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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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            The morning sun crept silently over the mountains of Asgard. You woke to a ray of sunlight falling through the trees into your eyes. Even though you were extremely sore in your womanhood from last night's ritual, you were also extremely comfortable. You knew the ritual would be a success.
            You took time to revel in the morning light as you lay on your side, watching the clouds roll across the sky.
            You absentmindedly rested your hand over your stomach, already wondering on your child to be. Even with the escape from Hel, you still needed to have hope she will remain true to her word.
            You roll to your other side, snuggling closer to Loki's sleeping form. His arm unconsciously pulling you flush against his naked body. He was warm, his scent now mingling with the smell of your copulation.
            You realize you want more of this; him seated so fully inside you, the motion of his hips, his spilling all of his essence into your awaiting core.
            Goodness, you could feel yourself becoming aroused again.
            There was no denying how sore you were. Little bites of pain laced through you. It would be a week or two before you could know if the ritual was successful for sure. If you received your moon's blood then it wasn't. But you trusted that feeling you'd had the following morning.

Loki rolls over in bed, draping an arm over your belly. He pulls you flush against him, his thumb caressing the spot just under your naval.
             You are troubled, my heart." His face nuzzles into the back of your neck.
            You sigh. "Merely if I should wait to find my father until after the baby is born."
            "That is something that worries me."
            "What do you want me to do?"
            "Wait. Until after the wedding. After the baby." He brushes your hair aside and kisses your cheek. "If anything were to happen to you or our child, I'd burn down the nine realms."
            "Hush." You snuggle back against him.
            "Can we stay in bed all day?"
            "No. Your mother wishes to work on wedding plans."
            "Wedding plans," he mumbles back, his hand traveled lower, "well, until you get out of this bed, your still mine."
            His fingers slipped between your legs, you raised your top leg to allow him better access.
            Your back arched, his finger dipping into your soft folds gently. Your arm reached back to his hip, urgent to feel some sort of release.
            His cock is always ready, slipping into your wet entrance, thrusting into you from behind.
            You were now accustomed to his size, he filled you completely as he went faster.
            You moan into your pillow, his other hand tweaking your nipples into rigged points.
            "Gods, I'm going to come," you clench your eyes shut, urging him faster.
            He bites your shoulder, his hips desperate for release.
            You clutch the sheets as you came hard, air gusted out of your lungs as Loki spilled into your core. He trembled after all of it was inside you, holding you tight.
            You wiggle your hips, enjoying the feeling of him still rooted inside you.
            "I think I'll keep you in bed all day," he murmurs into your hair.
            You laugh, "I should really get myself ready and presentable."
            You don't move, your limbs like jelly.
            You could hear Loki's smirk, "working fast to get yourself presentable."
            You swat his arm lightly.
            The guard stands outside the door doing his best to be deaf. You moans and screams match Loki's growls and yells in volume. He and his fellow guard had heard several crashes within the room. He spots the Queen sweeping down the hall in regal elegance. Giving the other guard a panicked look, he darts forward hoping he's far enough out of ear shot.
            "My Queen, how can I be of service to you?"
            "I have come to retrieve Vaenn. We have much to do." She tries to step around him only to have him block her path. "Is something wrong?"
            "Um, the prince and his fiancée are indisposed." She hears your squeals and Loki's growling.
            "Ah. I see. I best get a grandchild out of all that carrying on. When it quiets down, will you let them know I would like her in the throne room right away?"
            "Yes, my Queen." All three of them flinch as another loud crash echoes in the hall. Throaty laughter follows it.
            You collapse onto his chest, laughing breathlessly. "My darling. We broke the bed."
            "It can be fixed." He flips you onto your back and presses you into the bed. "Catch you breath."
            The guard knocks on the door. His growl is impatient. "What it is?!"
            "Forgive the intrusion, your grace. But the Queen has left a message. She wants the Lady Vaenn in the throne room. Immediately." Loki sighs and rolls to the edge of the bed. You instinctively close your legs and pull a sheet up.
            "Message received. Get out." The guard bows and backs out. "It seems our play time is over for now." He grabs your ankle and pulls you to the side of the bed. "Let's get you presentable." You cry out on surprise when he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bathtub.
            It still took you twice as long to get ready for an audience with Frigga, Loki was intent on claiming you in the tub too many times to count.
            'If I am not with child,' you think to him as he escorts you to the throne room. 'Then you are to blame, my dearest.'
            He let's out a hearty laugh, pulling you close to his side, 'there is nothing wrong with my libido, Vaenn darling. I assure you, you will bear me a son.'
