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When Jarvis asks if he should alert the others, Natasha responds that no, that won’t be necessary, and presses her thumb against Loki’s windpipe.
“I’m starting to get tired of you showing up uninvited,” she says.
Loki has his hand on Natasha’s wrist, but his grip is lax. “And would you ever extend an invitation?” he says, his voice only slightly strained.
Natasha doesn’t answer, instead choosing to press Loki down into the bed, her hand still on his throat. “Were you watching me sleep?”
“I didn’t intend to,” Loki says.
Natasha looks down into his eyes for a long moment. Loki stares up at her, unblinking.
Slowly, Natasha eases the pressure on his throat, but she doesn’t move her hand away. She ripples her fingers over his pulse point, and Loki makes a small sound. “You’re so easy,” she murmurs.
She waits for him to make some sharp reply, but Loki only closes his eyes. His lips move, and Natasha almost misses what he says. “Please.”
Natasha draws back quickly. “I think you should go,” she says, turning away.
Then his hands are on her, not to grab her, not to force her down-just touching, his fingers tracing paths down her body that his lips follow. For a moment, she’s too surprised to react. She was expecting a fight, not this sudden tenderness.
“What are you so afraid of?” he says, into her ear. Trying, perhaps, to turn her pride against her. A weak effort. Where is that acerbic tongue he used against her when they first met?
Natasha places her hand on Loki’s shoulder, intending to push him away. She doesn’t mean to look at Loki, but her eyes turn, against her will, toward him. She finds him not guarded, as he always is in her bed, but open and needing.
At the beginning of this, Natasha held control. Loki came to her, begging with his touch. Now, even with Loki asking for this, she’s not sure that she hasn’t lost control.
Natasha brings her free hand up to Loki’s face, touching the tips of her fingers to his lips. She could get sex from just about anyone she wanted. She’s never had trouble finding partners who can satisfy her in bed. But she’s never had this-this unnamable something that she and Loki have. Natasha hasn’t forgotten that Loki is dangerous. She’s still cautious, will keep her guard up. Loki’s not going to get to her.
So she lets Loki touch her, lets him take his time with her. She only refuses to let him remain in her bed afterward.
Loki starts to leave, but then he pulls her close, hugging her from behind and pressing a kiss against her neck.
“What the hell are you doing?” Natasha says, going stiff in his arms. She let him touch her, yes, but there are lines he’s not allowed to cross.
Loki doesn’t answer, but he releases her. Natasha waits for him to disappear. She can feel him close to her-and then he’s gone.
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He’s not in love with her; of that much, she’s certain. Loki regards love with the same disdain she does. No, this isn’t love, or even lust. Loki could sleep with anyone he wanted, and he does. Natasha has tracked Loki through crowded clubs for SHIELD, and she’s seen him go home with women and men. Once she watched Loki, in female form, press another woman up against the bar and bring her to orgasm, in full view of everyone. No one but Natasha had seen, because Loki had only wanted her to see.
They’ve been doing this for months, and Natasha can count the number of full sentences they’ve spoken to each other in that time. Even that first time, when Natasha was following Loki through an extravagant party neither of them had been invited to, they came together in near silence. What they do-it’s not something to be spoken aloud. Not something that can be spoken. It is there when they touch and immediately gone when they part, a thing without a name.
Clint doesn’t say anything, not at first, but he doesn’t have to. They know each other too well. He’s figured out that there’s someone. Natasha can see it in his eyes when they talk, can sense it in the pauses when he doesn’t ask.
Until he does. “So are you ever going to introduce us to this guy? Cause I know he comes to the Tower to fuck you,” Clint says, as they’re leaving SHIELD headquarters.
Natasha glances back to see how closely the others are following. They’re far enough away that they haven’t heard.
“They’re going to find out eventually,” Clint says. “I’m pretty sure Jarvis knows.”
Natasha knows that threatening to maim or kill Clint won’t do any good, so she doesn’t bother. “It’s not that kind of thing.” She quickens her pace, but Clint keeps up with her.
“You mean, not a committed relationship? I’m shocked, Nat; I always pictured you getting hitched and living in a nice suburban home with 2.5 kids.” He grins at her. She doesn’t smile back. “So what is it, then?”
“It’s sex,” she says. “That’s it.”
The others are getting too close to them, close enough to hear. God knows Tony has some kind of supernatural ability to sense when someone’s talking about sex. Clint wisely shuts up.
He comes to her bedroom later. He’s not grinning now. “Does he love you?” he asks.
“I told you, it’s not like that,” Natasha says, turning away from him. “Just drop it, Clint.”
Clint comes up behind her. “This guy really gets under your skin, doesn’t he?”
Natasha presses her lips together. This was never something to be spoken of.
“It’s not so bad, Nat,” he says, quietly.
“What?”
“Loving someone.”
Natasha stands at the window, waiting for Clint to leave. When he doesn’t, she says, “I wouldn’t know.”
Clint chuckles. “You can pull that shit with everyone else and they’ll believe you.” He puts his hand on her shoulder, and Natasha stares steadfastly forward. “But I know you.”
Slowly, Natasha turns to look at him. “It’s not a problem,” she says, shrugging off his hand. “It’s not going to interfere in my work.”
Clint shakes his head. “Yeah, okay. Right.” He starts to leave, but he stops in the doorway to look back at her. She thinks he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t.
Once he’s gone, Natasha lies back on her bed and just breathes.
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“Shit. Behind you, Widow.”
Natasha turns, ready to take on another one of Amora’s minions, but she finds Loki. There’s no guarantee that Loki’s here to help them, so Natasha keeps her guard up.
