Carol's shoulders tensed, her eyes going wide as she and Loki appeared on the other side of the portal as a room fool of warriors stared them down, weapons drawn.
She leaned in close to Loki, holding her breath as the tense standoff continued for several seconds, only relaxing again when Loki's hand slid down her back, gripping the base of her plug firmly in his palm
She gave her plug a firm squeeze, reminding herself she was safe, that Loki would never allow anything to happen to her.
Loki looked around the room, not surprised to find weapons pointed at him after what he did on his last trip to Midgard, but irritated that just an many were pointed at his slave.
'The metal man has a new suit, hopefully more powerful than the last,' he thought, pushing aside his first inclination to tear each of them limb from limb for threatening what was his.
The soldier looked much the same as before, as did the woman; then his eyes settled on the man with glasses, one he didn't recognize.
On the surface, he didn't look like much, but he could sense a power within him, just beneath the surface, a rage, tightly coiled and controlled at least for now, then finally at Sif and Thor.
"Enough!" Thor shouted. "My brother is not our enemy."
"Your brother," the bald man with the eye patch said dryly, "is responsible for millions in property damage and causing a nationwide panic."
"And all without a single loss of life, some of my better work actually," Loki smirked unrepentantly as he crossed his arms.
"What was it all about?" the soldier demanded angrily. "Why go through all that, just to disappear?"
"You were a distraction," Loki said dismissively. "I had business on Asgard, and drawing my brother's attention here made that easier."
Carol watched silently as Loki and the warriors went back and forth, Loki's comment increasingly getting under their skin as he learned where and when to apply pressure.
She frowned, trying to figure out the why. Loki said they needed allies to face Thanos's army, so why was he goading them? Then she saw it, the arrow still pointed at her chest, and it suddenly made sense.
Loki was furious, but these were Thor's friends, so he wouldn't kill them for it, which in his mind, left him with only one course of action.
She reached down, clasping Loki's fingers, silently reminding him Thor's friends weren't a threat, but not stepping in like she would have in the past, trusting Loki would know when to stop.
A moment later he squeezed her hand back, his tone noticeably shifting and Thor's friends finally lowering their weapons.
She turned, feeling a pair of eyes on her. The redhead, and the bald man who had largely stayed out of the argument where staring at her intently, as if they recognized her.
Her eyes narrowed, glancing at Loki with suspicion as she saw them stiffen for the briefest moment before they turned their attention back to Loki; the same thing happening to the rest of Thor's friends a moment later.
She didn't have to guess to know what happened, receiving an influx of memories in the same moment, telling her everything she needed to know about Thor friends.
"We don't have time for all this," Sif said, pinching the bridge of her nose impatiently. "Loki, just tell them why we're here."
"I've been on a mission," Loki revealed, going into a brief explanation of the Infinity stones, and what they were capable of. "I found all but three. The Power Stone, and the Soul Stone are in Thanos's possession, and the Time Stone still remains in play, but I know where to find it."
"So you'll have four to Thanos's two," Tony said, popping up his helmet. "It seems like you've got this in the bag, so why do you need us?"
"It isn't quite that simple," Loki replied. "The stones Thanos possesses are amongst the most powerful, and having more stones doesn't ensure victory, especially when he has an army on his side."
"This isn't our fight," Fury pointed out. "It's yours. We didn't sign up for any of this, and if this Thanos is as powerful as you say he is, we are hopelessly, hilariously outmatched. You need to move this fight of yours off planet."
"I didn't choose this battlefield, Thanos did," Loki replied. "And this battle is everyones."
"Why? What is he going to do with them exactly?" Bruce asked, curiously.
"Wipe out half the life in the universe," Thor replied, a storm raging behind his eyes. "He's already made good on it across countless world, Asgard included."
"He believes resources are finite, and over population will lead to the end of all life in the universe" Loki explained.
"So he's insane," Tony said flippantly. "I mean, that's the only thing that makes sense, right?" he asked, looking around the room. "If he's been around as long as you say he has, someone must have pointed that we don't even know if the universe is finite — and even if it was — his entire plan just kicks the problem down the road."
"Not to mention the fact that the universe is nearly 14 billion years old," Bruce added. "If a lack of resources really was a problem, it would have happened long before now."
"Why not just destroy the stones," Tony asked, curiously. "It shouldn't be too hard to figure out, especially with a stone that can alter reality."
"No," Loki shook his head. "The stones can't be destroyed. It's been tried more than once, but they always reform. It's just a matter of when and where."
"Then we find a way to destroy them permanently," Tony said, refusing to give up on the idea.
