AN 1: Overall this is still 90% PWP so now we're getting to the sexy times, I will be putting a kink list on each chapter so if there's something you don't like, you'll be forewarned and can skip or skim that chapter/scenes.

AN 2: I will try to keep the updates coming regularly, ever few days (if I have time).

AN 3: Someone asked, why isn't the baby blue or have Jotun traits and since I won't be covering this in the story, I'll answer here. First, because she's half human so a,ny Jotun traits would be watered down.

Secondly, because Loki isn't just a magician, he's a shapeshifter. One way to read the scene where Odin finds baby Loki, is that rather than Odin performing magic to alter Loki's appearance (and there are no signs whatsoever that Odin performed any magic during that scene) I rather think that Odin was probably the first person who showed him affection and as such, Loki 'imprinted' on him, altering his appearance with his innate shapeshifting abilities to look like his new daddy.

Grace gave birth to Vali in her motorhome at night time, in the middle of nowhere, with only a few electric lights. She was exhausted, the baby was covered in pregnancy goop and in low lighting, she didn't notice the difference before Vali 'imprinted' on her, taking on a full human appearance.

Right now, while Grace knows that Loki isn't Asgardian, she doesn't know what a frost giant is or that they look any different to the Aesir or humans.

Kinks in this chapter: Dom/sub, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling and withholding orgasm (don't worry, it won't stay so vanilla).

Chapter Two

"It seems I am finally as mad as everyone seems to believe," Loki said softly as he looked at Grace.

"This is no hallucination, Loki," Thor assured him. "I fetched her myself."

Grace tentatively stepped forward. "Loki?"

His limbs felt leaden for a minute and he was unable to even breathe but after a few moments, he found the will to move towards her. He was cautious however, wary of some kind of trickery.

"Mortals are not allowed on Asgard," Loki said to Thor, but he couldn't tear his eyes from Grace.

"Father made an exception."

"Why?" Loki came to a stop a few feet away from Grace.

"Because Mother and I badgered him until he gave in. I have been looking for Grace for the past two months."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Loki finally looked away from her face and his gaze roamed over her body, until he noticed the baby in her arms.

"Ba!" the child exclaimed, looking directly at him. "Goo ba!"

Loki daren't give the hope in his heart a chance to blossom, not until he was certain.

"She has been running from SHIELD since that night and even Heimdall was unable to see her. I didn't want to get your hopes up, brother."

"If you had told me, I could have found her." The ring he had given her kept her hidden from Heimdall but also allowed him to track her. Loki took another step towards her and was so close now, that if he reached out he could touch her. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

"It isn't," Grace assured him, her eyes shining with tears. If this was a trick, she was a damn good actress.

"The night we spent together, you asked me not to call you something, what was it?"

She blushed. "Don't make me say it."

"Whisper it to me." Loki tilted his head and she stepped forward, stretching up to be able to whisper.

"Slut."

Loki looked down at her, finally daring to believe. He reached out and one hand caressed her cheek. "Grace."

She smiled in reply and leaned her head into his touch.

"And who is this?" Loki asked.

"Va!" the baby answered.

"Vali," Grace answered. "Your daughter."

He didn't doubt it since not only was she the spitting image of him, he could tell that she wasn't quite human.

"A daughter," he said breathlessly.

He put his arms around both of them and pressed a kiss to Grace's forehead, then brushed a hand over Vali's hair.

"Lady Grace, would you like to see your rooms?" Thor asked.

"That won't be necessary," Loki answered, still not looking at his brother. "She will remain here, with me."

He could see the frisson of excitement in Grace's eyes at his proclamation and he didn't need to look to know that his brother was grinning like a fool. Thor wasn't exactly subtle at times.

"Then I shall leave you to become reacquainted," Thor said. "Loki can summon a servant if you need anything, and Mother would like to share dinner with the both of you."

"Yes, yes," Loki waved a dismissive hand in his direction and Thor left. Loki's eyes never wavered from his girls.

Grace seemed to melt against him, moulding herself to his side as she sighed in contentment. "Not a day went by when we didn't think of you."

"We?"

"I wanted Vali to know you, so I kept some pictures from the papers and showed them to her."

"Every day?"

"One picture was pinned to her mobile, so yeah, every day."

"Mobile?"

