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loudstan · 3 years

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Epiphany

A collection of NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5) (pt. 6) (pt. 7) (pt. 8) (pt. 9)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.

Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: future smut

Before you got to finish your sentence, your phone was removed from your hand. You turn around to see Doyoung standing, staring at your phone in his hand, before turning it off and throwing it to the couch.

“Don’t talk to other males when your mate is right here.”

You opened your mouth to say something but finally decided against it, waiting to see what he would do first. Would he act the way he did that time when he bit you? What was he thinking? Could he even think coherently while in heat?

“Y/n,” his voice called for you.

“Y-yeah,” your throat felt so dry you had a hard time formulating a simple reply like that.

“Let’s talk,” he said and sat down again.

Now that is something you didn’t see coming. Wasn’t he supposed to be horny? Wasn’t he going to make a move? Why were you disappointed? Control yourself Y/n! You’re mad at him. If he’s willing to talk now then it’s a great chance for you to break the bond and end things.

“Okay,” you said sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “Is there anything you want to say?”

“When did you and Taeyong become close?”

“Seriously? That’s what you want to talk about?” you stared at him in disbelief, but he just stared back, his normally dark eyes showing a slight reddish shade. It was better not to anger him in this state. “He helped me get home that day when we...uh, you know.”

“When we what?” he asked.

“You know what I mean,” you said rolling your eyes.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you remind me?” he was teasing you for sure, but his expression remained serious. You were not going to humor him.

“The day you ran away with cum in your pants,” you finally said. You thought he would be embarrassed or at least pissed, but he just continued staring at you, his fingertips tapping on his knee.

“Ah, yes of course. I remember now; you had a very intense orgasm too, didn’t you?” his voice lowered an octave and you visibly shivered, frustrated that he had this much effect on you with his voice only. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, “Oh god and you smelled just like this.”

Great.Now you were wet. You just looked away like that would make the embarrassment disappear.

“It felt good, right baby?” you heard him shifting and even without looking you knew he was slowly crawling towards your end of the couch. “Imagine how good it woulf feel without those stupid clothes in the way-”

“You left me, Doyoung,” you spit back, finally looking at him. He halted his movements and you continued. “Yeah, you made me feel all those things but then you abandoned me. If you were not willing to take responsibility, then you shouldn’t have started anything in the first place.”

He moved back to his end of the couch, but said nothing. He knew it was your turn to talk.

“Taeyong helped me, listened to me and took care of me when you should have done it. So yes, I got close to him while he was cleaning after your mess!” you yelled.

“But that doesn’t mean you can let him bite you!” he yelled back.

You stared at each other in silence for half a minute.

“What?”, you finally asked. “Why would he bite me?”

“He told me you asked him for help to break our bond,” he said bitterly.

“Yeah, so?” you still didn’t get his point.

“So you know by now that being bitten by a… stronger alpha,” he said the last part through clenched teeth and cleared his throat, “like a pack leader, would mean he claimed you as his mate and nullify my mark.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at his beautiful face. He seemed as tired and frustrated as you, but what surprised you was that he could be this insecure when comparing himself to another werewolf.

“You got it all wrong, Doyoung. The reason I want to break the bond is not because I would rather be Taeyong’s mate,” he visibly flinched at that, but remained silent. “It’s because I respect myself enough to not want to be with someone who doesn’t want me.”

“I do want you-”

“I’m not finished,” you warned him and he closed his mouth and bit his lip. It was almost adorable how almighty TA Doyoung sat on your couch, so vulnerable and obedient. “If you wanted me you should have valued me.”

He looked down at his lap, but said nothing.

“Still, I wouldn’t ask Taeyong to bite me,” you said and he quickly raised his head to look at you, almost relieved. “Not because of you, but because that would deprive him of the opportunity to meet his real mate. I guess you forgot a full moon potion can also get rid of an unwanted bond.”

Doyoung stared at you dumbfounded as you stood up and went to the kitchen. He was so blinded by jealousy, he forgot there were potions out there that could solve basically anything.

“Taeyong helped me make this,” you said, showing him a little jar containing a black liquid. “If I drink it I won’t feel attached to you anymore and I can go on with my life.”

“Then what should I do with what I feel?”

