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A Little Secret	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loki nor do I personally know Tom Hiddleston or any of the other famous people herein. I do not own Avengers or Thor and yes this is a work of fiction. This is just for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay with this. I had Pneumonia and had to take a long break to get better.

Chapter Ten: Burning Cold

    Loki awoke to a very familiar and wholly unwelcome feeling under his skin. Groaning at the warmth he could already feel radiating up from his body, the deity got to his feet to run into the attached bathroom. Already he could feel the telltale sensitivity and he growled in outright frustration. Of all the times, nature had to rear her ugly head now. Locking the door behind him, the muscled male shucked off his sleeping pants to reveal a very angry erection. Gritting his teeth, the black haired God huffed through his nose as he worked to relieve his problem; knowing full well this was only the beginning of something much worse.

    To say she was startled to wake up alone would be a huge understatement. Lissa was downright scared for a few moments until she heard movement in the bathroom. Relaxing slightly now that she knew he hadn’t suddenly been taken away by his brother or Odin, the brunette stretched languidly as she got out of bed. Although last night had happened rather quickly for both of them, the handler couldn’t find it within her to regret any of it. Smiling at the mere memory, the twenty-eight year old moved out of the bedroom to make them both some breakfast.

    The pajama clad assistant was just putting the finishing touches on their omelettes when a fairly disheveled God of mischief came stumbling into the room. His blue green eyes were now a deep jade green and hectic color was splashed over his pale cheeks as he leaned heavily on the door frame. “Loki! Are you okay? Sit down,” she gasped out, concern quickly replacing her relaxed mood as she took in just how ill he looked. In fact, his chest was heaving as he breathed rather heavily, his hands curling into tight fists as he made his way to the table. Once he was seated safely, the twenty-eight year old’s mother hen mode went into full swing. In a rush, she brought the ill looking male a glass of water and his plate of food; only taking her seat once she was satisfied he had been taken care of.

    “I’m fine Lissey, just a bit sick at the moment. I’m sure it’ll pass,” he replied neutrally, beginning to eat. It was only the extreme pallor of his skin that let her know he wasn’t being entirely truthful.

    “You don’t look fine. In fact, you’re starting to worry me,” she countered, her earthy gaze full of concern. Despite how pale he seemed, he seemed to be covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

    “It’s really nothing, I promise. Now I have a few things I need to finish up. Will you be okay by yourself?” came his quick reply as he locked eyes with her, every muscle in his lithe body tense.

    Lissa could only stare at the obviously ill male, giving him a light frown to show him she wasn’t amused by his attempt at deflection. She had been around him long enough to tell when something about him was off. Instead of pushing it, however, she decided to just let it go. He was probably keeping whatever was wrong to himself for good reason and would tell her if it became a concern. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure I’ll find something to entertain myself with,” she sighed, giving him a look that said she wasn’t fooled for one moment. The shameful glance he gave her in response made her feel slightly better and she gave him a small smile before moving into the living room. At least now she knew he realized she wasn’t about to let this drop.

    Sighing, the brunette plopped herself onto the couch and looked up at the huge flat screen mounted above the fireplace. Reaching for the remote beside her, she smiled at the sound of the disguised male cleaning up their dishes. Then he was leaning over the couch to press a kiss to her cheek, the heat radiating off him nearly making her gasp in alarm. Before he could run off, she was grabbing the sleeve of the blue shirt he wore. “Nothing to worry about? Are you kidding me?! You feel like you’re running a fever,” Melissa protested, her heart slamming into her ribs as fear for the male filled her. Loki only sighed before moving to stand closer.

    “I promise, if it gets worse I will tell you what is going on. Right now, I’m just praying it will go away,” he sighed, his green eyes holding a frustrated shine. Then he was gently removing her hand from his sleeve, pressing a gentle kiss on top of the skin.

    “I swear its really nothing dangerous. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a few phone calls to make,” he husked, giving her a pleading glance before moving off toward the bedroom.

