Fallen Star

Chapter 7

Jane arched her back slightly, pressing into Loki's chest. She parted her lips slightly and let out a soft moan. She felt Loki's lips stretch into a grin. He shifted position and bit lightly at her lip. She toyed with the edge of the pillow, tensing her fingers. Loki cupped her chin with one hand, sliding it down across her neck. He slowed as he approached her chest.

And that's when she stabbed him.

She intended to hit him in the neck, since she wasn't sure she could puncture his skull, but he shifted upward just as she struck, so the knife hit him in the upper back, slightly below his left shoulder. She drove it in as hard as she could, twisting when she felt it enter flesh. She felt it slam against bone and heard a howl of pain from Loki. The she felt something clamp around her neck and roughly yank her up from the bed. She was flying through the air and smashing heavily into the wall on the other side of the room before she realized Loki had thrown her.

The force of the collision knocked her breath away and nearly knocked her out. She staggered at almost fell. Then she saw Loki's face, and that was enough to keep her on her feet. And at that moment she was glad he had thrown her, because now she was closer to the door.

Loki POV:

Loki felt Jane's lips draw apart, inviting him in. He was pleased. Finally she was realized what he was offering her. He nibbled at her lip while his hands explored her front, roaming toward her tantalizing breasts.

A starburst of pain from his shoulder interrupted his pleasure. He felt something plunge into his flesh, rending muscle and scraping bone. He cried out, as much from surprise as pain. As his mind realized it was Jane his body reacted by throwing her by the neck away from him and into a wall. The knife went with her part of the way, but when she hit the wall it flew off across the room.

For a second, everything stopped. Loki's mind boggled as he tried and failed to think of a punishment horrible enough to fit this crime. He lost his legendary composure and when he turned to look at Jane, his expression indicated that he was prepared to spend eternity figuring out how he was going to cause her a sufficient amount of pain.

"Ungrateful, sniveling bint." He spat. He stepped closer.

Jane darted through the door like a rabbit.

Loki stared after her, still utterly dazed by her impudence. Then he started after her. Part of him shied from the thought of sprinting basely like a hound, but his unprecedented rage spurred him on. He crossed the room in three steps, brushing his shoulder against the doorframe as he turned. It pulsated with pain. He welcomed it, allowing it to fuel his rage and sharpen his purpose.

As he ran, he tried to plan out exactly what he was going to do when he caught Jane. He had already intended to deflower her, so that wouldn't change, though now it would better be called ravaging. But that wasn't enough for such a scavenging cur. He thought back to all the mischief he'd done over the millennia. All of that was going to pale in comparison to this. When he was through, Jane Foster was going to beg to be his w***e.

Jane reached the end of the hall and turned into the front room. With his longer legs, Loki was fast gaining on her, but when she turned and saw him sprinting headlong after her, her face tensed and went limp all at once, and she ran faster than he thought a Midgardian was capable of. She reached the basement door just as Loki rounded the corner. She tore it open and launched herself down the steps into the nearly pitch-black room.