            'For the next four years,' you smirk back, his laughter all knowing.
            You both walk down the length of the throne room, the light from outside basking the already grand hall in shimmering opulence.
            You spot Frigga waiting next to Odin's silver throne, Hlidskjalf, a smile on her beautiful face. She steps down from it's dias, arms wide as she engulfed you in a hug.
            "Good morrow, my dears. I trust you both slept well?" You heard her stress the slept part.
            You blush, Loki answered, "it has been a long time coming, Mother. I apologize for us not being here for the morning meal."
            She waves her hand, leading the both of you down a side hall, "I wasn't expecting to get either of you out of bed at a decent time."
            "Before we do anything." Frigga takes your hand and leads you up the stairs of the dias. "Vaenn of Hel, high priestess of the Temple of the Burning Sea, may I present you to Odin Borsson of Asgard, Allfather of the Nine Realms."
            He stands with effort, showing his age. "Loki has always shown an unusual taste in love. At least you are pleasing to the eye."
            You smirk and glance at Loki. 'Half handed compliments. No wonder you question his affection.'
            'Hush, my heart.'
            Frigga uses her arm to guide you away from Odin. "Now, there are so many details we need to discuss. Loki, busy yourself with whatever it is you do. I promise I will return her unharmed." Loki watches as the two of you walk away. He glances at Odin then abruptly turns and leaves the throne room.
            "Now, I trust that you both have done the ritual two nights ago?"
            She wasn't passing judgment, merely curious if you followed through in your agreement with Loki.
            "Yes," you say, "we have."
            "And are you with child?"
            "I do not know. But I am confident that it was successful." You unconsciously placed a hand on your belly.
            Frigga touched your arm, "I am glad for the both of you. My dearest Loki seemed to never be truly happy with either Angrboda or Sigyn. I believe he has always been smitten with you from the start."
            Your steps slow slightly, a warmth fluttered in your chest, thinking of that little boy so many years ago.
            You follow her as she lead you to her chambers. A sweet scent of mint and something else you couldn't place wafted from the lounge area she brought you to. You sat delicately upon a chair set next to a round table, fingers smoothing out your dress as Frigga poured you a cup of tea.
            She joins you on the other chair.
            "I hope to make sure this engagement goes smoothly and quickly."
            "I trust you, Frigga. I am just a humble priestess who has been thrown into an unforeseeable future. I'm afraid I won't be of much help in planning my own wedding."
            She takes hold of your hand, "then we will start with the basics. You mentioned Loki would want a short engagement, yes? The soonest I can set it up is within a fortnight."
            "Does that not prove impossible for you to announce the engagement and throw the proper party?"
            "It will prove problematic. Yes. But it is nothing we cannot handle."
            "Then by all means."
            "Wonderful. And secondly. We have to invite Hel."
            You sigh and drop your shoulders. "I know. Not only is she a ruler of another realm but she is family. Loki and I have already discussed it. He wants my guard doubled should she come."
            "Vaenn. You are the most gracious bride I've had the privilege to encounter." You demur. Frigga carefully and steadily overwhelms you with details.
            Loki's voice breaths through your mind. 'I miss you already.'
            'I miss you. This list as my arm is long are things I do not care about.'
            'But mother cares. And since I have no sister, she is living vicariously through you.' You feel a light touch on your cheek and are snapped back to the conversation. You cup your face where that cool caress.
            You notice Frigga watching you, a knowing smile on her face.
            "I imagine this is overwhelming for you, my dear," she takes your hand in hers, a thoughtful look crosses her features, "I have something for you."
            She gets up, walking to a vanity table. She picks up a round box of rich cherry wood.
            "My queen, your time in planning the wedding is gift enough," you say as she places the box in front of your sitting position.
            "I know. But this is one thing I want you to have."
            You tentatively raise your hand and open the box. Inside, atop a rich velvet lining, sat a round pendant. It was about an inch in diameter, tarnished bronze cut into an intricate cage around a green pearl. You stare at the detailed whorls and the rich green, so similar to Loki's eyes. You pick up the pendant, realizing it was not as heavy as you thought.
            "This was a gift from my mother upon my wedding day," Frigga said, watching as you handled the gift with careful fingers. "I had hoped to pass it on to my own daughter one day." A sad smile played on her face. "Vaenn, I consider you a precious gift bestowed upon my son and I look at you as the daughter I have always dreamed of having."
            "I am honored to take that mantel, Mother." You sniff back a tear.
