Ehehehe!! I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCH, 2.3K!!!!!!! AGGHHHHHHHH!! Ugh, I'm not a fan of some parts of this, but I've spent much too long agonizing over it so here you go!! Okay, for any of you who read this I want you to comment something you'de like me to write, I can write a one-shot, or if I really like the idea I'll put it in the story. It can be anything, Avengers' reactions to Loki showing up at their tower, Loki and Percy's first time, things that happened while they were on Chaos Planet, etc. I want to know!! lol, you can 100% tell that I wrote this AN on many different days XP... Also, sorry if Annabeth is a bit OC, she's way harder to write that I initially thought.

Perseus POV:

            Well, I'll be damned, if that isn't Annabeth, fucking Annabeth Chase, just when I was finally feeling somewhat comfortable with my life she shows up. Typical, just fucking typical. Of course that cunt has to be the one to interrupt a good spar. Bitch. Breathe Perseus, in, and out. In, and out. It's alright, don't let her get to you. Loki's soothing voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Bobbing my head slightly I allow some of my gratitude to slip through the barbed fortress that is my mind. 

          I turn my attention to Nancy Bobofit who was pointing Annabeth out to me as the intern. Just my luck. The secretary's red curls bounced as she stood up to hand me a visitor's badge for her. She gawked at me the entire time, her disgusting pink lips hanging open in a perfect 'o'.  By the time she closes her mouth the badge is in her hands and I'm already halfway to the door. She scurries after me, calling my old nickname. I ignore her, opting instead to focus on making it up the stairs without losing it. 

 Annabeth POV:

         I trudge up the stairs after Percy, thoroughly exhausted. By the time he comes to a stop, I can hardly feel my legs.  Hands on my knees I silently observe my ex, he stands tall, as though he didn't just climb at least ninety flights of stairs, his hair was messy as ever, though his build had changed drastically. He was a couple inches taller and had lost the whole cute, gawky teenager look. Percy had grown up. The son of the sea turned to me and cocked his head in such an inhuman manner that an involuntary shiver made its way up my spine. He smirked, amusement alight in his swirling black rimmed, green eyes, he then turned away, stalking down the hallway to his left. 

          I scurried after Percy, tucking away thoughts of his eyes to muse over later. Now I had to focus on not getting lost. Eventually, we made it to an average sized room. There was a kitchenette on one end and were the two purely white, luxurious, leather couches on the other. Percy motioned me in and opened his mouth to say something when he stumbled, running smack into the door frame. He groaned and slid to the ground, his whole body spasming, "Percy! Oh my Gods, are you okay!?" I ran to him, finding a sudden burst of adrenaline. He spasmed again, "Fuck. You. Loki." I frown, freezing just inches above him. Reaching out a hand I attempt to comfort him in some way, bring him back to me, when a hand slaps me away. I blink, "Wha-?" A man cuts me off, "Out of my way mortal." I quickly shuffle back, this man was a god. Oh, Styx.

        The god, whom I presumed was Loki, the one Percy had cursed, stalked forwards, lips twitching. Percy looks up, eyebrow raised in a mocking manner, even as his body continued to twitch on the floor, " To what pleasure do I owe your presence oh mighty one?" Loki's lips twitched up again, his acid green eyes brimming with amusement. He crouched next to Percy and offered a hand. Percy took it before turning back to me, "Stark is expected to arrive in approximately five minutes, please do make yourself at home. And apologies for the rude welcome, I've had a repulsive day and I genuinely hope you will forgive me for such." He then disappeared in a green flash and cruel laughter. I stood there for Gods know how long before finally shaking myself out of it. What was wrong with Percy? Why had that god taken him? Loki, Loki was a Norse deity, what the Hades?!

