Loki watched Proxima leave, the door closing behind her before returning his gaze to Carol, still suspended in the air by her chains. He strode behind her, trailing his fingers along her side until he was standing behind her, gripping her ass firmly in his hands.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He leaned is, whispering into her ear, a knowing smirk on his face.
"I… I d-don't like her," Carol said, taking a shuddering breath as she felt Loki's warm breath on her ear and neck, arousing her further.
"Hmm," Loki replied, slowly circling her clit with the tips of his fingers. "I don't know about that," he breathed, his smirk turning into a leering smile. "From what I could see, you certainly seemed to enjoy her… attentions."
Carol let out a soft gasp as Loki pressed two of his fingers into her dripping core, feeling a haze of lust settle over her as he pumped his fingers inside her. "H-how do you Ugh, know y-you can trust her?" She demanded, fighting through her growing lust. "W-what if she turns on y-you?"
"She won't," Loki denied.
He'd made sure of it, bringing all her suppressed emotions about Thanos and the Black Order to the forefront of her mind, and breaking through the brainwashing they subjected her to, amongst other things.
"But that isn't the real reason you dislike her, is it?"
Carol let out another mew of pleasure as Loki hit just the right spot. It was almost impossible to concentrate when he did this to her. "S-she tried to kill you," she said, trying again. "She would have killed me."
"She came close," Loki agreed. "But you're still not telling the truth, my slave," he murmured. "You must know by now there are no secrets you can keep from me. Why keep up this pretense?"
Carol groaned, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to ignore her growing lust, but it was a losing battle. Loki knew her body far too well, every sensitive spot, and the way he spoke, the timber of his voice, it had always aroused something deep within her.
"I… she…" she said, trying to get her thoughts together as she groaned, feeling Loki knead her breast as he continued to finger her overheated pussy. "It's n-not f-fair, Ugh!" she groaned out. "Why does s-she get to tell me what to do?" She demanded. "If s-she's protecting meeee!" she groaned as Loki flicked her clit. "I s-should be in charge of her."
"Now we finally get to the heart of the matter," Loki said, stilling his fingers as Carol groaned in disappointment. "This is a reality you must accept, my slave. Your place is not to give orders, but to follow them. You are mine in all things, and Mimir and Proxima, they are helping you to come to terms with that reality."
Carol craned her neck, looking back at Loki, and angry retort on her lips, but when she saw the serious look in his eyes she no longer felt so sure of herself. "I'm not," was all she got out, but not nearly with the same indignation she had in the beginning.
"You call me master, wear my plug, and now my collar. What does that make you?" Loki asked patiently.
"I call you master because I lost," Carol retorted, the words still tasting like ash in her mouth as she was again forced to acknowledge her failure. "Not because you own me."
Loki held her gaze for a long moment, waiting expectantly.
"…Master," Carol added reluctantly, remembering their wager.
"Better," Loki replied, kneading Carol's ass as he felt her melt into his touch. "And how do you propose to change that?" he said, gripping her collar. "With this I will always know where you are, no matter where you go, and that is if you want to leave at all."
Carol glared up at Loki silently, her anger flaring again as she stared up at him, even in her bondage. Loki was right; it wouldn't be easy, especially with Mimir and now Proxima watching her every move, but she had to try.
She knew something he didn't. Her dreams. She knew he was behind them, but after all this time, she still didn't know how to use that knowledge to her advantage, or even if she could.
In her dreams, she ran away from him, but that wasn't really fighting him. It was just delaying an inevitable confrontation, and now that she thought about it, she realized it had been some time since her last dream about Lady Danvers, or otherwise.
They had simply stopped. She looked up at Loki, wondering if he knew, if he had always known. She felt a burning need to know. Why did he bother with the dreams at all? There was a purpose behind them she still didn't understand.
Throwing caution to the wind, she met Loki's gaze. "I know about the dreams."
She searched his face, expecting a denial, at least a look of surprise, anything, but all he did was stare down at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue.
"I.." She said at a loss for words, taken aback by his lack of a reaction. "Say something!" she demanded.
"What would you like me to say?" Loki asked.
"Why?!" Carol demanded.
Loki nodded, moving behind her, and unzipping his fly.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Carol demanded, looking over her shoulder, just in time to feel Loki sheath his cock inside her. "Ugggh!" she groaned, feeling his full length stretching her inner walls.