“I made one for you too, I’m not that cruel. Taeyong was going to deliver it to you, but I guess since you came all the way over here I can give it to you directly,” you handed him the potion but he didn’t take it.

“I don’t want it,” he said, blinking away some tears and looking away from you.

“Doyoung,” you sighed, leaving the jar on the table, “why would you torture yourself like that? Just drink it and start over.”

“Start over?” he asked incredulously, “You are my mate, I will never feel this way about anybody else. A potion can’t change that.”

“That’s your heat talking.”

“It 's not!”

“Yes it is! Just like that time; you only bit me because you were horny!”

“Because YOU make me horny. Do you think I just woke up feeling like fucking a random person? IT HAS TO BE YOU!”

“BECAUSE OF YOUR HEAT!”

“I WAS NOT IN HEAT THAT DAY! I SIMPLY HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU. IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE?!”

“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TAKING CARE OF ME INSTEAD OF TAEY-”

With a growl, Doyoung grabbed your arm harshly and pulled you on the couch, hovering over you. His face was so close you could feel him panting heavily against your lips while his now red eyes scanned you predatorily.

“Say his name one more time. I fucking dare you.”

You wanted to give yourself to him completely, but you didn’t want to repeat the same mistake.

“What now? Are you going to use me to get off and leave me again?”

“Quite the opposite. I won’t lay a finger on you,” he replied and stood up, walking towards the kitchen. “Is it okay if I get a glass of water?” he asked as he looked for a glass without waiting for an answer.

You sat up and stared at him with your eyes wide open and your heart beating like crazy. What the hell was that?!

“You look confused, y/n,” he said when he came back with his glass of water. “Are you disappointed?”

“O-of course not!” you lied, “It’s just...You’re in heat-”

“And you think that means I will just fuck anyone to satisfy myself. Just like you think a wolf can’t make his own choices when he’s imprinted,” he said and took a sip of water. “But I’ll show you my heat doesn’t take my free will away from me.”

“Well, it’s not something you can control.”

“We’ll see about that,” he replied as he left his now empty glass next to the full moon potion. He looked down at you with eyes full of determination and said:

“I’ll spend my heat right here, looking at you, smelling how wet you are and pretending I can’t hear you touching yourself at night but, like I said, I won’t lay a single finger on you.”

#doyoung #kim doyoung #nct doyoung #doyoung smut #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct imagines #nct drabbles

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mpmwrites · 6 years

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So we’ve got some Jealous Hankvin. T for swearing!

Gavin practically bounced as he pushed himself off the couch and away from Hank's side, "Jake." He beamed at the other man who'd let himself into Tina's basement from the back door, stepping close for an affectionate hug. Hank looked away from his place on the couch back to the cards scattered on the table.

He wasn't drunk enough to want to deal with this, and probably not sober enough to handle it in a reasonable way.

Because, when Gavin collapsed back onto the couch, one leg folded under to him, Jake followed, and planted himself on Gavin's other side. And maybe Gavin was sitting directly between them, but he was definitely leaning more toward his old friend and hanging on to his every word. He listened as Gavin offered compliments and asked about Jake's work and if he had a boyfriend.

Apparently, Jake hadn't had a steady in a few years. This revelation prompted sympathy from Gavin in the form of Gavin's palm resting on Jake's thigh.

"What the hell have you been doing? I don't know anyone in the DPD that's this ripped, and you work at a desk." Gavin laughed. Hank took a hard swallow from his beer. Around them, the game proceeded with laughter and at least three people talking over each other; Tina's husband had just won. Cards were returned to the table as everyone helped restack them in the game box. Hank stood and ambled off in the direction of the bathroom, and when he returned Gavin didn't seem to notice he'd even left, save for the fact that he had moved.

Well, he hadn't moved so much as Jake had moved, because Tina was now smooshed onto the couch on the intruder's other side, so Jake had moved closer to Gavin so that there wasn't an inch of space between the three of them. Hank had seen Tina and Gavin sit in a similar way before, usually while drinking, but the presence of the other man was an unwelcome addition. The three were focused on Jake's phone, laughing at old pictures of the three of them, but were pulled back to the group to start the next game.

