AN: This is a horribly naughty, incredibly unoriginal piece. Not only is it just pure smut for the sake of smut (quite dark, deviant smut) but it's also second generation fan fiction. This is based off the premise started first by Marvel's Avengers but then on a fan fic piece called "The Hangman's Hands" by Mercurie. It's a wonderful read and I am in no way doing it justice with this divergent storyline connected to it. Apologies to whoever is offended by this. Feel free to leave flames as a result, I fully expect them. Specifially, my rip off starts in Hangman's chapter 12, 'Cracks In the Ice'.

Premise: What if Jane had failed to get away from Loki on Jotunheim? Her kiss got her away from him for a moment but it wasn't enough. Now she's too far away for Tony to reach and Loki is intent on hiding away from Thanos. Same principle of Loki not being able to 'hurt' Jane comes into play because of the awesome plot device Mercurie uses in the form of a blood oath.

Slipping the Collar

The room was so dark, lit only by the light that seeped from the thin crack beneath the closed door. She searched the perimeter of the small room for what had to be over an hour but, so far, found nothing. It seemed the only object in the room was the thick, heavy bed that she had no hope of moving and all that was on it was the mattress that was connected to it along with the single thick blanket covering it. He said he'd be gone long enough to gain a bargain on some armor for her, making her less 'delicate'. She paced the room for, she didn't even know how long, and finally everything that had happened since her failed attempt to escape him in Jotunheim, the jumps here and being locked up with no hope of escape took its toll on her. With nothing else to do, she crawled onto the large bed, slipped under the blanket and fell asleep.

Her eyes snapped open to the sound of thick wood moving against itself and the door opening. Dim light flooded the room momentarily and she saw his silhouette in the doorway. He seemed to be just staring at her. She wondered if he was still upset about her lie of a kiss and how she'd tried to use it and his honest reaction to it as a means of attempted escape. She didn't move when he walked in and closed the door behind him, snuffing out the light.

"They are crafting your armor now. It will take but a few days before it's ready and then we can depart for further realms." With the door shut once more, she was again blind in the room. But what her eyes could not see, her ears heard. She heard the sound of his buckles coming undone, of leather slipping off of leather and cloth. By the time her sleep addled mind made the obvious connection, she started to crawl out of the bed but where could she run? She didn't have any idea but she wasn't just going to just lie there. In the end, it didn't matter; she wasn't fast enough. One of his cool hands gripped her upper arm gently but with a force she couldn't overcome and he pulled her back to the bed.

"Don't." She tried to sound fierce, tried to pry his iron grip from her arm.

"I can't harm you Jane, remember." He said in an even, unaffected tone, as if he were telling her about the weather.

She didn't reply to that as he started to pull at her clothing. Her desperate struggling had absolutely no effect against his inhuman strength; it must have seemed, at most, feeble to him as he easily manipulated first her shirt and then her pants from her body, leaving her completely exposed.

"Stop, stop, stop." She started chanting but he said nothing, just pulled her hands above her head and held them in one of his as he pulled her legs apart with the other and settled between them. Her thighs brushed his cool hips and his cool chest came in contact with her heaving one as he covered her body with his own. "Please Loki, please stop. I'm sorry I tried to run…" But she could offer no more pleas or apologies when the hand not holding her wrists covered her mouth, silencing her. She knew what he was about to do and it terrified her. She could do absolutely nothing to stop him, not even beg him to stop.

"Shhh." He cooed into her ear as he eased his thick length inside of her. She whined against his hand, not in pain but horrid desperation. Then she just started to cry as he languidly pulled out and pressed in once more. "No reason to delay the inevitable." He whispered thickly in her ear with a very matter of fact tone. "I will protect you with my life if necessary; you will repay that monumentally dangerous task by pleasuring me with your body when I have want of it. It is a fair trade Jane Foster." After a long while of slow thrusts and gentle kisses to her forehead and temple, he picked up his speed and started to push more deeply inside of her. "I can see now why my brother enjoyed you as much as he did. So small, so tight and so maddeningly hot." He groaned out and then just let his lips rest lightly against her brow, his breath coming out in heavier gasps now as his hips continued to rut into her with increasing speed and power. His final thrust smacked into her, making her groan beneath his hand, her sound mixing with the deep guttural one he made as he spilled himself deeply into her.

