Sif patted Thor’s back when he hugged her and smiled as he pulled their other friends into his customary bone-crunching embraces, but her smile fell as soon as the purpose of their visit was revealed. “Some of us believe he might’ve had assistance,” she added. “For him to have escaped unaided is nigh impossible.
“Regardless, he has fled and vanished to parts unknown.” She bowed her head. “We are loathe to be the bearers of such grave tidings, but the Allfather felt you should be informed at once. Now that Loki is loose, there is no telling what actions he might take.”
It was worse than he had feared. At first, Thor felt an odd elation at the idea of Loki escaping such an unjustifiable punishment, but Sif words spoke true. He was a lose canon with more unleashed revenge pent up than any one man should bear. Thor closed his eyes and bent his head a moment, trying to process this. If only Loki would seek is aid, Thor could help him, but he was going about things the wrong way. Thor wished more than anything that he could just let Loki begone and have his freedom, but he knew there was no way anyone could trust him. Especially after what happened with Midgard.
When he focused once again on his ever patient friends, he hardened his expression with determination, though his eyes still told of regret. “We must find him at once,” he said simply.
"We know not where to begin the search," Fandral said with a hint of regret in his tone. "When last we spoke to Heimdall, he said that Loki had been cloaking himself from his view as he had done before with the Jotuns. But that he thought the trickster to be in this very realm. Why he would return here, I do not know. But the Tesseract remains in its place in the Allfather’s vault and none of the other artifacts have been touched." At least there was that positive news to deliver. Loki was likely near powerless at this point in regards to the potential damage or destruction he would bring to Midgard.
"If you ask me, I believe the coward to simply be hiding out. Even living in squalor among mortals would be a better fate than that cell." As angry, enraged with Loki Fandral had become, as much as he meant the words he spoke that day when he visited the fallen prince in that cell, he could not lie and say that it didn’t pain him at least a bit to see what became of Thor’s younger brother.
Maria allowed him to turn her and felt the back of her knees at the bed before tipping backwards over it. Her breathing was heavy and she found herself watching in unabashed eagerness as she stripped him layer after layer. She had an idea that he was ripped under all of those garments, but good Lord in no way was she prepared for the set of abs before. Sitting up on her elbows she directly thought of nothing else but running her tongue along the golden ridges. She was mesmerized. But before she could lean forward and act out her thoughts, he was over her again, kissing her, his hands all over her torso, from her breasts to her belly and as she arched into his quickly traveling hands, she commended herself on a job well done for inviting him. He knew quite what he was doing.
As his lips left hers, she let out a deep, breathy moan; a moan that felt like it had been held in for decades. His tongue was so talented and so… Her train of thought was lost as his teeth scraped across a particularly sensitive area on her neck. She let out a strangled breath. Her nails, having raked themselves up his back, dug into his shoulder blades as she held on tightly for leverage to pushed her his eagerly against his. She kept her eyes shut as she let her fingers travel his form again. His skin was warm and addicting, his scent more intoxicating that before sans any barrier between them. Common sense told her that if his pants were anything like his shirt then he’d have to get it off himself, but still she couldn’t help but run her hands between them along his thickening length. She bit her lip and stroked it lightly through the fabric. Impressive.
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Go through your crushlist and say who you would take to bed and who you wouldn't, and reasons why.
Lady Lewis; I would - She is quick witted, charming and quite funny when I actually understand her references. No one can deny her beauty. Luscious lips, piercing eyes, those curves that seem to glide along for eternity…
Lady Hill; Would - This formidable woman reminds me very much of my dear friend Sif. She is strong, intelligent, brave and beautiful. In my eyes, she answers to no man. Even that fellow with the eyepatch.
Loki; NEVER - I shouldn’t need any reasoning for this one. Vile, traitorous fiend.
Thor; Would not - He is my dearest friend… I have only ever seen him as a brother and ally. This will never change.
Lady Sif; Erm… I would… not? I mean, of course, I would not - We have known each other too long, have been dear friends since the day we met, I… and, well, my lord Thor is possessive, I…
Lady Brand; Undecided - I do believe that she has a companion already. I would not wish to disturb that. Though she is a beautiful woman, I see a friendship forming between us.
Steve Rogers; No - He was rude to me from the moment we met. And his skin looks waxy. Not even after a vat of Volstagg’s own brew.
