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Loki, My Love	By : lokiismyspiritanimal Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel/Loki fandom, and make no money from either one. The dialogue between Odin and Loki comes directly from the film, Thor, and is not mine. The rest of the story, however, is.

Chapter List
- 1-Loki, My Love
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You never meant to eavesdrop. The cook had sent you to find the Allfather with a question, but you see no one in the throne room. You do hear voices, low at first, and you creep over to the doors that lead down into Odin's trophy room. You recognize the voices as belonging to Odin and Loki. Always, you had admired Loki from afar. His penchant for mischief and magician's antics frequently brought a smile to your face. Friends of yours often teased you, never understanding how you could choose Loki over Thor, but it was difficult for you to explain the strange vulnerability you sensed in Loki. His brother shared none of Loki's grace. Though Thor was, indeed, handsome, he seemed to possess none of Loki's humor, or thoughtfulness. It seemed that all Thor was interested in was battles and boasting, which honestly left you a bit bored. "
What am I?" you hear Loki ask, which leaves you bewildered. "
You are my son," the Allfather answers.
"What more than that?" Loki asks, his tone turning menacing. "The casket wasn't the only thing you took that day from Jotunheim, was it?"
"No," Odin answers after a long pause. "In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and I found a baby. Small, for a giant's offspring. Abandoned, suffering...left to die. Laufey's son."
"Laufey's son?" Loki says, breathing heavily, putting together pieces in his head silently.
"Yes," Odin confirms. "Why?! You were knee deep in Jotun blood, why would you take me?" Loki demands, rattled.
"You were an innocent child," Odin begins.
"No!" Loki cuts the Allfather off, knowing his father all too well. "You took me for a purpose, what was it?" When the Allfather remains quiet, Loki screams, "TELL ME!" You wince at the clear anguish in his voice.
You hear Odin explain that he had hoped that Loki would be the thing that would bring about a peace between their people. You put your hand to your mouth to stifle a gasp. The next thing you hear breaks your heart. "I'm no more than another stolen relic? Locked up, here, until you might have use of me?" Loki's voice hitches and you realize he is crying.
"Why do you twist my words?" Odin says.
"You could have told me what I was from the beginning! Why didn't you?" Loki asks, his breath heavy with anger and hurt. "You are my son," the Allfather says, tenderly. "I wanted only to protect you from the truth."
"What? Because I-I-I'm the monster parents tell their children about at night?" Loki asks, the pain in his words causing tears to break free from your own eyes. "You know, it all makes sense now! Why you favored Thor all these years! Because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant siting on the throne of Asgard!"
You hear a muted noise, and then Loki calling for help. Standing quickly, the doors open and the guards rush past. Just beyond, you see the Allfather sprawled on the steps as Loki kneels beside him. The guards mistake Loki's tears of anguish and frustration for fear for his father's current situation, but you know better. You turn to return to the kitchen and your eyes meet Loki's, briefly. He sees your tears and stares at you, wondering. You offer him a sad smile before bowing and casting your eyes downward as you were supposed to do in his presence. As they move Odin to his chambers, you scurry back to your duties in the kitchen.
Word of the Allfather having fallen into the Odin-sleep has spread through Asgard, and the palace. The tone is somber, no one knowing when, or even if, he would awaken. With Thor cast out, Loki assumes the throne as the only remaining heir. You think hard about what you heard pass between father and son, knowing you could never tell another living soul. Despite her claim that she was not hungry, you are ordered to take a tray to Queen Frigga. Upon entrance to the bed chamber, she smiles absentmindedly and you bow before putting the tray on the table. "I see the cook once again ignores my words," she says. "Ah, no matter. Just leave it. Thank you, you may go." She turns her attention back to the sleeping Allfather. You tiptoe out of the room, closing the door behind you.
"There you are," Loki's voice scares the life out of you. "I have been looking for you."
"My apologies, my lord," you say. "I did not see you." You drop to one knee, averting your eyes. "If I had meant to be seen, then you would have seen me," he says, his lips curling into a mild sneer. "But that is your game, is it not?"
"Sire?" your voice is barely a whisper. Hadn't you known this was coming since you dared to meet his eyes earlier? Loki was no idiot; he was obviously aware that you had heard the exchange between him and his father.
"What did you hear, girl?" he asks, his tone dangerous.
