Get ready to read a full one-shot, not just a drabble.

It took me longer to write this one, because I wanted the plot elements to align properly with the erotic elements. I'm eager to read your comments. :D

WARNING: This piece contains the theme of dubious consent. If it squicks you out, then please don't read it. You've been warned. Consume the content wisely.

"Greetings, ladies."

Loki was backed up in the corner of a dark, rough hewn chamber, surrounded by several women. All of them were pointing their weapons--spears, swords and battle axes, to name a few--at him, looking quite vexed.

"I'm, ah, simply passing,” he tried to fib, still attempting to get his bearings.

He had only landed here a few minutes ago, after all. Working with the dark pathways was a dangerous endeavour, and now he was facing trouble for it.

"Doesn't look like you’re merely passing,” stated their leader (he assumed), putting the sharp end of her sword under his chin. “You were looking around curiously, as if trying to find something."

He tried to smile despite his precarious situation. "My curiosity is something of a bane. I apologize for my transgressions.”

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Hope you like it.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, maybe little bit angsty but not much

Expect the unexpected

The words still echoed through his head.

‘I’m pregnant’ you had said so excitedly. It took Loki a moment to gather his thoughts. How were you this excited? This wasn’t planned, this wasn’t good news, this would be a disaster! He already couldn’t figure out why you stayed with him, even after he came clean about everything he had done in his past. How were you even pregnant? Did you cheat on him? No, no… you would never do such a thing. Loki felt a bit guilty for even thinking that you would.

"Loki?"

No reply...

You pulled at the silken ropes that bound you, looking up at the way they just hung in the air. Of course, Loki didn't need any hooks or suspension aids; his magic was enough.

What scared you was that you were on your tip toes, with your arms stretched above your head; you had never done anything like this before. Yes, he had bound you a few times when he had taken you, but it hadn't been a suspension. Somehow, it made you feel even more exposed than usual, causing goosebumps to form all over your naked flesh.

Being intimate with the 'god of mischief' was something of a discovery and something of a shock sometimes, depending on his mood.

"Loki?" you whined as he kept circling you, his arms crossed and his lips pursed in mock concentration. "What am I supposed to do like this? I can't even move."

"That was the whole purpose of binding you like this."