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[EP] Community service for some reason

That morning, Loki had finally gotten around to the piece of paper he'd been handed along with his room key, and... well, it was definitely interesting. Apparently not checking in for two weeks in favor of scouting the Inn as a kitten meant that he'd been involuntarily assigned to 'community service' in the infirmary.

It was ridiculous. He wasn't a healer. Oh, ~~his mother~~ ~~Frigga~~ his mother had tried to teach him healing magic, and the theory had been easy enough, but barring one or two minor successes healing his brother of minor injuries, the practical had always escaped him. Eventually his mother had removed healing from his lessons, and not long after that Loki himself had stopped trying.

It was ridiculous.

It didn't matter, though, where he did his reading and thinking, and at least waving vaguely in the direction of being productive would probably very slightly soothe the fears of anyone who thought he, for example, made a habit out of flinging people out of windows. (He'd only done that once. It wasn't a habit.)

Therefore he swung by the library, relieved it of all the medical texts a quick rummage presented, hauled the books to the clininc, and staked out a desk area more or less out of the way. As nearly as he could tell, anyway; regardless, a small wall made of books hopefully separated him nicely from anyone looking for help.

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Something inside her insisted he was making a lot of sense. A mental picture of her pulling him across the desk washed over her and that was when Bo realized her thighs were pressed against the side of desk - the physical barrier left between them. Her eyes, despite herself, trailed down his body, hovered at his crotch for a moment, then trailed back up.

"Could you stop me?" Maybe just a little taste... just enough until Sam showed up. Sam. Bo closed her eyes and took a breath.

Stop her? From starving, or from taking steps to address the problem? Her phrasing wasn’t clear, and as usual Loki liked the freedom to interpret these things however he liked. In this case, he opted to be just ambiguous, to make it clear that whatever the question was, the answer was yes.

He wanted her and he could keep her frustrated until her Sam arrived. Which didn’t matter.

So he crossed to ‘her’ side of the desk, leaned against it mock-casually, and reached out to lightly cup the side of her face. The need rolling off her was harder to resist while touching her, so Loki didn’t entirely notice when his hand stroked down a little to rest at her throat, adding a little threat to what had almost been an affectionate touch. “I have no doubt.”

Her eyes almost instantly closed when he touched her as if he provided some relief just with the contact. When her eyes opened back up, they were blue again.

Loki was playing with fire.

Bo knew she should say no. It was like being presented with alcohol when you needed desperately the water that was coming - it wasn't going to be good for you, not really, but you needed it/wanted it nonetheless.

She told herself just a little. Just enough to tide her over. He'd stop her, right?

It was like a dam broke and something more primal took over. She looked at him with a hungry desire. She reached out for his shirt, bunched it in her fist, and pulled him in for a hard, heavy kiss.

Unfortunately for Bo, Loki had already decided he gave exactly zero shits about her love-based self-destructive stupidity. All he did was note that the blue eyes were back before letting the bulk of his shields and screens, sliding the hand at her throat to the back of her neck to haul her close even as she pulled him.

She was aggressive. That worked, oh yes that worked. Equally good for him now and possibly problematic for her later. A free hand on her side shifted them both to put him between her and the desk while their mouths devoured each other.

Bo could be tender, but that was reserved for a select few. Right now she just couldn't stop focusing on how good it felt, like the first few tastes of a meal when you hadn't had one in days.

She pushed his knees out so she could get closer to him, pressing against him while her greedy hands explored their way up over his shoulders and then right down to his ass. She grabbed at it as she kissed him and drew out some of his chi. The power she felt from it cause a wanton moan deep on her throat.

Tenderness would have been wasted on Loki anyway. He preferred aggressive, even rough, since under ordinary circumstances he could always twist and guide that to his own purposes. Now, though, since he'd released his screens and shields, even the feeling of a succubus actually taking some of his life force just spiked his own need and drove possible schemes out of his head.

While her hands roamed, he twisted one of his hands in her hair to yank her head back so he could bite and mouth her throat.

The yank sent liquid fire through her body and she groaned with his mouth on her throat. She wasn't delicate and when her partners recognized that, it was hard to control herself. She let the feel of his teeth against her wash over her for a moment before she wanted, needed more.

Bo pushed Loki down against the tabletop, scattering the books that used to be here. There was pure lust in her eyes, hungry and enveloping and filled with licentious promises she was ready to deliver on. She moved to straddle him, lying over him as him and renewing her mouth on his, tongue exploring, and pulling at his chi again.

His back and head hitting the table, joined a few seconds later by the odd not-pain feeling of the edges of his life being pulled away, were just more sensation added to the pile, all blending into a fantastic thought-destroying mass. Little pains, yes, but also the heat and pleasure of a very willing body pressed against him, an eager mouth exploring his. Letting his own hands explore and learn the curves of the other, where a scrape of fingernails would result in their joined mouths turning vicious and where that same scrape ended in a more intense slide of her body against his.

Even if it hadn't been a while for him - and it had - he wouldn't have been inclined to stop or even slow down.

Bo, clinic, and SOS were not words that Sam wanted to read together. Especially in her current condition. He'd been working on just that actually when the message came in, and he didn't even bother to collect his things -- except his journal. Just jumped up and headed toward the clinic at a sprint.

He arrived not long after, panting with the exertion, only to find Bo about to mount the new guy who matched the description of the big guy's brother. Sam only slowed rather than stopped, caught Bo around the waist in something like a tackle and let their joined body weight slow them on the way to the ground.

