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            The both of you are announced, entering the chambers of the Elders.
            A high vaulted ceiling depicting Yggdrasil's many branches to the rest of the Nine Realms shown brightly in the well lit hall.
            All of the Temple's initiates, both inducted and apprentices, named and nameless were in attendance. They lined the walls, sitting upon the floor, their hushed voices one of the many conversations amongst the meal being served to them.
            In the very center, at long rectangular table, sat the five elders.
            They watched the two of you walk towards them, a special pair of seating allowed at their table. Their black robes making them look imposing.
            You squeeze Loki's arm.
             The Elder Superior, the oldest and wisest of the order, spoke from her seat, "welcome, mother and rider. We offer a seat for you both."
            You bow as you both seat yourselves at the low table.
            The servants descend quickly, placing plates of food in front of all.
            "I thank you again for allowing us this time for courtship," Loki said, tucking into his plate delicately.
            "We wonder about your intentions still, Prince of Asgard," another elder spoke from her place. "Perhaps this courtship may have unintended consequences."
            He looked her in the eye, "I assure you that I will not be swayed from my path. Asgard will also back my intentions."
            A heavy silence followed, the only sounds of cutlery upon plates.
            He looked up at the Elder Superior, "I'm afraid my knowledge for the ritual is nonexistent. I haven't been privy to it before; I'm unsure of what I am to do... besides the obvious."
            The Elder Superior looked up from her plate, "it isn't quite proper at this time, but I will enlighten you."
            You pause with your morsel of food halfway to your mouth. "Loki, I could have told you."
            "Yes and the Elders would have been none the wiser to my ignorance." His voice breathes through your mind. 'But I am using this as an exercise is building their trust.'
            "Our annual ritual is not unlike the Beltane ritual that pagans on Midgard observe. You will drink the wine. You will be fed by the mother. The mother will dance for you. You will be taken to the sacred altar upon which you will copulate." The Elder Superior enunciates each syllable.
            "Does this take place before the entire Temple?"
            "It used to. But a number of our initiates are have yet to receive their moon's blood. They are not ready to see such intimate acts."
            Another Elder speaks up. "The last joining before an audience was the coupling in which your fair mother was conceived."
            He looks at you. You shrug and look down at your plate.
            "She becomes embarrassed when we talk of her honor. Of her birth."
            "Why is that?" He asks no one in particular.
            "It is rare that a babe born of the ritual has your fair mother's black eyes. According to custom, the black eyes are honored with names at birth. They do not have to be wait until they are apprenticed and promised."
            "You do not name your children when they are born?" He looks rather confused.
            The Elder Superior smiles. "They are given a common name. Kind and their mother's name."
            "So we do not get to pick the child's name?" He frowns.
            "If it is a girl born with your eyes, Loki, no. If it is a girl born with black eyes, the mother will pick her name. If it is a boy, you may." The Elder Superior barely hides her smirk. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before you and Vaenn jumped into this courtship."
            "I am not a man to deny himself what he wants. I saw her. I wanted her. I will give her what she wants and she will give me what I want."
            "And damn everything else?"
            "If need be, yes!" You lay your hand on his arm.
            You breath through his mind. 'Dearest heart. Calm yourself. Mother Elder is trying to rile you.'
            "Mother. Forgive me. Loki and I will follow the dictates of Queen Hel, the Temple, and the Allfather and Queen Frigga. We know there will be difficulty straddling the realms but we will seek to make all parties happy. Until."
            "Until?"
            "Until you encroach on our happiness."
            "What is the happiness of a priestess and a Prince to two realms?"
            Yes, what is it? Loki fumes beside you. When the meal is done, you take your leave. He is escorted to his chambers and you to yours.
            'Vaenn. Vaenn!'
            You ignore his call, trying to sleep off the horrible meal shared amongst the others. You curse his query into the ritual. Didn't he realize that is what will happen? The temple allowed the courtship, and they will certainly continue with its doctrine.
