AN: Chapter three coming right up! It's a little shorter than the last two but I felt it was a good way to break things up, the next chapter will have a lot more I promise! I hope that everyone's still enthralled with the story. Again I do not own the rights to Thor or any Norse mythology I've used, I only own Havetheim. Please R&R and let me know what's going on inside those brains of yours dear readers, I'd love to know!
Their send-off was traditionally ceremonial, the warriors of Havetheim stood before their king and Allfather, the Odinsons staring down at the thousands of Havir prepared for battle. Thor had secretly confessed to his brother that he wanted to accompany them for the thrill; however Loki's mind was filled with fear. His mother had seen his concern, for what she did not know, but as he stood, gilded in his golden armor, his eyes bore down upon the Havir princess that had stolen his heart. She wore the traditional armor of the warrior; however her head dress was more ornate, beads of the sorcerer hung from the feathers that adorned her head. The jewels of her royal diadem, sapphires, pearls, lapis, and marcasite, all sparkled radiantly. She looked the part of a Goddess, and Loki couldn't help but smile. She was beautiful, and she was his.
"I, Odin Allfather, pray for your safe return from war. Muspelheim knows not the enemy they have chosen, for they will fall beneath your blades, your spears. Your beacon of light that leads you grants you sanctuary," the Allfather's gaze fell to the young sorceress that stood before him, "the wielder of Vestiv is strong, your royal brethren protect you! Warriors of Havetheim, of Asgard, we will taste victory once more!"
The roar of battle calls both Havir and Æsir filled the great halls, the Staff of Vestiv glowed brightly in Rán's firm hand, her eyes burning with war-like malice. Loki yearned to be at her side, to be able to protect her, yet she needed no such thing.
"My son," Frigga placed a hand on his shoulder, "go to her."
He sighed, looking at his mother, "I can't, it will only make her departure harder on us both."
Frigga was about to reply, but the boisterous voice of her eldest son broke their conversation, "Brother! Will you not bid farewell to the fine huntresses of Havetheim?" Thor beamed lustfully, his eyes falling on a group of female warriors who were conversing amongst themselves.
Loki rolled his eyes, shoving off his brother's hand, "I will depart to my rooms, should anyone need me that is where I shall be." He stalked off without another word, taking off the ridiculous horned helmet his father had bestowed upon him. Horns! Of all things, he looked like a cow! He growled as he slammed his bedroom door shut, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"Will you not bid me farewell?" the soft voice of his love called from behind him.
Loki turned sharply, seeing his Goddess dressed in her battle finery, her helmet tucked under her own arm, Vestiv rested against her opposing shoulder. Her hair looked almost white in the dark aura of his chambers, and it made him smile: a Goddess of Light loving a God of the Dark, "I thought it would be too much for either of us to bear," he muttered, putting his helmet down on the desk.
She walked over to him, the jewels on her head glittering in the candlelight, "No, I had to see you, to know you were there."
Her eyes looked at his helmet, "They suit you."
He scoffed, "Hardly, I look like a buffoon."
"You look strong, and intimidating. They are the sort of traits one looks for in a future king of Asgard," she smiled, brushing his cheek with the back of her hand.
Loki's green eyes sought her gaze, and he leaned into her touch, "Father would never choose me to rule Asgard. Thor is the favored son."
Rán stood on her toes and kissed him chastely, "Then Odin is the fool, for Thor will never possess the mental capacity to be a king. But you, my dearest Loki, are a king, through and through," her hands drifted over the gold and emerald armor that covered him. Her gaze suddenly became something much darker, something he'd never seen.
"What is it?" he questioned, clasping his hand over hers, resting it against the breast plate over his heart.
She looked deep into his eyes, "I want to do something."
He wrapped his arms around her, "Name it, anything you desire is yours."
The Princess gazed at him, her sapphire eyes darkening as she reached for the clasps of his cloak, the lush fabric floating to the floor as it was removed. Her skilled yet inexperienced hands then moved to his raven hair, tangling her fingers within it so that she could crush her lips to his in wanting.
Loki did not understand what she wanted, but he did not protest. It wasn't until the parted lips, each heaving for breath, that he rested his forehead against hers and asked, "What is it you desire my love?"
Rán eyes pleaded with him as she stepped backward, her hands waving over her body. Slowly her armor melted away in a curtain of glittering magic, her bare form left for his wandering eyes, wide in shock, "Rán I-"
"I want this. I want you to know that I desire no other. No other man's love equals yours, I belong to you, heart and soul, and I want you to claim my body as your own."