Her hand had been snaking down his chest, her finger tips just grazing some warm flesh as they started to push under the lip of his pants when Sam's familiar presence was altogether surrounding her and she was suddenly pulled away and down from Loki. The sound she made as he mouth left his was a surprised and unhappy sort of gasp like when you pulled a child from a candy store window.

When they hit the ground, things were already starting to sort themselves better in her mind. His warmth and his scent were familiar and grounding, though she felt a part of her urging her to take both of them together. The desire for that was strong.

She had taken enough from Loki that the edge of considerably less pronounced. A blink or two and the blue eyes receded. "...Thanks."

Loki's reaction was no less instinctual even if it was different. Rather than lying stunned on the table, he rolled to one side and onto his feet, wrapping his real self in invisibility on the way and leaving behind a perfect illusion. (Of himself essentially stunned on the table, sitting up looking confused... good illusions were, after all, about realism.)

He could talk through it and 'be' through it, but violence would go straight through it. Pre-emptive self-defense that didn't necessarily involve knives.

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Sam sat up and rubbed the shoulder that he'd landed on, an instinctual movement of hand to pain. His other hand brushed the hair out of Bo's face. "Sorry." He smiled down at her sheepishly. "You did write SOS. Are you okay?"

Over where the guy had been, Sam sensed...he couldn't exactly explain it. Missouri'd said he was a psychic but that part of his powers didn't always work very well. It was like a blur or something. "I'd apologize to you for interrupting, but I'm not sorry."

Bo sent Sam a small, mostly embarrassed smile and refused to listen to the voice in her head that said the clinic floor was a good a place as any. Instead she rolled to the side and then climbed to her feet.

"I'm okay. Just need a little Sam R and R."

The real Loki, undetectable, tidied himself while watching the scene play out. He'd done this thousands of times, effectively stood outside his own life and watched it happen.

It had stopped being at all strange before his hundredth birthday.

Meanwhile, the illusion moved to tidy himself as well, ran hands through hair to re-settle it, turned a bright, toothy smile on the new arrival. Sam, clearly, even if Bo hadn't have said as much. "So you're Sam! I'd say I'm pleased to meet you, but I'm not entirely."

"That can be arranged," Sam told Bo as he got to his feet. There wasn't much in the way of tidying he needed to do. He'd collided with the floor, not been mauled by his girlfriend.

Another guy might have made a show of being possessive, but Sam didn't need to. Bo loved him and Molls. She wasn't cheating. She had a problem and this guy, Loki if he'd matched the faces right, was taking advantage.

"That makes two of us, Loki. But if you say goodbye now, I'll chalk it up to bad timing."

Two Alpha males, great.

Bo looked between the two of them and tried heavily not to think about how much fun their aggression toward each other could be funneled into something else.

"Sam." She wasn't entirely blameless and she wasn't the type to push the blame onto others, either.

The illusion's smile shifted slightly, now amused and at least a little condescending. "Technically, I work here. You're welcome to say goodbye as you like." The situation there was going to boil over sooner or later, obviously. He didn't need to push it at all. "I'm not holding anyone against their will, after all."

Sam set his hand at Bo's lower back when she said his name. He wasn't planning to fight the guy. It had been as much Bo's doing as his, and Sam hadn't brought a knife to this fight.

Instead of answering her though, he glanced at Loki and then rolled his eyes very deliberately and with no physical posturing. "Don't play semantics games with me. You know what I meant."

He lifted a hand to brush his knuckles against Bo's cheek. "I'll wait in the hall," he told her and then stepped between her and Loki and showed himself out.

She watched him walk away with that sort of look you gave someone when you felt 'and that's why I love you'. Bo could now piece two and two together a little easier. Loki was Thor's brother. It seemed the Asgardians were a bit more of a draw than most. She could practically hear Trick back home trying to explain power dynamics and succubi and she mentally rolled her eyes.

Bo looked to Loki - the predator inside her hidden behind her eyes again, but probably visible to someone familiar with the look. "Sorry." Though she had a sneaking suspicion the apology was not needed - not like it had been for Thor. At least this wasn't as mortifying.

"Would asking you to keep what I am to yourself make a difference?"

Loki banished the illusion she'd been talking to and released the invisibility on his real self - disappearing from one place and appearing in another. The conversation had been more than long enough that he'd been able to completely reorder himself, presenting a thoroughly unmussed image. "I'm a practical man, Bo. There's nothing for me in gossip, and I may realize some benefit in keeping your secret at some point."

A little telekinesis started re-stacking the books that had been scattered in their not-quite-play, and Loki moved to stand nearly in the place his illusion had been. The best way to play this, at the moment, seemed to be 'nodding in the direction of the alleged professional.' "I meant what I said, though. No one who's getting everything they need gets desperate enough to grab whatever happens to be in front of them. This time, it was me and you were lucky. You're not going to be lucky forever."

"I know." She was so aware of it, it almost hurt. Bo had a back up plan in case things turned unlucky really fast. Ironically, perhaps, it was with his brother.

She turned to go before the feeling to throw herself across the room at hi again. One thing she was certain of - the power inside of Loki was something she never tasted before, much like she had felt with Thor.

"Just for the record," She cast a glance back and managed her regular wry, flirtatious smile. "I wouldn't classify you as 'whatever'." There was honesty in her voice. Then she turned her and headed for the exit of the clinic, hips swaying.

Loki returned her smile and added a slight, half-mocking bow as a matter of form and habit. That was, after all, the sort of thing someone said when trying to keep their options open. He could respect that.

Then he went back to reading, as if nothing at all had happened.

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