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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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            Loki watches you sleep. His fingertips ghost over your hair and cheek bone, you lips and chin. He lightly traces your collarbone and between your breasts. He moves those fingertips down your arm. Gods, he loved you. Lost to him for far too long, now that he'd found you, he'd do anything to keep you. Your eyes flutter open.
            "Morning, my heart."
            "Morning, my love." You snuggle until his chest. "Are you going hunting with Thor and Fandral?"
            "Yes, but for now, I am going to hold my wife and fall in and out of sleep until I am summoned."
            You take a deep breath and sigh it out. "That sounds absolutely lovely."
            "Dream with me," you say, a sleepy smile on your face.
          You knew the chances of Hel finding you are limited thanks to the blood magic Loki performed. You craved his touch, and the only way you could get it was in your dreams.
            He sighs, holding you tighter, "alright, my sweet."
            The dream came around, Loki sat upon Odin's throne, legs splayed wide. He was in his full armour, helm and all. You were dressed in your wedding dress, complete with veil. In the dream, you were not pregnant.
            "I haven't properly done what was expected when we were married," Loki says, nodding his head back for you to come to him.
            You smile demurely, lifting the skirt as you accended the dias. You stop just short of him, twitching your hips, undulating them seductively. You pull at the laces of your corset, feeling it loosen at your touch, and let it slip to the floor. You turned around, hands working on the other ties of your dress, gyrating your hips, bending over and slowly returning to your full height.
             Youl Loki's hand on your ass, which you smack away. His growl echoed through the hall.
             You finished with the ties, your dress loose on your body. You let it fall about your feet, covering your breasts with your arms. A thin pair of lacy panties were the only thing covering your otherwise nude form.
            You turn around, shaking your hips some more, before letting your arms drop, Loki's eyes are lustful as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
            You straddle his thighs, feeling a coolness along your soaked panties.
            You play with his hair, his lips going for that sweet spot behind your ear. You hum in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his armoured body against your supple, soft one. Your hands rise to grasp the helms curving horns as he dipped lower to your heaving breasts. He pushes them together, sucking both your nipples into his mouth. Your head fell back, your hips rutting against his on their own. A moan escapes you, his hand dipping under your panties and began rubbing your clit. His fingers then hooked the fabric of your panties, ripping them completely off.
            You pout, "that was unnecessary."
            He nipped your breast and you forgot anything else.
            He magiced the rest of his clothes off, but kept the helmet on, allowing you to grasp it's golden surface.
            You raise yourself, scooting closer as his member stood at attention. You tease the tip along your soaking folds, sliding down. You both groaned, joining so fully, so right.
            You begin to slide on him, using his helmet as leverage, bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts. His hands cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you moan louder.
            You could feel yourself nearing the precipice, your mouth hanging open, sounds of pleasure escaping with each thrust.
            "Loki," your grip tightens.
            "Come for me," he growls, grasping your hips, thrusting harder.
            "Loki, Loki, LokiLokiLokiLOKILOKI!!!!!!!"
            You scream, back arching, your orgasm making everything in your body highly sensitized. Loki clenches under you, then spilled with a grunt, his eyes rolling back.
            He continued to thrust gently, curling your hair behind your ear.
            "Turn around, love." You both groan as you slide off him. He pulls you back onto his lap and onto his cock, wrapping his legs around yours and spreading them wide. You reach up again and grab the horns, using them for leverage. Your body undulates against his thrusts, each one hitting your sweet spot and driving you higher. His lips and teeth mark your ear and your neck.
            One of his hands cups your breast to pinch your nipple. The other reaches between your legs to tease your clit. It's all too much for your senses and your cum screaming his name, pulling hard on the horns. Your body milks him but only pushes him closer. The hand between your legs moves to wrap around your waist. He holds your body tight against his and pounds into you until he finds his release. You lay back against him.
            "I love dreams with you but I would like nothing more than to do this upon the throne for real."
            "Your father would hate you more and your mother would not only disapprove but be disappointed."
            Loki traces circles over your abdomen and breasts, teasing the nipples into hard peaks. "Were it not for my mother, I would take you away from here. We could go to Vanaheim or hide in Midgard."
            "My love, where is all this coming from?" You turn so you can his aristocratic profile. The cheekbones and sharp nose.
            He looks down at you. "My three eldest were essentially banished from me. One son killed another. Why shouldn't I worry about the safety of the twins? Especially when their half sister holds a blood grudge against you and them."