Maria blinked as he stood and looked up at him, her own blue eyes meeting his directly. There were many things going through her mind, but she couldn’t help but allow it to linger on one thought. Her eyes were wide as she allowed herself to be pulled up and into his chest. She even let out a soft gasp as his hand found her lower back. Making the mistake of inhaling, Maria almost fainted at his scent. He smelled like every bit of the man he looked to be. She immediately became more relaxed in his hold. It was like intoxicating fumes had filled every part of her brain. She sighed.
Just before his lips took hers, that was. And when they did, she only sighed again, deeper with a soft moan at the back of her throat. She placed a hand on his bicep and returned the kiss. What was the point in denying herself this? This on time, and really, who would know? It would only be the one time… She let her tongue slid gently across his lower lip as she moved forward a small step, her aim for the bed behind him. If they were doing this, then they might as well get right to it.
Fandral took her little hint and blindly stepped back with her. Whether they found a wall, a bed or any sturdy flat surface, he really didn’t care. Maria would be pleasured beyond comprehension either way. That he was sure of. Her deepening of the kiss egged him on, his skilled hands glided along her back until one curled down and around to grasp the front zipper of her suit. His tongue massaged hers when she permitted him entrance into her warm mouth, rolling around and determined to memorize her taste. Slowly and easily, he unzipped her to her navel. It was only when the backs of his knees hit the bed that he broke the kiss long enough to hoarsely whisper her name against her lips.
Turning them so it was now him who was facing the bed, he slowly coaxed her down to lay, her legs still hanging off the sides. He removed his coat and his tunic. The many layers were more complex than a simple Midgardian catsuit and he was an expert at removing them so he did so himself to cut down on time. Once he was down to his bare chest, he kicked off his boots and then hovered over her using a hand to prop himself up against the bed as the other pulled back the folds of her suit to expose her neck and chest where he turned his attention with skilled mouth and tongue.
Maria let out a sudden breathy laugh, using it as an excuse to change her body language into something more languid into the couch. She kicked her lips again. There was a look in his eye, in that last smile that worried her. Mostly because of the slight flip her heart because of it. That wasn’t good. It gave her a sudden urge to swoon and/or bat her lashes, neither of which she had ever done in her life. So this was why they called him dashing. Even she had to admit it was impressive. She raised her eyebrows unusually high. “Me? Uneasy? Pft..” She let out another small laugh that was meant to be condescending but it came out as more a giggle.
“I feel fine. Completely comfortable. You prefer a blade to a gun? you really as crazy as you look. Why brandish a sword or a knife close range when a target can more easily be taken out from afar? It’s more efficient and quick. And it permits you to better move on to the next target without having wasted too much energy on the first,” she went on. She swallowed. Feeling a little hot, she unzipped her suit the tiniest bit to get some air to her chest.
All the tell tale signs were there. Every single one. Fandral slowly but surely began to put the pieces together as Maria talked away as if she was actually getting away with hiding something like this from him. She really wasn’t. Fandral was an expert on two things. Wielding a sword, or any weaponry like it, and women. So despite the fact that he was up against the high, nearly unconquerable fortress known as Maria Hill, he was Fandral the Dashing. Possibly the only one capable of penetrating said fortress. In all meanings of the word. He licked his lips once more and then suddenly stood to his feet. His piercing blue eyes stayed fixed on her as he approached. What he could instantly tell and read off of her was that she was a woman who could take care of herself. So he hardly batted an eyelash as he reached down, gently grasped her arm and pulled her up to stand.
"Milady." Holding her tight up against his chest, he gave a smirk, eyes searching Maria’s intensely. One hand held the small of her back, the other slid up near her neck. A soft breath was taken before he leaned in and roughly pressed his lips to hers. If she didn’t want this, she’d pull away. But he doubted that she would.
Maria smoothed the pants of her uniform down and leaned her back against the inner arm of her couch. What was she thinking inviting him in here? For what? You know what, her conscious perked. She ignored it. But she knew that inner voice was right. It had been long over a year since she’d been touched by a man who wasn’t just an agent brushing past her with hasty apologies for walking too close to her. She pursed her lips once more as she crossed her legs.
