(Lynn POV)
Loki held onto my hand, never letting go. It was a nice feeling, one that was fully welcome now. It had been over five years now since that fateful day Loki had come to claim me. I remember it quite well, and it always brought a smile to my face when I remembered how that day ended.
Now, as of today, I will be officially Loki's wife and Queen of Midgard. It was a large leap from where I had been years ago, but Loki had given me the confidence to move on. Supportive yet constantly dominant in my life. Loki had stayed pure with my intentions, and now today would be the day that I would give him my virtue.
The ceremony had been beautiful and over lavish. To my surprise he had invited my brother, who was more than happy to walk me down the aisle. I recalled Loki smiling at me as he stood at the altar, his regalia gleaming in the mid-day sun. The white and blue roses littered the ground, green and silver silk lining the ends of the chairs leading me towards my husband. With a strong grip from my brother, and a squeeze that was a needed reassurance, I could walk the aisle with my head held high.
I gazed at him, giving him a sincere smile. Today was perhaps the best day of my life, so far. I beamed when my eyes caught Loki, smiling with such cheerfulness I thought my cheeks would fall off my face.
The people invited were a mixture of Loki's most favorite world leaders, and other nobles that live within his palace. The priest at the end stood next to a stool with a goblet of wine and a white ribbon. We had walked through this earlier in the week, and talked about what I was to do and what was to happen, but now it seemed all the more surreal.
The short walk had been made and Loki gracefully took my hand from my brother who gave me a tight squeeze, and saying his congratulations before joining the other guests in the front row. Loki squeezed my hand, leading me closer to the priest. The second that our hands touched, I felt the regular electrical current run through our hands. I blushed, remembering that first time he had ever kissed me. And after when Loki held onto my hand every day after that. It had become natural, always reaching for the other's hand. I always felt a little safer when I could feel that he was really there.
Loki had made my life better, and my brothers. My brother had been led away from our aunt, while she was left with her own dainty life. My brother had moved on to attend a noble academy near the palace, to eventually become a royal guard. At least he would be there in the palace one day, to be with me day in and day out, just like Loki would be.
Loki had been fairly busy during our time getting to know each other. We were supposed to have our wedding sometime soon after I had been chosen, however with the right persuasion, I was able to postpone it until a later date. Today was that day, and I knew that Loki and I would last for ages to come.
The dress I had been adorned with was quite lavish. Unlike most of the other simple dresses I had in my wardrobe, the wedding dress was far more intricate in design and detail. With the extra time we had before the wedding, maids and seamstresses worked day and night making the most elegant, and expensive dress, the Nine Realms had ever seen.
It didn't fan out like most dresses, yet it was slimmer with added layers to give it more body. The white silk shined under the warm candlelight, the lace over were designed with the same swirls that the palace was designed as, a subtle look, sparkling with green and silver. Under new light it would change color, from those two colors, and then back to white in certain direct light. There was a sash that wrapped around under my breasts, and a push-up bra to have them appear plumper. The silk and lace followed right up to my shoulders were the thin straps held everything from below up. The twist of the straps in the back with a low dip halfway down showed off my smooth skin. Tanned, yet a slight more pale than it had been since I had first moved in.
The veil was last, and it covered my face with the same green and silver shimmer. It distorted my smiling face but I knew Loki could see me clearly anyhow. Loki couldn't hide his at all and I could only giggle.
The priest began speaking, though it was in an ancient tongue I had never learned, but heard enough from Loki to know that it was Asgardian. Though he ruled Midgard, and resided there, his relations with Asgard, his home realm, stayed the same.
Loki never spoke of his home world much and never much of his childhood either, but he was more than willing to show it to me sometime. I wondered when that would be.
The priest then grabbed for the goblet, and it was first handed to Loki who took a few sips before handing me the rest. I drank it slowly, making sure every last drop was gone, and then handing it back to the priest. There was something else in the drink that I hadn't felt before, but it made my head a bit light every passing second. I held on, Loki's grip somehow tightening around my hands to give me extra leverage. Perhaps he also knew what was in the drink too.
Now facing each other, the priest took the ribbon and started wrapping it around Loki's left wrist. One, two, three times over, until it linked our hands, all the while chanting some words. The ribbon was soon wrapped around my left wrist, and I could feel it tightening on its own, a slight glow started to illuminate from it, and then a burning sensation took over. It was harsh; it was enough of a bite though to make me cringe. I didn't know marriage could be so painful.
The priest said his final words, and then motioned with his hands for us to conjoin completely. Loki was smiling down at me, and he dipped his head down low enough for me to reach him halfway. The kiss was electrifying, as it always had been. I wanted to pull his head closer to my own, but my body was frozen. The kiss didn't last for long before the group witnessing our matrimony began clapping and standing up.
Loki then brought our hand down, pulling his face away, and began walking out back towards the gold doors. With our hands joined, we walked back down the aisle, smiling and nodding our heads at passing guests. Some patted my shoulder, while others tried giving me half hugs that were extremely awkward. Soon we were able to make our escape, making it inside thanks for the help of a guard.
Inside we made quick work to make it back to our shared bedroom. Loki kicked the door open harshly, quickly fixing the hinges with magic and closing it behind him. Now inside and alone, Loki looks down at me with hooded eyes.
"Are we supposed to take this off now?" I asked, staring at the constricting ribbon. Loki chuckled.
"Well, you are supposed to wear it for a month, but yes," Loki then started to unravel his fingers from the mess with his free hand. With a good amount of wriggling, he was able to free his fingers and then wrap the remaining ribbon around my left wrist. He smiled down at me and patted my wrist before taking hold of it and kissing it gently. I blushed a deep red before leaning my face forward to kiss him in the same manner. He welcomed it greatly and stepped back a little. "We have our reception in a few hours, which leaves us a great amount of time."
