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Day 1 - Role Reversal
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"I can feel you plotting."
Leaning back in his ergonomic office chair, Loki peers over his reading glasses at the divine figure standing in his open doorway.
You bat your eyes and give the mortal man before you your most innocent look, "Who? Me?"
An elegant eyebrow raises as Loki huffs under his breath, not falling for it. "Yes, you. I have a sixth sense when it comes to you and mischief."
"Mischief?" You gasp, hand to your chest. With a swish of your hips, you walk into the room like you own it.
Loki pushes his chair back away from his desk as he watches you glide across his office. He can't help but admire the grace and elegance you exude. Draped in a white linen peplos that fell only to mid thigh (giving Loki a generous eye full of your shapely legs), a golden belt resting dangerously low on your luscious hips and leather sandals with straps wrapped all the way up your well muscled calves, you are the perfect image of Classical Greek beauty.
Forget Helen of Troy. The worlds most beautiful woman was standing before him right now.
"I would never lower myself to causing something so minor as mischief." You smirk, reaching out to set a golden apple on the corner of Loki's desk. From his place, Loki could just make out the words "For The Fairest One" sparkling on the skin of the Apple of Discord. You step in front of him, blocking his view of anything but you. Still smirking, you hike up your skirt and climb onto Loki's lap.
"What are you up to?" Loki asks as you straddle his legs, your knees next to his hips and your bottom resting on his thighs.
"Chaos." You chuckle, a soft seductive sound that makes Loki's heart race. "I love causing chaos and I'm about to create some with you, my love."
Loki sighs and offers a token protest as you pluck his reading glasses off his nose and toss them into the desk, "Eris No!"
"Eris Yes!" You grin down at your mortal lover before leaning in to ravish his mouth.
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"Come on, Darcy. One date. That's all I need."
"No, Chad!" Darcy snaps, trying to maneuver her heavy cart laden with new science equipment around the Avengers Compound's biggest headache. Chad was a sexual harassment lawsuit just waiting to happen. Over the course of his first month here he had hit on no less then a dozen women, including every female Avenger. He'd struck out every time but never seemed to learn. Now his sights were set on Darcy.
"Baby, don't be like that." Chad simpered, stepping in front of the cart again.
Darcy grit her teeth, wishing she had the strength to run this douchebag over with the cart, "Move! I need to get this down to the lab."
Chad opened his mouth but before he could pour out more sleaze his eyes went wide and he screamed like a little girl. Darcy could only stand and stare as Chad started jumping up and down while shaking his leg. He looked like one of those inflatable tube men that waved their arms outside car dealerships. Everyone in the massive entry hall of the main Avengers building stopped and watched as Chad started slapping at his leg before grabbing his crotch and undoing his pants. Chad reached down the front of his pants, screeching "IT'S BITING ME!"
When security arrived, alerted by the front desk, they found Chad with his slacks around his ankles and his hands down the front of his boxers, sobbing and screaming about something trying to eat his privates. In front of nearly twenty people, Chad yanked down his boxers..... to reveal nothing but his inadequacy.
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Leaning on the railing of the overhead walkway, you enjoy the show playing out below. The head of security shouts at Chad to 'cover your shame' while several guards try to clear the room of onlookers. You spot several cellphones recording from different angles and know that those videos are going to spread like wildfire. Serves him right for messing with your Darcy.
"Eris."
The smile drops from your face and you groan, "Captain."
Standing up, you turn to face the disappointed glare of one Captain Peggy Carter. Her arms are crossed over her red, white and blue spangled chest and you can see the shape of her famous shield behind her head.
You raise an eyebrow and lean your hip against the rail, "Hera gave me those disapproving glares all the time and they never worked for her. They're not going to work for you."
Peggy sighs, trying to maintain her air of authority, "Was that really necessary?"
"Absolutely." You say with confidence, flicking your wrist. The Apple of Discord appears in your hand. Just minutes ago you had transformed it into a tiny mouse that just so happened to run up Chad's pant leg. Such a shame it decided to bite him from ankle to groin.
Glancing down at the sobbing asshole being lead away by security, his pants back in place, you smirk, "He's HR's problem now." You turn to look at Carter and snort, "Come on Peg. You can't say the little weasel didn't deserve it."
Peggy's resolve cracks and she sighs, "Yes. He did." A Cheshire like grin spreads across your face. "But it was still wrong. As Avengers we are supposed to be above such actions."
You roll your eyes, "Come on! Loosen your girdle, Cap!"
Peggy shakes her head and squares her shoulders, back to business, "I came to find you because we have a mission."
"Of course we do." You huff before standing up straight. In an instant your white peplos turns black. A bronze cuirass forms over your chest and a pair of greaves wrap around your shins. You twirl your golden apple and it transforms into a eight foot long gold spear. You nod towards Captain Carter and gesture with your spear down the hall, towards the airfield and the Quinjet undoubtedly waiting for you, "Lead on Captain. Onward to victory!"
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"By the wings of the Erotes!"
Collapsing back into the bed, you gasp for air as your heart tries to pound it's way out of your chest, "You.... are no mortal man!"
Laying beside you, Loki chuckles even as he too tries to catch his breath, "I assure you.... I am one hundred percent mortal."
"You can't be." You groan, your body still singing from the pleasure Loki gave you, "I've been with Gods and Demigods, Titans and Primordials and not one of them ever made me feel this way!"
Loki can't help the grin that spreads across his face as you stroke his ego.... and other parts of him, "Haven't you had enough yet?"
You hum as you curl closer to his side and slide your hand up and down Loki's well muscled chest, "Never! I'll never get enough of you, my love." You lean in and plant kisses across his skin.
"Woman!" Loki groans as you nibble on his pecs before crawling on top of him and pressing your nakedness against his. You suck bruises onto his neck as you grind your hips against his, smirking against his throat as you feel Loki grow aroused again. "You're going to be the death of me!" Loki huffs.
"No!" You sigh, lifting your face so that it hovers over his, staring deep into his beautiful green eyes, "I'm going to be the life of you! We're going to live a life worth living! One of boundless happiness and endless pleasure! Of quiet moments and booming laughter."
Loki reaches up and wipes a tear you didn't realize was there from your cheek, "My love?"
"All my life I've been treated like a monster." You whisper, fighting back more tears, "I was the Goddess of Chaos. The bringer of discord and strife. The reason every bad thing happened.... and then you come along.... with your easy smile and silver tongue." You smile as one more tear escapes, "You didn't see a monster or a Goddess. You saw a woman.... worth loving."
Even as he wipes the tear away, Loki can feel his own tears stinging his eyes, "Because you are worth loving. You are an amazing woman.... and anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool."
You stare into Loki's eyes for a moment before lunging forward and capturing his lips. Loki groans, threading his fingers through your hair. The two of you wrestle with just your lips and tongue, fighting for dominance and ending in a draw.
Leaning back, you grin down at him, "I want a baby!"
"What?" Loki's head spins from the lack of oxygen and the emotional whiplash of the last few minutes. "You can't be serious."
"I am!" You say as you grind your hips against his, seeking to regain the arousal lost in your emotional moment, "I want your baby.... right now!"
Loki groans as his body responds to your movements, "Eris no!"
"Eris yes!"
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