Enamored, hence my newest title. I have not seen Thor, but I recently saw The Avengers and sort of became enamored with Loki. This is honestly the first time I have taken interest in a villain the first time I was introduced to their character. Please forgive any misnomer type of things. I'm much more familiar with Roman/Greek mythology/Wicca oriented things than I am with Norse mythology, and I haven't read any of the comics either. I thought I'd give third person omniscient a try…
Loki was beginning to get bored of waiting to grow up. He knew it wouldn't be long before he and Thor would compete for the throne. Loki was also tired of feeling as though he were living in the shadow of his brother's glory. Clenching his teeth as he thought, his jaw became sore. Loki stopped ruminating and unclenched his sore teeth. Often he'd find himself slipping into anger like this. He knew he had to find a way to quell it, otherwise he'd make mistakes that wouldn't prove in his favour in the near future…
"Still reading, brother?" Thor joked, shattering Loki's thoughts and he felt him roughly clasp his shoulder, followed by Sif's laughter. She was always at his side, like an extra appendage. Loki was still facing the bookshelf, half glad that neither his brother nor his little girlfriend could see his angry grimace.
"You waste so much time in here. When was the last time you came outside, huh?" Thor asked, sounding a bit concerned for his brother's sudden seclusion.
"I'm beginning to worry about you, Loki," said Thor. Loki easily suppressed the anger as he faced Sif and his brother. Loki couldn't deny this, but wouldn't say aloud that Thor was right. The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge his brother's rightness, not when he knew they would be going head to head for the throne someday soon. Thor was concerned about Loki's recent habits; he'd stopped hanging around with Thor and his friends, though Loki knew he'd always been a fifth wheel from the beginning, anyway. Ever since he'd reached adolescence, he'd started wisening up, realizing that his brother's friends didn't even like him, really. Loki was generally more introverted and spent less time talking and more time observing, which he had a feeling turned off Thor's friends a bit. The last time Loki had hung around with them all, he caught Sif telling Thor how weird she thought Loki was, when she thought that Loki was out of earshot. Loki was sure that Thor knew this, but must have felt badly for his odd, lankier little brother. After that, Loki started spending most of his time in the library at home, filling his eyes and mind with spells and magic, which he'd practice regularly. Loki smiled and laughed calmly, walking past Sif, who was gripping Thor's arm, Loki catching a glimpse of the lewd look she was giving him and his brother's ruby-cheeked response. Loki shook his head, thinking it was pathetic how the two of them thought that no one knew they'd been constantly sneaking off to have sex every chance that they could get. He gave himself a mental note to use this information against his brother the next time they fought. He knew Frigga would be disappointed to learn of such things from her two, gentlemanly, well-mannered, god-made sons. Loki sighed, hearing Sif laugh loudly not far behind him. He made it to a window, where he sat on the stone sill and looked out on a garden. Sif's laughter never lessened when Thor went running towards the open archway and out into the garden, Sif on his back, cackling contentedly. Many times, Loki had tried to deny it, that he felt jealous that his brother was so popular with the ladies. No one had ever batted a lash at Loki, aside from a young maid in training, whom Loki for a while had yearned to take great advantage of. She was the niece of the older lady who tended to his chambers, and Loki had sworn she would blush when he caught her looking at him. He still hadn't bothered to discover her name…he slouched a bit, feeling angry again. He never quite knew what to say to girls, anyway. His shyness deprived him of their interest. He was often afraid that if one had ever really showed interest in him that they would merely be using him to get closer to his brother. Loki sighed and closed his eyes, daydreaming about the young maid girl, what it might be like to convince her to sit in his bedroom and…talk, amongst other things. Loki was shoved out of his daydreams when he literally felt a shove. He fell off the sill and landed unceremoniously on his behind. He looked up to see Thor laughing.
"Are you deaf, brother?"
"No," Loki spat, standing up, "watch where you wander, you great oaf," he said, brushing off his clothes.
"Calm down, Loki…I was only trying to get your attention," said Thor honestly.
"I am calm," he said through gritted teeth.
"I've been trying to ask you if you wanted to go to the parade, for the annual festival we've only been attending forever?"