"Each of the stones is an aspect of reality. If you destroy one, you destroy that aspect of reality with it," Loki explained. "Destroy the Mind Stone, and you wipe out the consciousness of every living being in the universe. Destroy the Power Stone, and every source of energy in the universe goes inert. Destroy the Reality Stone and the structure of every object in the universe disintegrates."
"Alright, alright" Tony interrupted, holding up his hands in surrender. "I get it. Destroying the stones is a no go."
"How long do we have?" Fury asked.
"A week at most," Loki replied.
"Then I need to make some calls," Fury said, walking briskly to the door. "We're going to need all the help we can get."
***
Carol stuck close to Loki as they walked through the crowded streets of Kathmandu, looking around at all the people. It had been years since she'd been back on Earth, and it was only now she was realizing how little of it she'd actually seen.
"Are you sure this is the place, master?" Carol asked as they turned another corner, walking down a narrow alleyway until they found themselves in a rundown section of the city.
It stood in stark contrast with the rest of the city, filled with crumbling brick buildings, ancient and uneven stone roads, and a spiderweb electrical lines crisscrossing every building.
"Why would the keeper of the Time Stone choose to live in a place like this?" she wondered outloud.
"So that only those looking for Kamar-Taj will find it," Loki replied, following the trail of magic to the old weathered door, just barely hanging on to a crumbling building.
"This is it?" Carol asked skeptically, looking through the hole in the wall into the dilapidated building. "It looks abandoned."
Loki smiled. "With magic involved, nothing is quite as simple as it appears," he said, knocking firmly on the rotting wooden door.
A moment later it opened, revealing a monk dressed in orange robes. "She's been waiting for you," he said, stepping aside to let them in.
Carol's jaw dropped as they stepped inside of the ramshackle building, only to find themselves outside again, but now in a giant outdoor courtyard far larger than the small building could have possibly contained.
She turned, staring back through the doorway. Kathmandu was still there, just as they'd left it. She could even see the stray cat lying on the opposite side of the road flicking its tail.
It was nothing like the portals Loki created with, leaving her unsure if the doorway transported them to somewhere else, or if the courtyard really did exist in the ramshackle building somehow.
"This way," the monk said, leading them down the road to a tower in the middle of the courtyard.
"What's going on?" Carol asked Loki, watching as the other monks in the courtyard stepped out of the way, bowing their heads in deference. "How do they know you were coming?"
"There are no secrets hidden from the keeper of the Time Stone," Loki explained as they followed the monk down the winding dirt road.
"So, what's the plan?" Carol whispered, leaning closer, wondering what trick Loki had up his sleeve.
"There is no plan," Loki confessed, seeing no point in being subtle about it. "Whoever holds the Time Stone already knows everything I'm going to say and do. They've seen every possibility, every outcome. From their perspective, this meeting has happened an infinite number of times already."
Carol looked at Loki in shock. "…So what? You're just going to ask her for the stone, and hope she says yes?"
Loki nodded.
"What kind of plan is that?" Carol demanded. After seeing Loki fight, how cunning he was in battle, she refused to believe he would just come here without a plan.
"There's two possibilities," Loki explained. "Either she's concluded there's no way for her to defeat me, in which case she'll just give me the stone, or she wants Thanos gone just as much as I do, and can't do it on her own, in which case she would give me the stone anyway."
"Or she could be luring you here to kill you," Carol pointed out.
"Yes," Loki conceded, "but if she wanted me dead, she wouldn't have allowed us into her sanctum in the first place. Her name suggests she's old, which means she would have had plenty of opportunities to kill me over the centuries, when I was far less of a threat to her than I am now."
"I didn't think about it that way," Carol conceded, but it still felt like a gamble, one she was surprised Loki would take.
The monk stopped, silently pointing to the garden at the side of the tower before departing.
Carol and Loki followed the monk's gaze, spotting a bald woman, hunched over, and tending to some vegetables.
"Welcome," she said, wiping her hands on a rag before she strode over to them with an amused expression on her face. "You're both right on time."
"You're the Ancient One," Loki said, stating the obvious.
"I've been called that before," the Ancient One replied mysteriously.
"And you have the Time Stone," Loki added.
The Ancient One nodded, a green glow coming from the necklace around her neck.
"Will you give it to me?" Loki asked.
"I will, but you also have questions you want answers to first," the Ancient One replied.
Loki nodded, finally able to ask the question he'd suspected the answer to for some time. "The Mind Stone, it didn't just activate on its own when Thanos gave it to me, did it? That was you."
"You've come a long way," the Ancient One replied, her lips curling into a smile. "The old you would have been far too arrogant to have ever conceived of that possibility."
"What did you do to me?" Loki asked.