"I want to dance tonight, not waddle," I told him incredulously. "Please."
"Of course, wife. Today is your day, and I will do as you please," he smiled at me, his eyes traveling my body. "I can't wait to take you out of that dress."
"Well, you're going to need to. I need to get into my other dress for tonight," I told him, rolling my eyes.
"Far too much temptation I'm afraid. However, I shall make an exception, so long as you are mine," Loki stepped closer to me, motioning with his finger for me to turn around. I did as he bid, and I felt his long deft fingers pull at the strings in the back holding the dress together. It great care, he soon had the straps being pulled down until the whole dress fell in a heap on the floor. I was now standing with my back to him, in only a bra and underwear. The matching silk seemingly to please him, I turned around for him to see my front side. I couldn't help the blush that burned all the way down to my neck as his eyes drank me in. "Quite a sight, one I will be more than pleased to have under me."
I blushed even more, my face lowering to the ground. Loki tilted my head up and gave me a knowing look. I was not to be ashamed of myself, for he loves me in some unknowing way. I should be proud of who I am, for there is something to love about me that I hadn't seen before until I met my husband. He loves me, and I love him.
I smiled, and Loki smiled with me, tilting my head a little more upwards as he claimed my lips with as much passion as our first had been. We pulled away when there was a soft knock at the door. Loki growled in his throat and soon was pushing me into the bathroom. He opened the door once I was covered by the door, and spoke in a different tongue to a maid. The maid came bouncing in, blatantly ignoring her king in the process to attend to me.
The maid had been here early in the morning to place what will be needed following the wedding. Again I was sat onto a chair in front of a mirror as she and a few other maids, who had joined her, began working on my hair and make-up. The make-up didn't take long, as not much was needed, and the hair was left to fall around my shoulders.
In the years of living in the palace, Loki had asked to allow my hair to grow out. It was more fitting for a woman to have longer hair, and I really honestly didn't care. Loki preferred it longer, so I grew it out. It was a nice change, my dark blond hair being well taken care of, falling just below my shoulders. With the curling this morning before it was put up in a bun, allowed it to fall in nice waves framing my face.
The maids then went on to gather up my reception dress, a white long ball gown that resembled my wedding dress except for its extravagance. Again, much detail was put into the dress to have almost all the same designs as the first dress. It was more form fitting and comfortable to wear, especially to dance in. I had tried this dress on again and again, being sure that it was thoroughly worn to fit me better and to be sure that I could dance in it well.
Loki and I had danced many times since that first night. On the second night of being there, it was a nice surprise for Loki to ask me to dance. With a lone violinist in the corner, playing a soft mellow tune, Loki and I spun and revolved all around the large dining room. Loki had smiled a true genuine smile to me that night. I hadn't danced well, but with Loki's lead, I was able to not make a fool of myself. Loki practiced with me for months to teach me how to dance right, at least well enough for our wedding day.
Soon I was all ready to go, with only a few minutes to spare. Loki was waiting impatiently outside as the maids scuttled out of the room to leave us in privacy until we left for the reception. Slipping into some flats, which seamlessly hid under my dress, I stepped outside to allow Loki to see me. He stood stunned for a few moments before smiling fully at me, his eyes reaching every corner of my body.
"I do love the detail they've put into this, it accents every great and beautiful quality you have," Loki walked over to me and took my hand with the ribbon tied around the wrist, and kissed my knuckles. "Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to our guests?"
"Of course my Lord," I curtsied, picking up a little piece of my dress, and bowing my head slightly. Loki laughed, for some odd known reason, he always found this funny. I took his proffered arm and followed him out of the room.
Most of the guests from the wedding were now in the larger dining hall. They mingled and talked with each other until their eyes found us. They applauded us and allowed us passage to stand at the other end of the table. We smiled and I waved to the few new friends I had made while living here.
There weren't many, but the three I had spoken with on a daily basis had become such huge parts of my life. Their families had joined them today, and the few amounts of children were standing close to their mothers and fathers, applauding silently. Soon, there would be a day before Loki and I would have children. And until that day, I would always imagine how our children will look like, and be more like. I was thinking that they would all be like their father, his dominance is probable a hereditary gene that would take over my own. I could only laugh at the thought, but I kept it to myself.
Loki walked me around to a few guests, introducing me to their families, and left me to speak with them as Loki mingled with other court members to discuss business. Loki had a few other things to take care of before we would leave for the month for our own time. I was more excited about all the time that we would spend with each other than anything. Though I knew he would still have to run his universe while we were away, but just having him there me day and night, would be a nice accommodation.
Dinner had commenced soon after, and Loki retrieved me from my friends. They gave us their congratulations, smiling and giving me a hug before finding their seats. Loki took my hand and led me to the end of the table. The two seats at the end were made of pure gold, with silk cushions with swirl embroidery. To say the least, I was sitting on a large sum of money. Well really, I was living in a large sum of money, but I tried not letting it get the best of me. I've been living here long enough that I've gotten used to it. Mostly.
Butlers came and served us our meals, a mixture of heavy meats, steamed and seasoned vegetables, and a small serving of fruit. This was a typical meal for Loki and me, but for the rest of the guests, they were all quite pleased. Pleasant chatter rang through the hall, I watched from the end of the table, nibbling on my food while also joining some conversations. Loki was speaking to some of the highest ranked generals, speaking in a slew of different languages fluently with each one he spoke to.
Our plates were taken away, and another platter of desert was served. This one was chocolate, with a chocolate mousse center and chocolate fondant covering. It was something I had chosen, and it seemed to be a favorite amongst the guests. Loki and I shared one since it was far too much chocolate to eat on our own. Most of the other guests were doing the same.