            You turn more fully in his lap. "All will be well, love."
            "You are more positive than I." He rests his head against yours.
            "Someone has to be," you tease, kissing him fully.
            His tongue parts your lips, making you moan.
            He hums back, "you little minx." His arm cradles you closer. "How would you like to sit on the throne?"
            He picks you up, turning you so you sat on the throne, Loki situating himself between your legs.
            "Oh!" You giggle, relaxing into the deep seat. "I feel...hmm...exquisite."
            You prop your head in your hand, assessing your husband kneeling before you.
            You tug on his helmet, "if I'm playing queen, where is my crown?"
            "How thoughtless of me," he says, twining his hands, creating an ornate silver diadem, placing it upon your head. It was light, falling strands of silvery chains decorated the back, curling amongst your dark locks.
            "And what is your request, my queen?" He queries, fingers caressing your thigh.
            You bite your finger as if in thought, slouching a little, opening your legs a little more.
            "You could please me. I haven't had enough."
            Oh, his look was delicious. He pushes your legs further apart, lips kissing your inner thigh.
            Loki nips the bend of your leg at your hip. You yip and scoot back. "Oh no no no, my Queen." He wraps his arms around your thighs and jerks you forward to the edge of the seat. Your body bends in an arc as you hold onto the back of the throne. His tongue assaults your moist folds drawing a line up your slit. He presses it flat against your clit, drawing a groan from you. Sucking your nub between his lips, he plunges two slender fingers deep inside you. Your gasping breath barks out into the throne room. You push your hips forward, begging for more but he clamps down, holding you in place. You release the the throne only to grab a handful of his hair and pull him hard against you. He devours your clit and labia, licking and sucking until you're screaming his name.
            "Cum, my heart." He curls those fingers against your sweet spot. Blinding light flashes in your eyes as you're thrown over the edge of release.
            "Now for something wholly new, my lovely." In your lucidity, he flips you over. You instinctively grip the back of the throne. He dips his fingers into your juices then teases the tips over your anus. You suck in a breath.
            "I have never-"
            "I know, my love. I will go slow."
            He slips a single finger in, shuddering at how tight you are. He works it back and forth and in circles before adding a second. His breath quickens as you reflexively tighten around his fingers. "Shhh, relax, my heart."
   "I am trying." Your spine coils in a spike of desire. He pumps those fingers in and out.
            "Vaenn. You must relax. I do not want to hurt you." He places the head of his cock at your sensitive muscle ring and slowly pushes forward. You both begin to shake with effort, his to control, yours to relax. Loki's breath comes quickly. "I will not last. You must touch yourself. Bring your release."
            "Yes, my love." His thrusts are slow and controlled until your body relaxes around him. He rests his forehead against your back, wrapping his arms around to grab your breasts. You slip your fingers into your folds, using your juices to lubricate your clit. You groan, drowning in whole new sensations. You cry out in sudden release. Loki grunts, setting his teeth to your flesh. True to his word, he doesn't last long.
            The room shimmers around you and you're in bed. He curls his body around yours, resting his hands on your pregnant belly. "I love you."
            "I love you, Loki." Sleep claims you both.
            A light knock resounded upon the door, followed by it opening slowly.
            "Brother?" Thor's head peaked in, "we are just about ready to head out."
            You feel Loki's arms lift carefully away from your body. "Alright. I didn't expect you to collect me, Thor."
            You snuggle deeper into the comforter, eyes opening slightly, "hmm. He comes to take you hunting, husband."
            "Aye," Thor smiles, stepping further into the room, "and I wanted to see my sister."
            You smiled right back, "the great Thor comes to check his sister-in-law. Oh the stories people will tell."
            "Vann, hush." Loki scold playfully.
            Thor kneels by the bedside, taking your hand. He looks you over with kind eyes.
            "You are looking well, sister. I miss seeing you on the grounds."
            "It won't be long until two little ones will be joining us." Your hand caresses your belly, "I can only imagine how much you will spoil them."
            His laughter is booming, "I and mother will be responsible for doing so." He pats your hand, getting up. "I will see you on the grounds, Loki."
            Loki nods, rubbing your shoulder. You hear the door click shut and Loki kissed your cheek.
            "Will you be alright while I am gone?" He asks you softly.
            "I should be. Although I am slowly going out of my mind with this whole bed rest thing."