They proceeded on like that for a few hours: Hank drinking as Gavin leaned across Jake's lap each turn, everyone laughing, and absolutely nobody but Hank finding fault in the younger detective's actions. By one in the morning, everyone was winding down. Chris had left, knowing his wife was home with the baby alone, who still didn't sleep through the night. Five rounds into Clue, Tina's husband won again, bragging that he'd beaten a bunch of detectives at a game about homicide.

"Yeah, but Clue isn't really about homicide. It's about paying attention and making statistically likely guesses." Tina joked, tossing her cards on the table and pushing herself off the couch. Jake followed, stretching.

"How are you old people up so late?" he grinned. Hank absolutely did not take offense as the oldest person in the room. "I'm gonna take off before I'm too tired to drive." He explained, offering a hand to pull Gavin up to stand. They embraced, and when they separated a warm kiss was planted on Gavin's cheek.

Hank watched as his not-boyfriend actually pouted and begged to know when Jake was going to be around again. He gave a noncommittal answer and another hug by way of a goodbye and disappeared out the door. Hank watched the door slide shut and then stood as well. He was going to grab another beer when Gavin turned to him, grinning and standing close, "Ready to go?"

Hank didn't have the coherence to do anything other than mutter some form of assent and say his goodbyes to Tina. Gavin did the same before he reached into Hank's pocket without warning to take his keys. Tina laughed out a warning about Gavin's poor driving as they left.

Once they were seated in the car, Gavin put the keys in the ignition but paused, "Thank you for coming with me."

"Well, you did all but beg." Hank shrugged as he pulled on his seatbelt.

"Tina told me to get you to come." Gavin admitted, Hank frowned at him, but then glared out the window. "I'm sorry. I know you said this wasn't supposed to get around the precinct, but she's my fucking best friend and I wasn't about to lie to her. And she's not telling anyone." He babbled defensively.

"Tina's a nice girl. It's fine that she knows, I guess." Hank shrugged but didn't look at Gavin. He held tension in his shoulders and clenched his jaw. He told himself not to let this get to him, that he was being unreasonable, that the argument wasn't worth it. He held his tongue, but couldn't will himself not to think about it. Because, yeah, he wanted this whole thing to be their business only, but that didn't mean that it was something he wasn't invested in. Didn't mean that he didn't think that they were exclusive.

"Hank." Gavin probed warily, shaking his head. He was beginning to anger himself. He knew he couldn't take Tina's knowledge back and should have respected Hank's wishes in the first place, but… "I'm allowed to be happy about this. About you." He demanded petulantly. He was going to argue further when Hank spoke again.

"If you're so damn here for it, and so ready to tell your friends, why couldn't you bother to make sure he knew?" He seethed. He didn't raise his voice, and talking about it only made it feel worse. "You can't have it both ways, Reed. If you want to go out and flirt with…" He waved vaguely, "Don't ask me to come watch, and don't expect me to sit around waiting for my turn." The look on Gavin's face is enough to tell him he really should have kept his mouth shut. Confusion, offense, embarrassment, and hurt cross the brunette's face one after the other.

"How is it that when I treat Tina like that it's all fine but when it's a guy it's different? Christ, I'm in the car with you. I'm going home with you. I don't fucking know what you want from me. Jake, Tina, and I have been friends since before high school; so yeah, we're fucking close." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, then balled his hand into a fist briefly. "And you know what, maybe if this didn't have to be some big gay secret, he would already know, but that's not going to change the way we treat each other."

Hank, in his inebriation, slowly swayed into understanding and then directly to guilt. He scratched slowly at his jaw, trying to formulate some kind of apology for assuming the worst in Gavin. Instead, he dropped a peace offering, "Tell whoever you want." he shrugged, as if it didn't mean anything.

It meant a lot. It meant his first committed relationship since he and his wife split. It meant moving on from her and, in some awful way, Cole too. It meant that maybe he could try to have more sober nights than blackouts. Everyone at work would see him differently, and in a very sudden way. It meant that he had to really, really, want to commit to Gavin.

He did.

Gavin was left speechless for a long moment, collecting his thoughts. "I don't know what that means."