Loki said nothing, his mouth slightly agape, however he couldn't hide his body's reaction to the sight of her. And what a sight she was: her breasts, pert and round, her waist tone and slender, her legs long and lithe. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from pouncing on her. He walked toward her slowly till her chest practically touched his, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Still he said nothing, yet brought his mouth to trail feather light kisses along her jaw, eliciting a soft gasp from the female in his arms.
"Hush," was all he whispered against her warm skin as his breath ghosted across her flesh, his nimble hands skimming idly down her body, tracing every curve and muscle in their path, "you're so beautiful, Rán. And all mine."
Rán's blue eyes darkened as his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking gently at her pulse, a strangled moan forming from her lips, "Yours...uhhh..."
Loki stepped back from her slightly and gently pushed her onto the bed, the young princess gasping as her body hit the soft bedding.
Rán watched in wonder as her Prince mimicked her previous magic, his armor melting away into a curtain of green sparkle, his emerald eyes never leaving hers. She gazed at him in all his glory, his pale skin contrasting against the dark room like an ivory statue. Slowly, Rán sat up, her eyes locked on him as he stepped forward, putting him within her reach. Her slender fingers gently caressed along his abdominal muscles, feeling the strength and firmness beneath her fingertips made her body warm and her cheeks flush.
She then trailed upward, tracing his immaculate torso, watching his eyes close and enjoy the treatment she gave. Rán smiled, closing her eyes and kissing the small indent in his stomach that was his naval, earning a sharp intake of breath as his stomach tightened, "Rán..." his voice was cracked and warbled, unlike anything she'd ever heard from him. She did it again, only this time kissing higher, up along his chest, over his heart, and up his neck, where she bit and sucked teasingly.
Loki growled, his hands now exploring her body without hesitation, feeling her firm, full waist, her tight derriere, and her voluptuous breasts, "Rán..." he warned, her hands traveling along his back, his shoulders, until she became more adventurous, crashing her mouth to his as her hand wrapped around him...there. Rán gasped into his mouth as she felt him harden and grow beneath her touch, her eyes wide.
Loki smirked, looking down at her darkly, "That's not magic, love."
She rolled her eyes, returning his mischievous grin as she gripped a bit tighter, watching his eyes close and his mouth pop into an 'o' as her hand stroked up and down along his manhood.
"R-Rán...Gods..." he groaned, his head falling back at her ministrations. She continued, keeping her eyes on him as she knelt down in front of him. She'd heard servant girls in the quarters of Asgard speak of pleasuring a man in such a way, she'd never considered it, until Loki.
Without hesitation, she kissed the tip of his erection, earning another gasp, his hands flying to her arms, "Rán, no."
Her cheeks turned red as she looked away, "I'm sorry. It's vulgar I know. I should never have even considered it."
Loki was shocked, "Darling, no. Don't be ashamed! You have no idea how much I would love for you to do such a thing, but not tonight. Tonight is about me loving you, sealing our bond of eternal affection," he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him, "don't ever be ashamed, my love," he kissed the tip of her nose, "ever."
She smiled softly before his mouth claimed hers in a brutal kiss, his arms winding their way around her body until her feet were no longer on the floor, but wound around his waist.
Loki groaned as his erection pressed against her thigh, carrying her back to the bed where he could set her down, blanketing her body with his own.
The two gasped for air heatedly as they broke their kiss, their hands roaming each other's bodies as to memorize every inch of their lover. Loki gazed down at her, admiring how beautiful she looked, her white hair sprawled around her head like a radiant halo, her full chest heaving slowly, her eyes dark and heady with passion and desire.
"Loki," she pleaded, reaching up to caress his cheek.
He smirked, taking her wrist in his hand before planting a kiss on the soft skin, continuing a trail down her arm, to her shoulder, along her collarbone, to her neck. As his warm mouth reached her pulse, he began sucking and nipping, his wet tongue laving at her flesh. She tasted of the sea, she smelled of the waves, but soon she would smell of him, of his love, of their sex.
Rán moaned as she tilted her head sideways, giving him better access to her neck, her hands roaming his sculpted back, she could feel every muscle beneath his skin. Loki sighed against her skin, running a hand along her sculpted body until his fingers brushed the apex between her thighs.
"Loki..." she gasped, feeling his fingertips brush over the sensitive flesh. Her eyes shut instinctively, her mouth falling open in a loud moan as he dipped one digit inside of her, stroking slowly.
He groaned, covering her mouth with his as he rocked against her body, inserting a second finger, beginning to pump them in and out, feeling her arousal coat his fingers and hand. Her mews of enjoyment and pleasure were music to his ears as he covered her mouth with his once more, feeling her body shudder beneath him.
Rán felt a muscle in her body tighten and constrict, the sensation flooding her nerves was unnerving and exciting as her toes pointed. She broke her mouth from his, granting his ministrations with a loud moan, feeling her pleasure pool between her legs as white lights flashed in front of her eyes, "Loki! Loki! Oh! Oh, yes!" she cried, her back arching her body into his as she reached her peak.