            He chuckled, "you have no idea." He takes your lips with his, "it will only be for two nights. Any trouble and I will be back in a flash."
            "You be safe," you say.
            "And to you, love. You and the twins."
            Consumed by boredom, you decide to see if anything has changed with your power. You have a stew rabbit brought to you.
            "Forgive me, little one." Holding it by the scruff, you snap it's fragile leg. It gives a scream and tries to bite you but you tighten your grip on its neck. With a calm breath, you draw the poor thing's suffering into you, swallowing the short burst of power. The rabbit falls contented in your hand, the pain gone from its broken leg. You had begun to wonder if Braman gained the power to draw suffering from drinking the titan's blood, perhaps you could inflict it since you drank it. You hadn't absorbed suffering since Loki was shot with arrow meant for you. You grip the rabbit tightly and shove the suffering back into it. It's scream draws the guards into the room. You snap it's neck, a troubled frown upon your face.
            "See that this poor creature is prepared for my dinner. I caused its death."
            "Yes, my lady."
            You play with the hem of your gown. You touch lightly on Loki's mind. 'Love?'
            'Something wrong, my heart?'
            'There has been a development.'
            'Do I need to return? We are just outside the city proper.'
            'No, but I will show you when you return.'
            'Should I be concerned?'
            'No, I think I might have found a solution to our plight with Hel.'
            'Very well. Shall we meet in dreams tonight?'
            'No, my prince. I wish to rest up.'
            'Sweet dreams, my heart.'
            Your eyes flutter shut as he drifts away. You sigh, stretching your back gently. The pain in your lower back diminished for the moment as you leaned back on the pillows.
            You think about the rabbit, now probably being prepared for a stew. Pushing the suffering back into the poor thing was harder than pulling it into your body. You and your people were practitioners of taking the suffering into yourselves, no one else ever dared to do such complex magic. Nor has anyone ever tried to shove it back into the ones who needed to be eased.

Your hands curved over the twins growing inside you. Would that effect them if you could use such power against Hel? Magic and easing the suffering of others was never placed upon the pregnant mothers. The consequences of doing so could harm the child. And with two nearing the due date, who knew what damage might be instilled on them.
            One of them kicked, you rubbed the spot slightly, "soon, my darlings. Very soon."
            You slip your feet into the slippers next to the bed. Your feet make no sound as you grab your cloak, pulling it about you and the cowl up over your head. You duck through the tapestry into the nursery, creeping out the hall door. The guards are chatting quietly paying you no mind. You make your way quickly to the Bifrost.
            "My lady, this is most unusual."
            "Heimdall, open the Bifrost to Hel."
            "Do you think that is wise? Are you not supposed to be in bed? You are clearly quite heavy with child."
            "Do you have children?" He nods. "Would you do anything to protect them?" He nods. "Then you know why I am here. Open the Bifrost."
            "Yes, my lady."
            You walk through the opening and into the familiar throne room. Heimdall knew exactly what you were doing. You felt the twins stir inside you. They'd been moving and growing constantly. It wouldn't be long before they arrived and the dull pain in your lower back was testament to that.
            Your slippered feet carry you silently to the Queen's chambers. The lack of guards was not unusual. No visitors meant that the guards were useless. The queen didn't need protection from corpses she could control.

            Heimdall pulls Loki and Thor through the Bifrost. Loki frowns and looks around. Thor gets right to the point. "Heimdall, why have you summoned us?"
            "The Lady Vaenn has gone to Hel."
            "What?!" In unison.
            "You let her go?!" Thor seizes Loki's arm.
            "My princes, I was not under any command to prevent her leaving. I tried to talk her out of it."
            "Where is she? Open the Bifrost."
            "She is in the Queen's chambers. I cannot send you there. Old magics but I can send you to the throne room as I did her."
            "Do it." Loki checks what weapons he has then he and Thor run through.
            Hel feels another life in the room. She whirls up from her prone position, brandishing the dagger from under her pillow.
            "You? You dare!" You don't flinch as she darts at you. "You should be dead. That poison is fatal."
            "I should be. But I am blessed with a father who knows boundless love. Much like you. But I chose to embrace his love not resent it."
            "You are an insolent child! Know your place and die!"
            Loki and Thor run in as Hel plunges her blade into your breast. You sputter blood into her face.
            "Vaenn! NO!"