    Nibbling her lower lip as she watched her former client, Lissa sighed as she switched her focus to the dark TV. As worried as she was, she would just have to take his word that he wasn’t as sick as he seemed. Turning on the flat screen, the assistant flipped channels until she found a cartoon show that she wanted to watch. What she eventually chose would have made anyone groan but she found the cheesiness endearing. Besides, it had been years since she had seen the animated adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog. Giggling at the opening animation, she found herself desperately wishing for some popcorn.

    Huffing, the tense deity paced the floor of his bedroom as he ran a shaking hand through his raven locks. Every moment that passed, he felt a slight increase in his discomfort as well as the heat roiling under his porcelain skin. “Why now of all times,” he snarled in a pained voice, his hands fumbling to undo his pants and free his aching manhood. Then he was closing his eyes as his hand wrapped around his heated flesh, a whimper bubbling up from his chest as he worked to relieve himself. Despite his dearest wishes, it looked as if he was entering into heat; a condition he hadn’t suffered in a decade. Groaning, Loki gritted his teeth in irritation as he felt himself reach completion embarrassingly quickly. Unfortunately this seemed to have little effect on the need boiling in his loins, drawing a strained noise from the panting celebrity. He was in for a very long day.

    It had been hours since her former ward had disappeared into his room, hours and she hadn’t seen so much as a hair of him. Despite his reassurances to the contrary, Lissa kept finding herself going back to the heat she had felt radiating off his skin. What if he had passed out from a fever and she was just sitting here watching SpongeBob? Nibbling her lower lip, the concerned assistant got to her feet and moved toward the room the actor had disappeared into. Raising her hand to knock, she stopped when she heard a sexual sounding moan come from the other side. Just hearing it made a flush of want shoot straight to her nethers and she found herself backing away from the closed entry with a mortified expression. Unfortunately, escaping quietly back to the living room just wasn’t in the cards.

    As if he could smell her, which she knew he could when she thought back on this moments later, the dark haired actor threw open his door; a wild look on his face. The well built male was completely naked, his slightly sweaty chest heaving as he looked at her like a starving animal. His pale skin was now tinted a faint blue and his tribal markings appearing faintly on his head and arms. Just seeing him like this made the nervous handler take a step back, this action causing something predatory to spark in his red orbs. “L-loki, what the Hell is going on here?” she gasped out. Instead of answering, the taller deity only closed his eyes and released a husky growl as he began to advance towards her slowly.

    “Loki!” she tried once again, her voice holding a slightly frightened edge as she began to back away from the naked man.

    This time something in her voice seemed to snap him out of it, the handsome male shaking his head as his hands came up to cradle his temples. “Lisssaaaaa, Gods I need to get you out of here,” he gasped out in a pained tone that practically tore her heart out of her chest.

    “No, you need to tell me what the fuck is going on! You’re fucking scaring me!” The brunette nearly screamed, her voice holding a slightly hysterical edge. Suddenly his entire energy changed as he enveloped her in his arms, soothing noises rumbling up from his chest.

    “I’m sorry luv, so sorry. All of this must be getting overwhelming for you. I just wish I didn’t have to add to everything you’re experiencing right now. I am... going through something rather embarrassing right now. I don’t really know how to explain it but its perfectly harmless... for the most part,” he stumbled, only serving in confusing the jeans wearing female even more.

    “Please, just tell me. I can’t take much more skirting around the subject,” the twenty-eight year old pleaded, burrowing her face into his still naked chest in an attempt to calm herself down. Thankfully his scent acted like a tonic, soothing her anxiety enough for her to think rationally.

    “Uh, how much do you know about animal mating cycles?” Came his highly confusing reply, making her blink a few times as she tried to reconcile what she just heard.

    “What on Earth does that have to do with anything?” the stunned professional asked as their eyes locked.

