AN: Decent sized chapter but the smut is all at the end. Let me know if you like the direction I'm taking this. Trust me, despite Loki's odd declaration, the naughtiness of this will continue. It's the whole point of writing this. Also, I've been alerted to the fact that Mercurie is now aware of this story's existence… if you read this, I'm sorry I didn't ask you permission and I'm sorry I've perverted your excellent idea for my terrible one. I'm a perv, what can I say?
Chapter 4:
Jane had literally never seen anything quite so beautiful as the city they were approaching now by foot. They were still at least a half mile off but the shimmering white walls, silver towers, splashes of red banners and roof tops, all covered with winding vines of deep emerald green was breathtaking. The road they now walked, that led to this magnificent sight, seemed like a crime to even step on with its pearlescent cobblestones. Even the people were hard not to stare at; they glowed just like the city they were fast approaching. All of these amazing visuals were almost enough to forget to whom she was currently walking next. Loki had been surprisingly… well, not Loki ever since they'd teleported a safe distance from the population center. The reason he'd given for the necessity of the distance was that light elves used magic as well and would be able to sense their arrival. He thought it best to keep as low a profile as possible. The walk, however, had been surprisingly pleasant. Instead of his normal chatter that centered on ways to make her feel uncomfortable, usually something terrible about Thor or some sexual proclivity that he promised to engage her in later, he just pointed out different sights, explaining why the trees' trunks twisted into elaborate basket weaves as they grew, giving them a hollow core surrounded by a beautiful living lattice. He explained the psychedelic properties of the light fruit that they saw growing in an orchard the passed by and the magic employed in the floating lanterns along the pathway they walked. It seemed anything she looked at for longer than a few seconds earned her some sort of explanation as to its origins, use or what made it function.
Jane realized that he was obviously paying very close attention to everything that caught her eye. For a moment, she considered just staring at the ground in front of her when she realized that he was enjoying imparting the information but decided against it. Mainly because she wanted to know and the idea of wasting the opportunity, just because she hated the man next to her, just seemed childish. So she kept surveying this strange new land and continued to absorb the information he provided.
Besides being correct about just how much she'd find Alfheim interesting, Loki had also been correct in saying that the inhabitants would be as interested in her, if not more, than she was in them. Anyone that took notice of her would stop whatever it was they were doing and stare at the human as she walked by with her Asgardian escort. She had no idea what man they saw when they looked at Loki but he'd said he would never be suspected to be the God of Mischief that he was.
As they walked through the city gates, Jane quickly realized that the vines and greenery she'd seen from a distance were far more than just decorative coverings for the alabaster walls. She could see the way the plants had woven in and through the cracks and purposeful spaces and acted like a stabilizing force for the walls themselves. The whole city was living and she couldn't help the smile she felt form when she considered the engineering feats that these people had accomplished with building materials that humans had never even thought to use, let alone mastering the concepts.
"Each vine lives for nearly a century." Loki began a new explanation. "About three quarters of the way through its lifespan, they begin the next generation. The builders constantly monitor them and determine when all of this needs to be done. The old vines don't need to be removed because the young ones will take root in them as they follow the same paths and use the previous generation as both a firm footing and for nutrient growth. These walls have been in place for nearly three millennia now and they are as strong as they are beautiful."
Jane nodded, acknowledging him but not looking at him. She couldn't help but notice the way he spoke with a restrained sort of awe. For some reason, it seemed out of place. Whenever she thought of Loki, she imagined someone so impressed with himself that she'd always doubted that he could be impressed to any real degree by anything else. It seemed she was wrong about that assumption. Now she wished she could speak so she could ask more specific questions but every time she unconsciously opened her mouth, forgetting her new handicap, nothing but quiet air escaped. After nearly the twentieth time, and the exasperated sigh that followed, Loki finally made mention of it.
"In the evenings, I'll give it back to you but only when we are alone." Jane didn't acknowledge him that time, too angry to give him even that tiny satisfaction. Maybe she'd just stay silent if he followed through with that promise. She rolled her eyes at herself. Though it sounded like a good idea, she knew that in the end, she'd convince herself that acting like that wouldn't really matter to him and would only deprive her of what she wanted to ask. It's hard to punish him like that since he already thought so little of her anyway. It would roll off his back like so much water off an umbrella. "And in order to be alone, we'll need to procure some lodging for the next few nights. It has been some time but as I recall, there was an establishment that I rather liked not too far from here."
Jane just kept looking around, peering down cross streets as they passed by them, looking at vendors and passerbys. As Jane was trying to indiscreetly look at a group of three, intricately dressed women, wearing what looked like molten, flowing metal cages covering their satin dresses, they passed into a massive, open space that was at least a hundred yards wide and stretched so far into the distance, that it just seemed to melt into the far distance.
