Warning: Contains graphic depictions of sexual acts of a questionable consensual nature. Do not like? Do not read.

AN: First off, for those of you that have been following "Price of Mischief", this is not going to affect its updating at all. This has been a plot bunny that will not leave me alone and has been added to very slowly over the past month. I'm going to place the blame for this unimaginative drabble fully on KeepoftheNine. Ever since reading the bit of her story where Loki is sent to prison on Earth, this idea has been gnawing at my brain bits. If you've read hers, you'll know what I mean soon enough. I won't even guarantee this being an actual story, I may never finish it so be forewarned. If you don't want to read something that may never be completed, do not read this.

Companion

He heard the anteroom door lock click, followed soon after by the groan of heavy metal hinges. He was going to ignore his brother and the unknown woman he was bringing with him. He couldn't imagine what Thor thought this scheme of his was like to accomplish but he would not play into his hands. He didn't need or want a companion. He wanted to be left alone to his exile within this high tower. Loki had to wonder what dark promise the blond prince had given to Odin in order to even secure such a ridiculous provision for the shamed and imprisoned adopted son.

When he heard the telltale sounds of the door closing and being secured once more, he expected to hear the obnoxious baritone of his brother soon after but the assumption never came to be. Instead, the only sound that met his ears was the gentle rustle of delicate fabric as someone entered the great room before coming to a standstill. So Thor had sent a woman, whoever she was, into the traitor's den alone. How very chivalrous of Asgard's future king. He wanted to bark out his incredulous laughter but he bit his tongue, remaining silent and keeping his promise to himself. He would just ignore her.

He expected some overly rehearsed, honeyed words from whatever whore his brother had generously bribed to fill such a distasteful roll but he was once again met with disappointment. Had he really become such a terrible judge of his situation? When the woman remained silent for a torturously long time, Loki finally chanced a look in her direction, if only to bark an order for her to leave him be. Words never left his mouth however once he saw her. This was no whore, not of any sort he'd ever been acquainted with. He stood and looked at her more closely. Thor truly was a devious man. He'd chosen well. How long had it taken him to find a young female that fit the younger prince's tastes in women so well? In fact, when had Thor ever taken the time to notice and mentally catalogue such a thing? He hated being reminded that Thor was not quite the fool he'd always imagined him to be.

He clenched a fist when he realized that it didn't matter. Her eyes flitted to his for a moment before her line of vision shot back to the floor. Though her hands hung at her sides, her fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of the torturously alluring dress. Almost without thought, more guided by loins that had not known the comforting embrace of a woman in what was now years, he stepped away from his desk and its position near the fire and approached the gift that his brother had garnered for him.

Their previous conversation still rang through his mind as he covered the space that separated him from the delicate woman in front of him.

"So you'll bring me a whore?"

"A companion." He'd corrected. "If you desire her to serve in other… more intimate respects, she will not refuse you."

Stopping in front of her, he made a closer inspection of her appearance, long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing the delicate swell of her breasts that were nearly visible through the thin material that separated them from his sight. He saw the way she trembled as he'd drawn nearer, her chest heaving gently with her labored breathing. Her reaction both assuaged his ego and pricked at his pride. She feared him, something he'd always liked to evoke in those around him but that fear… it wasn't garnered in the way he normally liked. He wanted people to be uneasy around him due to unpredictability or even due to his well-known talent in the dark arts of sorcery. However, he highly doubted those were the reasons for which she trembled now.

Her reasons… he didn't wish to ponder that now as he reached out and pushed her locks of hair over her right shoulder, exposing the pale flesh to his eyes and to his touch. She tensed beneath his fingers as they lightly toyed with the thin strap to her dress. He didn't look at his hand as he did this, instead watching her face as he touched her.

He watched as she tried so very hard to keep her features passive and while she did better than he suspected most would in her position, she was still imperfect in the attempt. He noted how her brow knotted lightly, her breathing becoming slightly more rapid, hitching even, as he slid the strap off the shoulder he'd been touching.

He marveled at how quickly his desires had changed. Before she'd entered, he'd been determined to pay the female sent to him no mind but now, within minutes of her arrival, he was slowly disrobing the poor creature. The fact that she obviously didn't wish to be here should have weighed on him far more than it did, should have doused his newly reawaked lust but it did not. Instead, it only made him wonder under what circumstances she'd arrived before him even as he let his fingers trace across the now somewhat lowered neckline of her dress, over the more exposed swell of her breasts and on to her other shoulder.

This was not her profession. That much was plain to see. She bore none of the readily visible marks of that trade. There were no tattoos across her collarbone, as was the common tradition and she didn't have the countenance. If Thor had wanted someone to both lie to him and lie with him, he could have found an actress among the many harlots of Asgard. Why he hadn't, Loki couldn't accurately guess. Also, no house would willing send their daughter to such a task, bringing shame to the family and Thor would not force some innocent into such a position. He paused just before pulling the other strap down and fully baring her upper half to him. The facts were clear: she was not a whore, did not wish to be here but was oddly willing to fulfill such an obviously distasteful task. The answer suddenly became clear.

"In what way was your sentence reduced?" he asked as he pulled the remaining strap down, baring her pert breasts for his inspection. The dusky pink nipples that tipped her medium sized breasts were already hard and pebbled. The sight of them only served to finish fleshing out the hardness that was now straining against the confines of his breeches.