The violinists in the corner were now playing louder as guests got up from their chairs after talking for some time after eating. They danced and swirled in sync. Eventually Loki grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me out on the dance floor to join them. We were given a space in the middle that we blissfully began dancing to the tune. A young woman began singing, a peaceful tune that melded with the music beautifully. I stepped closer towards Loki, resting my head against his warm chest. I could hear his heartbeat thrumming against my ear. Such a deep sound, so full and so comforting.
Loki pulled me back slightly to be sure I hadn't fallen asleep, smiling down at me and swooping his head down to kiss me. He nibbled on my bottom lip, and then delving his tongue into my mouth when I had opened it. I melted into him, allowing him to take full control with our dance. This is where I wanted to be, with him, always next to him, our bodies mending into one.
The dance soon ended and the crowd cheered the orchestra before another dance commenced. Loki twirled me around and around once again, not stopping. I smiled, I couldn't help it, and the knowing looks from our guests told me that Loki was smiling too. I could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed with me, swirling through the throngs of other couples dancing around us.
I gazed back up at my husband and I kissed his chin lightly. He found my gaze and kissed me tenderly on the lips once again before swooping his head down to nibble on my earlobe. There was a direct shot from there to my groin and I could hardly wait any longer now. Loki whispered into my ear as if knowing that this had occurred.
"I think we've been here long enough, why don't we leave while we can," he stated. I nodded my head, feeling the blush rise in my cheeks again. Surely now it was no mystery what Loki and I were to do when we would leave. Though where we were going I had no clue, it was all kept a surprise. According to my maids, Loki had been extra careful on not allowing anyone know of the location, which has been bugging me now forever.
"Loki! Leaving so early? I'm sure General Kroft hasn't even had his third barrel of ale yet!" Another prominent general approached us, I could feel Loki tense up next to me before he curtly spoke to the man.
"My wife and I will make our leave now, I do hope you enjoyed yourself," the man didn't seem to hear his tone and smiled at the two of us.
"Surely I have! My wife will be talking about this for years to come! Now, run off now, I'll keep watch so no one else interrupts!" I could hear and smell the alcohol running out of his mouth. It took everything in me not to gag in front of him or the other guests.
Loki wasted no time, and we made our way down an archway to a more quiet hall. Loki gripped tightly on my hand, looking all around for any stray guests, but only finding maids and servants rushing about to get their last bit of chores done. The blush hadn't ever left my face since we left, and I was feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. I hadn't had any wine or ale, I wondered what was making me so woozy.
We finally made it to a small silver door which opened before we made it to it, and Loki dipped down and lifted me in his arms. I yelped stunned for a second before I realized what he was doing. Carrying me over the threshold I could hear the tell-tale signs of a helicopter in the distance. I rested my head against Loki's shoulder as he walked towards the large machine. Loki placed me on my seat as we entered and I shuffled to get into the straps.
Loki helped me the rest of the way, and rested his hand on my forehead.
"You should sleep," he spoke softly, though now it was more dull as if my hearing was fading. "The wine you drank is special, and I will explain more when you wake. I promise you won't miss anything."
"Mhm," was all I could muster now, feeling the dull ache in my head as it was slowly claimed by sleep.
"I will wake you when we get there," his voice was fading in and out with every word until I couldn't even hear the chopper. It was a nice pleasure, yet I still wanted to be awake during the final hours of my wedding day.
(Loki POV)
She slept peacefully next to me, resting her head against my arm as soon as I had taken my seat. I buckled myself, wary of her sleeping form and had both headphones on our heads before we took off. I wrapped my arm around her and let her head fall into my lap, I brushed some stray hairs that had fallen into her face. She had such beautiful skin.
I'm always reminded of her stories, of how she described her life. Surely such a beautiful woman wouldn't be so disturbed by her past. Her father had done treasonous things, surely death was not his answer. Most rebellions were put into prison, awaiting their trials to be sentenced into hard labor. She never spoke of the men that had taken her to her aunts, then again she was quite young.
Her brother was a charming lad, a handsome boy. They both looked almost exactly alike except for his more masculine and her more feminine features. He was built and sturdy, even without proper training, and having him trained to be a guard would suit him well. It would also make her happy, and that's all that really mattered.
Her aunt was something else. I had my men search the apartment that she resided, and found that it was in the worst of conditions and they were unimpressed. When I visited her myself after making an unexpected visit to the Steel City, I was not expecting the type of woman I had been introduced to.
She was repulsive, a sultry woman who had no means of knowledge. Her greatest accomplishment actually acquiring a man who was no less a man than a rock. It seemed that having a niece who had married the King was worth the time. She was a disgrace to my kingdom and I almost let my twitchy palm have her sent to the dungeons.
Lynn wouldn't want that, and though she despised the woman greatly, neither of them had asked for their punishment. What Lynn didn't know was that she had been the one to exploit her brothers rebellion squad. The reptile had been clever enough to do that, but hadn't thought it through and got the kids anyways. My men were taught to slaughter those of equal punishment, but not children.
Lynn was spared because my men were smart enough to remember their place, though killing a woman had been an infraction enough to have them banished. There was no realm for them to go to, and I had no desire to send them to the bowels of Asgard. Too many temptations for them there, now they do guard watch around my palace. I had found them suddenly when Lynn had been able to describe one man.
I had not told her of my visit to her aunt, and I had intentions to tell her soon. I would wait until the end of the month to tell her of this, or if she brought it up, which wasn't often. She didn't speak much, not unless she was spoken to. It took an even longer time to get her accustomed to speaking with me freely. It was such a revelation when she sauntered into my private study asking about my work and telling me about her day.
She was most gentle, and careful with her words. Surely she knew of her place, but she eventually will. It had been so hard to keep my wits about myself while in our rooms, releasing her from the constricting wedding gown material. She looked absolutely stunning in it, but she looked even more pleasing in her undergarments.