            Still, he just wouldn't GIVE UP.
            'Vaenn, please. I must speak with you.'
            You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling. A storm was blowing in from the west, lighting arching along the canopy of clouds.
            You sigh heavily, 'why? So you can give up what you have promised? Surely there are plenty of others who will shake their rear towards you.'
            You hear him breathe heavily, 'please, my heart. This cannot wait to the morning.'

Curse him, you think before letting him into your dream. The dream this time is sparse, save for the couch you sat upon with him, bearing your past failed motherhood. He stands behind it, dressed as you last saw him. He lightly has his hands on the back of the couch.
            Loki looks relieved that you answered his call, but you hold your ground.
            "You called, my liege?" Your voice cuts like glass.
            He walks around the couch, his pace slow as he stands before you. He reaches his hand towards your cheek, but you step back.
            "Vaenn," he says.
            "Why would you even ask such a question? Surely you didn't think that the temple would bend to your will like they do on Asgard?"
            "Trust. I need them to trust my intentions." He manages to clutch your biceps in his palms, "I refuse to let you slip from my grasp again."
            You twist in his grasp, your ire rising. He sees this is having the opposite effect he'd intended. His palms move up your arms then cup your face. Despite your frustration, you don't pull away. "My dearest love, things are never that easy." You reach up to mirror his image.
            "Things in my life never are, my heart." His thumbs stroke your cheeks. "But I have found you and I will do what it takes to keep you. I want you. I want you happy. I want our child. I will play by their rules until they force me to play by my own."
            You slip your fingers into his hair and pull him into a kiss. A slow deep burn that ignites. He pushes you down onto the couch.
            Thankfully this is a dream. His hands and mouth on your skin could make you forget your views, your vows, the agreement. He presses his hips into yours. The flimsy material of your night shift and the linen of his trousers separate you. Even in this dream, you can feel how hard he is. His insistent growls and kisses becoming fevered.
            "Loki. Stop. You're becoming incensed."
            "Oh Vaenn. I've thought about you for far too long. Even in dreams, it's not enough. I fear it may never be enough." He lays his head on your chest.
            "I crave for you. I YEARN for you. So many nights I have imagined you in my arms instead of the countless others I have lain with. I'm a broken fool to think they could fill the void."
            You take a deep breath, tears pooling in your eyes. You let out a tiny laugh, "and I have been crying more often than I have in my life."
            Loki raises his head, he smiled as he wiped away the tears with his thumbs. "I have promised you. My vows to you will continue, my heart."
            He takes your lips again, his hands roving over the shift, cupping your breast. He circles his fingers around your nipple, lightly squeezing the bud into rigidity. Your back arches, your own fingers diving under the back of his shirt, feeling strong muscles bunching under them. He pulls back, looking into your eyes, "Vaenn, may I? "
            You give him a little smile as he slowly lifts off the shift from your body. Cool air flows over your nakedness, it was pleasantly welcomed to your heating skin.
            He replaces his fingers with his mouth, suckling gently as he tweaks the other nipple. You arch further into his ministrations, a moan escaping your lips. "Such beauty," he breathes as he moves to the neglected teat, nipping before suckling.
            Your head rolls to the side, your breath hitching, your body responding as he pushed all your buttons.
            "My love." You whisper, dragging his tunic over and off of him. He doesn't stop his attention to your breasts as you do. In fact, he begins undoing his trousers.
            He finished quite quickly, removing his lips from your bosom. Your eyes take in the impressive length and girth of his manhood, a slight flutter of trepidation starting behind your ribs.
            "It has been so long," you say, nails digging into his shoulder, "I don't-"
            "You are safe, my love. I will not hurt you this night, but I can't guarantee that you won't enjoy this."
            He aligns himself with your entrance, the tip pushing slowly past your slick folds.
            You hiss, teeth clenching as he pushes in a little further. It has been a LONG time since you were impaled, and it has translated into your dream. He pulls back slowly before pushing in further, your legs wrapping along his thrusting hips.