"If we are going to have this discussion," Loki replied with a sly grin. "I thought I would make it more enjoyable, for the both of us."
Carol stared back at Loki disbelievingly. Was he really going to do this? She got her answer a moment later as he pumped his cock inside her at a slow, sensual pace, her pussy growing slick almost immediately in response.
She silently cursed her body for betraying her, responding to Loki's advances even in a situation like this.
"You were on a path before I found you," Loki said, gripping Carol's hips as he plunged his cock into Carol's depths, a smirk on his face as he caught the mews of pleasure escaping her lips as her tight cunt hugged his cock with each thrust.
"You were living a life you were never meant for, following a master who cared nothing for you," Loki continued.
"W-what Master?" Carol demanded, fighting through the haze of lust she felt building up inside her as she stared at Loki in confusion.
"In your memories you called it the supreme intelligence," Loki replied, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "A little grandiose, don't you think?"
"N-no," Carol denied, letting out another groan as Loki bottomed out inside her, splitting her attention further.
It wasn't true. She had never even interacted with the supreme intelligence, she would have known. Wouldn't she?
"Yes," Loki replied, picking up the pace as he slammed his hips into Carol's ass with each thrust. "It manipulated you from the moment the Kree found you. Where do you think your inhibitor came from? Your vision of Mar-Vell? Being told over, and over again to suppress your emotions, your very desires?"
"It was Yon-Rogg," Carol denied, letting out another groan as Loki slammed his hips forward, claiming her pussy again and again with sharp thrusts. "Ugh! H-he gave me the inhibitor."
"On the orders of his master," Loki agreed, gripping Carol's hips tighter as he kept up his relentless pace.
"H-how do you know?" Carol moaned, wondering how much more of this she could take as she felt her orgasm approaching.
Loki knew so much about her, had so many more insights into her own memories that it left her astounded at how she could have missed so much even after living through them.
"It hides it well," Loki conceded. "But this supreme intelligence is nothing more than an artificial intelligence, advanced, and certainly old, but flawed in its programming. After creating Mimir, the inconsistencies were easy to spot."
Carol gaped at the revelation. Loki may have withheld the truth from her, but he never outright lied, and he had no reason to do so now, and the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. "Why? What does it want?"
"It doesn't matter," Loki replied. "Its programming is flawed, therefor its motivations are corrupted. There's little sense in trying to understand the why," he said, picking up the pace again.
"Tell me Ugghh," Carol insisted, taking a sharp intake of breath as Loki hit a particularly sensitive spot, nearly sending her over the edge then and there, only to slow his pace at the last moment, denying her release.
"I don't know," Loki admitted honestly, a smirk on his face at Carol's groan of disappointment. "It has an interest in you; that much is clear, but why it does what it does is impossible to know without confronting it directly."
Carol paused, looking at Loki for a long moment, searching his face for answers, but couldn't find any, silently accepting that whatever the Supreme Intelligence wanted from her would likely remain a mystery.
"Why the dreams?" She finally asked, shuddering when Loki reached down, flicking her clit.
"The Kree erased your memories, and brainwashed you for six years," Loki replied. "Think of how many times you were told to suppress your emotions. That was to make you easier to control, to manipulate."
Carol stared up at Loki, hearing the truth in his words. For a long time she had felt closer to a robot than an actual person, not feeling much of anything. Sadness, happiness, joy, love, anger — they all felt muted.
It was only after Loki captured her that she felt the full gamut of emotions again.
"The inhibitor they put inside you," Loki continued. "It was linked to your emotional state, suppressing your abilities whenever you felt any strong emotion, training you to believe that it was a weakness to overcome."
"But this," Loki said, picking up the pace again, earning a loud moan of pleasure from Carol as he did. "This is no weakness. This is who you are, little slave."
Carol felt like her head was spinning as she realized the full extent of how the Kree had manipulated her. Ironically, the only thing keeping her grounded was the feel of Loki's cock pumping inside her at a steady pace.
At the time, it felt like tangible proof that everything Yon-Rogg told her was the truth, that her emotions were the enemy, but now the truth was inescapable.
"Why are you telling me this now?" Carol asked, letting out another moan. "W-why not when you first captured me?"