    “Just... answer the question please,” the dark haired star pleaded, the green in his eyes fading slightly to allow blue back in.

    “W-well I know that all animals have a time of the month where they feel the drive to....,” she began, trailing off as her gaze travelled to his still very aroused manhood. It was then realization decided to wallop her upside the head like a brick and she looked up at her companion with a shocked expression. Loki only gave her a deeply embarrassed look before heaving a long, deep sigh.

    “I think you’ve figured it out. Due to my... heritage I go into a mating cycle of my own on occasion. They are very few and far between, only happening every ten years or so, but they still happen,” he confessed quietly, his expression full of shame as he avoided looking at her. To his credit, he didn’t release her or try to run away. Instead he just stood there with a tense expression, his sea-green eyes meeting hers steadily as he awaited her reaction.

    “S-so, that’s what’s wrong with you?” the young woman ventured, fiddling with the hem of the t-shirt she wore as she tried to absorb the information he gave her. It made sense, after all even humans went through a heat cycle of their own. That somehow didn’t make the situation any less awkward. Whatever was happening to him was a lot stronger than anything she went through, judging by his still angry looking erection.

    Said organ was standing from a nest of dark pubes, its uncircumcised tip pointing at her almost like an accusation. Pre pearled at the tip despite the seriousness of their current discussion, making Lissa realize he must be in a considerable amount of pain. The fact that he was able to hold this conversation while obviously painfully aroused honestly impressed her. “Yes Lissey. That is precisely what’s wrong with me. I will be in a heightened state of arousal for about a week. I will be nigh insatiable and having you here during that wouldn’t be advised,” he responded quietly, his blue green eyes full of reluctance as his arms slowly dropped from around her slightly pudgy body.

    His words had an unusual effect on the handler, causing a warm rush of lust to wash over her body in a sensual wave. Probably the hottest actor as well as the world’s most desired villain at the moment was being reduced to a sex fiend for a week. The very idea of it would cause most women’s knees to go weak. Lissa was no exception, very nearly becoming a puddle of mortification and searing want as she stared at him with wide, brown eyes. Half of her wanted to go home like he was suggesting while another, much more insistent half of her very much wanted to crawl into his bed for the week and not get out until he was done with her. Head swimming from just how fast shit continued to unravel around her, the stunned female did her best to organize her jumbled thoughts. “...could leave at any time,” rumbled a familiar, slightly raspy baritone, snapping her out of herself with a jolt.

    “Wh-what?” she whispered in a dazed tone, doing her best to focus on the still naked God in front of her.

    “I said that if you wanted to leave I would understand. We could leave at any time,” the pale man in front of her replied quietly, his large hands curled into shaking fists as he waited for her response.

    Only able to stare at him in return, the stunned female tried to gather her wits enough to form a coherent answer. Inside, she was being torn in entirely two different directions and she found herself having to very seriously take things into consideration. Things were already moving too fast in their relationship as it was, she really didn’t want the proud male to think she was easy. Yet the much more stronger voice of her instinct to want to help him screamed at her for even thinking of leaving him like this. It was fairly obvious he was in a considerable amount of discomfort and that would only increased by her absence. The fact that he needed her was clear in the tense lines of his built body. In fact, he almost looked on the verge of falling apart in front of her; his chest heaving slightly as he began to shake.

    Closing her earthy orbs, she took a deep breath and calmed her thoughts before making a decision. “I’m not going to leave you alone like this,” the determined femme whispered, very nearly giggling when the God of Mischief’s jaw nearly dropped to the bare wood of the floor. Then he was clearing his throat as he ran a hand through his inky hair, a painfully hopeful expression briefly crossing his oval features. This was quickly replaced by resignation and a slight bitterness as he shook his head.

    “You have no idea what you’re saying. You will end up pregnant by the end of this as I will have no control over myself. I will probably end up being a lot rougher with you than I normally would and there will be a lot of biting. Do you still want to stay?” husked his slightly deeper voice as his eyes flashed a steely blue for a split second. A slight sneer curled his upper lip for a brief second but it quickly vanished as he forced himself to maintain control over his emotions.

