Among the Stars

Chapter 8

Warning: This chapter contains some violence and s****l content.

Loki jerked Jane against him, wrapping his arm around her securely as he pulled her deeper into the room. She struggled but it was useless against his superhuman strength, and a cold dread seeped through her being as she was forced to acknowledge just how bad her current situation looked.

"You struggle now," Loki purred into her ear, "but you'll grow to beg for it. You'll spread your legs at my slightest glance."

"You're repulsive, and you'll always be repulsive," Jane snapped, still struggling. "You have to drag women into bed because none will come willingly."

Her insults had worked last time, but Loki was used to them now, and he only chuckled. "Such an impertinent mouth you have," he replied. "We'll put it to better use soon."

They reached the bed and he shoved her into it, bending her over so that she had to brace against the covers to keep herself up. Loki ground himself against her, one hand still around her waist and holding her firmly in place.

"Did Thor ever take you like this, from behind like a w***e?" he asked, then chuckled darkly. "Probably not, the simpleton: always the same tame position. I'll do things to your body you've never imagined."

He kicked her legs apart and grabbed her hair with his other hand, wrenching her head backwards far enough that he could reach her throat. He kissed, then ran his tongue along the newly-forming scar he'd created only minutes ago.

"I won't mark you anymore in places people can see," he said against her throat. "My queen needs to look good next to me." The hand around her waist pushed lower. "I'll only mark you on places that are shared between husband and wife."

His groping fingers pushed still lower, but that's when Jane slammed her elbow into his side. He grunted and loosed his grip, and she tried to pull free. But instead Loki twisted her around and slammed her onto the bed, flat on her back. Before she could try to jump up, he'd jumped on top of her, straddling her hips.

"Why, Jane, I forgot how rough you like to play," Loki said with a teasing smile. "Let me oblige you."

He pulled back an arm and smacked her hard across the face, rocking her body to the side. Pain exploded up her jaw and under her eye, and she almost sobbed, but she held it in—there was no way Loki was going to see her cry.

"I look forward to breaking that beautiful body of yours," Loki continued, cupping her face with his hand and running it down her neck. "But don't worry—we have excellent healing potions in Asgard. I can break you and heal you and break you again."

His hand continued over her collarbone and along her shoulder, and she tensed reflectively, remembering what had happened last time. Loki felt her tense and his grin widened. He remembered too.

Jane realized what he was thinking and tried to smack him with her free arm, but he deflected it easily and pinned it to the bed. She was helpless—and before she could clamp them down, words started spilling out uncontrollably as she remembered that awful night. "Please don't, Loki, please!"

"Mmm, I like it when you beg," Loki said with a wry smile. He leaned in closer, so that their bodies were pressed against each other. He whispered in her ear, "But I love it when you scream."

And then he wrenched her shoulder out of its socket.

And Jane screamed, fully and uncontrollably as waves of agony washed up her arm like live electric wires. She screamed until Loki cut it off with a kiss, snatching any chance of slim release from the pain. He kissed her savagely, as he continued to brutally twist her arm and she thrashed underneath him.

Finally, when the pain had grown so great she feared she'd black out, Loki stopped twisting her arm. Without fully removing his lips from hers, he said, "Tell me I satisfy you in ways Thor never did."

Jane shook her head stubbornly, trying to jerk away from his mouth, but he grabbed her chin and held it firm.

"Tell me," he hissed, starting to pull on her dislocated shoulder again.

Fear flooded through Jane's whole body as she thought of the pain he could cause her again, but she pushed it aside. There was no way he was going to make her slander Thor and twist their relationship. She'd beaten him once, and by God, she would beat him again.

She glared up at him and spat, "You sick son of a bitch."

The hand on her shoulder leapt to her throat, clenching it roughly. "You dare insult not only me but Frigga?"

"Oh, but you're not her son, are you?" Jane replied with as much contempt as she could muster.

The blood drained from Loki's face, and Jane recognized the expression of hate-filled rage forming. Sure enough, he pulled back an arm to strike her.

She took advantage of it to slam a knee into his groin.

Loki howled, crumbling to one side, and Jane shoved him even further away as she shot to her feet and made a mad dash to the door. But as her hand wrapped around the doorknob, she was yanked off her feet and hurled across the room. She crashed into a writing table and slid to the floor. She saw Loki strolling towards her almost casually, and she frantically tried to crawl backwards, even though it was slow going and every step send a fresh stab of pain up her shoulder.

"Such a flighty little dove you are," Loki chuckled, taking three long steps and catching her easily. She looked up at him in terror. "I see I have to clip your wings."

He slammed a boot into her ankle and ground it fiercely, and Jane screamed for the second time as she felt the bone crack.

"That should keep you grounded," he smirked, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her over to the bed. He threw her up onto it easily, tossing her against the headboard. He held her against it securely as he pulled off his belt behind her and used it to tie her wrists. She was left on her knees on the bed, facing the headboard with her arms stretched above her head.

"I think it's about time to get you out of this dress," Loki said, sweeping her hair off her back. He kissed his way down to where the dress laces were. He didn't bother to untie them; he just ripped them out, then ripped the dress even farther apart until her black lacy panties flashed out. "Ah yes, that alluring underwear," he leered, slipping a hand under the strap. "I think you knew you were going to share my bed after all."

His other hand grabbed her other hip before his arms wrapped around her stomach and pulled her close, surrounding her with his warm and musky scent. Under her ripped dress, his hands started sliding up towards her breasts. At the same time, he pressed a kiss into her shoulder and licked his way up her neck, ending cheek-to-cheek with her.

"You may have bested me on earth, Midgardian," he whispered in her ear, "but I won in the end. Are you ready to be loved by a god, little Jane?"

Jane bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But inwardly, she was filled with despair. It didn't look like she was getting out of this one. It would take something close to a miracle…

And that's when Thor burst into the room.