"You wouldn't have believed me if I had simply told you," Loki explained. "Not then. You needed to be reintroduced to your emotions first."
"That's why you gave me those dreams?" Carol demanded. "Every time you defeated and humiliated me, it was to help me?" She asked incredulously.
"Not the only reason," Loki conceded with a smirk, thrusting his cock back inside her sharply, and earning another groan of pleasure from his slave.
"You're impossible," Carol groaned, as Loki pistoned his cock inside her, feeling her pussy quiver around Loki's thick cock.
"Would you have preferred I left you with the Kree?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a life you would ever choose to return to?"
"N-no," Carol conceded, another mew of pleasure escaping her lips as Loki found her clit again, giving it another flick before he went still.
She craned her neck, looking back at him in confusion wondering why he stopped, only to realize a moment he wanted to her to think without distraction, or at the very least minimal distraction as he made no move to remove his cock from her overheated pussy.
Being truly honest with herself, if it came down to a choice between remaining as Loki's prisoner, and returning to the Kree, it wasn't a difficult choice to make.
Loki, despite everything he had done, cared for her, not as an equal, and not as his possession. It was difficult to put it into words, but she felt it none the less.
She couldn't say the same about her former team, or even the air force back on Earth.
'Earth,' she thought with a whistful sigh, her birth planet. After deciding not to return to the Kree, Earth had seemed like the next logical place to go, but in many ways it felt just as alien to her as Hala did now.
There was no one waiting for her on Earth — no friends, no family. She would be alone again.
In that moment, it all crystallized for her. She didn't want to be alone, never again, and she wouldn't be. Escaping from Loki wasn't possible. She could see that now.
Her one and only escape attempt had been doomed to failure from the beginning, and she had never attempted a second one.
She had told herself she was biding her time, waiting for the right opportunity, but she had been lying to herself, she could see that now.
Seeing the Collector had frightened her is a way she had never experienced before, feeling a shiver go down her spine even now as she remembered the cold, and calculating look in his eyes when he stared her up and down.
The universe was full of such beings, and in her short time as Loki's captive she had met enough of them to last a lifetime. It was only with Loki that she truly felt safe and protected.
It wasn't lost on her that her old self would have felt resentment, even anger at needing someone else to protect her, but she could now see the naivety, and even the arrogance of that belief, and the path to ruin she had been on.
"The dreams," Carol repeated, realizing they kept getting off track, still not understanding the true purpose behind them. "W-why?"
"What better way to break your conditioning than showing you versions of yourself that rejected the path of the stoic warrior?"
"Rejected? That's what you're calling it?" Carol asked disbelievingly. "You took me prisoner in every one of dreams. I don't remember having much of a choice in any of it."
"The point of your dreams was to teach you how to feel again," Loki replied. "Anger, hatred, triumph, love, lust, desire. You felt them all through your dreams, did you not? You were living a shadow of a life, and now you feel it all."
Carol looked away, considering Loki's words carefully. It was true. She felt for a long time that parts of her were missing, far more than just her memories. She hadn't understood then what it was, but she did now.
She missed being able to feel things, to laugh, to cry, to feel joy, envy, even lust, and now, despite Loki's methods she could feel again, she could be herself, no longer constrained by the standards, and rules of others, and could fully explore who she truly was.
She looked up at Loki again, something fundamental shifting inside her. She didn't want to escape, not because there was nowhere for her to go, and not just because she needed protection, but because Loki, despite everything he had done to her, and all his faults, made her feel alive.
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she felt Loki's cock throbbing inside her overheated pussy.
He had kept her arousal on a slow simmer as they talked, but now she needed more. "Fuck me, master," she breathed, letting go.
Loki smiled, thrusting his hips forward sharply, earning a gasp of pleasure from Carol as he set a brisk pace, hammering his cock into pussy with long, hard strokes.
"UGGGGHHHH!" Carol groaned out loud, clenching and unclenching her fists as she hung in the air, swinging back and forth as Loki took her.
His cock felt incredible, even more so now that she cast the weight off her shoulders she had been unknowingly carrying all this time.
Loki grunted, feeling the tightness of his slave's pussy wrapped around his cock as he took her, the velvety heat of her core turning him on even more as he rocked her back and forth on his cock, swinging her forward, until just the tip of his cock was inside her, before pulling her back, and fully sheathing himself inside her again.
