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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
When he initially returned, he expected her to still be shut in the room. He did not expect her to be operating the television on her own, let alone have it set to… that. He let out an amused chuckle as he closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. Just as silent, he snuck up behind her and leaned on the couch, observing the screen with interest. "I leave you alone for a few hours and I come back to see you watching humans fornicating. Dirty girl. I see you haven't had enough."
She had initially jumped in surprise, but calmed instantly when she recognized the voice and looked to his grinning features. "Oh, Loki, you have to, you have to see this. These Midgardians are so inventive in their ways of sex." She giggled on the word and took more than a sip from her glass.
He frowned when he realized where her bravado was coming from. "How many of those have you had?"
Dyre stared at the glass, frowning as she tried to remember. "I want to say three. Hey!" She reached for it as he took it away from her. "That's mine!"
"I'm surprised you're still conscious. You're done for now." He tried to remain firm, but the distraction caused by the screen was making something else firm. "I'll have to ask Father why he has access to this sort of thing…" He shifted his attention to her as she sat up on her knees to face him. "And I'm curious as to why you didn't switch to something else."
"You and I both know anatomy is a very… interesting subject." She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. "And, I'm not a little girl anymore. I've got almost a century of hormones to work out of my system. I'm not shy on the matter."
"Obviously not." He shifted out of her arms to move back to the bar so he could hide the remaining brandy. "However, I'm not indulging you while you're too drunk to remember it."
"That's it baby, fuck me, fuck me good and hard!"
He cleared his throat. "Do you mind changing that?"
She pouted and sat down, but did as asked. She stretched out as a calm voice narrated an animal special, so calm that her eyes started to shift out of focus in exhaustion. "Hey Loki?"
"Hm?"
"Is drinking so much supposed to make you sleepy?"
"It can."
"Is it also supposed to make things hover?"
"It— what?" He looked over to her and was glad he had set the glass down. "Dyre, what on Asgard are you doing?"
"I don't know!" Her voice was full of fear now as she stared at the remote, now hovering in midair before her. "Make it stop, please!"
He moved swiftly to her and grabbed the device, setting it down a good ways away from her. He could feel a trace of magic still on it, faint, but noticeable. "Dyre, that's magic. You have magic."
She shook her head, but instantly looked like she regretted doing so. "No, no I don't. I've never had magic. I'm just seeing things. That's it, I'm drunk and I'm seeing things. That happens too, right?"
"It does, but I saw it too." He took hold of her wrists to make her look at him. "I know magic when I see it. You have it." He could see pure terror in her eyes, and knew this was not something to discover while intoxicated. She was on the verge of a panic attack, that much was clear. "Breathe, Dyre. It's alright. This is a good thing, really. Now you're not as useless." He expected her to snap back at him, but she was still too scared. He could relate, having been so frightened when he discovered his own abilities at a very young age. "Look at me Dyre. This isn't the end of the world. You're fine." His nerves flashed as she leaned forward and held on to his middle, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. For once, he allowed it without question, attempting to sooth her back to a calm state.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, or when he had fallen asleep. When he woke, he found himself still sitting in a corner of the couch with her resting on his legs, her face serene in sleep. Birds chirped outside the windows where the sun began peaking in. At any other time, he would have just shoved her off and went about his business, but this was different in many ways. She had been utterly terrified by just the smallest spell. He narrowed his eyes, wondering just how long the magical properties had been simmering under the surface.
She finally stirred, instantly putting a hand to her head. "Remind me to never drink so much again. I could've sworn I saw the controller device fly."
"It hovered."
"Fine, hovered. I could've sworn—" Her head snapped up and she flinched, but still stared. "I wasn't… I wasn't dreaming?" She tried to sit up, but her head had other ideas, making her lay on her back as it righted itself. "How? I don't have magic. Only you and a handful of others do."
"Stress may have triggered it, among other things." Finally free of her body, he got up, regaining feeling in his legs. He fetched her water from the adjoining kitchen, giving her time to absorb the information. He himself attempted to piece the possibilities together. Magic was like a recessive gene to the people who did have it, one that didn't show itself often even if the carrier had it. Most Asgardians relied on physical strength to win fights. A few gods were able to tap into elements, like his brother and father. Only a select few knew they had it, and were able to use it. He took the glass to her. "I can help you with it, if you want."
She shook her head. "I don't want it. At least, I don't think I do." She frowned. "It would help, yes, but… it's so new to me." She opened her eyes to look at him. "How do you do it?"
"You have to remember I've been able to use magic since we were children. I'm more used to it than you." He grinned and handed her the glass. "If you want to think of it positively, you can help me now when we want someone embarrassed."
She giggled and accepted the water. "I suppose that's true. And I could better defend myself now." She shrugged. "I could even try to out-prank the master."
"I wouldn't go that far, but you're looking at it the right way." Curiosity struck, he flashed a grin her way. "So why were you watching what I caught you watching last night?"
"I…I was drunk, I thought it was interesting seeing it from another angle, I don't know." She flushed, knowing she couldn't lie to him as effectively as he could lie to everyone else. "I do not have to explain myself."
