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A Kingdom for Loki	By : marksandspence Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is based in the Marvel Universe as depicted on film in the Avengers, Thor and Thor: The Dark World. I do not own or profit from the use of these characters.

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Chapter 2
“You bring news from Olympus?” Thor asks with some trepidation.
Bodil, a chambermaid, had been sent with Loki to the Olympus moon Rukbat after the marriage. She was responsible for the health of the twins, periodically bringing them bits of the golden apples of Idunn and various other Asgardian supplies requested by Loki. During her visits, she reports to Thor of the happenings in the castle.
“You told me to come to you with any changes,” Bodil begins.
“The children?” Thor breaks in, unable to hide his concern.
“They are fine, growing as they should. Perhaps it is not even worth saying,” Bodil shakes her head, looking uncomfortable.
“Continue, woman. You obviously have something to share,” Thor insists.
“The Kind and Queen grow closer, my Lord,” she says delicately.
“Yes, you had told me last time that they were amiable toward one another. I am glad this continues,” he nods to himself.
“Well, to clarify, I would say that they have grown particularly friendly in the bedchamber, but in truth, they rarely confine their affectionate activities to beds,” she confesses, with a blush.
He frowns and looks confused.
She continues, “In fact, it would almost appear that they are intentionally expressing their physical love in such a way as to bewilder the servants.”
He pauses a moment before responding, unsure what to say.
“Forgive my surprise. Loki never seemed to have time for…er… affection growing up. I thought perhaps his interests lay elsewhere. I suppose it is as it should be for husband and wife. Do you feel there is any cause for concern?”
“No, my lord. They are certainly discrete around the children. Never once have I seen them in the nursery. In the kitchen, the banquet room, the war room, the gardens….but never the nursery.” After a brief pause, she decides to say, “certainly not when the children were present.”
Holding up his hand, he says, “Enough. Your message is quite clear. Anything else?”
“They did receive a rather large delivery just before I left. I was unable to see its contents, but it was brought in by a team of chariots. I was told it was a wedding gift from Aphrodite.”
“If you feel it is relevant, report back of its contents next time.”
“Yes my Lord.”
Despite his words, Thor finds himself somewhat troubled by this news. He hopes that some real affection may be developing between the two of them – this would go a long way toward assuaging his guilt. And yet, with all the betrayals he has suffered at the hands of his brother, he is skeptical. He can hear his father’s voice now, telling him he is too gullible – too willing to see good that does not exist, too hopeful for change. He worries, too, of what dark magic has kept Odin asleep for so long. Could he be dying, as Zeus died? It seems an impossible burden, so he puts that thought out of his mind. Surely he is just mourning Frigga, as it should be.
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“Come, Loki, I have something to show you,” Adeline says with excitement.
She grabs his hand and starts pulling him away from the library, where he had been pouring over some indigenous sorcery text. In truth, he had been anxiously awaiting her return from a training session that had kept her too busy to indulge his desires over the past few days. He had missed having her full attention and was now feigning indifference to enjoy the spectacle of her enthusiasm. But why was she still in her armor, he wondered.
“Come,” she insists.
He pulls back, enjoying the game. She relents and moves forward to kiss him. But then immediately resumes her endeavors to lead him away.
“Fine,” he says eventually and submits to her lead. “Where are we going?”
“To the hall. I’ve got something you need to see.”
It takes a few minutes to get to the large doors that separate the castle main from the Great Hall. Once through, he sees a few soldiers in full armor – these are a selection from the regimen that Del has been training. At the far end stand the two Asgardian soldiers. They all kneel as Del and Loki inter the room. Del bids them to stand.
“The training comes along well. They are learning. We will have a display for you within a fortnight. But first….” Del declares with wide eyes and an excited grin. She walks up to one of the Asgardian soldiers.
“Give me your sword,” she commands.
