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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7
"Now I see why you've said this is dull. I appreciate your magic all the more now."
"As do I," Loki agreed into his mug.
Dyre almost jumped as a presence sat next to her, and she visibly paled when she turned to see Odin. "G-good evening, my lord." She inclined her head.
"Dyre, it's very nice to see you again. I hope you found the accommodations to your liking."
She nodded. "Yes, I did. I am very grateful that you are allowing me to stay. I cannot thank you enough."
"Your mother and yourself have helped me more times than I can count in the past. It is about time I do the same for you. I am sending a messenger to your home in the morning to ask for Andren's presence here. You will not have to see him," he added to her concerned features, "but I need to know what has happened to him. He is one of my best hunters. I can't have him acting like this with his drinking. He could get someone killed."
She inclined her head once more. "Thank you again, my king."
Odin smiled. "Enjoy your night, Dyre. Everything will be taken care of." He turned his attention to Frigga on his right, ceasing the conversation.
She looked to her left, seeing Loki staring at his mug, deep in thought. "If you want it to refill, you need to use the pitcher."
He seemed to come back to the present. "Yes, of course." He poured himself another drink as she picked at some of the fruit on the table, not in the mood for a heavy meal.
She frowned at his actions, but didn't get a chance to say anything before Thor drunkenly challenged Loki to a drinking match. She was surprised when he actually accepted. Thor handed him a large mug filled to the brim with strong ale, and held one for himself. The nobles cheered on the brothers as they both knocked back the mugs, seeing who could finish the brew first.
Thor was the first to slam the empty stein on the wood table, throwing his fists in the air in victory. Loki frowned at his remaining few sips, though shrugged and finished it anyway while the crowd roared for its victorious prince. Thor clapped his brother on the shoulder. "A fine match, dear brother. You did well in keeping up! I thought you did not like the game. I expected you to decline."
Loki shrugged. "Things change. For instance…" He looked to Dyre, a grin taking over his face. "Would you care to dance, Dyre?"
She almost choked on the wine she had found. She wasn't given enough time to answer before he led her down from the table and brought her to the floor. He bowed like a gentleman and she curtsied in response before leading her into another sort of waltz. "What are you playing at?" she asked.
"I'm trying to give us an excuse to get out of here," he muttered. "Play along."
"And where will we go from here?"
"It's a secret." He spun her and pulled her back. "Though I must know before we leave, have I made a connection?"
She studied him for a moment, wondering what he was talking about. When it hit her, she immediately blushed. The alcohol made her tongue a bit looser. "You always had one. I… just needed to see how much you changed."
"And? Have I changed much?"
She looked at his face, and for the briefest moments, she saw him as a boy again. He retained his mischievous smile, one that suited him well whenever he did it. When he was excited about something he thoroughly enjoyed, his eyes lit up and could always make her smile. He was different physically, that much was for certain. They both were. Mentally, he had matured in his own way. "To me, you haven't changed for the bad, despite what Fandral tried to have me believe."
She could see him try to fight with himself to bite his tongue. That, and she could tell the alcohol he had ingested was finally taking effect. "Do you remember the night before we parted ways? How we thought we'd be apart forever?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected him to remember that night. "Yes, when we were silly adolescents still. What about it?"
"Do you remember what we did under the stars?"
She did, of course. Not many could forget something like it. She only nodded, her heart pounding, wondering where he was leading the conversation.
"That kiss, I'd like to do it again. As well as everything else."
Her breath hitched and she thought her heart had stopped. She hadn't expected the night to take that sort of turn. "I haven't… I haven't touched another man besides you. I don't know what to do besides what we did." She shook her head. "I'm not fit for a prince's bed."
"You are if I say you are." He leaned closer to her ear. "Play along with my little performance, and I'll show you just how worthy you are."
Her nerves flashed, not in her gut, but further down in a place she had long since forgotten. She kept him where he was so she could ask him, "Are you sure this isn't your copious amounts of alcohol talking?"
"I haven't had as much as you think. My tongue is looser, yes, but I'm still in control of my actions."
The orchestra stopped their song and the two split apart with him keeping a heavy arm over her shoulder. She almost buckled under his weight. "What on Asgard are you doing?" she hissed.