Loki rolled his eyebrows, glared at Thor, tried his best to ignore Sif who began snaking her arms around Thor's middle from behind.
"I'm not going this year," he said, starting back to the book shelves to find something else to read. Thor followed him, Sif tagging along faithfully.
"Loki, come on! You've been cooped up in here since…" Thor sighed.
"Mother is concerned about you, as well. You need to get out more. It will be fun."
Loki pretended to ignore his brother's requests and let his long, pale fingers slide along the spines of books. He'd read so many by now, he thought, beginning to realize that Thor was right about him not getting out enough.
"The ladies will be out there, brother," said Thor temptingly. Loki hoped that the fervor in his cheeks hadn't spread to his ears, which felt hot, giving notice to Sif and Thor that he was blushing at the idea.
"If it will get you to leave me alone for ten minutes, fine, I'll go," Loki said, pulling a book off the shelf and opening it. He felt his brother's rough hand in his hair, making a mess of it. Loki was caught off guard. He dropped the book and turned around to push Thor away.
"I've told you many times before—I'm not a child anymore! You're making a complete mess of me," Loki hissed, fixing his hair back nice and smooth again. Thor took off, grabbing Sif's hand. She eyed him oddly for a few moments before complying to Thor's impatient tugs, her laughing voice echoing as it left the large room. Loki glared after her and his brother. He knew what they were off to. It wasn't even Sif who Loki admired, he merely felt jealous of his brother's blatant behavior with the girls. Loki felt himself green with envy, but tried to clear it out of his mind by reshelving the book Thor had caused him to drop. With frustration, Loki hurried off to his chambers with his newest favourite volume. It was going to teach him how to create fire with his very fingers. He thought for a moment in his rage about using it on Thor. He sometimes hated the way his brother started treating him. They were young and full of hormones, Loki thought, ones that turned Thor into an ass more than a big brother. Many times Loki daydreamt about stealing his brother's thunder, seducing Sif away from him, merely to make Thor feel like less…the way Loki often felt around him…
It was a heated night as Loki laid above the quilt, naked in his chambers. He began to think about the young maid in training again. He thought she was a little bit younger than him, but as Loki decided to try and do something about his lack of sleep, he couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to be on top of her pretty frame, to stroke her face, what it might feel like to touch her in forbidden ways. He moaned, letting his head fall back in ecstasy. He'd done this most nights, but it had gotten to a point where he just felt angry doing it all alone. He knew his brother was well experienced and must have pleasured plenty of girls by now, knew their bodies, played with their naïve minds. Loki felt himself getting close and stopped, wanting to stave off his release. He would often act this ritual out carefully, timing himself in the hopes that he would train himself to last when the moment finally came that he was in bed with a woman. He had to continue after a few brief seconds, unable to suppress his urges. When he finished, he immediately regretted making a mess of his quilt. He wouldn't want the maids—old or young—to find the remains of his nightly activities. Loki thought it felt too personal. He got up lazily and made his way to his bathroom. He quickly grabbed a washcloth, dampened it, and brought it back to the scene, wiping himself away before things settled and dried. Despite having pleasured himself, the aggravation never quite settled. It would have been nice, he thought, to lie against the naked chest of a young lady once the act was finished, to receive the same doe eyes with which Sif looked at Thor. He hated them at times. His envy could not be quelled. It wasn't just a girl that Loki wanted, but he wanted to be seen in the same light that most everyone held Thor. Loki wanted to be great. He wanted to not feel like less in the presence of his own brother…
The festival came, welcoming Ostara, one of Loki's favourite celebrations. He had lied to Thor when he said he wasn't going this year. He merely wanted to know why his brother would invite him somewhere that both brothers were expected to make an appearance. But really, Loki wanted to see how the girls had changed from how he remembered. Perhaps some he was somewhat acquainted with had become prettier, grown breasts and hips. The thought started to arouse Loki, and he grabbed the closest drink from a server and started on it. As he was swallowing, he felt a slap on his back and spit up half of what he'd put down.
"Don't get drunk before the time is over," Thor admonished, even as Loki choked on what Thor's slap had caused him to cough up.