            It took a while, but he finally is seated fully into the hilt of your sex. He halts letting you adjust to having him fully seated into you.
            "This is a dream, right?" You shakily asked, twitching your hips.

He refrained from doing this before, it was always pressing fingers or tongue, stolen kisses or roving hands.
            "Yes," he whispers, "I will not go against your temples wishes. If they were to inspect you, they would find nothing amiss."
            You watch as he pulls back, then thrust just as slowly into you. The rhythm constant, your moans growing louder with each thrust.
            It didn't take long for you to feel the stirrings of your orgasm start to peak, you raise your hips, your nails digging harder into Loki's shoulder. His own head falls back, the litiny of "Vaenn. Vaenn." a constant reply to your moaning of his name.
            When you climax, it breaks over you like a tidal wave. You scream in ecstasy, your dream body milking his length until he releases; the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you.

Your body shudders around him as he heavily lays atop your shaking body. You hold his own trembling body to yours as your dream blankets into darkness.
            Loki joins in the morning ritual. But the Elders have him sit in on the initiates lessons.
            You and the four other mother priestesses spend the day receiving the suffering, sowing it through the temple through your blood bonds.
            But sunset, you are worn out, taking your meal in your quarters. When you're finally able to see Loki, you're in the bath.
            Blood warm water fills a large porcelain tub. Steam curls the air. Your over tight muscles relax one by one.
            "My heart. I have missed you."
            "Loki. If the Elders find you here, they will not be happy." You don't open your eyes.
            "Your sister is with me as chaperone."
            You open your eyes to find the one person in the Temple you trust smiling upon you. Loki walks over to the tub and kneels. "I watched you work today. From afar."
            He reaches into the water to take your hand. "You are a beacon of love and compassion." The water runs in rivulets down your arm.
            "I merely do my duty."
            He shakes his head. "No, your are mother to all you ease." He kisses your hand.
            You hum, "it is the life of servitude I lead. To bear the burden of those who wish it."
            He carefully releases your hand back in the water, watching it sink into the hollow of your hip.
            "If only I could join you in this bath," he sighs, eyeing your sister just inside the doorway, "to which I'm sure your sister would disapprove to."
            You look at her, a deadly smirk framing her otherwise cherubic face. You couldn't see it, but you knew the hilt of her dagger was very near.
            "I'm afraid you must settle for watching me bathe." You run your hand along your stomach, setting your hand between your breasts.
            "A pity." His mouth turns up at the corner.
            'Doesn't mean that I can't, later on,' you hear in your head.
            "My dearest," you say, ignoring his promise, "perhaps you could tell us more about your life on Asgard. I hear you are quite the trickster in more than one way."
            Loki grinned, settling himself in a more comfortable position. "Well. Perhaps I can regal you in what possessed Thor into dressing as a handmaiden?"
            "Surely, you jest!" your sister pipes up from the doorway.
            "I most certainly do not," Loki turns to her, a grin on his face. "It is completely true, and none of my doing."
            You kneel in the bath, arms over the side of the tub as you look at him, "if none of yours, then who's?"
            "A giant named Thrym stole Mjollnir in order to marry Freyja. It was quite a fiasco," he says, eyeing your backside purposefully. "and I thank Heimdall for the idea, though I wish I did myself."
            "Heimdall? HE thought this up?" you knew of the all seeing Heimdall, but never expected THAT.
            "Aye. Clever to a fault," Loki smirks, diverting his gaze between you and your sister, "I borrowed Freyja's feather cloak, changing my body into a falcon and flew to Jotunheim. I learned from them of their intentions of giving back Mjollnir in exchange for Freyja's hand.

"She, of course, refused, to which Heimdall thought of the idea to disguise Thor as Freyja."
            You gave a small laugh, the sound echoing thorough the chamber.
