Chapter Four: Where You Are From

The morning came around warm and welcoming. My soft comforter surrounded me and bathed everything in the softening glow of sunlight. Last night felt like a dream, like something out of a movie. Magic? It was too good to be true. I closed my eyes, remembering the stars on my ceiling. They had long since faded away. My back pressed against Loki's. His skin felt warmer than usual against mine. I rolled over and pressed myself against him. I would never get enough of his bare skin and the softness of it. I pressed my lips against his shoulders and trailed my fingers over his skin. Around his shoulder, down his arm, up again, and down his side to his hipbone. Loki sighed the type of sigh I knew ended in a smile. I kissed his shoulder brushing my lips over his skin as my hand slid forward. Our fingers intertwined, and he pulled me closer.

We laid there for what felt like endless hours, intertwined under soft blankets of intimacy. Our skin glowed in the golden morning light. His thumb rubbed my thumb as we breathed each other in.

Loki rolled over and pulled my hand down by our sides. I smiled at the way our bodies fit together perfectly. Loki smiled back. His long black hair cascaded around his face, wavy and unruly from last night. He brushed my hair out of my face, "Good morning, beautiful."

I pushed my fingers through his hair and pulled him onto my lips. Loki chuckled as I pulled away a minute later. "I take it that you didn't get enough of last night."

I caressed his cheek, grinning wildly. "I don't think I'll ever get enough."

Loki kissed me as I rubbed his calves with mine. His fingertips caressed my skin, working his way lower and lower, before sliding his hand back up my side. I slid my thigh up, over his. I giggled when I felt his warmth against mine. I gasped when Loki pushed inside of me. It was only my fourth time, and I still wasn't used to the feeling. But, with Loki, everything had started to feel natural. Last night we left each other in a tangled, sweaty, gasping heat. Loki had whispered to her, "I will teach you things you mortals have never seen before... Love you in ways you have never been loved."

His words had brought me over the edge, and just thinking about them nearly pushed me there again. My body arched as Loki sucked on my skin, just above my collar bone. Love bites peppered our bodies already from last night. Loki looked up, and his fiery eyes locked with mine.

"Come for me," He whispered, hitting that spot he never fails to hit and leaving me no choice to do as he asked. I regained my breath as we ended in perfect synchronization. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead, a huge smile graced his face. "I love listening to you."

I blushed. "Well, you certainly know how to please a lady."

He brushed his fingers over the red marks on my skin before taking my chin and kissing me again. He pulled away. "I certainly do."

My stomach growled. I laughed. "Stay here. I'll be back in a minute or two."

"I thought you said you can't cook." Loki teased.

I pushed my covers off my legs, hating the cold bite of the air. "I said that I wasn't good at cooking. But, I make some damn good scrambled eggs and coffee."

I rolled over and sat up on the edge of my bed. I picked Loki's t-shirt up off the floor and pulled it over my head. When I stood up, it barely covered my ass. Loki groaned, "You were born to wear that shirt."

"Really? You should try on my dress then," I joked as I pulled my hair out from underneath. When I turned around, Loki was lying seductively on his side in my dress, though my own dress still laid on my floor.

I smirked. "You are looking ravishing, my dear."

My dress disappeared, leaving Loki completely bare. I bit my lip. "Don't tempt me."

It seemed Loki's wicked smile was here to say. "You have not seen temptation, yet, my dear."

"Is that so?" I winked at him and turned around, walking to the kitchen. Though I could feel my skin radiating, with– what did Mary call it– after-sex-glow, I couldn't help feel slightly disgusted. Sweat from last night and this morning drenched and stuck to my skin. I could feel my makeup clinging to my skin. Not to mention, the state of... Down under. Grinning, I glanced at the mirror that hung in entrance hall, catching a glimpse of the hickeys on my neck and my tousled hair. The clock on the oven said 9:03. I pulled my remaining eggs and bacon out of the fridge and my non-stick pan. As I waited for the pan to heat up, I threw some water and my favorite coffee into the coffee maker and turned it on. The butter sizzled as I threw a piece onto the hot pan. While the butter melted, I took the four remaining pieces of bacon from the package and set them in the pan. The fat popped and fizzled.

Two arms wrapped around my waist. Loki pulled me closer and set his head on my shoulder, watching me work. I smiled. "I thought I told you to stay in bed."

"I'm not very good at following other people's orders."

"I can tell." I said, giggling as he tickled my sides and kissed my neck. "I guess there's not much I can do about it. You are a Prince."

"I am, aren't I. I forget when I'm with you. But, yes, I do what I want." Loki chuckled. "Let me help you with this."

The drawer opened and my pancake flipper rose out, gliding over to the bacon and pushing them around as they cooked. Two plates, a fork, and a bowl drifted out of the cupboard and set themselves on the counter. The eggs cracked in the bowl and the shells drifted over to the trash and dropped in. The fork rose up and whipped the eggs to a yellow mix. When the bacon was done, two pieces floated to the plates. The eggs poured themselves into the pan, and the flipper got on with stirring them into scrambled eggs. The dirty bowl and fork drifted over to the sick. Immediately, the sponge, soap and water began to clean the bowl. When clean, the towel dried the bowl and the bowl went back to it's spot in the cupboard. The eggs finished cooking and floated onto the plates. Two more forks and the salt and pepper floated over to the plates and sat down on the counter as Loki's magic finished cleaning the rest of the dishes. The stovetop turned off.