I had chosen her for her beauty, and she was quite that. The other women that were offered to me were much sultry as Lynn's aunt had been, yet these were more suited for their jobs. Whore's, and that's exactly what Lynn would've been if I hadn't taken her with me. Surely though she had been sad to leave her brother, but I had changed that after our first night together. That kiss still lingered in my mind every time we kissed, the same electrical current running through me each time our lips touched.
The sky outside the window had grown dark, yet the stars scattered in the sky illuminated the city below. We were far from my kingdom, yet it seemed to stretch beyond the eye can see. I was a proud king, these lands were worth my time, and the lands outside this realm as well. The people seemed pleased with my rule, and Lynn had told me all of their worships of me. I was a praised leader, one that would outlast the ages. With Lynn by my side, I was more than happy to continue on. Our children will be loved and cherished, the people will accept their rule without hesitation. It was a joyful day, and will be a joyful day when they come.
Her chest rose and fell slowly in tune to her beating heart, I could hear it in my ears, feel it in my legs with every pound of her heart, she was becoming more like myself. Her immortality was apart of the deal that was not thoroughly discussed, but accepted nonetheless. It was inevitable, and she had done a wonderful job keeping herself up for the duration of the reception. Though I thought she had fallen asleep at some point, she surprised me by looking at me with those crystal clear blue eyes.
Those eyes, that mouth, that body was now mine. She was a body meant to be worshiped, and praise it I shall. With her natural look she had me, and I had been pleased that she too despised too much make-up. Her features did not need the extra color.
Her rosy cheeks were still present on her face, perhaps she was still conscious. I looked out the window; it had been at least an hour since our departure. It would take another ten minutes before we landed for our plane. The plane would take off for New Mexico.
It is now more of a landing site; the small amount of civilization in the state had been removed. The desert scenery had been transformed to withstand galactic travel between the realms, its main hub sitting near that small town I had glimpses of over 200 years ago.
I had rarely visited New Mexico, preferring to travel on my own. It withheld too many memories for me to bear. The war, it was not a topic that Lynn and I would discuss, but it burned in my mind as if it had happened just days previous.
I always remembered sending that Destroyer to Midgard, to kill my brother. At the time it seemed the most merciful decision to make, he was to thwart my plans. They became incomplete; I could not carry them out with him in the way. And even when I thought I had destroyed him, he had slipped my watch and came to take his revenge for such a rash act.
I had failed, of course, the first time though. My attack the second time on Midgard had rendered them speechless, and after delivering the Tesseract to Thanos, I destroyed him as well. Those were in my early years of rule. I was a terrible ruler; many had not forgiven me for my actions during the war. Again, Lynn had told me that most have forgotten what had happened. The Chitauri had threatened to swarm and kill those unworthy of my rule, but I defended Midgard. The Chitauri were left to squander the universe after I had taken down their leader.
The Other had also come to kill me for such treasonous actions, but using the Tesseract's new power, I was able to defend myself then. I was more successful than I had ever been in my years, I was meant to rule. Now I had a wife, and a kingdom. I was truly a lucky man.
The pilot spoke up, telling of our landing in just a few minutes. Once on the ground, I lifted Lynn into my arms and carried her over to the small jet that was waiting for us. My faithful servant was standing at the top of the stairs. I walked up the few steps to the top and she stepped out of the way to allow me entrance.
"Sir, the bedroom is ready if you would like to place her there once we've taken off," she spoke, Lidia was ever faithful even in her short amount of years. Her mother had been as faithful, and I wondered if Lidia had ever mated yet. It would be a question for another time, for now I only nodded my head and placed Lynn in a large cushioned seat. Her head sagged to the side, but she did not stir.
"My Lord, we are ready for our departure," the pilot stepped out from the front of the plane.
"Let us make haste, I wish to be there before the night ends," I reminded him. He nodded his head and left to his own accord to take off. I sat next to Lynn, making sure that we were both strapped in. I would take her into the bedroom when we have reached our optimal height.
The plane took off and in a matter of minutes we were at 30,000 feet. I soundlessly lifted Lynn from the chair after freeing her of the buckles and carried her to the bedroom in the back. It was a grand room for such a small plane, but it will suffice until we have made it to our final destination.
Lying her down gently on the bed, I pulled down the duvet to cover her up. I slipped in behind her, preferring to lie next to her until our time to land. I rested my head next to hers, smelling the toxic aroma coming from her hair. It smelled of fruits, a melon mix of something else crisp and clean. Her skin was incredibly soft under my touch, running the tips of my fingers over her side. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest. She fit like a glove, forming perfectly. She scooted her way closer until there was no space between us at all. I smiled, even unconscious she trusted me so much.
I debated on waking her up now, to take care of a pressing need between my thighs, but I would wait for a better moment. I had planned for this night now forever and I will not change that now because I am waiting impatiently.
I nuzzled my nose in the crook of her neck and soon found some peaceful sleep in a matter of seconds.
(Lynn POV)
I was warm, verging on uncomfortable. I could feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around my waist, and legs intertwined with my own. I turned my head slowly to see Loki's sleeping face resting on the same pillow as mine. We hadn't ever slept together like this, I felt it was too much temptation for either of us, but it seemed that those days were over now. We were married, happily, and it seemed that we both could keep ourselves calm.
Loki stirred, his eyes opening slowly before finding mine. He smiled, stifling a yawn. I rolled on my other side to nuzzle my head into his chest, feeling his warmth spread all over me. He squeezed his arms around me tighter, kissing the top of my head. I squirmed out of his grip to look him in the face, the first time since I had first fallen asleep. Now it seemed as if I was looking at him with new eyes, his face so much clearer than it had been.