"It's something you hang over a crib, it gently spins, helping to sooth the baby. Not that she's a bad child or hard to get to sleep, she's wonderful. She hardly ever cries and even although she can't speak much, she seems to understand everything said to her."

Loki's arms wrapped around them both but he didn't answer. He didn't know what to say.

After a few long minutes, Grace raised her head and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I usually take my contraceptive pill before bed and for obvious reasons I didn't take it that day, and I didn't even think of it for a few days after, then I realised how hard it would be to see a doctor without insurance or an identity and if I was going to conceive, I knew I already would have, so I just had to hope. I didn't mean to trap you but when I found out I was pregnant, I just couldn't… I needed her, and I'm not sorry, I won't apologise for having your baby, but we will leave if you want us to."

Loki smiled slightly. "I am not unhappy about this development," he told her. "Except to have missed over two years of your lives. It is odd, however. It feels surreal, as if this is a beautiful dream that will be taken from me."

Grace tightened the arm that was around his waist. "As long as you want us, we aren't going anywhere."

Loki lowered his head and pressed a tender kiss on her lips, then a second and a third, each kiss becoming more urgent and at that moment, as if to prove her mother's earlier claims about her good behaviour a lie, Vali let out an ear piercing cry, and the lovers turned to her.

"Are you hungry, baby?" Grace asked.

The crying subsided to a whimper almost immediately, although she still looked distressed and fat tears threatened to fall from her green eyes. "Ba!"

"It's okay, Vali, you can eat in just a second, I just need…" she looked around for somewhere she could sit while she breast fed her daughter, but her gaze landed on the backpack and baby bag she had brought with her, and she had an idea.

She rushed to the bag, leaving Loki's embrace without a second thought.

"Do you have a kitchen here?" she asked, balancing Vali on one arm as she expertly looked through the baby bag with only one hand.

"Of course, how else do you think we feed the castle residents?"

"Where is it?" she pulled a small cool bag out and still one handed, unzipped it and clutched a bottle.

"On the other side of the castle."

She looked disappointed.

"What is it that you need?"

"I need to heat this?" she said, shaking the bottle and starting to bounce Vali as she began to grumble.

"I can do that." He stepped towards her and held his hand out for the bottle, intrigued to see what she had in mind. Whoever heard of feeding an infant from a bottle? That was what breasts were for, or among the nobility, wet nurses.

"Can you heat it to just above body temperature?" Grace asked.

He took the bottle and with a touch of magic, he did as she asked, although he had to guess at the temperature. He handed the bottle back to her and she smiled.

"Okay, get on the bed," she instructed.

"You can't mean for us to engage in carnal relations with an infant present?" he sounded appalled. "You are tempting but even I, monster than I am, am not that depraved."

"No," she said with an amused smile. "Just trust me, okay?"

Loki gave a long suffering sigh but went to do as she asked. Grace followed and climbed onto the bed from the other side, moving the pillows at the top so they would act as a back rest. Loki wondered how she could juggle a baby, a bottle and still have a hand free, but he could examine that mystery at another time. Right now, his daughter was making noise, which was gradually becoming louder with each passing moment and would soon be most irritating.

He stretched out on the bed, his back against the pillows she had piled up and his long legs stretched out.

"Here," Grace changed her hold on Vali and handed her to him. He recoiled slightly.

"Relax," she tried to reassure him. "She'll settle in a second."

With some reluctance, he took the infant and cradled it against him, somewhat awkwardly. Grace then removed the top from the bottle and splashed some on her arm.

"What the devil are you doing?" he demanded, questioning her sanity.

"Checking it's not too hot for her." She licked the milk from her arm and handed him the bottle.

"What am I expected to do with that?" he asked, refusing to accept it.

"Feed her."

"I am a prince (and your king, if I recall), I am not feeding an infant!"

Grace sighed, then offered Vali the end of the bottle. The girl eagerly latched onto the rubber teat and her cries quietened immediately as she began to suck.

Her little face as she fed, big green eyes looking up into his, was quite possibly the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

"Take the bottle," Grace said again a minute later and this time, he didn't question it.

Grace slipped her head under the arm that was holding the bottle, wrapping her arm around his back, and she settled against him.

Loki was mesmerised by the tiny person and her feeding habits and it seemed that as the level in the bottle lowered, her eyelids did too and by the time she finished feeding, her eyes were closed.