            You gently shook the pendant, hearing a tiny bell sound emanate from it's depths.
            Loki lay dozing on a couch. Your feet made no sound as you ran across the room and jumped on him.
            "Dear gods! Are you trying to kill me?" His briefly stern face melted when he saw the beautiful joy on your face. The wedding was only days away so this could mean but one thing.
          "The ritual worked?"
            "Yes, my love." A hand rests at the back of your neck and holds you so that he can feast at your mouth. When he lets you breathe, you begin untying his trousers. "I waited 2 days past when I should have bled. The healers of Asgard are far more knowledgeable that those Hel uses. We are with child."
            Loki takes your hands in both his. "As much as I long to bed you, love, I have to leave with Thor this night. He has planned a hunting party in honor of the wedding."
            "Oh."
            He tips your chin up. "I will return tomorrow's eve and we can celebrate."
            "Then let me give you something to look forward to," your smirk is mischievous, your hands making quick work on his trouser ties.
            Loki's eyebrows raise, "what are you planning, my love?"
            You take his full length in your hand, teasing him with your fingers. You leaned closer, your lips pressing atop the head, tongue flicking out along the slit.
            "Ahh...ung...Vaenn," his head loled back on the arm, his hand clutching the back of your head, urging you to proceed.
            You took him further into your mouth, your tongue gliding along the thick vein. You could taste his precum along your tongue. You hum gently as you suck on him slowly, enjoying the sensation, the taste of him. You pull up, grazing his skin with your teeth; Loki's hips bucked back into your mouth. "Vaenn! Gods that...that feels...ugh," Loki sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly.
            You were getting excited yourself, your hand going between your legs and began stroking your clit.
            Gods, it was like wildfire; you could hardly stop, he was thrusting into your mouth as you continued to massage your clit faster. You hum again, this time taking him deep, sucking him harder.
            "Vaenn...ahh...VAENN!"
            He burst deep into your throat as you brought yourself over, your hips undulating as you swallowed all of Loki's essence. You groaned around his cock as you rung out your orgasm, pulling off of him and leaned heavily on the couch back.
            He shifts you into his arms, breathless, "Vaenn...I...I think I should...cancel the...the..."

"No," you say, "go hunting with your brother. We will have plenty of time afterwards."
*
            "Be safe," you kiss him again.
            He nuzzles your ear, "I'll miss you until then." His palm lays upon your stomach, caressing your unborn child. "Both of you."
            He walks to his horse, swinging into the saddle. He blows you a kiss before rearing the horse around, following Thor and the others into the forest.
            You stand there for a while, fingers fiddling with Frigga's gift around your neck. The chain was long enough to hang just above your stomach. Preparations involving you were soon to begin.
            You were just about to enter the doors back inside the palace when you felt a stirring in the back of your mind. You instinctively turn around, eyes raised to the sky. The once clear sky, now roiling red clouds. You felt your happiness dissappear.
            Hel was on her way.
            You sat in Frigga's sitting room. The pair of you going over the final details for the wedding. The palace was a flurry of activity. Asgard itself swam with activity and wedding guests.
            Your nerves, and no doubt the baby, has made you queasy. You were paler than you had been before Loki took his leave. Your hands shook.
            "Vaenn, it will be alright. You may stay with me until the end of the night then I will send you to your room with plenty of guards. Loki will return tomorrow." She takes your hands on hers. "You have my word you'll be safe." You trusted her words but you felt a twist of anxiety.
            'Loki. Hel is on her way to the palace.'
            'I will return as soon as I can. Stay with Mother.'
            'I am.'
            'Be safe, my Bride.'
            She arrived just after sundown, with an entourage of twenty corpses on foot through the Bifrost. They were all on horseback, though the horses were all skin and bone. Their desiccated appearance made for a hellish procession, they made a show of proceeding slowly through Asgards streets.
            People who were busy with preparing for the wedding halted in their work, watching the ghastly group walking towards the palace. A chill befell the once warm night. They watched as the carriage Hel rode in creeked eerily in the now silent night. The carriage was black, tattered in its grandness. No one saw her face to face, not that anyone wanted to.
*
            "Vaenn, please it is time to try on your dress."
            You were pacing by the balcony of Frigga's chambers, having seen the Bifrost activated for Hel's entourage. You were near to tears; thoughts of your sister and the rest of the temple being killed invaded your mind. Hel KILLED them! And she had the GALL to show up like an honoured guest?!?!
            You sat quickly, feeling nauseous at the thoughts drifting through your head. Frigga was at your side in moments.
            "Please, leave us," Frigga said to her handmaidens. They quietly left.
            She took your shaking hands in her own, "Vaenn?"
            "I don't think I can do this," you whisper, body shaking.
            "Yes, you can." Frigga's fingers brushed your hair behind your ear.
            You shake your head, tears falling from your eyes.
            "Vaenn. Do you love my son?"
            You look at her face, she always has been so accepting of you. You nod.
            "Do you wish to marry him?"Nod.
            "More than anything."
            "Then do not let her spoil your day. She has no power over you. You might have been born in Hel but your roots lay in Vanaheim and Asgard is now your home."
            You take a deep breath then nod. "I was raised to fear and respect my Queen. But after what she did, I feel hatred and rage and I still am absolutely terrified of her."
           "You will learn to let that go. Hel holds power over the dead. You are not dead. She is Loki's daughter. You both will need to accept this new dimension of your relationship."
            You take another deep breath then stand as the seamstress and her assistant carry the dress in. You unclasp your dress and let it fall, gingerly stepping out of it. The seamstress and her assistant bring the dress up.
            "Oh daughter, you splendid!" Frigga turns away to hide the happy tears in the corners of her eyes. More than Sif, who neither needed or wanted maternal guidance, more than Sigyn who loved Loki more than herself or anything, you had touched her heart.
            "Do I?" you ask, twisting your hips, the skirt flaring out at the slightest movement.
            It was an empire waist ivory dress that hugged your upper body so nicely. A sheer fabric train billowed at least ten feet behind you, little pinpoints of diamonds dotting the extravagant train. Cap sleeves of the same fabric curved over your burgundy shoulders. It was simple. It was unexpected.
            It was so PRETTY.
            Frigga touched the fabric at your waist, "oh, Vaenn. You make a lovely bride. Loki will be speechless when he sees you walk down the isle."
            The seamstress brings the veil behind Frigga, "the finishing touch, my lady."
            You bend down as you let her afix the ivory veil to the crown of your head. "When we decide what to do with your hair, you will be the talk of all of Asgard."
            You blush, straightening. For the moment, you forgot about Hel and her transgressions. You felt excitement for the first time in days.
            'Feeling better, my love?' Loki's voice came into your mind.
            'Oh, yes. I wish you could see me now.' You look at yourself in the floor length mirror the seamstress brought out, you twist to see the demure back.
            You hear a growl, 'hmm. Perhaps you could show me?'
            You smile to yourself, 'just you wait, my heart. It is bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding.'
            He chuckles, and you feel a phantom kiss upon your lips.
            You lay on a couch in the solarium, enjoying the sun warning your belly. Loki would be home in just a few short hours. It had been a challenge not to tell anyone about the baby but Loki had wanted to wait to announce it until after the wedding, at the feast.
            The room darkens. You fall still, knowing who it is before even opening your eyes.
            "I had been sure my arrow struck true."
            "Hel."
            "Vaenn."
            You open your eyes and sit up, leveling her with the coldest, emptiest stare you could muster.
            "You hit your father."
            "Pity. Imagine my surprise when I received an invitation to your wedding."
            "Hel, I was ever the loyal subject. The dutiful priestess. Why do you wish me harm and to prevent this wedding?"
            Hel rips off her cloak. "Loki's magick is wild! LOOK AT MY FACE! You look at Fenrir, Jormungandr, Sleipnir! Nari and Vali were the only ones because of Sigyn. Look at you. You want to bring a child into this existence. The Allfather will punish you. And your baby. Because of Loki."
            She whips around to leave but stops. "I tried everything to stop this. But you. You love him. And he loves you. And he deserves love. No matter how Asgard tries to deny him love and happiness."
            "Hel-"
            "No, Vaenn. I will bless this marriage. But know this, I would rather you had died with the rest of your Temple at my hands than live to birth a child that will be cursed with Loki's patronage."
            The tension in the room disappates as she leaves. You flop back on the couch. 'Vaenn. Are you alright?'
            'I am fine. I am in the solarium.'
            'We are an hours ride out.'
            'I will be right here. The sun shines on the baby and keeps me at peace.' You feel a caress on your cheek.
            You smell him first; silver and ice. It was so profound, you barely batted an eyelash. You hear his soft footfalls, the audible creek of leather, his light breathing. You savored the sound as he watched you nap.
            It is silent for a good while, but he eventually seats himself upon the edge of the couch, his touch light upon your belly. You breathe in deeper, teasing him by turning your head to the side, exposing your neck as an offering to your fiancé.
            You feel his body heat when he leans down, kissing that long column of your neck.
            You open your eyes, watching him restrain himself, but wishing for it.
            He pulls back, noticing you watching him with sleep lidded gaze.
            "Vaenn," Loki's whispered, hand cupping the back of your head. You smile, arching your back slightly.
            "Welcome home," you say, accepting his kiss.
            "How was the hunt?" You ask after he pulled back from your kiss.
            "Quiet, but successful. Two stag and a boar. They will make a fine meal for the wedding feast." Loki leans closer, his eyes on the low cut of your dress, "but I have been craving your touch the whole time."
            "And you have it," you caress his cheek with your thumb, "mayhap we could reacquaint with one another."
            He scoops you into his arms and made his way out of the solarium.
            Loki kicks the door behind you and sets you on your feet. He takes your mouth but his hands are busy removing the many layers of his vestaments. You simply reach up and unclasp your dress.
            A knock startles you both. Loki whirls around and jerks the door open. "This had better be important."
            A stern older lady in waiting is not cowed by his fierce tone or face. "I've come to collect the Lady Vaenn."
            "What? Why?"
            She sighs. "Prince, it is the night before your wedding. Have you forgetten that we did the same with you and Sigyn, as well as Thor and Sif?"
            His hand flexes on the door and he looks back at you, bare before him, ready and willing and carrying his child. He clinches his jaw and flares his nostrils. "Can you wait a few hours?"
            "No, my Prince. She comes with me now. You will see her at the evening meal and you may kiss her good night. But she will come with me."
            "A handful of hours. Is that so much to ask?"
            "It will displease your mother, the Queen." He sighs, defeated and exasperated.
            "Vaenn, my heart, you must put your dress back on." You do not his your pout as you bring the dress back up and clasp it. Loki lets the door fall open and stalks angrily away.
             The lady in waiting bows to you. "Lady Vaenn, I be so honored to accompany you this night."
            "Where are we going?"
            "To another room. Traditionally, the groom and the bride have not lain together before their vows but this is a unique situation. Queen Frigga has decided that you will simply spend tonight apart. So that it might inspire lust in the marriage bed."
            You sigh. "Very well."
            Loki's smirk is not a pleasant one. "Happy dreams, my love."
            You follow behind the elder lady's footsteps, brows furrowed in annoyance. You done the deed, you were pregnant, it's that simple.
            But, you thought of your soon to be mother in law; she gone out of her way to make everything perfect.
            You also weren't afraid of Hel slitting your throat any longer. Your former queen wanted her father to be somewhat happy. Even if it meant killing you to avoid a child being punished just for being HIS.
            You felt a headache forming along your temples, your hands massaging them gently.
            "Are you feeling well, my lady?" Your escort asked.
            "I'm alright. Just somewhat fatigued," you straighten, steps a bit stronger, "I may lay down before the evening meal."
            "That is a good option, my lady," she opens the door for you, "I will come and collect you before then."
            You don't argue, the little women wasn't fazed by Loki's anger, it wouldn't change with yours.
            You shuffle towards the bed, flopping onto the mattress.
            'Loki?'
            'Yes?'
            Your eyes close, 'come to me?'
            'Already there.'
            He holds your dream self in bed, caressing your back. You both were naked, warm air touching your bodies.
            "It isn't the same," you say, tracing circles on his chest, "I miss being in your arms."
            "I agree, my love," his lips touch your brow, "but I won't deny my mother. She cares for my happiness."
            "So does Hel."
            He leans back, "what?"
            "She only wanted to kill me so our child wouldn't be punished for being yours." You look him in the eye, "is it that hard to think your own daughter has a heart?"
            He holds your gaze for a bit, lost in thought.
            "I'm glad you came to the temple," you say, watching as he focused on you.
            His smile is small, but full of love, "so am I."
            His lips press to yours, gentle in its giving.
            You pull back, bitting your lip, your hand travels along his stomach. "I have an idea of what we could try."
            His eyebrow rises a tick, "I'm listening."
            You stand by the pillar and face it. "Now raise your arms above your head." You do as he says. His large hands are surprisingly gentle as he binds your wrists together then to the pillar. Those hands caress your arms, then your proffered breasts and down your ribs. "I am one lucky frost giant." He leans down and kisses the swell of your ass. "Know that if you want to stop. You need back say stop."
            "Yes, my love." You swallow, looking back over your shoulder as his hands knead your plump flesh. The first smack is light, followed by the cool caress of his hand. He smacks the other cheek a bit harder. Your squeak twists his lips into a smile. He smacks your ass, cheek to cheek, smack then caress, harder and harder. You turn your face into your arm then bite the flesh. It finally becomes too much.
            "Enough!"
            He takes your chin in his hand and turns you to face him. His thumb wipes away the tears.
            "Have I hurt you?
            "A little."
            "Did you like it?"
            "Yes." He reaches between your legs and finds you soaked.
            "My heart, your nectar is running down your legs." His breath is tight with restraint. He doesn't wait for a response. He presses you roughly into the pillar, nudging your thighs apart with his knee. He takes you swiftly, making you cry out. His hands hold your hips, easily wrapping around. His groan is one of utter need. Holding you still with one hand, he parts your folds to rub your clit.
            "Oh gods."
            It isn't long before you're both moaning and shaking with your release. "Now rest. And tomorrow we are wed."
            Asgard was a flurry of activity, final preparations for the wedding were in full swing.
            And you were suffering from your first bout of morning sickness.
            You woke with the headache still plaguing your disposition, something you could handle on most days. But a quick swinging of your legs over the side had you dashing to the lavatory, expelling last night's meal.
            You sank back, shaking body curling up slightly as you caught your breath.
            You hear a knock on your door, "Vaenn? Vaenn, are you decent?" It was Frigga tapping upon the door.
            You spat the foul taste in your mouth into the toilet. "Yes," you reply weakly.
             She comes breezing in, her handmaidens following behind, setting up your room to get you started for the wedding.
            You get up slowly, leaning heavily upon the door. Your first one wasn't this bad, you realize. But then again, you were thrown into a loop within a short month. Frigga comes to stand in front of you, "today is the day! Everything is about ready. All we have to do now is get you prepped. Vaenn?" Her hand touches your shoulder, "are you doing alright?"
            You nod, your queeziness slowly subsiding, "I'll be fine."
            People packed the Grand Hall. And as you look out from the balcony, you can see them crowded in front of the palace and lined up the main thorough fare. Your nerves begin to crest again and you feel nauseous. With a sigh, you turn away, the dress flowing with you. Nervously, you pace the room. Your slippered feet make no sound. The handkerchief you twist between your hands gives a slight protest.
            "Vaenn, you should sit. Calm yourself."
            "There is just so many people." The lady in waiting touches your shoulder.
            "This is the first royal wedding in some of their lifetimes. Both Loki's first marriage and Thor's were long ago. This is a big to do. For some, it's the only one they'll witness." You nod but it does nothing to ease the frantic beating of your heart and the roiling of your belly. "It will be over shortly and you will have your prince." Again you nod, swallowing a wave of anxiety.

There is a knock at the door. The lady in waiting goes to answer it. "Everything is ready."
            You begin taking calming deep breaths. The lady in waiting covers your face with the veil and gives you a single moon flower. She leads you down a long hall and then into the grand hall, leaving you to make the walk yourself. Odin sits upon on a throne on a dias. Loki stans to one side, looking positively breath taking in green and gold, his horned helm upon his midnight locks. You feel your body clench. This man is mine forever. Thor stands to his immediate side, awash in red and black with his winged helm upon his head. You scan the crowd and find Hel, dour in her cloak and without her entourage.
            Frigga stands on the opposite side. You smile behind the veil. Your mother in law is absolutely stunning in amber. She looks like a shimmering ball of sunshine. With Odin being a black and grey blight of sorrow in the center. As you mount the dias, Odin stands and Loki steps forward. He leans in and pushes back your veil. Taking the moon flower from your trembling hands, he tucks it behind your ear. You feel a slight prick and flinch. Loki frowns. 'Something wrong, my heart?'
            You shake your head. 'The stem pricked me is all.' As Odin begins to speak, you feel unbearably warm, tingles radiating out into your limbs. Bright stars form at the edge of your vision. Your hands tremor but this is only nerves and the baby, right? Loki speaks to you, awaiting a response but you haven't heard him. It sounds as if your head is under water.
            "My love?" Your voice breathy and light. The strength in your legs gives out and you fall to the side. Loki catches you before you hit. The crowd gasps.
            "It is alright." Odin's voice booms. "Merely overcome by this day."
            "Vaenn?" He sees the blood drop behind your ear. His eyes narrow as he looks around. The lady in waiting runs up. "You! Where did this flower come from?" He brandishes it like a knife, tone dripping with lethality.
            "My Prince, Queen Hel. As a blessing to the wedding and a gift to the bride."

Loki screams in rage. Your breath becomes shallow. "Hel!" The seat that Hel occupied is empty.

The healer drops to your side. Even through your strange skin color, she can see a deathly pallor.
            "My Prince, we must work quickly."
            "She is with child."
            "Then there is no time to spare."
            Loki hurriedly scoops you into his arms, sweeping his helm completely off his head.
            "Loki?" You breathe, your chest clenches painfully.
            "Hush, Vaenn." He holds your head against his chest, following the healer out of the Grand Hall. He is practically flying behind her, intent on getting you to the infirmary.
            The guests are frantic, scared of what happened.
            "Loki?" You bit back a cry, pain overpowering every move Loki took.
            "Just hold on, just hold on," he clutches you tighter, finally entering the infirmary.
            "On the soul forge!" The healer demands.
            He places you upon the soul forge, her hands working fast on the controls. You writhe in agony, held back screams causing your throat to grow sore. Loki is frantic, "we don't have time for the soul forge! She has been poisoned!"
            The healer twists the controls, your body's image suspended above you. A writhing mass of a black substance worked it's way through your veins. It so far was traveling along your arms, already entering your heart, it wouldn't take long for it to cause harm to the baby.
            "What is it?" Frigga said, she too followed, eyeing the image.
            "Poison from your granddaughter, my queen."
            She frowns, "I know of the antidote. Quickly, now!"
            The two of them work fast, mixing together the antidote with skilled fingers. Tears leak from your eyes, back bowing so far back, you hear your spine crack in the stretching. Loki's hand is clapped around yours, his grip painful.
            "Stay with me, Vaenn. Stay with me!" He pleads.
            You could hardly breathe, trying hard not to pass out.
            You realize how much of a fool you were, thinking Hel would forgive and forget, letting you marry her father, give her a younger sibling. She was intent on taking you out.
            Your eyes squeeze shut, concentrating on staying awake.
            You were loosing.
            "Hurry! Hurry! Now!"
            The healer takes your arm, sticking a needle in and plunging the antidote into your fiery veins. You scream again, body thrashing. It was the most painful thing you ever endured.
            Your eyes roll back as you passed out.
            You open your eyes. This is not Loki's dream world. It's not the waking world. "Loki?"
            No answer. "Hello? Anyone?" No answer. You look around.
            A delicate hand touches your shoulder. "Vaenn."
            You turn to a mirror image of yourself. "Who-?"
            "Oh my child." She touches your hair. "You made a lovely bride. Your father was in attendance."
            "My-? Wait. How do you know these things?"
            "Sweet girl, do you not know your mother?" You hesitate a moment then throw your arms around her. She wraps hers around you. "Oh sweet girl. I have missed you."
            "How are you here?"
            "In this world? It's an in between. I am either here or Valhalla." She holds you at arms length. "Vaenn, you have a choice to make. The antidote did not work. The poison was too far gone. You must chose. Yourself or your child."
            "We have only just conceived."
            "Magick works in mysterious ways. You would be given until the babe is born then you would die in childbirth. If you pick yourself, you will awake but you will miscarry. The cost is a life, my sweet girl. And the cost must be paid."
            "Is there no third option? I cannot pick myself. But it is so unfair to pick my child and never get to know it. And to leave Loki."
            "A pain I know, daughter." She runs your arms then stops as if listening to something.
            "Half a life from you. Half a life from your child. However long you are destined to life, it will be halved. Same as the child."
            "I have made my choice."
            "Farewell, daughter. See you soon."
            You open your eyes. The dim light is harsh. Loki holds one of your hands in both of his. His hair has fallen to either side of his face. You take a breath that comes as a gasp. His head snaps up. Emerald eyes reddened by tears find you.
            "Vaenn?" You struggle to move. "Mother! Adalia! Come quick! She's awake! She's alive!" He leans over you, kissing your lips and face. "You have come back to me." Silent tears track his alabaster skin. His body shakes but there is no sound.
            "Of course I came back," your breath is shallow, voice hardly above a whisper. Your hand cups his face, feeling the tears he shed.
            You feel more of your own spill from your eyes.
            "Loki, it didn't work," you say, biting your lip, "the antidote failed."
            His head bows down, his shoulders sagged as more of his sorrow made itself known. You clutch him close as his arm wraps tightly about your torso.
            "How long?"
            You sniff back your tears, "until the baby is born. I will die in childbirth; same as my mother."
            "I just found you again," his grip is unrelenting, his body wracked with his sobs, "I can't let you die without trying to save you."
            "There might be a way," someone said.
            Loki eases back on his grip, Frigga and the healer, Adalia, are standing vigil at the base of your bed. The All Mother watches the two of you with troubled eyes.
            "Is it possible?" You question her, trying to quell the rising hope that rose in your chest.
            "All things are possible, Vaenn," she stepped closer, sitting upon the bed carefully. "Hel is well versed in poison and how to inflict it discreetly. But even a death sentence can be reversed."
            "How?" Loki looks at her, he hasn't let go of you.
            Frigga raises her hand, the box from your temple lay in her palm. "This might have some answers."
            "I believe that belongs to me." An unfamiliar voice intrudes. Loki looks up at the man. His skin is deep burgundy like yours but he wears a warrior's tattoo.
            "And who are you?"
            "Loki, this is Vaenn's father."
            "Prince Loki, daughter, I am Braman of Vanaheim." He turns to Frigga. "If I may, Queen Frigga." She holds it out to him and he plucks it from her palm like a delicate fruit.
            Loki helps you to sit up then leans you against him. His hands smooth your hair and your arms, as if he needs to keep touching you. "I hope you were planning on presenting yourself to me after the wedding."
            "I had intended to. With the Temple gone, there are few of us left. And I long to know you, daughter." He looks down at the box in his hand to hide a deep sorrow that takes him. His fingers trace the intricate markings. The box unlatches and opens up like a three dimensional puzzle, turns and fits back together in a different pattern. Braman open the box and takes out a vile.
            "I gave this to your mother. She was supposed to drink it before she gave birth to your sister. It might have saved her had she done so."
            "What is it?"
            "The blood of a god. A god older than any known to our world. On Midgard, the Romans called them titans."
            "Why are giving it to me?"
            Braman takes the liberty of sitting next to you on the bed. "I drank the blood of Chronos when I was a young man. In the course of my life, I have loved many but none more than your mother. Had many children. I was the first of our people." He looks at the way Loki holds you. "I see the love in you that I shared with your mother. I cannot let that end because of vindictive lover."
            You both startle. "I know this is a great deal to process. And I feel as if I am rambling.
            Nerves, I would care to say." He glances at Frigga. "If you drink the blood, you will live potentially forever." Loki frowns.
            "I remember Braman attending my wedding to the Allfather, Loki. He has changed a day."
            "The price that you will pay, daughter. You will watch all you love grow old and die. You will watch eternity pass while you remain."
            He places the vial in your hand. "May I think on it?"
            "Of course. I have rented rooms within Asgard for a fortnight. You are welcome at any time. We have much to discuss. As do you and your husband." Braman leans and kisses your forehead. He stands then nods to Loki, Frigga and the healer Adalia. You clutch the vial in your hand and curl your body toward Loki. His arms envelope you.
            The three of them silently exit, the door clicking behind them to leave the two of you in the quiet of your shared quarters. You twirl the vial betwixt your fingers, it was unnaturally cold.
            You very calmly placed the vial upon the bedside table, unwilling to think about your inevitable demise.
            Instead, you swung your leg over Loki's waist and very slowly brought your lips to his. You let them do the talking; so soft and pliable against his own.
            He returned with fervor, clutching your waist against his, his fingers traveling along your thighs.
            You wanted him to forget for at least a little while; you unfastened your dress, pulling it over your head. You were completely nude underneath, body completely willing for him to take you.
            Loki's lips worship your heaving breast, sucking your nipples gently. Your back arches, feeling his harness tenting his trousers between your legs. He could hardly keep his hands stationery; they touched every curve of your body, memorizing every inch, every breath.
            Whatever he could touch, his fingers ghosted.
            You let your own fingers undo the many ties of his tunic, then trousers. He didn't claim you roughly like those other times; he relished in the softness of your body. He sat propped upon the headboard, letting you align yourself with his member, sliding down with a groan. You rolled your hips, him sliding so fully into your sensitive core. He held your hips as you did so, those green eyes taking in your every moan, every slide of your body along his cock.
            When you came, he latched upon your mouth, drinking in your cries. You shivered as he leaned over, laying you down on the bed. He began thrusting anew, a slow, languid push that brushed your g-spot with every pull of his tip. The intimacy, the intensity had you pulling him closer, your body responding even stronger than the last, your walls milking Loki's member until his head craned back, hips bucking as he spurted hard into your womb.
                His lips are over yours as you trembled, holding you tightly.

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