"What time is it?" I asked, pulling back further to look over his shoulder. I didn't see a clock anywhere, but the small window told me it was still late. The sky was dark outside, but I realized that we were sitting on a bed, not in the helicopter any longer.
"We're in a plane. We switched possibly a few hours ago. We should be landing soon though," Loki sat up, leaving me lying on the bed. I was still wearing my dress, and Loki had taken off some of his armor. He was still in a tunic and trousers that looked heavenly on him. He caught my gaze and smirked, leaning over and giving me a nice wet kiss. "Change into the outfit in the bathroom and come buckle up for landing."
I nodded my head and jumped out of bed heading into the bathroom. I quickly changed, happy to get out of the dress, though comfortable, I was even more so in a pair of white shorts and a dark blue blouse the hung loosely over me. I fixed my hair as best I could, letting it fall down my back and brushing out the few strays on top.
I walked out, going through the door to my right and walked to the seat next to Loki. He was writing something down in some strange foreign script, fiddling with his pen every so often. I peered over to see who he was writing to, but even that was something I couldn't seem to understand.
"You'll soon be able to read this, without translation. I hope that your head is feeling better?" Loki rested his hand against my forehead. I leaned into the touch but felt that my head felt normal. I nodded my head, glancing into Loki's eyes and seeing a shimmer that I hadn't noticed before.
"What was in the wine?" I asked, twisting my fingers in a knot. Loki sat back in his seat and observed me carefully before speaking.
"I must admit that I didn't expect you to be awake so soon. However, the wine held a golden substance from Asgard. They were mixed in your drink to elongate your life," Loki explained, thrumming his chin with his fingers. He then ran his fingers through his dark ebony hair in exasperation, "though I was surprised to see you awake, are you sure you're feeling fine?"
"Yes, I just needed a good cat nap," I smiled, Loki chuckled and reach forward to link our fingers.
"If you ever feel tired, just let me know. We should be landing soon, so strap in," Loki let go of my hand to get his own buckles done while I did mine. The pilot spoke over the intercom to signal our descent. I held onto the sides of the chair before Loki grasped hold of my hand and squeezing it reassuringly. I smiled at him as the plane lurched forward and slowly made it's way closer to the ground.
Landing smoothly, Loki and I exited the plane hand in hand. The air was dry and cold, and I stood closer to Loki who just wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Sorry love, I wasn't expecting it to be this cold," Loki rubbed my arm, leading me towards a black SUV.
"Where are we going?" I asked, gazing up at him.
"No where in particular. I want it to be a surprise," he smiled and kissed my forehead. My lips formed a thin line before looking ahead of me. A man opened the door for me and I slipped in, feeling the leather upholstery feel nice and smooth under me. Loki climbed in on the other side after speaking with the driver. We buckled in and soon we were driving off into the night. The only thing that appeared to be outside were desert lands, stretching far beyond into the night sky. The stars illuminated so much before it would turn black and blotchy in my vision.
It seemed that we had driven for hours, when it had only really been about one. We stopped in some barren land; I could hardly see short buildings in the distance. Loki stepped out and reached my door on the other side to allow me out. I stumbled on the dry dirt beneath my feet and could smell the dust that was rising from the ground. Obviously it hadn't rained here in forever.
Loki took my hand and led me towards a small circle indentation in the ground that was being illuminated by the car lights. It was strange, with similar swirls that were found in the palace. I eyed it suspiciously as Loki led me to the center of the circle. Loki lowered his head behind me and spoke in my ear softly.
"Now, this will be the most difficult part of our journey. I hope that you truly are feeling well; this might make you nauseous though. Just don't let go, whatever you do, keep a hold on my hand the whole time," Loki then wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. I turned in his grasp and took hold of his waist as well, locking my hands together. "Heimdall! Open the bridge!" Loki yelled into the sky. For a few seconds nothing happened, and we were waiting for a few seconds before I felt this pulling sensation rip through my navel, pulling my head and everything around me was in a flash of light.
I felt my whole head spinning, turning my stomach and the dull pulling ache in my bones. In a flash we were going across the universe. Suddenly I could feel my feet softly touching a hard smooth surface. My head had been stuffed into Loki's chest, yet I could still feel his arms wrapped around me loosening.
"Love, are you ill?" he asked softly. I shook my head, in all I felt fine, it was the unexpected journey of being thrust across the universe in a matter of a few seconds.
"No, no I'm fine," I stepped back, almost toppling over; Loki caught me before I did and wrapped his arms around me once again. "Where are we?" I asked, gazing up at him.
He smiled, and turned me around slowly, and the sight before me was absolutely amazing! The warm glow from the light in the sky set long casting rays over the golden city before me. In front of me there was a long bridge, glowing with energy. One horse was whining at the entrance of the large dome we were standing in. The whole place was huge and ornately designed, just like the palace.
Loki took hold of my hand and walked me to the horse. It lifted its head up and tipped its head forward to smell us. Loki reached forward his free hand to allow the steed to sniff, he allowed Loki to pet him on his muzzle, breathing loudly through his nose. Loki then took my hand he was holding onto and reached it towards the horse as well. I was hesitant at first but when the horse allowed me to pet him, I knew he liked me. Loki smiled and then pulled me towards the side to help me leap up the high jump to saddle up. Loki jumped on after me and grabbed the reigns. I had never ridden on a horse, though I have watched from afar.
There was a stable house at the palace, on the ground floor with at least six horses in all. The white one was my favorite and enjoyed my company most. I had never dared to ride them, but now I'm wishing I had. In a few seconds we were riding quickly down the rainbow bridge and heading towards the city. Once past the golden gates, I could hardly see anything in detail, most of it was in a blur.
We soon made it to the largest building that looked like an over-sized organ player. Gold and grand, this must be the palace to whatever land we were in. Yet, taking another look around I could already guess where we were.