"I heard the pain of a son wronged, my lord," you answer. "If I am to die for what I have heard, so be it. What I heard would never escape my lips but to you. I would never betray you."
Loki looks thoughtfully at you, his eyes softening. "Such a kindness," he murmurs. "One I probably do not deserve and one I can never be sure will remain. Your name?"
"Sigyn," you answer. You dare to raise your eyes to look at him. He stands in the doorway to his chambers, arms folded across his chest. His normal beauty is enhanced by the pain in his heart. "What will you do with me?"
"You are not unpleasing to my eye," he says. "If I'm not mistaken, I've heard whispers that you are the one who 'pines for me.' Is that true? Do you...'love' me?" He all but spits the word "love" at you.
"And if I did love you, my lord?" you ask. "You speak as though you do not believe in such things."
"It's not been my...experience that love exists," Loki muses. "And if you did, love me, I suppose I would require proof." He pauses. "Do you have proof?"
"Verbal utterances mean little without deeds to back them," you tell him. "May I stand?"
Loki nods, curious where you are going with this. You rise from the floor and walk towards him. He watches you intently, his green eyes hopeful. Putting your hand on his arm, you stroke upward to his shoulder. "Your agony breaks my heart," you whisper, keeping your eyes demurely downcast. "I take it upon myself to ease your suffering, my love. It is a sad thing that you have lost your ability to love...or have you?"
"You're going to show me that love is worth my time, are you?" he asks, sarcastically. "And why would I trust that love won't hurt me, yet again? I put my faith in all the wrong people, it seems. They lie! Relying only on myself is a lesson learned. What are you going to show me that changes that?"
"Will you let me show you?" you purr. "Not everyone lies, Loki. I would always be honest with you for I know how lies have wounded you to your very soul. I would not want to be the cause of more pain for you..." You brush his cheek with your lips softly. He relents for a moment, allowing you to bring your fingers to his jawline.
"Is it really me you want? Are you sure?" he whispers. He grabs your wrists, squeezing, hurting. "Do you really want a Frost Giant between those shapely legs? Would you bear the bastard of such a man?"
"I see only a man," you say, careful not to show any fear. "A beautiful man who has been betrayed by those most dear to him, and in need of kindness and comfort. Loki, I will bear pain from you and yet show you no fear, no hatred. You can not scare me away. If you choose to feel nothing, you will truly break my heart."
"Show me, show me everything then," he says, releasing you.
You see in the depths of his eyes his longing to believe your words, but still there is resistance. Very tentatively, you move towards him. Your tongue moistens your lips before you kiss him gently. His lips remain stiff, but you persist. Touching his face with your hands, your kisses become insistent. Slowly, you feel him respond. Your hands run through his dark hair, your tongue pushes his lips apart, dancing with his. You untie the dressing gown he is wearing, and finally, his arms encircle your waist.
Loki pulls you closer to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat racing. Standing so close, you can feel his hardness and you smile knowing that despite his outward demeanor, he wants you. You rain kisses over his face, loving the feel of his skin. His hands pull at the simple dress you are wearing until it is off. You stand back and allow him to look at you. "Oh yes, very pleasing," he breathes.
"May I, my love?" you ask before you reach for his clothes.
"Oh, you may," he says.
You go behind him to remove the dark green, very plush robe from his shoulders. Underneath, his pale skin ripples with the smallest of movement. You toss the robe onto his chair and run your hands over his back, feeling the muscles tense slightly under your touch. Walking around, admiring his stunning male form, you come to rest in front of him. He is more than ready to be pleasured, and you've never been more turned on in your life.
Taking his hands in yours, you lead him to the large bed. You sit on the edge and move over to allow him to climb in next to you. Loki hovers above you, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them. His lips come down on yours, pushing you back flat. His mouth trails warm kisses around your neck, as his teeth nip causing you to both moan and wince slightly. You said you'd take pain from him, and of course, he's going to test your resolve.
His large hands cradle your breasts, thumbs brushing erect nipples. He smiles when it causes yet another moan to escape your lips. His touch roughens slightly, squeezing and pinching your nipples. Despite the pain, your back arches into him. "My touch pleases you," he says, and you know that this is merely a statement of fact. "Do my lips please you as well?" That familiar, almost cruel grin you have come to know so well appears on his face. "Yes, oh yes, they do," you say as those lips move to suck at your heaving breasts. His tongue flicks the nipple before his teeth bite down. "Oh, Loki..."