Only when his breathing started to even out did he release her hands and pull his hand away from her mouth, which he then covered momentarily with his own. Her lips were hard against his, a small grimace as she continued to weep.

"It should not be such a terrible thing. I did not harm you." He said when he raised his upper body so that he could look down at her, his cock still buried in her cum filled cunt. "I could take you again right now and spill myself into you a second time. I could but I won't, for you. I will hold back for you." Only then did he pull his now softening length from her, causing her to release a pent up breath. She could feel what he'd left start to leak from her, down and onto the mattress beneath. However, he didn't let her go. He rolled off of her and looped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Quiet wracking sobs caused her whole body to shudder. She ineffectually tried to pry his arm from around her but after ten minutes of dismal failure, she gave up and just tried to disappear into the bed.

"You'll get used to me eventually. One day you might even grow fond of my touch."

"You're a monster."

"I know."

OoOoOoO

Jane woke to the feeling of a hand on her breast, its fingers plucking at her nipple. She cringed when she felt his hard length against her buttocks. Again she tried to pull away from him but again he didn't let her, using his far superior strength to easily keep her in place and to physically manipulate her in away way he wished. After a few minutes of toying with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers and gently rubbing her hardening clit between her legs, he eventually decided to move things along.

She started crying again as he moved her to her hands and knees. She tried to crawl away but a hard, stinging smack to her buttocks stilled her.

"This does not need to be difficult Jane. Do as you're bid and I will be a gentle lover, do not and…" He rubbed the tender flesh he'd just abused and she kept herself still in order to avoid another blow. "Good girl." He cooed as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down her moist slit. He pushed into her moments later, hissing at the feeling. "I do not remember mortal women feeling quite this delicious." He started at a faster pace than last night. Jane felt his hands move all over her from her shoulders to her back, down her sides and slipping beneath her to cup her breasts. After several minutes, one hand slipped between her thighs and started flicking and rolling her clit. He seemed to know exactly what to do and soon she was pulsing around his cock as it continued to work itself in an out of her tight gash.

"Responsive. That barely required any effort at all." He said with what almost sounded like a laugh in his voice before he nipped at her shoulder.

"Please finish." There was something so much worse about experiencing that pleasure than there was even in his invasion inside her body. The humiliation combined with the already present helplessness, making her shake with erratic breathing.

"In due time, I'm still enjoying myself." His hands were roaming again, pinching, gripping. She felt him straighten up and both hands grasped at the quivering flesh of her backside as he smacked his hips against them. She felt him spread her cheeks and heard his chuckle before she felt something warm and wet drop against her crack.

"How liberal are Midgarians in their sexual proclivities?"

She understood his meaning a moment later when she felt one of his long fingers push past her puckered ring.

"No, no stop. Please don't." She begged desperately. Jane had never even been with a man that had suggested anal sex and if she ever had, that man would have been quickly kicked to the curb. It was something she had no desire to engage in. The feeling of his finger pushing inside her while he continued to fill her with his cock, was unpleasant at best but it wasn't the physical feeling that made her shudder; it was the added and utter humiliation she felt as he just used her and expressed how he planned on using her in the future.

"I see your personal proclivities never extended this far, " he chuckled darkly, "but mine did." He withdrew it and she shivered in disgust and despair when she felt more of his warm spit land on her. He then pressed his finger in again and further. "I think they will continue to."

"Loki stop." She didn't even know what else to say, for all her intelligence, all she could manage were weak words of begging.

"You know that I can't harm you. Have no fear, I'll prepare you well enough for it so that, at most, you only feel discomfort. It will not be today but it will be soon." He continued to work his finger slowly in, periodically adding more lubricating saliva to ease it in and out of her and all Jane could do was bite her lips, keep her eyes squeezed shut and pray that it would soon be over. It was not. He forced a second climax from her a few minutes later while he added a second finger and buried them deep in her ass. "So many of your muscles clench so tightly when you come."

