Author's Note: I couldn't do it. I couldn't make this not a sort-of crossover. If it is any consolation, you don't have to know ANYTHING about the other world to understand this story. The characters are not the same people they are in their own world. They are SHIELD agents here. I am wondering if I should upgrade the rating to M for torture, because Loki violently tortures a SHIELD agent in this chapter and sexually abuses him. Loki is canonically bisexual (norse myths and comics, anyone? Female loki?) so slash, but totally non-con. Don't read if you don't like. This is a warning. If you think it deserves an M rating, please say so in reviews. If not, will stay T. And yes, again, I know Loki "killed" Laufey. But he is the God of Lies and Trickery. He lied to Odin. He lied to Laufey. Who knows what the hell he really did? For the purposes of my story, Laufey is alive and well, k? Guess you could call it AU if you want.

Untold Power

Ch 3.

Heat.

So damn much heat.

It was so fucking hot. Loki snarled in frustration and jolted upright in bed. There was no way he would be able to sleep in the heat like this, even though the human news stations claimed it was a great day and temperatures were wonderful, and even though his own AC was on max, it still wasn't enough. The heat hadn't bothered him near as much in Asgard.

Yes, he was far more bothered by Asgardian summers than the others, but not like this. Perhaps touching the Casket, wearing his true form more often, and even KNOWING the truth led to his complete intolerance to heat.

He had been tossing and turning in the soft bed, naked, for hours unable to sleep or even get the waves of heat badgering him to abate. He had even taken on his Agardian form, hoping perhaps it was only in his true form that he was so bothered by the heat, but it wasn't.

The Trickster simply snarled in irritation. He didn't really NEED sleep, but a good night's rest never hurt anyone, even a former god/jotun. He would just do without sleep for now. Standing in front of the AC naked seemed to help cool him down a bit, but he could not stay on this world, in it, for long if he died of heat stroke. Unless he moved to Antarctica.

The thought was tempting. Still, torturing Jane was more tempting. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself and forced the burning sensation plaguing him to go away, at least, to go to the back of his mind for now.

A spell. Why hadn't he thought of it? Of course, because it hadn't REALLY begun to bother him until now, and he'd had his own thoughts of revenge to focus on. Using his unique Jotun gifts, he encased his skin in a very thin layer of frost, unnoticeable unless anyone touched him, which wouldn't happen of course.

If they did, well...they'd be in for a surprise. There was a reason why no one wanted a Jotun to touch them. How come Loki hadn't thought of it before, he didn't know. Perhaps because he didn't know all of his powers as a Jotun.

Regardless, he was finally rid of the damnable heat. Perhaps he could sleep finally, now that a smooth chill had surrounded him instead of the warping heat. He was still naked. He didn't care. He kept his curtains closed at all times, because he preferred his Jotun form and anyone looking in would see a man with blue skin and likely scream or think they were insane.

He had got the hang of things in Midgard far easier than Thor had, and even had his own cell phone, which decided to ring at 3am. He changed his vocal cords to that of Agent Laufeyson and answered.

"Agent Laufeyson speaking, what do you need of me?" He smiled and spoke smoothly. Nick Fury wouldn't have bothered calling him. This was likely one of his lackeys.

"You're a fake. There is no Luke Laufeyson. Sergeant Fury somehow believes you're legit, but I looked you up. You're using a fake ID and a fake name," the man's voice was almost furious, "We're going to bring what we found to Fury, if you don't want to come clean first."

Loki laughed into the phone. "Come clean? Why, your own boss knows I am legit. Why would he send his lackeys on a wild goose chase trying to find information on me? There IS no information, you dolt, because I work with top secret government projects. How top secret would things be if my name and identity were available to second-rate hackers?"

He knew he had offended the man when he heard a loud grunt, followed by a thump. Obviously his business partner or whatever had thought not pissing off Loki was a smart thing and stopped his partner's likely rude response.

After listening to the scuffle for a while, Loki had had enough. He called loudly into the phone, using a bit of magic to amplify his voice, "If you REALLY want to know who I am, then perhaps we should meet."

The sound of men beating each other up finally stopped. The first man's voice came into the phone again. "Meet where, Mister L? I'm prepared to do anything to prove to Fury that you're a goddamn fake and a liar. I knew you weren't an agent when I saw you at the fast food place."

Loki's face broke into another grin. It was one of the men from the food place? Even better. He had KNOWN they were SHIELD agents. Now this idiot had given him proof. "Very well, Mister...?" He trailed off. He did not know their names, and the one who resembled Thor hadn't had a mind he was capable of reading. He was almost psychic in his own right.

"Winchester. Sam Winchester. I'm bringing my brother Dean with me. Then you can prove whether you're with Fury or not. Meet me behind the gas station a few miles from the burger joint." The line went dead. Loki could easily call Sam back, but didn't waste the time. He also didn't really need directions. Now that he knew Sam's voice and name, he could find him anywhere, anytime. Not to mention Sam's untapped psychic powers. Loki had a plan alright. But it would involve getting rid of Sam's brother or making him go away for awhile.