"Acting." He sauntered up to the table with her support. "Thor! Brother tell me, tell me this, are you willing to do another round of drinking with me? I can beat you this time!"
As Thor tried to answer, Dyre cut him off. "Oh my. I think Loki's had a bit too much already."
Loki scoffed. "No I haven't. Another round!"
"Yes you have. You're cut off. I should get you to bed before you get sick in public."
Loki went to say something, but clapped a hand over his mouth, as if he were about to do just that.
Thor looked concerned. "Shall I help you back?"
Dyre shook her head. "No, I remember my way around. I'll take this lush back to his room and make sure he stays there the rest of the night." She noticed his smile behind his hand, seeing him pick up on her double entendre. If he wanted to play dirty and trick his family, she would play dirty as well. "Thank you for the wonderful evening I may have otherwise missed out on." She pulled at his arm. "Come this way, you drunk. I don't need you ruining this dress."
He went without a fight, still keeping his stumbling gait up for appearances. Once outside the door and away from the sights of the nobles, he fixed his posture and dropped his acting. "Very fine work."
"Same to you. How do you know how to act like a blithering drunk?"
"It isn't very hard when your brother has been drunker than thought possible many times before." He grinned at her. "So how are you planning to make sure I stay in my chambers the rest of the night?"
"I'll think of a way."
"You'd better think fast then."
"And why is that?"
"You haven't noticed? I'm getting better then."
She looked past him, not seeing the columns of the halls that she saw just a minute ago. Instead, she looked around, finding herself in his room, lit only by a crackling fire in the fireplace. "I forgot you could do that."
"There's many things you don't know that I can do. And I intend to show you just what they are." He backed her into the closest wall, hearing her squeak at the impact very slightly. "If you still want to, of course."
She nodded, but pressed on his shoulders as he tried to get closer. "I just need to know though. And don't lie to me. This… what we're doing. I want to know that it isn't something small to you, like the others."
He smiled at her childish worry and made a note to trip Fandral over a wine barrel later. "This is nothing like the other encounters I've had. Don't think like that. It will ruin it." He ran a hand up her clothed arm, stopping at her shoulder. "Just relax."
She nodded and let her arms slacken and rest against his chest. Her heartbeat quickened, her nerves mounted as he closed the space between them and kissed her gently, testing how far she'd let him go. She went lightheaded, knowing that their kiss years ago was nothing compared to now. She slipped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, wanting everything he had to offer.
He felt her shift her lips open and he took the invitation greedily, feeling a rush like no other. In his head he planned out all the ways he would take her, over and over again. Until, of course, he remembered the vital piece of information. She was still untainted. Instead of discouraging him, it made him want it more. To be able to say he was the one who took away her purity… But to do it, he needed to take it slow. He moved only to latch on to the skin of her neck, finding a sensitive spot.
She rolled her head back and a small smile emerged. "Would you like to hear something I find amusing in this?"
"Hm?"
"I always had a crush on you. From the day we met. I'm sure it was obvious when we kissed and fooled around years ago, but I don't think I ever said it."
He laughed against her skin, still determined to make blemishes appear at his touch. "I knew, in a way." He kissed the skin again, biting down hard enough to leave a small bruise, loving the sound of her whimpers. "If we're being honest, I did as well." That night had not been enough for him. It left him wanting more. He supposed she had been the start to his endless lust as he matured. The women he went through were never enough, never what he was looking for. They didn't react to his touch like she did, and they didn't respond in kind.
She felt her nerves clench as well at something else in her lower body. She slid her fingers through his hair as he moved back to her mouth, satisfied with the bruise he left on her neck. After a moment she realized she wasn't being pressed to a hard surface anymore. She surmised he had phased them again, this time to his bed. However, a breeze that hadn't been present before made her pull back and look. She yelped and covered herself as she realized he hadn't transported her dress with them, leaving her completely exposed.
He laughed at her and lowered his head to rest on her bare shoulder. "Don't hide from me. I'll have to see it all anyway."
She frowned, seeing he was still fully dressed. "Now that isn't fair."
He sat back and leaned against the headboard, giving her a challenging smile. "Do something about it then. I need to see how much you want this."
