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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 15
He gave her proper time to herself to collect her thoughts. As the sun disappeared into the ocean, he felt that it was enough time alone. He waited until he heard her stop the shower before getting up and stopping before her door. He rapped on it a few times and heard her curse softly on the other side. "Dyre, I need to talk to you."
She muttered something on the other side, but opened the door despite her mumbles, showing she had changed into sleep shorts and a loose tank top. A small glare graced her features. "What for?"
He glanced down, seeing Markku stand protectively at her side. "Out, mutt."
Markku whined in slight protest, but left, his nails clacking against the tile.
Dyre wasn't amused. "What do you want?"
"Don't work yourself up. I only wanted to make sure you weren't still cross with me."
She studied him for a moment, analyzing his quiet tone. "No, Loki. I'm not. I overreacted. I am angry with myself, not you."
"Then why hide from me? If I am not your source of anger, why would you make it seem so?"
She looked away, fidgeting slightly against the door.
"Dyre?"
"I couldn't look at you," she muttered, keeping her eyes off him. "It doesn't matter why, I just couldn't. I still don't really want to."
Regardless, he made her look at him, gently lifting her chin. "It does matter why." He knew why it was. He needed to hear it from her. "Have I suddenly become repulsive to you?"
"No, never." She shook her head, freeing herself from his barely-there grasp. "It is only a whimsical thought of a female, it shall pass."
"Are you so sure of that?"
"It has to. You've made that clear."
"Have I? I said you will find your secret eventually, which does not always mean far into the future."
"I feel strange when I'm around you, Dyre. I can't explain it."
"I feel the same. My mother says that when you care for someone deeply, you feel differently about them."
"If that is the case, I care for you, a lot. I don't want you to vanish from my life."
"My father demands it. He says I'm too old to run wild with boys."
"If there is no avoiding it, I want to do something…"
At her fallen expression, he added, "I don't like seeing you hurt, especially if it was by something I have done or said. At the end of the day, you are still my friend." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "I cannot share a secret with you like your parents had; that was theirs and theirs alone. Yet, I can provide you with one unique to us. Something only we can understand. That is, if you agree to it."
Her eyes showed signs of unshed tears, but she held them back with a smile. "Just like you to say such a thing."
"I mean every word." To show his honesty he leaned forward, starting a kiss that he knew she had never felt from him before. In the month they had been together, he had been domineering, rough, seeking his release and hers. This was nothing like before. He pulled away for only a moment before he resumed, feeling her press herself against his body in reflex. He nudged her gently into her room and closed the door behind him. With equal softness, he turned her around and pushed her into the barrier, still keeping his motions tame.
Being gentle was far from his liking usually, and he never thought to indulge a female in such a way. He had only known how to be in control of every situation. However, given what his only friend had been through, what her inevitable emotions had brought her to, he thought this the single reasonable answer to her troubles. She had been accepting as a submissive to his advances before, and never attempted to take control. While he deeply liked that about her, he wanted this time to be different. Roles were not necessary. For the first time, he wanted a woman to be his equal, not to take orders from him.
He knew she wouldn't know how to take the lead; he hadn't given her a chance to do so in the past. He took her hands from around his neck and placed them at the top button of his shirt. She seemed to take the hint, and proceeded to pop each of the buttons slowly, as if testing the waters. He almost smiled at her hesitant ways, until she popped the last button and ran her hands over his bare flesh. She parted her lips for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss, leaving his head reeling. By now, they'd both be naked and thrusting against each other, seeking a carnal sort of release. Instead, she seemed content with tracing the contours of his chest, until curiosity appeared to win her over.
She broke their kiss only to trail her lips down his throat, sucking gently on his Adam's apple for a moment and continuing downward to his collarbone. Her hands pressed against the growing bulge in his slacks, causing a sharp hiss to leave his lips. With the restraint of a saint, he stopped her and brought her back into a bruising kiss. With her focus distracted, he slipped a hand up her loose shirt, instantly eliciting a soft moan and a harder kiss from her. Almost out of instinct, he rolled his hips into her center, making her gasp in response. He was not immune to the motion, and felt a sharp shock of pleasure run up his belly. He couldn't keep his patience in check and shifted her weight to his hips, pressing her to the wall to keep their balance. His restraint slowly slipping, he continued his movement, making her squeal in pleasure as the pressure became too much for her.
She held on to his shoulders for support, starting to match his thrusts. Soon, it wasn't enough. He wanted the clothes gone, all barriers wiped from existence. He wanted more of her than was physically possible. He wanted all of her, and he couldn't wait any longer. He took her from the wall and sat on the bed, keeping her firmly in his lap. When she regained balance in their new positions he hiked her shirt up over her head, watching in fascination as her hair fell over her shoulders, and her blue eyes portrayed absolute trust, something no other being had given him. He kissed her lips, and then her neck, and finally her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and biting gently, causing her to let out a sound similar to a purr. He grinned and did it again, reaching between them to play with her breasts. "Tell me what you want, Dyre."