He slowly pulled the bottle away, afraid to do anything that might disturb her, and she seemed to chew for a few moments. Then she gave a gigantic yawn for one so small, and settled to sleep.

Loki loved her instantly. Never before had he felt this kind of affection for another in such a short space of time. It even took a few hours in her mother's company for Loki to fall for her, but this miniature being took even less.

"Is there somewhere we can put her down to sleep?"

"She's fine where she is," Loki told her.

Grace smiled and relaxed against him and he was so captivate with watching his daughter, that it took him a few minutes to realise she was crying.

"What troubles you?" he asked.

Grace choked back a sob before answering. "I've been dreaming of this, of being a family, ever since you left but now it's here, I can't help but think it's too good to be true. This can't last,"

"Darling, I do not know what our future holds but know this, I will never willingly let you go, either of you."

Grace snuggled in and with a deep sigh, like her daughter she quickly drifted off to sleep.

Alone with his two sleeping beauties, Loki wondered what he had missed?

He had asked Thor about her exactly twice after their return to Asgard and on both occasional, had been told that Grace was on the run and that SHIELD had not captured her. He first asked perhaps two weeks after their return, when Thor had calmed down enough to listen to the evidence, that Grace had tampered with the video tape and crept into the cell against orders, and no longer believed that Loki had raped an innocent doctor.

Unfortunately, each time Loki asked, Thor became insufferable afterwards, badgering Loki to reveal that he loved, or at least, cared for the woman, but Loki would not.

He would admit to himself that he lusted after her, more than anyone else he had ever shared a bed with, and that he cared for her far more than he should after such a short acquaintance, but he wasn't prepared to admit any of that to Thor.

The second time he enquired about her, he told Thor to let him know if she was ever captured and although he was sorely tempted, he never asked after her again.

That didn't stop him from thinking about her. He sketched her often and in all her naked glory, sometimes spread eagled, waiting for him, sometimes supplicant and submissive, then he would look at the images while he masturbated but oddly, as time went on he began to draw only her face more often than her body. Despite using the images to stimulate himself, he was also rather protective of them, never spilling his seed onto them, as if destroying or damaging a sketch of her could somehow damage Grace herself. He knew it was a foolish notion but he couldn't change how he felt. To spite himself, he had once specifically come all over one of the sketches, then he had spent the next week trying to recreate the sketch, always feeling as if he as falling short of the original.

Now she was here and more, had brought this tiny being with her, the personification of their union.

As unprepared as he was for a relationship and fatherhood, he couldn't be sorry. Undoubtedly there would be problems in their future, not only due to her humanity and the unusual union, but also because despite their feelings, they were virtual strangers to each other, and he had little doubt that there would be some growing pains as their one night stand became a relationship.

Now he just had to pray that Odin would allow her to stay.

He also had to be very careful with her. Asgardians loved mortals, a lot, and vacations were frequently spent on earth. However, the Aesir did not respect humans. They were perfect for immortal beings really; they were attractive (on the whole) but also innocent and naive. Hell, they had once worshipped his kind as Gods and just because humans knew that they were aliens now, didn't mean that Midgardians would show them any less respect.

But he was dancing around his fears. To put it bluntly, to many of his kind, Grace would be a pretty little fuck toy.

They would find it impossible to believe that a human could be loved by a member of Aser. Enjoyed, yes but respected, no. Until he had found a way to make her immortal, she would be as irresistible to everyone here, as the nectar of a flower was to a honey bee, and they would literally swarm about her.

Even married Aesir would chase her, for mating with a human wasn't considered cheating, any more than masturbating was.

In times gone past, the humans had offered themselves or selected villagers to their "gods" but even then, many of the Aesir weren't afraid of just taking what they wanted. There was a reason the Viking's raped while they pillaged settlements, because they learned it from their Gods.

Grace was awoken by a knocking and she when she couldn't sit up, she panicked for a moment, trying to fight her way free.

"Ssh, calm yourself, darling."

That was Loki's voice and she instantly relaxed, but it took her a moment or two more to remember that she was curled up in his arms, and on Asgard of all places.

"Sorry, it's hard to get out of the fugitive mentality," she looked over to see that Vali was still sound asleep in Loki's arms.

That was the best sleep Grace could remember for what felt like an age since while on the run, she constantly lived in fear. Being with Loki though, she had felt utterly protected for the first time in years.