Dyre swallowed her embarrassment and sat up as well, slowly crawling over his form, almost catlike. She licked her lips and set to work unfastening the small amount of armor over his clothes. She had trouble with some of the buckles, only because her hands were shaking with trepidation.
It didn't slip by his observant eye. He chuckled and held her hands to keep them steady. "Relax, Dyre. You can't enjoy this if you do not let go of your fear." With a small motion of his hand, his whole armor vanished, leaving him in just his leathers. "This should be a little easier."
She nodded and set to work on the shirt when he let go of her hands, finding this task much less complicated. She undid the fastenings until there were no more to pop and spread the shirt open, revealing his pale torso. She didn't even want to stop herself when she ran her fingers down his smooth skin, feeling the hard muscles beneath from years of hunting and fighting. She only stopped when she met the line of his pants, and waited for him to nod before going any farther.
He was getting frustrated, but he held his temper in check, knowing she was still new to quite a bit. When they had fooled around almost a century ago, their clothes had remained on. That, and they weren't as grown as they were now. It was sentimental then, and almost carnal now. He hissed as he felt her hands on his sensitive flesh, noticing a vast difference from when they were younger. He saw her look tentatively up at him before lowering her lips to him, almost making him want to rush the process and make her his. Instead, he kept his lust reigned in as best as he could, moaning as she continued her exploration with her mouth.
She didn't bother trying to remember anything that had happened before now. Whatever made him moan or hiss was what she stuck with. She felt her own need rising, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to her was pleasing the man before her, who had stuck his neck out for her to stay in the palace when her safety had been compromised. Who had done anything he could to see her out of harm's way. Whatever anyone said about him didn't matter. If he was kind to no one but her, she could accept that.
"Mm, harder." He hissed. "Good girl, just like that." He pulled the pin keeping her hair out of her face and watched the blonde tresses fall over her shoulders, almost mesmerized. He grasped her hair in his fist and used it to guide her in the way he wanted, eliciting a groan of pure pleasure from his lips. "You are a dirty player, aren't you?"
She couldn't answer. More so, she didn't want to. She was so absorbed in her actions she didn't want to stop, even though her jaw was beginning to tire. She looked at him curiously as he tugged her hair to make her stop. "It doesn't feel good?"
"It feels amazing, which is why I need you to stop. Otherwise tonight ends too soon." He switched their positions, pushing her gently back so she could lie down. He pinned her body with his own, still partially clothed while she laid bare before him. "Now I believe I said something about showing you how worthy you are of being in a prince's bed…" He started up their kiss again, letting his hands wander down her chest while she was distracted. He played around with the small orbs for only a moment before slipping his hand down to where she wanted him to touch most. He grinned as she gasped. "You're soaking wet. I'd say you were ready enough, however, I should do something first."
She had no idea what he meant until she felt his fingers move in a stroking motion over her bundle of nerves. She jumped in surprise with a moan, scared and excited at how good just a simple stroke could feel. "Loki…"
He did it again and again, entering a set rhythm. He heard her moans and sighs escalating, felt her twitches get more intense. "Call for me Dyre. Don't hold back."
A coil wound itself in her lower belly, scaring the daylights out of her, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. When the coil snapped her head fell back and she couldn't hold back the borderline scream of delight, calling his name as he continued relentlessly. "S-stop, no more. Please, Loki."
He vanished the rest of his clothes, leaving himself as bare as she was. He stopped teasing her and held himself at her entrance, waiting for her breathing to regulate again. "This is going to hurt. A lot. I cannot stop that, but I wish I could." He pushed some of her bangs out of her face so he could see her properly. He stared into her eyes, seeing her nod in acceptance. He found her hand with his and held it while he did the only thing he could to make the pain subside sooner. He forced himself inside with one quick stroke, hearing her gasp in sudden pain.
Hearing about it and feeling it were two entirely different things. Dyre saw white flash over her vision as she clenched hard on his hand. She had heard all her life it would be painful the first time. She wasn't prepared for how much. Luckily, he seemed to understand, and held himself completely still, waiting for her body to adjust. She leaned up and locked her lips with his. She shifted under him, hearing him hiss in response. "I haven't hurt you, have I?"