"We're in Asgard aren't we?" I asked, looking at Loki who had jumped down. He rested his hands against my waist and helped me down off the horse.
"Good guess," Loki kissed my forehead and then pulled me inside. I looked at everything we passed, and Loki had to slow down to allow me to stare at some of the art fixtures that was placed within the halls.
"Where's Thor?" I asked.
"Thor has finally allowed my rule, he sits on the throne for now," Loki commented, his voice passive. This was a sensitive subject.
"Two bird's one stone?" I asked.
"Something like that. Though we will not be staying here, I wanted you to see a few things before we headed off to where we will be spending for the next month," I couldn't see his face, but I was unsure what it would look like.
Just like the palace at home, we went down many hallways before we finally found a set of stairs that headed down a few flights before leveling off. This part was mostly lit up by the torches set around the walls, and there were no doors. Suddenly at the end of the hall were a set of deep brown wooden doors. These doors were the same design as Loki's library and room. I had studied the carvings but they were still foreign to me.
Loki flicked his wrist and the double doors flung open and the torches inside illuminated. I stepped through the threshold and gazed all around the room. It looked very similar to the one Loki lived in, yet this one had not been touched for years it seemed. The books on the shelves were covered in dust, the bed was tightly made and unkempt, a sign of no inhabitants for quite some time, and everything was tidy and unmoved.
"This is your room?" I asked my voice small in the carnivorous room.
"For a number of years. I haven't been here since I had left, it seems that the maids have forgotten to clean," Loki walked around, running his fingers through the dust on his bookshelf.
To the left where Loki was standing was a large bookshelf, more sets standing next to it to the other side of the room. To my right were a large over-sized bed, green and black silk can be seen from under the duvet. The large wooden canopy had green silk draping over the sides, to be pulled over to cover what lie in the bed. Must have been useful early in the morning, then again there was no windows or balcony so I'm sure it was put there for other reasons as well. I blushed at the thought, but didn't let it get to me, Loki was mine now.
"It looks like your room at the palace," I walked over towards the bed and ran my fingers over the top of the silk duvet. Even untouched for years it still felt nice under my touch.
"Old habits die hard," was his response. He stayed quiet as I walked around the room, inspecting everything and cleaning off some books I found interesting. There were so many spell books, why would one person want so many.
"Why magic?" I spoke up after a while of silence. Loki had found himself gazing at the bed, lost in thought. He perked up at my question and took a bit to answer.
"It was something that was interesting. I obtained a talent for it at a young age," Loki explained. What else was I supposed to say now? Loki walked towards me and grabbed the book I held in my hand. He flipped through it quickly before stopping on a page, he quickly skimmed the page before closing it shut and tossing it over on the bookshelf again. "Let me see your hands."
I lifted my hands up for him and he flipped them palm side up and cupped mine with his own under them. He closed his eyes and began enchanting something under his breath before I felt a prickle all over my palm. My hands glowed for a second before a small flame burst to life. I yelped in shock, but Loki held onto my hands to not move them.
The small yellow flame was calming; I could even feel the warmth of it spreading through my body. It warmed my senses from head to toe, and I stared in wonder at the ball of flame in my hands. I was so transfixed by it I didn't even realize that Loki had removed his fingers from under mine. Once I looked up at Loki, but he was concentrating on the ball of fire, so I went back to watching it too. I noticed it made a perfect ball in my hand before expanding to look more like a flame, and then it went back to a ball. From the ball it began forming into some shape, condensing into a small oval before stretching out, a small flame extended off one end and formed a whip of some sort, and then the other side formed another small ball from the bigger one. Two little flames stuck up from the smaller ball on the top, and something else protruded from the front side. The larger oval sprouted four more flames underneath and I realized that it was a cat. I was holding a flaming cat in my hand. I gasped in amazement before the fire went out completely. I felt the warm feeling leave my body and I was left with the same coldness of the room.
"How-"
"Fire is the most basic element, almost all creatures can hold it without harming themselves," Loki explained, staring at me in wonder. "It's not a rare gift, but it's a gift nonetheless."
"So I can hold fire in my hands?" I was a bit confused now. He laughed at me.
"Well yes, but with good amount of practice you could do so much more with that," he smiled, walking towards me and grabbing my left hand. "Now, I think I'm done being nostalgic. I think it's time that we head out."
I rested my hand at the crook of his arm and allowed him to pull me along, my strides meeting his long ones. Out of the room now, he closed the door with the same flick of his wrist and we were up and out of the dark dungeon like hallway. It was much warmer up here, and I was almost glad that we were away from there. Loki's childhood was a cold and dark one such as his abandoned room. The dark and lonely prince, no wonder he would brood a lot. Servants and maids passed us silently, not even acknowledging Loki in the slightest. It seemed Loki didn't like this, but he ignored it and led me outside back to the horse.
"Where is Thor?" I finally spoke up once I was up on the horse, Loki following right behind me. He stiffened before taking the reigns and taking off, ignoring my question. Again, still a sensitive topic.
The ride over was magnificent, the grounds of Asgard was covered in exotic planets, and odd animals that looked to be hybrids of ones one Earth, and the trees were much larger and lush. The green was striking even in the setting sun. It seemed that the sun almost came from Asgard, but I could see the two moons cascading it in the distance. These moons were very large and very close to Asgard's atmosphere, if it even had one. Loki's grip around my waist was tight, almost crushing me to him, then again we were going pretty fast on the horse. It was a wonder how the steed kept up with the pace after riding for so long.
The trail that we had been riding on began sloping upwards, and I noticed that we were heading up into the hills. One glance behind me told me that we were far from Asgard's palace, riding up into the high mountains in the West. The trees began blending into one again as light soon began to dim and night fall upon us. Loki was rushing to get up to the hill before nightfall, and it only made my stomach jump in my throat of what was to come after.
