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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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"Pike," Loki repeated thoughtfully, watching the woman. That odd energy around her was only building, and... well, her reaction to looking at him was one he was only familiar with from the outside. (Generally, from various peoples' looks directed at Thor, which he'd always taken as a sign to make himself scarce. Quickly.)

Directed at him, it was... wrong.

Loki spared a moment to internally curse that inconvenient agreement to behave. If the woman was under some kind of curse or control, it would spread, or he'd be blamed, or both. "Which one is Pike?"

She really needed to just go. Had her hunger been food related, her stomach would have growled, but as it was, she just felt a swell of need rush through her. She needed to focus on the question. "She's the short one. Hot and sexy and blonde."

How could this guy work here and not know Pike? How could he just sit there when he could be ripping her close off?

Bo closed her eyes and told herself to get a damn grip. "You have a journal on you?" Maybe if she just didn't look at him, things would be better.

Definitely getting worse, and Loki could even feel it starting to affect him. He wanted her, couldn't imagine anything better than pinning her to a wall. Or being pinned himself, who cared? And that didn't happen often. He was more than old enough not to be shy about sex, but the fact that this was being done to him rather than something he did had his screens and shields up.

It was a relief, even if he could still feel the energy pushing on the defenses. He pulled his journal out of the pile of books where he'd buried it and offered it to her without a word.

Bo had to focus as she scribbled something to Sam that said 'SOS. Clinic NOW - Bo'. She straightened and when she looked back to Loki, her eyes had turned a bright blue. She could feel something deep inside her telling her just to take him. He was there and he was attractive and he probably tasted really good.

The pen she was still holding snapped in her hand, some ink seeping onto her palm. When she blinked, her eyes were back to their original brown. "Going to go now." She really needed to go. "Nice to meet you..." Not that she had any idea who the hell he was at that very moment.

Bo turned, hoping Sam would be waiting outside the clinic doors for some intense making-out right now.

Loki was out of his chair, on the same side of the table, and reaching for her arm before he quite realized he was doing it. The energy was insidious, but his screens and shields were mostly holding. The change in eye color was deeply concerning; his own eyes only changed when he pushed away Odin's enchantment and assumed Jotun form.

Which one was the real woman and which the guise? Or was it something else? Regardless, almost anyone else in the Inn wouldn't have his defenses. "That's not a good idea."

Her defense was the same as her offense and both dealt with touch. When he touched her arm, she felt a surge of lust for him. Something inside her urged her to just take him.

"Let me go." She turned, wetting her lips as she took him in again. "Or show me you mean it."

No. No. She had not meant the second part.

Loki considered. He could let her go, release her into the wild to inflict whatever this was on someone else in the Inn. He'd made a token effort, that would do well enough as 'good behavior'. Probably.

On the other hand, she had given him the option, and there was no clear reason not to take her up on it.

Which might well be insidious energy thinking. Loki released her, holding hands up to show he'd let go. "Middle option, then. I don't touch you, but you stay until this passes. Unless you think anyone else in the Inn would be able to turn you down right now?"

When he hand pulled away Bo almost growled. Growled. She felt a surge of unhappiness rush through her with the absence of his touch. She could think of one other person who could - Thor. She didn't exactly want to go down that road again.

"Sam's coming." As she spoke her eyes roamed over his body silently suggesting, somehow, a thing or two she'd like to do to each curve of his body. She bit back a you could join comment. "I'm just... hungry."

"Hungry. Explain that?" Not hungry for food, that was very clear. Meaning she, what... ate sex? Ate lust? That would explain the energy, the force of it. Loki's mind and body did what he told them to do, yes, but this woman was making that more difficult than anyone had in centuries.

It didn't explain why she had so little control, though, did it? For a predator, she seemed... clumsy. Sloppy. That part didn't make sense.

It was hard enough to explain it on a good day. She could practically hear her mother whisper 'embrace the need.' God, she hated her mother.

She ran her hand through her hair and managed to make it look provocative despite her intention. He might be lithe, but Bo had a feeling he had power enough to do more than scatter the books on his table.

"Does the word... succubus, mean anything?"

It hadn’t to Thor, but Loki had made a point of learning things, over the years. Sometimes knowing one extra fact was more dangerous than any spell. “It does.” A creature who could incite lust, for whom sex was food. Loki let himself be smug about his correct reasoning for a moment before forcing his focus back on the woman.

it was easy, he wanted to look at her. (Wanted to do much more than look at her, shields or no shields. They were only granting him a choice in the matter.) “Assuming that’s what you are,” very safe assumption, “if I actually had any skills as a healer, I’d say it looks like you’re not eating enough.” That too felt like a safe assumption: she was clearly in a state where anything looked good.

"You sound like Dyson." Bo even managed a strained little laugh.

She bet his lips were just the right amount of softness and he probably knew exactly where to put his hands.

Bo realized she hand been trailing a hand up her body and forced it back down. Get a grip, dammit.

"I made a promise." Bo's eyes had dropped to his mouth as she wet her lips. "No guys."

Loki stared blankly at her for a fraction of a second. (Normally, he'd have been able to suppress any reaction at all, but... he was already distracted.) Then he pulled his mind back into gear. "That may actually be the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Yes, offense.

He definitely sounded like Dyson.

"I'm in love." And so she was going to make this work, dammit. She just wished it wasn't so hot in the infirmary or that she could stop staring at his lips like they were water and she in a desert.

"What does that have to do with anything?" It was always frustrating when people were idiots, and it was slightly worse now that he didn't have a lot of mental space to spare for normal emotional control. "Be in love if you have to, why should that mean literal starvation?"

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."

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