A/N: It started as a one-shot based on the above two prompts, but it grew as I wrote it. Now it's a full fledged story, though short. Mostly smutty, with a rare side of feels.

WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content. Highly dubious consent stuff here (No physical abuse, though).

BASED ON THE FOLLOWING 2 PROMPTS FROM THE IMAGINE LOKI TUMBLR:-
Both you and Loki live in the Avengers Tower. One day, when he's bored and in a very bad mood, you accidentally brush up against him in passing. He presses you into the wall and whisper some dark, threatening and naughty things in your ear. To your horror (and his surprise) you find it way more arousing than it should be.

Imagine that, when Loki is brought to the Tower for his punishment, everyone is afraid of him and avoids him. You are no exception, but still, in the heat of the moment, you find yourself tangled in sheets underneath Loki's strong body as he fucks you. It was a one night stand and after that, you try to go on normally and avoid him as much as possible. But it's much harder now, when he flirts with you whenever he sees you, and touches you inappropriately when you happen to be alone. He manipulates with you so that even despite your fear, you still give yourself to him.

Chapter 1

It was a bright, sunny day, and you were making the most of it by going out and enjoying it. It was also your day off, an added advantage. You went for a walk in the park, had lunch at an outdoor café and finally did some much needed shopping with a friend.

A day well spent…

As a new employee of Tony Stark, you were quite thrilled with the nature of your job and the opportunity it presented. Assisting Stark in developing cool new stuff, as well as, finding loopholes in the existing computer programs was your main game. You were one of the handful people selected for the job, and it filled you with pride. Plus, living in the same building as other superheroes—it was a dream come true for you.

Hence, you let the stressful side of the job slide from your conscious thoughts. It was a price you were doubly willing to pay to be in the company of some very exceptional individuals. And not to mention, the substantial paycheck didn't hurt either.

Upon your return to the Avengers' Tower, you were loaded with shopping bags, with both your arms carrying enough weight to make them strain. But you marshaled on, thankful that the tower elevators listened to voice commands.

When you reached your floor, you hurried towards your apartment, desperate to relieve the weight of the bags from your tired arms.

Just then a tall, imposing figure came strutting down the corridor, essentially blocking your way—Loki. He had a sullen look on his face, which wasn't really a surprise. He looked mildly pissed off almost all the time. However, today, there was nothing mild about it.

Well, fuck…

The dark lord of the Sith was scary as hell and a pain in the ass for everyone on most days, so you had learned to avoid him whenever possible. It was kind of hard to do when he was lodging on the same floor as you, but you were learning stealth from the best in the business. However, right now, there seemed to be no way to avoid him as he was coming straight at you.

You tried, though, by moving a bit to the side to give him ample space to pass by. He, on the other hand, didn't give you an inch. As a result, your whole body brushed against his as he walked past you.

And it was a firm, well formed body… but you were too busy being terrified to appreciate that little detail.

Loki froze upon the contact and turned to glare at you. "Watch where you're going, mortal!"

"I'm sorry, but I did move," you mumbled, avoiding his flashing eyes. "You didn't."

You mentally smacked yourself. Why engage him when you knew how dangerous he was?

"You dare challenge a God to move in deference to you?" He asked darkly, taking a step towards you.

You took a step back, resolved to make light of the situation, because well, he was making you nervous. But your brain decided that sarcasm was in order. "Yeah, I'm so sorry, please don't smite me."

You didn't wait for his response as you turned and all but scurried towards your apartment. He stopped you just as you reached your door, grabbing your arm and turning you back around.

"Now you dare to mock me? Have you no sense of self preservation?" he asked, crowding your personal space.

God, he was super angry today for some reason, and you had planted yourself right in the path of wrath. Way to go…

"I do, it's why I said sorry. Not trying to mock you. Now can we please be civil with each other?" Your voice shook as you spoke, but nonetheless, you tried to act calm. "Like good neighbors?"

Loki smiled at you. It was not a friendly smile. It was an 'I'm going to murder you and get off on it' kind of smile.

"Good neighbors? I hardly knew I even had one, given the way you go out of your way to avoid me."

"I'm not the only one who avoids you," you muttered, trying to pull your arm from his steely grip. "And I've only been here two weeks."

His grip tightened. "Ah, new recruit to the posse of jesters they call the Avengers?"

You let go of the bags and they dropped on the floor with a thwack. Then your struggles to be free renewed.

"No, I'm a professional coder, not a superhero, now please let go."

The murderous smile on his face only became more gleeful. "What, no snappy comebacks now?"

He gave a little shake to your arm and your whole body swayed as a result. It was the first time you were at the receiving end of the might of an otherworldly being. You actually feared for your life now.

After much struggling on your part, he let go of your arm. But instead of moving away, he pressed his body against yours. "I could easily crush you with nothing but a wee bit of my strength. I could throw you out of this wretched tower with a flick of my wrist. Do you even know how much trouble you're in?"

"Okay, I'm sufficiently scared now," you agreed, pressing your back against the wall to create some space between the two of you, to no avail. "Can you please back off?"

