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Nú Brennur Tú I Mer	By : Gwyndolynelizabeth Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 3663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Flickering candle light along the walls of the prince’s bed chamber caused the room to dance, but the prince was not as merry as the candle flames, and sat upon the window sill of the single great window which looked out over the mountainside straight to the sea. One knee was drawn into his chest, and the other leg dangled over the wall of the palace, kicking idly to and fro as his mind wandered to what lands lay ‘far away’. He could hear the roar of the waves from the sea in the distance, crashing upon the stones of the mountain, and the trees of the now familiar ashen grove billowed in the wind, enveloped in moon and starlight for the second night to come since Loki had met the strange woman by the spring there.
The sting of her gaze still burned his beating heart, and he sought to remove her stare from his mind by rubbing his temple with his fingers and closing his eyes tight against what he saw there. With a heavy sigh, Loki resigned himself to her face haunting his mind. Why did she not object to his lust for her? He hadn’t offered her anything for what she did with him the past night. He hadn’t given her anything, yet she had acted as though she actually enjoyed their time together—a realization made with a scoff, and the quickening of the prince’s heartbeat, for he had always been sure that the women he had paid in the past for their attentions would have rather lain with his brother, the ferocious thunder god. Yet there was that strange woman from far away, with kind eyes and warm skin, who looked upon him with affection. Such affection he knew only from his mother when he had been a child. His skin burned when he thought of the ghostly woman’s eyes. He burned to think of the way she touched him, confident that he wanted her to, unafraid of whether she did as he wished. He burned dwelling on the sight of her leaving the woods, and disappearing.

Loki unfastened the belt around his waist, slipped his tunic over his head, and stepped out of his leggings, letting all of these things fall to the floor. The bath water was so hot that it steamed, and he stepped in slowly, wading unto his waist, releasing a long sigh as he closed his eyes and tried, in vain, to set his concentration on mundane, casual events that had happened that day so that his mind might at last enjoy a moment’s peace: He had taken a walk with his brother and mother in the palace garden, flipped idly through the pages of what used to be one of his favorite books, feigned interest in his brother and the Warriors Three fighting (playing—he insulted them in his mind constantly, annoyed by their constant displays of brute force), and pretended to be too tired to eat any kind of meal that evening, retreating instead to his chamber. All of these things he recollected, but could not focus on them long, for his mind was in one place, and that place was the mystery woman’s eyes, but she was far away. He heard a knock at his chamber door.
“Who is it?” He called, waiting for an answer. His mother’s voice replied tenderly:
“Sleep well, dear one. I am off to bed.” He could feel her warm smile, and he himself smiled faintly when he pictured her leaning against his door, leaving it open just slightly, calling to him and caressing the door as if it was his back. He knew she wanted to tuck him into bed, like when he was small, and that feeling made his heart warm…
“Goodnight, mother.” Was all he said, and he heard her sigh quietly, and the door pull shut, her footsteps trailing away down the corridor outside.
Loki cupped hot water in his hands and poured it over his head and face. The water was fragrant with scented oils, and flower blossoms and potent leaves of herbs floated around him. He lowered himself to his knees and the water came up to his shoulders. He leaned back and the water, hot and comforting, consumed him. His chest swelled with the intake of deep, sighing breath. His eyes stayed open, though, and as he lay on the floor of the bath, he stared up through the water, the colors of the scented oils dancing atop the water to reflect the candle light from the walls. But as he looked, his breath drawing short, he saw the faint glow of silver moonlight grow from one corner of the room, conflicting with the warmth of the candlelight. The moonlight grew and grew, and then it moved nearer to him. His mind’s eye saw before it the ghostly blue of the woman’s eyes from the night before, and as his mind’s eye saw them, his eyes saw them, peering down at him through his bath water.
She sat on the edge of the bath, midnight hair cascading into the water. He reached up and let the black strands wrap around his fingers. He saw her smile, and tilt her head, looking over his entire form with the rose of blush kissing her cheeks.
Rising from the water, wiping his eyes clear, Loki was sure that she was not really sitting beside him, and that when he opened his eyes she would be gone and he would know that she had become his obsession. Instead, when he opened his eyes, she was sitting beside him, smiling, her blue eyes like ice in summer, lips like rubies, hair blacker than pitch, blacker than the night sky. Her pale face glimmered with moonlight, though there was no moonlight shining through any window, and his chamber door was undisturbed.
“Lady…” He whispered, his heart beating fast.
“Loki…” She answered, his name trickling from her lips like the song of an angel.
“Where have you come from?” He asked, but she held her finger to her lips and shook her head slowly. She rose to her feet, and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. She wore the finest silver gown, trimmed with gold, and the brightest jewels once more graced her neck and breast, trickling from her ears and hair like dew drops shimmering with their own light.
