wouldn't force them, it wasn't his style. There was the occasional one that came along who was eager to please him, but never for the right reasons.
Finding a good fuck was lacklustre as of late. It was hard to tell apart those who were just trying to please him, those who were too afraid to say no, and those who actually legitimately wanted him. Of course, no one wanted him for him, they wanted him because he was a King.
Sex had turned into a complex dance. And this dance, Loki found uninspiring and frankly, not worth the effort.
His first year as King he revelled in the attention of those willing to kiss his ass to secure themselves safety, but after a while that got boring.
Aside from sex, there were still other things he struggled to change in this world. Though he had managed to secure himself New York City as his capital with its surrounding areas, he had not yet managed to conform the whole world to his commands. About 3/4 stood as his, but he wanted it all.
He had made a dent, but still he was fighting to gain full control. It was hard to actually usurp and keep it when there was only one of him and he couldn't trust anyone else.
Not all the ones he chose to use his sceptre on could be trusted. Some were known to fight the mind control so hard that they have died. None had broken free to escape, but it was only a matter of time. Those he mind controlled were those he felt held the most promise to his rule, but he knew couldn't be compelled to turn sides and be loyal to him by any other means but magic.
The girls finished scrubbing him down and left as he sat down in his bath and relaxed for a bit. He reclined his whole body, submerging in the unnecessarily large tub.
Perhaps, visiting Stark first would give him a better start to his day. After all, he would spend most of it giving people outside his spire permission or declining their whims.
He couldn't very well enslave everyone. He saved that for those who resisted him. Those still holding a thread of freedom were required to be registered. People who didn't comply would be brought before him and depending on their activity, or reasons behind not registering they would either be enslaved or given a second chance.
When he was ready, Loki got out of the bath and pulled on his robe after drying himself off. After all he didn't need servants to do everything for him.
He combed his hair, kept to shoulder length, he looked more menacing this way. Staring into the mirror he was reminded of a time Thor had come running into Loki's personal bathroom when they were teenagers, and stripped him of his towel.
Behind Thor were two lovely young Asgardian girls who laughed when Thor wiped Loki across the ass with the damp towel. Loki hadn't been pleased to be used for Thor's juvenile joke. Loki had been an awkward teenager. Spending most of his time with his mother, learning spells and his nose in books.
This had been back when Loki had yet to bed his first woman, so for him that moment in the bathroom had been humiliating.
Loki gritted his teeth at the memory and mentally chided himself. Thor was gone and Loki was most likely never going to see him again.
Odin had much more to worry about than Midgard. He'd come to bargain for Thor. He hadn't fought for Midgard. He didn't want to risk war against Thanos by plucking Loki from the throne. The nine realms were already in enough mess without adding to it.
Odin never actually cared about the humans anyway. Maybe he saw it as getting Loki out of his hair. Why not give his adopted son the lesser of all the realm? Either way Loki was left to his mischief and Thor was whisked back to Asgard. As far as Loki knew the Byfrost wasn't fully operational anyhow giving Odin and Thor even less power to help Midgard even if they had actually wanted to.
Thanos was still Loki's ally. He used the term 'ally' loosely as Loki knew Thanos was only in it for himself. But he believed in keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.
He expected Thanos would betray him someday, but hopefully, by then, Loki would be ready.
"Good morning pet," Loki grinned at Stark as he strolled into Tony's room.
"It's only ever a good morning when I don't see your ass, I mean face." Tony's snide remark was followed by a dramatic apologetic look. Loki smirked at the comment.
"Is my equipment ready yet?" Loki asked poking at the numerous inventions around Stark's room. He hadn't a clue what they did and unless they were helpful to him, he rightfully didn't care.
"Of course, my most horny one." Tony replied. Loki turned and arched a well groomed eyebrow up at him. Tony shrugged, "I'll admit, not the best thing to ever come out of my mouth..., but sadly not the worst." He offered no apology, not that Loki expected him to.
"You've finished earlier than expected. Eager to spend a day with your woman I see." Loki kept his eyes on Stark this time.
"It gets lonely in here with just my hand for company. I'm sure you know all about that." Tony replied. Loki tried not to glare. Stark didn't know it, but Loki knew exactly what that was like a lot lately.
"I'll have her sent up, as promised." Loki continued. Stark didn't have any snide remark for that. Loki always kept his promises. "I'm sure I don't have to remind you what will happen if you attempt an escape." Loki turned back to the assorted tiny machine parts.
"If I had a dollar for every time you did, I'd be rich..., though technically I still am." Loki smirked. It was true. Stark still had his fortune though it was mostly used to supply Loki with anything he needed, or wanted. Loki hadn't allowed the economy to completely die.
Malls, minimarts, food chains, and other such businesses were still very much thriving. Their owners were people who had bowed to him easily and were properly registered.
