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Chapter 24 - Assemble.

They sat together on the dusty floor of her kitchen wrapped in bedsheets, in a comfortable glow of the rising sun, eating Nutella on toast and drinking coffee, surveying the scene that was being slowly lit up before them. It looked like the Tasmanian Devil had whirled around her apartment with an exploding bomb in his hands full of dust and rubble. The only thing that wasn't covered in dust, was Fróðleikr.

Cassie chewed and swallowed another piece of chocolate hazelnut goodness, "You're so cleaning this when your powers come back."

Loki gave a low chuckle and nodded, "You shouldn't have exhausted me so. I've only ever been this way after a severe battle," he chuckled to himself, sounding almost incredulous at his point, "My strength will return, Cassidy. It will. Do not fear. You won't be able to notice the difference when my power returns." he smoothed the back of her hand with his thumb and took a bite of his toast.

Cassie took a breath to make a snide remark about 'that's what she was afraid of', but her body simply shrugged, lifeless and spent.

17.

That's how many orgasms she'd had in the past 6 hours.

17.

She didn't even know that that was possible.

They hadn't had sex 17 times, that was just how many orgasms she'd had and that was when she'd started counting.

She'd felt like she'd been riding the best roller-coaster in the world; it took you high, it took you low and then just when you think it's ending, it takes you ever higher than before. They'd barely paused between orgasms.

One minute she was against the window, toes curling and gasping over the sound of blood rushing through her body. Then by the time they'd barely recovered, she was on the floor on top of him, bucking like a rodeo queen. After that climax searing over her skin, he'd lifted her high onto his strong shoulders to pleasure her with his ludicrously talented tongue.

The list went on, and on, and on.

Cassie's eyelids slowly closed heavily over her tired eyes, burning from how exhausted she was.

Once they'd finished their extremely long and extremely satisfying sex session, they realised how ravenously hungry they were. Loki had tried to conjure a feast for them to eat, but couldn't even summon a sandwich.

He'd told her that when his mind and body were spent to the point of exhaustion, it took a toll on his powers and that sleep and sustenance were the only things that would bring them back. So that was how they'd ended up sitting on her dirty kitchen floor, eating Nutella on bread that was barely within it's sell-by and sipping coffee. Of course they'd fooled around a little while the toaster was on and the coffee brewed. There were two large Loki-shaped hand prints in the dusty counter top from where she had pushed him against it and blown him again. And then, while she tried to get all the corners with the chocolate spread, he'd used both his hands to play with her till she fell against the work-top trembling from another knock-out orgasm.

He was so ridiculously good at making her cum, it took him less time for him to give her an orgasm, than it took her to smear Nutella on four pieces of warm, freshly popped toast.

She was physically drained just thinking about it. But also, kinda really horny too.

Sex with Loki was difficult to put into any kind of words, or gestures, or even nonsensical noises. It was... Limitless. Intense. Empowering. Wild. Ravenous. Dangerous. Safe. But if that failed to sufficiently describe it, screaming orgasms would help.

Every time. Every. Time.

He made her scream so loud and so hard that her throat still hurt. Every time was like leaping from a tall building, feeling the rush and floating to the ground when it was over.

Thank god her bedroom was on the outside of the building! What Mrs. Jude would've heard is not bearable to think about. She was sure her bed posts were now embedded in her wall.

Suddenly, a cool kiss pressed against her cheek and she smiled, bringing her back from her thoughts of Mrs. J holding multiple pillows over her head. Her head lazily flopped to the side to look at his handsome face. The rising sunlight illuminated one side of his face, perfectly demonstrating the metaphor that was her lover.

"You alright?" he asked, quietly. Cassie nodded, still smiling.

"Are you?" she returned the question, taking another bite of her food. He nodded back in return, smoothing his thumb against the hand she'd punched Captain America with.

She couldn't get angry at that. Lifting Nutella smeared toast to her face was hard enough. That much needed conversation between the both of them, was still to be had at another time.

