NOTE - This is an occasional series of one-shots and drabbles as I finish and post The Cavern of Time. As always, Blackfrost and - oh yes, there be smut.
Natasha of Asgard
The valley surrounding Loki's Castle was considered the unluckiest land in all of Asgard. The prince, so long reviled as a villain and a thief, took little notice of the people living in the farms nearby; he was too busy getting into mischief and being punished for his crimes.
So when he returned with a bride from Midgard and a beautiful one at that, the citizens sighed for her. Old women wept, thinking the lovely lady would come to harm at the Wicked One's hands. "Who knows what he has locked up in those towers of his?" they cried. "Other wives, demons, black magic? And from Midgard as well - she might as well be sentenced to be drawn and quartered!"
Despite their lamentations, their new Lady seemed happy with her new home. Merry laughter could be heard around the grounds of the castle, and often it was answered with the prince's own surprised chuckle. Natasha of Midgard threw open old rooms and had them dusted, swept, and cleaned. She opened forgotten closets and found hidden treasures. The gardens were weeded, clipped, and restored.
Not only that, she took an interest in the surrounding farms. Under her rule, new crops were added and old ones fertilized. Natasha poured money into the land and as a result the region flourished. Grapes were cultivated leading to a new type of wine from the valley, the animals were stronger than ever and bore more young, and the hay crop was so substantial the farmers were able to sell the extra to other villages.
It became a common sight to see Natasha in the town itself. If there was a sick child or an oncoming death, she arrived at the house with medicines and extra food for the family as well as sensible advice and a sense that she truly cared for people she ruled. The queen had a sharp tongue, but the citizens discovered her quick temper masked a true heart and real concern.
The maidens started to copy Natasha of Midgard's hairstyle and dress. The men talked about her beauty over their ale in the taverns. Slowly the village turned from a dying hamlet into a thriving town, one with rich commerce and happy people within.
And as the years went on, the Lady was Natasha of Midgard no longer. She became Natasha – their own Queen Natasha of Asgard.
"They're telling tales about you in the town below, Mrs. Mischief," Loki said as Natasha came into their bedroom. He lounged on the bed with his ankles crossed, a scroll of runic magic in his long fingers.
"Is that so? And get your boots off the bed, Mr. Mischief." She put down her basket, crossed to his side, bent over, and gave him a long, deep kiss.
As an answer he lifted one leg. "Help me take them off. And why not take off your shoes as well while you are at it?"
Natasha climbed over his knee, hauled his boot off, and reached for the other. "What are these 'tales' about, exactly?"
"What else? Your beauty, bravery, and kindness." Loki pulled her onto the bed beside him to kiss her neck.
"Ha! I suppose they haven't seen me after a night of drinking vodka then." Natasha gave him a wink. "Speaking of which – conjure me up a bottle for later?"
"Mmhm." His voice was muffled in her chest. "And all the local youths are in love with you, I hear."
She snorted. "What nonsense! Well, all this can keep you on your toes if you ever decide to run off after one of those nymphs or dryads anytime soon – babe, just let me get settled here first before you attack me."
Loki lay back and tried to look innocent. "Of course! I would be the last one to get in your way."
"You would be the first one to get in my way and you know it." Natasha took off her cloak and shoes to put them into the long closet before running and leaping onto the bed next to him. "Okay, so where were we? Oh, yes – all the local youths were in love with me, blah blah blah. Go on."
His eyes filled with lazy amusement as he held her close. "But only I get to watch you leap into bed like a deer to land at my side." He kissed her passionately, and Natasha moaned against his lips, threw one leg over him.
"Yes, that's only for you. And so are these right here – whoops! What happened to my dress?"
"Oh, dear. Losing clothes already? That is bad. I think you might need some punishment." Loki slapped her firm backside, pulling her even closer.
"Excuse me, I am the good Queen. You are the wicked King, which means you get the punishment." She climbed onto his hips, crossed her arms, and raised one eyebrow.