            'I hope to hear that again, my love,' you hear.
            'Perhaps,' you think back.
            "Anyways," he returns to his story, "I couldn't resist joining him, so I came as a chaperone bridesmaide to deflect any sort of questions raised."
            "Wait," your sister cuts in, "YOU also dressed as a handmaiden?"
            "I used magic about myself. It was good practice."
            "So you couldn't do the same for your brother?" you ask innocently.
            The look he gave you was full of mischief, "where would the fun be in that?"
            Your sister giggled as he continued, "so Thor put on a headdress to hide his face, wore Freyja's necklace, Brisingamen, to complete the disguise.
            "We went to Jotunheim, where they prepaired a great feast in honour of the marrage between Thrym and 'Freyja'.
            "Of course, knowing my brother, when a feast is in your honour, you don't ever turn it down. He surprised the other giants with eating-" he ticked the items off his fingers, "-eight salmon, one whole ox and three large tankards of mead!"
            You stifle a laugh between your hands, "that must have been hard to explain."
            "Quite," he leaned against the tub, "I had to explain that 'Freyja was so excited, she hadn't eaten in eight nights'. They seemed to take that just fine, since no one questioned it further as he took another four flaggons."
            By then, your sister was in a fit of giggles, her calm composure gone as she slid unceremoniously to the floor.
            "It gets better," he says, "when the ceremony of their marriage was to begin, Thrym tried to kiss Thor under his veil. He was quite surprised when he saw his thundercloud eyes."
            "No beard?" you ask.
            "I did SOME magic on Thor, but just the bare minimum." He grins, "again, I had to explain that, in the same accordance to him not eating, 'she had not slept in those eight nights either, she was so eager!'
            "Well, by then, it was time to exchange their vows. Thrym's sister demanded a gold ring from 'Freyja' if she wished to marry her brother. I made sure that the only way that would happen was if they would place Mjollnir in 'Freyja's' lap.
            "Suffice to say, they came with it, we revealed our true forms and...well...it is history."

You touch his chin, since he sat so close to you in the tub, "I find it hard to believe that Thor did such a thing."
            He smirked, holding his hand palm up as a small rotating image of Thor in a bright pink dress and purple sash hovered just above it. You could see his expression and it DEFINITELY was not that of a blushing bride.
            Loki takes the opportunity to run his finger along the side of your breast. You bite your lip to stifle a sigh.
            "Would it be alright if I bathed you?"
            "I think that is entirely up to my sister."
   "Don't try anything. Nothing overtly sexual."
            "I will behave." His playful smile precedes the voice through your mind. 'As far as she can see.'
            You lay back in the tub. He soaps up his hands, forgoing the clothe. Those hands roam over every inch of you. His magic sending little tingles along the surface of your skin.
            He takes the pitcher and fills it, pouring it over your body then over your hair.
            He offers you his hand to help you from the tub. Your sister hands him your robes. He stands behind you and wraps the robe and his arms around you.
            "You feel so soft and warm." He sighs and nuzzles your neck. 'I can feel how tired you are. I will not visit your dreams.'
            You lean back against him, closing your eyes. 'If you willvjust hold me, you may.'

'I do not think I will be able to control myself.'
            "I bid you goodnight, my heart. Get some rest and I will see you tomorrow." He turns you in his arms. The kiss he placed upon your lips is warm and full of longing. His tongue parting your lips to dance with your own. His strong hands press up you and hold you to his body.

When he releases you, the look in his eyes is uncertain and slightly sad.
            You watch them leave. Your sister smiles at you before closing the doors. You crawl into bed and fall into a deep dreamless sleep.
            The next day, you decide to take him on a proper tour of the temple. Your sister acted as chaperone once again. Perhaps hoping for another tale from Asgard, since last night's story still had her giggling every now and then.
            You and Loki leisurely walked, hand in hand, sometimes stopping to explain a statue or tapestry, but mostly just enjoying each others company. You were entirely relaxed in his presence, neither having to adjust your pace.