He stared at her in bewilderment before chuckling, hanging his head. "I should ask you that. But no, you haven't hurt me. However, I'm going to start moving. It may be uncomfortable for a bit, but bear with me. It will get better."
She clenched her eyes closed, expecting more pain, almost regretting her decision to rid herself of her virginity. More pain did come, but every time he moved inside her, it would subside. Soon only pleasure stood in its wake, leaving her breathless. She felt scared, but happy at the same time. Instead of losing her purity to a random man, she was losing it to just the man she always wanted. The pressure in her body started to grow again, this time different entirely. She wrapped her arms around his back and dug her nails in, just to feel like she had some stability as her world was turned upside-down.
He felt the bite of her nails, but took it as a sign of doing a job well done so far. It meant her pain was gone, only to be replaced with what he hoped was absolute pleasure. From the way she was staying so slick, it was obvious he was. He moaned as he felt her walls convulse, hinting towards another orgasm soon, one that he would be able to feel entirely. He lifted her hips, instantly gaining more depth in his strokes and her walls tightened almost painfully around him.
She begged him not to stop. She wasn't sure what she would do if he had. The orgasm set off the starts of a chain, and just when one washed over her, another was in its place. She curled her fingers in his black locks, tugging slightly. She was surprised when he gave a particularly hard stroke in response.
"Naughty girl," he rasped, feeling himself reach his limit. "Keep begging for my cock."
Instead, she bit into his skin, leaving her own mark while her nails raked over his back as the most intense orgasm took hold of her, making her scream in pleasure into his flesh.
The pain mixed with pleasure triggered his own release. He gave a few short strokes, pulling away to spill on her belly, completely at a loss of breath.
Her own chest heaved as she came back down to reality. She reached up and kissed him. Words were not required as their hearts slowed down again, still drumming loudly against their rib cages. She knew this was to be a no-strings-attached arrangement, he had made that part very clear, but she couldn't help the old feelings of attraction coming to the surface. When they pulled apart, she almost expected him to send her on her way back to her temporary room down the hall. Instead, he surprised her for the countless time that night and fetched a towel from his washroom for her.
"Sorry about that, but I doubt you wanted the alternative. It's a bit of a pain to clear off." He laid next to her, keeping her securely held against his body once she was through with the towel. Still unsure as to what to say, she accepted the embrace and welcomed sleep that tugged at her eyes. "By the way."
She lifted her head to look at him, seeing his eyes closed. "What?"
"I've no more use for you. Get out."
She felt crushed for only a moment until he started laughing, looking at her with mirth in his eyes. "What's so damned funny about that?"
"Dyre, I'm only joking." He stopped chuckling when he saw she wasn't amused. "Alright, I admit that was in bad taste."
"I should leave just for that." She squealed as he held her close to his chest, cutting off any means of escape.
"No, you're stuck with a bedmate tonight." He paused for a moment. "Though you're in my bed, so I suppose I have a bedmate." He shrugged. "Regardless, you're staying here."
"I see I don't have much choice in the matter."
"None whatsoever."
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Fine. But no more jokes like that. That one stung."
He held a hand to his chest, over his heart. "Accepted. No more cruel jokes towards you." He used his magic to put the blankets over both of them, since he had deposited their bodies on top of everything earlier. "Sleep now. You'll need it while you can get it."
"What about my dress?"
"You don't need it right now. I've seen you naked, you've seen me naked. Harm is done."
She found no point in arguing further and resigned herself to attempt to fall asleep. She listened to the crackling fire that had been their only light source, trying to use it to lull her to sleep. When his breathing evened out, indicating he had achieved what she could not, she opened her eyes just a bit to study his face. The boy she once knew still looked back, just more mature and wiser with his years. Even though he had not grown sturdy like his brother, his slight build was perfect for his form of fighting, and, she mused with a light blush, perfect for other things.
If this was to be a one-time-only circumstance, she found it had been worth it. She knew she most likely wouldn't be thinking the same way when she woke, but for now, things seemed to fit in place. She let out a soft sigh and attempted to sleep again, finding it a bit easier this time. Everything felt right with the world, and her dreams echoed that feeling.
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