            You grab the sides of Hel's head and shove the suffering into her. She shrieks and writhes and digs the blade in further, seeking your heart. You both make inhuman sounds.
            Thor grabs Hel and pulls her back and away, laying her on the floor. She catterwalls and convulses. Loki lays you on the floor as you collapse.
            "No, Vaenn, no. What have you done?" His hands hover over the blade. Black heart blood wells from the wound. Bright red trickles steadily from your mouth.
            "Pull it out."
            "But you will bleed out."
            Shaking your head, you swallow only to cough the blood into Loki's face. "No. I will not. Pull it out."
            "Vaenn-"
            "Do it! Now Loki!" He carefully takes the blade then jerks it out. He tears the dress, exposing your breasts.
            The wound knits itself. "Help me up."
            "Vaenn, the babies."
            You level him with a stare. One he has not seen before. Hard and passionate, not unlike his own when the madness takes him. He frowns deeper yet helps you up. You tower over Hel's gasping figure.
            "Know this, Hel of Hel, daughter of Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, if you come near me and mine again, your suffering will be endless. If Loki wishes to see you, that is his right and purogative as your father. I will not keep him from you. But you face will never again darken my presence or my dreams or any children Loki and I bear. Or I will return and nothing will save you."
            Your face twists in pain as you turn away from her. Thor lifts her and lays her back upon her bed. You take a few steps before you double over, your water breaking in hot gush. "Loki!" You seize his hand as he rushes to your side. "They're coming." He gathers you up into his arms. Thor joins him as they rush from the room. Heimdall opens the Bifrost and brings you back to Asgard.
            "Hold on, Vaenn." The contractions wrack your body. "Thor, get Adalia. The twins come."
            Thor spins Mjollnir before both he and the hammer are flying through the falling light. You try to focus on his quickly diminishing form, but another contraction shoots through you. Your grip tightens on Loki's leather tunic, the pain pressing in your pelvis.
            "Calm, Vaenn. Focus on your breathing," he says, he was at a full sprint by the time you both were over the Bifrost.
            Your eyes squeeze shut, an agonized cry escaping your lips. But you did just that; it was so uncomfortable, the pain didn't lessen.
            You saw the golden towers of the palace between the buildings you were flying past. Stunned onlookers watched as the second in line for the throne ran hell bent with his pregnant wife, covered in blood.
            The moment you both enter the gates, handmaidens and Adalia rushed to your side. You clutched your stomach, letting a moan escape your chest.
            "Hurry! To their bed chambers," she shouts, leading you both at a steady pace, "get everything ready! We have done this before!"
            You blank out for a second, but come around to see you were back in your chambers.
            Women were scuttling back and forth, preparing for the twins to be born. They weren't greenhorns, all have had their fare share of delivering little ones, theirs or others.
            Loki very gently sets you upon the bed, pushing back your sweaty bangs.
            "Loki," you cringe, gripping his hand tightly, "stay. Please."
            He nods, letting a handmaid remove your ruined dress and cloak. She then places a clean sheet over your otherwise bare body. You instinctively widen your thighs, feeling the pressure to push grow.
            Adalia checks on you in one of the lulls between contractions, then runs her hands over your belly.
            She directs Loki to sit at your back, one to be out of the way of the others and two, to support your body once you begin to deliver.
            You lean back, back to his chest, his legs bracketing your shaking ones.
            "Your doing wonderful, my Vaenn," he says, kissing your sweating temple, you moan again. You grip his hand, relaxing when the contraction passed.
            Adalia came by again, "you are ready, my lady." She situated herself, hands near your entrance, "now, push!"
            The palace waits on baited breath. Your screams of pain echo the halls. Adalia had never seen so much blood during childbirth. Your skin took on an ashen tone.
            Loki mops your sweaty brow. Your body trembles between contractions and the need to push. One baby had been born, solid black with Jotun red eyes. A boy who's first cry into the world broke glass. The second baby's shoulders seemed to be stuck. Your pushing did not work.
            "My Prince, you might want to step out."
            "No." You cling to his hands. His body tightens around yours.
            "No, my heart wishes me to stay."
            "Then you must gird yourself for what I must do." Adalia takes the bit from another midwife. "Vaenn, hold this between your teeth." You let her place it between your teeth. "This will hurt." Adalia works her hand up the birth canal to feel the baby's shoulders. She attempts to turn the baby but to no avail. You scream into the bit. Loki smooths your sweat drenched hair.