Now at the top of the hill, it dipped down quickly before leveling out. In the distance on the flat platform I could see what appeared to be a large home. Now quickly descending upon it I could deduce that it was indeed a house, and the design and construct was definitely Asgardian royalty.
Loki jumped off the horse first and grabbed onto my waist, except he didn't allow me to walk. Instead, he carried me to the door, bridal style, that opened upon his will to carry me across the threshold. He set me down gently once we were in to allow me to gaze around.
Just like in the palace on Earth and in Asgard, everything was clean crisp and golden, except this had a more Mediterranean feel. The white plaster walls blended nicely with the gold that contrasted so much in comparison. The plants in vases strewn about the hall gave it a more natural feel, and it was open. There was a single hallway that led to many different rooms, and straight into a large one at the end. The doors that lined the hall was carved in dark polished wood and had deep carvings. Lights flickered on from the walls, a warm glow now illuminating the darkening world outside. It was beautiful, and it was just a simple house, peaceful. I remembered the many times my mother had spoken of the nobles homes and how they resembled such peaceful tranquility. It was a lot to take in, and I couldn't help but allow the one tear to run down my cheek.
Loki stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He was nibbling on my earlobe, a small gesture I allowed him since I decided to stay virgin until our wedding night. Now would be the night that I would give myself fully to him, something I would be more than happy to do.
"I allowed Thor to marry of his choosing, he too is off on his honeymoon," he stated, suckling on the junction between my neck and shoulder. "I decided I would show you Asgard, you asked me a lot about my home world. Thor has taken refuge on Earth, free to visit as we are here."
"I thought you had business?" I blurted, he growled.
"I do, but for now, I will spend time with my wife," he bit down into my skin, I felt chills already flowing, I tensed up for a slight second before I relaxed myself as he began rubbing his hands over me. "You look lovely in blue, I especially like this dark color on you."
I turned in his grasp to kiss him fully on the lips, he dipped his tongue into my mouth and quickly dominating. I hummed in his mouth taking him in fully, anticipating of what was to come. I could already feel my wetness start to drip between my legs. I had never once pleasured myself, not even after I had become engaged with Loki. I would leave him to pleasure me, and if he asked me to, then I would. For him.
I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling at his long hair. It was much shorter than the first time I had met him, which I preferred him with the shorter hair. He looked much more cleaner, and more his age, though he's been living for a thousand odd some years now, though his appearance gave me the impression that he looked to be around his mid to late twenties. It never occurred to me until now that I was now immortal as well and I'll probably look like this for many centuries to come. It was no wonder that gods pick up hobbies, I should find mine soon.
I was distracting myself, and I didn't know what from. I loved this man, and I was willing to give myself to him. What was I feeling trepidation for? I decided I would move this along, not spend too much time mingling to allow my mind to wonder again. I ground my hips against his and felt his growing erection through the material of his pants. He groaned into my mouth as our tongues dueled.
Loki's hands traveled down my body, feeling every inch he could through my clothes. He eventually made his way to my ass and gave it a good squeeze before lifting my leg up to his waist. I wrapped it around as best I could before Loki eventually lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly gripping around his neck better. My head left his and fell on his shoulder, I laughed as he carried me down the hallway and through a large wooden door. Inside, I could smell something lovely all around. Loki stopped in front of the bed and placed me down on it softly.
The plush material felt like a fast flowing river, clear and crystal and smelling of nature. The room had a few lit candles scattered about the room. It was all for the purpose to make it seem more romantic.
"I feel I don't really fit the whole hearts and flowers. But I acquired scented candles to make up for it," Loki rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Loki, we could be out in the forest right now. This is beautiful though," I smiled up at him, reaching my hand forward to rest it against his stomach. I could feel it knotting under my touch, constricting and seeing his cock twitch under his trousers.
"I will love you for centuries to come, and I can only dream of all that we will do together. All I am is yours for now and forever," he dipped down on one knee, "for I now own the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It was more than desiring a wife that day; it was searching for a companion. Life is so much fuller when you have someone to share it with."
He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead then on the cheeks then on my chin then on my lips. This kiss lasted for what felt like forever, full of the love and passion we had for each other. Loki began running his fingers over the top of my dress, finding the buttons and tugging on them before just ripping them off, leaving me in my bra. I allowed my fingers to travel down his naval to pull on the hem of his shirt and fiddled with his buttons. I didn't get far as Loki threw me back on the bed. I squealed as he fell on top of me and went back to kissing me. We kissed forever, our tongues dueling with each other and tasting, exploring, discovering, testing, a heady mix.
Loki then found the button to my bottoms and slid the material down my legs. He left my mouth and left open mouth kisses all along my neck and chest, spending some more time on my mounds exposed above the bra. He kissed all the way down my stomach until he could rip my pants off completely. He cupped my heat with his palm, sighing as he messaged just over my folds, I moaned openly to his ministrations.
"So wet already. How long have you been wet for me?" Loki smirked down at me, pushing my panties to the side when he ran his cold tips over my slick folds. I shuddered and whimpered, I hadn't ever been touched there before.
"I've been wet for years now," I laughed when I noticed his shocked expression, before it returned to his smirk.
"Oh, I think we'll need to attend to that soon," Loki fondled with the folds for a little bit before slipping one finger in me. I cried at the new sensation, an uncomfortable stretching feeling that caused me to squirm. "Shhhh."
"It hurts," I squealed when he pushed his finger in slowly.
"It won't for long," Loki smoothed his fingers on my walls, stretching and pushing through, I could feel something other than my juices running down my legs, something hot and warm with the strange scent of copper. Loki removed his finger and then moved my legs apart. He quickly disposed of his shirt, and unbuckled his trousers before slipping everything off but his own undergarments.
