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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 delays. Real world kept smacking me in the face. I will try to update more often but things are still shaky. Things will get finished though, I promise.

Chapter Fifteen: Sad Romance

    After it had been found out that he was a Jötunn, he found himself more alone than he had ever been. Even his so called brother had abandoned him, treating him like was a beast like everyone else. The only person who deigned to just touch him anymore was his adopted mother, Frigga. She was the only one that gave him a reason to hold onto his humanity, let alone sanity. Everyone else scattered, acting as if he would attack them without any provocation whatsoever. The cherry on top of the shit cake had been when his so-called friends had silently ejected him from their circle without so much as a word to him. Just remembering that day filled him with both sadness and intense rage.
    The worst thing about the whole incident was that everyone had seemed to forget the person he was before they had found out he was the son of their enemy. In an effort to try to ignore the crushing isolation he felt, the trickster had thrown himself into his potions and magic; almost never leaving his room. This seemed to suit everyone else just fine with the exception of Frigga and one midgardian servant girl. This silent female had been assigned to Loki years before the incident had happened and she continued to serve him, despite his extreme explosions of temper aimed at her. She knew he didn’t mean it, he was just hurting. Who could really blame him for lashing out when those he had called family and friend had abandoned him over the simple matter of his birth.
    As it was, her presence had only seemed to aggravate his anger so she had taken to only cleaning when he had left. She took it upon herself to organize his ingredients and potions using his preferred methodology. She even cleaned and changed the sheets personally, even going so far as to leave a lunch she had made for him despite the fact she almost always found her hard work dumped on the floor outside of his room. In fact, he went out of his way to undo all of her kindnesses; often wrecking his room beyond recognition before she came in for a daily cleaning. It felt like he was trying to push her away, an observation that was probably depressingly true. Sighing, Elise swept a lock of her strawberry blonde hair behind her right ear as she stared up at the closed door.
    It was a never-ending cycle but she refused to abandon him, not when she was likely the only soul who made any effort besides the Queen. What she would give to hear his laugh or have him flirt with her like before. Granted his tricks of lifting her skirts or appearing behind her in order to make her drop something were annoying but they at least showed he was at ease with himself. This odd quietness was both ominous and heartbreaking. Lord only knew just what was going through the withdrawn Prince’s mind. Shaking herself free of her depressing musings, the dress wearing human reached forward to knock on the closed chamber. She wasn’t too awfully surprised when she got no response. Closed her blue eyes, she shook her head slightly before opening the door and letting herself in. She was so sure she was alone, that she was taken by surprise when she was slammed against the door as soon as she closed it.
    A taller, slender body was pressed against her back, hot breath hitting the base of her neck as a large hand pressed her right cheek against the hard wood of the door. “Why, why do you keep coming back! I know you are mute but are you truly dumb along with that?! Can you not see that you are not welcome here,” snarled the man she had been friends with mere months before. Swallowing thickly, Elise merely closed her eyes and shook her head.
    “Then why?! Why do you insist on coming where you are not wanted Midgardian!” came a vicious snarl in reply, making her heart clench in her chest. In all her years serving him, he had never treated her like this before. She found herself feeling both scared and incredibly sad.
    “Look who I’m talking to. You’ve never spoken before, what makes me think you will now,” rasped the dark voice of the God who used to laugh and joke with her like an equal.
    Then he was shoving away from her hard, causing her dress covered body to collide with the door with a loud thud. She had hit so hard that the breath had been knocked out of her and she slid to her stocking covered knees as she wheezed. “Get out and don’t come back, ever,” Loki hissed, his back turned to her as she tried to catch her breath. It was then the maid made a decision, slowly getting to her shaking legs as tears filled her cerulean eyes. Smoothing the green and black skirt she wore, Elise gathered her nerve before doing something she hadn’t ever since she had been captured by Thor and brought here as a servant.
    “I won’t leave you sire,” she whispered, her sweet voice rusty from lack of use and making her wince at the roughness. The tall Asgardian in front of her froze for a moment, turning his head slightly to look at her. Utter shock now took over his blue-green gaze as he ever so slowly turned to face her.
    “Did you... speak?” he breathed, his surprise taking away the coldness that had tinged his baritone before.
