Unwilling Savior
Loki watched as the last of the decidedly male servants exited his prison, the last of the damage he'd inflicted upon it was now repaired without a trace of his violent rampage. He sat quietly in his new chair and brooded silently. She would be returned to him today and over the course of the past week, he'd come to some decisions regarding her. If he truly wanted her gone, Thor would remove her, he'd made that rather clear. He'd also made it clear that if she wasn't here, she'd go back to prison and her name would be returned to the execution roles. He wasn't sure if Thor told him that in the hopes that he'd feel some sort of guilt for it. If that was his intention, his brother was sadly mistaken because he wouldn't. Loki was not the one who committed her crimes and he would not be held responsible in any way for her death. If Thor thought that, it was only because the fool was too sentimental for his own good. Just because the blond might feel that way in no way meant that Loki would as well. When would Thor learn just how different they were from one another, that the only thing they shared was their past and nothing more?
Despite the fact that he would feel no responsibility for her execution, Loki had decided to allow her back. He'd since recovered from the aftermath of their last liaison, his pride had sufficiently scarred over enough to take the sting out of it. Therefore, not only would she be returning but he would also make use of her feminine attributes once more. He'd just be sure not to confuse her emotional reactions to him with her purpose for being there. His final decision closely tied into the last. He would no longer fight with himself. Whenever the desire arose, he'd fuck her. In fact, he planned on doing more than that. He was tired of the limp fish he'd been given. If she wanted to stay, she would start earning her keep. He'd tailor her to his proclivities and they were vast and varied. They'd start simply enough. It had been too long since he'd had a woman's supple mouth attend to him. The thought made him smile in addition to stirring him a bit prematurely. He shifted his seated position slightly to relieve some of the tension below his belt.
Yes, it was time to put aside some of his self loathing and allow himself to enjoy at least one part of his confinement. Let her work for her stay of execution or rejoin its roles.
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"I have done everything you asked!" Leticia sounded near hysterical because she was quickly approaching that frantic state. She'd cleaned his rooms, set his table and been the receptacle for his lusts despite how much it disgusted her to do so. She still shivered just recalling how his cool body felt against her, his cold hands, cold mouth and how his… member would chill her from the inside out. How could she impress upon the crown prince that she'd performed and behaved a well as possibly expected. She looked at him with pleading eyes, willing him to believe her.
He didn't look back at her; instead he stared out of the unsashed window of the carriage. "He wasn't pleased by you and initially requested that you not return."
Initially. She glommed onto that one word; hope springing back to her. "Initially? But now?"
"I was able to convince him otherwise."
She let out a choked gasp, one hand covering her mouth. He chanced a quick look at her, his brow furrowed.
"But it was with reluctance that he did. It is up to you to ensure he does not change his mind. Mind you, it has always been fickle."
"Yes, I will do anything!" she replied so enthusiastically that it almost made her feel sick. She pushed it aside and reaffirmed to herself that she spoke nothing but the absolute truth. She would do whatever it took to ensure Aala's continued lifestyle and her ability to see her younger sister the four times a year that she'd been allowed. A sense of dread returned to her however when she came to the conclusion that she didn't know what she could possibly to do… better please the imprisoned prince. A stroke of courage brought on my desperation prompted her next words.
"You've known him infinitely longer than I. You chose me specifically for him through your greater knowledge of him. Tell me, what should I do?" She took a deep breath. "If you want me to please him, tell me how best to do it." If he had gone to all this trouble to find her and then quietly threaten her with withdrawing his side of the bargain if she couldn't uphold hers, then certainly he would be willing to provide her with what she needed. He was riding in a carriage with a known murderess for Odin's sake.
The prince shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he shut the sash on the window and looked over to her through the now dim interior of the carriage. He held her gaze for a long time not answering. It wasn't until he looked down at his clasped hands that he finally spoke.
"I have known Loki for a thousand years. We grew as brothers since we were but little things who dreamed of nothing more complex that fighting imagined monsters with wooden swords. My greater knowledge of him? Is no longer useful. He is much changed. If this were not true, I would not have gone to such lengths to… secure your services; I would have been able to aid my brother on my own. But I failed time and again to do so. You are my final effort, his last chance." She saw how his fists were clenched so tightly together that his knuckles had turned white. "My father will allow no more concessions on his part if you fail."
Leticia's mouth gaped at the bizarre and unexpected confession. "I… I don't understand."
Prince Thor actually grimaced before responding. "The terms of his imprisonment…" but he stopped, obviously rethinking his words. "Make him feel important, needed, desired." He stated, choosing to answer her first question and not her second. With that, he tapped the roof and they came to a stop. "If you fail, I will keep your sister on good terms but you and my brother… will be sent to death's domain. I do not wish to mourn him a second time nor let your sister know that pain."
The carriage door opened and he took one more hard look at her with reddened eyes before he stepped out. She saw him spinning Mjolnir as the door shut and then she heard him depart in a crack of thunder and roaring wind.
She sat back and closed her eyes. The fates truly loathed her. First they force her to watch her mother deteriorate before her eyes, next they take her sister from her, then they make her the plaything to Asgard's royalty and finally, force her into the position of unwilling savior. Oh how cruel the Norns could be.