Not to mention that even at 18 months, Vali didn't sleep for more than five hours at a stretch.

Loki placed a kiss on the top of her head as the knocking came again.

"My Lord? Your Mother request's your presence," someone called through the door.

"Tell her we will be along momentarily," he called.

"It's dinner time already?" She moved to sit up and this time, Loki removed the arm that was around her.

"You didn't arrive until late-afternoon," Loki said.

"I left in the morning… I thought we had hours. Oh my God, what am I going to wear! I didn't bring any clothes."

"Relax, Lover."

"Relax?" she asked, as she was digging through the bags she had brought. "I'm about to meet the Queen of friggin' Asgard and your mother, dressed in ratty jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie!" She sat on the floor and buried her head in her hands. "Oh my God, she's going to hate me! I don't even have any makeup!"

Loki approached her with Vali, who was just waking up, balanced on his right arm, and he touched Grace's shoulder. Green light enveloped her and suddenly she was wearing a stunning, green silk gown, complete with decorative armour plates and a pinched corset. On her feet were a pair of gorgeous green ballet shoes and her hair, which had been growing unchecked during her time on the lamb, was no longer in its regular, scruffy pony tail, but the front seemed to be in some fancy up-do, with the rest cascading down her back.

"What the…"

"Magic, my dear mortal." He held his hand out to help her up. "Now come, we can't keep mother waiting any longer."

Grace's nose wrinkled as she took his hand and she remained on the floor. "I think someone else needs dressing for dinner first."

"Pardon?"

"That smell, it means Vali needs changing." She laid the changing mat on the ground and got the baby wipes out.

"Changing into what?"

"Her diaper needs changing."

"What is a diaper?"

"Just give her here for a second." She held her hands up and Loki handed her over. Grace quickly stripped her onesie off and undid her diaper.

"That smell was coming from her?" Loki looked disgusted. "I thought one of noble's beasts had gotten loose and had an accident in the hallway again."

"Hate to break it to you, my favourite God, but babies have bodily functions like the rest of us."

She was a dab hand at this by now and in under two minutes Vali was cleaned and changed into a slightly prettier onesie.

"Got somewhere I can put this?" she waved the dirty diaper, although it was folded in on itself so the mess was completely hidden.

Loki grimaced but with a flick of his wrist, the parcel disappeared.

"Where'd it go?"

"Into the depths of space. Now come."

"We're going to need more diapers soon," she said, repacking the baby bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "And baby food. I brought what I can but I didn't exactly have time to plan for this trip, I have enough or two days, maybe."

"I'm sure mother will already be searching for a nanny for the child. Whatever is used on Asgard will suffice for Vali."

He had a point. "Okay, but I hope you have apples here, because stewed apple is her favourite treat."

"We have something very similar," he said.

She turned towards the door and Loki held his arms out. "May I?"

Vali was kind of like her shield, a defence against the possible wrath of his mother, because no one would be mean to a mother with a baby.

But Loki had missed out on 18 months of her life and if he wanted to show his mother his daughter, she couldn't really begrudge him. For some crazy reason, although it was blatantly obvious that Loki had no experience with children, she trusted him with her.

Loki beamed at Vali as he took her and held her against his chest.

"Da!"

"Did she..?" Grace was grinning like a fool.

"Did she what?"

"She just said 'Da'."

"What of it?"

"Loki, she said your name!"

"Da sounds nothing like Loki."

"No," she shook her head. This was going to be a very steep learning curve. "I've been showing her your picture and calling you Dada. She's saying your name."

"Da!" Vali repeated, as if she had understood their conversation.

Loki's frown turned into a smile as wide as hers. "You called me Da?" he asked the baby.

"Da ba!"

"Let's go and see your grandmother," he grinned. "She will be thrilled to have such an accomplished child for a granddaughter."

Loki took Grace's hand as they walked and she got a very protective vibe from him, although she didn't understand why. It seemed that everyone was staring at her and she felt too uncomfortable to ask him about it while she was being stared and glared at.

They walked down what felt like miles of corridors until they came to his mother's rooms, and Loki entered without knocking.

"Loki." A beautiful woman, with such elegance it put Grace to shame, stood and came over to them, leaving Thor sitting on the sofa she had just vacated. "We were starting to wonder what had happened to you."

