Rain more kisses (LokixReader one shot)

For the past five months you’d been obsessing over the man the FBI had come to call The  Collector, spending very waking (and non waking) moment trying to get in this mysterious man’s head. He’d been in the shadows the entire time, using his cohorts to gather anything and everything Norse related. His activates had moved across seas, meaning you couldn’t follow and be hands on in the investigation and it was driving you up the wall.
Today had been very boring to you, sitting at your desk doing no-stop paper work, poking at the muffin sitting on the corner and groaned inwardly as a new stack of papers was dropped in front of you. You casually flipped through the pages, blinking as you saw the picture of a recently abducted boy, focusing in on the slightly glowing necklace he had been wearing when he was abducted. You quickly scheduled an interview with the family, going to the front of the building and waiting. As you waited you went over the case file, noting that the family was a large collector of ancient artifacts, the perfect mark for your mystery man.
“Mom, Mom!” a young boys voice pulled you out of your thoughts, turning to see he was the younger brother of the abducted boy. “That’s the guy I saw take Sky!” he pointed at a very unique looking man in a hat who went into the store across the street.
“Go inside and report your sighting while I go bring the man in.” you ordered, quickly making your way into the store and glanced around.
“Can I help you, Ms.?” The store owner asked as you walked around.
“Yeah, the guy who looked like Dr. House who came in before me, where’d he go?” you turn to him, glaring slightly as you saw his smirk of “I’m not going to tell you a thing”.
“I’m sorry, client privilege means I don’t have to tell you.” His smile got wider.
“Fine, I’ll go get a warrant.” You snapped, turning to leave and blinked as you saw the man you were looking for leave before you. You quickly followed him. “Sir I’m going to have to ask you to accompany me to the station.” You put a hand to his shoulder, showing him your badge and started leading him towards your officered. You noticed some men gathering closer to you, quickly pulling your guy as you were surrounded. “I’m a federal agent, stand back.” You ordered, growling as the circle of men startd laughing.
“Ah, Ms. ((L/n), at last we met. You’ve been following me for a while now, I’m glad we get to seeyou in person.” A silky voice spoke from behind you, causing a shiver to run down your spine as you went to turn and aim your gun at him. You winced as something heavy struck the back of your head, knocking you ot the ground.
“Ngh…” you groaned, trying to shake yourself of the encroaching darkness, rolling onto your side and aiming the gun at who you assumed was the collector. ‘Damn, he’s kinda good looking…” you though as the gun fell from your hand, collapsing back as you faded.

You jerked as you came to, your hand flying to where your side arm should have been as you sat up, staring around franticly as you tried to regain your senses and groaned as your head throbbed.
‘Well it seems the collector has ended up collecting me… strange… I thought I’d be killed…” you sigh, rubbing your head as you took in your surroundings.
It appeared to be early morning, a cloudy day ahead according to the grayness outside the barred window in front of you.
You quickly got to your feet, quietly [padding around to try to find a way out. You opened a door, glancing out into a hallway, leading to some stairs, quietly shutting it before searching the other rooms where you were, noticing everyone in the bedrooms were asleep and got yourself into a bathroom. You pushed at the window, groaning slightly as it didn’t budge and tried to find an identifying land mark. You sighed, figuring out you’d have to go down the stairs to escape. You went back to the door, peaking down the stairs and groaned as you noticed the business men working on the floor below you. You slumped down against a wall, sighing and trying to figure a way out of the situation. You didn’t notice you were leaning against a door, yelping quietly as it opened back and fell backwards, groaning as your head throbbed.
“Oh that’s fun…” you mumble, opening your eyes and twitching as you got a full look of the collector.
Tall, unworldly beautiful, green eyes and raven hair.
“Shit”
“Such language from a Lady.” He smiled, leaning down and pulling you to your feet.
“If you haven’t noticed I’m not very lady like. Who are you and why did you take me alive?’ you growl, shoving away from him.
“You so adorably named me the  collector, but my real name is Loki, of Asgard.” He bowed slightly, smirking.
“Loki… of Asgard? You mean the guy who attacked New York three years ago?” you back up to a wall.
“Yes, that would have been me. I was so close to defeating your Avengers that day but they surprised me.” He sighed, stepping towards you, smiling as you twitched.
“And you’ve been going around collecting Odin’s runes, haven’t you. That’s why you took that boy, had the rune of somnus!” you growl.
“Ah, so you know what I’ve been up to. You are smarter than most Midgardians.” He smirked, going to put a hand to your face when you slapped his hand away.
“Why did you take me alive?” you growl.
“In time, love, in time.” He smiled, causing your heart to race a bit.
“Just kill me now because if you don’t I swear I’ll find a way to escape and take you down,.”
“I think not.” He laughed, touching your forehead with a rock. “Somnus.”
“Hmph, that stone was a fake; I noticed it was a replica early on.” You smirk at the shock on his face. “One would think a god could figure that out.”
“Impudent whelp. You will be more useful then I first thought.” He smiled, going to stroke your face when you yet again slapped his hand away.
“I’m not going to help youl”
“You will, in time.” He quickly grabbed your wrist, holding tightly as you struggled and pulled you to a door in the room. “This shall be your chambers, now be a good pet and stay. “
“I’m not going to-!” You start as he opened the door, shoving you in and smirked as you stumbled to the quaint bed.
“Things will get better for you if you listen to me.” He smiled before shutting the door, locking it.