His eyes flash up to your face, seeing the look of absolute ecstasy there. His kisses continue down your body, as his hands knead your hips. Before you are even aware of it, you feel his long fingers inside you. He looks down at what he's doing, as you writhe under his touch. "You are so wet for me," he whispers. He dips his head and you feel his mouth on you. "So sweet! I want to feel you come for me."
Loki's tongue feels like the softest velvet, licking at your clit. His mouth envelopes you, sucking roughly. Your hips begin to move into him, your climax building. His tongue grazes your secret spot and it's more than you can take. You moan his name, throbbing around his fingers, drenching them. "Oh..god, my love!" you cry, riding out the incredible waves of pleasure he's giving you. He removes his fingers, licking them and watching you with some interest. Your thighs shake uncontrollably and when you look at him, his eyes are gentle. "The things you do to me..." you say softly, stroking his hair.
He says nothing, but your eyes hold his for a few moments and you see that deep longing in them. You look down his long body, your hand wraps around his cock and it is his turn to moan. "Is this what you desire, my lord?" you ask him. "My hands and mouth on you? Tasting you on my tongue?"
"Yes, it is what I desire," Loki groans, hips moving forward slightly under your touch. "Do you desire it? Tell me..."
"Yes, Loki, my love, it is what I desire," you whisper to him.
You kiss his lips, then move your mouth down his pale chest. Loki feels your warm breath on the tip just as your tongue darts out to lick him. You hear his sharp intake of breath as you plunge your mouth over him. He throbs against your tongue as you lick the underside, paying attention to that sensitive vein. You let your teeth lightly graze his cock and you feel his fingers weaving through your hair. Loki's hands are pulling at your face so you allow yourself to be deterred. "Is it not pleasurable, my lord?" you ask, looking into his eyes.
"It is, but I desire something else now," he says, pushing you back on the bed once again. "If I'm not wrong, it is what you desire as well, what you have always desired from me. You want to feel me inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. Oh, Sigyn, you are so easy to read!" Loki roughly pries your legs apart, positioning himself between them on his knees. "Is this what you wanted when you spoke to me of love? Hot, sweaty pleasure-filled fumblings that make us both moan with passion as our bodies betray us? Is it?"
"It is, Loki, but not because our bodies are betraying us," you speak gently, carefully. "But because this is an act of love. You said you must have proof of my love and here I give it. I give it freely only to you." You dare to touch his cheek as his eyes have flashed dangerously. "I belong to you, Loki...always. Do what you must, but my love for you will not dissipate so easily."
"Then, take it!" he hisses. "Take all of it...if you can!"
You brace yourself against his brutal onslaught. He forces himself inside you and you gasp, unable to stop a cry of pain from spilling from your lips. He grins victoriously. He's broken you, and he knows it. Even in the pain, though, there is pleasure. As he moves within you, your body responds to his. He feels you getting wetter and his movements become easier for you both to bear. Your hips begin to move with his, meeting his thrusts. Loki's lips come down on yours, fiercely, claiming you for his own.
"You are mine now, Sigyn," he pants. "No man but me shall ever touch you. This body? It is mine to do with whatever I wish. You will respond only to me. Do you understand?"
"I understand, my lord," you moan.
"Now, I want you to come again, for me," Loki demands. "I want to know that you obey my every whim. Oh, Sigyn, come for me..."
His encouragement is all you need. You buck under him, feeling as though every nerve in your body has just exploded. You cry out his name and when you do, you feel him pulse and throb within you. His cries join yours as your bodies slow their frantic pace. Loki stops moving and kisses you very gently. You are surprised by his tender action and return this small token of affection. It's a huge step for Loki, and you realize that, feeling hopeful for him. He rolls over to lie beside you. "Should I leave you now, my lord?" you ask. "Do you have further use of me?"
"I may yet have use of you tonight," Loki says. "You have shown me great...kindness tonight and I make a promise to you that I will not forget it. I meant it when I said that you belong to me. You will always be mine." He looks into your eyes and you nod that you do, indeed, understand. "I'm just giving you what you want...my pet. And so long as you are loyal to me, I will always give you what you need."
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