Loki Hulk Smash Novels & Stories

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"The boy. I finally know where he is. And it is a place where we have a bit of influence." "Now that is news. You did come here for a good reason after all. Such knowledge is worthy of a toast." Loki's smile was broad. He ignored his rules as he smashed his cup against Ares', spilling ale all over the floor and the table. Little matter though, he was too happy to care about the fact that he was the one in charge of cleaning in the bar.

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

' He dragged Melody back across the floor pushed her back into the small cage and locked it before heading out to his office to see if his Warriors had finished the cleanup. Loki came around on the floor of his office and when he tried to move he found he had been hog-tied but strangely enough only with a normal rope, not the usual wolfsbane-infused ones he would have used. He did not waste any time thinking about the whys and wherefores with a deep growl he shifted into Cronus and snapped the ropes binding him. Staggering to his feet he heard the soft moans coming fro

the Dark Lord gruffed before delivering the final blow. * SMASH * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *