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To Hel With It	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            You quicken your pace, the events leading up to this point converging at breakneck speed. Hel was growing paranoid; her grip upon her realm making its terrible queen power hungry. It didn't help matters with your conditions with her father. You are nearly sprinting to your chambers, flinging the heavy doors wide. You don't hear them crash against the wall, your soul focus on that hidden item.
            'Loki?' You think.
            'What is it?'
            You bite your lip as you kneel on the floor of your bath, fingers digging along the creases of the stonework, 'I'm afraid your daughter is soon to make a move.'
            'I had a feeling,' he says, pulling your mind into his perspective.
            The sky, earlier a pale blue of midday, now a roiling crimson mass of angry clouds. He quickly turns his gaze to the tree he plucked the moon flower from. The once abundant life, now fast forwarding as limbs began to wither and die.
            'She is on the move,' you hear his anger, 'we must leave this place, now.'
            'Meet me in my chambers,' you caught the edge of a loose stone.
            Your nails broke as you pried up the stone. Footsteps fast approach you from behind. Clutching your dagger, you spin as Loki is reaching for your shoulder. The blade slices open his palm. "Gods be damned." He hisses and closes his fist, dripping blood onto the floor.
            "I am sorry, my love."
            He flexed his hand and used some of his magick to heal it. You turn back to the stone, digging through the sand under the tile. A box, the size of her fist came into view.
            "What is that?"
            "Refuge." The gong tolled the Elder Superior's death. Your throat constricted and your chest tightened. But now was not the time to grieve. You tuck the box into your robe.
            "How long to get your horse ready?"
            "There is no time. Hel approaches."
            "Then we are lost."
            "Do not fret, my heart." The two of you run through your room. A clatter of metal and raised male voices comes through the open doors.
            Feet bracing on the balcony banister, you jump into the courtyard, feet sliding in the wet grass. Loki takes hold of your wrist and swings you around against his body. "Do not be afraid, my heart." The golden light of the Bifrost envelops you both.
            You hear a shout, followed by Loki staggering against you as the Bifrost pulls the two of you into its glittering clutches.
            You shut your eyes against the display of light, dizzy at its speed. You kept your fingers clenched tight in his tunic, he shakily holding you closer.
            "Loki?" You call, the ethereal wind rushing over your bodies.
            The next second, you both are stumbling through the golden gates of Asgard.
            Loki gives a shaky laugh, "I was wondering when you would pull us through, Heimdall."
            You open your eyes, catching a glimpse of the gatekeeper. This giant of a man, held his sword carefully upon a round dias. He gives a kindly bow, his golden eyes warm.
            "Welcome to Asgard," his voice was just as welcoming.
            "Asgard," you say in awe, "how I hoped to come back-Loki?"
            He has slumped in your arms, his breathing labored. It is then that you catch a glimpse of an arrow shaft sunk deep in his shoulder blade.
            "Gods no!" You reach for the shaft, a sickly black vapor wafted from its surface.
            Heimdall is next to you in a heartbeat, "refrain from touching it, my lady. It is of dark magick."
            Loki lay on his side in the infirmary. You were crouched holding his hand in both of yours. He winces when the healer messes with the arrow. "Does that make it harder to breathe, my liege?"
            "No but if you could stop moving the ruddy thing around and just pull it out already."
            "Patience. We have to wait for the counter spell to work or if will leech through your wound."
            Your face is a scrunched mass of worry. "How long will that take?"
            "It is powerful dark magick. But thankfully, this spell seems to be targeted. To you, my lady."
            "I knew Hel would not want her father dead. Only me which would give her a sibling."
            "My lady. If you are with child I could-"
            "No. I am not."
            The healer levels you with a soft look. "We have staunched the bleeding. It does not pierce heart nor lung. We much simply wait."
            Your fingertips dance over his forehead and into his hair. He pulls your hand to his lips. "I happily suffer this arrow. I would be devastated if you had been shot."
            A hand touches your shoulder. "Priestess, please. Come rest."
            "I am fine."
            "I insist." Loki looks up and smiles.
            "Vaenn, my heart, you are safe."
            "It is you I worry for."
            "I will send word when we are ready to remove the arrow. Go, my lady. Get some rest."
             You lean forward and press your lips to his temple then to his. You stand and face Frigga. "Your grace."
            "Hush. Come. You look exhausted." Frigga pats Loki's shoulder then guides you from the room.
            You are lead to a waiting area, soothing firelight danced along the walls, soft furnishings with throw blankets hanging over the sides.
            You sit heavily upon a green fainting couch.
            "It may take some time," Frigga says, pouring a glass of water for you; you realize how thirsty you've become, "but no one will disturb you until we remove the arrow."
            "Thank you, your grace."
            She smiles, "please, Frigga. I will not have us be on those terms." She heads back to the infirmary, "I will collect you when he is ready."
            You nod back, feeling more at ease. You take a sip of water, mind wandering back to the box you had in your robes.
            Would you still need to run? Would Asgard's protections be enough to keep her away?
            Deep down, you don't think Asgard could keep her at bay.
            But with Loki injured, you were stuck until something presented itself.
            You lay down, pulling a blanket over yourself. Well, might as well make the best of it. You close your eyes.
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            A gentle touch on your shoulder rouses you.
            "He is ready."
            You stretch, slowly getting off the couch. Frigga waits silently.
            You both return to the infirmary, the healer unfurling a clean bandage near her leg.
            You kneel in front of Loki again, cupping his cheek. Dark circles are under his eyes and his skin is covered in a light sweat. His eyes open, the emerald green glassy.
            "Vaenn?" Even his voice was breathy.
            "Yes, my love," you brush back his hair, "I'm here. We're going to get that arrow out now. Be very still."
            His nod was barely noticeable.
            The healer hands you a biting stick, which you set in Loki's mouth.
            Frigga holds onto his legs, the healer taking hold of the shaft.
            You lean close, "keep your eyes on me, alright? On me."
            "Ready?" The healer clutches the shaft, "one, two..."
            She begins to pull, causing Loki to grunt in pain. He tries to buck away, but Frigga's grip, along with yours on his shoulder keeps him in place. He bites hard on the stick, eyes clenched shut, tears leaking from them.
            The healer yanks it harder, Loki yelling louder around the stick.
            "Here my heart. Focus here!" You shout, clutching his face in front of yours.
            One last yank had the arrow coming free, blood pouring out of the wound fast. You feel him relax, his eyes fluttering shut. The healer begins to clean and patch the wound.
            "It has taken much out of him," Frigga says, touching his temple, "I suspect he may be out for a day or so."
            Placing your hands at his temples, you draw off his suffering so that he may rest peacefully. Breathless with the jolt of sudden power, you drop down on your bottom. With no one to share the energy with, it rolls around in your aura. Frigga and the healer take a step in unison. You place a kiss to his forehead then drunkenly stand.
            "Vaenn, are you alright?"
            "Need air." They can hear the power in your voice. Maybe you knew all along why Hel wanted you dead, why she didn't want this union to come fruition, but seeing the fear in the healer's eyes and the way Frigga touched the pommel of her sword, the way she eyed you warily.

You stumble backwards, bumping into a pillar. Swallowing rapidly, your eyes wide, you pull the cloak around, head down, heading for the nearest exit. Knowing her palace so well, she follows you at distance. You grip the banister, riding out the energy. You'd pass out soon. Your hands embedded into the stone.
            "I knew when your people left Vanaheim to ease the dead in Hel that it would eventually cause problems."
            "Vanaheim?"
            "Yes, child. Did you not think it odd that while the realm was populated with corpses, aside from Hel and her people that your Temple lived?"
            "I never thought on it."
            "Vaenn. You cannot go back to Hel. There is nothing left for you."
            "My sister-"
            Frigga lays a hand on your shoulder. "Daughter. After you and and Loki escaped, Hel and her men laid waste to the Temple."
            Tears sting your eyes. "All dead?"
            "I am afraid so."
            "The other Temples?"
            "Word spread as fast as it could but only a few survived. They are in Vanaheim."
            "No wonder it's too much. There is no one left to share it with."
            "Vaenn. You need to sit down." You collapse to the floor of the balcony. The power becoming too much, it sweeps you back into unconsciousness.
            You wake to a cool cloth dabbing upon your forehead, the tremors of Loki's suffering still played in uncomfortable spasms in your arms and legs. Opening your eyes was a chore, the light blinding your already sensitive disposition.
            "Hush, child," you hear Frigga whisper, "you are safe."

You manage to ratchet your eyes open, seeing her relax as you breathe deeply. She places a fresh cloth on your forehead.
            "I worried about you," she said, "that power is too much for one person."
            You blink slowly, "I...had to...for...Loki." you look around, "...where?"
            Frigga smiles, lifting her chin to the other side of your bed. You sluggishly turn your head, seeing him sound asleep next to you. He is propped on his side, a bandage wrapped multiple times about his bare torso. A black blanket is pulled over your bodies. "I thought it best to keep the two of you near each other." Frigga explains as you reach your hand for his own, twining your fingers with his. "It is difficult enough to keep you separate from each other. Perhaps it will help to heal both of you better than I can give."
            "Thank you," you whisper, feeling more at ease.
            Loki growls in irritation. "I am not an invalid. I am fully capable of taking care of myself." He hits the serving tray with a ball of green energy. It goes flying and clattering to the floor. The servant scrambles to clean it up.
            "Loki!"
            His head snaps up and your chastisement. "Vaenn." He sighs in relief. "My heart. They are treating me like I am dying."
            Gathering your dress above your knees you sit upon the bed. "Loki love, had that arrow been to the right anymore and you would be." His stern frown fades as you lift his hand to your face and press into it. His thumb glides over your lips.
            "I am not a good patient, I know." You turn into his palm, kissing it and down his wrist. His fingers comb through your hair as you move up his forearm to the bend in his elbow. He curls that arm around you and pulls you to him, grunting at your soft landing. His arm crosses your chest, pressing your back to his chest. "When I am healed, we will go back for your sister. She is not safe."
            "Loki, she has gone to Valhalla."
            "What?"
            "My former Queen killed everyone in the Temple. Burning Sea was not the only one that perished. She purged her realm of our kind. Those that survived fled to Vanaheim."

His body stills.
            "Why Vanaheim? Why not Asgard?"
            "Your Queen informs me that is where we came from."
            "She is your Queen as well."
            "I have no Queen. I have no home."
            He grabs your chin and turns your head roughly. "I am your home. And you will be my wife. There is nothing in the way anymore."
            "Oh my love, how wrong you are." He kisses you roughly, evidence that his injury hasn't tempered his desire presses into your hip.
            You push him back carefully upon his pillows, his pupils were full blown.
            "My love," you say, licking your lips, "may I ask a favor?"
            His kisses slide along your jaw, "anything."
            "In honour to my temple, I want to do the ritual," you hold your breath, feeling Loki's lips still.
            "Why?" He murmurs, his grip tight across your ribs.
            "I want to honour those who fell. Those who I couldn't protect. My sister; she adored the stories you told. She believed you could mend what was broken in me." You caress his cheek, his cheekbones stark in the light, "and I'm privy to believe she is right."
            He inhales slowly, slightly wincing from the injury. At times like this, he was hard to read. That brilliant mind weighing the options before committing to anything.
            "Is it still a possibility?" He asks.
            You wave your hand, "there may be no elders to tell you how to ride me, but it only takes you and I under the moon."
            "My Vaenn," he tilts your chin up, "what wouldn't I do for you."
            His lips are upon yours again, holding you tight. You feel yourself melt in his embrace.
            When the kiss breaks, his eyes are full of need and love. "But we still have a little more than a week before the full moon."
            "There is still the dream world, my heart." His fingers dance down your robes and with their way to your supple soft skin, tracing circles on your side. Your own hand glides down the linen shirt and trousers. His eyes and mouth close as he draws in a breath through his nose. Your hand presses upon his swollen member. He lifts his hips. "I want you here. Now. Either this world or your dreams." His hand wraps under your bottom, teasing your warm moist center with his fingertips.
            You moan, one long finger slipping further into your folds. You in turn slip your hand under his trousers, wrap your hand around the girth of his member, gently stroking.
            "Love," you gasp, "I won't have you...sigh...irritate your injury...ahh, oh."
            'I want to see you come for me,' he growls in your head, he was too busy with clenching his jaw shut, 'I want to feel you pulse around my fingers. If I can't have you now.'
            You stroke him harder, your thumb teasing over his slit, a drop of his seed gathering for you.
            'Loki,' you moan, 'I...I...'
            Your body releases, hips bucking into his fingers, mouth hanging open for a silent scream.
            He came after; his own climax coating your fist in shuddering waves. He was gasping into your mouth, his breath mingling with yours.
            'I think I'll take you again, my sweet,' he lays back, eyes closing.
            You smile back, 'alright.' You copy him, 'magic us clean, then we will continue.'
            His chuckle echoed through the room, but your arousals were cleaned off your fingers.
            You cuddle closer, eyes closing, his body warm against yours.
            He didn't put much effort to the scenery. If you hadn't just fallen asleep, you couldn't tell the difference.
            He wasted no time in pulling you onto his lap. His mouth devours yours hungrily, growling and holding your head in place with a tight handful of hair. Your thighs tremble against his. He reaches between, finding you wet and ready. Always ready for him. He smirks in the kiss. Your back arches. Oh this was bliss. You lift your lips just a bit to slide down the length of him. His moan is long and low and answers yours. Your bodies move together in time until you're shaking and cumming.
            "Oh Vaenn. I love you. I love you. I love you." His lips cover your face and neck with kisses.
            He flips you onto your hands and knees, a new position for you. It made your core shiver at the prospect.
             You feel his hand curl along the curve of your rump, his calloused palm roving over it's smooth surface.
            He kisses between your shoulder blades, his tongue darting out, trailing his saliva in the dips of your spine.
            You arch your back, your hair falling over your shoulder. You feel your wetness dripping down your thighs.
            "Like that, do you?" Loki murmurs along your lower back. He cups your sex, making you squirm as he fondles your clit.
            Your eyes clench shut, oh, those digits!
            He yanks you by the hair, pulling you flush against his chest, slipping himself fully into your heated core.
            Your hips work back against his, moving in slow time together. Dear gods, you'd never know a man like him. Each thrust skirted pain. Loki's hands cup you breasts. You cry when his teeth close on your pulse. You reach back and above to clutch his hair. His teeth release your neck to take your wrist. Each thrust a growl. Each growl making you gasp and cry out louder.
            Dear gods. Your body clenches around him as your orgasm sweeps out of nowhere. As you fall limp and lucid in his arms, his body seems to curl around yours as he rides you. Bringing your sensitive body back to the brink and carrying you both over. His body stiffens and holds you in place. Your own spasms around him, making him gasp. He rolls to the bed and clutches you to his chest. "Now we rest. Because you are getting me out of this blasted bed tomorrow."
            He is able to finally leave the blasted bed, though the healer demanded (along with Frigga), that his injured arm be held in a sling for a few more days. He grumbled, but complied, the promises you whispered into his mind keeping him curious if you would follow through.

It also made you wonder about the ritual, now just days away. You still needed a proper place to copulate. Sure, Loki's chambers would work just fine, but it would be a cop out. The temple had a wide circular chamber with the altar exposed to the outside. Unfiltered moonlight made the difference in a proper ritual.
            You made sure to tell Loki your conundrum when you both were asleep that first night in
            Asgard.
            He leads you through the palace, eventually taking you outside it's walls. He leads you down a stone walkway to a giant hedgerow, it's green leaves hiding everything behind it. He waves his uninjured hand, magicing the hedge to bend away, exposing an opening beyond. Giving him a curious look, you step through.
            He follows, letting the hedgerow sweep back.
            "This," he says as you look about yourself, "is the royal families private wood." He offers his arm to you, leading you further into the wood.
            It is quite, peaceful in this hidden place. Golden sunlight filtering in through the green above.
            About a minutes walk brings the both of you to a glade, you hear a gurgling of a spring nearby.
            "With the ritual meer days away, perhaps this may be a proper spot?" He curls your hair behind your ear.
            "It is lovely." You look around. You can't deny that your heart is broken. This should be a time of feasting and drinking. Traditionally, you'd spend the week before drunk from waking moment to sleep. That hasn't been an option. So many things had happened in two short months.
            "Something troubles you."
            "My love, I will not deny I am not happy. You have given me nearly everything a humble priestess could ever imagine wanting. But my heart is broken and grieving. A bride to be should not feel like she has lost everything to gain something more."
            "My heart." He pulls you into his arms. Your body shudders with the sobs. "Many betrothed brides felt they had lost everything. What you are feeling is nothing new. But you have the luxury of a husband who loves you and wants to give you everything and is not using you for duty or realm. All the realms are littered with broken hearted brides." He kisses the top of your head. "I will do my best to heal your heart, Vaenn."
            He holds you gently, your sobs subsiding as he swayed subtly. He made no comments, no promises that the pain will pass; the pain will always be there. His presence was enough. Your love was a strong pillar amongst the sorrows that plagued your world.
            You wipe your cheeks, "thank you." You whisper.
            Loki lifts your chin, his thumb whisking away a stray tear, "no need to thank me, my heart."
            He places a kiss upon your lips, then cradled your head back to his chest. Your eyes slide closed, breathing in his scent, he smelled of silver and ice.
            You awake the morning of the full moon tangled in Loki's arms and legs. You were surprised by how accepting Frigga and Odin were of your relationship with Loki and the upcoming marriage, possible child. You tell him this when he wakes.
            "My heart, it is not so much that they accept us. It is that Odin does not care. I am second in line so therefore my actions have no consequence to him. And mother." He sighs. "Frigga wishes only that I am happy. Is that not every mother's wish?"
            "I believe so."
            "I am at your mercy today, my heart."
            "We feast and drink. I will dance for you. Then finally, we will be together. Mother and rider."
            "Then bride and groom."
            You trace circles on his chest. "Any word from Hel?"
            He sighs then kisses the top of your forehead. "She has put a price on your head should you return to Hel. Alive. She has given her word that she will not seek you across the realms. You and our child are no threat to her when you are not there."
            "Do you believe her?"
            He plays with a lock of your hair. "Hel is power hungry but paranoid. But she has never lied to me nor broken her word."
            His long fingers dance over your bare shoulders. "My lips and fingers ache to touch you. Might we share a bath before your feasting and drinking begin?"
            Your smile is both charming and wicked. "I don't see why not."
            You slide out of bed, slowly undoing the ties of your robe. You let the silky cloth slide along your back as you make your way to the bath.
            He follows closely behind, magicing the taps wide open, the steaming water fogging the air within seconds.
            Your robe drops to the floor as you sink into the hot water. The tub is both wide and deep, the water lapping up to the underside of your breasts as you feel Loki join you.
             His lips touch the back of your neck, his hands trailing water along your torso. Those hands then curled to cup your breasts gently, his thumbs curling around your nipples lightly.
            You sigh, leaning back, his strong chest helping to hold you up right. You also felt his manhood press against your lower back.
            "Hmm," you grin, "a few more hours, my love."
            His lips graze behind your ear, "aye. I will be true to my word. But I will have you this night. More than once."
            You turn, touching his pectoral as you look him in the eye. "I would want you to. Those dreams have made me lust for you; something I haven't expected from anyone."
            You pull him to the seating in the tub, he follows without protest, his hands worshipping your body.
            You sit astride his thighs. Your hands working through his hair. His eyes are closed enjoying the pampering you're giving. Your lips find his pulse for teeth to nip. His member jumps between you. He clears his throat and rests his hands on your delicate shoulders.
            "Vaenn, my heart, if you keep pushing ask my buttons, I will be forced to break my promise." Those hands move down your arms then up your back, touching you the way he's wanted to for two very very long months.
            "Loki!" He sits up to look over your shoulder. You cover your breasts and turn to the sound of Thor's voice.
            "There you are. Oh hello, Vaenn." You demur. "Mother has told me there is to be a great feast to celebrate the full moon and Vaenn's temple ritual."
            "Yes?"
            "Fantastic! Sif and I will be here. As will Volstagg and Fandral and Hogun." His lecherous grin widens. "I'll let you two get back to whatever it is you are doing."
            "Bathing, Thor. We are bathing."
            "Whatever you say, brother."
            The door bangs open then shut. Loki takes advantage of your distraction. He grabs handful of your hair and pulls you in to a rough, consuming kiss. He pushes you onto your back in water, situating himself between your thighs.
            He immediately latches his mouth over your nipple, holding your hips as you float languidly in his grasp.
            He floats you to the edge of the bath until you hang your arms over the side.
            You bat your lashes, "been thinking about something?"
            "Since that first bath you took," he went further down, his tongue touching your navel, "I told you I'd take you again."
            He continues his path downward, running his nose along your thigh. You were so fully exposed for him, the warm water of the bath cleaning away your pooling heat.
            "I have wanted to taste you for a long time," he kissed the top of your mound.
            Your nipples harden in the water as he dipped his tongue into your folds.
            You pull in a breath, one hand clutching his head against you.
            "Loki," you breathe hard, spreading your legs more.
            He hums, kneeding your breast and pinching your nipple.
            You feel his fingers press into your core, his tongue lapping up your arousal in quick licks. You cry out, yanking his hair as you near the precipice. He knew how to pleasure you so well, your body quivering as you went over.
            He watched you from between your legs, tongue and fingers feeling you pulse. He let's you float, kissing his way back up your body to your mouth. You taste yourself and him on your tongue.
            "That was-oh gods, that was splendid." His body presses the length of yours, pushing you down into the water.
            His knowing chuckle is dark and oh so very male. "Surely you've been given a kiss down there before."
            You shake your head. "No, my love. My first rider took no care in shared pleasure. He rutted until he came. Then he was finished."
            Loki touches the side of your face. "Then you are still but a virgin to many things. I hope our dreams have eased some virginal fear in you."
            You bite your lip, blushing under the burgundy of your flesh. "Some."
            "Splendid." He looks deep into your eyes, you look back. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. In this shared moment, all is bare between you. You love him but know next to nothing about him. Or the scars that litter his lovely body. You know they're there despite the illusions, your fingertips find them. And he knows next to nothing of you. "Vaenn, I love you."
            "I love you, Loki." He kisses you softly then again with more ardor then again, his hands roaming your body. His lips tease down your cheek to your ear. "Might I give you a kiss as the one you gave me?"
            His body trembles with anxious desire. "If that pleases you. I will teach you."
            "Yes." He sits upon the side of the tub, water spreading out over the stone floor. He needs no attention, hard and aching for release.
            "Take me in your hand." You wrap your hand around him cautiously. He sighs. "Yes that's it. Good, my heart. Now stroke me like you do when you tease me." You do as he says, watching his body twitch and tremble. It excites you. In the base of your spine. "Good, Vaenn. You're so very good." His hands flex on the side of the tub. "Kiss it. Like you would my mouth. Only less teeth, darling. I am not in the mood for that this second."
            You chuckle but do as instructed. Closing your eyes, you kiss the tip, rewarded with a salty bit of fluid. "Keep moving your hand, my love. Yes, that's it." He sighs. His hips twitch as he tries so very hard to remain still. "More. Take more of me." He rests a hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you down his shaft. You feel his groan on your tongue and it goes right to your core.
            Your lips and tongue kiss him, moving time with his hand. He's almost breathless. "Yes. That's it." His fingers flex in your hair. You spare a glance at him. Loki is watching you, eyes dark as his swollen member disappears into your mouth time and again. He closes his eyes, letting his head stop back. Mouth slack and wide. Heat pools between your legs and spurns you on. You feel him tighten in your mouth. He takes your hand and guides it to cup his scrotum. You'd never touched a man there before. Your curiosity causes you to slow. "No, love. Do not stop." His voice is breathless and halting. His fingers tighten in your hair with a groan. "So close." His hips buck. "Deeper. Take me deeper. Oh gods, that's it. Yes." You feel him tighten and twitch on your tongue. "Don't. Stop. Swallow." He pulses in your mouth, his orgasm thickly coating the back of your throat. You choke and try to pull away but he holds you fast.
            "Swallow." Again, you do as you're told. He pushes you back, searching your darkened face. "Are you alright, my heart?"
            You nod. "I am fine. Did I do alright?"
            "You did splendidly." He leans down and kisses you. The taste of him mingles with the lingering taste of you.
            "I should like to do that again. Only without the choking."
            He laughs, again that dark manly laugh. His eyes are possessive. "The choking is an unfortunate part, I'm afraid. But I shall tell you a secret." He nuzzles his nose against yours. "I rather like it."
            He laughs at the shocked look on your face then pushes of the edge, tackling you into the water. You both come up laughing.
            He sweeps your hair away from your face, "I will never deny you anything, Vaenn. I have done many things, and if you wish to try something new..." he let's his sentence trail off, clearly letting your imagination run in many directions.
            Your blush darkens, curious about what he has done before finding you again.
            You touch his neck, "well. I'm sure I could...think...of something."
            He takes your mouth again, his smile against your lips is full of promise.
            You pull back, "we should finish our bath, else we will never celebrate properly."
            "Hmm. Yes, my heart."
            He takes a washcloth from a ledge next to the tub, beginning to scrub along your supple skin. You enjoy the feel, Loki kneeding his fingers into your shoulders. It was luxurious to have him massage your body in the bath.
            "Tell me, more about yourself, my heart," he says, slucing water down your body.
            You laugh, "do you possess magic to read my mind?"
            He pulls you close, planting a kiss on your cheek, "I may have sensed something in your demeanor. I only know of bits of your past, which you know the same of mine."
            You snag the washcloth from his fingers, turning him around. You first check on his injury; the wound was healing well, just another scar on his body.
            You sit facing each other, washing slowly. "I was not the only baby born after the ritual. There were five of us. Two died the first year. The other three of us were raised together. I began to think of them as a sister and brother. They were actually grooming him to be my rider for the ritual. Then he was to be gelded."
            "Gelded? Whatever for?"
            "Bastille has fathered six children for the temple. Mine would have been seventh."
            "Did I meet him?"
            "You did. He was my guard." He grows still.
            "No wonder he did not act fond of me."
            Frigga pulls you to sit next to her at the banquet table. "After your ritual we must discuss plans for the wedding."
            "If it pleases you, my lady."
            "Vaenn, you may call me mother. I will be before too much longer. Loki has insisted on a short engagement."
            You smile softly, watching him talking animatedly to Thor and his warriors three. "I think if we could be married today it would not be soon enough for my love."
            "You are right. But preparations must be made. Invitations must be sent."
            "I do not know what total weddings entail."
            "Politics and posturing. If you trust in me, I will handle everything."
            "I trust you, my lady."
            "Excellent! Lady Sif was very strict in planning her and Thor's nuptials. She didn't let me play mother of the bride. Will you?"
            Your heart squeezes but you silently nod.
            Loki's voice breathes through you. 'You look sad, my heart.'
            'Maternal abandonment issues. I will be fine.' He blows you a kiss across the room. The feasting and drinking kick into high gear as only can be done in Asgard.
            The feast was glorious; the gayety traveled throughout the longhouse in raised flagons, jovial voices and delicious food.
            You were shy when announced to all, hand in hand with the trickster, but it subsided with the happy wishes for your upcoming nuptials. They were truly happy for the both of you. It warmed your heart to realize how easily they were in accepting you.
            You downed the last of your ale, giddy in your drunkenness. Your eyes roving over the masses and caught Loki's gaze with yours.
            'My love,' you think to him, crooking your finger at him.
            He easily dodges his way through the crowd, wrapping his hand with yours.
            'Now?' He thinks.
            You smirk, leading him away from the festivities, the moon calling for you both to create life.
            The both of you walk down the path, Loki easily magicing the hedgerow open as you approach. You step further in, sashaying in a seductive manner. He follows close behind, the predator in him nearing the surface.
            You enter the glade, noticing Loki magicked a large ornate rug upon the long grass, numerous pillows, stacked blankets and your ritual items waiting for you.
            Loki's arms wrap about your waist, his lips kissing your shoulder. He remains quiet as you have asked, even his thoughts were silent as you prepare for the ritual. Letting life speak for itself was something the elders ingrained in you from an early age. You close your eyes, lifting your head skyward, the moonlight cascading over your bodies. You feel a calm settle over you as you give a silent prayer to the ones you lost.
            After pouring the black salt in a circle, You place the ten candles at each point of two overlapping invisible stars. At the cardinal points are sigils for the elements. Using your finger, you trace the sigil for spirit on your forehead then Loki's. You unclasp the belt from your dress and let it fall outside the circle. He clenches his fists to keep from touching you. You slowly remove his tunic. His alabaster skin is a contrast to your burgundy flesh. You take the bowl of pungent oil and rub him down. The scent is strong but not unpleasant, wildflowers and earth.
            You carefully rub yourself down. Loki makes a noise of wanting as he watches you.
            "Lay down, Loki of Asgard, trickster god." He settles himself into the pillows. "Will you accept the offering of my, Vaenn of Hel, high priestess of the Temple of the Burning Sea, my dance?"
            "I will."
            He watches as your shoulders and hips begin to sway. The music that would have been played is but a memory in your head. Through your connection with Loki, he can hear it as you think of it. Your supple body moves in a lazy circle, your hips moving in circles of their own. Your arms begin tracing designs in the air. He watches as you pirouette and undulate. In what seems like forever, your arms and your body have created a web of magick. Loki only notices since your dance has ended as he is not distracted by your swaying breasts and ass and the way when you bent a certain way he could see your sex glistening with oil and arousal. You compress the web then fling your arms wide. The magick snaps to fit the circle, setting the candles alight.
            You drop down to your knees, slightly out of breath. Drunk on wine and magick.
            "Loki, will you accept the offering of my body? That you may plant the seed of life."
            "I will." He leans up on his elbows.
            "Then take me, my rider." Loki moves quicker than you had expected. You laugh in surprise as his lips find your throat, ignoring the taste of the oil on your skin. His hands find your hair and he jerks your head back. Your eyes glaze over with wine, magick and desire. He searches your face.
            "You will bear me a son. You will be my wife. You will love me. I will love you. I will give you anything you desire. But you must never deny me."
            "Yes, my heart."
            His mouth crushes yours, bruising and ardourous.
            He rolls you until you are under him, his lips crushing into yours. You feel him touch your highly sensitive folds, probing with one long finger.