That would be easy. Before he was supposed to arrive, he would just plant a suggestion in Dean's head that he needed to be somewhere else and then he would arrive to find Sam alone. This Sam person was a complete nobody in Fury's connections, likely. He wouldn't notice if he went missing for a day or two. And Loki would wipe his memories when he was finished with him. He would know nothing of his "fun" spent with Loki.

The Trickster drove his black, shiny government-style car to the area the agents had asked to meet him at. He was a bit surprised at their mode of transportation. A gleaming car he recognized as a 1967 Chevy Impala greeted him as he peeked around the corner at the brothers. The one called Dean was leaning on the Impala, impatiently looking at his watch. This was Loki's cue.

He cast a minor invisibility spell and slipped over to the boys. Sam, being an unawakened psychic, but still psychic, seemed to sense something unusual, but seemed to brush it off as the unusual coolness the air around them had seemed to take on. Loki's doing. His presence made the mere area colder. Sam just thought it had gotten cooler, likely. He whispered things to Dean, telling him he didn't need to be there, there were other things he could do, get a beer while Sam waited for Mister L.

"Sam, uh, I'm gonna go get a beer, kay? Mister L won't be here for a bit, and you can just call me when he gets here, right?"

Sam was worried. Damn psychics, Loki thought, making his magic harder to work. Still...

"Fine, get a beer, but don't be long. I have a feeling...I dunno, just a feeling that it won't be long before our fake agent shows up." Sam wrapped his arms around his tall, brawny frame, the air had gone from warm to almost ice cold. This was unnatural.

As soon as Dean drove the Impala to a local bar, Loki drove up, startling Sam. The agent glared at him. Almost as if he knew Loki had something to do with Dean leaving.

Loki smiled. "Lets get started then, shall we? Prove I'm fake."

Sam fumbled with his cell phone. It was crackling, lines screeching across the screen. "My phone is broke. You'll have to wait for my brother to get back."

Loki shook his head, stepping closer to Sam, almost face to face. The icy chill Sam had felt before was now more like being caught in a blizzard. "What are you doing, Mister L? I can tell you're doing something. I have this thing where I can FEEL if people are doing things..." Loki simply grinned and brought the back of his hand down on Sam's head, his jotun strength no match for mortals.

Back at his apartment, in a secluded area that the person he'd bought it from had told him was to be used as a study, he had the SHIELD agent chained to a wall, hands and feet shackled tightly with magic shackles. The SHIELD wouldn't be able to get free, even if were as strong as Thor. The agent was moaning slightly, coming to finally. Now the fun would begin.

"Hello there, Agent Winchester. Finally awake, I see." Loki watched and inwardly laughed as the man tried and failed to get free, and at his confusion.

"What is this? Let me go. Fury will have your head on a goddamn fucking pike after this, Laufreysun or whatever your name really is."

"Will he? You won't remember this. Any of it. I'm not who or what you think I am." Loki grinned and let his true form take hold, skin turning from pale white to frosty blue, eyes going from emerald green to blood red. The man in chains had screamed and struggled to be free of the chains once more.

"What are you? You're a freak. A monster. I've seen some weird shit, but nothing like you. You're evil! Monstrous! Let me go, and I promise I'll never speak a word of this to anyone!" The agent was pleading, almost crying. It was music to the evil god's ears. He would be screaming and crying a lot more in the hours to come. Even if he outright told Loki what he wanted to know, Loki still wanted to torture him. Take out his own pain and anger on someone. This vile SHIELD agent was as good a victim as any.

The Trickster conjured a serrated blade from thin air. The agent's eyes widened and he struggled even harder. "What are you going to do with that? You're not...you can't...no!" He writhed as Loki approached him.

Loki waved a hand idly, the man's clothing vanishing in an instant, leaving his muscled chest and lean legs bare. He was truly attractive. Loki ran an approving hand down the man's chest. The man was snarling and spitting at him now. Loki simply ignored him and continued to admire his enemy's body. He did look like Thor. Almost uncannily so. This would make it even better. The man's shoulder-brushing hair was sweaty and curling with heat, heat he hadn't noticed. Heat of anger and fear. Loki's presence made the room ice cold, but the SHIELD agent was still sweating fiercly.

Tracing the serrated dagger down Sam's chest toward his manhood, but not cutting the flesh, Loki decided to indulge the agent a bit. "You're quite lovely, you know that? You look a lot like my brother. He had hair like yours, eyes like yours, fair skin, handsome...we were once worshiped as gods, you know. All of us. Thor, Loki, Odin, Sif...all of us were gods. Now...what are we but things in your story books?"

The agent, while still gazing fearfully at the knife, asked, "Gods? You're...a Norse god? You could only be...Loki. The evil one. The one all the stories told all the bad things about."