Carol felt her head swimming as she gasped for breath, the heady feeling of being fucked by Loki turning her on like nothing else as she hung their helpless, and at his mercy, grunts, and moans of pleasure spilling from her lips as she quickly reached the crescendo of her pleasure.
Loki felt Carol's pussy tighten around his cock ever so slightly, letting him know she was close, but he wasn't ready for the fun to end just yet. As he pushed her forward again, he aimed the tip of his cock a little higher, and when she swung back, he pressed his cock into her tight ass.
He let out a grunt as he slid inside her ass, made easier by her slickness on his cock.
Carol's eyes went wide as she let out a strangled gasp, feeling Loki's cock fill her asshole in one stroke. It felt good, far better than her plug. She gave his cock a squeeze, encouraging him to fuck her harder, letting out a squeal a moment later as he sawed his dick in and out of her ass, giving her time to adjust to his length, and stretch her open that much more to make is as pleasurable as possible for her.
Loki taking her ass had been the biggest surprise to her when he first did it, not for the act itself. She already knew it was coming thanks to her dreams, but by how much pleasure she received from it.
She had no idea it could be like this, the feeling almost as addictive as the taste of his seed, his cock stimulated nerve endings deep inside her ass she hadn't even known were there.
It was a different kind of pleasure than when he took her pussy, but no less satisfying, and one she had quickly learned to crave.
She looked over her shoulder at Loki, taking another shuddering breath as he picked up the pace, her eyes darkening with lust, drinking in the sculpted form of the god that had taken her captive.
He looked so powerful with his strong hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and the intense look in his eyes making her heart flutter.
He had taught her to enjoy this, to take pleasure from having his cock in her ass, slowly teasing and titillating her over the days and weeks as his captive, playing with her asshole every chance he got until she had no choice but to succumb to the pleasure.
It seemed like a lifetime ago that they very thought of him taking her ass was enough to infuriate her, the idea of submitting to anyone in that way had been unthinkable, but Loki had chipped away at her barriers piece by piece, stripping away first her stoicism, then her aloofness, and finally her anger, leaving her bare and vulnerable to his gaze.
She inhaled sharply as she felt Loki press a finger to her clit, nearly losing her train of thought as she felt a wave of pleasure nearly overtake her as he took her ass at the same time.
She pulled against her chains, not to free herself, and shatter the moment, but to pull Loki closer, to feel his arms around her, to runs her fingers along his chest, feeling his strong corded muscles beneath her fingertips, but as hard as she struggled the chains remained firm.
"Uggghh! God Master! Th-that feels so good," she groaned, just as Loki flicked her clit with his thumb.
She was close, nearly vibrating with pleasure as her orgasm fast approached.
She let out a low groan, reflecting on how deeply she now felt things, basking in the full gamut of emotions she could now experience, now that they were no longer muted by the inhibitor, and the years of mental conditioning the Kree had put her through.
Loki looked down at his slave fondly, loving the sound of her moans and grunts as he took her.
She was obviously reflecting on what he had revealed about the Kree and their leader, but it was time to return her attention to where it truly belonged.
He unsheathed his cock from her ass, returning in to her pussy for a single stroke before returning to her ass again, switching back and forth as he set a steady rhythm, taking both her holes, one after the other.
Carol's eyes went wide as she strained against her bonds, feeling another massive spike of pleasure as Loki switched back and forth between her pussy and ass. He had never done that before, not even in their shared dreams, and it was enough to make her go cross-eyed as her pleasure built even higher.
He could switch so seamlessly between soft and sensual, then hard and fast that it often left her breathless. Every time he took her, it seemed better than the last as he grew more in tune with her body and desires with each passing day.
She felt her earlier fears realized, knowing that she could never forsake how good this felt for her freedom, the bargain now far too steep for her to ever consider.
She couldn't stand the thought of there even being a last time Loki took her, truly accepting that she had surrendered to Loki.
That was the moment her orgasm struck. "MAASTEEER!" She screamed out, feeling Loki's hot cum flood her pussy a moment later, setting off another orgasm inside her the moment the first one ended. "Uggghhh!"
She took deep breaths, feeling Loki's chest pressed against her back, his breaths tickling her ear as he kept himself sheathed inside her.