"Don't babysit me. What do you think you're doing?" Loki asked, trying to remain calm, "You're ruining my clothing," he complained, wiping his mouth swiftly, hoping no one had seen him.
"Have you gotten taller since last I saw you?" Volstagg asked somewhat playfully, appearing beside Thor. He reached out and placed his hand just above Loki's head, then let it drift to the top of Thor's who laughed, still being about a head taller than Loki. Loki fought the urge to grimace. He had been standing there no more than five minutes, and already he felt the urge to stab Thor's friends.
"Give him a break. He should be catching up," said Thor, picking up on Loki's annoyance.
"Good to see you. I think I'll make my way over there," Loki said as politely as he could before leaving his brother and his friends. As he walked away, he swore he heard one of them bring up the embarrassing bildshnipe incident Loki had once encountered while fighting with Thor and his little dream team; as Loki recalled, he'd nearly been trampled to death, but was pulled out of the way at the last minute by Sif. Loki's blood boiled as he recalled how they mocked his fear, how he was frozen in place, defenseless, only to be rescued by a girl, but Thor quickly defended his girlfriend, earning Volstagg a slap across the back of his head. And just as the memory was starting to fade, Loki came to the realization that his wine was now sitting on the cleavage of a girl he managed to bump into. His eyes widened as he heard her gasp, but his attention had yet to go to her face as he stared at her exposed breasts in their new wet gown.
"Oh—I'm—I'm so sorry," Loki stuttered, finally meeting her eyes. He wanted to look at her chest again but was taken aback by the marvelous honey eyes that stared back at him, the lips parted in surprise.
"Of course," Sif sighed from beside the girl.
"Loki, why are you clumsy like that?" she asked, reaching for a napkin and handing it to the girl that Loki was staring at.
"I—it's okay," said the girl, her voice smooth and sweet as if to match her eyes.
"It—it's not a big deal," she said, allowing Sif to help her clean up as best she could.
"Wait, did you say Loki?" The girl asked, smiling, and Loki stood up straight, to his full height. He wanted to look as noble as possible.
"Aren't you Thor's brother?" the girl asked. Loki frowned a bit. He was so aware of how little he had independence as a prince without being associated with Thor.
"I'm sorry. It was an accident, my lady," Loki said, feeling his cheeks flush a bit.
"And yes, I am Loki," he added, feeling stupid to have not introduce himself properly, not that Sif hadn't already done it for him.
"It's ruined, Samaire!" Sif explained. The girl named Samaire, Loki came to realize, pulled away from Sif who was still trying to dab wine off her.
"It's nice to meet you," said Samaire, extending her hand to Loki. Loki stared down at her. She was beyond beautiful with her honey eyes, matching sweet voice, rosy lips, and titillating dark brown hair. She curtsied to Loki when he was late in taking her hand, believing she'd somehow insulted him. Sif crossed her arms and Loki snapped out of it a bit.
"Oh—yes," he said, extending his hand again. Her skin was a welcoming sensation. Loki nodded and when the handshake lasted longer than five seconds, the girl named Samaire laughed. As she did so, Loki swore he could feel her breath on his face and he caught a sweet scent as she leant forward a bit. He blushed and let go of her hand, clearing his throat. She began to kneel down and Loki's mouth fell open a bit. Sif was watching in confusion for a moment, before Samaire picked up the golden goblet that had once held Loki's wine. She gazed up at him momentarily, the light catching her in ways that caused her skin to absolutely glow. Loki felt himself becoming aroused when she laughed again and stood to hand him the drinking utensil. Sif looked to be rather impatient with Loki, mentioning to Samaire again that the dress would stain, that she may as well throw it out.
"Stop making such a big deal out of it," Samaire protested.
"Are you forgetting who you borrowed it from?" Sif asked, throwing her hands up in a sarcastic way.
"I'm really sorry, alright? I wasn't looking where I was going—I bumped into him," said Samaire, "I'll—I'll get you a new one. I promise, cousin," she said, clasping her sweet little hands together and giving Sif a sympathetic gaze.
"Thanks, Loki," Sif said with no enthusiasm and hurried away with frustration, not giving Loki another chance to apologize.
