A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been like three weeks, but I promise I am sticking to this fic! I won't leave you ;) I am taking a quick break from Trista/Loki in order to reset my brain. I still have lots of story left for them, but I wanted to try writing something with a lighter tone (well, lighter with dub-con), just to get the creative urge flowing again. This chapter will feature my OC Jane. Let me know what you think! I hope you like it.

Made to be Ruled

Chapter VIII: It Plays Games and Crashes

Jane was sitting at her desk in her dorm room, frantically typing on her laptop.

Candy knocked and opened the door. "Hey, Jane. Oh, nice, you finally got your computer fixed?" She stepped inside the room and a cute guy followed in behind her.

Jane looked up. "Yeah, I fixed it myself." She smiled tentatively at the guy and then looked back at Candy. "Do you guys need the room, or…?"

"You can hang out with me and Tyler if you want."

The guy spoke up. "Taylor."

Candy didn't seem to hear him. She watched her friend stand up from her desk. "Are you sure? You don't have to leave."

"It's okay, I need a change of scenery anyway." Jane closed her laptop gently; if she snapped it shut, Candy might think she was mad. She scooped up her laptop and its power cord and slipped past Candy and Taylor with her head bowed.

The common room on their floor smelled like microwave popcorn tonight. Someone must have microwaved it literally two minutes ago and taken it back to their room, because the common room was empty. It was Saturday night and everyone was either out partying or visiting relatives.

Jane walked past the couches, knowing she'd probably fall asleep if she sat on something soft. Instead, she plunked her laptop down on the long kitchen table and pulled out a chair. She glanced around for the nearest electrical outlet to plug in her laptop, which was so ancient that its battery couldn't hold a charge anymore. She grasped the plug and brought it over to the outlet. If the cord was only a few inches longer, it would have reached the outlet. Damn.

The popcorn smell was permeating her brain, making her mouth water. She bit her lip. She shouldn't be thinking about snacking right now.

Her stomach growled, contradicting her.

She shook her head. No snacking. Focus. She sat on the chair, put the laptop on her lap, and scooted closer to the wall so she could plug in her laptop.

She flipped it open and stared at the white screen, which had several lines of code already written. She was programming a computer game as an assignment for one of her classes. She positioned her fingers over the keys and began to type.

Four letters appeared on the screen: L-O-K-I.

Jane blinked. She figured she must have absentmindedly typed that. The popcorn smell must be getting to her. She hit the backspace four times, took a deep breath, and began typing again.

Without warning, the screen went black. Jane's heart stopped. She swiped her finger over the touchpad and then pressed the power button like a madwoman. She tried to stay calm, or at least in Phase One: Denial – You Have Not Just Lost Hours of Coding.

The laptop refused to awaken.

Another deep breath in. Another waft of salt and butter.

Screw it. She was having that popcorn.

She stood up and placed the laptop on the chair. She headed over to the cupboard where she knew one of her dorm mates kept her stash of Orville Redenbacher's. The box had PROPERTY OF BREANNE P. written on it in black ink, but the box was so huge that most people stole from her box with little chance of repercussions. All you had to do was rearrange the packets so it looked just as full as you left it. Hopefully Breanne P. didn't count the packets. Probably not; she was an Arts major.

Jane cast a glance behind her as she reached inside the box. Her hand hit the bottom. She felt around, but felt nothing but cardboard. She grabbed the box and looked inside, confirming that it was indeed empty. She sighed and placed it back in the cupboard.

Someone chuckled behind her. "You finally surrender to temptation, but who says temptation wants to surrender to you?"

Jane spun around, looking for the source of the voice. She saw no one. She gave her head a shake, telling herself that she must be hallucinating. The alternative explanation would be…

No, hallucinating was definitely the sanest option. She had to finish coding tonight. The assignment was due tomorrow. She couldn't waste another second thinking about Loki.