"Please, please, I'm begging you, just stop."

"As you wish." He carefully pulled his fingers out and gripped both of her hips, pulling her into each of his quick thrusts as he sought his end. After all of the stimulation he'd forced himself to hold back on and endure, it wasn't long in coming once he finally let himself get lost in the feeling of her. "You have a cunt that even gods would pray to." He groaned out just before his own orgasm overtook him. His hands tightened considerably on her hips as he came, only to immediately, inexplicably let her go. Without his tight grip, she fell to the mattress below her, the last of his ejaculate spurting out to land on the mid of her back. He fell to his elbows above her and smirked, understanding of what just happened dawning. It seemed he'd gripped too hard and was about to actually harm her, the pact they'd made kicking in for her defense. That was interesting but when she started to crawl away from him again, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and automatically stopped her. It wasn't that he had need of her again just yet; he just didn't like that she was always trying to extricate herself away from him. It was not her place, it was a dangerous habit that she'd started on Jotunheim when she'd snuck away from him while he slept. It had almost gotten her killed. This was a habit that he needed to break quickly, so he had to keep up in his creativity. If she'd just stayed there, panting beneath him, he would have let her be but her insistence to test him caused him to grab on of her arms and haul her off the bed, arranging her easily on her knees before him, his member twitching with the idea that had popped into his mind.

"Clean me." He bade as he took a grip on a thick portion of her hair. Predictably, she balked and tried to pull away, the disgust plainly written on her face.

"No. I am not your whore."

He leaned down so he could speak closely to her face. "That's exactly what you made yourself when you forced us into this pact. I will not protect you for free and since you lack any other form of payment, I've chosen this."

"I will not." She persisted.

"If you do not do as I say, here and now, I'll just continued to loosen up that tight backside of yours until I can fuck you in a new way. It will take a great deal more time and be infinitely less comfortable than the few moments it will take you to open your mouth and suck our juices from my cock." He let go of her hair then and stood to his full height once more. She looked at him with a gaze full of fury and hatred. It was a look he was used to seeing in his lifetime and it barely even fazed him when she did it. "The decision is yours but be quick about it before I grow bored and make it for you." She looked away from him then, her hair covering her face for a moment, shielding her expression from him. She was shaking and he guessed she'd probably begun to cry once more. He was just about to give her a better reason for her tears when she turned back to him and gripped the base of him in one of her small hands. With a look of pure disgust, she opened her mouth and slipped him between her full little lips. She winced, either from the taste or his moan.

"Good girl. Clean your master well." Her shoulders tensed at the words and that made him smile. He felt no sympathy; it was entirely her fault after all. He never would have taken her like this if she hadn't humiliated him as deeply as she had with the blood oath and then ran from him knowing what effect that action would have on him. He was a slave to keeping her from harm and if he didn't know where she was, didn't know what was happening to her, then his body was wracked with pain, his mind screaming at him until he could know she was safe. In the end, it was a fair trade, one humiliation for another. His for hers. She may be the master of his life in that unbreakable way, she might even get him killed for it one day but in all other areas, he was the master and she the servant. He would be sure that she served him well and often.

When she'd first started, he'd been growing soft and she'd been able to get most of him inside of her mouth but now… She tried to pull away when she felt him stiffening but he quickly made sure she couldn't with a well-placed hand back in her hair. She put her hands against his thighs as if the added leverage would be able to dislodge her little mouth from around his growing cock.