    “Y-yes sire. I’m afraid what you ask of me is simply impossible. I will continue to do my duties while you are gone. If I had known you were here I would have never...,” the young woman continued, stopping when the much taller male began to walk towards her.
    The astonishment on his beautiful face was slowly replaced by dark rage and coldness rolled off him in thick waves as he closed the distance. Instinctually, the servant backed up until her back was against the door; her wide eyes looking up at Loki. As she watched; his skin gained a blue tinge, raised markings appearing slightly as his eyes faded into a frightening red color. The air pouring off him was freezing, only getting colder as his fury grew. “I know! Why do you think I didn’t answer when you knocked?! Not only do I find out you are thick headed but that you have been pretending to be mute this entire time,” gritted out the fuming God as his hands curled into tight, shaking fists.
    “What would you have done in my place? I had been taken from my family by your brother centuries ago and turned into an immortal due to my usefulness as a loyal servant. I was afraid to speak for most of my time here simply because of how the Asgardians used to view us. Even after attitudes had changed for a couple decades, I stayed quiet out of habit,” came the soft reply, the sadness in her tone briefly shocking him out of his mask of rage.
    Looking down at the woman who had been a dear friend for a very long time, he saw deep sorrow for him reflected in her familiar eyes and felt guilt finally break through the wall he had constructed around himself to protect himself from more hurt. Next thing he knew, he was on his knees with his long arms wrapped tightly around her thin waist. His face was now burrowed in her green clad belly as he found himself sobbing out the long months of neglect and betrayal. To make it all the more humiliating, the maid wrapped her own arms around him; petting his raven hair as she murmured soft nothings into his ear. Yet, despite the indignity of the situation, Loki couldn’t bear to pull himself out of this comforting embrace.
    An endless time seemed to pass for the pair, the once angry trickster clinging onto her like a security blanket. If she so much as twitched, his grip would tighten for several long moments as every muscle in his body went tense. It took several minutes of soothing to get him back into a relaxed state before the entire cycle would start fresh. “I’m not going to leave sire,” she whispered over and over, secretly relishing the silky feeling of his hair running through her callused hands.
    “Loki,” he rumbled, the sudden vocalization momentarily stunning the reddish gold haired female holding him.
    “E-excuse me sire?” she whispered, her heart suddenly leaping into her throat as his scent began to almost press in on her. It wasn’t until that moment that she realized just how close they were.
    “Call me Loki,” breathed the powerful being, the energy around him changing from pain to something else entirely. Something that made her body feel heavy and electric with an odd anticipation. Then she registered what he had said and a strange heat washed over her as her eyes widened.
    “Oh no! I couldn’t! It wouldn’t be proper!” Elise protested, wanting to back away but finding herself frozen in place by the almost hungry look he was giving her. She had been around long enough to know what that look meant on the Prince.
    Suddenly she found her lips captured in a sweet but possessing kiss, all her protests dying on her lips as want flooded her body. “I don’t care for propriety at the moment. Besides, I doubt they consider me much of a Prince anymore,” growled the being holding her as he nuzzled into her neck to lap at her pulse.
    “S-sire..,” she began only to be stopped by a moan bubbling past her lips when he gave he skin a none too gentle nip.
    “Please Elise, say my true name. I haven’t heard it said in a gentle manner from anyone but my... mother for a long time,” he pleaded, the quiet vulnerability of his voice taking her breath from her in a rush.
    “L-loki,” she breathed, rewarded with a burning kiss that threatened to singe her very soul. Her hands flew up of their own accord to land on his leather covered back as her mouth seemed to respond of its own accord, her heart thudding against her ribs as fear and desire fought for top spot within her.
    All her interactions with the deity had been laced with some undertones of sensuality but nothing held a candle to this. She could practically feel his lust for her burning her skin as his tongue demanded entry into her mouth. All she could do was comply, her body full of foreign but wholly pleasant sensations. It felt like sparks of electricity were racing through her heated blood, gathering in her womb to create a ball of pressure that felt all too good. Releasing an instinctual gasp, Elise suddenly found Loki invading her mouth. To add to the confusion, she seemed to respond almost subconsciously; her own tongue twining with his as he practically claimed her.