I couldn't wipe the awe off my face. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

"The perks of being with me, my love." He whispered in my ear.

"You cease to amaze me."

We sat down on my couch, eating our breakfast. I gazed over my bed and made a mental notes to wash the bedsheets, although I had the feeling that we would only get them dirty again tonight. I smiled.

"Do you have to work today?" He asked.

"I do. But, I would rather stay here with you." I said.

Loki smiled. "As would I."

As soon as I finished with my plate, it flew out of my hands and back into the kitchen. The water ran as Loki cleaned. I smiled as the cupboard swung shut. I looked up at Loki, kissing his chin. "Think about it. We could stay here all day making passionate love. And you could tell me about your world and I could tell you about mine. And then tonight, I could take you to a movie or something... A whole day to ourselves."

"I would never pass up a chance to be with you, love."

I kissed his lips. "I'm going to take a shower... You're welcome to join."

Loki held my head resting against his shoulder, my hand on his chest. Our hair was still wet from our shower. We hadn't bothered to get dressed.

"Tell me of yourself," Loki asked. I took a deep breath. I had told him a lot in the little time that I knew him, but, up until last night, I never thought I would tell him of the things I kept hurried.

"My mother was the most intelligent and the kindest person I ever knew. She died when I was 9 and my sister Ophelia was 11. My father was never the most stable man. He went through a lot if jobs and didn't have many good friends. When my mom died, he didn't take it very well. He thought God was punishing us. Dad got in to drugs and alcohol and he would beat us and for about two years no one noticed. Ophelia's freshman year of high school she finally told someone about it. Dad was put in jail for child abuse and my aunt gained custody. My dad got out on parole my senior year. But he died when he got hit by a car." I told him and Loki listened quietly.

"He was luckly because I would have killed him myself." Darkness filled Loki's voice. "I would make him suffer for what he did."

"I try to forget."

Loki kissed my forehead. "I will protect you."

I smiled. "As much as you try, you cannot protect me from everything."

"I can try." Loki smiled and pulled me closer. "Have you ever been with anyone other than me?"

"No... Not really. There was my friend Jason Thomas in high school. He took my to prom twice and we took each other's virginity. He was terrible... But he was the only one before you."

"No one else?" Loki mused. "I would think that everyone would want you."

"They did. But it's hard to trust the people who could hurt me as easily as my dad did." I ran my finger over his chest, drawing lines on his skin. Loki said nothing. "Tell me your story."

Loki told me of his brother and his parents, how he was raised in Asgard as a prince, and a few of his misadventures with his brother. "Now Thor is to take the crown and I to be his servant. He is not ready for the throne. He is selfish and impulsive. He hungers for battle and searches for it where ever he can. Father has yet to see it, and I fear for all nine realms."

"You would be a wise king." I said to him, not realizing the gravity of my words.

Loki kissed me. "And, given the chance, I would make you my queen."

"I look forward to the day." I traced his collar bones, down his sternum to where his pants line would be. Loki gasped at my touch. "So, will I ever get to see this land that you speak of?"

Loki laughed. "Perhaps one day. Perhaps soon. Bringing Midgardians into Asgard is frowned upon. After the Frost Giants attacked Midguard, it was decided to not meddle in the affairs of Midguardians. We became fairy tales, and humans move on to other Gods."

"Since when have you let others control you?" I teased him.

Loki laughed. "Yes, you are right. I can't stay away for very. They will begin to wonder where I am. My magic can't hold forever. Is tomorrow to soon, love?"

"No. Tomorrow is perfect." I looked up and kissed him. My cell phone rang from somewhere by the couch. I sighed and rolled out of the bed. I rooted for it between the couch cushions before finding it under the couch. I could hear Loki snickering at me. I picked up my phone as I gave him my best dirty look. He only smiled. "Hello?"

"Jen! God. Where have you been? I've been texting you for two whole days and you haven't answered. Did you even read my messages?" Elizabeth barely stopped for breath.

"Oh no. Sorry Liz. I haven't even looked at my cell all day. I've been busy." I bit my lip ferlng bad for ignoring her.

"Been busy? What's more important than your best friends? Mary thought you had died. She wanted to go check your apartment. Wait. It's that boy you won't let us meet, isn't it! He stayed over, didn't he?"

"Liz..." I sounded annoyed but I was actually overjoyed. I had so much to tell her about and so much that I couldn't tell her.

Liz gasped. "You've been sleeping with him. Spill. Now. Is he hot? Is he good in bed?"

"Liz!" My cheeks burned. "He's right here."

"Fine. But me and Mary want to hear everything. Come to Henry's tonight. Bring your future hubby with you. Seven o'clock. Be there."

"Okay." I gave in. "I'll be there. We were looking for something to do anyways."

Liz squeaked and I knew she was hopped up on caffeine. A second later she hung up. Liz wasn't one for goodbyes.

"What are we doing?" Loki asked.

I set my phone on the couch and jumped back into bed with him. "Have you ever been to a club before?"