She walked over to her chair, picked up her laptop and sat back down. She was about to try rebooting, when she heard a noise come from the full-length windows in the sitting area. Jane's heart began to race. They were on the second floor – too high for most intruders to reach, but you never knew. She stood up and went over to the window, which was slightly reflective during the night. She thought she saw a person hovering outside. She squinted and slowly stepped closer. As she approached, she gained a clearer image of the pale skin and green eyes of an all-too-familiar face. In the window, his image appeared to be superimposed on her reflection. "Loki? Are you outside the window?"

White hands appeared around her waist. "No. I'm behind you."

Jane shrieked. Loki quickly clamped a hand around her mouth, muffling the sound. He pulled her closer. She would have lost her balance if he hadn't been holding her so securely. "Everyone's gone, remember? No use in screaming." He flipped her around, making her dizzy. He pressed his hands flat against her back and crushed his lips into hers, eliciting another, yet softer, squeal from Jane.

She broke away, only managing to pull half an inch away from his lips. "I'm busy, I have a deadline."

"I don't care." Loki pressed his groin against her, his leather pants straining with the effort of containing him. He moved his hand up and grasped the back of her head. Holding her in place, he kissed her again, his tongue entering her mouth and teasing her.

Jane's eyes closed, her head swirling. Loki stepped towards her and she took an equal step back; he guided her backwards until her bare shoulders, exposed by her tank top, were pressed against the cool glass of the window. Loki anchored his feet on either side of hers. He was so close to her that his toes touched the baseboard under the long window. He clasped his hands around each of her wrists and lifted them, slamming them against the glass above her head.

The window was double-paned. Jane wasn't sure how strong that made the windows. She had a sudden, terrifying vision of herself toppling backwards, along with a million pieces of glass, out onto the pavement. She began to sweat, despite the coolness of the glass. She jerked her head to the side, evading his kiss. "Loki," she managed to say. Her voice sounded like he had sucked the air from her lungs. "Please. What if…?"

"… The window shatters?" Loki trailed his fingertips down her arms and wrapped his arms around her waist. She held her breath, transfixed by his eyes. A wicked grin spread across Loki's face.

Suddenly, the window panes vanished. Jane fell backwards, screaming. Her hands shot forward and wrapped themselves around Loki's neck.

His grin widened. He allowed her to lean back only an inch before tightening his grip around her waist and pulling her back in.

To Jane, it had felt like she had fallen a mile. Adrenaline surged through her. She panted, registering that her feet were still firmly on the floor. She hadn't fallen out the window. Her spine was still intact.

Cool air blew into the room. She realized she had buried her face in Loki's chest. She looked up at him, careful not to move her body.

Loki looked down at her. "Isn't this better?"

Her voice was tiny. "Get me away from the window, please."

"Oh, but I like this. I have you just where I want you."

Jane was shaking involuntarily. Her feet were bare and she could feel the breeze against her heels. She clung to Loki, unsure of what his intentions were. If he swayed even a fraction closer to her, it would be enough to send them off balance and careening out of the window.

Loki kept his eyes fixed on her. He remained steady, standing tall and solid. Slowly, he brought his lips to her ear. "I won't let you fall," he whispered, as if it was a secret he was reluctant to share. He picked her up and swung her around so that she was standing much further from the gaping rectangular hole in the wall.

She was able to stop shaking. "Are you going to leave the window like that?"

Loki laughed. "I might. Depends on whether the fresh air does you any good."

"And how will you know if it does?" Even though she felt faint, she tried to remain standing. She stumbled backwards and almost toppled over the arm of the couch.

Then he was above her, pushing her down the rest of the way onto the couch. Her feet flew into the air, her legs on either side of his hips. "When you start thinking rationally."

"Rationally? You're the one -"

He forced his mouth on top of hers. Her tailbone was resting on the arm of the couch and her head was on one of the cushions, leaving her torso at a downward angle. Gravity pushed her breasts towards her neck. Loki slid his hands under her tank top, bringing the small of her back even closer to his pelvis. He tore his lips away and fastened them against her neck.

Jane's hands were in his hair. "Wait."

