Tastes Too Good To Be Bad [Dark!AU, @ladyloki-countessofmischief]
*Natasha has sent the message, although she’s uncertain about its delivery. When dealing with an Asgardian, there’s only so much technology can achieve. She sits in the appointed meeting place, demurely dress purely to draw attention to herself in the crowd of barely clothed women. She’s had to fend off attention, sipping her drink as she waits for Loki to enter - if she’ll even arrive. The message had been cryptic, designed to intrigue the goddess rather than secure her presence. Natasha has grown bored of S.H.I.E.L.D., as everyone but her saviour had predicted she would. That ledger will never be clear, and she’s intent on adding to her sin if she cannot absolve it.*
*The look of annoyance that had crossed the Goddess’s face as her phone chimed was enough to make a few guards look away to hide their amusement. She pulled it out and glanced oddly at the screen before recalling how to check new messages. The message was cryptic, even for Loki, who was known most oft for her own cryptic words and musings. She grinned, her interest peaked at from the message. She did not reply, she put the phone away and continued her attack on the small city.*
*As they city’s population dwindled to only those willing to serve Loki she decided to allow her guards to finish up there and return to her home. She appeared outside of the designated location and pushed the door open and scowled at the scene. Of course she got strange looks as she walked in clad in her scaled armour that she wore when destroying and conquering cities in preparation for the grand take over of the realm. A quick utterance of a spell and everyone was back to doing what they’d been doing when she’d entered. Her emerald eyes landed on Natasha and a smirk crossed her features.*
*She strode forward and stood before the woman with a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face.* Well, well. I must say, you sent quite an intriguing message. What is it that you wanted Widow?
*Natasha looks up as Loki enters, reclining back on the chair she’s sitting in as she crosses her legs. A little armour doesn’t intimidate her - she’s fought worse in far less than what she has now. A goddess, a destroyer of worlds - she respects the woman, but she knows better than to fear her. Fear is a paralytic, while respect keeps her alive.*
Natasha. *She draws herself to stand, meeting Loki’s eye levelly.* You read my message - you know what I want. From the moment you first looked me in the eye, you knew what I wanted.
*She’s bored. It’s the terrible truth, the one she’s been hiding for so long - the side of the angels is not one she was ever meant for. Watching Loki work, she has an idea of where she can help - patch up the points where Loki is most vulnerable. Even ice can melt, and she is the fire that burns coldest.*
Just as I can give you what you desire.
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*Natasha sits back, nodding ask Loki speaks.* Well, here’s hoping that they do not run - I never object to practise on a...
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