Warning: if you have not seen Thor 2, I do not recommend reading this! There are hinted spoilers within and I don't want to be accused of ruining something for those who haven't seen the movie yet. Don't. Do it. Watch the movie, then come read this!

It was a dream, right? It had to be. There was simply no other explanation for it, Natasha thought as she was pulled slowly towards the throne, the gold stone crumbling but no less grand, the hall ruined yet still had a charm and grandiose of its own. The man in front of her hiding his real pain behind eyes that told her he wanted her in a thousand different ways, some of which she was more than happy to give him. His fingers tugged on her wrist, his eyes locked with hers as he stepped backwards towards the throne. His throne. She could see the possession shining in his eyes, the proud gleam of a man once scorned but turned victorious. It made her chest thrum and the heat between her legs intensify. Ambition. He reeked of it and she couldn't get enough, skin crawling with her desire for him.

It had to be a dream. In no other universe could he have been king, yet now that he was and he sat, legs akimbo, on his dilapidated golden throne, she knew there was simply no other place for him to be. She stood in front of him, not trusting herself to move from where he'd placed her as he whirled one hand in front of him.

"Turn," he murmured, voice a low call to her passion and the wanton heat making her legs slick. She did, and the dress she didn't even realize she was wearing billowed out around her, a whirl of green and gold. Further proof that she was his. Further claim laid on another thing she was certain he'd never have, yet why not indulge this fantasy Loki of hers for a little longer? She wanted to savor the look of absolute need for as long as she could.

Too soon the cold air hit her skin, the dress disappearing off of her frame, magicked away to wherever he desired it, leaving Natasha bare in front of him. Had it been real she'd have kicked his ass six ways from Sunday, naked or not, but as it was she could afford some modesty she supposed, one arm wrapping around her breasts to shield them from his view. A throaty chuckle left his lips as he beckoned her nearer with the crook of his finger. When she didn't move he sat forward a little on his seat.

"Natasha. Come here," he purred. The scent of her arousal hit her nose, spurned on by his words. Judging by the grin curling his lips he, too, had realized just how much she liked it, and waited patiently for her to obey his orders, her bare feet padding on the stone ground as she moved closer. A hand of his shot out to grab the arm that kept her from being bared to him and pulled it to the side.

"I want to see you in all your glory, pet. Show your king what you have to offer him."

Words felt difficult to form, aside from the murmured "Yes, my king" that left her already parted lips, panting with want as she bent slowly down to her knees and presented herself in front of him without an ounce of shame. What harm could it do, after all?

At this level she could see his cock straining against the leather of his trousers, could hear the way his breath hitched at her compliance, watched his ambition flare up once more along with his pride. She dipped her own chin down a moment later, head tipped ever-so slightly to the side. Wasn't that what she was supposed to do? Either way her subconscious Loki needed to hurry up or she'd wake to Barton yelling at her to suit up for a mission, or Steve coming through with question about their newest target and just how Nat knew him so well.

A hand stretched out to take her by the chin and lifted her head. A cock was presented in front of her mouth and with ease she accepted it past her parted lips eagerly. Her mind seemed to even understand the weight of him in her mouth along with the taste of his cock so that she was so sure it was real. With an eager hum she bobbed her head, swallowing him down with little problem after she'd relaxed her throat. His hand moved from her chin to her hair, fingers holding tight to her straight red strands as he moaned and whispered her name, praising her as though she was the first and only one who'd done it for him. And wasn't that what she loved best about it? Somewhere deep inside there was something in her that loved this position, the subtle dominance that came along with one having a cock in their mouth. She held all the power, all the trust in the dynamic, and that Loki-even a fake version of him-understood and trusted her enough for that? One of her hands shifted from where she'd placed it atop her knees to her center, spreading her legs ever so slightly so she could massage her clit between her thumb and forefinger. A tremor made her gasp and hold him in her mouth as her tongue swirled around the base, before eventually she was pulled away, sucking on the head and tonguing the tip until he groaned and pulled her off it with a vulgar pop. She grinned up at him with glistening lips until he pulled her up and onto his lap. She reached down to position his cock just below her entrance, thinking he'd take her with her on top, but he stopped her with the slightest flick of his wrist. Her hands were joined in manacles so that her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, allowing him access to her lips once more as he grinned against them.

"Not so quick," he teased, pressing his hips upwards so that the head of his cock slid against her slit, tormenting her till she thought she might burst with want. It wasn't fair! This was her dream after all, why wasn't she getting what she wanted?

By the time he did slip into her, he'd bent her over one of the sides of the throne so that her hands had to try and grasp at the roughened surfaces, enjoying all the more the way the edges bit into her skin as he slowly eased his cock into her, inch by inch as he stretched her out. It was almost too real, yet at the same time too much for her mind to handle without it being real, and her mind spun with the implications as he fully seated himself inside her. His hand rubbed her back gently before trailing upwards to her hair and tugging gently, just enough for her to arch her back and tighten herself around him. He let out a low hiss, pulling out before slamming back into her until she felt the impact of his actions in her bones, until she was certain her cries would do more than just echo around the chamber but might actually reach the actual Loki, or her team. Wouldn't they be ashamed of her then, to see her bent and writhing beneath him, toes curled on the cold flooring as she rocked her hips back into his to try and meet him thrust for thrust? Where were her pretty, ensnaring words now when all she could utter was: "YesyesyesyohgodLokiplease-pleaseLokiyes," each word punctuated with another thrust, another wet slap of his hips against hers. His free hand held her all the closer to him before eventually reaching up so he bent over her to fondle her breasts, taking the weighty mounds of flesh in hand and flicking the nipple between his fingers, teasing her till she felt about to scream.

"Come for me, pet," he purred in her ear, teeth sinking into the shell of it as she let out a wail of pleasure. "Come for your king."

He didn't have to tell her twice, the orgasm all but ripping itself out of her body as she convulsed and tightened herself around him, trying to gain as much friction as she could while he fucked her through her orgasm, patient and understanding as he whispered in her ear how good of a girl she was. "I'm going to keep you forever, Natasha. You'll be fed the apples of Idunn from platters of gold, be fed the richest of wines from goblets encrusted with jewels. You'll have a crown to make kings from all the nine realms weep and dresses of the finest silks and fabrics to make every woman green with envy. And you'll be mine, all mine. My stunning jewel in my city, in my realm, my kingdom. You'll be my queen, won't you?" He asked, tipping her head to the side so he could kiss her, searing her soul with every brush of his tongue against hers, with every shift of his hips as he coaxed another, stronger orgasm from her, this one mingling with his own. She could feel his come dripping down between her legs and reveled in it, unsure why it affected her so but loving that it drove her all the crazier and that she'd managed to see the end of the dream.

It was only after he'd brought them up to his chambers, the king's chambers, as she closed her eyes, tucked in his hold as he whispered "You're mine. All mine, my queen" over and over, that she thought sleep sounded like a lovely novelty and something she'd need to get while he would let her. Her eyes flew open once the reality of it all hit her, the god whose chest was pressed to her back pulling her tighter with his one arm stretched across her stomach.

Oh, hell.