            You lead him into the arboretum, the lush green a change from the constant grey stone surrounding the temple. He reaches a hand up into one of the blooming pink trees, plucking a slowly opening white moon flower from its stem, placing it behind your ear.
            The backs of his fingers trail down your neck. "In all my years, even with Angrboda and Sigyn, I have never felt more at ease than with you."
            He takes your hand in his then kisses it. You could look into his eyes forever. He leans in to kiss your lips but your sister steps in.
            "The Elders approach."
            Both of you turn to watch the 4 robbed women approach. "Lord Loki, an envoy from Asgard has arrived. They seek your presence."
            "Does an envoy warrant the summons of all the Elders in person?"
            "It is Thor."
            "That would do it." Loki's smile is beautiful. "Come Vaenn, I would love for him to meet you."
            You smile back, actually quite excited to meet the god of thunder himself.
            And, honestly, a little trepidation; his actions were well known in all the realms.
            "Do not worry, my heart," he says, noticing you worrying your lip, "Thor can seem like a brute, but he is honorable. He will welcome you with open arms."
            You both near the entrance, the doors swinging open.
            "Does he approve of your decision?"
            Loki clutches you close, "knowing my brother? Yes."
            One of the initiates runs giggling from the room that they took Thor to wait. You look sternly at Loki. "He does know this is a virgin temple, doesn't he?"
            Loki smirks. "Likely but my heart, that will not stop him."
            Loki pushes open the door the rest of the way.
            "Brother!"
            "Thor. What brings you here?"
            "Mother." He sits up from his recline. "Is this the girl?"
            "I am no girl, god of Thunder."
        "My apologies, good lady." You to your chin up. He has an aloof, devil may care attitude about him, not unlike your love. You look at Loki and smile.
            "This is Vaenn." Loki takes your hand and kisses it, looking into your eyes before turning his attention to Thor. "My heart, this is my brother." You nod.
            "Mother is furious. She has demanded that after your courtship the two of you must come to Asgard."
            "But why?"
            "You did not tell her of your plans to take a wife."
            You jerk. "Wife?" You look to Loki and frown. "I thought you were still married to Sigyn. I assumed that I to be a courtesan."
            "Another detail we need to discuss?"
            "Oh definitely." Your voice drops razors. "And Thor." You level an icy glare at him.
            "This is a virgin temple. You will not find use of your 'hammer' here."
            "Vaenn-" Loki reaches to take your arm.
            'I will not discuss this with you in front of him.'
            'He is my brother.'
            'No.'
            You nod to Thor before leaving them. "Oh. And if your brother wishes to stay, he may share your chambers."
            You stand outside the door, listening.
            "She's quite cantankerous."
            "I had lead her to believe the courtship, which was her want, was only for my bedding her in their annual ritual."
            "But you want more."
            "She's the priestess I told you about. When we were boys."
            "You finally found her eh? But, dear brother, do you think it wise to trick her into marriage?"
            "I was not tricking her. I was merely waiting until after the ritual to broach the subject."
            "Not a wise decision. She surely feels betrayed."
            "She will understand when I explain."
            You push off the doors then head to your chambers. A wife? Your husband? A baby? A family? The Temple would not approve or condone. Hel would be out for your blood. And what of Queen Frigga and the Allfather? Would they approve of this?
            You sat heavily upon your bed, taking in what you heard from Loki's lips. To him, your vows mean nothing. All those years easing others suffering, giving your life for servitude; only to be ripped out from under you. To play wife and mother.
            "No," you whisper in the night, "no."
            You bury your face in your hands, your anger building.
            You refuse all visitors. You even send word that you will not being attending the ritual or taking your meal.
            'My heart?' You do not answer. 'Vaenn.' Nothing. Silence. He tries to pull you into a dream but you shove him out.
            Outside your doors there's shouting before the guards are blown backwards into the room by a blast of green magic. They join the wreckage of the room.