"Ooh. What did you have in mind?"
She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Remember what I was wearing in Ironwood Forest for the Thurisaz trial?"
Of course he remembered – Loki never forgot. He threw up a shower of sparks and Natasha found herself dressed in long, leather gloves and black stockings, gartered at the thighs, as well as a thick leather belt around her waist. "I fail to see how this is punishment, love. You look delicious." He took a quick breath as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
"Mmm, this is arousing. Well, as it happened, you were wearing the same thing. Yeah, I'm talking gloves and stockings – don't hold back."
"You naughty little vixen!" Breathlessly Loki rolled her over and climbed on top, dressed just like she was. "Is this what you wanted?" His long arms were encased in leather gloves, and he slid his stockinged legs against hers.
"Yup. Also, you wore a leather collar, and it had a leash I could hold – good boy. That's exactly right."
"Oh, Natasha," he breathed, jerking her closer to him with one hand in the belt around her waist. "It is as though we had all these clothes on – and yet nothing where it counts."
She fell back among the pillows and pulled the leash so she could bite his lip. "Mmm. This is really sexy. The BDSM thing is cool and all, but now we're on the same level – you can control me with that belt, and I plan on taking full advantage of this." Natasha yanked on the leash again, making him yelp with surprise, and slowly slid her thighs around his hard shaft.
"I want you," he pleaded. "Please let me fuck you, my Queen."
Natasha raised her eyebrows. "And what makes you think you deserve it? You had your boots on the bed just now."
Loki pulled her up by the belt to sit on top of him. "But I will lavish you with my tongue – here, and here. And here."
She wound the leash around her own thigh and pulled so he was born down to suckle at her swollen clit. "And here." She shivered, squealed, ran her fingers through his hair. "Ah – when you flick it like that you make me all fluttery inside..."
"Your taste!" he breathed, changing his rhythm. "Darling, you are like wine, and I plan on getting drunk tonight."
She pulled the leash again so he was brought up to her face. "Kiss me," she demanded, and Loki complied.
As wet as she was, he slid right inside her. Natasha ran one finger around the tight tops of his stockings, musing she had found a new kink. "This is amazing," she purred. "Just think – out there they are talking about Good Queen Natasha, and in here I'm fucking you – right now, Loki. The Good Queen is fucking you."
"Gods!" Loki's face grimaced as she tightened around his shaft, always matching his stroke. "You are mine. Mine. I always get what I want, and I want you."
"Do you? Do you truly?"
He popped out of her and knelt so she could see his straining erection. "There. Just behold how much."
Natasha licked his tip, ran her tongue over his sensitive glans. "Mmmmm. I do see. Now, do you plan on coming in my mouth or inside me this time?"
"Darling." Loki pulled her up to sit on top of him. "The night is young, and you have just ordered in a bottle of vodka. I would say – both."
They drank chilled spirits from each other's necks and navels. Still in the stockings, Natasha stripped off one glove and tied it over her mouth while she pulled Loki off the bed to walk behind her, the leash hanging over her shoulder. He magicked up a bath and they climbed in, still wearing their gear. She had never felt so lusty in her entire life.
They slid against each other's bodies as Loki kissed, licked and rutted her loudly in the water until he spent inside her, shouting Natasha's name. After that she rode his stockinged thighs and came several times in a rush, shivering with desire. Loki stood in the bath and she removed the glove between her teeth to suck his length, tasted the rush of come in her mouth – always slightly cooler than a human male's seed. He had her lift her legs so he could tongue her on the side of the bath, making her release again so hard her body jolted with it.
Dried and back in bed, both nude except for her belt and his collar, Natasha played with his cock; he was still somewhat erect under her hand. "This is the best, isn't it?" she laughed.
Loki poured cold vodka into her mouth and followed it with a long kiss as she pulled his leash and he slipped inside her for what they both had started to call 'the good-night screw'. "The very, very best. Natasha of Asgard – you have the naughtiest, filthiest, most excellent ideas."