"This street stretches all the way to the palace and bisects the city. It's an expanse of open markets, public parks and outdoor theatres. I will bring you here during one of the evenings that we are here. You'll find the performances are like nothing you ever could have experienced on Midgard."
It took a few minutes to traverse the wide expanse that reminded her somewhat of the Mall in Washington D.C. and then it was only a few more minutes before Loki found the building he'd been looking for. He didn't say anything more to her when they went inside. He spoke with the proprietress and procured them a room for five nights as well as food from the kitchen and wine from their cellar to be delivered to them as soon as possible. As Jane looked around, it didn't take her long to realize that this wasn't just some inn he'd brought them to. Several women immediately approached Loki the moment the bargain was struck with the owner and they began none too discretely, asking him if he liked what he saw. He'd brought her to a brothel, or some sort of hotel that was a brothel as well. And it wasn't only women in the lobby that sauntered up to the newly arrived couple, but unearthly attractive men as well. However, the moment they made their presence known, Loki quickly pulled Jane close to him rather possessively and shoed the men away, making it clear that their services would not be desired. The women however, he spoke kindly to, even flirted with one or two before politely excusing them with excuses of long travel and the need for rest. The women left them be with feigned pouting lips and submissively lowered heads and shameless bedroom eyes. Their obvious displays made Jane uncomfortable to say the least. She'd never actually been around prostitutes before, at least not that she knew of.
They were just about to ascend the large, spiral staircase when he suddenly stopped one of the girls that was slowly sashaying away.
"You, girl." She turned to him. "He eyed her up and down, a bit of a leer to the way he did it. She brightened immediately and flitted back over to him, curtsying prettily once she'd stopped. "That is a handsome dress." He told her and Jane couldn't help but roll her eyes. It was barely a dress at all. She could literally see almost every part of the lithe elf's anatomy through the sheer, golden fabric as it shimmered in the warm light of the brothel's lobby.
"Thank you Milord." She curtsied again.
"I would like to purchase it." This statement widened the eyes of both women but each for very different reasons.
"Just the dress Milord?" She asked seductively, sidling up closer to him.
He smiled at her and leaned down to whisper in her ear but loud enough for Jane to hear. "For now, lovely flower. Would you be willing to part with it?"
Though she seemed slightly disappointed, she nodded all the same. They then discussed a sum, Loki paid with coin that Jane had no idea he even possessed and then watched with complete embarrassment as the elf just untied the strap that hooked around her neck and elegantly stepped out of the garment. She handed it to Loki, pressing far more into his personal space than needed and Jane noted with mild disgust that he seemed to rather enjoy the now nude woman's proximity. He then slipped several more coins into her palm and whispered something else to her, this time beyond Jane hearing. The woman's expression brightened considerably and she cast an appraising look at Jane before she trotted off. Jane sent a questioning glace at Loki, which he saw, but he just smirked at her before continuing up the steps once more.
The room they entered was lavish and nothing like the barren room that they'd stayed in while with the dwarves. It was large, fully furnished and covered with expensive looking fabrics on nearly ever surface, save tabletops and small patches of marble floor. She barely had a few seconds to look around when Loki spoke from behind her as he closed the door.
"Remove your armor." She tensed and didn't move right away. "Come now Jane, isn't it time we moved passed these petty little displays of defiance?" She turned to face him, without the use of her voice; she just stared at him with a look that she wished could kill. He chuckled. "Either remove it or I'll purchase a few of the male stock downstairs and have them do it for you." Oddly enough, this was the first threat that Jane felt was actually hollow. The firm, almost disgusted way he'd dismissed the same men only minutes before gave Jane the distinct feeling that there was no way Loki would share her with another man. She rolled her eyes but did as he asked anyway, despite what she thought of his threat. No matter what, he'd get his way in the end and even if he had no intention of carrying through with that one, there were many others he wouldn't hesitate to use against her.
She started to remove the ridiculous number of pieces, struggling with some of it despite the fact that the damn stuff was supposed to obey her command. Maybe the armorist had missed a couple pieces because, for the life of her, she could not get her right thigh guard to budge in the slightest. She become so frustratingly focused on her task that she actually jumped when Loki knelt down behind her and took over the task of removing the piece for her.
"So easy to startle and it wasn't even my intent." He said quietly, seemingly to himself. He slid the thigh guard off without a hint of trouble and didn't stop there, apparently tired with how slowly she had been progressing by herself. Soon, she was in nothing but the under tunic and thin trousers. Still behind her, he slid his hands over the full length of her body several times before, on the final pass, they moved beneath the tunic and reached around to lightly cup her breasts. "You're far prettier than any of those women below."