"I'm—I'm sorry. Surely it was my fault," Loki said, leaning down a ways, hoping that Samaire could hear him above the fanfare that had begun. She smiled, and Loki just wanted to kiss her then. He'd seen many girls he fancied for their looks, but there was something very different about this one. She wasn't like the many he'd see constantly throwing themselves at any male who would give them attention. Loki wanted a good girl, and he couldn't have more accurately sensed that in the one still standing in front of him.
"Wow, you're tall," she said, taking a step back and giving Loki a look up and down. Loki hadn't heard compliments from girls before, and this pleased him, yet he denied letting it show just how excited he felt, for some fear that he might scare Samaire away.
"Are you taller than Thor?" She asked honestly, and it was Loki's turn to laugh, "I mean it, because I met him, and forgive me for saying that you're frame is much less muscular, but I swear you must be taller, by at least a head." Loki liked where this was going.
"So, you are Sif's cousin."
Samaire nodded.
"Yes, I apologize for that. She's just angry because this is her dress. I—I borrowed it because I didn't have a very nice one to…" Samaire trailed off and Loki witnessed a slight glow under her cheeks. She looked down at her wet chest.
"I'm so embarrassed. Forgive me," she said.
"The fault was all mine," Loki said, pressing both hands to his chest where he felt his heart beat frantically beneath.
"If you'd like, you can come inside and change. One of my sisters should have something for you. I know that they wouldn't mind," Loki offered. He started to feel that he would say anything to get Samaire into his chambers, but he tried not to make a fool of himself, honestly wanting to show that he was sorry for having made a mess of her gown. Samaire blushed, her innocence radiant.
"I don't mean to be a bother, I—"
"I insist," Loki said and extended his arm in the direction of his home. Samaire glanced about the crowd, not catching a sign of Sif.
"I can have a maid clean it fast, before the stain settles," Loki said.
"Yes, I think you're right. I won't hear the end of this from Sif if the dress remains stained," she said worriedly, allowing Loki to lead her. He shortly made it to a hall where he explained the situation to a maid who nodded and led Samaire to Frigga's chambers while Loki went to ask one of his sisters for a dress to borrow. He was quick in explaining the situation and got what he needed to the maid, who brought it to Samaire, who was out of Loki's sight to change. He pictured her breasts perked up in the dress and wished to see them unclothed entirely. But his mind did not wander for long when Samaire arrived from Frigga's quarters in the new dress. Loki admired the scintillating gold colour on Samaire. Her honey eyes matched it perfectly and he thought that it was as if she were meant to wear the garment. Loki nodded, smiling kindly.
"Again, I am so sorry for this. I will have that dress back to you for Sif by the end of—"
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be abrupt, but do you think I could see the rest of your home?" Samaire asked, interrupting Loki. He didn't mind at all, anything to hear her beautiful voice. She was looking around at the lavishness in an intrigued way.
"I've merely never been in here before and I would fancy a tour. Sif tells me all about the gardens that I have yet to see. Please, Loki?" She asked, and he felt his heart race as she met his eyes. She was begging him. Somehow this turned him on and he had to let his eyes leave hers for only a moment. The moment was too long and Samaire began to hurry away.
"I'm so sorry, I've asked too much of you. I shouldn't be—"
"No, wait," Loki said, grabbing her wrist, and quickly letting go. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, despite all the urges he was feeling at that moment.
"I can show you around. Let everyone else enjoy the festival for a moment. I'm sure they will not notice our absence," Loki said with a grin. Samaire smiled and Loki started down the hall. He brought Samaire straight to the gardens which she had requested to see. She spent a great deal of time admiring plants, and seemed to be thoroughly surprised by Loki's ability to name each and every specimen. He felt, with a little embarrassment, that he had spent too much time with his books. But his brain seemed to impress Samaire, encouraging Loki to continue. He could tell her the story behind every tapestry they passed and he felt that she had begun to marvel at him. Finally Loki led her to his favourite place, the library. Samaire gasped upon Loki opening the door and revealing the high shelves stacked with knowledge and ancient magic.
"This is amazing," she said.
