Welcome back to any of you who have read any of my other avengers fics! I've said it before and I'll say it again. I have different ways that Cephera and Loki meet and this is just another one of those! I have decided to add a 'story so far' at the beginning on my chapters for those who might get confused between all the different Cephera/Loki fics. So if you need a reminder look to those summaries :)
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Also sexual content contained within...a lot of sexual content!
Chapter 1
Cephera felt his breath on her neck right before he latched on. He licked and sucked the junction of her neck beneath her ear all the while his hands undoing the ties at the back of her dress.
She gasped when he nibbled a very sensitive spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. His grin against her skin for a moment made her smile as well. Her hands had been pushing off his long leather coat and were now pressing into his back through his undershirt.
He growled when she rubbed one of her hands up the back of his neck and into his long, wild hair. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth harder onto her skin. He sank his teeth onto her shoulder marking her with with a large hickey and what would later be a bruise from his teeth. She cried out and dug her nails into his scalp which cause him to tear her dress passed her breasts. He flung her backward to fall upon a bed.
He roughly ripped the dress off her hips and down her legs. She could only smile as he tossed it absently aside. Grabbing her by the knees he pushed her legs apart. She giggled as he splayed feather like kisses up her inner legs and thighs until he was tasting her core. All giggles stopped and she gasped and threw her head back gripping his hair in one small hand.
He eagerly lapped at her clit making her shamelessly wet for him as he always did. She was mounting in frustration. She wanted him in her. She heard him work his pants off while still working her with his tongue. It seemed he too was in a rush.
He broke off from her thighs licking his lips and was over her in seconds. He thrust his cock deep in her with barely any hesitation. She moaned and wrapped her legs about his hips as he thrust again. She jammed her nails across his skin and drew a little blood.
Her treatment to his back only made him pound her all the harder. His grunts and moans matching her own. One of his hands latched behind her knee and pulled her leg up further and then his hand grasped her ass.
"Oh yes." She hissed into his ear. He looked down at her with wild, lust filled green eyes and sped up a notch. Her breasts were now crushed to his chest while he buried his face in her hair. His moans coming in short gasps now. With a loud roar he came, spilling his seed deeply inside her throbbing walls.
Cephera cried out and sat up in bed. Her entire lower half was quivering and dripping wet. Her heart rate was through the roof and her hair in tangles. Reaching up she felt her tender shoulder.
It wasn't often it happened but every once and a while she would wake from these sexually simulating dreams with marks and bruises befitting her wild encounters with her mystery man.
Ever since she received her Angels mark she had been dreaming of him. That was over 200 years ago. Never had she met him. She didn't know his name. His face lingered in her mind vividly. She wasn't even sure he existed.
When the dreams first started she was ashamed. She would wake up every morning panting with her cunt dripping wet. Aside from those all too realistic dreams she was a virgin. The only person she ever told about the dreams was her sister.
They never felt like dreams. And the strange occasional occurrences of marks across her body was confusing. She did her best to cover them up but people noticed. The appearance of the marks did lead her to believe that this man was real somewhere.
She climbed from her bed and pulled on her bikini. She needed to free her mind. Outside it was warm and raining and the sun would be up soon. A nice morning swim would do well to calm her hormones and free her mind.
Making her way downstairs to the main part of the large house she stopped when she saw Tony, the owner of the house who was also a long time friend, sitting on the sofa.
"So you sneak him out your room window 'cause if so that's quite a drop." He said confusing her.
"Sneak who?" She asked. He looked her over as he always did when she wore very little. He might be dating Pepper Potts but he was still a man.
"The man I just heard you with. I mean really I could have sworn you were a virgin but I admit defeat on this subject." He was on his feet and tossing back a glass of whiskey.
"I wasn't with a man." She said sighing. "What are you doing down my room hallway?" She said her face turning a little red as she realized he had heard her dreaming.
"You know Im really surprised you just didn't tell me. After all these years of friendship I thought we were closer then this. I could have shook his hand, asked him how it was, offered him a celebratory drink!" Tony went on like she hasn't denied it.
"Tony I was dreaming. There was no one in my room." She said blushing furiously. Tony stopped his walk to refill his glass.
"Man in that case I want the kind of dreams you have, minus the man. A hot model maybe." He said giving it heavy thought. "So any man in particular you've got running around in that multicolored head of yours?" He asked.
"I've never met him. I don't even know if he exists." She said feeling defeated. Tony wouldn't stop now until he had all the answers. And so she came out with it. She told him about her last 200 years of dreaming about this man.
"And you're only now telling me?" He sounded mockingly hurt.
"It's not something I bother telling anyone. He probably doesn't even exist." She reminded him.
"Still that's some kinky shit right there." He told her smiling. Cephera shook her head and left Tony to himself and his booze and made for the pool without further interruption.
Loki hissed as he turned to look into the small vanity provided to him in his prison. The lines across his back where fresh and sore. With the cuffs on his wrists to prevent him from using magic he had no other choice but to leave the marks to heal on their own.
He couldn't help but grin though. She was quite the animal tonight. He knew when he had closed his eyes he would see her in his dreams. After two centuries he had come to enjoy his strange but satisfying dreams. He woke tonight sticky from his own seed but felt completely sated.
