This one-shot is a part of my story – Wayward Son. Due to T rating it couldn't have been a part of a chapter there. However, if you don't know the story, you can still read it – it will make sense as a separate thing as well. I am totally nervous because it is my first try with smut, hope it's not a total mess… Reviews welcomed, I am dying to know if it was a complete mess or not!

Oh. The title is a part of song – Wayward Son by Kansas.

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Loki stared blankly at the wooden door before shaking himself out of his stupor and pulling it shut behind him. He was back in his rooms; his thoughts could keep another day. He was surprised to find Eir wearing nothing but his undershirt and curled up reading in an armchair. He stifled a groan and tried to ignore the twitch of his lower abdomen.

"Hello," she whispered as she snapped the book shut, making him jump in surprise.

Loki, startled by a book. Surely, Hell had frozen over.

"Hello Eir," he murmured, amazed that he'd managed to keep his voice soft as silk.

"I prepared you a bath." Her smile was sweet and polite, as always. She stood, and Loki swallowed convulsively at the sight. "I kept the water warm."

He found himself unable to form any sort of response, eyes devouring her perfect legs. The undershirt was too big for her, easily reaching mid-thigh, but he'd never seen anything so tempting. The many lovers he'd had, all enamored by the thought of sleeping with a prince of Asgard, paled in comparison to her.

Eir began to feel awkward under his gaze and fisted her hands in the material; the hem hitched upwards and Loki lost his breath.

Was she even aware of what she was doing to him?

"I bathed and washed my dress," she explained meekly, crimson coloring her cheeks. "So I borrowed this. I couldn't get another dress; the spell, it was too powerful for me. I didn't know how to break it."

She stuttered to a stop, still across the room from him and fidgeting uncomfortably. When he didn't respond, she licked her lips nervously, eyes flicking to him in bewilderment and lips slightly parted when he gasped at the gesture.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to annoy you," she said, lowering her gaze as if she thought he was angry. His eyes widened at the realization that that was exactly what she thought. "I should have asked if I could bathe before you left."

"No, Eir," he interrupted huskily, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes briefly as he tried to regain his composure, "You did no wrong; I am not angry. I… will bathe now."

He forced a half-smile and hurried towards the bathroom, inhaling deeply when he closed the door behind him. He was known for his self-control and stoicism, yet the very sight of her undid him. He'd hardly been able to stop himself from ripping that damn shirt off her.

With another calming breath, he peeled away the layers of clothing and let them fall to the floor. Her dress, still damp, hung on the back of a chair by the mirror. He harrumphed and stepped into the pool of water, wincing at the temperature.

He needed a cold shower, not a hot bath.

He sank into the tub, resting his head against the edge as his hands dangled over the sides. A vision of Eir wearing his shirt danced behind his eyelids, though he tried to force it away. She couldn't know the effect she had on him, else she'd not torture him so. When her creamy skin was so exposed, it felt like a sin to leave her alone. He was a shadow of a man for not taking the chance to caress her bare skin.

No. You want her to stay pure; innocent.

But the curve of her thigh… He ducked below the water, as if it could cleanse his thoughts as it drenched his hair.

Pure.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the door open and close. A shy whisper jolted his attention back to his surroundings.

"You forgot your night clothes."

Eir clasped his clothes as if they could shield her from his gaze, flushed and biting at her lip. Loki cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away.

"My thanks. Leave them on the chair," he managed through gritted teeth. What was she doing to him, the little temptress…

She did as he asked, hesitantly. Warmth spreading through her belly, and she licked at her lips, moving forward stealthily until she hovered just behind Loki. She bit her lip before skimming her fingers through his hair. She felt him stiffen beneath her touch and recoiled, ashamed.

"I… Can I help you wash your hair and back?" she whispered imploringly. She blushed at her own boldness; she didn't know what had come over her. The last few days she'd felt empty, achingly so. The strange sensation was centered in her groin, and though she'd pushed it aside while thoughts of Loki's engagement tormented her, now it was nearly impossible to ignore.

"Leave me," Loki whispered. His fingers clenched around the tub's edge, teeth gritted so hard he was surprised they didn't break.

"Why?" she asked plaintively, scooting closer until her stomach brushed the back of his head, the white shirt soon soaked with water from his hair.

"Eir, please, I don't want to-" he stopped and winced, agonizing over just what to say. Eir stilled, breath catching in her throat.

"You don't want to touch me?" Oh, how little you know. "Loki, do you think me ugly? Do I disgust you? Is that why you do not wish to touch me?"

Loki winced, his fingertips digging into the edge of the bathtub, though he still would not, could not, meet her eye.

"No, love. I do not think you are disgusting… but you must leave me now."

"But-" He wanted to scream the command again, but the words poured from her mouth. "Loki, please, if you do not find me disgusting then why? Why don't you desire me as I-" She bit her lower lip, breathing ragged. He'd stopped breathing all together. "I don't know what's happening to me. I've never felt like this before, Loki. I… I want you so badly. I want you to do things to me, things like you did that night, but I don't know why. Is it wrong to want that with you?"