Midgard still looked very much like the world it was before he'd come along. With Tony's technology, Loki was assured owner of all things. There was nothing that could happen across the globe that Loki couldn't see.
Except for those places that have gone dark.
It was quickly realized by resistant groups that Loki had eyes all over the media and Internet and so they ceased to use such things. Loki was forced to use his magic to locate anyone of high interest and sometimes that wasn't as easy as he'd like.
As much as Loki liked to believe he had Tony under his full control, he knew the inventor was untrustworthy. He did as Loki asked, but Loki was just waiting for the day when the catch would be revealed.
There were times when Loki would track down SHIELD covert bases using Stark's enchanted technology, but somehow the Agents would flee before Loki's guards could capture them. He couldn't prove it, but Loki was sure Tony had something to do with that.
Loki took one last look at the parts scattered about Stark's room and left.
Sneaking through her own home seemed awkward, but necessary. Cephera made her way to her sister's private bedroom barefoot and cautious.
With one look around to make sure no one saw her, she slipped into Seraphina's room and eased the door shut. "If Krystoff comes looking for me, I'm not here. You haven't seen me." Cephera told her sister putting a finger to her lips to indicate quiet.
"Trouble in paradise?" Seraphina teased turning from her spot at her desk where she was sharpening one of her weapons.
"Paradise has become a flash-flood." Cephera groaned and bowed her head at the thought of her doomed relationship with Krystoff Fevour.
"Just tell him to piss off." Her elder twin shrugged.
"Centuries Sera! Centuries worth of relationship going to ruin." Cephera shook her head and grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging it painfully. She closed her eyes against the headache forming through frustration.
"What you have with him isn't a relationship." Seraphina promptly noted.
"Oh really? Then what is it?" Cephera pressed her hands to her hips and pursed her lips.
"A convenient arrangement that just happened to start off with great sex." Seraphina shrugged.
"I hate how you just sum up my relationship that way."
"Hate it because it's true?" Cephera frowned. Maybe it was true. She never felt fully attached to Krystoff. She didn't exactly long to see him every moment of the day. The only thing they had in common was their goal to have a child, which they'd failed at year after year.
"I never agreed with this deal to begin with." Seraphina continued, that disapproving look on her face that mirrored the same way from centuries ago.
Cephera frowned. She knew what deal her sister meant. Back when they were teenagers, they'd been brought to Mechanova by Seraphina's father, King Yorin.
He took Cephera along to ensure Seraphina's loyalty, but he quickly explained that she couldn't stay.
She was given a choice.
She could go back to Earth and Seraphina could visit her once a year, or Cephera could make herself useful. Of course, the only way to be useful to his people was to have children with them.
Seraphina tried to convince Cephera that a yearly visit wasn't such a bad thing. But Cephera wanted more. She liked the idea of a family and didn't want to grow old away from her sister. She decided to find herself a partner among the Mechanovians.
Life became complicated after that. There were things about herself she hadn't known yet. She never expected to be alive for centuries, still no children, and now looked back at her past with regret.
"I think I want to return to Earth." Cephera told her elder twin.
"Your friends will be happy to see you. Krystoff, however, will not like you leaving." Seraphina replied a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. Cephera knew her sister didn't like Krystoff. He was conceited and possessive.
"I know," Cephera sighed. "I can't stay here right now. Krystoff's so..., so...," Cephera didn't know the word she was looking for, but she knew that what she was feeling was something she needed space from.
"Then go," her sister gave her a smile. Seraphina never returned to Earth. She had too much to deal with in Mechanova and humanity was a part of her that she didn't want to revisit.
"Don't let him follow me." Cephera begged.
"He doesn't have the ability to." Seraphina reminded her. "He hasn't a stone," Cephera felt a small amount of pressure release from her tense shoulders. She relaxed for the first time that morning since retreating from his bedroom.
Cephera thought of the tranquility she'd find there in the presence of her friends. This time she had no intentions of returning to Mechanova. In a way she felt bad for not telling Krystoff to his face. To inform him that she would no longer be his lover. The reality was, if she told him he'd cause quite a scene and she was afraid her resolve to leave would break and she'd stay.
No! She wouldn't stay. She had to leave. This life was not what she had hoped it would be. She needed to move on.



Hahaha. You are not the only one in this boat. :p

Yasumi Yasumi

Then anticipation is killing me lol I know you like to build up to it and I love that but I keep reading and thinking "oh god just realize you love her already" lmao

fraychan fraychan

I had not realized, I shall fix it. :0

There were so many more variables to look at that I hadn't considered until I began writing. :p

Yasumi Yasumi

Lol u realize u labeled chapter 3 as chapter 4 right? And ya I can see that. Its such a vastly different phenomenon that its hard to imagine precisely how itd be, realistically

fraychan fraychan


I have returned indeed!
I'm liking this so far as well. Trying to create a new world in which Loki rules is not as easy as I thought, which makes it super fun. :)

Yasumi Yasumi