Tastes Too Good To Be Bad [Dark!AU, @ladyloki-countessofmischief]
*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.
*Loki grinned and nodded, acknowledging the woman’s correction in what she’d been called. Her grin widened slight as the woman continued to speak.* Aye, I read your message. What you wanted, well that is something that is best heard from your own mouth you know. How do I know this is not some ridiculous trap devised by S.H.I.E.L.D.?
*She snickered and raised a brow slightly in question.* Oh? How do you suppose you can get me what I desire? What is it that you could possibly do to aid me? I wish to hear what you believe to be bringing to my side of this lovely situation.
*The golden horns from her helm shone in the lights of the small establishment as she tilted her head in curiosity. She was quite curious as to what was making the red haired woman decide to turn away from the very people she aided to protect not so long ago, though she’d keep that question held off for a later time.*
*Natasha shrugs, pulling the fur throw she’s appropriated in the face of the cold a little tighter around her shoulders. Far cooler here than even the coldest of Russian winters, although that’s how she likes it.* You don’t know. However, given that you could kill me the moment you so much as expected a trap, I believe you are wise enough to recognise that my presence here is of my own volition.
What I want and what you want run in tandem at the moment. I tire of my masters - I’ve always worked far better with a mistress. *She allows the hint of a smile to curl at the edge of her mouth, before continuing.* You know my skillset. You’re really telling me that you could find no use for a woman like me?
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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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