"Mother, may I present to you Lady Grace, of Midgard."

"It's my fault we're late," Grace didn't want her to be angry with her son for something that was her fault. "I fell asleep."

"Of course, my dear, you must be exhausted after your trip." Frigga took both her hands and placed a dry kiss on her cheek. "I'm so pleased you could come."

"Thank you for having me."

"And who is this?" She turned to Loki and specifically, the bundle he held in his arms.

"My daughter, Vali Huntersdotter."

"She can take your name," Grace assured him. "And Vali is a nickname. Her full name is Valencia, Valencia Lokisdotter."

"Thor said she was beautiful and she is." Frigga stroked Vali's hair gently and looked to Loki. "She looks so much like you, my darling."

"I think she has Grace's features," Loki answered.

"But your colouring," Thor interrupted as he joined them, nodding to Grace. "Good evening, my lady."

She smiled at him.

"Are you settling in?"

"Well, all I've done so far is sleep, so I'd say it was a home away from home." She could have kicked herself for being so banal, but in front of these beautiful immortals, she felt a bit of a fool.

"Come." Frigga took her hand and led her deeper into the massive room, to the sofa's that she had been sitting on before. "Would you like a drink, Grace? We have wine, ale, and even some Midgardian alcohol if you would like."

"Thank you but I'm still… well breast feeling, so I can't drink. Do you have anything non-alcoholic?"

"I can have a wet nurse here tomorrow?" Frigga offered.

"Thank you, but I enjoy feeding her myself."

"Tomorrow I shall ask Grace to let you give Vali a bottle," Loki said. "There is nothing quite like the experience."

Frigga looked intrigued but puzzled and Grace cringed at having to discuss her bodily functions with a Goddess.

"On Earth, we believe that feeding a child helps us bond but modesty and convenience dictates that it isn't always possible to breast feed in public, so I express some milk and bottle it, then I can fed her from that." She didn't add that sometimes her bosom felt so big and heavy that's he expressed milk for comfort.

"What a marvellous idea," Frigga smiled. "I hope you won't mind sharing such an intimate thing with me."

Grace wondered if Frigga expected her to express the milk in front of her. She'd do it in front of Loki, possibly, but not his mother. Maybe she just meant the feeding though.

"It's common on earth to let family members do feeds. It gives the mother a rest and lets other people bond with the child."

"Oh, so you have family then?"

"Uh… well, I do, but they haven't met Vali yet. I've been, sort of on the lamb for a while."

"You've been riding a sheep?" Thor asked.

"Its slang for 'on the run'."

"The run?"

"A fugitive from justice," she almost snapped at Thor, but just managed to hold her tone in check. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," she looked to Frigga. "But your son's baby mama is on the Most Wanted list."

Frigga laughed. "I dare say Loki tops that list, does he not?"

She had a point, and Grace conceded it with a smile and a shrug.

They moved to a dining table in Frigga's apartments soon after and Grace dug a jar of baby food out and a plastic bowl from the bag for Vali. Frigga arranged for it to be heated and the baby food was returned at the same time as everyone else's food came.

She took Vali back from Loki so that she could feed her, despite protests that she should eat first. Grace didn't mind her food getting cool, she was very used to cold food by now, but it was difficult to feed Vali without her highchair.

She suddenly had a pang of longing for her Winnebago. Yes, it was old and sometimes temperamental, but it was set up for all their needs and it was home. Here everything was different, alien, and she had no idea how she was going to acclimatise.

"I've arranged for some Nannies to come by tomorrow," Frigga said, puling Grace from her thoughts. "I thought we could talk to them together, so you can pick your favourite."

Grace had never even considered a nanny, most humans didn't use one and even if she could have, she wasn't at all sure she would. Why would you have children, then get someone else to look after them? It was like parents who sent their children to boarding school, why have them just to send them away? Still, how did you tell the Queen of Asgard that you thought her parenting methods were wrong?

"How often or little we use the nanny is up to us," Loki said, evidently realising the direction her thoughts had taken. "Humans employ day care and babysitters, do they not?"

"I guess."

"A nanny is simply both those things rolled into one, and always available should it be difficult for you to watch Vali."

He was right, she didn't have to leave Vali with a nanny all day, it was up to her how often or how little she saw her own child.

"Okay, thank you, Your Highness."