Loki watched as she removed her jewelry, pieces of gold and silver clanging like tiny bells upon the tiled floor.
She beckoned with her finger for Loki to come to her, smiling, eyes twinkling like stars.
The prince moved through the bath water and took her by her narrow waist, pulling her toward him.
“Come into the water.” He said lowly, grinning, and she gasped as he caught her in both of his arms and pulled her into the hot bath. Their eyes remained open and stared into each other beneath the water, the silk of her gown billowing around both of them as he worked to pull her out of it. His hands roamed over her thighs, over her waist, lifting the gown over her arms, and over her head, and cast it out of the bath so that she was naked with him. Her skin still shimmered beneath the water, hair like a curtain of ink surrounding the both of them as he took her face in his hands and kissed her, giving her his breath, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Water surged between the two of them as he pulled her against him, their lips still pressed together as they breathed as one.
Loki lifted her with him through the water and their kiss finally broke as the two of them breathed the warm night air gusting in from outside through windows hung with airy, billowing curtains. She kissed his neck and smiled, running her hands from his hips over his shoulders, answering his sighs of pleasure with more of the sweetest of kisses. He lifted her in his arms, holding her against him so he could kiss the soft skin between her fleshy, rose tipped breasts; ardently, hungrily, his lips searched her chest and neck, taking her bottom lip between his teeth, licking it, her breath caressing his cheek as she sighed and wrapped his hair around her tiny fingers. He could not feel the beat of her heart against his chest, which, for half a moment, struck him as odd; what he felt instead he resolved was much better, for from the place where her heart should have been, resonated such calming, tenderly embracing warmth that he swore it threatened to bring tears to his eyes. He could feel the warmth pulsing against his skin, and saw it reflected in her eyes, in her tender, ruby smile.
“I can feel your heart.” She said quietly, as if she had read his thoughts, and her tiny hand rested atop his breast, and her head swayed from side to side as if dancing to a melody. “It beats steady, now,” She continued, but when she kissed his neck they both felt his heart’s rhythm quicken, as only her kiss could make it dance, and she giggled against his lips, making him smile as well. “Oh, but not any more…” She concluded, her laugh like the trickle of spring water through the mossy stones of a mountain side.
There was intensity in her affection, one which drove Loki mad. She was captivated by him, and he had hardly spoken with her—he who was infamous for his silver tongue; he had never truly captivated anyone, least of all the likes of such an otherworldly beauty as the one in his arms, who was there because she desired him as greatly as he desired her.
She desired him… the thought drove Loki mad, but he enjoyed thinking that he was desired.
He turned them both in the water, and pressed her back against the wall of the bath, and she moved lustily against his belly, eliciting a pulse of blood to his manhood, and a grin to curl against the corners of his lips. She smiled, and kissed his lips—his hands massaged up and down her tender sides. She squirmed, but he took her hips in his hands and held her still, feeling the warmth of her center against the tip of his member. She felt him there, and her eyes flashed as she pulled away from him and readied herself. Their eyes locked, and neither of them blinked as he drove his length as far into her as she would allow him to go. She gasped and whimpered, and he saw both pain and pleasure dance over her eyes. A light sparked within her eyes which changed the way she looked at him, though he could not be sure how so.
She felt as hot and delicious around him as he remembered from the past night, and he groaned deep in his throat when she eased herself farther down his pulsing member, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw her as tight against him as she could. Her head fell back as she moaned. Loki chuckled and withdrew as much as he could, driving into her again, feeling the hot bathwater surge into her with the thrust he made. She whimpered, giggled, massaged his backside with her feet, her ruby lips parted in an endless, silent cry.
“Why hide it?” He murmured into the crook of her neck as he thrust into her once more and her breath hitched in her throat. “If you wish to cry out, lady… I demand that you do so…”
“Demand?” She whimpered, and he nodded, biting her bottom lip once more, delighting in the taste of it. “I would be embarrassed… if anyone… was to hear… us.” She replied breathily between each of his languid thrusts.
“Let them hear.” He growled, grinning, massaging the generous flesh of her behind in his hands. He withdrew from within her completely, and when she gasped and protested his absence, with one steady thrust entered her fully, letting her feel his entire length all at once. She gasped and the hold of her legs around him tightened, her fingers pulling his hair. “Let them hear.” He thrust deeper and she gasped. “Cry out…I want to hear my name resound through the halls… as passion takes you…”
He thrust into her hard, slamming her entire body against the wall of the bath roughly. She gasped and was forced to cry out in shock. He grinned. “See? Feels rather good once you let it out, doesn’t it now?” Chuckling lowly he slammed her body against the wall of the bath once more, and she whimpered and cried with discomfort. He sighed in pleasure, and brought his hands behind her back, massaging what he knew were now very sore muscles; her body relaxed in answer, and the heat of her breath in his ear let him know that she was not angry for his roughness.