"Mm, I want you. All of you."
He placed her down on the bed and hovered over her. "And you'll have me, just you wait." At her soft whine of protest, he laughed against the skin of her throat. "Patience. You'll enjoy this." He crept his fingers down her belly, lightly tracing patterns into her skin. He could feel her tense up, hear her breath hitch as he reached the juncture of her hips. His fingers dipped into her shorts came into contact with her slick juices. A shock of pleasure raced up his spine; his pants seemed too constricting by now. "You're wet. Not wet enough though."
She moaned and arched her back the instant he touched her bundle of nerves, and he couldn't wait much longer. He tugged the shorts easily down her legs and shifted his body in front of her to take them off and toss them haphazardly over his shoulder. Before she figure out what he was doing, he did something else he had never done before.
He bowed before another creature.
With a skill he didn't know he possessed, he flicked his tongue over her slit, tasting a sweetness he had only licked off his fingers before. Right from the source was even sweeter, a taste unique to her. He held her legs apart and chanced a glance at her, seeing her head tilt back and a high moan pass her lips. He returned his concentration on her, aware of her fingers lightly raking through his hair, tugging gently in the way he had grown to love.
Love?
"Dyre, I think I love you."
"You're only saying that because I kissed you and… you know."
"No, it isn't that. I feel more than a deep feeling of caring about you. Anything more than that has to be love."
"Loki, you can't love me. It… It will only make this harder. Please don't do that to us."
He remembered the emotions he had questioned and locked away when he thought he would never see her again. Her legs tensed under his grasp and he let go, using his fingers to hold her lower lips open wider, giving him better access to his prize. She cried out and her moans became desperate mewls, and her fingers fell to the sheets beside him, bunching the fabric up between them. With one last flick he sent her body into shakes and her mewls quieted to a single moan. At the last minute he pushed his fingers inside of her, using a fast thrusting pace to draw out her orgasm.
While she was distracted he used his magic to unbuckle his pants and pull them open, letting them fall enough to free his painfully hard self. Without giving her a chance to calm down he pushed himself inside her, almost laughing at how good and tight she felt right after he brought her over the edge. He lifted her hips and held her in place as he checked himself and slowed down, keeping his pace even and slow, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment. She pushed a few strands of loose hair out of his face and rested her hand against his cheeks. He didn't stop himself from starting their kiss up again, a warmth passing through his body. He found his hands roaming over her body, finding all the places that heightened her pleasure.
"Why can't I love you?"
"It will only make this harder, knowing I can't have you."
"But you can."
"You're a prince, Loki. I can't."
"You can if I say you can."
"It doesn't work like that. I love you as well, but it can never be."
Their pace couldn't stay steady for long. It almost felt like teasing, and he knew she felt the same. Her hips began to seek his own, and he met her with equal fervor, hearing her whisper his name into his skin. While her inner walls clamped down hard on him, her teeth took purchase in his flesh and she moaned into his chest. The pain released more endorphins and a shiver ran up his spine. He all but lost it as her nails bit into his back and pulled while she screamed and squeezed too tightly for him to handle. His release took over his body, forcing him to slow down and give a few hard thrusts into her, listening to their heavy breathing as they calmed down, chests heaving.
His head fell into her shoulder and he let out a soft chuckle as he realized the mess he had made between them. "Sorry, I know I promised I'd stop doing that."
She laughed too. "Just get me a towel. I'm fine."
Loki looked around for the towel she had most likely used after her shower and turned his magic on it so he didn't have to get up.
"Though I have to ask, why be a romantic all of a sudden?"
He handed her the towel once he was done, choosing his words carefully. "I thought you were angry with me for something I said. I didn't want to ruin what we had." He waited a moment, letting her have a chance to use the towel. "I didn't want to lose you again."
She let the towel fall off her bed and she leaned into him, pushing his loose hair back again. "You didn't lose me intentionally. You're royalty. I'm not. It could never have worked regardless of my father's intervention."
He nodded, leaning his forehead against hers. "I know that. I know when we go back, we will have to stop this. It will not be allowed to continue. My father does not care about small flings, so if he were to hear of what we had done the night this all began, it would not matter. If he knew it would continue upon our return… We should stop when we return."
"I—I know."
"I said 'we should', not we will."
She studied his expression, trying to find his intentions. "We couldn't. How would we even get away with such a thing?"
"You could live in the palace so you could be closer to everything. You could have your own quarters, away from your mother and you place of work. Alone. I could slip in to see you when we need to, and no one will be any wiser."
A grin broke out on her face, her eyes lighting up with the mention of rule breaking and mischief. "Naughty boy."
"Only with you." He allowed her to push him back on the bed, interested in where she was taking this. "Let me guess, you're to punish me for such dirty thoughts and desires?"
She smiled and bit at her lower lip. "To reward you, actually, for such a lovely idea. Though I suppose a punishment is also due."