    Lissa could only stare at him with a slightly horrified expression on her pale face. Pregnant?! They barely knew eachother! Let alone the fact that their relationship was barely getting started! Carrying a child without the stability of a sturdy foundation, that would be the height of lunacy. Just before she opened her mouth to say she should go back after all, she saw the expression on his too handsome face. The mighty creature looked like he was bracing himself for a terrifying blow, his shoulders raised and his jaw tensed as he steadily met her gaze. Just seeing him like that made her resolve waver and she heaved a sigh. Would carrying his child really be that awful? Besides, Loki was a man of honor. He would care for the child even if the relationship fell apart.

    Groaning at the decision she was being forced to make, the twenty-eight year old actually found herself weighing the pros and cons of the situation. She would be putting her body through utter hell without even the guarantee he would be around to help her. On the other hand, she would permanently have a piece of a man she was pretty sure she loved very deeply. A fact that shook her very foundation. No matter how this turned out, she loved him; a revelation that frightened her. “Maybe... maybe I want to carry your child,” she whispered in a quiet voice, barely able to look up at him as she waited for his response. Her heart pounded in her chest as she closed her eyes, fear and embarrassment waging war within her. She was so anxious, in fact, that when a pair of hands landed on her shoulders she very nearly flew to the ceiling.

    Looking up, she saw a pair of emotion filled blue green eyes staring down at her; tears standing in the rims. “You... you would... even if... oh Lissey I... I love you so much,” he rasped, seconds before his mouth was devouring hers. Before she even knew what was happening, the stronger actor was scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into his room; his lips never leaving hers as he laid her down on the sheets. He only broke the kiss when he straddled her hips, his eyes searching hers despite his very obvious need.

    “If at any time it becomes too much for you just say stop. I promise you, no matter how lost in lust I seem, that I will stop immediately,” he whispered, every muscle in his body shuddering from the effort of holding himself back. Lissa only had time to nod in response before his lips were taking hers again much more harshly, her clothes disappearing with a wave of his hand.

    “Oh my darling forgive me but I need you. I need you so badly. It will only hurt for a moment,” he whispered in a strained voice, resting his tip aagainst her unprepared entrance. Before she could protest, he was pushing forward; drawing a pained hiss as he entered her semi-dry channel.

    “Shh, shh. I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, one of his hands moving to the hood of her clit and beginning to rub.

    Thankfully the action had the desired effect, soon causing small ripples of pleasure to roll through her as he slowly hilted. “Ah, fuck. I’m afraid I won’t last long my darling but don’t worry, I will be far from done with you,” he assured in a deep rasp that made her insides quiver pleasantly. Then he was moving, releasing a noise that made her core clench pleasantly. Placing his teeth over her racing jugular, he snapped his hips into hers as he bit down hard. All too soon he was spilling into her, just like he had warned, leaving her feeling a bit unfulfilled as he hovered over her panting.

    To her shock, he was still hard within her; letting her know he hadn’t been exaggerating about the second thing he had said either. Sure enough, once he caught his breath, he was moving once again; soft growls leaving him as he took her much more slowly than before. Moaning quietly, the brunette wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her forehead on his shoulder as she allowed the pleasant sensations to wash over her. Every stroke of him in her passage felt like heaven and soft keens of his name left her lips as she felt herself slowly being coaxed into a very powerful orgasm. “Cum for me my treasure, cum with me,” he begged in a much deeper voice as his now green eyes focused on her sweaty face.

    “Oh Lokiiii,” she gasped out, her head tipping back as pleasure overcame her and everything within her tightened and spasmed at once. The taller man only groaned as he came once again, filling her with his hot seed.
    “Mine, mine,” he whispered against her neck before he was moving again, letting the exhausted female know she was in for a very long night.
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