"Hell, Gav, it means that you can go tell Tina or Jake or your fucking cat, or even Fowler for all I care. You are allowed to be happy about it, and I'd like for people to know who's making you happy." Hank sighed deeply, " I was drinking, and I didn't know, and you've never lit up like that for me before, and I guess that's my fault, because I didn't fucking let you." He didn't meet the younger man's eyes, but sat in the wake of his apology as Gavin started the engine. Before he put the car in gear though, he leaned over with one hand on the steering wheel and captured Hank's chin, pulling the older detective into a gentle kiss. When Gavin made to retreat, Hank threaded a hand into the hair at the back of Gavin's neck and continued the kiss, making the younger grin widely against his lips.

They parted carefully and Gavin sank back into the driver's seat, pleased. "I can tell anyone." He confirmed as he buckled his seatbelt and put the car in gear. He pulled away from the curb carefully and Hank nodded. Gavin produced a sly smile, "Can we start with the barista at Starbucks?" Hank laughed,

"Why would she need to know?"

"I just want coffee." Gavin shrugged.

"It's too late for coffee. You'll be up all night."

"Hank, I think we both know that the coffee isn't what's gonna keep me up all night."

#hankvin #hank x gavin #fanfiction #dbh #detroit become human #jealousy

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imagine-loki · 7 years

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Loki and the Minion

TITLE: Loki and the Minion

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter-2

AUTHOR: latent-thoughts ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki hiring you as his manager while he slowly takes over Midgard again. You are to manage his PR, his daily schedule, and you also are his guide to everything Midgardian. He doesn’t make it easy for you, though. He causes trouble, doesn’t listen to your advice very often, and in general, annoys and intimidates you. He is the God of Mischief after all, and you are the nearest target available to him. You suffer through his antics because he pays well and also, you don’t know what might befall you if you refuse him. He is kinda scary after all.

RATING: T for now, will definitely change later.

NOTES/WARNINGS: None

A/N: Loki will use everything in his arsenal to get what he wants… (Thank you for the positive response, everyone. <3 )

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“You want me to what?”

He narrowed his eyes, though still answered her patiently enough. “To represent me, in general, and to manage certain arenas of my daily life in this realm, in specific.”

Elsa watched him with wide eyes. “But why me, of all the people on this planet?”

He tipped his chin up and smirked knowingly, choosing to pace in front of her instead of simply sitting down on the opposite sofa seat. “Let’s just say that I found you in a very convenient turn of events. I wasn’t certain that it would be you, initially. But you defended me in front of Stark and others, and that settled it for me.”

What was he even talking about? She had no memory doing that!

“Wait, I defended you? When?”

“Certain people were talking about the hearsay circulating on how I attacked the town hall and caused damage therein. And you happened to mention that I hadn’t attacked anyone, per se.”

Oh, that was true, but not in the sense that Loki was trying to project. Quite honestly, though, his version sounded logical. And that scared her. Did she defend a supervillain to others?

She decided to engage him a bit, seeing that he was in a chatty mood. Perhaps he actually wanted what he said he wanted from her. No murder involved…

“Yeah, you just left without a fight. Why?”

He turned to face her fully, and leveled her with a shrewd gaze that had her feeling nervous all over again.

“You have to choose your battles wisely.”

He was actually kind of…. right? She had no response to that comment, for it was astute as hell.

“But I wasn’t defending you, I was simply stating a fact,” she said, shifting the topic back to the point which brought him to her in the first place.

“Nevertheless, it means that you have ethics,” he stated with a shrug.

“You want someone ethical?”

What she actually wanted to ask was—a supervillain wanted someone with decency and morals? What a load of bullshit was that?

“And I want someone loyal.” He put great emphasis on ‘loyal’, as if he was trying to convey it to not just her, but himself as well. Then he gestured at her with his hands. “But that can be arranged. Now name your price.”

“My price?” That didn’t sound right…

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her heels making little squeaky noises as she did so.

“The price of your loyalty. And also, of your services.”

He finally chose to sit down and occupy the twin sofa in front of her, bringing his hands together to interlace his fingers as he did so. She felt better with him sitting; less intimidation to deal with.

“You’ll pay me?” Dumb question was dumb, indeed, but it needed to be asked.

He suddenly looked offended. “Of course, I don’t condone slavery.”

Said the one who was bent on making everyone kneel only a few months ago…

“What exactly will be my job, if I say yes, that is?” she asked apprehensively, “I mean, I want to know the details.”