"Hardly anyone uses it," Loki went on, walking inside slowly, Samaire not far behind him taking in her surroundings, "It's mostly me…I spend…a lot of time here," Loki said. He hoped she wouldn't turn and walk away, thinking him a complete recluse the way that Thor's friends teased of him.
"It's quiet," Samaire said, pausing.
"We can go back to the festival, if you'd like," he said, thinking that perhaps she was beginning to feel uncomfortable being all alone with him.
"No, no," she said immediately.
"May I?" she asked, approaching a shelf. Loki nodded and watched her fingers trail the spines of books, the way that Loki himself often did, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to grab Samaire and pull that dress off of her, and—
"Have you read them all?" she asked, pausing in her venture and turning to Loki.
"I'm sorry?"
"Have you read them all?" Samaire asked again with a smile. He had been lost in his thoughts about her delicate looking skin and it started making him crazy. She was so beautiful.
"N-no," Loki responded, hating himself for responding in such a nervous way. He then cleared his throat in what he hoped was the most manly way, made sure he was standing up to his full height. Samaire laughed.
"Ridiculous thing of me to ask. Neither of us have yet lived long enough to have accomplished such a thing," she said. Loki grinned at her.
"Tell me about one you have red?" she asked.
"Yes, of course. What subject interests you, magic, horticulture, linguistics?" he asked, walking over to the shelf where Samaire was, yet keeping a safe distance; he wasn't sure he would be able to suppress the urge to just grab her if he caught another whiff of her sweet scent. Control yourself. You are a god, not an animal, he thought to himself, tightly closing his eyes for a moment, hoping that he looked to Samaire only as if he were thinking about which book he might show her. But as his eyes were closed, he imagined himself sleeping alone like he had the previous night, dreaming about lying between the thighs of such a sweet smelling young woman, like Samaire. He inhaled and caught her scent again. When Loki opened his eyes, he found that she had moved closer to him and his heart jumped. She tilted her head curiously, looking up at the high shelves.
"How do you get up there? Have you a ladder?" she asked curiously, touching Loki's hand absently and pointing to the tops of the shelves with the other. He shuddered with pleasure when she touched his skin.
"There's no need," he said with a grin, slyly. Loki flicked his wrist out and a book from the top shelf appeared in his hand, as if it had fallen out of thin air. Samaire gasped slightly, having been taken by surprise. Loki frowned a moment, afraid he had scared her and was only waiting for her to run away.
"That was interesting," she said, and Loki relaxed, "You know, Hogun has told me that you do a lot of…tricks. Can your brother? I haven't seen much magic performed." Loki shrugged nonchalantly, finally feeling as though he'd gotten some kind of recognition.
"Thor…isn't as interested in magic as I am. I've mastered quite a bit of it, having spent time with these books," he said, flipping through pages. When he glanced at Samaire, he found her leaning back against the shelf, her hands behind her back, looking innocently at Loki while swaying a bit. She looked so innocent and soft. All Loki wanted to do was bury his face in her hair, lie her down…he shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts lest he do something stupid and cause her to lose interest in him.
"Ah," he said, showing her a picture of one of the flowers Samaire had particularly admired in a garden on their tour. He turned so that he was also leaning against the bookshelf, showing the picture right side up to Samaire. She admired it and held the book with one of her hands, allowing it to hold on top of Loki's. He stopped and stared at her, though she was engrossed by the description of the flower, seeming not to be bothered by how cold Loki knew his skin to be. He leant in a little closer, inhaled quietly. She smelled like something familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place it. He wanted badly to touch her, but knew he would spoil any chances he might have by acting so quickly. Samaire was reading and nodding to herself. Loki lost his grip on the book and it fell at his and Samaire's feet.
"I'm so sorry," she said, immediately taking the blame. Loki went to pick it up before her and they managed to touch again, both attempting to pick it up.
"Not at all. The fault was all mine," he said gently, his voice coming out uncharacteristically soft. He usually sounded sly or angered, but he felt the need to be gentle with Samaire. He'd never received this much attention from a girl his age. Samaire laughed.
"You are not at all the way that everyone speaks of you," she said, tilting her head again, the both of them still on the ground. Loki felt his cheeks blaze and knew that he was blushing.
