Somewhere in Scandinavia..

It was a hot summer day and the sun was shining mercilessly down on them from a clear blue sky. The hike to the lake had taken the girls about an hour, and after getting the tents up Amanda decided to walk around the small lake to collect some more firewood. It had rained the night before, and finding anything dry enough to start a fire with was a challenge.

At the campsite Sandra and Emma were swimming i the lake. Both wearing yellow bikinis. God, it was hot today, hot and slightly humid. She could feel her back drenched in sweat and strands of her long blond hair clinging to her face. She really wanted to join them in the water, but first she needed to find the damn firewood. Someone had to do it. Under a large and dense fir tree she finally found what she was looking for. She sighed in relief and collected the dry branches when something in the woods behind the tree caught her attention.

Amanda's Eyes fell on a large stone overgrown with lush green moss and gray lichen. With a tiny bit of imagination one could come to the conclusion that it had been shaped by humans at some point in time. It was way too square to be natural. Or, what did she know? She was not a geologist. There was a metal plate attached to the stone. The plate was starting to get overgrown with lichen as well, but she could still make out the text:

"Loki's Stone. CA. 700 AD. According to local folklore people left their offerings to the trickster God Loki on this stone to gain his favour, and to make him fulfill their wishes."

She shook her head, apparently people still believed in this kind of stuff. There were a few coins on the stone. Some older, and some newer. To be honest, she could also use some help too at the moment. She giggled at her own silliness as she removed one of her cheap fake pearl stud earrings and placed it on the stone altar next to a coin. It could never hurt to try, right?

"Mighty Loki, I really want to get that job I applied for, please." She said dramatically.

She actually really, really wanted that job, but she highly doubted making an offering to an old, forgotten God would do the trick.

"One should always explore every possible option..." She whispered to herself and shrugged before she turned around and left the stone behind her, walking back to the campsite with the firewood under her arm.

Amanda graduated a year ago, and currently worked as a journalist at a local newspaper. It was pretty damn boring most of the time, and the job she had applied for at a women's magazine would be a great leap forward in her career. She sighed and figured she should think about other things today than her work situation. The yearly camping trip with the girls was supposed to be fun, after all.

When Amanda reached the tents she tossed the firewood on the ground and quickly removed her clothes and joined her friends in the water. She sighed happily as the cool water touched her body. Her swim lasted only a few minutes though. She suddenly heard her phone ringing in her shorts' pocket, and with a groan, she got out of the water. The number on the display was unfamiliar to her. She shook her head, sat down on the beach and answered.

The phone call didn't last long, but during that time Amanda's expression changed from slightly suspicious to almost euphoric. Emma and Sandra had both stopped moving in the water, and were now listening to the conversation, or at least the part they could hear.

"Shit! I got the job!" Amanda smiled from ear to ear like a fool, her heart beating like a drum in her chest.

"I'm so happy for you!" Emma got out of the water, gave her a big bear hug.

"Congrats!" Sandra shouted from further out in the lake.

"We really need to celebrate tonight!" Emma, giggled. The petite brunette wrapped a towel around her body.

Amanda nodded and smiled. Yes, tonight she had every reason to celebrate. Luckily they had a whole box of wine waiting for them in one of the tents.

A few hours later, Amanda and her friends were sitting by the crackling campfire with wine in their mugs and blankets around their bodies. Amanda felt slightly tipsy and the subject of conversation had turned from work to guys, and sex, as it often did with the three of them.

"Are you serious? Five months? I'd be dead if I was you.." Emma slurred. She clearly had more than enough to drink.

"Good I'm not you then." Amanda chuckled.

"Online dating didn't work out for you then?" Sandra said and refilled her mug.

"Hell no. I could write a horror novel about those dates. I gave up after a month." Amanda took a sip of her wine.

"Still, five months without getting laid. Jesus.." Emma waved around the grilled sausage in her hand like a mad woman.

"Fuck, you almost slapped me in the face with that damn sausage!" Sandra shouted and threw a marshmallow in Emma's face.

Amanda would much rather have shared her tent with somebody else, but now she was alone, curled up in her sleeping bag. It was a shame the larger tent was so damn heavy that none of them bothered carrying it all the way to the lake. Luckily she was a bit drunk, and it made the prospect sleeping alone slightly less scary. She could hear Emma and Sandra chatting in their tent next to her as she scrolled through the pictures she had taken during the day.

Alone in her tent or not, this had been an awesome day. She still couldn't believe she actually got the job. She smiled and jawned. She put away her phone, suddenly she felt really sleepy. As she felt herself drifting off she thought she saw a flash of green light outside the tent, but she was probably just imagining things. A few seconds later she was slipping away into dreamland..

Amanda woke up slowly. Her head was hurting, and she still felt a bit drunk. She couldn't have slept very much. The ground she was sleeping on felt strangely soft. In fact, it didnt feel like she was sleeping on a bedroll on the ground at all. No, she was surrounded by clean, soft sheets.