Loki POV:

          I smirk down at Perseus, who was currently shivering on the floor of my room.  Admit that I won and I will heal you, if not, well I can certainly just leave... My lover moaned, Chaos damn you Lokes. I laugh, "Yes indeed." He frowned then yelped as his muscles spasmed out of control, "Fine, you win." I smile then wrap my seider around his wound, drawing the poison out. Offering a hand I help him up, only to pin him against the wall. I drag my tongue down my lover's jawline, bringing forth a moan. Traveling up I attack Perseus' lips, forcing my tongue in and down his throat. He moans again, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Running my hands up and down his sides I use my seider to send him down to the ground. He flipped in a way so that he was down on his back. Perseus squirmed, still not fair, you cheated. I chuckle, leaning over to assault his lower lip, poisoned blades are not cheating. Now play nice. My lover wiggles again before going limp. Fine, but don't expect any role play. I laugh. Trailing my hands down, I trace lazy circles down Perseus' thighs. No, all I want is to fuck you. He growls, latching on to my bottom lip with his teeth he drags me closer, then fuck me. 

         Letting loose a growl of my own I plunge my tongue between the son of the sea's plump, soft lips. Perseus wriggles a third time, bucking his hips up into mine. A sigh of contentment at the much-needed friction exits his mouth, only to be swallowed by mine. He rubs himself against me again and in a snap of my fingers, all of the Sea Prince's clothes are gone. I stare down at my prize, "Oh you won't be walking for at least a week after this love. You look simply ravishing." My first finger slips in with ease and Perseus moans, writhing beneath me, already silently begging for more. The second finger slides in just as simply, drawing forth yet another groan. After a moment I slowly drag the intrusion out of my lover's ass, only to slam it back in, hard. Perseus moans, "Fuck, Loki," "All in good time," I promise while thrusting in a third finger. The fourth followed not far after. I push my fingers in and out, curling them against my lover's prostate. 

Perseus POV: 

          He stopped, curling his long, cool fingers. They hit my prostate and the air left my lungs, every damned time. Then he took them out. I whined at the absence, even though I knew it would be filled soon. Loki drags his tongue across my lips, then dipped his head lower, lower, lower. My lover looked up at me from his place between my legs, before diving down. Loki's tongue flicked over my entrance, producing a heated moan from Chaos knows who. Then he entered me, his mouth a delicious mix of hot and cold. 

           Loki entered me in a swift thrust. Buried to the hilt my lover slowly began to move, drawing long, heated moans from the pair of us. When he sped up I almost screamed. Fuck, Loki harder! I was half begging at this point. Lokes was only too happy to comply. He drove into me at a break-neck pace. If we hadn't been fucking for centuries I would have come at that very moment. It took quite a lot to make me cum, Loki's dick wouldn't cut it anymore, now something more, like his entire fucking fist. Well, with that it would be quite possible for him to cum without any stimulation. Loki smirked against my lips, now, why didn't you tell me this earlier? I whined as my lover hit my bundle of nerves just right, "Fuck." Loki continued his thrusts, each harder than the last. His back arched as he came into me, filling my ass with his freezing liquid. I shuddered, that was one thing I'd never get used to, the coldness of Loki's cum. 

          My lover pulled out and I whined again, still needing release myself. Suddenly I was on my stomach, ass in the air. "Lokes?" Three fingers entered me, already thrusting with gusto. They were slick with the same magic lube as he'd used earlier. Oh-Ohh Loki, fuck. I gasped as the fourth finger re-entered me, swiftly followed by the tip of my lover's thumb. Loki worked his way in cautiously, slowly forcing his entire fist inside. He curled his hand into a fist over my prostate and I screamed, hot sticky liquid exiting my body in white ribbons. Lokes gently removed his fist and lay down next to me, "There is more to come young one." I was carried to the bath and placed gently in the warm water. That was when Loki began washing me. 

Love you guys!!! Let me know how this one went and if there are any plot holes I need to fill.  Wattpad's being an ass, I've been trying to update this for a while, but it keeps shutting down :/ Oh well, it's working now! Peace, Blue Cooookies!!