            "Vaenn!"
            "Get out!" Loki moves into the room like a force of nature.
            "What is the matter with you?"
            "You lied to me. You used me! I'll not give up my calling to be your broadmare!"
            "That is not my intention!"
            "Wife! Mother!"
            "Yes! I wanted that!"
            You growl and hit him with a blast of sickly purplish red energy. He plants his feet and takes it with a grunt.
            "You have no right!"
            "What are you doing? Vaenn - Vaenn, I love you." He holds his hands up, finally risking a look around the destruction of your chambers.
            "Why?"
            Loki continues to hold his open hands out. "Because I saw a girl who loved herself, her sisters, strangers. You found me. Alone. After my brother and his friends had abandoned me. You were the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. You were smart and clever. And when you touched my temples, I felt such calm and peace. And I knew I loved you."
            You drop to your knees. "And what of marriage?"
            "My heart." He cups your face. "I will do whatever you want so long as you stay by my side. I lost you once for so very long. I will not again."
            Several more guards rush into the room. Followed by the Elders and Thor.
            "Vaenn, Lord Loki, what is the meaning of this?"
            Thor busts out laughing. "Lovers first quarrel."
            Loki gives Thor a glare before kneeling with you. His eyes searching yours as you try to compose your emotions.
            You turn to the Elders, "please, may I speak with my rider in private?"
            They don't seem happy to, but they at least remove themselves from your chambers.
            "I have devoted my life to the temple, it is all that I know. But, my love," you circle your fingers about his wrist, "I wish to devote myself to you as well; but not as a wife within Asgard's walls.
            "Perhaps I am being too selfish." You say, looking to the side.
            "No."
            You look at him, "I am the selfish one. I have done things that I regretted and still am trying to redeem myself.
            "I want you to be happy. Even if I have to burn all of the Nine Realms."

You smile tearfully, "no need to burn worlds for me."
            "But we do have much to discuss."
            "That we do, my heart."
            "And much to compromise from the sound of it."
            "One of the reasons I so willing let you keep the child is because my family has not been kind to my children. I believed that the baby might have a better life here with you."
            "The child of an Asgardian living a life of servitude in the Temple of the Burning Sea. I do no see that happening."
            He frowns at your doubt. "All things are possible in love, my heart." His voice breathes through your mind. 'And if neither Asgard or Hel will allow us to be together, there are 6 other realms.'
            'Seven.'
            'You would live on the frozen waste of Jotuenheim with me?'
            'I would.'
            You let your forehead fall to his and close your eyes. This wasn't what you had expected when you and he had negotiated at Hel's palace. Indeed, you'd been consumed with desire and the thrill of the Trickster's affection. Now, it seemed the Elder Superior was right in her assertion that you'd rushed into things.
            He gives you a few days of space, occasionally, you would feel your dreams being in his cool presence. You make sure to keep busy during the day, but night left you wondering about your decision.
            You return to your daily duties, feeling your sisters worry about the little things. Every day brought you closer and closer to the ritual, the chance to carry your chosen's child. You ache to hold that life against your breast.
            And you ache to have Loki within touching distance.
            After nearly two weeks, you feel you'd kept him at a distance long enough. The self imposed denial of each other had been your penance, your punishment.
            You find him in the library, reading some of the Temple's ancient texts. He looks so good, so smart. You lean up against the table next to him.
            He spares a glance up at you from under his brow. "Enjoying yourself?"
            "No, I would much prefer spending time with the woman I love." He reaches out and lays his hand on yours.
            "The ritual is a month away. We need to discuss what happens after."
            "Agreed. But not here. There are too many ears." You simply nod. He'd come to you in your dreams. Before you leave, you press your cheek to his, breathing in his cool scent of linen and musk, leather and metal. You run your fingers through his hair. Loki closes his eyes, enjoying the simple, ordinary touch.