Loki did not like this one bit. He plunged the serrated dagger into the area just above Sam's balls, making his scream, an unearthly, painful sound that make Loki's soul squeal with glee. "Bad things? BAD things? You want to know about BAD things? Chaining someone's son so that can't even move is a bad thing. Sending someone's daughter to a grey, lifeless realm is a bad thing. Sending another son into the ocean to drown is a bad thing." He was snarling at the stupid agent now, calm broken.

The agent spat blood onto the floor. "You ARE Loki. Your children were beasts, according to the stories. They were monsters, just like you are. I'll tell Fury when I'm out of here. What you did. Who you are. You'll never lay hands on what you seek."

Calm facade once again in place, Loki calmly traced the dagger across the man's chest, drawing a design using the agent's own blood from where he'd been stabbed earlier. No matter how badly Loki hurt him, the agent wouldn't die. Loki's spell had made sure of that. The agent would heal each and every time Loki cut him. Only so he could cut him some more.

The agent was crying now. This was only the beginning.

He pressed himself against the agent's bloody chest, licking the blood away, healing the dagger wounds at the same time. The agent was furious. A homophobe, obviously. Too bad. Just too fucking bad. And all the more delicious. Loki squeezed the man's dick, stroking it, and humming to himself as if this were just a daily task and not a torture segment in some horror movie. He knelt before the man, taking his flaccid cock into his mouth. The man moaned a little. So. Not a complete homophobe that he doesn't enjoy a blowjob, even if it does come from another dick. Loki laughed as much as he could around the agent's cock.

Using his much-practiced tongue, he managed to get the man's cock hard, despite the fact that the agent was obviously straight. Though perhaps not as straight as he'd like to believe. Heh. Loki pulled back, leaving the man cock dripping with his saliva and pre-cum. He conjured the serrated knife again, having lost it somewhere and didn't bother looking for it physically. He slid the knife slowly down the man's rock-hard penis, drawing jagged lines of blood, causing the man to scream and scream.

The man's dick was dripping with blood, spit, and cum...Hehe. Loki fingered his dagger, drawing a bead of his own blood, sucking on his finger slightly, savoring the taste of his own sweet blood.

"Will you tell me now, Oh Great And Might SHIELD agent? Or do you want more of me?"

"I'm not...telling you...ANYTHING! My loyalty to SHIELD..."

"Does nothing to stop me from torturing you. After all, I DID promise you that'd you'd remember nothing of our wonderful session together once I'm done. You wouldn't even know you told me about SHIELD's little secrets. Your secrets would be safe with you." He laughed at his own cleverness and went across the room to heat the dagger, hoping to make the agent's pain all the worse.

Sam writhed about in the chains. Pain plaguing him. Somehow...he had to get free. This asshole couldn't learn about the...thing. What he would do with it, now that Sam knew who and what he was...he didn't want to think about it. Loki had already humiliated him thoroughly, and tortured him into crying like a little girl. Some unknown fire seemed to well up in Sam's head. It was pleasant, not Loki's doing. In fact, the god didn't seem to even notice anything. He was heating the dagger over some strange, cold blue fire. Sam didn't want to know why. Loosen. Loosen, dammit! He thought at the chains. As if they could hear him.

To his surprise, his legs were starting to feel...almost more free. As if his willing them to loosen HAD loosened them. He'd felt things, strange things, all his life. Maybe there was more to him than he had thought. He'd heard about telekinesis. Moving things without touching them. This time, Sam concentrated. The chains were shaking, vibrating. He hoped Loki didn't turn around and notice. The god was still preoccupied with the dagger.

Sam fell free, dropping to the floor. Loki's pissy healing him then hurting him more had cost him. He was fully healed. He would kill the damnable god. Loki was idly humming to himself and fingering his now-glowing blue dagger. He turned to Sam, not at all surprised he'd escaped, it seemed.

"So I was right about you, then. You ARE a powerful psychic. Even MORE fun. It just gets better and better. You can block me out of your mind all you want, but I can make it to where you want me inside, inside of you...SHIELD agent...don't deny it..." Sam launched himself at Loki, somehow, someway, wrestling the dagger away from him. Loki just laughed.

"The dagger won't hurt me, silly child. However...you're interesting. I think I'll let you go for the day. Don't worry. You won't remember a thing about this. Just that you were going to meet me, and I failed to show up." He smiled and pressed a blue finger to Sam's head.

The SHIELD agent gasped and woke up on top of the Impala. He gasped. What had happened? That was when he noticed his brother coming toward him, carrying a sack of White Castle.

"It was all they had around here at this time of the night. Sorry. Hey, sorry I took so long. Did Mister L ever show up?"

Sam shook his head. He didn't remember anything about Agent Laufeyson being here, and yet, somehow, he felt he HAD been, but he couldn't remember it. "He never showed. Guess we'll just tell Fury he's a fake and see what he does with it. Fury believes in him. Maybe we should too?"

Dean shrugged and tore into the bag of White Castles.