"You were doing such a fine job with that little tongue of yours that you successfully stirred me to new passions." He pushed on the back of her head until he felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat. "I think this was your plan all along you little slut. You play coy and reluctant but in reality, you want me hard and inside of you. Don't you." He delighted in the way she tried to deny his words with a shake of her head and muffled words of denial that served to just vibrate his cock in a very satisfying way. "Do not try to say it is not so." He had started a rhythm as he fucked her face, careful to only make her gag a little each time he touched the depths of her warm oral cavity. "I will give you what you want and when I do, I expect you will receive my gift with relish." He would be sure that she swallowed. He'd always been thrilled when women did it in the past though not all wished to. Some were disgusted by the idea of letting a man's thick, slippery seed slide down their throats. He had the distinct feeling that even if Jane were one that allowed it to happen under normal circumstances, she would have no desire to take his. It was no matter. He would release in her mouth and then keep his cock buried in there until she did as he wished. If she became truly stubborn, he needed only pinch her nose and not let her breath until she did as she was ordered. Just thinking about it pushed him to the edge and soon he was shooting wad after thick wad into her little mouth. Lucky for her, last night and this morning's liaisons would ensure that there would not be copious amounts for her to take down.

"Swallow it." He expected more of a resistance but she did so almost immediately. It made him laugh and only gave him more ammunition for his verbal weapon. "I had no idea you would be so hungry for my cum little Jane. If that's the case, I'll be sure to feed you often." He finally released her and she just turned her head away. He left her like that, pleased that she finally didn't try to move away from him. He stepped back and began gathering his clothing from the floor and dressing. "You will remain here once more while I check on the progress of your armor. After that, I'll take you out to see the dwarves. Undoubtedly it has been some time since they've seen a mortal, if ever. We well get you something to eat as well."

And then he was gone. She didn't know for how long but when the door sounded his return, she was standing near it and away from the bed in the hopes that staying away from it would keep him from taking her again. She had no idea if she'd be successful but it was worth a shot. He entered holding some cloth over his arm. He seemed somewhat surprised by her position in the room but soon a knowing smile crossed his lips.

"My dear Jane. If I want to fuck you, I don't need a bed to do it." She looked away from him but didn't move away so he just handed the dress he held to her. "Put this on." She tentatively looked at what he held out to her before looking incredulously into his eyes. He decided to immediately quash any resistance she might have to the idea. "Put it on or I will rip your Midgardian attire from your body and parade you about the city wearing nothing." She fumed but snatched the garment away from him. She started to turn around to shield her front from his view but he stopped her again. The sooner she started not worrying about keeping anything from him, the better off they would both be. He wasn't just fucking her for the sake of sexual gratification. He needed her trained. Trained to do as he said the moment he said it, without hesitation. The stunt she'd pulled on Jotunheim almost got them both killed, all because she refused to do as he said. If he wanted to survive her lifetime, he needed her obedient. She'd forced this lifestyle on herself. He had no intention of dying for her sake. "Do not turn from me you silly little thing. I'm already intimately familiar with your form but if you still have something to hide, I'd be more than happy to seek it out before we depart."

He relished the way she tensed at his words and her resulting obedience. "I hate you so much."

"If you say that to wound me, you will be sadly disappointed with the result. Think whatever you wish about me Jane Foster." He would never admit that how she felt about him actually did matter to him. Some things are just best left unknown to others. "I've never been particularly disturbed by the personal feelings that my servants have concerning myself." She just shook her head as a response as she stood bare before him before she started to slip the silken material over her head. "No." Her brow furrowed, not knowing why he stopped her. "Remove the material from your breasts."

"My bra? Why?" Again with the questioning.

"It will hinder the view. Now remove it or I will destroy it." Again, she huffed but did as she was told. "The lower piece as well." This time she didn't question him but muttered some curse directed at him under her breath. Let her say whatever she wished, it didn't matter. He just wanted her to do as she was told. Soon enough, she was covered by nothing but the thin material of the dress he'd procured for her. He drank in her appearance before departing. Her nipples were stiff and stood proudly against the fabric, a nice visual. He opened the door and gestured for her to go ahead of him, more so he could inspect the backside of her than for any other reason. As he'd hoped, the thin fabric hugged all of her delicate curves, even dipping ever so slightly between the cheeks of her pert little ass.