            'I have missed this, my heart,' he thinks to you. 'These past two weeks was a chore I have not enjoyed.'
            You curl a finger in a lock, 'time. Time was needed to think. Please, come into my dream tonight.'
            'Aye,' he kisses your forehead, lightly and carefully.
            You walk away, his hand holding yours until the last second.
            The dream finds you lounging on a couch in a shift, your legs curled beneath you. You feel Loki's body heat at your back before his cool arms wrap around you. "You're such a curious thing, my love. At times, you feel so warm and at others, your touch is chilled."
            He rests his head against yours. "It has been that way for as long as I can remember."
            You decide not to dance around things. "After the ritual, I will go with you to Asgard. If the Temple will allow, I will marry you if your Queen and Allfather demand it. But I have seen what happens to your children and they will not dictate where the babe resides."
            "I told you, my heart. I want him or her to stay here you."
            "If my Queen is threatened by our union and our child, I will abandon this temple but I'll not give up my calling. Wherever we flee to, I must be allowed to use my gift to ease the suffering of others."
            "I do believe you have thought of everything." He turns your face to his. His eyes are full of love and need. His lips part a mere breath away from yours. His gaze flicks from your eyes to your luscious mouth. "I would forsake Valhalla. I would forsake Hel. I would deny the throne of Asgard if it meant to live in this moment with you. For all of eternity."
            "Eternity," you caress his cheek, "is a very long time." You brought your lips to his, wanting to feel him.
            His arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer, his grip strong.
            How gentle he is, that fierce sorcerer, a frost giant of all things, holding you in the most tender way.
            You feel him pull back, a small protest escaping you throat.
            He captures your gaze with his own, "I'd rather have eternity with you than all of the realms combined."
            You smile, taking him again.
            You sleep soundly in those strong arms.
            *
            "What if the child is a boy with black eyes?"
            You lift your head from his chest. It was the next day, a quiet one as you woke feeling happier than you have in weeks. The two of you were laying upon a blanket spread out in a bare patch of grass of the arboretum. You both were napping, well, 'napping' meaning a quick love making session in your dream.
            You are thoughtful as he curls a long finger through your hair.
            "Why do you ask, my love?"
            "The Elders never mentioned that as a possibility. Has it ever happened?" Loki pillowed his head in his hand.
            "I do not know. The histories of the temple mention only the female's with this rarity."
            You rest your chin on his chest, "I imagine you would have the honour."
            He cups your cheek, "Vaenn, may I suggest it be a decision between the both of us."
            You smile, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
            You lean down, pressing your lips to his.The kiss deepens, drawing a whimper from you. His hand ghosts down your arm then rests at your waist before pulling you more flush against him. He moans within the kiss, fingertips pressing into your waist.
            A throat clears and you feel the blunt end of a spear handle press against your shoulder briefly. You break the kiss and press your forehead to his. "This is going to be the longest month of our lives."
            He chuckles. "But you are well worth it, my heart." You roll over onto your back, laying your head on his stomach. The guard has moved to stand at the edge of the blanket. Loki combs his fingers through your hair.
            You lay your hands on your stomach, absent-mindedly rubbing your palm over the fabric of your robes.
            'You mean you haven't become bored with our dream visits?' You tease.
            'Goodness, no,' he thinks to you, his own hand joining yours. 'I'm afraid I'll never grow tired of having you. I will never tire of your quivering body along mine, Vaenn. Nor will I tire of you calling out my name when you come; it is the sweetest ecstasy I thirst for.'
            You giggle, ignoring the guard above, 'perhaps we can continue? Mayhap I can please you in some way, my liege.'
            You watch Loki's eyebrows go up, amused and a bit curious.
            You close your eyes, imagining the setup this time. It is of Loki's bed, the perimeter bathed in flickering candlelight, you sat against the headboard of the bed. Loki sat at the other end, cross-legged and intently watching your every move.