"What do they say about me?" he asked quietly, though no one was around to hear.
"Whatever it is, it is not true, Samaire. I assure you," Loki said a bit defensively. To his surprise she cupped his face. He flinched slightly, not expecting her to touch him this way.
"Your eyes, your kindness…" she said, her thumb stroking his cheek. Loki felt as if he might burst if she kept touching him. Despite how innocent the touch was, it made him want to ravish her. He begged his body not to react inappropriately, lest Samaire see him as all the other hungry, horny young men she must have been acquainted with.
"What do you mean?" Loki asked so quietly that it was almost a whisper.
"I don't see it," Samaire answered, "Your resemblance to Thor. Are you half brothers?" she asked. Loki merely blinked at her.
"They say you have dark ways, but you have been so kind to me. You're very witty, Loki. You're just…different," Samaire said. Loki blushed and smiled, looking down. He laughed, pushing his hair back nervously and picking up the book. Samaire followed him in standing up, having stopped touching his cheek. Normally he hated being compared to Thor, but Samaire could have compared him to bildshnipe and he wouldn't have minded. She did not insult him.
"I'm sorry…I have a tendency to say what's on my mind," said Samaire, looking a little bit nervous then. Loki opened to the same page with the flower Samaire had been admiring. He conjured it out of the book, Samaire's eyes widening at the light that began to emit from the pages as the specimen blossomed to reality in Loki's hand. He held it there before her, grinning in an accomplished way.
"I thought you might like a…souvenir," Loki said, "to remember the gardens by," he added. Samaire picked up the flower from Loki's hand, thanking him repeatedly. She looked at it, smelled it to see that it was real, but then she gasped upon squeezing it in her hands and dropped it to the floor. Loki frowned, his heart sinking, wondering what he'd done wrong. Samaire looked at her fingers and Loki soon saw the blood swell on her index fingers. He felt stupid, having totally forgotten about the thorns the flower possessed.
"I'm sorry," he said immediately, grabbing Samaire's hands.
"How could I have forgotten the thorns?" he asked himself more than anyone else. He felt so stupid then, sure he'd blown his chances with her.
"It's okay," she said, but Loki shook his head and pulled a silk cloth from his pocket, gently dabbing the blood off of Samaire's fingers. He looked at her with most apologetic eyes.
"I'm so—"
"No. Don't apologize. It was an accident," Samaire assured Loki. He smiled weakly. She looked only to have been more surprised than hurt. She looked down at the flower on the floor where she'd dropped it, and Loki waved his hand, causing it to disappear.
"Are you sure you're alright? I didn't mean to," he said frantically. Samaire laughed, setting Loki at ease.
"It really is alright, Loki. Sif has taught me with knives and swords. I've had worse accidents than this," she said. Loki relaxed and smiled honestly, relieved he had not scared Samaire off. He was applying pressure to her fingers, and there was a moment where Loki caught her eyes and they stared at each other. At first it was awkward, until he noticed Samaire begin to blush.
"I like it here," she said, "It's so quiet, and private," she added, glancing around. Loki was sure she'd stopped bleeding but he wanted to retain her touch, even if only this innocent gesture. Samaire's eyes stopped on the stars. It had become dark. As Loki looked in the same direction, he decided he must have spent more time with her than he'd intended to. The festival would be over by now.
"Loki, look," she said, walking over to the same window sill Loki had sat on only a few days before. She sat on the ledge, motioning him over. She pointed to the meteor shower that was taking place.
"As many times as I've seen this, it's still so beautiful," said Samaire. But Loki wasn't looking at the meteor shower, he was looking at Samaire, who was breathtakingly beautiful. He wanted to touch her again, but kept his hands to himself. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, exhaling through her mouth. Loki longed to place his own mouth there, smother her with his tongue. He just kept watching her desperately.
"What are you doing?" he asked gently.