“Uh..” She didn’t know what to say. Nobody asked her for personal information. Or even not so personal information. But then again, Fandral wasn’t just anybody was he? “I have a cat?” She said in question. What was she supposed to say? “His name is Colt. Named after one of my favorite firearms, or weapons, if you will…” She swallowed. Why was she suddenly nervous? Was it because she was just realizing that a handsome, and quite charming, not to mention well built man was in such close proximity with hardly any room between them? She really set herself up this time. She licked her quickly drying lips. “I don’t know what else you.. want to know,” she said as she tilted her head to chance a look at him cautiously.
The sudden change in Maria’s demeanor did not go unnoticed. Fandral had seen it before and recognized it, but never in her. “I actually… was… well, expecting information that I did not already know.” Yeah, he knew about the cat. She knew he knew about the cat. There was something else going on here that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Running a hand through his hair roughly, he gave a little shake of his head and took a deep breath, letting it out slow. Sure, he had known that venturing into this encounter ran the risk of hitting some extremely awkward moments that he just wasn’t used to. But she was worth it, at least to him. Fandral turned himself a bit so he could better face her and gave a reassuring smile in spite of it all.
"While I suppose I can see the appeal of these firearms, I believe I will always favor blade over gun. Though they are not the most ideal match up… we do not really have that problem upon other realms." He licked over his lips slowly, regarding her, her posture. "Do I make thee uneasy?" he asked, his tone dropping a bit and his smile transforming from congenial to knowing and maybe even a bit suggestive. “‘Tis not my intention, I assure you."
Maria rolled her eyes at his barely contained excitement. His smile was simple, but his eyes showed her his every thought. Still she stepped back as after unlocking her door and allowed him to step in. She followed him in, making sure no agents were lingering the corridor to see and then allowed him to shut the door behind her. Colt snaked his way out from under her bed as he normally did, but stopped short at the realization that she was not alone. She smirked. The kitten was far smarter than any other animal she’d ever seen. It was like it knew it wasn’t supposed to be here as it was hidden under her bed every time she returned from a long day’s work. She bent down to scratch behind his ears.
“This is,” she answered Fandral’s question without looking. “I’m the commander of this ship and therefore this is where I stay for the long term. But I have a condo in New York City as well for when I’m on the ground. But yes, I have one of the same beds you’ve been lent. It is very comfortable.” She stood to fill a small bowl of milk for Colt and let the cat go on about his business as he normally did before sitting on the same couch she and Natasha had just shared drinks on a little over a week ago. “Please… Sit,” she said in a professional polite tone.
Fandral couldn’t help but give a small smile at the little darling creature. The way Maria handled it with such care was amusing to watch. Certainly a different side to the Deputy Director than most were used to. “Of course, thank you,” he agreed and took a seat where she had indicated. Just as usual, his posture was rigid but not uncomfortably so. Fandral just sort of held himself with his chin held high by default. He was a proud Asgardian, but not overly so. More patriotic, if that made sense. “Well, I suppose you find it comfortable enough, hmm? Your quarters, I mean. They are quite expansive. As compared to most that I have seen during my tour at least.”
He ran his hands down his legs and sighed softly. For the first time in what felt like ages, he was truly at a loss for words. As dashing and as charming as he could be, he knew he had to tread lightly around Maria. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to pick up on the fact that she was not a woman to be trifled with. And he had no interest in doing so regardless. “So… if I may, I would love to hear more about you. You are rather mysterious. And though that’s alluring, I’m interested in hearing about yourself and your life. Even if the details you provide are not all that personal.”
Maria blinked rapidly as he spoke. It always took her a good thirty seconds to digest the dialogue of these Asgardians. Couldn’t they just speak normally? Did they really have speak in such a regal manner? She shrugged mentally. She supposed they did. And if possible, if anyone from Earth went to Asgard then they’d probably think they talked funny too. But Fandral has a certain charm about him. And she had to admit that it must be awfully tiring for him on such in such an unknown territory such as the Helicarrier. Recruits who knew of the many possibilities of technology were shocked and amazed to see it’s wonders. She could not imagine what it must look like for someone like Fandral.
Biting her lip as he turned his back, she thought carefully as to what she was thinking about doing, saying for God’s sake. Did she really want to venture into this tonight? Well… She could invite him in to take him away from his boredom for a little while… And then send him away. Ten minutes tops. She sighed.
“Would you like to see the inside of my quarters, Fandral? I have a … kitten.”