By the time the last words left her, she was nearly inaudible, shame striking her mute. Loki hissed.

Such innocence…

His silence condemned her. Eir took a shuddering breath.

"Something happens to my body when you touch me," she confessed and Loki groaned, sending another wave of heat through her. "I—my—it…"

She stopped, frustrated and confused. She couldn't find the words to express the way she felt when he was near, but he was already painfully aware; she had much the same effect on him. She reached for his hand with shaking fingers and guided him to skim her inner thigh, desperate to make him understand. He took a deep, ragged breath when their hands followed the swell of her thigh up, up, up until her chest heaved and her hand dropped away from his. Unable to fight the desire any longer, he closed the last inch himself, muffling a moan at the wetness between her legs. Her hips canted against his fingers and she inhaled sharply, fear and pleasure fighting for dominance.

"Is there something wrong with me," she asked breathily.

"No, love, you are perfectly fine," Loki gritted out, nostrils flaring and eyes shut tight, slender fingers steady against the warmth of her. "It is only a reaction of your body, completely natural."

"Then why won't you touch me again? Was I not good enough?"

"Oh, Eir, no. You were wonderful; I loved it," he moaned helplessly, feeling that the battle was all but lost. She was so ready, needing and wanting him, and the vestiges of the alcohol was fuzzing his thinking ever so slightly. It was hard to remember the promise he'd made, much less keep it.

"Then what's wrong," she demanded, squirming against his fingers, just at the entrance of her vagina and too still for her taste. "Is it bad, what we did?"

You have no idea, love.

Reluctantly, he took his hand from between her legs, ignoring her mewl of discontent, and pulled her closer to the side of the tub, where he could see her easily. Loki took a deep breath, lingering over every piece of his lover. Her legs were slightly parted, her teeth embedded in her lower lip, her hair messy, and the whole of her fairly gleaming.

And so, the fight is lost.

He cupped her vagina in his hand, fingers teasing her skin. Eir gasped, her legs buckling under her. He bit his lower lip, hearing the blood pumping through his veins in his ears. He knew she would fall if they continued in such an awkward position, so he pulled away again.

"Join me," he commanded huskily.

Eir nodded enthusiastically, stripping out of his shirt with all haste. He wanted to touch her breasts, but restrained himself. There would be time enough for that later. Instead, he helped her into the water. She didn't seem to mind that his hand was wet with the slick of her arousal.

She stood before him on wobbly legs, unsure what to do next. Loki ran his tongue over his lips slowly, a smirk spreading across his face. He shifted until he was kneeling in front of her, her breasts just below eye level. Her nipples were already hard and he moaned in anticipation. His lips closed around her left nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking by turn.

She whimpered, fisting his hair and arching her back. Loki's arms encircled her, one hand caressing her buttocks while the other kept her from leaning too far away. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive flesh exaggeratedly.

She moaned his name and keened in delight when he moved to her other breast, giving it equal attention. His chest rumbled at the sound and he nipped at her skin, determined to get an even better reaction from her.

With a strangled groan, her knees buckled and he guided her down into the water. He released her breast with a chuckle, satisfaction sending another stab of heat through his genitals.

Eyes unfocused and breathing heavily, she stuttered out an apology. He crushed his lips over hers and swallowed the words down. She responded with equal passion, pressing her chest flat against his. The exquisite sensation won a growl from him. He pulled her lower half closer to him and she startled when she felt his throbbing length against her thigh.

She broke the kiss with a gasp and glanced down uncertainly. He smirked, breathing unsteady and face flushed.

"You did this to me," he whispered, motioning with his chin to his lower body. Eir hummed with curiosity, pupils blown wide. Her fingers grazed his tip and Loki hissed, leaning his head back. Emboldened by his reaction, she wrapped her fingers around his penis, sliding her hand down to measure the length of him. His hips bucked at the movement, instinctively searching for more friction. Eir dropped him, startled by his sudden reaction.

"Did I hurt you?" He shook his head frantically, desperate to put her fears to rest, mind all but consumed with his need to have her fingers around him again.

"No, 's good," he whispered hoarsely. "I need—do it again."

She obliged, stroking him off until he could do nothing but moan, hips stuttering against her hands. Her lips parted and she gripped him harder, finding a slow rhythm that had him writhing and panting with need.

"Enough," he croaked, moving away. "Enough, love. Come here."

They shifted positions, tepid water slopping onto the floor at their movements. Soon, Eir was nestled in his arms, her back hugged to his chest. He nosed her hair out of the way and kissed her neck, licking and nipping. She whined and tilted her head to the side, baring her neck to him. She was caught completely unaware when his fingers brushed against her pubic hair. Her eyes snapped open at his touch, shivers cascading down her spine as he compounded the sensation by licking the length of her neck in one stroke. He dragged his teeth across her neck gently and sank a finger inside her.

She panted and bounced against his hand, sweat-slicked back rubbing deliciously against his length. He slipped another digit inside her and rumbled with pleasure as her muscles clenched around his fingers. She was close.