"Ooh, is my little kitten being bold tonight?" He gave her a challenging grin, wanting to see just how far she would take the act. She had never been one to take over, and deep down, he wanted to see it. "Let's see it then. Dominate your master."
She gave an amused smirk. "As you wish."

A soft growl woke her from her restless dreams. Dyre narrowed her eyes to the darkness, remembering she had never let Markku back into her room after Loki had kicked him out.
"Something's wrong," he muttered, still laying down. The growl grew louder, followed by a gruff bark that clearly meant a warning. Loki sat up and summoned his clothes to his body. "The elf is here. We need to leave."
"I'm tired of running," she whispered, retrieving proper clothes from her closet without seeing what she was grabbing. "We need to fight back."
He looked over his shoulder to the door, hearing Markku let out the same bark of warning. "Don't be rash. Your power is nothing compared to mine yet."
"Then why bother teaching me what you have?" A louder growl from Markku made her go quiet. "I will not run."
He sighed through his nose, giving up the pointless argument. "Then stay out of sight." He vanished before her eyes, making her scowl at where he once stood.
The sound of a blunt object making contact with something solid and squishy rose to her ears, followed by a grunt of pain. The sound of shattering glass and Markku yelping made her disobey her order. She ran into the hall just in time to see Loki throw Malak back on the beach, thrusting his staff into the elf's chest. The distinct cracking sound of bones rang out, and Dyre was grateful it was three in the morning with no chance of her neighbors seeing the fight. One of the two fighters must have thrown the other through one of the bay windows facing the ocean, causing the shattered glass.
She looked around, frantically trying to find the dog. A soft whine brought her attention to a corner, where Markku lay in a heap. "Markku!" She rushed to his side, sliding her knees on the tile as she landed painfully. She ran a hand over the furry body, locating the source of pain in the dark. She stopped short at a puncture wound, blood seeping from the stab. She found her source of magic and converted it to healing energies, sealing up the dog's wounds.
The whines slowly subsided, giving way to silence. The way he was breathing showed he was resting, regaining his strength. Once satisfied with his status, she leapt to her feet, energy glowing in her palms. The elf had crossed the final line when he had stabbed her dog. Once within range, seeing the elf locked in battle with Loki, she flung the energy, narrowly missing her target as he realized what she was to do and ducked out of the way, backing out of the range of a swing from the staff.
However, the elf didn't see Loki's power fly off the staff until it was too late. Malak hit the sand hard, rattling his fractured ribs. By the light of the moon, Dyre could see a trickle of liquid reflect off Malak's lips. As the elf tried to get up, Loki pushed his staff into Malak's rib cage, making the elf scream out in pain.
"Loki, stop. Others may hear him."
"Let them come," he hissed between his teeth, murder in his eyes. "They can see the last moments of this pathetic man's life."
Malak cried out louder as more pressure was added.
"Brother, stop!"
Dyre turned to see Thor appear from a portal made by the Bifrost. Heimdall must have been watching them, and sent Thor the moment he noticed Malak make an appearance. She'd have to thank the gatekeeper upon her return, though not before making sure he hadn't seen anything else.
Loki gave a frustrated growl and backed away, shifting his grip on his staff. He threw one last nasty glance at the elf before turning on his brother. "Is this not the man who has been after Dyre for over a month? Is this not the same man who murdered her father? Wanted to steal her will away?"
"He must face Asgardian justice for his crimes, you know this."
He visibly stiffened, knowing his brother's words to hold truth. It didn't change how they all felt about the elf. "If that is the case, I will enjoy seeing him hung for his actions," he spat out before stalking away, preventing himself from causing any more damage to the elf.
Dyre looked hopeful. "Does this mean I can return to Asgard? I am safe?"
"We will be moving your mother and yourself to the palace to ensure you continue to be safe. Lady Eir has been thinking, and decided it would be best for everyone. You will be able to better treat your patients as well, with access to whatever supplies you will need whenever you need them."
Dyre was shocked for only a moment before she felt like bursting out laughing. She had to thank her mother thoroughly when they returned. Instead, she kept her composure. "So, it's over?"
Thor nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Indeed, my friend. We can all return home."
A sudden thought washed over her. "Oh, no. What about Markku?"
The prince of Asgard frowned in thought. "There is nothing that says canines cannot enter the gates of the Bifrost. He is yours to keep."
She pulled him into a grateful embrace, almost forgetting about the elf incapacitated in pain on the sand. "Thank you Thor. Thank you so much." She glanced around Thor's massive arms, seeing Loki stare at the moon hovering over the surf. "It's all over."
"You can finally come home."
Her gaze never wavered. "I wonder if everything will remain the same."
"It will be different, living in the palace, but you should have no trouble readjusting to your life there." He had no idea what she really meant, and she preferred it that way. No one could know what had happened in their weeks of seclusion.
She smiled, its meaning kept only for her. Their lives were bound by a secret that no one else would understand. "I'm sure I'll adjust perfectly fine."
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