They finished their food and coffee and sluggishly made their way back to her bedroom. Cassie felt her entire skeleton creak against her as she lifted herself up to amble to her room. Loki walked behind her and took her hands in his, wrapping them around her stomach and embracing her as they travelled across the room. He nestled his face into her hair and took an inhale. She screwed her face up to tease him about being a 'hair sniffing weirdo', then she felt his smile as he pressed his face against hers and squeezed her tighter.

A lump caught in her throat and she bit her bottom lip to conceal a squeak of joy, "Let's go to sleep." she smiled as she glanced backwards into his emerald eyes.

"Lets." he agreed, his eyes brimming with comfort and contentment.

They rolled into bed and held each other closely; Loki lay within her arms, his head resting on her chest, while hers lay against his head. They lay silent and calm, enjoying the serene feeling that embracing each other had overcome them with, until they finally fell asleep in each others arms.

"This is serious, Stark."

"I know it's serious, Nick. You don't need to use that ultra-low, foreboding tone with me, I know that this is serious." snapped Tony, pointing his finger at the director.

"Do we have any leads as to where the earthquakes originated from?" asked Steve, trying to get some sense seen during this emergency meeting.

"The quakes were felt around the globe," began Coulson, "small tremors in Africa, tiny shakes in Russia and even a little 'did you feel that?' from Pakistan," he took a breath and clasped his hands in front of him, "But the earthquakes originated from Seattle, as far as our intelligence can tell. Where exactly in Seattle is a mystery. Although nothing was structurally damaged, people are still freaking out."

"Miss Sheridan was from The Seattle Journal." Bruce said, crossing one arm over his body and bringing the other to wring his jaw.

A strange uneasy hush fell over the room. Nick raised a brow.

"You're sure?" asked Fury.

"Yup," Banner answered, then paused, "I was the only one who got an interview with her," he shrugged his shoulders, "she was funny, keen, very pretty and from the impression I got from her, not the type who'd lurk around with Loki."

"Steve," drawled Natasha, giving Rogers a dry look, "Tell them, Steve." Steve simply shifted slightly and remained silent. Natasha leaned over the table at the Captain, "If you don't tell them, I will."

"Stay out of it, Nat." spat Steve, shooting his baby-blue eyes across the table.

"Stay out of what?" asked Fury.

A tense pause between the Widow and the Captain, neither blinking, nor breathing.

"Stay out of what?" Nick repeated, "Don't make me ask again."

Natasha irked a brow at Steve and sat back in her chair, "Steve followed Miss Sheridan."

"Natasha." warned Steve.

"He followed her and took her to a bar." finished Black Widow, folding her arms over her chest, no sign of remorse on her face.

"Nice," nodded Tony, pursing his lips approvingly, "Good on yuh', Gramps." he teased, bring his hand up to slap Steve on the back, but before he could, Steve stood suddenly to stand and face off against Stark.

"Enough," boomed Thor from the small corner of the room, "This petty squabbling grows tiresome and will not aid this situation."

The tension within the room diffused, slightly. Steve sat back down and Tony licked his teeth behind his lips and walked away.

"Mjölnir grows more and more agitated with each hour. Something is wrong. We all know this. Miss Sheridan is clearly involved with my brother. We all know this too. Something must be done." Thor finished, his tone final.

"Thor's right. We need to investigate this further. Steve, you'll be going to Seattle along with Thor. We'll arrange a cover for you to be there." Fury ordered, beginning his plan.

"We could call her paper, maybe to give a follow up interview? Call on Miss Sheridan to conduct the interview?" suggested Hill.

Coulson shrugged in agreement, "Papers wouldn't say no."

Fury nodded and addressed the rest of the room, Steve's face was sour and angry, "You got something to say, Rogers?"

Steve looked to the head of the table at the Director, his blue eyes stormy, "No, Sir."

"Good. We've got a lot to do here people, the clock is ticking. Tonight, we Assemble."

Da-Da-Daaaaa!

Hope you enjoyed, it's only a shortie. I'll probably stick to shorties from now on, just to keep more regular updates for you guys.

Let me know what you think is gunna happen, most outrageous story gets a shout-out next chapter.. Oh god, I'm excited for these! Tehe.