Hecate.

We'd decided to move again.
This time it was New York.
We stayed in a quaint little hotel in the most expensive room...
The Honeymoon suite...
Loki and I never minded sharing a bed. It was, in fact, more comforting and it helped me sleep better.
That night, I fell asleep with Loki's arm draped over my hips. It was bliss...

"Hecate! Come to me at once!" I heard my lover's voice boom through every corridor in the underworld.
"Coming!" I called, rushing to his aid.
I entered his chambers and there he was.
Hades.
Naked on his bed with nothing but his thin, black sheet covering where necessary.
"I need you." He muttered.
His words made my skin crawl...
I loved him... As long as he was no where near me.
"What would you like, my love?" I asked, innocently.
"Come here and let me fuck you." He hissed.
I subconsciously stepped back a pace, angering my master.
His skin began to turn red and flames spurt from his fingertips.
"I said. Come. Here." Hades instructed.
I nervously stepped towards him, with each one taken, his skin turned back to a cool blue.
He was handsome, but fiendish.
Muscular, but I knew exactly what he could do with them.
I never wanted to get on the bad side of the God of the Underworld...
Not that he had a good side...

I reached the bedside and he reached out for my hand, pulling me to him.
Our lips connected and I thought I was going to vomit...
He ran his hands up and down my sides, making me cringe.
"I'm going to fuck you, Hecate. Harder than I ever have done." Hades mumbled.
The last time he said that, I ended up purple with bruises from head to toe and everywhere he seemed to have touched, was either grazed or burnt.
He was vicious in bed...
But it was my duty to please him.
So I let him...

He stripped me bare of my clothes and towered over me, despite the fact that we were both laying down.
"Hades please don't. I'm not in the mood..." I whispered, scared.
He chuckled evilly for a few seconds but then stopped... And slapped me hard, tearing skin with his nails.

And then you woke up...

"Darling, what's wrong?" Loki asked.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked at him properly.
"It was just a nightmare..." I whispered, not making eye contact with him.
"You kept saying 'Hades, no.' Tell me what he did, Hecate." He instructed.
I looked up at him through tear - filled eyes.
"You don't want to know..." I growled.
"Heca-"
I stopped him speaking by crashing my lips to his.
Our lips moulded together perfectly, it was like a dream.
I had wanted to do this for so long... But not under these circumstances.
I released his lips and we breathed for a moment, our foreheads still connected.
"Just leave it." I told him before going to the bathroom.