Loki growled and bit her neck. "What is so urgent, mortal, that it cannot wait until I've had you? You fret over such worldly trifles. Your concern should be directed elsewhere. Here." He stood up. Jane's gaze trailed down his lithe body and came to rest at his crotch. His pants were threatening to split at any moment from the godly force that pushed out from beneath. Jane's lips parted slightly. She scooted herself back so she could sit on the cushion and straighten her back. She struggled to remember what she was about to say. If she had been planning to say anything. If she could remember to how to speak. Where was she, again?

Loki watched her eyes smoulder. He threw his shoulders back, making them appear broader. His hair blew gently in the breeze, carrying his scent over to Jane. He chuckled, watching her struggle to collect her thoughts. He knew he had her now.

"The deadline," she stammered. "I'll eat your extension. I mean, I'll need an extension. I'll -" Her hand flew to her hair, a nervous habit. "Sorry, my hair is dirty. I'll take a shower, get dressed, and we can go out. On a date or something." Her face was burning. She knew she was rambling, but she couldn't help it. It was always like this when she talked to beautiful men; she operated in one of two settings: mute or psycho-babble.

"A date?"

"Unless that's a stupid idea. I'm sorry." Damn, that face, those eyes. He almost made her forgot she looked like crap. The way he stared at her made her self-conscious; her hand flew to her hair again and smoothed a lock of –

Greasy hair! Jane scolded herself. "I'll be right back. Help yourself to the juice in the fridge."

Loki only had to take a couple long strides to reach the kitchen area. He grasped the door handle of the fridge and swung the door open. He was so much taller than the fridge that he had to bend down significantly to peer inside. "I haven't seen so many fruits milling about since Thor's coronation."

"The healthy stuff in there belongs to my dorm mates. I just own the juice."

Loki reached inside the fridge and pushed around some of the containers. "I don't see it."

"The grape juice. I hide it behind the milk."

Loki grasped the neck of a tall glass bottle filled with dark pink liquid. He turned to Jane and held up the bottle, shaking it a couple times. He cocked one eyebrow, as if he was the Resident Assistant about to reprimand her.

Jane smiled sheepishly. "Okay, it's wine."

"And it's almost empty. Naughty girl. Do you entertain often?"

"No," she said slowly, bowing her head to hide her face. If Loki only knew how much of a wine swilling, computer programming geek she was, there was no way he'd want to spend another second with her. Remembering her manners, she dashed over to the cupboard to grab two mugs. She walked over to Loki and held one out.

Loki unscrewed the cap off the bottle and poured the wine into the first mug. Jane watched the contents empty into the first mug and her face turned the color of the drink. "Sorry, I guess there's only enough for one." She set the other mug down on the counter.

Loki tossed the bottle into the air and it vanished.

Jane blinked, bewildered. She opened her mouth.

He took the mug with the wine in it from Jane's hand. With his other hand, he grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "This is plenty." He dipped his finger into the wine and touched the indentation between Jane's clavicles. His gaze followed the droplet as it slid down to her cleavage.

The chill of his touch, of the liquid, made her shiver. She cleared her throat. "I'll be right back." She dashed past the couches, into the hallway.

Loki called after her, "The longer you resist, the sweeter it'll be when I finally conquer you." He brought the mug to his lips and took a sip, the blush wine leaving its color and gloss behind. He licked his lips, savoring the first taste of the night.

Jane stood in front of the shower and peeled off her tank top and sweatpants. The showers on her floor were private, thank God. She folded her clothes and placed them on the bench that was bolted to the wall.

It wasn't until the hot water was flowing down her shoulders that she realized she completely forgot to bring a towel. "Oh, fuck me," she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

The shower curtain swooshed to one side. Jane jumped and opened her eyes.

Loki had one hand on the shower curtain. He stood there, completely naked, looking down at her with a smirk. "Well, if you insist." He stepped inside the shower stall, which was so narrow, clearly its makers hadn't had horny college students in mind when they constructed it. Whenever Jane showered, she always thought, this must be how a toothpaste tube feels when it's still in the box.

"I thought you were claustrophobic?" Loki cocked his head to one side, teasing her. He enjoyed how nervous she was becoming in reaction to their proximity.