His eyes darkened and he gave you a once over, all cruel and calculating. "No, I find that I'm rather fond of how fear looks on you."

"Loki…" You called his name as a warning for him to back off. "What kinda statement is that? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"There are innumerable things wrong with me," he said, looking down at you with the gaze of a predator, "and you'd have done well to not provoke me."

"I did nothing to provoke you! I tried to move away but you pushed against me!"

"Perhaps you didn't try hard enough." He pushed his body flush against yours as his hands grasped your waist. "Perhaps you wanted me to brush against you."

"No… wha—why would I?" You couldn't even form a coherent sentence—he was too close for comfort. And your stupid brain decided that this was the perfect time to give you feedback on how hot he was.

He was pressed to you so closely that you could feel the definition of his abs and pecks through his dark t-shirt. Your body couldn't help but respond to the proximity. You felt your nipples hardening, much to your embarrassment.

"Well, I'm brushing against you now, and you've done nothing to stop me."

You realized that sad truth a bit too late. You should've pushed him away, or at least tried to, but all you had done was stand there uselessly as he bore down on you and pushed you further into the wall.

"As if I could stop you," you replied meekly.

"You didn't even try."

Just to prove him wrong, you grabbed his shoulders, intending to give him a shove. But you just kept holding on for no reason. The intended shove just didn't come.

"Or maybe… you don't want to," he said, licking his lips as he watched you with curious eyes. There was still an edge to his voice, but it wasn't all anger and rage now. That only served to scare you more.

He lowered his head and spoke teasingly, though his tone was downright sinister. "What happened, mortal? So quiet now. Is something the matter with your tongue?"

His breath fanned across your face and neck, cool like an autumnal breeze. He smelled like a heady mixture of mint, camphor and boreal forests. It was luring you in like a honeyed trap.

"You said that you're sufficiently scared of me. Is fear the only thing you're feeling right now?"

He was taunting you, knowing that your body had gone in another direction than fear. You were getting weirdly turned on by his intimidating presence.

Loki dropped his head further, reaching your exposed neck to inhale deeply. Cold lips landed on your pulse point then, making your knees tremble with their sensual caress. It was wrong, so so wrong, but in this moment, your body was enjoying the attention way too much.

Loki laughed in your ear, sinister and sexy mashed into one melodious sound. "Still incapable to even try to push me away, I see. Interesting…"

He pushed his hand up to cup your breast, running a thumb across your nipple through your clothes. You arched into his hand, cursing your body's sensitivity, but made no move to stop him.

"Very interesting," Loki purred, sucking on your neck while both his hands proceeded to grab and pinch your breasts. Your hands remained passive on his shoulders, frozen in shock and pleasure.

You knew you should've tried to put a stop to it, that it was not okay to let him paw at you like that. But something about a powerful man cornering and overwhelming you made you weak in the knees with mounting desire.

"Oh, this is rich," Loki crooned gleefully, pinching and pulling on your nipples almost to the point of pain. "So you like being manhandled?"

You bit your lip and remained quiet, too ashamed to admit the truth, and too aroused to act on that shame. Your passivity just gave him the handle to keep on with the groping.

"I must say, I'm quite curious to see how far I can take this with you." Oh, you shared that curiosity with him, alright.

His hand popped the button on your jeans and quickly unzipped them. When he slipped past the waistband of your panties, your whole body jerked.

"Please…" you managed to whisper… in protest or in supplication, you weren't sure yourself.

He snaked an arm around your waist to hold you steady as he stared down at you inquiring eyes. His fingers hovered just above your pleasure point, caressing the skin with feather-light touch. He was waiting for you to protest in earnest, to tell him to stop.

Well, so were you.

However, your lips couldn't form a single syllable of objection. Loki took due notice of that and laughed again, moving his hand further down to hold you firmly between your legs.

"You're so wet," he gloated, pressing his fingers to your clit. "Such is your response to my threats? I like how your own body betrays you."

You gasped as his fingers rubbed more insistently on your pleasure point, but still, your body remained pliant to his exploits. Getting bolder, Loki sank his finger deep inside you. Now, you couldn't help but moan.

He pleasured you masterfully, like you were a musical instrument and he a maestro. There was no way you were protesting to that. Climax was just round the corner and your body reached for it a drug.

"Want me to stop?" he asked, fingers stilling inside you. He grabbed the back of your head to make you look up and into his eyes.

Your lips quivered and your body moved to hump his fingers. A low, almost inaudible 'no' escaped your lips.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, dear." Oh, he could, but he clearly wanted you to spell it out.

"No… please don't stop," you cried, opening your legs to give him more access.

"You want to come?"

"Yes," you replied immediately, squeezing his shoulders in a desperate plea.

"Hmmm," he hummed, stroking you slowly as he appeared to be in deep contemplation. "Too bad, my mortal harlot, you can't."

With that, he pulled his hands from you, making you lurch.

You looked at him in absolute shock and he gave you a devious smirk. As you stared, he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of your juices.

And then he walked away without saying a single word, sauntering down the corridor, leaving you aroused and frustrated and so damned confused.