            "You are almost there. You are doing wonderfully."
            "Vaenn. Listen carefully. The baby is stuck and not moving. Before we cut you open, I would like to break your pelvic bone. To see if that little difference will help."
            You nod. Breathless and terrified, Loki holds you almost painfully tight. "Do it."

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the pain. You feel the bone snap, the muscles protest. White pain flashes through you. Your shriek is only slightly muffled by the bit. The gap created by the break frees the baby's shoulders.
            "The baby is free. Next contraction, push." You do as instructed. "The head is crowning, my lady. Just a few more pushes. You are doing marvelous."
            Your chest heaves with exhaustion and effort. One push, the baby's head comes through. Two more pushes and the shoulders are free. "It's a girl, your majesties." Adalia holds her up, her skin is violet color. A mix of your burgundy and Loki's true blue Jotun. Her black eyes seek you out. She doesn't scream but her whimper is pitiful.
            You spit out the bit. "Make sure she is alright."
            "Of course, my lady. The hand maidens will attend to the prince and princess. I must attend to you. You have lost a great deal of blood."
             "She will be fine. We will rest here while you prepare the children." Loki turns your head up to his. "I bow to your strength, my wife. I fear were it not for the titan's blood, you would have left me." He kisses you deeply.
            "Aye," you whisper, exhaustion covering your entire body, "they were not easy to carry."
            He rocks you gently as your body pushes out the rest of the birth, Adalia adamant in checking you carefully. The titan's blood helped greatly; death would have greeted you at this point, even if you haven't been poisoned earlier.
            Your head turns lazily to the side, watching the handmaidens clean up your children. You intently watch your daughter, who has yet to cry out.
            You feel tears at the corners of your eyes. "Cry for me, little one. Please cry for me. Let me know you are alright."
            You grip Loki tightly, his own gaze intent on his daughter.
            You then hear it; a wailing cry that sounded like a healthy baby. You shudder in relief, listening to her cry alongside with her brother.
            Loki kisses your forehead, "they are alive and healthy, my love. They live!"
            Two handmaidens pick up the newest members of the royal family, carefully setting your son in your arms, your daughter in Loki's. A huge smile forms on your lips as you gaze at them.
            Your son quieted, fingers clasping at the sheet over you, eyes blinking slowly. His skin, what you thought was black as the void was actually iridescent; a shimmering of all sorts of colors befell upon his baby soft skin. You caressed his cheek, he was so warm.
            Your baby girl watched from Loki's arms, her fussy baby noises more subdued than her brother's. Her skin was a beautiful shade of violet, like that one would only see when the sun sets. Her hand reached out from her swaddled form.
            "Oh, my precious darlings," you touched her cheek, she too was warm. "Oh, I have waited for you both for a long time."
            You brought your lips to her cheek, fluttering kisses upon her violet skin. You did the same to your son, he snuggled against your breast.
            You and Loki look down into the cribs. "Kara is the most lovely mix of us both, my heart. They will sing songs of her beauty."
            "Hakon puzzles me. Save for your eyes, he must have been the most affected by the titan's blood."
            Loki turns you in his arms. "We have made wonderful children, my wife."
            A soft knock draws door attention. "Loki, Vaenn, you have visitors." You step out of the nursery and into your chambers. There was no identification of the bloody mess it had been a few short hours ago.
            "Fenrir! Jormungandr!" Loki throws his arms and the avatars of his sons.
            "Father." They nod to you. "Vaenn."
            Fenrir takes your hand in his soft paw-like hand. "I am pleased to meet you. And my brother and sister." He lifts your hand to his lips but instead of kissing it, he licks your knuckles. Jormungandr does the same.
            "Stepmother." He kisses your knuckles, scenting you with his forked tongue. "May happiness find this family."
            Loki leads the group of you into the nursery. The proud father lifts his boy from the cradle. "Hakon. High son." Fenrir and Jormungandr are surprisingly affectionate with their newborn brother. You feel a hand on your shoulder. Frigga wraps her arm around your waist and lays her head against yours. You both watch as Loki hands Hakon off to Fenrir and lifts Kara from her cradle. "Kara, the wild stormy one."
            You look over your happy family. All the love in Asgard wells up in your chest. It had been Hel to get here but you couldn't be happier. There was no way tell what the future held but you knew you could face anything with Loki by your side.

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