She gasped quietly as the fabric fell but he suspected that it was more in reaction to his question and not her now partial nudity. He saw her close her eyes momentarily and swallow hard before her eyes flitted up to his once more. Again, she didn't maintain the gaze but she did answer.

"My name was withdrawn from the roster of the chopping block."

Her words surprised him. He really hadn't had any expectations, but death? There were not many crimes on Asgard that could warrant a punishment as final as execution. All of them involved a common theme, murder.

The corners of his lips ticked up slightly. Any compassion, any reservations he'd felt about engaging with the seemingly timid woman were suddenly gone. Any fear she felt, no longer bothered him. This was not some innocent that would be ruined by his touch; this was a woman serving out punishment for some dire crime. He didn't inquire further, no longer feeling the need to do so.

She was a murderer, just like him.

Instead, he used both of his hands on the flair of her hips to push the garment off fully. Even allowing himself to acknowledge the stark contrast between the hues of their flesh. It no longer bothered him as it originally might have, though he was certain that it bothered her.

It was not everyday that an Asgardian woman faced the prospect of sexual intimacy with a Jotunn male in all his ultramarine glory.

He would take pity on her in a small way however and he demonstrated that compassion when he suddenly faced her away from him and wordlessly bade her to place her hands on the side table she'd been standing next to. He drew down his breeches, lubricated his hideously blue cock with this own saliva, spread the woman's legs apart with a simple tap of his foot to her ankle and then guided his straining erection within her warm, somewhat willing body. This was a forced obedience, borne out of a fear of death. He took it.

Loki had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning. He almost laughed when he saw that she was digging the nails of one hand into the flesh on the back of the other in what was likely a similar tactic. She didn't want to cry out, though he doubted hers would have been an exclamation of pleasure as his would have been. With one hand, he gripped her hip, with the other; he gripped her shoulder before even beginning to move within her. He hesitated once more as he felt her shaking around him, likely terrified of being fucked by the monster that he was.

It was his ultimate punishment and seemingly hers, the removal of every last scrap of magic from his being, including even Odin's spell that had made him appear as an Asgardian for the past millennium. He shook the thought from his mind, finding he preferred his reawakened lusts to thoughts of what he was and how it was now plastered across his very skin.

He pulled nearly completely out of her tight embrace before snapping his hips forward, embedding himself within her fully once more. He couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips when she was unable to suppress a yelp. He repeated the moved again but this time she was ready and managed to keep quiet. The moment passed and once again he was consumed only by the need to sate his desires within his new 'companion'. His movements lacked any finesse on his part; his actions were purely selfish, designed only to speed him to his pleasurable end.

Under most circumstances, even he would have found using a woman so coldly to be a shameful thing but not with her. Thor had sent her to him because the woman didn't deserve such considerations; she'd earned her lot in life.

So lost he was in finding his own end, he didn't even notice when he'd started grunting, pulling back on the woman's shoulder harshly in order to deepen his thrusts and increase their power. The sounds of the hard flesh of his thighs smacking against her soft, delicate backside mixed well with the sounds of the crackling fire of the great room. Her breathing had turned harsh and when he opened his eyes momentarily, watching his blue hand that had been gripping her hip move to her other shoulder in order to aid him in his goal, he could see the drops of wet that sprinkled the sideboard's tabletop. He squeezed his eyes shut again, not wanting to see either sight and instead just imagined his cock slipping roughly into her over and over. He noted with laughable self-deprecation that in his imaginings his flesh was that of an Asgardian and not that of the sickening creature that he really was.

His grunts turned into hoarse, open-mouthed heaves as he felt his release boiling within him. A few thrusts later, he groaned loudly and filled the weeping woman with his royal seed. He collapsed atop her, only one of his hands falling to help brace him against the furniture, forcing her to bear the brunt of his weight. He breathed heavily against her neck for several minutes before straightening up, his hands going to either side of her hips as he looked between them while pulling away from her feminine embrace. He actually felt a ridiculous amount of relief when he saw that the thick cum that seeped out of her was not blue like the rest of him. At least something had remained unchanged. He absently massaged her right hip for a moment, a habit he'd always expressed when he'd finished taking a woman from behind.

"Your room will be the last on the left." He informed her dispassionately. "Mine is the first on the right. You will not enter it unless I'm not present in order to carry out your other duties." He saw her nod as she sniffed and straightened up, her hand wiping across her eyes that he could not see. He wondered if they were as red as his were naturally after their encounter. She didn't turn to face him but walked to where he'd indicated. "I do not wish to see you for the rest of the day." She nodded again before disappearing down the hallway.

He reached for the conveniently placed washbasin at the end of the sideboard and used the low water to rinse himself of the fluids from their coupling. His eyes remained locked on the sullied water after he'd placed it back on the counter. Refastening the stays on his trousers, he watched the tiny droplets of viscous material float within the bowl before he ran a hand through his dark hair. Lost in thought, he turned away, returned to his desk and to the book he'd abandoned when she'd arrived. He simply stared at the words on the exposed page but didn't read them, lost in thought over Thor's choice for his imprisonment companion.

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AN: Well, there you have it. A bit of blue Loki prison smut. I'm glad I got that out of my system. As always, reviews are very much appreciated. Happy reading!