He often wondered what the guards on duty must think. He knew he made noises as he slept. Before his exile he was always in the comfort of his own room. Now he was exposed but that didn't make him shy. He relished in the aftermath of his nightly visits from his mystery goddess. For many years he had even searched for her but was unsuccessful.
Even after he would fuck a common whore and then fall into a deep sleep she would be there and bring him a second, more enjoyable, release. Nowadays he had no whores to warm his bed but he really had no need. The women in his dreams knew how to work him just as he knew her.
He had never met this beautiful, violet eyed women yet he felt he knew every inch of her she had offered to him. The first dream he had of her she was a virgin. He had taken her virtue quick and passionately and the dreams never ceased to impress him yet. When he began to once and a while feel real effects outside the dream he often wondered if she had bleed somewhere in the real world as his cock had broken her maidens head.
The thought still amused him to this day. Even though she existed in his dreams for now, he was sure she was real somewhere. One day he would find her and take her for his own. He would enjoy her real skin beneath him for the rest of his life.
But alas Loki was unable to enjoy anything right now. He had been a prisoner in Asgard now for over a year. He had gone through hardly any torture, unless you include the consistent visits from Thor. Odin partly blamed himself for the way things turned out and seemed didn't have the heart to reprimand Loki to harsh treatments that befitted a traitor.
Loki often threw Odin's involvement in his face just to strengthen Odin's hesitation. Loki was patiently awaiting the day Odin would release him on 'good' behaviour and allow him to roam free once more.
Loki would one day seek his revenge upon all those involved in his failure to claim Midgard or deliver the Tesseract to the Chitauri's leader. Revenge upon Thor and his human friends. He knew Thor visited earth often. Aiding them in fixing up the city that had been damaged in the conflict. Thor told Loki everyday his tales involving Midgard. It was tedious and irritating. Loki usually blocked out his 'brothers' words but never stopped him from speaking. Loki would endure the visits to get out sooner.
He wondered how many more years he would have to spend in this dank prison until Odin finally broke down. Having spent a year in there already was but a blip on the map that was his timeline however that didn't make it any less boring.
The only thing he looked forward to nowadays was sleeping but he was not able to do that all the time. Loki sat down at the small table in his cell and waited. Thor would arrive at any moment. He was never late.
After a few moments of waiting he heard the familiar sound of Thor's boots on the stone floors. He appeared outside the door of his cell. The door was made of pure magic and only those with permission from Odin could cross its threshold.
Thor took the food tray from the servant and stepped on in. It seemed ham and eggs was the breakfast item of choice this morning. He suspected Thor put in a special order as Loki enjoyed ham very much. "Good morning brother. I trust you slept well."
Loki couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "I always do." He told Thor. He had given up on trying to have Thor stop calling him brother. It seemed Thor was very persistent in the matter. To Thor they were brothers no matter what blood said.
In a strange way, this made Loki feel content and annoyed at the same time. He didn't want to feel content with such sentimental notions. He was not the boy he had once been. He had no need for sentiment.
"The guards tell me you were yelling in your sleep again." Loki rolled his eyes.
"It was nothing. I assure you it wasn't as bad as they make it sound. Though I am sure they enjoy my discomfort." Loki chewed his ham slowly while Thor shovelled his food in his face fast.
"I can have a potion brought to you, to bring a halt to these painful dreams." Loki let out a soft chuckle.
"Ah foolish Thor. My dreams are far from painful. In fact the only pain I feel is that which I enjoy." Loki was proud of the sudden realizing look that crossed Thor's face. He had never told Thor of his goddess. Thor, at the moment, looked slightly embarrassed. Loki never talked of intimacies with Thor even in their youth. Both men knew the other enjoyed it but both equally kept their lips tight about the goings on in their bedchambers.
Thor shifted in his chair. "Is there anything I can bring you from your rooms? Books? Papers?" Thor offered changing the subject.
"A whore would be enjoyable though I doubt I left one in my room." Loki was having too much fun now as he watched Thor in his discomfort.
"Loki, I know your demeanour has changed but really could you be a little more discreet in your new found tongue." Thor chided him with an irritating tone to his voice. Like he was scolding a child.
"Really Thor it's just a fact of life. We both enjoy the company of women. I am sure had you the chance you would enjoy the feel of your human woman..."
"Enough!" Thor all but yelled his face red. "I would appreciate you not bring up the lady Jane in such matters. I know what it is your trying to do. No matter what you say to me here Loki, I will not forsaken you." Thor assured him pushing his empty plate aside. "You are my brother and for as long as we live I will always be there to guide you back to the correct path."
"And what path is that? To be the dutiful son who will forever be in the shadow of their true Asgardian son. To dwell here to be seen as a monster among the people." Loki spat his words with venom.
"No one thinks you're a monster." Thor said trying to ease Loki's thoughts. Loki brushed off Thor's easing words by standing and turning his back to him with a hiss.
"Your so naive. This is what Odin sees as befitting for a king." Loki didn't bother turning to look at Thor.
"I wish I could make you see that he is still your father. He still loves you as he always had." Thor almost pleaded. Loki didn't reply. They had this conversation before and Loki was not willing to repeat it. Thor cleared his throat. "Let us speak business." Thor said suddenly, changing his tone to a very serious one. Somewhat curious as to what Thor thought was business talk he turned and sat back down.
"Go on." Loki pressed.