"I take short showers." Jane tore her eyes away from him and tried to determine how best to exit without brushing against him. She knew if she came into contact with his bare skin, which was getting wetter and wetter, she'd never leave the shower again. She took a careful step out of the shower.

"Where are you going?" Loki raised one hand and rested it against the shower head. "Stay for a drink."

Jane stared at him, confused. She stood with one foot in and one foot out of the shower. The water began to run from clear to pink. She blinked, wondering she was hallucinating. Loki brought his hand away from the showerhead and gently touched his wet finger to her lips. Jane sucked the liquid from it and tasted the exact flavor of wine that had been in the bottle. Her eyes widened. The man is Jesus. "Holy shit," she breathed.

A knock came at the door. "You almost finished in there?"

Jane recognized the voice of her Resident Assistant. "Just a second," she called, her voice increasing an octave. Then she whispered to Loki, "Where are your clothes?"

He raised his eyebrows and grinned at her. "My clothes you need not be concerned about. Your clothes are an entirely different matter."

Jane stepped her other foot out of the shower and glanced at the bench, which was devoid of the top and sweatpants she'd placed there. Her eyes swept the floor, hoping maybe they'd fallen. "Loki," she hissed. She glared at him and then grasped the doorknob. She hid her body as best she could behind the door as she opened the door. She peeked her head around. "Hello, Tripti. Um, do you have a towel?"

"I saw these outside the door." Tripti held up Jane's top and pants and passed them to her. Her brows were knit together, creating a line that Jane was supposed to fill in with an answer.

"Thank you so much." Jane tried to push the door closed.

Tripti pushed back. "Hang on, who else is in there?"

"No one, it's my phone. Now let me get dressed." Jane pushed harder until the door clicked shut.

Tripti spoke through the door. "Whatever you say. But there's only one way out of there, so…"

Jane listened, trying to determine if Tripti was walking away. She couldn't be sure. Jane tugged on her clothes. She was threading her arm through the arm-hole of her top when the door burst open. "Hey!" Jane quickly adjusted her shirt.

It was Loki on the other side.

Jane whipped her head around to look at the now empty shower, the wine still flowing. She snapped her head back to look at him in the doorway. "How did you -?"

He held up the two mugs from before. "Happy to see me now?" He stepped inside, brushing past her, still bare-ass naked. How he got that body past Tripti was beyond Jane's scope of reasoning. He held the mugs under the stream, the liquid filling them and running down his hands. He offered one to Jane.

Jane reached out her hand to accept it and almost got her fingers around it, when Loki retracted his hand. "Not yet." He frowned and stared at the mugs. They morphed into wine glasses, as slender and elegant as the man who held them. "That's better." He passed Jane's glass to her. With a smile, he clinked his glass against hers. "Cheers, mortal slave." He took a sip, then vanished the glass.

Jane brought her glass to her lips and downed its contents. Probably not that classy, but she needed something to quell her nerves. When she brought the glass down, Loki grasped her wrist and extended her arm towards him. He kissed the inside of her elbow, leaving behind a lip-shaped shadow of wine. This he licked, and then kissed the next spot up on her arm, continuing until his face was against her neck. "Where is your bedroom?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

"My roommate is using -"

He held the small of her back with one hand, supporting her as he tipped her back. He bit her neck, causing just enough pain to make her whimper. "Answer my question."

"Just down the hall."

"I insist you take me to bed."

"But -"

Growling with impatience, Loki kissed her. He grabbed her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist. Jane threw her arms around his neck in attempt to regain her balance. He straightened and grabbed her other thigh, bringing it to his hip. "If you continue to defy me, I'll just have to transport us there myself." He slammed her backwards. She expected to hit the door, but instead she was hit with a wave of vertigo and the next thing she knew she was laying against the cotton sheets of her bed.

She twisted her neck, searching for Candy. She heard their toilet flush. The bathroom door opened and Candy emerged. She looked at Jane splayed out on her bed. "Hey, I didn't hear you come in."

Jane looked around for Loki. He was nowhere to be seen. "Yeah, um…" Something soft brushed against the instep of her foot. She gasped.