Loki lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, with Carol asleep beside him, her head resting on his chest as he absently listened to her steady breathing, considering his next steps.
He had done well, better than he expected, collecting the Mind, Space, and Reality Stones in the short time that he did.
The Power Stone was in Thanos's hands, and that left the Time and Soul stones still in play, but he was far less sure of their locations.
The Soul Stone remained elusive, with few rumors for him to chase, and the Time Stone was even more of a mystery, with no one knowing its whereabouts.
It was also quite possibly the most dangerous stone to go after as well, imagining himself aging to dust in the blink of an eye when he faced whoever wielded it.
There was no clever strategy or manipulation he could count on to defeat its holder, and despite having three stones in his possession, and Carol to wield them through, he couldn't count on that to ensure an easy victory.
There was also Thanos to contend with. With the Power Stone in his possession, it made him far more deadly than before, and that said nothing about the armies under his command either.
He had viewed Proxima's memories, seeing how fanatically devoted his 'children' were to him, and knew he couldn't dismiss them out of hand either.
Despite how much he'd grown, how powerful he had become on his journey, he didn't know that he could stand against their sheer numbers alone. He would need an army of his own, and that meant one thing — returning to Asgard.
He would have to face Odin and Thor and ask for their help. His pride rebelled at the thought, imagining what Odin would think of him, and the disappointed look in his mother's eyes, but how long before he and Thanos crossed paths again?
It was all but assured as they were both actively hunting for the remaining stones now.
His next thought came to a grinding halt as his eyes widened in shock, glowing white as his back arched, feeling something ancient flow through him, the Odinforce.
It wasn't the full might of the Odinforce, merely an echo or whisper of it, which meant only one thing.
"W-what?" Carol asked, snapping awake, seeing the glow in Loki's eyes, having to shield her eyes against the bright light until it slowly faded away. "Master? What is it? What was that?"
"…My father," Loki said, still in shock. "He's gone."
Carol studied Loki's face, now an expert in reading his emotions. There was anger, but that was just on the surface, although she couldn't tell who it was directed at, but there was also pain, a surprising amount of it deeper, below the surface.
"What happened?" She asked softly.
"Likely my actions," Loki said with a sigh, still in shock.
"The Dwarves," Carol realized.
Loki nodded, realizing his miscalculation in retrospect. "I would have been far better off sending them to some far-flung corner of the universe, outside of the reach of Thanos's spies."
Sending the Dwarves to Asgard had been a calculated risk, but he had genuinely believed Thanos wouldn't risk a battle with Odin, especially with the Dwarves standing alongside him.
"He would have found them eventually," Carol pointed out, surprised that Loki had even revealed this much to her.
"Perhaps you're right," Loki agreed, "but now my people have paid the price as well."
"What price?" Carol asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Thanos's balance," Loki replied distastefully. "Every planet he visits, he kills half the population, likely far more as my people are a warrior race, and would have fought him to the end."
"Master? What was that light?" Carol asked.
"The last remnants of something my father carried," Loki replied.
"Tell me about it," Carol asked softly, settling in next to Loki, and tucking her head underneath his chin.
"It is called the Odinforce," Loki replied, wrapping his arm around Carol, and holding her close as he recalled Odin's memories.
"Long ago, when Asgard was still young, my father had two brothers, Vili and Ve," he continued, remembering the faces of his adopted uncles.
"They fought a fire demon, Surtur, who sought to destroy the nine realms, and while they fought bravely, his demon horde eventually overwhelmed them."
"In an act of desperation, his two brothers sacrificed themselves, granting their power to Odin, and allowing him to defeat Surtur, a power he used to rule over the nine realms ever since."
"And it's just gone now?" Carol asked, wondering how power like Loki described could just fade into nothingness.
"I feel it inside of me," Loki replied, "but it is just a remnant of the power that Odin once held," he said, realizing that what little remained likely latched onto him since he shared Odin's memories.
"What now?" Carol asked, wondering if Loki planned to return to Asgard or continue his search for the remaining stones.
Loki felt a smirk forming on his face as he uncovered a hidden memory of Odin's, one shrouded by the Odinforce. "Clever, old man," he acknowledged.
"Vormir," he said. "That is where the Soul Stone resides."
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