They spent the next few hours wandering around. After the first hour, she started to relax and become fascinated by the world around them as he was fairly certain she would. He had no desire for her to be constantly sullen around him. He wanted her obedient. The rest didn't matter as much. He was fairly sure he could keep her interest piqued by the worlds they'd travel to and keep her from any of the depressions her kind was like to experience. He didn't want to have to guard against her taking her own life as well as all the multitude of other obstacles he had to face concerning that fragile flame of hers. After a long time, he could tell that her hunger was getting to her, so he had them stop at a tavern and order some food. He did it for her since she had no idea what the foods were. He chose something he thought might somewhat be likened to human cuisine, something that wouldn't disgust her. He also ordered her some dwarven ale, interested to see what its effect would be on her delicate human constitution.

She picked at her food at first but after finding it palatable, she ate with a bit more gusto. The ale she just sipped at but it didn't matter, it immediately became apparent that the potent beverage was having an effect, if her flushed cheeks were any indication. It had been a long time since he'd indulged some of his more debaucherous tendencies and since this seemed like as good a time as any and with the way her attire continued to stoke his libido, he placed a hand on her knee and slowly began pulling the fabric higher. She, of course, froze immediately and put her hand on top of his in a pathetic attempt to still his actions.

He let her try, it was not as though it hindered his progress in the least. It was no time before his hand was in contact with her bare flesh as it trailed languidly up her thigh. She gasped when his fingers almost came in contact with her heated core.

"Is your cunt wet, I wonder?"

"Loki, not here. I'll do whatever you want when we get back just please don't do anything else here."

"You'll do whatever I want no matter where we are, I don't need your assurances for that." He just let his hand rub between her thighs, purposely not delving between her nether lips. "So tell me little mortal, are you wet?" She refused to answer. He chuckled then. "I suggest you answer my question because you will not like the result if you continue to be obstinate."

"Loki, please."

"Answer now or I'll tear that dress from you and have you suck my cock as I finish my meal. Have no worries, the dwarves are not opposed to public fornication. Just wait for the night to draw on and you'll see for yourself. Now, when I slip my fingers higher, will I find your mortal pussy ready for whatever I choose to slip inside of it?"

"Why are you doing this?" He chuckled again.

"Because you need to learn to do as I say, when I say it, so that you don't get us killed."

"And making me do these sick things will get you that?"

"A woman who doesn't question a man and his sexual habits, is a woman who will not question anything else either. Now last chance and stop stalling or I will carry through with my threat. At this point, I'm hoping that you do."

"Yes, I'm wet." She spat out.

"Good girl, now that wasn't so hard." He said as he pressed two fingers deeply inside of her. "And so wet. You enjoy this treatment, don't you?"

"No."

"Lies. You like it or your body would not react so well to it. If you hated it, you'd be dry as a dessert but you enjoy the loss of control, like most intelligent women, you crave it."

"That's not true."

"No?"

"No."

"But look at your breasts, now tightly drawn they are, how your nipples try and cut through the fabric just to expose themselves to the outside air. Your body wants to be fucked, to be dominated, even brutalized to an extent."

"Shut up."

"Why, because my words are making you spasm lightly around my fingers? I can feel that you know? I have centuries of experience with women just like you. You're like an instrument that I learned to play well long ago. You're nothing special in this aspect Jane Foster, just a little more responsive than most but mortals tend to be the more ardent sluts of the nine realms."

His words weren't solely affecting her, nor was the way her body continued to sporadically tighten around his fingers, so he decided to end his torture and continue hers. He pulled her into his lap, facing away from him. It only took a second before he'd freed himself and only one more to get her dress around her waist despite the way she was trying to put a stop to every one of his moves. He was too quick and too strong for her to hinder him in the least and before she knew it, he was sliding her down the length of him. He let the dress fall then, so that other patrons would see nothing but her sitting on his lap as he lifted her glass of ale to her lips. Well, they would also see the way her face was flushed and the mortified look it held. But they wouldn't immediately know that his cock was lodged deeply within her weeping cunt.

"We will finish our meal and while we do, you will sit there and squeeze yourself around me. If you do that well enough, I won't actually fuck you before we leave."