Candy's eyebrows darted up. "Are you okay?"

Jane nodded. She looked at her feet, still seeing nothing. Where was Loki? She began to speak, when the caress at her foot turned into a tickle. She burst into a fit of giggles. "Stop," she pleaded.

Candy rushed forward and sat on Jane's bed beside her. "What's wrong?"

In between giggles, Jane gasped. "I just need the room for an hour." She felt someone bite her big toe. "Two hours." Then she felt a harder bite at her ankle. She winced, still giggling in response to the tickling. "I mean, all night. Sorry!"

Candy put her hand on Jane's shoulder. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on. You look like you're in pain."

Loki's voice flowed into Jane's ear. "Tell her you're about to get held down and fucked by a god."

"I'm fine, just – Oh," Jane breathed. She brought her hand to her crotch and tried to push away what she assumed was Loki's invisible hand caressing her. "It's that guy I told you about. He's coming… he's coming over."

Candy jumped up off the bed and squealed. "No way, are you serious? Now I definitely have to stay."

Jane tried to sit up, but was pinned down by a still-invisible Loki. "I don't know. Maybe you should meet him another time. He's really shy."

Candy threw her head back and erupted in her trademark loud laugh. "Jane, he fucked you in a library after hours. This is not a shy boy. Then again, it's usually the quiet ones that turn out to be the kinkiest. I wish Tyler had been like that." She shook her head. "Four minutes of fail."

Loki's lips were on her collarbone. Jane gasped, "How about I text you when we're done and you can meet him when he's loosened up?"

Candy laughed again. "Okay, but only because you look so excited for him to get here. Like, really excited." She grabbed her phone off the nightstand. "Where do you find these guys?"

"You didn't find me. I found you." Loki murmured in Jane's ear.

"Bye, Candy." Jane's voice was too high. As usual, she was putting way too much effort into acting normal.

Candy waved, stepped out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Loki became visible again. He loomed over her, his lips still against her ear. "I knew you craved subjugation at the hands of someone so powerful, you had no choice but to submit. And these hands, oh, these hands will caress you, slowly, intimately, in every way they know how, until the only thing you are capable of is screaming my name." He slid her pants down her legs, his hands gliding against her warm skin.

Jane moaned, careening on the sound waves of his voice.

"How many times have you laid here and fantasized about me taking control of you?" He caressed her cheek, which had grown hot. He watched her hesitate. Every moment of it was delicious.

Jane closed her eyes, becoming even more aroused at the cool touch of his hand. "Not often."

He laughed darkly. "I love when you lie to me. But I know one thing that never lies." He brought his fingers between her legs and stroked her gently.

Jane bit her lip. She had surrendered to him so easily last time, and had ended up with nothing but a torn skirt and underwear gone AWOL. This time, she wouldn't be so easy and maybe she'd evoke a different side of Loki. But, God, his touch was making it hard for her to stick to her promise.

His entire weight was bearing down on her, securing her against the soft sheets. He kissed her neck and then pressed his face into her pillow, inhaling. He brought his mouth to her ear. "Your bed smells just like you. After tonight, it will smell like me."

Jane squeezed her thighs together around Loki's hand. She would never wash her sheets again. "Does that mean you're going to do my laundry?"

Loki scowled and sank his teeth into her neck, hard enough to leave bite marks. Jane released another moan. She was turned on enough to register the sensation as pleasure. She lifted her chest and turned her head to the side.

"You need a more severe method of punishment, I see." Loki leaned back onto his knees and flipped her so she was on her stomach. He grabbed her waist and yanked her towards him. He opened his palm and spanked her once. "I don't like you playing games with me." He spanked her again, leaving a red mark behind.

Jane propped herself upon her hands. "Yes, Master," she heard herself saying.

Loki opened his other palm and delivered another spanking. "I know how desperately you crave my cock inside you." He stroked the tip of his organ around her entrance. "You are dripping, my slave. It is futile to resist."

She whimpered, struggling to maintain her sanity. Despite herself, she pushed back with her hips in attempt to feel more of his organ.