After four years of being a rune slave for Loki you had finally managed to pick the lock on the door to escape. Of course you were debating with yourself if you even wanted to leave this point. Over the years he’d brought you gifts, gotten you a large king bed with silk sheets in (f/c) as well as anything you could ever want.
You sighed as you heard the lock click, opening the door and snuck out into Loki’s room. You stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes fell on Loki’s dresser, noticing all the framed pictures of candid snaps of you doing all sorts of things, including when he woke you up Christmas morning with tons of mistletoe.
You smiled at the memory of that morning, the feeling of being wrapped in warmth as you woke slowly to feather light kisses across you shoulders, squeaking at finding Loki leaning over you with a lovely smile across his face as he flicked little sprigs of mistletoe on you and the bed. At first you had been scared but soon you finally gave into your feelings and stopped being fearful.
That was two weeks ago, he’d been gone since then and you hated to admit it but you missed him. Even though you had been kidnapped you had learned you were a lot alike and you’d never been able to make this kind of connecting with anyone.
You yelped as a pair of hands wrapped around you from behind, quickly flipping the person over your shoulder and sighed as Loki landed softly on his feet.
“Loki?! Damn it don’t do that to me!” you gasp, patting your heart and leaning back against a wall.
“I did not except for you to escape so soon, I thought I’d have another four years before you ran from me.” Loki sighed, sitting on a chair in the corner of his room. “Smarter than most Midgardians, as I said.”
“What have you been up to recently? Two weeks away isn’t exactly your style.” You cross your arms, staring at him.
“Oh, this and that, really. Let me ask, if we had met in the normal way, would you have dated me?” he ecai9imined his hand as he spoke.
“Probably… I’ve never really had a connection with someone else until now…” you stare to the side.
“Well that’s pleasant to hear. Now, why are you trying to run?”
“I haven’t been outside in forever… I want to know what’s going on in the world…” you sigh.
“”If you were to get out, would you come back?”
“Not sure… depends on what you did to the world.”
“What I did-?” he started.
“You collected all the runes, you’ve been gone for two weeks, you were up to something.” You glared at him as he smirked, twitching slightly as he stood and shuddered slightly as he slowly walked over to you.
“Well you are right, I was busy doing something with the world.” He stepped up right in front of you. “I am no extreme ruler of Midgard, but I have left the world to run as it will.  I’ll just put my influence in from time to time.”
“And how many died?” you groan slightly.
“None, actually. That’s why I wanted the runes, and you helped me immensely. So, you have two options.” He leaned to you.
“And what would they be?”
“I could release you back to your FBI…. Or…”
“Or…?” you glanced up at him, your eyes slightly tear filled.
“Or stay and be my queen.” He smiled down at you as your eyes lit up. “OF course we’ll be moving and sharing a bedroom…”
“We more or less do already.” You giggle slightly, causing him to smile.
“I suppose we do.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “Shall we go?”
“N-now? B-but all our stuff…” you start to panic.
“Already moved, do not worry.” He led you to a door, placing you against the wall. “What here for a minute love, I must fix a few details.”
“Fine….” You groan, sliding down as he went through the door and shut it.

A few hours later you had fallen asleep against the door, yelping as it jerked open and caused you to fall on your back, you groaned as you opened your eyes, twitching slightly as Loki grabbed you by the arms and dragged you to the bed.
“H-how did-? Magic portal?” you ask as he pulled you onto the bed with him.
“Precisely Love.” Loki smiled, waving a hand over you as he stood and laughed as you shrieked slightly.
“Loki changing my clothes to a sheet toga isn’t nice!” you growl, pulling the deep green sheets closer as you turned onto your stomach, burring you face in the pillows.
“But it’s so much fun, Love.” He laughed, fixing something above your head as you glanced at him and blushed slightly.
“Mistletoe? But I thought it’s only a seasonal thing?” you tilt your head at him.
“Yes, but as ruler I can deem their use for anytime.” He lay on your back, kissing your cheek.
“How many?”
‘Two thousand.” He smirked, kissing your neck as you groaned.
“You’re not letting me leave, are you?”
“No, never.” He took your left hand, slipping a ring on your finger before kissing your hand.