He hesitates. She shrugs, only mildly irritated and marches over to her group of Rukbat trainees and is immediately offered her choice of sword. She chooses one and then strides quickly back to the Asgardian and lifts her sword in challenge. He does not waver. She moves to strike and he lifts his shield defensively. The first contact is mild as she lets her sword smack the shield with a perfunctory strike. She steps back, turns her body in a near circle (with a conspiratorial grin on her face) and strikes the shield again with momentum this time; the collision of metals echoes through the room. Quickly, she repeats the same move, only this time when sword meets shield, the shield shatters into pieces and falls to the soldier’s feet.
Del takes a few steps backward, allowing all to see what just happened, dropping her sword in the process.
“Give me your sword,” she insists again and again the Asgardian hesitates. This time, Loki intervenes. The sheathed sword begins to move in the belt of the soldier. He looks down at it in horror while a large snake appears to have taken its place and slithers from the sheath to the ground below. It slithers to Del’s feet and then immediately reverts to its metallic form. Hiding her amazement, she glances at Loki and gives him a nod before reaching down to grab the handle. Once in her hand, she rushes quickly toward the Rukbat soliders in full attack. They raise their shields in defense as she leaps towards them. She gets in two full strikes before the blade of the sword splinters in two. She throws the remnants to the feet of its Asgardian owner.
She turns to Loki with a satisfied grin. Before he speaks to question this display, she glances toward the soldiers.
“Leave us,” Loki orders. “All,” he says looking at the trainees.
They look to Adeline, who nods. Once the room is cleared, Loki asks,
“What is this?”
He is taken aback by her exuberance as she rushes over to pick up a shield and bring it to him.
“A gift from Haphaestus. He has forged them all himself using the most powerful metal, as you saw. Apparently it has been millennia since he last crafted any such weapons. And we’ve got enough for fifty soldiers. Aphrodite promises at least another hundred, maybe more.”
“And why would he do this now?” Loki asks, always skeptical.
Del remembers her visit from Aphrodite a few weeks before. “Well done,” Aphrodite had said, appearing out of nowhere after word of their intimacy had leached out of the castle. “No one thought it possible. Except me, of course. The eternal optimist. But even I had nearly lost hope.” She paused a moment before adding in a more serious tone, “Do you wish to tame him?”
She answered, “On the contrary, I wish to stoke him.”
“Very well. I won the bet, so Haphaestus will do as I tell him. Good luck. Loki is a bit prickly, but we need some of that around here. Everyone is so boringly complacent. Shake it up!” And then she disappeared.
“Never underestimate the power of a good lay,” Del responds.
“Still not following,” Loki answers.
Del’s eyes betray her happiness; her speech is quick with excitement. “Remember back when I said that people might think we were not properly married because we hadn’t actually done the deed? Well, I honestly just said that because I was feeling rather desperate and lonely, but it turns out it was a real thing. And there were running bets that it would never happen, but it did. So Aphrodite won the bet. And I'm guessing Haphaestus also got laid because of it, so it all inspired him to fire up the forge.”
“How much more has he promised?” Loki says, intrigued.
“More than enough for a proper Guard. Enough for a small army,” Del enthuses.
“Do you honestly think they can fight?” He asks, dubious of the potential of these local misfits.
“Yes. In time,” Del says with conviction. “You would be amazed how powerful the desire to rise above is to those who have been discounted.”
“What is your ambition with this?” Loki asks, surprised by his Queen’s initiative.
“We have a phrase on Earth – ‘sometimes the best defense is a good offense’. I want to feel safe. We are vulnerable here, despite their efforts to hide us,” Del explains.
“It is as you say. They leave us here to be hidden, but not from our enemies; only from them. I had not thought it possible to build an army from these dregs. Show me otherwise and I will do my part,” Loki says with just enough conviction.
Del watches Loki closely as he casually strolls around the room, now empty save the armor. His expression remains frustratingly neutral as he lifts up one of the shields and lets his fingers glide over the coat of arms on the front. He had paid little attention when the design was presented. This was all temporary, so what did it matter? He never thought of an army so emblazoned. This is a surprise and he has never liked surprises, even good ones. And yet, this could be something. Could she be something? Loki glances toward Del after setting the shield down, aware of her rapt attention.