            You slowly raise your shift, showing your bare calves, then thighs. You ever so slowly lift it higher, widening your smooth thighs, exposing your womanhood to him.
            He scoots himself closer, but you raise a hand, halting his progress. His look is lustful as you lower that hand down into those folds.
            You've experimented, everyone does.
            Your fingers stroke slowly over the outside, content sighs escaping your lips with each passing touch. Your head roles on your shoulders. You dip in deeper, feeling your softness, your fingers slick with it's juices. You very slowly flick the little bud that has become increasingly sensitive the further the dream progressed. You're eyes roll back, your breath gusting out with every pass.
            "Vaenn," you hear him growl. You feel the bed shift and his hand on your ankle.
            "Loki," you breathe, rubbing faster.
            He takes your mouth, your tongues wrestling. He doesn't move to take you. You've made it clear you want to torment him. His body shakes with restraint. Every time he breaks the kiss and you let loose a delicious gasp, he claims your mouth again. Your body shudders when you bring yourself. He gives you a moment's reprieve before jerking you down on the bed. He spreads your thighs wider, settling between them.
            With a feral growl, he takes you. Pausing at the top of the thrust, his eyes close, savoring the feeling of your tightness around. Withdrawing slowly, he bows your back with another long full thrust. Your breath escapes in a rush.
            Looking deep into your eyes, his open mouth rests on yours. Wrapping your arms around his shoulder, you mark his back with your nails. The only sound is your heavy breath and flesh on flesh.
            "Vaenn!"
            The dream is shattered. You jerk upright. "Vaenn. We need you."
            "What is wrong? What has happened?" You stand with the initiate's help and Loki stands as well, a stern frown upon his face.
            "It's the Elder Superior. She has collapsed. She is asking for you."
            You look askance at Loki. He is neutral. "Go where you are needed." You perse your lips then lean up and kiss him. A soft, sweet kiss.
            "I will return, my love." He watches you, the initiate and the guard leave. Clasping his hands at the small of his back, he turns away and looks to the sky. His suspicions confirmed.
            You follow them at a brisk pace, your footfalls echoing unnaturally loud in the halls.

It is a sign. A heavy unease settles upon your shoulders the closer you get to the Elder Superior's quarters.
            You round the next bend, coming face to face with the other four Elders.
            "What has happened?" You question them all.
            They look about each other, "we fear that the Elder Superior is nearing the gates of Valhalla."
            Your heart clenches, "no. Surely she isn't."
            "I wish it wasn't," the elder to your right says. "But she is and she wishes to speak with you."
            A guard opens the door to her chambers, the dark interior opening before you. You lift your head and purposefully strode to her bedside.
            You kneel, taking her hand in yours, surprised at how old she became.
            "Mother Elder?" You whispered.
            "Vaenn, my child." She pats your hand. "My favored grandchild." You dip your head to the bed. "Your mother was my last child bearing. My last ritual. And you were her's."
            "What about my sister?"
            "She was not from a ritual coupling. Your mother passed on that honor after you. You were such a difficult birth, she chose not to continue."
            "She died in childbirth."
            "With your sister, yes." The Elder Superior's chest barely rises. "I worry for you, daughter. I know you love the frost giant. But I fear your connection to him."
            "Mother Elder, Loki loves me. If you could see."
            "I see. It is not he, I fear. It is our Queen. Know this, if you must flee. You have my blessing. I feel you growing away from the Temple. You want more."
            "Mother -"
            "Your mother wanted more. She and the rider who is your father left the Temple's safety. Your sister was born of love. As were you. Your father brought your sister to our walls then never returned." She clutches your hand with surprising strength. "There is a box. Below the tiles of your bath. Find him if you need to run." She fell back. "Do not tell your sister. Let her find her path."
            You pry your hand free from hers. "Who will take your place?"
            "Brielle. You are not old enough to ascend." Your silent relief was almost palpable. "I'll not make to sunrise." You stand and leave the room. Your heart, head and soul in turmoil.
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