    An endless amount of time seemed to pass as his kiss turned from urgent to tenderly exploratory, seeming to try to coax her to respond a little more to him beyond the tentative tongue caresses she was giving him. Making a surprised sound, the smaller female began to shyly explore his mouth in return. He tasted sweet and strangely powerful, as if she could taste the magic he so easily wielded. It was something she could easily get addicted to and she felt her heart cramp with longing. Then she was breaking the kiss, a sob bubbling past her lips as she gave him an absolutely gutted look. “N-no... I... we... We shouldn’t my lord,” she breathed, doing her best to maintain control over her reaction to this simple kiss.
    If she was honest, Loki’s flirtations had been more than welcome but had been wholly accepted as just a part of the Prince’s quirks. She had long ago come to the conclusion that the dark male could have no interest in her, a lowly Midgardian maid. Unfortunately, that realization hadn’t stopped just how hard she had fallen for him in her years of service. Elise found herself inexplicably drawn to him despite the huge gap in their stations, driving herself to make him feel like he could confide in her. Not only that but she had started going out of her way just to ensure she could spend even just a few moments in his presence. She had wished for something like this to happen for so long that when it did, it only made it that much more painful that she couldn’t ever be with him.
    So, taking a deep breath to compose herself, the young woman gave her lord an agony filled grin. “Do not let your desperation for company drive you into the arms of one you wouldn’t normally go to,” she breathed, utterly shocked when the royal male took her lips even more aggressively.
    “Is that what you think? That I am only doing this because I no longer have every female falling at my feet? Did you so easily forget all the time I would use my magic to lift your skirts? What about those times I snuck up behind you just to smell that unguarded rush of lust you have for me when you notice me near you? Or all the conversations we used to have late into the night? Often so late you would end up asleep in my lap. Do you think I do that with all of my servants?” he growled, something in his gravelly baritone making the coil forming inside her lower body pulse with desire as he interspersed his words with kisses.
    “No, only you my little human. Do you know why?” Loki continued, not giving her a chance to answer as he broke the lip lock to kiss his way to the junction of her neck.
    Small pants left Elise against her will as her timid hands came up to rest on broad shoulders. The Norse deity holding her released a pleased rumble against her marble skin before laving his tongue slowly over her racing pulse. “You have always treated me well with no other motivation than to see me happy. You never asked me for anything when I would have gladly given you anything you desired just for the lunches you made me. On top of that, I could smell your growing feelings for me,” he sighed, giving her a nip as his hands settled on her hips; holding her lower body flush against his.
    “I have often thought about claiming you long before my true heritage came to light. I was waiting for the right moment to ask for your hand, my father be damned. To hear you talk like he would about yourself... I cannot bear it. Not after what you have put yourself through for my sake,” came a deep, husky snarl as she suddenly found herself without the top of her dress.
    Elise found herself caught between desire and mortification, his heated words ringing in her ears as her heart pounded. Had he really meant what he said? Did he feel as strongly for her as she did him? More importantly, was he looking at her medium sized breasts with hunger or disappointment. Fighting her urge to hide herself from the Prince’s gaze, the copper haired female watched the trickster appraise her rose tipped, milky orbs. Then one of his hands released her back to tentatively touch one of her exposed breasts with shaky fingertips. “Please, tell me you want this as badly as I do,” sighed Loki as he pulled back to look into her eyes.
    She should have shoved him away. She should have refused because of her station. She should have argued that he could have anyone he wanted, that he didn’t have to settle for her. Instead of any of this, the human allowed herself to want. It was against everything that had been hammered into her head since her capture but she found she simply didn’t care. She wanted what no one else seemed to and she couldn’t turn him away. “I want you, Loki,” the young mortal whispered before daring to stand on her tiptoes and take his lips with her own. An action that earned her a deep rumble of approval as his tongue swept along hers.
    Suddenly she found herself on her back on his bed, the taller male looming over her as her head spun from the unexpected location change. “I keep forgetting about that magic of yours,” the maid found herself sighing as the rest of her clothing simply disappeared. Loki only chuckled, a lascivious gleam in his now green eyes.
    “How silly of you,” rumbled his husky baritone as his own clothes disappeared from his lanky body. Then his mouth was closing around a sensitive nipple, causing Elise’s back to bow as she bit her lower lip to keep in her cry of pleasure.
    “Don’t do that. Don’t hide your sounds of lust, need, hunger. They are mine and I demand you give them to me,” growled the God above her as his right hand came up to play with the corresponding breast. This drew a soft moan from her lips, only driving the fire in the male that was over her.