"Oh no, no formalities, I am simply Frigga, my dear. And you are very welcome." The queen smiled warmly at her. "And I have a request, if I may."

"Of course," Grace replied.

"I wonder if you might consider leaving Vali with me tonight?"

"I…"

"I should dearly love to get to know my first grandchild, and I'm certain that you and my son will enjoy having the time to reconnect."

She wasn't wrong but Grace had never slept without Vali in a crib beside her bed.

"She doesn't sleep much," Grace tried to put her off. "Five hours tops, and she needs a bottle before bed and when she wakes up. Sometimes she wakes in the night too but she just needs rocking back to sleep, not feeling but I'd hate for you to be disturbed."

"Nonsense," Frigga waved at Vali as she spoke. "Any inconvenience she might present is a small price to pay to enjoy her, I'm sure you'll agree."

Grace did agree, but then she was Vali's mother, she should feel that way.

"I…" she did want some alone time with Loki and Frigga did seem like a very caring woman. And Vali was a good baby, she was unlikely to cause much, if any, trouble. "Okay, thank you."

"Wonderful," Frigga beamed.

When it came time to leave, Grace became a mass of nerves, she had never left Grace with anyone other than mall day care facilities before and even then, never for more than an hour or two.

Frigga now had Vali perched on her knee and was gently bouncing her as Grace went into a frenzy of instructions.

"This is Ducky, he's her backup toy but to sleep, she likes Mr Snuggles, I left him in our room but I'll bring him because she can't sleep without him. There's a cool bag in here with one more feed bottle in, it should be heated to about body temperature and you have to test it on your forearm to check it's not too hot. She doesn't need burping afterwards, I don't know why, but every now and again she'll get a touch of colic and grizzle all night. A little sugar water usually helps with that. I'll express some more milk for her morning feed, or you can just give her stewed apple, there's a jar in here, that should hold her until I can give her a proper feed. She likes to be sung to, especially Hush Little Baby, Don't You Cry, and she likes to be spoken to, all the time. There's nappies in the bag and a changing mat, and if she cries in the night, just pick her up and rock her back to sleep; it helps if you sing to her as well. She likes to sleep on her back. No one but me has ever put her down before so if she gives you any trouble… or maybe I should stay and just get her off to sleep, she might be worried if I'm not here…"

"Darling, everything will be fine," Loki rested a hand on her shoulder, giving her a meaningful look and Grace realised that she was probably insulting Frigga's parenting skills.

"I'm sorry, it's just been her and me for 18 months, I'm not used to trusting other people with her."

"I understand," Frigga smiled, looking completely serene. The fact that she seemed so unflappable calmed Grace somewhat.

"Come," Loki took her arm and gently tugged her towards the door. "Thank you for your consideration. Mother, I shall see you in the morning."

"Yes, thank you," Grace remembered to add as they exited. "And come get me if you have any problems!" she called as he door swung closed behind them.

Loki tugged her to him, her back pressed to his chest as his arms wound around her waist. He bent his head to kiss her neck and murmur in her ear.

"Darling, your love for our daughter warms my heart, but she is not the only one you have a responsibility to." He nipped her skin and she moaned.

"Mother is quite capable and she has a whole castle of staff to call on if she should have any problems so for the remainder of the night, I forbid you to worry, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sire."

"Good girl." He released her and they returned to his quarters.

The trip back to their room seemed much quicker and as soon as the door was closed, Loki advanced on Grace with a predatory look in his eyes. Grace backed up, a little worried about what might come but really, she was playing the game, her role as the shy submissive.

It wasn't really a game though, it was natural to her to be subservient in the bedroom and it was what she got the most pleasure from. Indeed until she was 25, she had thought there was something wrong with her, because sex was just okay and something to be endured rather than enjoyed. It wasn't until she met a man called Henry, her first and only Dom before Loki, that she realised why vanilla sex was so dull to her.

Loki backed her up to the bed and reaching out with one hand, he took her throat, although he didn't apply any pressure.

"Now, lover," he said, pressing his body into hers. "Tell me what you've been doing without me? How many people have you fucked in my absence?"

"None, Sire."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, Sire. No one could compare to you, so I didn't see the point."

"Not even a little kiss?"

"No." she licked her lips. "I… I have been bad at times though, Sire."

He gave her a wolfish grin. "Oh? Do tell, darling."