Loki groaned against her neck as he removed his fingers from inside of her, secretly bringing them to his lips to taste her, "Mmh," he moaned, she was sweeter than honey.
Rán blushed fervently in embarrassment at what he'd just done, but the grin on his face was unmistakable, showing his enjoyment and pleasure in the act, "you're delicious," he husked, crawling back on top of her, parting her legs a bit more with his knee. He saw the nervousness flash across her face, and he kissed her cheek, "Now is the time to tell me to stop, my love, I shall not do this if you do not want me to. We can stop whenever you want."
The princess shook her head, this was his first time as well as hers, how was he so calm?! "I want this, I want you," she breathed, looking up into his eyes.
In truth, Loki had lain with a girl of little importance a year ago, it was quick and out of frustration of a long day, she'd been in the stables, and she offered herself to him. However this was different, this was Rán. His one, true, and only love, it needed to be special, "I'll go slow, it might hurt, but I will do my best not to," he took her hand in his, lacing her fingers with his own as he grasped her thigh with his other, bringing her knee into her chest, positioning himself at her entrance. Rán kept her eyes on his at all times as she felt him begin to push inside of her, pain running through her lower body quickly, "Ah!" she gasped, squeezing his hand tightly as he continued burying his manhood inside of her, slowly but painfully.
Loki kissed away the tears that rolled down her cheeks, whispering his apologies and how the pain would end soon. He groaned as her tightness gripped his shaft, and once he was inside her completely, he stilled, allowing her to get used to him. He saw her face, red and contorted, and suddenly felt guilty, "Did I hurt you?"
Rán let out the air that burned in her lungs, looking up at him with a slight look of discomfort, "No," she shifted her hips, both giving a hiss, "you should move, if the pain is to go away."
Loki chuckled softly, kissing her full lips as he pulled back out, before pushing gently back in. Her hips lifted slightly, a whimper slipping from her mouth as he repeated this motion several times, the pain giving way to a more pleasurable feeling. Rán's whimpers turned to moans as her ankles wrapped around his waist, her arms locking behind his neck, "Faster," she gasped, her back arching. Loki groaned, bucking his hips faster against hers, her own rising to match him thrust for thrust.
"Rán…Rán…" her name fell from his lips like a prayer, his pants and groans melding with her cries and gasps, "look at me…uhhh…" he groaned, supporting himself on his one forearm, giving him more leverage.
The princess opened her eyes with difficulty as she met his thrusts with her own, gazing deep into the darkening green eyes of her lover, "Loki…Loki…Loki…Loki…" she repeated his name over and over, that same tightening feeling building in her stomach, "I-I can't…oh Loki!" she cried out, throwing her head back as she came apart beneath him. Loki thrust into her a few more times before groaning loudly, spilling himself deep inside of her as they reached their release.
Both prince and princess lay wrapped in each other's arms, Loki's black, silk sheets covering their bodies. Loki aimlessly traced patterns along her arm, "Don't go. Stay with me," he pleaded.
Rán turned her head to look at him, resting against his chest, "We both know I cannot. As much as I want to."
Loki took her left hand, kissing her palm, "Please. Stay here, don't go to battle. Stay…stay and marry me," he stated with all seriousness.
Rán's eyes opened in shock, "Loki! We cannot!"
"Why not?! We love one another! We've proven that!" he demanded, sitting up violently.
She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, "I would love more than anything than to be your wife, but we cannot make that decision without consent from our fathers!" she placed a hand over his heart, "This, is our bond with one another. One that shall never break," she then took his face in her hands and forced him to meet her gaze, "You may lay with any woman in this kingdom whilst I am gone, Loki, but remember this: I am the only one that has your heart, and no one will give you the satisfaction that I can."
He smirked, kissing her roughly, his hand squeezing her breast possessively, causing her to gasp in surprise, "Too right you are, darling. There is no other woman I would touch now but you," he sighed, kissing her forehead, "return, return to me."
Rán smiled, standing from the bed and waving her hand, her armor reappearing. She took Vestiv and placed her helmet on her head, walking around the bedside to place another long, soul-searching kiss upon his lips. Loki felt their tears meld together on their cheeks, fearing this would be the last time he did so.
She sighed, her tears running down her cheeks, "When I return…I will marry you," she promised, and with those last words, she left his chambers.
Loki processed her commitment in his head, the warmth of his bed from their bodies slowly turning cold. He could still smell her, her scent was soaked in his chambers now, and it would haunt him. She would return, he vowed to himself, she would return if he had to go to Muspelheim himself and retrieve her from the battlefield.