"No more than what you already suspect," the Ancient One replied. "I showed you possibilities, where your path would lead you, the different futures that awaited you should you continue as you were — should you refuse to evolve."
"I remember," Loki replied quietly, thinking about all the futures he ended up dead, and not just him, but everyone he knew. "Why? Why help me? Why set me on this path?"
"Almost seven hundred years ago, I saw a future. A terrible one, one I couldn't change, no matter how many times I tried," the Ancient One explained.
"You mean Thanos," Loki replied. "The snap. He wants to wipe out half the universe. That's what you want to stop."
"I do, but not only for the reasons you suspect," the Ancient One replied.
"Then what?" Carol asked. "Isn't the death of half the universe a good enough reason?"
"On its own, it isn't," the Ancient One replied, surprising both Carol and Loki with her answer.
"Your concepts of time, of the universe, the fabric of reality, it's limited," the Ancient One explained.
"The Infinity Stones have existed since the birth of the universe. Do you truly believe that in all those eons no one has ever assembled them before? That no one has used them in the way Thanos plans to now?" She pressed.
Loki and Carol shared a shocked look, taken aback by the question.
"…We would know about that… Wouldn't we?" Carol asked, getting over shock.
"Maybe not," Loki said, deep in thought. "If it happened long enough ago, if the people that knew about it went extinct.. It's possible. It also explains why they've all been hidden away for so long."
"More than possible," the Ancient One replied. "Ask yourself, how does Thanos know about the snap at all when he's never held all of the stones at once? How does anyone?"
"How many times?" Loki asked.
"It's impossible to know," the Ancient One replied. "Not even I can see that far back."
"Then why do you want to stop him now?" Carol asked, "What makes this time different?"
"Using the stones in that way is not without consequence," the Ancient One explained. "All those souls have to go somewhere."
"You mean they don't just die?" Carol asked.
"No," the Ancient One shook her head. "The stones tear them out of our universe and sends them to a place where the fundamental rules of reality don't exist. This damage the barriers between universes, weakening them enough for beings that know how, to cross between universes, and even realities."
Loki's eyes widened as he realized what the Ancient One was talking about. He'd seen the tears himself. He'd used them to cross between realms and even avoid Heimdall sight.
"What happens in this future you want to prevent?" Loki asked.
"Your death at Thanos's hands, before the battle even began was the start of it," the Ancient One explained. "After that my successor saw a future where Thanos lost, one of the few, but in order to defeat him, Thanos has to win first."
"So why would you want to change that future if Thanos still loses?" Loki asked.
"The cost of victory is too high," the Ancient One replied. "Bringing everyone back weakens the barriers again, and further still when the snap is used to send away Thanos and his army."
"Why would your successor allow this future to happen if it makes everything worse?" Carol asked curiously.
"At the time, he was still largely untrained, and he saw that future mid-battle," the Ancient One replied. "He neglected to view the full consequences of that future, stopping when he found the outcome he wanted."
"What consequences?" Carol asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"It gives Kang exactly what he needs to escape his prison: a crack in the dimensional barrier large enough for him to finally escape through."
"Kang?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering who that was, and why, even with Odin's memories he'd never heard of him.
"Kang the Conqueror," the ancient one explained. "A despot originating from a thousand years in the future, capable of time and dimensional travel. During his reign, he conquered not just time periods, but entire universes, entire realities."
"Someone used the snap to defeat him," Loki said, putting two and two together.
"Why use the snap?" Carol asked, wondering why they needed such a powerful attack to defeat a single being.
"With the use of time travel, he existed at multiple points in time simultaneously. Killing him became meaningless when he would just reappear from another moment in time," the Ancient One explained.
"The snap removed him from every point in time and space simultaneously, but not his influence, and those who believed in his cause. There are beings even now who want to return the universe to his rule, and have been manipulating events to see it happen knowingly, and unknowingly."
"And you believe I can defeat this… Kang?" Loki asked.
"No," The Ancient One shook her head. "Kang is different from anything you have ever faced before. Terrifyingly intelligent, and powerful on a scale you have yet to comprehend. He has manipulated events for millennia to achieve his goals, and should he escape, we all loose."
"Why?" Carol asked. "If someone used the stones to beat him once, why can't we use them to defeat him again?"
"He has had an eternity to think, and to plan," The Ancient One replied. "And has learned how to circumvent the power of the stones."
Carol felt a chill go down her spine as her mind flashed back to the Grandmaster, how he'd built his planet specifically to counteract the stones.
"This time his return won't simply be to conqueror, but destroy. Destroy all universes, realities, and time periods. Everything," she said heavily.
"Why?" Carol asked. "What changed?"