He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, looking like a snake that was trying to decide whether to eat the mouse or not.

“You shall endeavor to meet all my needs and wants, give me counsel on the various peculiarities of Midgard, and more importantly, keep a ledger of my activities.”

“So, in short, you want me to be your manager?”

He hummed in confirmation, still with the same ‘hungry’ snake look, though. It wasn’t very reassuring, but perhaps, it was his resting bitch face.

“I—I need time… to think about your kind and gracious offer,” she managed to utter, wondering if the wording would placate him.

Much to her surprise, he nodded in understanding. “Think about it and let me know.”

He stood up then, and it appeared like he was planning to leave. Finally!

“Wait. How would I let you know?” It was a legitimate question, since she didn’t think supervillains had calling cards or even valid contact addresses or numbers. It was much less possible if the said supervillains were from outer space.

Loki walked over to her as she stood up, and handed her a big, shiny gold coin with intricate designs carved into it. She assumed them to be some kind of runes, though she wasn’t so sure.

“Tap the coin twice, and I’ll know,” he said as she took the coin in her grasp.

Well then, perhaps supervillains from outer space did have calling cards. Very different kind of calling cards, but still, legit towards their purpose.

“Okay,” she breathed, gulping nervously as he bent down to take her hand in his.

“You have a whole Midgardian day to decide, mortal. Choose wisely, and tell no one.” He kissed the back of her hand and then simply vanished into thin air, startling her.

“Yeah… I will,” she responded, still in shock, staring at the space where had stood only a second ago.

What the hell was happening with her life? How the hell was she supposed to deal with it?

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Elsa was busy. Really busy.

Busily busy bee…

Just tapping her fingers on the tabletop, doing just about nothing at all as a sort of understated commotion crept all over the tower.

No, there was one thing she was actively doing—worrying. And why?

Oh, nothing much, just a supervillain asking her to be his manager. Nothing much at all.

She ran her fingers through her hair several times, a nervous gesture she had inherited from her dad. Deliberation was done already, and it hadn’t helped her. She was still not sure what to do with Loki’s offer.

Not to mention that he had heavily laced it with his favorite ingredient of persuasion—threat.

In the morning, she thought about going to Stark to tell him of Loki’s offer, but something kept her from doing it. The Avengers were gathered at the tower, ready to deal with the fresh menace from Loki.

The only issue was… this time, he hadn’t so much as threatened the world but threatened the Avengers if they didn’t let him help save it. There was a world of difference in the very nature of his threat this time round.

And absolutely no one was talking about it.

Also, she had heard some strange whispers from the team of superheroes today. There was talk about Thor mentioning something akin to Loki not being ‘himself’ during the attack of New York. Whatever did that even mean?

Groaning to herself, she got up from her chair and went searching for her favorite coffee mug. It was time to have a brew.

She found the mug behind a sheaf of papers—news briefs she had recently printed to study, now forgotten—and turned around to head for the adjoining kitchenette.

Only, her path was blocked by a tall, dark figure. Loki…

She gasped and the mug slipped from her grip, hitting the floor. It broke into several pieces right at his feet.

“My mug…” she cried, her hand stuck mid-air, reaching for it.

Then her brain caught up with the fact that Loki was in her room. Loki was in her room while everyone searched for him outside the tower.

“Do you yearn for it?” he asked, crossing his arms while he examined the ceramic remains of her now broken mug in barely concealed disdain.

“Why are you here?” She ignored the issue of the mug entirely, as there were more things to worry about. Like, the possibility of being caught with Loki in her room. Or worse, the possibility of being abducted by him…

His gaze shifted from the broken mug to her face, and she noticed that he looked a bit pissed. “You didn’t tap the coin.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came by way of an answer. Her body trembled in fear as he grew more and more annoyed by the second, as if aggravated by her silence.

“You’re thinking of declining my offer,” he ground out, stepping over the ceramic shards and moving into her personal space. Not yet overtly threatening, but dangerously close to it.

Elsa broke into a sweat. “No, I… I’m still considering…”

Now he glared at her—a full on, shiver inducing glare. “One thing you must learn, mortal. It’s unwise to lie to me. I see your mind being made already, and it’s no surprise to me that you’d say no.”