"Spoken like a true woman." He waved a hand in dismissal and moved away from the couch.
She frowned into her glass. "Why did you come back?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You left yesterday when I told you to return home. Why did you come back?"
"I never left Midgard. I was just acquiring things we didn't have here. Even if I had left to Asgard, it would have been a good thing I came back. Who knows what you would've started doing by yourself if I hadn't barged in when I did." He laughed as she groaned. "There are clothes for you in your room, as well as anything else you may need in the bathroom. Nothing's been used yet."
She immediately got up at the prospect of being able to change out of her dress. "If that is the case, you won't see me for awhile."
He watched her go up the stairs before a smirk worked its way on his face. "I wouldn't count on it."

Dyre closed the bedroom door behind her and saw a pile of clothes on the bed that hadn't been there before. She looked at the garments, not finding a single dress in the mix. She smiled in relief at the idea of not having to wear one for awhile. As an active child, she would wear boys' clothing, finding it better for her adventures, and more comfortable. As she sifted through the pile, she came across garments that were for sure not fine for public eye. She rolled her eyes and grabbed what she knew would work for her purposes.
She wandered into the adjoining bathroom, fully examining what he had only briefly showed her yesterday. She did what she had to, finishing up with ridding herself of the aftertaste of alcohol. As a last thought, she turned the shower on and jumped in surprise as it squealed, and a waterfall effect fell from the ceiling. "Think I can figure the rest of this out… hopefully."
She took the dress off and tossed it to the side. She stepped in under the water, finding it at an excellent temperature, and she instantly melted at the feel of the falling stream. She tilted her head back and let it soak through her blonde locks, laughing at how good it felt. She seized up as she felt hands on her hips, but relaxed when she heard a familiar laugh. "I can't have five minutes alone, lech?"
"Not when I know you're in here, naked, with water dripping down your body. How was I supposed to react?"
She closed her eyes, excitement rushing through her veins as she felt his hands glide up her body, grasping on to her breasts. "The plan was to have time to myself to do what I needed." She felt him press against her back, feeling something else between her legs. "I suppose that plan could use some alterations." She reached down and trailed a finger around him, feeling him shiver slightly.
"Mm, my naughty girl. You really haven't had enough." He shifted the way she was standing, forcing her to lean forward against the cool tile. He attempted to slip inside her, but found he couldn't. Not very far, anyway. He pulled out and tried again, finding her body gave way a bit more this time. At her gasps, he leaned over her body and shoved himself in one last time, chuckling into her shoulder as she sighed. "Beg me for it. Let me hear how much you want my cock."
She grinned, knowing a line that would throw him off completely. Or so she hoped it would. "That's it baby, fuck me. Fuck me good and hard."
He stood shell-shocked for only a moment before he laughed into her skin. "Don't use foul language that you have no idea what they mean. You don't know what will happen."
"Then why don't you teach me firsthand what they mean? The way I see it, at this point in time, I'm yours to mould." She grinned at him over her shoulder. "Teach me just what it means to fuck me good and hard."
"Mischievous as always. I like it." He captured her lips with his, while he pulled out and shoved back in, absorbing her moan of pleasure. By now the water was growing cold, but they didn't care. He leaned against the wall for support, holding on to her hip with the other to keep her in place as he taught her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
Her mind went blank as she was continuously pushed into the tile wall. This way felt a lot different than before, more animalistic. She found herself missing the intimacy of before, but still could not complain as she learned just what those words meant. She approached her limit easier than before, but had nothing to grab on to as her world turned upside-down. Her eyes widened as the hand on her hip moved in front of her and began touching her bundle of nerves in time to his strokes. "Loki!"
He chuckled as he felt her come, feeling his own release sneaking up on him due to how tight she was still. Her moans were becoming screams of pleasure as she came around him, forcing his release to the surface with a growl. He pulled out and came between her pressed thighs, breathing heavily, welcoming the cold water from the showerhead. He almost slipped as they heard a pounding on the bathroom door.
"Loki? Are you in there? I cannot find Dyre."
He relaxed as he heard his brother's voice. "Always with the worst timing," he muttered in her ear, making her giggle. He raised his voice. "I'm in here. I think Dyre went for a walk in the woods to see the wildlife."
"Don't do that, he worries," she whispered. She felt him slip off her and reach over to turn the water off.
"And you let her go alone? What is wrong with you?"
Dyre giggled as Loki rolled his eyes. "I'm in here, Thor, don't worry," she answered. "I haven't wandered past the front door."
They heard his heavy sigh of relief. "Good. I will wait in the main room to inform you of the new details."
Loki listened for his brother's footsteps to fade away before looking to Dyre. "Do not tell Thor you may have magic."
His statement caught her off guard. "Why not?"
"The less people who know right now is the better option. If I can help you learn to use it correctly, it can be your most powerful asset."
She nodded, her understanding sinking in. "I understand." She looked at her reflection, seeing him summon clothes to his body behind her. "What if I don't have access to magic? What if it was just a stroke of luck?"
"You worry too much." He nodded to the fresh clothes she had brought in with her. "Dress yourself and come downstairs. Let's see what my brother has in store for us."
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