"As I said, he's trapped in a place where time doesn't exist," the Ancient One explained. "Simultaneously feeling like he's just arrived, and been there for eons."
"A place without beginning or end," Loki said, realizing Kang's plan. "He wants to escape his fate, and there's only one way for him to do that."
"What are you talking about?" Carol asked, alarmed by how worried Loki suddenly sounded. "Why can't he just leave?"
"He can never truly escape because the moment he does, not only does he return to existence, but so do all the different versions of himself, to their original moments in time and space," Loki explained.
"So what's the problem?" Carol asked, still not understanding. "If he's escaped, why would he need to destroy all of existence?"
"Because coming here isn't an escape," Loki replied. "Despite being spread out across time, space, and reality, Kang is still one being. Just at different moments in his life. Each version of him will experience the snap at some point in their futures, they just don't know it yet."
"And each version of Kang will at some point travel through time, creating an infinite number of versions of himself," the Ancient One added. "This was why the snap was used to defeat him. It was not a decision taken lightly, trapping him in eternity was the only way to stop him from spreading like a plague.
Carol frowned. That was the second time the Ancient One mentioned eternity, and she still didn't understand what she meant by it.
"Eternity means forever," the Ancient One explained, knowing the question was coming. "It's a difficult concept to grasp, but eternity is an existence without beginning or end. It is a fate he can never escape, not without destroying everything.
"How is he going to do that?" Carol asked.
"The stones," Loki replied. "He's learned how to destroy them, truly destroy them, and with each stone he destroys, it destroys that aspect of existence with it."
Carol gasped as it all suddenly made sense. Even destroying a single stone would fundamentally alter existence in ways she could barely comprehend, but all of them? It would unravel all of existence.
Loki stared at the Ancient One, finally understanding what his journey had been about. Every step he took, every stone he collected, Carol, his father's memories, the enemies he defeated, they were all leading up to this moment, this conversation with the Ancient One.
Without this journey he wouldn't have had the wisdom to truly comprehend the threat Kang represented, how deeply the Reality Stones were rooted to existence, and how fragile it all was.
"Did you see a future where I won?" Loki asked.
"Not one where he left his prison," the Ancient One replied. "The only way to prevent that future is to prevent his escape."
"Which means defeating Thanos without using the snap," Loki surmised. "How do I do that?"
"There is a way," the Ancient One replied. "But if I tell you how it happens, then it won't. All I can tell you is do not underestimate him. He is a formidable threat in his own right, and will be the strongest opponent you've faced yet."
"That's why you orchestrated all this," Carol said, tapping her collar, a hint of bitterness in her tone as she wondered how much of her life the Ancient One manipulated as well to get them both here.
The Ancient One nodded. "You don't see it yet It's still too early in your journey, but this path leads to our best future, yours included," she said, waving her hand, and creating an image of Carol in a red, blue, and gold costume.
"This is a version of you that never met Loki, the one that had thirty years to learn to use her abilities to the fullest."
Carol looked up at the vision of herself with a frown. She looked powerful, but there was something about her that didn't seem right: a longing, a sadness… a deep emptiness.
"This is the second most powerful version of yourself there's ever been, one who lived for almost three hundred years," The Ancient One explained.
"Every other version of yourself ends up dead very early on, usually within the first decade of you gaining your abilities," she continued. "You either take on a threat too powerful for you to survive, are betrayed by someone you trusted, or some combination of the two."
"Second most powerful?" Carol asked with a raised eyebrow. "Why show me her, and not the most powerful?"
"Because you are the most powerful version of yourself that there is," the Ancient One revealed. "Or at least you will be one day."
"I don't understand," Carol admitted, shooting the Ancient One a confused look. She certainly didn't feel powerful, and despite having the Infinity Stones around her neck, she couldn't access the power for herself.
"She is powerful, more powerful than most can even comprehend," the Ancient One explained, drawing their attention back to the vision of Carol. "But that is all it is: dangerous, destructive power. She spent much of her life traveling from one end of the universe to the other, putting out fires, but never really changing anything for long."
"Because of the life she lived, she was incapable of building anything, forming bonds with anyone, and the people she saved, sooner rather than later, found themselves living under the boot of another despot, often far worse than the one they replaced."
"What makes you unique," the Ancient One went on the explain, "is your bond with him," she said, looking at Loki. "None of your counterparts have that — someone they can trust implicitly, and without question. You can build something that lasts, something better, a chance none of your counterparts ever did, both of you."
Carol fell silent, looking back at the version of herself the Ancient One showed her, seeing her in a new light and finally recognizing the look on her face. She was tired, weary, lost.