“Loki…” She whispered, holding herself still against him. The tip of her tongue flicked his ear. He burned inside of her.
“Louder.” He demanded, thrusting hard and quick into her, stopping when she opened her mouth but said nothing. He quickened his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper into her each time until once again he felt the deepest part of her, well hidden by gripping muscles and dripping passion. Hot water rushed into her with his member, causing her skin to crawl with pleasure and her eyes to close as she began to lose herself to passion.
“Loki…!” She moaned, shivering, but he was doing no better than she was. She felt so wonderful around him, against him, atop him, that his body was beginning to lose its steely grace and control—his knees even began to tremble slightly!
“Say my name, woman…” He growled, grinning, nipping and sucking the tender skin of her neck and trembling jaw. Her hands shook, holding onto his shoulders so tight that his muscles tingled.
“Loki!” Her voice rose into a cautious wail, the sound of its thick, sweet desire getting under Loki’s skin, causing him to shudder and laugh from deep in his throat, and to quicken his pace even more, till she was forced to wrap her arms around him and press herself completely against his body to keep from being cast from the bath water all together. Her skin was salty with sweat where he kissed her, from her shoulders, to her jaw, her temple, arm, breast, and even cheek.
“Loki! Loki… prince!” Her voice was stronger, her eyes closed, back arched, breasts bouncing to and fro delectably as he held her in his arms. He loved the way she looked lost to passion… he loved? He shook the thought from his mind, but could not help but to claim her lips in a kiss. Her lips moved against his ardently, sweet, delicate moans and whimpers escaping her throat as he held her in his arms and continued his steady ravishing with never faltering rhythm and care. “You are—the most—“ Loki’s teeth barred as he tried not to cry out, feeling his own release wash over him like a wave.
His entire body shook and he leaned against the girl for support, actually quite shocked that she could make him feel so wonderful, better than he had remembered, better than memory could recall. She giggled, but her breath was labored. He felt her body tense, and her blue eyes opened to meet his, though he struggled to keep his own open against the climax that was still peaking through his whole body. Her hands flew to the wall of the bath, supporting her back as her arms and thighs began to tremble and Loki knew that she was close to her end as well. He buried his head between her breasts, his back arched over her, hers arched into him, shaking, the both of them. At last, the woman gasped and her luscious body gave one last tender shudder and Loki felt her walls grasp at his member, causing them both to sigh, and Loki’s knees to finally give out.
He fell to his knees and she went with him, water overtaking their heated bodies once more. She held him close. His arms wrapped around her to keep her against him, but she held him tight against her—not only his body against hers, but his body against that calming, overpowering warmth that emanated from where her heart should have been, and it flooded his senses and his tense muscles like heavenly elixir of healing. She whispered his name in his ear: “Loki…” And when he heard it, and felt her smile, it was sweeter to hear than if she were to scream it through the entire palace.
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When their bodies had finally finished, Loki could not help but look at the woman, for she seemed more beautiful than she had been the first night they had been together. Could a person change in the spanse of one night to another? Her wet hair clung to her face and shoulders. He moved it away with his fingers; she smiled sweetly, and ran her fingers through his hair, over his cheek, catching his chin between her thumb and forefinger. She kissed him, but he wanted more than she gave. He took her face in his hands and returned her kiss, but he laughed, and she laughed. She sighed, and looked upon him warmly. "I must leave you now..." She murmured.
"No." Loki shook his head. "I forbid you to do so... and you cannot disobey the orders of a prince." He grinned, but his heart was truthfully sad to hear that she had to leave him, and confused. Why could she not stay with him through the night?
"I must go." she said solemnly, "The sun will rise soon."
"The sun will not rise for hours." Loki pressed.
She shook her head. "I have a long way to travel, dear prince." Then she tilted her head and grinned. "What were you going to tell me a moment ago? 'You are--the most--"...? What were you going to tell me?" Her hands held his face gently, her thumbs stroking his cheeks.
Loki scoffed, and looked away. "Must you know?"
"Yes!" She laughed, and he smiled.
Loki sighed and kissed her brow. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen..." He realized how cautious he sounded, but why should he not be? He had never told any woman anything like that, and he was half afraid that she would never return when she left.
She giggled, her soft eyes blinking, her tender cheeks turning bright red. "You are quite handsome yourself." She returned, and he chuckled, running his hands over her back gently, and she kissed him once more, legs still wrapped around him.
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