            He pulls back, still pumping that finger in you until you are squirming for more. He pulls it out, your arousal glistening in the candlelight. He licks it off slowly.
            "Mmm, the finest of wine," he says, taking his member in hand.
            He pumps it a few times, although he was completely hard when you removed his tunic. He then rubbed it along the outside of your folds. You shiver with anticipation, more of your arousal slips from your opening.
            He aligns himself, pressing the head in slowly. You gasp, realizing from your dreams he was big.
            He pushed in further. Gods, he was MASSIVE! You bit back a cry, body trembling as he pushed in further.
            You feel his fingers graze your cheek, "Vaenn. Look at me."
            You open your eyes to those emerald orbs, they were so green in this light. You pull in a breath, aware of how stretched you were. Loki claims your lips again, pressing in deeper, distracting you with his kisses.
            His slow progress eventually had him fully seated inside you. You languished in the feeling, so full of him.
            "Move, my love." You gasp, "I need you to move."
            Bracing his hands along your hips, he pulls nearly out before sliding fully back into your core. It starts off as pain since no one has breeched you in years, but eventually the pain subsides into pleasure. He bumps into your cervix, but even that uncomfortable moment fades as you feel that warmth pooling deep inside. Your jaw drops open as you moaned, your body responding to Loki's thrusting. You undulate your hips, your motions in tandem with his own. You clutch his bicep, lifting yourself onto your elbows. You manage to open your eyes, watching as his manhood slipped into your folds, your juices slick and shining on his member.
            You feel yourself panting harder; that was extremely arousing to you as you near your climax.
            Loki's own breath hitched the harder he thrust, he was close.
            He looks you in the eye, "come with me, Vaenn." His thumb begins to rub against your clit, "come with me."
            Your body trembled harder, Loki's thumb pressing and flicking, his body clenching, his member twitching inside you.
            Once, twice and you went over, your body bowing back as your orgasm bowled through your body. You feel a wetness release from your nether region as Loki filled you with his warm seed. His own cries mingling with yours as a sweet song you want to hear again and again.
            He continued to thrust, there was so much of him pulsing into your body. As soon as he finished, he collapsed in your arms, completely spent. You wiped back some stray hairs from his forehead, whispers and kisses pressed gently to his sweaty skin.
            A few minutes later, he raised his head from your chest, a smile on his face as you kissed him. You rubbed circles along his back, content and exhausted. Your eyes slide closed.
            While you doze, his hands explore your body. Dream touch is nice but now that he can touch you unfettered, he can't keep his hands off you. Or his mouth. His lips and tongue play over your nipples, tasting them like a sweet fruit. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of the hard wrinkly nubs in his mouth. You awake to pooling desire. His fingertips tracing patterns on your skin.
            "I have until this night to show you my true self. In hopes that your would accept me as I have accepted you."
            Loki's alabaster flesh shimmers away light heat in the air. Your breath leaves you in awe. He props himself over you, allowing you to see and touch his blue skin. And touch you do, shivering at the cool feel where one warmth was.
            "I had known you were different. But my heart, a Jotun in the Asgardian royal family?" Your ready acceptance of him eases an ache inside him.
            "The Allfather takes prizes from those he conquers. I am yet another stolen relic."
            "Oh but, my heart. A son. You were the greatest prize." His red eyes bore into your black ones.
            "You are not frightened by being a frost giant."
            "Gods no, I come from a word of burgundy skin and dead flesh. Beautiful blue does turn me away."
            He sits back on his heels and pulls you into his lap. You remember this from one of your love making sessions in the dream world. He eases you down the length of him, feeling your inner walls twitch and pulse. He hips buck as you ride him. His hands don't stop moving. Your thighs, up your back, into your hair. He revels in the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. Pain laces through the thrusts every so often until it just an edge, a sharp gasping edge that makes you tremble.
            "I told you I would have you more than once tonight." He lifts you up and turns you around. He thrusts into you, making you cry out. His hands seize your breasts, burying his face in your hair.
            "Oh Vaenn."
            "Oh Loki!"
            He pushes you forward onto your hands and knees, thrusting harder and faster. His chest lays over your back as he reaches around to rub your clit. His breath cool and heavy at your ear sends shivers down your spine. He grabs a handful of your hair, growling with each thrust.
            "Mine. You are mine. Say it."
            You eyes roll back and you lick your lips. His grip on your hair exposes your throat to the night. "I am yours."
            "That's a good girl." His teeth find your pulse. The only sounds in the night are your moans and cries and sound of flesh on flesh.
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