Fandral halted immediately, frozen where he stood for a moment before smoothing out the fabric of his deep green tunic and turning to face her. At first, he didn’t quite know what she meant by her comment on having a kitten. But he decided that she surely must possess a feline that she wished to show him. Or something like that… “If it would not be an inconvenience,” he said with a smile, doing well to hide just how ecstatic he really was. “I would love to.”
He returned back to her side with haste and waited until she unlocked the door before peering in over her shoulder. Following Maria inside, he gently shut the door behind him and glanced around. “‘Tis cozy. Is this your permanent residence?” He surely hoped not. As decent as it was, it was hardly warm or personal. Much like the rest of the Helicarrier.
"I must admit that I have taken a liking to the beds provided for us. They are surprisingly quite comfortable."
Maria took in a breath, readying herself to send him away. But even as her lips parted, no words came out. Honestly, she had been pushing the man, god, whatever away from day one and still he pursued her like.. Like a thirsty kitten. Much like the one she kept hidden away in her quarters. She kept her pace brisk and professional, satisfied—as always—as agents walked passed her with their heads down. That would never get old.
With pursed lips, she regarded the Robin Hood look-alike in her peripheral and figured, what the hell? It wasn’t like he’d leave her be if she told him to, the man thought no translated into take me to bed now. So she would humor him. Her quarters were less than thirsty seconds away. They would get there, she would bid him goodnight, and she would send him on his merry way. She smirked at the subtle reference.
“I suppose that couldn’t hurt,” she said, her feet still moving and her gaze still straight ahead. “It’s not that far from here.”
Surprisingly enough, Fandral managed to keep his usual triumphant grin from forming. Instead, he gave a little nod and a polite bow as he continued to keep up with her, maneuvering down the hall, past agents and other various obstacles. The metal corridors were rather hectic and it seemed to remain that way no matter what time of day he explored. “Is there no down time?” It made sense, though. It probably took agents working in shifts around the clock to keep the vessel running smoothly.
They reached Maria’s quarters all too soon and Fandral pressed a hand to his chest, giving Maria a lower, more formal bow than before. “Milady, I thank thee for allowing me to spend this short time with you. ‘Twas a nice break from my day. There is not much for one such as I to do on such a magnificent aircraft. Providing thee with a bit of company serves me well.”
He looked up and gave her a crooked grin and a quick wink before he turned to make his way back in the direction they came.
Maria sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. This guy really didn’t give up, did he? Maria was at war. On one hand, it was cute, adorable, endearing even. And then on another hand, it was annoying, and tiring and she wanted to toss him over the deck of the Helicarrier. Why couldn’t tonight be one of those nights? In fact, tonight was unlike any of the other nights. His nearness was bringing on an entirely different mood within her. A mood that she did her best to avoid at all cost.
Finally looking up, she exhaled and slid her fingers quickly across the keypad of her transparent screens. She typed in her codes with haste and shut down her systems, leaving Sitwell in her charge and Galaga of all people as second in command. Maria really didn’t understand why, but Sitwell had taken an unusual liking to the young agent. It was sickening. Pursing her lips, she turned and faced the blonde Asgardian that had taken to invading her personal space since the moment he got here.
“I’m tired. I’m turning in for the evening. Goodnight.” With that, she turned and began to head for the main corridor.
Fandral didn’t care too much for the Helicarrier. It was basically everything he despised about Midgardian technology all rolled into one complete flying contraption. But he would carry out his mission sans complaints nonetheless. At least here there were soft beds, warm meals and a bevy of maidens to converse with. One in particular had caught his eye from the moment he set foot on the aircraft. Her name was Maria Hill and her title was apparently Deputy Director. A woman in a high ranking position, beautiful, powerful, intelligent. Just what he needed to get the blood flowing.
But she also proved terribly standoffish and seemingly immune to his charms. Did that manage to avert the dashing one? Not at all. In fact, he gladly accepted the challenge she presented. It seemed as if Lady Hill would purposefully push people away with a steely demeanor, her intention likely being that she kept the walls up to keep those parties with ill-intent out. And though he could not imagine living that way himself, Fandral did understand.
So as she shrugged him off and claimed to be turning in for the night, he followed, quick steps until he caught up with her then he slowed to her current pace. “If I may, perhaps walk thee to thy chambers?”