She wanted to shake her head and deny his claim, but she just stood frozen in her spot as he continued.

“But consider this, I will give you more riches than even Stark can offer, and I will give you recognition that no insipid hero of yours can provide. Put some thought into it before you decide to abnegate this rare opportunity. You’d become sought after in your milieu, opening up doors for you which till now had been inaccessible.”

As he finished, she saw his point. She’d become the best known manager in the world, PR or otherwise, for handling a supervillain. Everyone would have mad respect for her. She’d get offers right and left. She might even create her own firm then…

“Ah, now you’re considering it,” he said, anger giving way to smugness. “You do see the merits of the position I offer you, don’t you?”

Elsa nodded, still hyped by the possibilities that lay ahead of her for her career. Perhaps she could do this…

She licked her suddenly very dry lips and tried to formulate a coherent and reasonable response to him.

“But I won’t be able to help you if you keep doing evil things. I mean, people despise you, and I don’t want to be hated upon by association.” She automatically cringed at her own words. Not how she had intended to convey her thoughts, but being this close to a person so dangerous and menacing as him was nearly wrecking her thought process.

Loki gave her a benign smile… as benign as he could manage, she supposed, for he still looked quite creepy. “I assure you, war or destruction isn’t my intent.”

“So you want to help the Avengers? Become a hero?” she asked tentatively.

He blinked and tilted his head, as if testing the idea in his head. “Something to the tune of that, yes.”

Great! Then it didn’t seem like a bad idea to promote him and project a new image for him. Bad boy turned good and all that jazz!

Elsa’s mind raced, and the more she thought about, the more she liked the challenge of turning Loki’s image around. It was even more of a challenge than managing Tony Stark.

Now, if only Loki would be amenable to her plans…

“I do like the idea of it.”

He nodded, waiting for her to explain further.

“But you’ll have to pay heed to my advice, and you know, do certain things I ask of you. We’ll have to work as a team.”

He hunched a bit as he rested a hand on the shelf behind her, moving closer to her so that his face was merely inches from hers. That single move from him had her heart jumping in her throat.

“You’re pleasant enough to not bother me, and I agree to give consideration to your suggestions.”

“Yeah… that’s good then.” Up close, she couldn’t help but notice how sharp and striking his features were. He was like a beautiful nightmare.

“Good, as in, you accept?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I… I still need to work some things out.”

Loki’s eyes widened, and for a brief moment there, he looked kind of heartbroken and sad. “So you cannot even say it in the affirmative to me? So, like everyone else who I came across, am I to regret putting my trust in you?”

“No… no, I didn’t mean that. You can trust me, alright,” she rushed to explain. “It’s just, I’ll have to put in my resignation, and announce my departure from Stark’s team. It takes a while, you know.”

He kept staring at her, and slowly, the heartbroken and hurt look was replaced by a ruthless and demanding one. Whoa!

“You don’t seem to be lying, so I’ll grant you the time you need. But first, I need you to take an oath of fealty to me.”

“An oath of fealty?” she all but squeaked. What was it, medieval times?

“Yes.”

She nodded. She could handle a simple oath.

“Well, okay, I promise to serve as your manager—”

“No, not in this manner.” He raised his hand up in a halting gesture. “Give me your hand.”

Cautiously, she put her hand in his, feeling awfully like she was making a deal with the devil. His hand—which looked freaking huge compared to hers—closed around hers, engulfing it, as he whispered something she couldn’t make out.

An electric charge seemed to flow from his hand and into hers. It freaked her out and she tried to pull her hand back. He had probably expected her to do so, because he kept her hand in his iron grip and didn’t let go.

Someone knocked on her office door, startling her so much that she bumped into Loki.

The electric charge grew painful for a second, then it died altogether.

Loki smiled at her, a creepy ass smile that he seemed to have trademarked. “It’s done. I’ll come for you later.”

Was that a threat or a promise? You couldn’t decide.

He disappeared in a puff of golden shimmers, just as the door opened and one of her juniors poked her head in.

“Why were you not answering, Elsa?” she asked, looking a bit worried. Then her gaze settled on something around her feet. “And why is your coffee mug lying on the floor?”

Elsa looked down in surprise, and indeed, found her coffee mug lying on the floor, unbroken.

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