What the Ancient One said to her wasn't new. More than a few people had said similar things to her on her travels with Loki, but none of them delivered the same impact as seeing it with her own eyes.
She stared up at the idealized version of herself she had longed to be for as long as she could remember, but no longer wanting for herself. The price was too high.
The Ancient One spun her hands, separating the Time Stone from the Eye of Agamotto, floating it into Loki's outstretched hands. "Good luck."
"Thank you," Loki said, brushing Carol's hair aside as he held the stone, watching as it flew out of his palm, fusing together with her collar, the green stone changing to a gem to match the rest of the stones on her collar.
Carol gasped softly as she felt a surge of power from the Time Stone, then the Mind, Reality, and Space Stones thrummed with power in return before settling back down, feeling almost as if the stones themselves had a will of their own, wanting to be together rather than separated.
"Will you be there for the battle?" Loki asked, creating a portal to bring them to his brother and Sif.
"I will," the Ancient One promised, watching as the portal closed behind Carol and Loki, leaving her alone in her sanctum.
She smiled faintly in the silence, her work of centuries nearly at an end, one way or another, but now at least there was a sliver of hope, a chance for a brighter future.
***
Natasha shifted nervously from side to side as she stood in front of the door to Loki's rooms, running her fingers through her hair as she wondered if this was even a good idea, but after he arrived on earth, and told them about the stones she couldn't shake the thought nagging at the back of her head for the past two days.
The Reality Stone could change anything, even her. It could give her back what the Red Room took from her.
She stared at the door, more nervous than she had been in a long time.
Both times she'd met Loki, she could tell instantly he was the rare type of man she couldn't manipulate. He would see it coming a mile away, which left her with only one option: honesty. It was just her luck that it was the thing she struggled with the most.
She took a breath, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles out of her dress, and knocked on the door before she lost her nerve.
Loki opened the door, looking at Natasha with a raised eyebrow, surprised to see her in a slinky black dress instead of the tactical bodysuit she seemed to favor.
He regarded her for a moment, silently acknowledging her beauty, now that she no longer wore the cumbersome uniform of her people.
"I-I need to talk to you," Natasha finally said, placing her hand on her hip. "May I come in?"
"I'll admit, I'm intrigued," Loki said, stepping back as he allowed Natasha inside, catching the sultry look she gave him, but chose not to comment on it, at least not yet.
"I have a question…" Natasha said, trailing off as she saw Loki's slave sitting on the couch, her knees tucked underneath her chin as she leaned against the side of the couch, wearing only her collar.
She quickly averted her gaze. "Sorry, I didn't realize.... Should I come back another time?"
"If I didn't want you here, I wouldn't have let you in," Loki said, leaning casually against the door frame.
Natasha nodded, staring at the floor, wondering where she was supposed to look. What was the etiquette in a situation like this? Would Loki be offended if she looked at his slave? Would he be offended if she didn't?
Then she saw it: the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. She let out the breath she had been holding as she faced him, deciding that getting straight to the point was the only approach she had with him.
"Can you use the Reality Stone to change people? To change me?" She asked.
"It can change anything," Loki replied, smiling inwardly at her response. "Even temporarily alter reality itself."
"Are the changes permanent?" Natasha pressed.
"They can be," Loki replied. "So long as those changes don't involve altering the rules of reality."
"I lost something," Natasha confessed. "No," she shook her head, correcting herself. "It was taken from me."
"Where I trained… where I was raised… At my graduation ceremony they sterilized me. I want it back… what they took from me."
Loki nodded, considering what would be involved. "You're asking me to change something that happened to you more than a decade ago. That's beyond the power of the Reality Stone. It's too many changes, too complex, especially with living beings. One mistake, and you would end up dead, or worse."
"Oh," Natasha said, feeling deflated, her face falling. She knew it had been a long shot, but she had hoped.
"But not the Time Stone," Loki added. "I could rewind the changes to your body until the moment before it happened."
"That would make me twenty again," Natasha said, thinking out loud. "Would I lose my memories of the last fifteen years?"
"Normally, yes," Loki replied. "But if I were to use the Mind Stone as well, you wouldn't have to."
"What would it cost me?" Natasha asked, knowing that something like this wouldn't come cheap.
"One night," Loki replied, his lips quirking into a smile.
"…What?" Natasha asked, confused.
"One night with me and my slave," Loki clarified. "You will do as I say, follow my orders to the letter and without question. In return, I promise to return to you what you have lost, along with the most intense pleasure of your life."
"That's it?" Natasha blinked, surprised that's all he wanted in return.
She looked at him, her lips curling into a smile. On missions, she'd had to sleep with her targets on more than a few occasions. It was all part of the job, but none of were anything like Loki, a god in every sense of the word.