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He heard the sounds of movement outside of his prison door and stood. This time he would not ignore her when she entered. His rooms were spotless as a result of its reconstruction, giving her little to do. He could not abide by a servant with lack of work so he would employ her in more pleasurable duties. He planned on standing in the center of the room to await her entry but when he didn't immediately hear the locks disengage, he took several steps toward it. He could hear her voice and that of another but the sound was too muffled to allow him to make out the words. After a few moments and a few more steps, the nature of those words turned from calm to distressed. It was the sound of a shouted 'no' that brought him directly in front of the door, his hand grasping the iron pull and tugging it to no avail.
A man's laugher accompanied her proceeding scream. Someone was touching what was his, taking what had been given to him. The idea sent him into a sudden rage. He pounded on the door, demanding her release. His words went unheeded. If he'd had his magic, he would have been on the other side of the door with little more than a thought but all he could do was clench his blue hand into a tight fist and smash it ineffectively against the thick steel door.
The next thing he heard was a decidedly male cry of pain. He made out the word 'bitch' before she screamed once more. Rarely in his life had he felt such helpless rage. He didn't even care for her but the audacity of some pathetic guard believing that he could take what belonged to the God of Lies left him seething. He crushed his fist against the door once more in a vain display when he felt something cold spatter his face. His eyes ripped open to see his fist encased in ice. Without even considering what he was experiencing, he set his hand against the metal and concentrated on his rage. It took only a moment before the metal started to crumble under the intense cold he created. He kicked the door when he knew the lock had been destroyed only to see his female companion on the floor with one of his guards atop her. The man ripped himself from her in shocked surprise at the sound of the door breaking open. The look never left his face as Loki wrapped his fingers around the man's throat. The flesh iced over almost instantly, nothing more than a wheeze escaped the man's mouth before his heart and lungs froze. He was dead almost instantly.
It took a few moments for the fallen prince to realize what he'd done. He saw the frozen creature he held and suddenly dropped him. The woman screamed once more when the man shattered on the stones at their feet. Loki stared at his hands for a moment before regaining control of himself. He hadn't known he could do that. He'd always thought that Jotunn's created their icy weapons through magic but that was obviously not the case. He'd broken his door while still within the confines of his prison that Odin had warded against any of Yggdrasil's magic ever reaching him. This was simply a part of who he was, his body's natural, physiologic abilities. Now as he stood there, with the broken bits of guard beginning to thaw at his feet, he saw his Asgardian visage begin overtake him once more. He saw pale hands where they had been blue only moments before.
It was then that he heard the sound of many pairs of feet echoing from below them, the sound growing closer as they ascended the large, spiral staircase. For a moment, thoughts of escape flitted through his mind but he quickly dismissed it when he realized that he'd never absorb enough energy to yield any considerable magic before the reinforcements arrived. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the traumatized woman who was now staring at him and pulled her back into his prison cell. He lamented the return of his true form but walked deeper inside all the same.
"Go to your room." He bade her. He had to give her a cursory shove in the right direction before she finally moved on her own. Then he waited. 'At least today hadn't been boring', he thought to himself as two dozen guards stormed into his prison. He held up his hands in supplication.
"It would be prudent if you send for my brother."
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AN: Well, with 'Price of Mischief' now officially ended (minus an eventual epilogue), I can now spend a bit more time on my two other in-progress fics (which I will likely be working on in tandem). I did a bit of smut tease in this chapter but decided to go for plot instead of easy pickings sexytime. I hope you don't mind. No worries though, it's not far off.
CeffylGwyn: Yup, both of their situations are pretty pitiable. I chose her name only because I liked the way it sounded and because it would make a cute nickname. I gave a teeny tiny hint about Leti's situation.
whatcatydidnext: hehe, blue Loki. Yeah, I like how they just skirted over it in Avengers. Hopefully they'll give Jotunn Loki another look in Thor 2.
Enosimania: I know, no smut in that one and now not in this one either despite the amount of teasing I gave it. But there will be more. Trust me, I'm not going to make either of them celibate.
DoctorLokiLove: I do. I love angsty sex filled stories, what can I say? With POM now finished, now I can maybe give some more attention to this one, though I've been having some idea issues. I don't now if I'll use that formula or not for this one. I guess we'll find out together, lol. ROFL. I'm sorry you won't get multiple updates like that anymore but hopefully one will be enough (unless you like the Sherlock fandom, then you'd be in luck, lol).
Sidneylovesfiction: You're welcome. I'll have to thank Yasumi for sending you my way! I hope I can continue to impress you.
Yasumi: Thanks! He's petty so of course someone beingin a good mood when he's not will irk him. I gave a hint to her imprisonment in this chapter and you're not far off. I really need to catch up with you're writing. I just recently saw you've written a whole new fic that I didn't know about. I've got some reading to do now! :) Thanks for the referral, I love getting new readers.
female'wraith: You're welcome. She'll go back to the execution roles IF Loki doesn't keep her. I tried to make that a little more clear with this chapter. :)
Candy Flaps: Aww, thanks! So far it's still going. I have ideas for them but implementing them has been a bit tougher with this one. Don't worry, I'm greedy too… for reviews! Hehe.
Crede Biron: You're first sentence made me laugh but my mind is always in the gutter when I'm logged into fan fiction, lol. It does bear some resemblance to Beauty and the Beast even though it's unintentional. I think I'm pretty influenced by classic stories. It's funny, I got her name for a "Norse names" website but I'm sure it is Latin too, lol. Thank you because I love your reviews.
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