    “Sounds like music. One of the sweetest sounds I’ve heard in my long life,” Loki rumbled before he started kissing his way down her quivering body. He only stopped when he reached the small dusting of reddish gold curls that crowned her most secret of places.
    Burning eyes met hers as he simply stopped all movement, endless patience mixed with maddened urgency shining in his nearly glowing orbs. She could have stopped all of this craziness right there. She could have said no and gone on with the rest of her life but she would always wonder what could have been. So, not knowing she was changing both of their fates irrevocably, the blushing Midgardian gave the Asgardian between her thighs a nod. “Say it Elise, let me hear the truth from your lips,” demanded the dark trickster, his eyes not moving from hers as he waited for her answer.
    “Yes Loki, I want you to do this. I’ve never wanted anything more than I do at this moment,” she encouraged breathlessly, his clever mouth descending onto her as soon as the words left her.
    His skilled tongue curled and teased a small button she never knew existed, drawing low moans from her as her hands curled in his ebony hair. Each swipe of the dextrous muscle felt like lightning racing through her bloodstream, the sparks gathering in her womb to form a tightening coil of need. “G-Gods Loki,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as her hips arched up instinctually to meet his mouth. The deity between her legs only unleashed a low growl against her, both hands pressing on her lower body to pin her against the mattress. Then he was suckling on that small nodule in earnest, causing her vision to fill with white as unconscious keens bubbled past her lips.
    Something long and slightly bony entered her aching slit as she began to feel something powerful build up within her. Tensing at first due to the strange sensation, Elise relaxed when she realized it was one of her Prince’s fingers. Then his tongue was swiping along that small spot that brought so much pleasure and her world shattered as she felt something break deep within her. Vaguely aware of the fact that she was calling Loki’s name over and over, the maid did all she could to catch her breath as her lover brought her down from her high. She had barely enough time to come back to herself before she found the much taller God crawling his way up her body as he placed himself at her entrance. “We can still stop,” came a guttural growl, the sound of his voice calling to something primal deep inside of her.
    “No, we can’t,” came a demand that was definitely her voice but still shocked her. Loki also seemed stunned, giving her a surprised look before he was giving her a smirk.
    “As you wish. Just know that once I enter you, you are mine. No other will be allowed to touch you on pain of death,” he warned, watching her reaction closely.
    “I don’t want any other to touch me. I have been yours for a long time now,” she confessed, gasping as he hilted himself inside her.
    She only had a few seconds to wonder at the lack of pain before Loki was moving inside her, his intense eyes watching her closely. “I took your virginity during your first orgasm. I do not want you to feel even a moment of pain during our first coupling,” confessed the lightly muscled God as he brushed against something inside her that made her see stars.
    “L-loki!” she gasped as her womb clenched into a hot ball of want. The lithe male grunted in response before he began taking her hard and fast, his defined hips snapping into hers mercilessly.
    “Elise...,” he gritted out, his voice holding a pained desperation as he reached between them to play with that wondrous little bundle of nerves. This was enough to send her tipping into an oblivion of pleasure. The last thing she was aware of before she passed out was his name slipping past her lips.
    From that point on, the pair became inseparable; Loki not taking the care to hide his relationship with a mere servant from anyone. For once, he was glad to be seen as unfit to be a Prince. It left him with more freedom than he had ever experienced. Odin simply seemed to not care if the the ‘abomination’ fraternized with the help and the trickster found this suited him just fine. He was able to more freely show his affection for the immortal human, often having his arm around her waist when they were together. He even placed kisses on her cheeks and lips, finding great joy in being considered pretty much invisible. In fact, it made him much more bold with his sexual conquests; much to the consternation of his shy lover.
    She often found herself pinned against a wall of a very public walkway, her Prince murmuring the filthy things he wants to do to her while people walk by. Thus far she had been able to keep their escapades confined to the room but she had no idea how long that would last. As it was, she already had a pretty good suspicion she already carried his child; a conversation she was not looking forward to. It had taken long weeks of talking to him to convince him he wasn’t a monster because he was truly a Jötunn. She could only speculate what his reaction would be to a child. Still, she knew she couldn’t keep it from him for much longer. It had been a miracle she had been able to keep it a secret this long, having to change her scent with the help of a confused Frigga.