Loki curled his hand between her legs and tortured her most sensitive spot. She moaned, louder this time. He spoke over her noise. "Wouldn't it have been simpler to surrender at the start? Now you've made me impatient. I can't wait any longer, slave. If you do not submit to me willingly, I will take you by force."

Jane shivered. Loki rubbed his hand against her shoulder to warm her. She turned her head to look at him. This seemingly thoughtful gesture was incongruent with what he'd just said. "How much force?"

"It shall be equal to the amount of resistance." He grinned, his teeth gleaming. "And I believe you've been fiercely resisting me." He coaxed her between her legs more rapidly, his fingers almost vibrating.

Her arms gave way as the sensation weakened her. Loki moved his hand to stroke the inside of her thigh. "Don't stop," Jane breathed. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her clit.

"I have a better idea." Loki grabbed her waist and flipped her over. He pushed her legs up into the air. He ducked his head until he was mere inches from her crotch. He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling.

To Jane, it felt like he was taking an eternity. She laid her head back against the pillow. "Loki…"

He snickered. "Where is your resolve now?" He kissed the inside of her thigh. He traced a line on her skin, further down, with his tongue. "You are ready for me. And I have been ready for you, my sweet slave, since I first sneaked up on you."

Jane tilted her head up to look at him. She forgot about her promise to herself and allowed her vulnerability to seep through in her voice. "Really?"

He kissed up her abdomen until his lips were hovering over her breasts. Jane could see his massive erection. "Is that so hard to believe?" He pushed his face between her breasts, smothering himself. "I want you…"

Jane smiled and closed her eyes. She was about to reply, until he dug his fingernails into the outsides of her breasts. Jane gasped and, at the same time, Loki thrust the head of his organ into her, adding, "… to scream my name."

She placed her hands on either side of his head and tried to rein him in for a kiss, fighting against Loki's determination to hold his head away from her. He preferred to watch her pleasure play out on her face, enjoying the intensity of her reactions. He slowly slid the entirety of his length inside, hissing at the incredible wetness he felt surround him. "You have been resisting nothing but your own desires, your own nature. Once you accept that, you will know peace." He rocked back and forth, his eyes growing hazy.

Jane thrust her pelvis up towards him. She ran her hands along his back, feeling the rise in temperature. "What about your nature? Your desires?"

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. He changed the pattern of his thrusting to a more circular motion, surprising her. If it wasn't for the innocent tone in her voice, he would have had to punish her for questioning him. "If what I desire isn't evident at this point…" He rubbed his pelvis against her clit, coaxing another moan from her. "I'm afraid you haven't been paying attention." He thrust into her forcefully.

Jane screamed his name, her head reeling at the pressure. It felt like his organ was swelling even more inside her. He increased his speed, heightening his own pleasure and allowing himself to groan loudly. He reveled in just how wet he had made her, wet enough to encompass the entirety of his organ. He smiled, remembering how her small mouth had managed to accommodate his length as well. Loki had been practicing magic for centuries, but this woman seemed to have her own brand of sorcery. He listened to her scream his name again and he closed his eyes, as if he was listening to a symphony.

Jane admired the smile that played on his face. His hair was disheveled; she put her hands on his hair and messed it up even more, smiling at how beautiful chaos could look.

Loki opened his eyes and drank in the sight of his woman beneath him. He knew he was going to orgasm any second. He tried desperately to wait until Jane caught up with him. It took all his effort to close his eyes again.

Jane couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. "Loki, please, I need to feel you come inside me."

Her pleading voice prompted him to open his eyes. He listened to her begging, screaming his name and "Please," as if she was dying of thirst and he had only to tip the chalice to send a wave of relief over her. He fixed his gaze onto hers so she could watch the progression of his undoing.

When he finally came, he fell apart so violently that Jane's mouth hung open in awe. He was wild and uncontrollable, and completely fixated on her.

"You are mine," he hissed with the last of his energy before collapsing on top of her.

With the tiniest of whispers, Jane said, "You're mine too."

Loki pretended not to hear her. He buried his face in the pillow that smelled so much like her, and kept his smile a secret.