"What the hell?!" She opened her eyes, and sat up a bit too fast. Her head started spinning like crazy.

She was definitely not in her tent anymore. She was sitting in huge, and luxurious four poster bed surrounded by numerous pillows in green, gold and white. The room was magnificent with a high arched ceiling, polished marble floors and three huge windows that showed her a scenery unlike anything she had ever seen before. Alien buildings, magnificent and strange basked in the warm evening sun. She could see what looked like flying ships in the air and a glimmering rainbow bridge.

Was this a dream? She pinched her skin hard, and it hurt like hell. A faint smell of smoke from the campfire still lingered in her T-shirt. She shuddered. She was almost certain she was not dreaming, but what the hell was this place? Her heart was beating so hard in her chest and her mind racing so fast that she didn't even hear the footsteps approaching her.

"Finally awake, I see.." She suddenly heard a beautiful, deep voice behind her say.

She turned around and screamed, grabbing the bedsheets in horror. A very tall man dressed in the most peculiar attire of leather and metal, she had ever seen was standing next to the bed with a sly grin on his face. The man was pale, had jet black hair that reached to his shoulders, sharp features and beautiful green eyes. If the circumstances were different, she would have found him very attractive, she suddenly thought. Hot as hell, in fact. Where did that come from? She shook her head in disbelief.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I? She asked, her voice shaking.

"That is not an appropriate way to address a God, is it? He smirked mockingly, flashing his white teeth and sat down on the bed. One of his large, pale hands landed on her duvet covered thigh. She pulled her leg away. The way he spoke sounded posh and civilized, but there was something wicked and dark in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

"God?" She could hear how insecure she sounded.

"Yes. Congratulations on your new job Amanda. It was an easy wish to grant. However, I do expect something in return.." His hand started moving towards her again.

"This is not real..." She stated weakly, but she knew she was wrong as soon as the Words fell from her lips.

"Yes, It is." His smirk was borderline evil and despite her moving as far backwards as she could, his hand again rested on her thigh drawing circles on the expensive sheets. She was lost in his intimidating, but beautiful eyes for a while, like as if he had the power to hypnotize her. His scent was also overwhelming her senses. Sexy and intoxicating. Leather, metal and something dark and manly that she couldn't quite put her finger on. This time she didn't move away from him, instead she almost wished his hand would be on her skin, under the covers instead.

She shuddered. Clearly she was not right in the head. This guy might be hot, but he had also kidnapped her, for fuck's sake! She needed to get a grip. She felt his hand going further up her covered thigh, and she could feel her nipples getting hard under her T-shirt. She hoped he didn't notice, but the broadening smirk on his face told a different story. Maybe Emma was right. Five months without sex had probably made her go crazy.

"A..are you Loki?" The question had to be asked even if she knew the answer to it.

"Yes, I am Loki, and this is Asgard." His voice again had a mocking tone to it, and he had moved closer to her, almost whispering his answer into her ear. His breath against her ear was cooler than normal, and it did things to her that made her ashamed of herself. A sigh, that sounded way too sexual, escaped her lips, and she felt herself blushing.

"You've kidnapped me.." She whispered meekly as his lips reached her ear.

"Everyone who makes a wish that I grant will have to pay a price. You will pay with your beautiful, little body, Midgardian. I'm a Prince of Asgard, and I do what I want." Loki leaned in to kiss her neck, and to her own horror she could not help but to moan. She could feel his smirk against her skin.

He grabbed her chin forcefully and kissed her lips with passion. She had never in her life been kissed like that before. His kiss was hard and demanding, but yet more pleasurable than any other kiss, she ever shared with a man. This guy knew what he was doing, apparently, and she could feel her body react to it in a way that was obscenely inappropriate. She moaned into the kiss, and his tongue invaded her mouth demandingly. She didn't object anymore. She let her tongue dance with his, hungry for more, and before she knew it his large hand had found its way up her T-shirt. His fingertips were caressing her hard nipple and she could feel herself getting wet for him. The shame was burning bright red on her cheeks, but yet she could not help herself.

Loki broke the kiss and ripped the duvet off her body followed by her T-shirt. Suddenly she was there, panting in front of him in just her panties. He looked down at her with a predatory grin and suddenly all of his clothes disappeared into thin air, leaving him naked before her. His pale body looked like it was sculpted out of marble. Thin, but yet toned and muscular. He was like a work of art, and involuntarily she gasped and spread her legs wantonly for him. Her cunt was throbbing with need for him as she saw his cock proudly erect against his chiseled abdomen. God, he was big!

"Please." She begged breathlessly, reaching out to grab his thick, hard cock.

For the first time she actually made him moan as her fingers gripped his throbbing erection. She delighted in stroking him. He was so damn beautiful, and her hand fit so perfectly around his thick cock. She could feel every single vein of his shaft as her hand went up and down. She leaned forward, and her lips touched his leaking tip. She could not help it. She needed to taste him. Her hands continued to work him, like they were on auto-pilot, her tongue coated with his cool pre-cum. He tasted better than any other man she had ever touched and she opened her mouth ready to take him in.