    That conversation had been awkward in and of itself, Elise finding herself in the awkward position of explaining Loki’s feelings. To be honest, she hadn’t been too comfortable getting deep into it but the Goddess had understood entirely; finding her need to maintain trust with Loki admirable. “I’ll help you but you can’t hide forever. The longer you keep it hidden, the more you risk hurt feelings despite your intentions,” Frigga had warned wisely before offering her a potion that would mask the pregnancy hormones.
    “Just be grateful that he has been too intoxicated by your affection to notice the change in your scent already,” the matriarch had continued, making doubt cloud her relief. Had he noticed and he just hadn’t said anything in the hopes she would come forward first? If that was the case, it was in her best interest not to let the God down. If another person he trusted betrayed him in the smallest way, there would be Hel to pay.
    Sighing, she looked up to see the object of her concerns coming into the library with his usual wantonous smirk on his handsome face. It was then she felt her fear of telling him shaken by the guilt that she was practically deceiving him. She could no longer justify keeping it from him, not matter what he reaction would end up being. “Loki... I have done something terrible. I have hidden something from you that I have no right to. I am... pregnant with your child and having been using a potion to mask the scent,” she confessed in a rush, closing her eyes as she ripped away her guilt like a bandaid. All she could hope was that he didn’t simply banish her from the palace or refuse to see her again.
    “Y-you’re... why would you...,” came a broken sounding whisper, the hurt in his voice making her eyes fly open. The devastation she saw on his oval features only served to enflame her already stinging guilt.
    “I... was afraid you would not react well to the news,” she whispered, wishing she could close the small distance between them to bundle him into her arms. The only reason why she restrained herself is she had no idea if her Lord wanted her anywhere near him after what she had done.
    To her shock, her cold, arrogant Prince wrapped her into a tight hug as he peppered her face with kisses. “You were afraid to... oh my precious darling... Here I was thinking you couldn’t possibly want the child of a monster,” he confessed in a shaky voice as he lifted her into the air. Then he was spinning her, both of them laughing in glee as contentment filled their hearts. When he finally lowered her to hug her to him again, Elise nuzzled into his chest with a happy sigh.
    “Never call yourself a monster. I have never and will never see you as one and it hurts me to hear you refer to yourself like that,” she whispered quietly, half hoping he didn’t hear.
    “I... will try but it is very hard not to see myself as everyone else does,” Loki uttered in an utterly broken tone, his vibrant eyes slipping closed as pain filled his expression.
    “Then see yourself how I do,” the strawberry blonde requested, reaching up to cup his face. The smile he gave in response filled her heart with love for this damaged man and she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
    A mere two months later and Loki found himself outside his ‘father’s’ chambers, feeling very confused about why he had been summoned. He was just about to raise his fist to knock when the patriarch’s booming voice demanded he enter. “Eloquent as always...,” the trickster spat irritably, rolling his blue-green eyes before he opened the heavy, wooden door. His heart plummeted into his stomach when he saw the man that had stolen him holding Elise at his side, a large hand around her neck. Her wide, blue eyes were filled with fear as the ancient God glowered down at him.
    “Close the door,” the one eyed giant demanded, watching as his adopted son obeyed like a puppet that was controlled by a drunk puppeteer.
    Normally cool and collected, the lanky deity found his mouth dry as dread filled the pit of his stomach. His hands itched to use his magic to save his lover and child but there was little he could do. Odin was more powerful than he could ever hope to be, not only that but his guards would be on him as soon as he left the room. His hands were well and truly tied. “What is the meaning of this? I could withstand a dalliance with something like her but to actually allow the conception of a child?! What makes you think I would suffer such an abomination to live?!” snarled the older, larger man, easily towering over the one he had once called son.
    “How dare you call our child an abomination!” Loki snarled, rage quickly replacing any fear he felt as his power began to flow around him. Before he could so much as make a move, Odin was snapping Elise’s neck; allowing her to drop to the floor like so much garbage.
    Loki was dimly aware of a howling noise coming up from his chest as his heart broke into pieces. His vision blurred as he reached out for her body, guards stopping him just inches from touching her cooling flesh. The last of her life slowly left her eyes as he was dragged away and shoved into a cell, left to rot as he went mad from heartbreak. So, when a voice came to him in the darkness and whispered of revenge, he found himself listening. Listening and liking what he was hearing more and more.
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