She glanced past Loki to his slave, sitting on the couch, watching them silently. Her eyes roamed over the blonde's lithe and sultry form. This wouldn't be her first time sleeping with another woman either, but she got the distinct impression this was a night she was going to look back on fondly for years to come.
Carol stood, making her way to them. Loki had a one-track mind when it came to women, and she had noticed from the moment he laid eyes on the Black Widow that he was attracted to her.
She didn't feel jealous. More than anything, she felt curious, feeling a strong attraction to the redhead herself.
After Proxima and later Sif, it felt like a door had been opened, one she had never realized had been there, but it was now impossible to ignore, and she couldn't deny that she was curious to see where it would lead.
She couldn't help herself, wondering what it would feel like with Natasha. It had felt good with both Proxima and Sif, but distinctly different as well. How would it feel with another human woman?
She could see her own desires reflected back in Natasha's eyes, and knew the redhead was anything but opposed to the idea, and with the striking similarities between Katiana from her dreams and the Black Widow standing in front of her she knew it wasn't a coincidence.
Natasha watched with baited breath as Loki's slave reached for the straps of her dress, pulling them off her shoulders, and let it cascade to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but her her thong, stockings, and high heels.
Loki moved behind Natasha, gripping her thong on either side, and pulled; the flimsy material tearing like tissue paper in his grip.
Natasha let out a soft gasp as she felt the cool air against her bare skin, but didn't move, allowing them to drink in the sight of her.
Loki moved in front of Carol next, grasping her chin as he placed a kiss on her lips. "Take Natasha to the bedroom, prepare her for me my slave," he ordered huskily.
Carol nodded, taking Natasha's hand as she led her to the king-sized bed dominating the room.
When the redhead sat down, she straddled her waist, pressing her lips against the other woman's, kissing her deeply.
She moaned into her mouth as she felt the redhead's hands roam across her body, running down her back, and squeezing her ass.
Natasha froze for a moment as her fingers brushed against Carol's plug, taking a moment to recognize what it was before smiling as she gripping the base, feeling another surge of arousal when she did.
She had always felt an attraction to the female form, taking a special delight in fingering the assholes of her female lovers, and Carol was no exception. Her ass, just like the rest of her body, was magnificent, perfectly proportioned, and practically aching to be touched.
She felt a dampness between her thighs, imagining what it would be like to take the slave's ass, to have her bent over on all fours as she fucked her with a strapon, to hear her moan in ecstasy as she made her scream in delight.
She glanced at Loki, watching him slide into an armchair, a glass of scotch in his hand as he stared back at them lustfully.
He would join them soon, but she couldn't help feeling impatient, wondering what it would feel like with a god.
Carol moaned low in her throat, kissing Natasha back. The Black Widow was an excellent kisser, even better than Sif, so much so that it took her a moment to realize what was happening.
Loki was using the Mind Stone on them. She could feel a mental connection forming between herself and the Black Widow, then a trickle of memories and experiences flowing into her.
She leaned forward, toppling them both on the bed as she pressed her chest against Natasha's, continuing to kiss her as she experienced what they were doing from both their perspectives, feeling the other woman's lusts and desires amplifying her own.
She felt another surge of arousal, realizing that Loki was training her, and using Natasha's memories and experiences to do it.
Natasha rolled the blonde over, fondling her breasts as she broke their kiss, mounting her.
She placed her thigh between the slave's legs, pressing firmly against her overheated sex, smiling when she felt the other woman's wetness drip onto her thigh.
Carol arched her back as she moved with the redhead, letting out a low moan as Natasha gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head, their faces just inches apart and flushed with desire.
It felt good, really good submitting to the sultry redhead.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Loki stood up, biting her lip as he slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
She turned her attention back to Natasha, letting out low moan as the redhead ground her thigh against her slick folds as she tightening her grip on her wrists.
Natasha looked over her shoulder as Loki gripped her hips, letting out a deep moan as he moved in behind her.
She arched her back, pressing her chest tightly against Carol's as she raised her hips, wiggling her ass invitingly, eager to experience what it felt like to be fucked by a god.
Loki didn't disappoint, easing his cock into her slick pussy, her eyes going wide as she experienced his full length for the first time, pressing snugly against her inner walls.
She took a shaky breath as he moved with slow, shallow thrusts, giving her time to adjust. He was big, the biggest she'd ever had, and clearly knew what he was doing.
She grunted when his full length slid into her for the first time, filling her completely, but maddeningly he kept the same slow, agonizing pace as before.
He was driving her crazy; her body ached for more, but he stubbornly refused to give her what she needed.