"There have been times when I was plagued by impure thoughts and I had no choice but to pleasure myself, repeatedly. Sometimes, several times a day."

"To be so wanton is bad," Loki agreed. "But I confess, I have some sympathy with your plight, so your punishment will be lessened."

Her excitement caused her breath to hitch in her throat and she tried her best to control her breathing. Passing out before he began wouldn't help her enjoy this.

"Turn around and bend over the bed," Loki told her.

She did as he bid, wondering if she was about to get a spanking or a fucking. Maybe both but either would do, as long as she could come.

"Tell me what you need," he instructed.

"I need you," she answered.

"You have me."

"I need you inside me."

He pulled her long skirts up, flinging it over her back. Then ever so slowly, he slid his long, thick cock into her. Luckily she was wet, heat had been pooling in her groin since they had left his mother's rooms, so there was no discomfort.

"You're so fucking tight," he told her and she moaned in reply.

He didn't move though, simply remained seated to the hilt inside her and pressed her hard against the bed so she couldn't thrust against him. He took all of his willpower but he had to assert his mastery over her once more.

"Please," she whimpered.

"You have me inside you, which is what you wanted, is it not?"

"I need you to move, I need you to fuck me. Please, Loki, please!"

She almost sounded as if she were crying with need and ever so softly, gently, he began to move in and out.

With some freedom now, she began to thrust back to meet him but he pressed her against the bed again.

"You will remain completely still. If you move even a muscle, I will not fuck you again for another month."

She whimpered at his teasing, which was driving her mad with desire. "Please."

"Now, lover, you have exactly sixty seconds to make me come with just your cunt, or you will not come for a month. I will still use you for my pleasure, fucking your pretty mouth, juicy cunt or your tight ass whenever I need release, but I will not grant you the same release, unless you can make me come right now."

He kept her pinned to the bed and as she realised that he was serious, he could almost see the panic overcome her. Moments later, she began clenching her cunt muscled around his cock, trying her hardest to wring an orgasm from him without the aid of movement. She built up a rhythm and thanks to having been deprived of her for so long, the sensation of being inside her, combined with her cunt furiously contacting around his length, was enough to draw his seed from him.

"Fuck!" He collapsed on top of her, marvelling at how she had succeeded at what he had half hoped was an impossible task.

"My king is pleased?" her shaky voice came from below her skirts.

"Your king is very pleased with his skilful little whore," he answered. One orgasm wasn't enough though, nowhere near it, and she hadn't come yet either.

He grabbed her hair in his fist, yanking her head back and making her cry out.

His dick hadn't softened and he was ready to see how excited she was.

"Now I will fuck you, my darling, but that is the only stimulation I shall give. If you want to come, you must do so on my cock alone."

"Please, Sir, may I fuck you back?"

He considered it for a moment. "You may."

Then he was pistoning into her as if his life depended on it, shoving his cock as far up into her small body as he could.

She met him, thrust for thrust, arching her back ever further as he pulled harder on her hair.

He thought that without any kind of clitoral stimulation, it would take her some time to orgasm but once again, she surprised him by building to her own peak relatively quickly and when she came, she screamed his name, as he had instructed her to on their first meeting.

He continued to pump her pussy for a few more minutes, until he reached his own climax, then he fell on top of her while he recovered, but not oppressively so.

With a green shimmer, their clothes disappeared and when his rapidly softening length slipped out, he pulled her up from the bed. Magic lowered the bed covers and he slipped under them with her, cradling her to him.

When she had recovered, he turned her onto her back and gazed down at her, wondering at the hold she had over him. She was quite pretty but she was no beauty, especially compared to some Asgardian women. She was deliciously submissive, but she was hardly the first he had encountered. Judging from her profession, she was intelligent and while he respected that trait, indeed it was a necessity in any coupling that lasted longer than one night, it was not what had attracted him to her. It wasn't even that she had given him a daughter, because he had been obsessing over her for more than two years and none of the women he had taken to bed since then could hold his interested as she had, not even for one night.

He supposed it didn't matter, she was here, she was his, that was surely what counted.

He leaned down and kissed her soft lips. He had a lot of ideas for them, plans he had been making since they were parted, from spankings to strategic humiliations, designed to excite and torment her, but there was plenty of time to play those games. Tonight he just wanted to make lover to her.