And so soon, he smirked, nipping and teasing his way down her throat. He crooked his fingers, sending her into a frenzy, all power of speech lost and the force of her movements making the bathwater slap against their skin lewdly.

"Do you like it?" He flicked the lobe of her ear with his tongue. She nodded her head frantically, a stream of sex-stupid sounds escaping her mouth to the rhythm of his caresses. "Do you want more?"

Another nod. Loki chuckled breathlessly, moving his other hand to catch her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She almost screamed at that, bucking unconsciously.

"Look at me," he commanded quietly, kissing her jaw. Eir turned her head on his arm, opening her eyes slowly. They were shining with a need she couldn't understand, a need he knew too well.

He never stopped moving inside her as he gently rolled her nipple between slender fingers. He leaned down and ran his tongue across her lower lip, delighting in the sounds she made. As much as he wanted to capture her lips and swallow down her words, they were sweeter to hear than taste. She clenched around his fingers more often, breathing ragged. Loki removed his fingers and let go of her nipple, earning himself a whimper and a look full of reproach.

"Come, sit on me," he commanded, turning her around. Her eyes widened, cheeks turning crimson and she shook her head frantically.

Loki chuckled quietly, shaking his head in sudden amusement.

"As you wish," he whispered, leaning and capturing her lips with his. Damp, shaky hands moved to cup his cheeks, and he broke the kiss, hauling them both to their feet.

They were sopping wet and she looked up at him with such confusion that he could only smile with affection.

"Come," he stepped out of the bathtub and reached to help her out, impatience building. His hands cupped her butt and he lifted her easily, making her squeak with delight. His lips found hers once more, frustration and desire roughening the kiss. His tongue found its way into her mouth and her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel the tip of his penis rubbing against her entrance and she broke the kiss, looking down uncertainly.

"Like this?" he breathed, licking his lips. His breathing was ragged and he was barely containing himself.

Eir shook her head rapidly, trying to pull out of his grip, but he held her tight. Unconsciously licking his lips again, he nodded in agreement and she stopped squirming.

"To bed, then," he growled, moving to suckle against her neck.

Her chest heaved enticingly as she struggled to catch her breath, gripping his arms as tightly as she could. In seconds, she found herself being thrown at the delicate bedding, Loki leaping to join her.

He hung over her, leaning on his elbows. He paused to take her in, lips swollen and eyes lidded, the picture of a half-wild beauty. Seeing her so undone was… he did not know what to call it. When he didn't move, she smiled shyly and cupped his cheek. He leaned into her touch and kissed her palm gently. She felt him smirk, and then he was moving his hips, brushing his member against the lips of her vagina. Eir gasped and blushed furiously.

"What should I do to you, my lady?" he whispered, leaning lower to graze her chin with his teeth. She whimpered, buckling under him impatiently.

"Loki," she groaned, clumsily trying to push herself closer to him. He moaned at the sound of his name on her lips and at the damp heat of her arousal. "Loki, please-"

He groaned helplessly and pushed his head inside her. He closed his eyes, trying to take a steadying breath, but Eir wriggled her hips impatiently, forcing a moan from him.

"Stop" he choked out. "You'll make me come."

But she was beyond listening, moaning and thrashing under him, trying to push him deeper into her. Loki pulled away until he was kneeling above her, holding her hips down.

"Stop," he spat, breathing heavily, his eyes closed shut. "You are already too close for teasing and I…"

And I want you so much.

"Sorry," she breathed, stilling. Her fingers were dug into the soft bedding, skin still glistening from their time in the water.

Loki didn't answer, pushing deeper into her and breathing heavily. Eir fought with herself not to move when he was pushing inside her inch after inch, and her walls clenched around him mercilessly. She couldn't stand it any longer; she thrust her hips, moaning. The way he filled her was too much and not enough; she was just tipping over the edge, clenching around him over and over, though he still hadn't pushed in fully.

Knowing she would orgasm soon, Loki shoved the rest of himself in with an obscene groan. He took a moment to regain some of his composure and pulled back until only the head of his member was inside. And then he slammed into her.

Eir screamed his name and he leaned against her, sucking her neck, but not moving. His breathing was jerky, caressing her skin with its warmness.

"Again," he whispered mockingly, breath tickling her ear. Eir nodded willingly, making him chuckle breathlessly. "Say it."

"Please," she moaned, thrashing beneath him. "Please, again…"

Loki obliged, finding his rhythm. Eir almost screamed again, but he muffled the sound with his lips. She bucked against him frantically, as the strangest sensation spread throughout her body. She broke the kiss, leaning her head back, panting and moaning. She felt Loki shifting against her body and bliss found her when his hand caressed her vagina in tandem with the movement of his hips.

"Loki," she keened, fisting her fingers in the bedding and beginning to lose contact with the outside world. She knew nothing but the heat of sex and the rapture that followed.

Waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over her and she bit her lips to hold back her scream. Her walls clenched and, with a quiet groan, Loki slammed himself into her a final time and felt himself empty. He fell on top of her and buried his head in the crook of her neck, determined not to move again for several hours, at least.