"Stop! Enough, you greedy whore." He gripped her hair roughly. The insult should have offended her, but instead it turned her on even more. The wild look in his Eyes was incredibly sexy. Obviously he wanted to be in control, and at the moment Amanda didn't mind.

Loki grabbed her knees roughly and spread her legs wide and his hands gripped her panties and tore them off, leaving her totally exposed to him. His beautiful eyes were dark with lust, and it didn't make her feel uncomfortable, though. Instead, she felt even more turned on, lying there, soaking wet and panting before him.

He reached down and spread her legs even wider. His long, pale fingers ran over her slit, and one dipped into her, probing her tight opening. Amanda moaned, closed her eyes and she could hear Loki chuckle smugly. "Dripping wet for me.." He murmured. Suddenly she felt his tongue touch her swollen, throbbing clit while he inserted one more finger into her. She moaned and twitched as he started sucking on her clit.

"Oh, fuck yes!" She moaned as he pleasured her. If he continued like this she knew she wouldn't last for long. She pushed her wet, throbbing cunt closer to his face She knew what she wanted. She wanted to come, badly. And fuck, he was better than any man she had ever been with. She felt the pleasure building in her core, like she was about to explode.

"Loki! Yes!" Amanda moaned and her hands gripped the sheets. She came violently, with his tongue on her clit, her body shaking with ecstasy. He kept on licking her, probing her opening with his tongue, until she came down from her high. This was exactly what she needed.

"Mmm, that was amazing..." She panted.

Loki smirked and looked up at her. He seemed very much pleased with himself. He got up in a sitting position, grabbed Amandas knees and placed himself between her thighs. The tip of his erection touching her entrance. Amanda moaned, and tried to push herself closer to him. Loki's strong hands held her back though. He grinned evilly, and slowly, deliberately, rubbed against her core, coating his hard cock with her juices.

"Please." She moaned.

"Please, what?" He looked down at her with that annoying smirk on his lips again.

"Please...Fuck me."

With a loud grunt he let his hard cock slowly sink into her hungry, wet cunt. It felt so good, and Amanda's legs went up to embrace his slim waist. He stretched her so damn deliciously. She pushed herself closer to him, urging him to start moving. He did, and started fucking her roughly.

"Oh, fuck!" Amanda moaned as Loki grabbed her wrists above her head.

"Such a good little slut. So tight, taking my cock so well." He whispered into her ear.

The obscene words and feeling of his cock, perfectly stroking that very special spot inside of her made her feel something she'd never felt before.. She had heard of vaginal orgasms, but she had never, experienced one herself, until now.

"Come for me." She heard Loki's voice in her ear as she felt herself let go.

She came, like she'd never come before. Her inner muscles clenched around his big, hard cock. She could hear herself screaming his name over and over again as she was lost in endless pleasure.

"Good girl. Scream my name. Let the whole world hear who you belong to." Loki panted seductively in her ear as she could feel her juices dripping down on the expensive silk under her, as he continued to fuck her. It wasn't long before she could feel him twitching inside her, reaching his own climax, filling her with his cum.

Loki rolled off her, and pulled her limp body close to him. His nose rested in her thick, blonde hair, breathing in her scent. She was not sure if she wanted him to hold her like that, but she was too tired to object. Instead, she felt herself drifting off into sleep.

Amanda woke up slowly. Her whole body was sore, but at least, for some reason she felt very satisfied. She moaned as she stretched her muscles in the sleeping bag. The tent was hot since the sun was shining straight on it. Suddenly she panicked, and sat up. What the fuck had really happened to her?

"Good fuckin' morning. Are you alive in there?" It was Emma, shouting outside the tent.

"Yeah! Just a second."

Amanda's heart started beating faster as she crawled out of her sleeing bag. She was sore, very much so, and she had no underwear on, just her T-shirt. When she closed her Eyes, she could still feel Loki's touch on her skin. What had happened to her could not possibly be real, but yet it was. She was confused and had no idea what to feel anymore. At the moment she just wanted to curl up inside the sleeping bag forever, but she couldn't.

She sighed, and grabbed her bikini instead, maybe a swim would clear her head.

Amanda crawled out of the tent, grabbed a water bottle and gulped some water. She was so damn thirsty. By the burned out campfire Emma and Sandra were sitting, eating their breakfast like everything was completely normal.

"Do you have a bad hangover?" Sandra asked, looking awkwardly at Amanda.

Amanda shook her head and ran out into the lake. After swimming in the cool water for a few minutes she felt a bit calmer. She got out of the water, wrapped herself in her towel and sat down next to her friends.

"Sandwich?" Emma reached over and put a thick slice of bread covered with cheese in Amandas hand.

"Thanks." She simply said, and started eating. Damn, she was hungry too.

"Rough night?" Sandra looked at Amanda as she eagerly chewed the bread. Amanda nodded.

"Yeah, me too. The ground is so damn uncomfortable to sleep on." Emma said.

Amanda sighed. If they only knew...