"Making wishes," Samaire whispered, keeping her eyes closed, yet turning to face Loki before lifting her face towards the sky again. Loki finally glanced up at it. Her hand rested on the sill and after a moment of apprehension, Loki reached for it. Samaire's eyes popped open and she looked over at him. Loki was certain she would let him kiss her—
"There you are!" Sif called out, and Loki turned around to find her and the rest making their way towards the two. Loki quickly rescinded his hand, hoping no one, particularly Sif, had caught sight of his attempt on Samaire. He looked up at the sky and away from Samaire who was now looking curiously at Loki.
"You've missed everything," Sif informed, slowly taking in the sight of her cousin.
"What were you doing in here?" she asked, looking at Loki. He knew that Sif was looking his way only because of the subtle contempt in her voice. He knew she was still angry with him for having spilled wine on her dress that Samaire had been wearing.
"Oh, just watching the meteor shower," Samaire said. Loki could tell from her voice that she was looking at him as well. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. Loki heard Hogun laugh and his calm demeanor was becoming bitter again, as if Hogun had deliberately implied that Samaire's choice of company was disappointing.
"What's funny?" Samaire asked in a slick way that caused Hogun to stop laughing, "Loki gave me a tour, and showed me all those gardens you've told me about, Sif. Why haven't you let me here before? All you ever talk about is the brothers—"
"I think you're wanted at home," Sif said, interrupting the girl. Loki turned to look at Sif who had become a little red in the face. Loki cocked his brow at her. Thor was standing behind her with a hand on her shoulder. Sif pulled Samaire and she got up abruptly.
"Where's my dress?" asked Sif.
"Loki had a maid clean it. It should be ready by now," Samaire said reassuringly, looking from Loki to Sif and back again with a bit of what Loki had sensed was nervousness.
"Your mother is looking for you. I can come back and get it another time," Sif said, grabbing her cousin's hand and pulling her away as Loki stood, as if she didn't want her cousin near him. Loki began to feel the rage again, but contained himself.
"It was really nice—thank you, Loki!" Samaire called just as Sif pulled her out of sight. Hogun and Volstagg followed, but not before looking at Loki like he was strange, leaving him with Thor. Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor.
"I don't remember you liking this room, Thor," Loki said, "so why don't you just go?" Thor stopped Loki as he tried to pass him.
"I saw you looking at that girl. You have begun fancying women, brother?" Thor grinned. Loki shrugged him off.
"As if what I do when I invite guests in is any of your business," he said, swiftly walking over to the book he had been showing to Samaire. He sighed.
"Look, Loki, I know you have been having a difficult time socializing. You've got to stop spending so much time in here. I know you could be more social if you just—"
"Do you even hear the way your friends talk about me? How they look at me, brother?" Loki said, waving his wrist and reshelving the book. Thor sighed.
"They don't know you like I do. You never speak much. What are they to think of you? You spend all your time alone in here. It is not the best way to make friends—"
"I don't need friends," Loki said impatiently, "I have plenty of friends, brother, but they don't include yours," Loki said, "Goodnight," he added, leaving for his quarters. He did not bother to find the maid and get the dress back. It was Sif's after all. He no longer cared. Loki thought he might even ask the maid to burn it, simply because he wanted to get back at Sif for being so rude to him. He had apologized for spilling the wine, hadn't he? Loki went to undress and bathe himself. He looked at himself in the mirror for a bit, gripping his arms and flexing. He was strong, but not built like his brother. He sighed somewhat disappointed. He thought perhaps if he just looked stronger, like Thor, the women would start flocking to him instead. Loki knew that his mother would tell him not to compare himself if he were to confide in her. When finally he got to bed, he hoped he would see Samaire again. He wanted to talk to her more, for her to look at him with such excitement at his talents, for her to lie beneath him… He laid back, feeling himself aroused again. He knew that he would not be able to sleep until he pleasured himself, because Samaire would not leave his mind at peace. Loki stroked himself gently, imagining his hands to be Samaire, the place between her thighs he knew would relieve him, if she'd ever let him that close. His hardness was unbearable. He didn't pace himself this time, wanting his release. Getting close, Loki thought about Samaire and feared he wouldn't see her again, and with a moan and such pleasing sensation, he climaxed, a few tears escaping his eyes. He was tired of people misreading him, rejecting him. Samaire was so beautiful and Loki wanted to touch her this way. He knew that he had to see her again. He would make sure of it.