She slammed her hips back, meeting his thrusts, groaning as she fucked herself on his thick cock, her lust overtaking her.
Carol looked up at Natasha's breasts swaying tantalizingly above her, lost in the heady pleasure of experiencing Loki's cock through Natasha's senses. It was intoxicating, and as the minutes ticked by, the connection only deepened, feeling both hers and Natasha's desires swirling around inside her, amplifying her own needs.
She tilted her head up, capturing one of Natasha's breasts in her mouth, sucking and scraping her teeth against the sultry woman's nipple as she kneaded her breasts, feeling both sides of the experience through the mental connection.
Natasha gasped, arching her back as she pressed her breasts firmly against Carol's hungry lips as Loki tightened his grip on her hips, finally picking up the pace as he fucked her with long, hard strokes.
It felt almost unnatural how attuned to her desires they had become, and in such a short amount of time.
It had only been a stray thought — wanting to feel Carol's lips and tongue on her nipples, and even before the thought had even fully formed, she was already doing it.
She curled her toes, clenching and unclenching her fists as her pleasure skyrocketed. It was already a foregone conclusion Loki and his slave would make her cum, now it was just a matter of how many times before she passed out.
She groaned, letting out a keening moan as Loki hit just the right spot just as Carol bit down on her nipple.
Loki smirked, knowing exactly how to set the Black Widow off. He pressed his thumb against her puckered asshole, circling the rim of her ass with the tip of his finger before plunging it inside.
"UGGGGHHHH!" Natasha let out a guttural moan as she came hard, her eyes going wide as she felt Loki's thumb entered her ass, unprepared for his sensual onslaught.
She had never allowed anyone to take her ass before, protecting that part of her body fiercely. The closest she'd come was allowing a dancer in Prague to lick her back there, but she'd put a stop to it before it went too far, something she couldn't bring herself to do now.
She collapsed on top of Carol, her breath coming out in short gasps, and her body glistening with sweat as Carol rolled them onto their sides.
She looked up as Carol rose to her hands and knees, crawling to her master before dipping her head to run her tongue along the length of his cock, licking it clean of their combined juices.
She could only watch in wonder at the deeply erotic sight, Loki's cock was still hard, even after fucking her for as long as he had, and even with his slave sucking him now, he looked like he could go on for hours.
Still panting, she watched master and slave together, surprised that Carol could so easily take Loki's full length down her throat.
******
Carol looked up, meeting her master's eyes as she massaged the length of his cock with her throat, slowly bobbing her head. She could still taste Natasha's essence on her master's cock, which only seemed to arouse her more.
She hummed low in her throat, adding to Loki's pleasure as she felt the mattress move beneath her, feeling Natasha's fingers trailing up and down her spine before she settled in beside her.
She met Natasha's eyes, seeing the same lust and desire reflected in her eyes as she sucked Loki's throbbing cock.
Natasha watched, her eyes lidded with desire as Carol's throat bulged around her master's cock.
She licked her lips, eager to see for herself what Loki tasted like.
She watched as Carol leaned back, Loki's cock popping out of her throat, almost as if she heard her thoughts as she wrapped her fingers around Loki's shaft, holding it out for her.
Natasha leaned forward, taking in the sight of Loki's glistening cock before tracing her tongue along his length, licking the drop of pre-cum that formed at the tip of his cock.
She smiled, enjoying the salty-sweat taste of his essence for a moment before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, sucking him gently, letting out a soft moan as she felt Carol lean against her, pumping her fist up and down her master's cock.
She let out a low grunt as she felt Loki's hand on the back of her head, pushing gently but firmly, his instructions clear.
Tentatively she leaned forward, taking more of his cock into her mouth, feeling the veins along the length of his shaft throb as Carol continued to pump her fist up and down his length.
She bobbed her head, feeling the head of Loki's cock bump against the back of her throat, nearly setting off her gag reflex, but it quickly subsided, and she returned to sucking him, wrapping her lips snugly around his shaft.
Loki let out a groan of approval as Carol leaned down sucking his balls, as Natasha continued to suck his cock, feeling his slave's technique improve by the second as she learned from Natasha's experiences.
When he planted the thought in the Black Widow's mind about healing her body, he had only intended for it to be for a single night, but he was re-thinking that now after experiencing her talents first hand, and seeing how much more his slave could learn from her.
He grunted, his cock throbbing, unable to hold back his release any longer against the sensual onslaught from both women.
Natasha looked up, feeling Loki grip her hair in his fist, a clear sign he was close, and sealed her lips around his shaft, refusing to allow a single drop of his essence to escape her lips.