I could see the bulge from through his undergarments, straining for release of their confines. I fingers itched to run over it, but I stayed still. I stared in wonder as he leaned forward again. He took command of my lips again, distracted me from his roaming fingers and finding my folds once again. He dipped two fingers in this time, and I cried in his lips. He continued to stretch me and prepare me for what was still yet to come. The uncomfortable feeling was left with a numb tingle, it felt as if needless were poking from the inside of me. I whimpered, wanting to be rid of this feeling, I was tired of being in pain for something that was supposed to be pleasurable. I felt almost ashamed that I had not prepared sooner, staying virgin didn't necessarily mean staying completely virgin.
Loki then slipped another finger in with the other two and I could literally feel the tearing happening down there. Loki did all he could to distract me but I would not be fully prepared if I wanted to, so I broke away from the kiss and allowed my hands to roam. I traveled down his chest to his navel then I found the bulge straining in his boxers. My fingers ghosted over it, his kisses on my neck stopped for a second before he went back. I kept running my fingers over and over him, finally reaching in them to grasp him fully. I gave him a good squeeze before running my hands over and over. He groaned against my skin, before pulling away and let his head fall to the side his mouth going slack.
He pulled away and moved down the bed to rest his head between my legs. He fiddled with the material before ripping it clean off me. His fingers fondled with my pubic hair, running his fingers through the bits of hair.
He dipped his head down and I could feel his tongue poking out and running over my folds. I whimpered when his tongue finally made entrance, running all along my walls before pulling out and delving again. His fingers came up to play with my clitoris, pinching and rubbing furiously. I felt a build within me, a tightening like a coil, needing release before I finally came crashing. I cried out at the sensation, the sweet release of my first orgasm.
Loki then dipped his fingers into me again, though now it wasn't as uncomfortable before. He ran his fingers all along my walls and stretching me farther than he had before. The dull ache from the orgasm masked the uncomfortable feeling. He hummed in appreciation when I began thrusting softly against his fingers, moaning when he dipped his fingers deep within me.
He pulled away now though, the rise of my second orgasm on the brink. I writhed, but he calmed me by finally taking off his pants. He settled between my legs again, parting my knees farther apart with his own. He fell on top of me to kiss my lips again; his fingers had reached for my bra and finally ripping that off as well. I was rolling my hips against him as he ravaged over me, his head lowering down my breast and sucking on them hard, while the other was being played with his fingers.
He switched then went back to kissing my neck furiously, nipping tenderly at the soft sensitized skin. I was rolling my hips against him, feeling another orgasm coming on before I came crashing down, moaning as I did. Loki chuckled in my throat, vibrating all throughout my body.
"I'm going to take you now," Loki growled into my ear. I tensed, but tried my best to relax myself as Loki leaned up and used his hand to position him. "Relax."
This one word could not prepare me for him though, and as he slid into me, even slow, it was this stretching pain I was not at all enjoying. I cried, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but he had fallen on me. He took his time before he was fully sheathed inside of me. He gasped, trying to get ahold of his breathing while rolling himself on me. I felt tears stream down my face from the entrance, but I nodded my head when he looked at me.
The second thrust was just as painful as the first, but it was turning into the dull ache from before. After the third thrust I was starting to feel this pleasurable feeling, taking over my bodies most primal instincts. I slowly met him for every thrust, and he slowly began to pound into me harder. I gripped onto his arms reaching forward and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He deepened by enveloping my mouth with his hot one. His hands ran down my side, going in between us and playing with my clit again. I cried out, and felt the build. Again?
It didn't take long and soon I found my end once again, I cried out Loki's name. Loki thrust in me a few more times before he found his own end, a foreign warm feeling squirting deep inside of me. Loki fell on top of me, resting on his elbows before falling onto his side next to me. Loki wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. We waited until our breathing had gotten under control, only the sounds of our erratic heartbeats filling the quiet room. I shifted, wincing from the pain between my legs. Loki stopped my movement and leapt out of bed.
He lifted me into his arms and carried me through a door to our right. It was a bathroom, and as soon as we got in Loki flicked his wrist to fill the tub in the corner. The steam coming from the tub was inviting, and even as I sleepily rested my head against his chest, I wanted to leap right into it. Loki carried me over, however, and kept holding me even as we dipped under the water slowly. It burned for a little before it felt relaxing.
Loki reached over to the side of the tub and pulled down a jar with some shimmering purple liquid and a hand towel. He poured some of the liquid on the towel, lathering it together between his fingers before dipping it between my legs. It hissed when he began rubbing it against my skin, going soft and slow. I leaned more into Loki's chest, enjoying his strong arms wrapping around me protectively.
"I wasn't expecting it to hurt so much," I finally spoke when he ran the cloth over my stomach and then further up to cup my breasts.
"It was inevitable, but now the worst is over," he hummed in my ear, kissing right above it. I turned my head to rest it against his chest more, listening to his heartbeat. "You did such a great job, I have to admit that you were far more impressive than others."
I laughed at this, flinching when he cleaned under my arms. I giggled, squirming in his grasp, feeling his chest vibrate from his own laughs.
"I'm sorry I have no one to compare you to. I can say that that was something else, I wasn't expecting that at all," I told him, my face blushing.
"I'm glad you have no one to compare me to. If I had known as a child that you would be the one for me, I would've kept myself virgin," he kissed the top of my head again. "I would wait for you forever."
"If you had waited, then that would have been very awkward. We wouldn't have gotten anywhere," I laughed, tilting my head up to look at him. I kissed his chin and he leaned his head down to capture my lips.
"You surprise me at every turn," he hummed in agreement. We sat in silence for quite some time while Loki cleaned me, scrubbing me that it itched. Eventually I just let my head lull to the side and fell asleep in his arms, the last thing I remembered was his humming.