Jane squeezed her eyes shut at the contact of his hands and at the odd compliment he'd just given her.
"And they make it their life's calling to improve and master their beauty in order to better serve their clientele. Yet here you stand, so few years of life even lived and you put them to shame." He lightly rolled her nipples between his fingers, pulling them slightly until they slipped from his grasp. "Of all the females that I had to be bound to, at least it was to one as appealing as you."
Jane shook her head, wishing he would stop speaking. She didn't want the man that had been raping her and was likely going to again very soon telling her things like this, the sort of things that a lover would say. He either didn't notice her shaking her head or chose to ignore it as he pulled expertly at the lacing of the tunic, widening it enough to that he could slip the garment from her shoulders. It caught on her trousers around her hips but he didn't care as he started wetly kissing a line up her spine that made her shiver while his hands continued to caress her breasts. She just stood there, still as a statue as she desperately tried to remain unaffected by his touch. She was successful but only until he released the stays to her trousers and slid the rest of the fabric from her body. One hand stayed with her breasts, alternating between he two while the second slid between her legs and began teasing her there. She couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped her when he nipped one of her buttocks.
"You'll want me one day Jane."
She shook her head.
"Deny it as much as you like, but you'll become addicted to the way I can make you feel." She heard the sound she'd become quite familiar with, of him loosening his own pants before he spun her around. She couldn't help but look down to see him stroking himself as he sat down on the soft floor covering, crisscrossing his legs and pulling her easily down to straddle his lap. She didn't like this at all. This position nullified his superior height and left the two of them at eye level, facing one another. He held her hip and guided her down onto his cock that he held and guided into her. The moment the head of him entered her, he moved it from her hip to her shoulder in order to encourage her onto him fully.
"Fuck yourself onto me." He commanded. She shook her head again while she looked off to the side, determinately trying to avoid his stare. He didn't ask again, instead he slid one hand around her hip and between her buttocks were he started to none too gently press against her other opening. She understood immediately and raised herself up and then back down when she couldn't go any higher. "Good girl." He praised and abandoned his threatened actions. "Squeeze me as you rise. I want it to suck at me even as you're pulling away." With a shuddered breath, she obeyed and did this for several minutes, his hands on her buttocks, helping to lift her and taking some of the strain off of her burning thighs.
"Look at me Jane." She shook her head again. She felt the open mouthed kisses he started to leave on the expanse of neck that she had exposed to him. "Look at me sweetling." She shook her head more vehemently, partly for the same reason but also in response to how much she hated his endearments for her. One hand left her buttock and he adjusted his grip around her by having his forearm continue to help lift her up and down his cock. He gripped her chin a moment later, wrenching her head to the front. His lips smashed against her and he demanded entrance with his tongue, which he again had to gain by pressing against the weak hinges of her jaw. She whined when she couldn't stop him but at least she was able to keep her eyes closed. His tongue dominated her mouth, pressing against her, sweeping deeply before tracing the bottom edges of her teeth.
"This would be easier if you would simply obey me Jane." He said breathily against her lips.
'Easier for you.' She whispered in her mind.
Soon, he was the one doing most of the work as he started to lift and lower her far more rapidly. She'd come to recognize the sounds he made right before he came and welcomed them once they started heralding the end to this round of torture. He let off a few grunts and then buried his face in her neck, his teeth on her but not biting down hard as he moaned out his release. He pumped her up and down him a couple more times before stopping and letting them both catch their breath. She welcomed when he didn't force an orgasm from her. It offered her an escape of sorts and it felt like he didn't own her completely when it happened. They sat there for a long time.
"I wonder, can frost giants impregnate human females."
This startled her into action as her hands immediately grasped his shoulders and tried to pull herself away. The arm that was now around her waist held her tightly though and she didn't even make it a fraction of an inch away before he successfully stopped her.
"Shh." He cooed into her ear as she started to shake, the idea he'd suggested a little too overwhelming for her. "If I can, I think you might come to like me sooner." She weakly shook her head. "Again, I think you're wrong Jane. If I can make you a mother, give you something to care for that is of both of us, I think it would improve our situation far more quickly."
She just kept shaking her head. How could he think that? Why would he want such a thing, the thought of having a child, specifically his child, terrified her far more than anything he'd threatened so far. And what made it even worse, was the fact that he wasn't even threatening. He sounded genuine in the desire. She could only pray that such a thing was a biological impossibility. Tears dropped off her checks and onto his still armored chest as he just continued to hold her on him despite how he was growing soft within her.
"We will just have to see dear Jane, won't we?" He kissed her tightly pressed together lips. "And if not, it will be immensely fun in the attempts."