He came a moment later with a loud grunt, filling her mouth with his seed.
Keeping him in her mouth, she ran her tongue along his length, licking away every drop of his cum before finally releasing his cock from between her lips.
She rubbed her thighs together, feeling a growing wetness between her legs as she watched his cock harden again before her eyes, smiling as she remembered she had promised Loki the entire night.
***
Carol stared out the window of Stark Tower, in the guest room Tony Stark had set aside for her and Loki.
It had been nearly a week since their arrival back on Earth, and it had been filled with meetings. Meetings with the World Security Council, various heads of state, countless people with enhanced abilities, all to prepare for Thanos's arrival.
Even Proxima was gone today, joining Thor and Sif to meet with the Wakandans to discuss the capabilities of Thanos's forces and where each front of the battle was likely to take place.
Everything was going as well as it could be, better than she had hoped. The people they met were taking the threat seriously, and she knew why: the Mind Stone.
Loki was subtly influencing their thoughts, so much so that she doubted any of them even noticed. Added to that, Loki's natural charm and charisma and they were practically eating out of his hand.
She smiled faintly, remembering how naïve she had been before. Loki's actions would have appalled her old self, seeing everything in black and white, rather than the shades of gray the universe truly operated it.
She understood the necessity of what he was doing, especially with the time frame there were operating in.
There was no time for bruised egos, back room dealings, or extended negotiations, not when they were fighting to preserve the lives of half the people in the universe from Thanos, and stopping Kang from escaping his prison, and destroying everything else.
She leaned into Loki's touch as she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, feeling the tension leave her body now that he was back.
"You seem distracted, my slave," Loki observed.
Carol glanced at the table, her new orders hand-delivered by Nick Fury earlier that afternoon. He wasn't part of the air force command structure, but considering his security clearance, she understood why it had been him delivering her new orders.
It caught her by surprise when he handed her the envelope, then saluted her, thanking her for her service.
When Loki altered his and Romanov's memories, she'd assumed he just erased their memories of her, but he'd actually gone much further than that.
He had Fury use his clearance to change her Air Force record from KIA to Recovered, even updated her service record to reflect her actions off planet, then gave her new standing orders, issued directly by the President of the United States, permanently putting her under Loki's command.
She wasn't even sure it was strictly legal, but with the president's seal on the letter, it hardly mattered.
She wasn't upset with Loki for doing what he did, not really, understanding why he did it. He would never allow anyone to take her from him, and this at least gave the appearance of legitimacy to her government, but she still didn't understand why he had gone to all the effort he did when he could have simply erased their memories of her.
"Why?" she finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Loki followed Carol's gaze to the letter sitting on the table. "Fury and Romanov are not the only ones who would recognize you, and it would have only been a matter of time before they compared notes and asked themselves why two people who should know you have no memory of you. I'm sure you can guess what would have happen next."
Carol looked at Loki. She didn't have to guess. Questions like that would derail the delicate negotiations already underway, but she still felt like Loki wasn't telling her the whole story.
"That's it?" She asked skeptically.
Loki chuckled, "No, not the only reason, but the reason I will give Thor and Sif should they ask."
"What else, master?" Carol pressed.
"I will not allow you to have two masters," Loki said possessively, tightening his arms around his slave's waist.
Carol sighed, deep in thought as she looked out the window again. It would be a waste of time to try and break Loki's grip, or press him for more, especially when she saw no reason to.
She didn't want to escape him, much preferring the safety and security he provided her over the uncertainty and danger of a life without him, but it wasn't the only reason nor the most important she stayed, not anymore.
With him, she no longer felt the deep loneliness in the pit of her stomach that she had lived with for most of her life. For the first time in a long time, she felt complete, whole.
The look in the eyes of her counterpart still haunted her, the one who learned to use their abilities to the fullest. Dull, lifeless, even bored, and life with Loki was many things, but boring was never one of them.
It had been hard at first, not being able to use her abilities, feeling them locked away, tantalizingly just outside of her reach, but as the weeks went by, she missed them less and less, until she hardly ever thought about them anymore, the yearning for her abilities slowly replaced by the contentment that came from belonging.
Her experiences with Loki humbled her. He forced her to see that even at the height of her abilities; she wasn't the strongest nor the most powerful, that someone with enough skill and foresight could still defeat her.
Carol closed her eyes, feeling the war within herself draw to its final conclusion. She wasn't a warrior, not anymore, and she didn't even miss it. She'd finally found peace.
She belonged to Loki, and that didn't make her less. It made her more. She turned around in her master's arms, looking up to meet his eyes.
"I'm yours, Master," she breathed, pressing her lips to his as she melted into his arms.
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