Loki doesn’t say anything, just gives her lingering look before he disappears. “Hawkeye?” she says.
“Hang on,” Clint says. “Looks like he’s joining Amora.”
“Great,” Tony says. “I’m on it.”
Natasha’s useless against Loki and Amora’s magic, but she gets to where she last saw Amora as quickly as she can. Tony aims a repulsor blast at Amora; she casts it aside, carelessly. Her eyes are on Loki, and there’s a smirk on her lips.
“Loki!” Thor’s trying to get to his brother, but Skurge hauls him back.
“I did hope you’d reconsider my offer,” Amora says, reaching her hand toward Loki.
Loki smiles-and then something happens, a movement too quick for Natasha to catch, but Amora’s screaming in rage and her body is bound in crackling ropes of energy. “She should be more manageable now,” Loki says. His voice is in their com, but he’s looking at Natasha.
Skurge throws aside Thor and tries to go after Loki, but Loki vanishes.
With Amora subdued, they round up her minions with minimal difficulty. Thor grins as he punches Skurge in the face. “You see, my shield brothers, how Loki has changed,” he says. “I will return Amora and the rest to Asgard. They should pose no further threat to Earth.”
Natasha says nothing during the post-battle briefing at SHIELD, and she leaves her teammates without a word once they’re back at the Tower.
She’s not surprised to find Loki in her room.
“Get out,” she says, as she starts to strip out of her jumpsuit. It will need repairs and cleaning, but all Natasha wants to do now is wash the blood and dirt off her body and rest.
“Did you not appreciate my help?” Loki says.
Natasha crosses the room to the bathroom, where the shower is already running. “Thank you,” she says, coolly. “I’m sure Thor would like to thank you, as well.” She steps into the shower, not sparing Loki even a glance.
The hot water runs over her body, and she closes her eyes.
“It would have been very difficult for you to defeat Amora alone.” Loki’s in the shower with her. Probably naked, but Natasha doesn’t open her eyes to check. “You needed my help.”
Natasha looks back at him. “You didn’t come here for my praise,” she says. She reaches for the soap, but Loki picks it up and lathers it between his hands. “Are you looking to join the team?”
She braces herself against the wall of the shower, and Loki begins to wash her body. “Would you have me?” he asks. She can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Why not? You have your uses.”
He rolls her nipples between his fingers, and she bites back a whimper. “Yes,” he agrees. “But would the others have me?” Loki moves his hand down her stomach. “Would he tolerate fighting with me by his side?” His fingers slide in between the folds of Natasha’s cunt, and she lets out a strained breath.
She doesn’t need to ask who Loki’s talking about. He’s always been there, always on the edge of this. “You wouldn’t care,” she says.
“You would,” Loki says. He’s withdrawn his hand to return to washing her. “You didn’t want me there today.”
Natasha gives a tiny shrug. “I don’t always like Stark, but I can work with him.”
“You’re not fucking Stark.” Loki presses up against her and puts her mouth close to her ear. “And Stark never took your precious Hawk apart.”
Natasha throws Loki off. “I could have the others here in minutes,” she says. “You want to push this?”
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“There are things he doesn’t know,” she says. She should be alerting Jarvis-but this isn’t something for the others. This is her mistake to correct.
Loki pulls her forward into the shower stream and puts his hand on her forehead, tilting her head back, so that her hair gets soaked. “Things you don’t want him to know,” he says, tangling his fingers in her wet hair. “That you let the devil into your bed. And why, Natasha?”
Natasha yanks his hand away, hissing when his fingers catch in her hair. “You were a good fuck,” she says. “But I kept letting you come back, because you’re so desperate for me to touch you. You wish I loved you.”
He nods. “Perhaps. But you need me as much as I need you.”
Natasha shuts off the water and steps out of the shower. She’s hardly cleaner than she was when she got in, but she doesn’t care. She throws on a robe. “Is that what you tell yourself, every time you come to me?”
Loki appears before her. “You want him to believe that you changed,” he says. “You know you haven’t.”
Natasha walks past him, into the bedroom.
“You are still the woman he was sent to kill,” Loki says. “You’ve been trying to earn the life that he gave you, but you never changed. Not deep down.”
Natasha turns around. “Jarvis!”
“I’ve alerted the others,” the AI responds. “They’re on their way.”
Loki grabs Natasha. “I am more than happy to be your demon.” He kisses her, roughly, and then lets her fall to the ground.
He’s gone, of course, by the time the others burst into her room. Clint helps her up. “What the hell happened, Tash?”
Natasha looks up at him. “I thought-I made a mistake. It’s all right.”
Steve checks her room over, and they all ask her if she’s sure she’s okay.
“Yes,” she rasps. “I just need to be alone.”
It takes another ten minutes for her to convince the others that she really is okay.
They file out of the room, Clint last. “If you need me,” he says.
She nods, and then she’s alone.
Natasha doesn’t know why Loki chose to cling to her, when he could have chosen someone who would give him the worship he wants. Even Loki has his fans, unstable as some of them are. They wouldn’t resist him or deny him love.
But it wouldn’t be enough, not for him. He saw the darkness in her and he wanted to pull it out into the light.
Natasha gets into bed. He will tire of her, sooner or later. The game will cease to be fun, and he will drop her, like a toy that has grown dull.
Loki may be a god who has lived for centuries, but Natasha is infinitely patient. She can wait.
Sometime in the night, she feels the weight of a body in her bed. An arm pulls her close. Natasha keeps her eyes shut and pretends to sleep.
He will be gone in the morning, and it will be as if he was never there.
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I love this!
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I loved the noncon cuddling. Loki, you are a mess.
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Excellent story.
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