She stands toward the sidewall, unsure of what to do next. He turns to walk towards her and with a flick of his hand, she hears the large doors on either end of the room seal shut. There is a certain menace to him that makes her bristle with doubt.
“Are you not pleased?” She says, grasping.
Loki finds himself enjoying her abrupt insecurity and chooses not to answer. When he is just a few feet from her, he reaches down and picks up a sword, which he then drags behind him as he closes the distance between them. Avoiding her gaze, he mumbles some foreign words and flicks his hand again. She gasps as the armor and lining disintegrates off of her body, first turning into black moths and then flying away in all directions, leaving her only in her undergarments. Loki steps even closer.
“Do you fear me, Adeline?” He asks.
Del reflexively juts out her chin slightly and responds in a soft but firm tone, “I fear no one.”
Such willful pride, he thinks to himself. She even failed to address me properly. He waits for the anger to surge as it always has, but this time it remains quietly underneath.
Her heart pounds in her chest, but she dares not let her breath catch.
Feeling slightly dizzy, she continues “But I am not fool enough to think I should not.”
“Why?” He demands, his face close enough that she can feel his cool breath on her cheek.
“Because you have power that I do not understand,” she answers.
Next she hears a clanking sound as he leans back slightly to show that the sword he was holding has morphed into a set of shackles and chain. He leans back toward her and whispers, “lay down.”
As she does so, she notices that her arms are now in the shackles, the chain behind her back. Her eyes go wide as she watches Loki’s face, acknowledging her vulnerability.
He did not plan this – it is not clear even to him what his motivations are. He is merely reacting. He possesses no desire to hurt or humiliate her, quite the contrary. But this is what he does. After the delicious moment of surprised tension has passed, he kneels down to her level. He is struck with a desire to make her scream so loud the guards will think she’s being tortured. He smiles at the thought of them trying to break through the enchanted doors.
Del exhales as she can see his expression change from something too close to malice for her taste to his more usual mischievous. Without a word, he reaches up and yanks down her pants, exposing her lower half. Spreading her legs with his hands, he leans forward to press his face against her lips, slipping his tongue between the folds. Of course she already tastes sweet and slippery – the thrill of the demonstration, the pride, the anticipation of approval, all arousing to her. Using her whimpers and moans as a guide, he licks and sucks and presses his tongue on her swelling flesh until she starts to pant and writhe under him. It is too quick and her screams are not nearly loud enough when the convulsions come. He waits just a moment, then thrusts his fingers inside her and begins an internal exploration of the wet softness within. When his fingers glide over a bit of swollen flesh, he feels her body temperature rise. She lets her legs fall even wider, inviting him deeper. He thrusts three fingers in, teasing the sensitive area that makes her go limp. He can feel the sweat start to form on her body as her moans get more desperate, her breath less regular. He adds his tongue, stroking the tender skin between her clit and hole where his fingers are diving in and out of her body. As her whimpers escalate to screams, he gets a welcome chill down his spine. By the time she comes again, with an intensity he had yet to witness in their other encounters, the screams echoing through the great room, her body clenching desperately onto his fingers as if to stop their motion, he nearly comes as well. Instead, he shoves his hand further inside her, gripping her cunt as he lifts his head to watch her face overwhelmed with pleasure. The sight of her subjugation, her complete surrender to the ecstasy of the flesh, awakens his own desperation. He quickly releases his cock from his clothes and pulling his hand out of her hole, he replaces it instantly with his hard length. He plunges in and out of her limp body, her wetness encouraging him to hold back nothing as he madly slams into her until he reaches his own climax and comes with force into her. She is still whimpering when he pulls out, straightens his clothes and strides out of the room, releasing the doors. By the time the guards rush into the room, alarmed by the sounds they had heard, Del looks down to find her clothes and armor in place, the shackles gone and the chain nowhere to be seen. She stands up quickly to assure them all is well.
How much of it had been an illusion? Is it all illusion?
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