In his current state of solitude, it gave Loki time to think about his life and all its achievements and failures. He had lived a long life and had experiences incomparable to anyone else.
With Fandral's recent outburst of his suppressed feelings, it gave reason for Loki to revisit one of his major failures…his love life.
Loki remembered their relationship well, it was one that he never experienced before or hoped to ever go through again. It was like a drug, it kept him going on and needing more, as it was addictive.
How he would kill to have one more night to relive that experience:
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
The room was a mess as discarded items lay torn and in shatters upon the cold marble floor.
"Fuck you!" She shrieked," If you think it is decent for you to whore yourself around than I should be given the same option!"
This was another one of their infamous tantrums again…the disputes between two hotheaded and opinionated individuals with raging egos.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
She threw a half full wine pitcher in his direction to only be misdirected by his expel of magic.
"Stop this!" He lounged at her thus pinning her to the wall and confining her with his body," You are acting like a spoiled child."
"Excuse me, I am not the one who can't seem to keep his hands to himself and who lacks self-control!" She glared at him in fury and disbelief.
She struggled to get away from his vice grip. She finally spat in his face and once his guard was off, she gave his groin a good knee and a good slap to his head.
He was pissed.
"Go screw yourself you insolent ass!" She raged and slammed the door loudly on her way out.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
It was always a constant struggle to stay dominating over the other in their heated relationship. Most of the time they would just forget the reasoning and forever hold on to that accumulated grudge.
Friends and relatives attempted to help them sort it out seeing just how hopeless they both were separated from one another.
Wild parties binge drinking, late nights of insomnia, and the traditional massive hangover the next morning was killing them both.
"Brother, just apologize your promiscuous behaviour to the lady." Thor pleaded to his unstable brother.
"Alana, just learn to accept that as possible heir to the throne of Asgard there is no doubt that he will bound to have women lusting at his feet." Her mother reminded her.
They were too alike to not be attracted to one another, but they were too alike that they clashed too often.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.
Just this morning they were both passed out at their respective places and waking to be so out of tune with the rest of society as they suffered in their own anguish and misery.
They both knew that this separation had to stop if they wanted to keep their sanity.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Tonight was a feast tonight in honor of Asgard's prosperity. Everyone who was a somebody was gathered at the palace in celebration.
She swayed her way into the room in a loose gown which made the men around struggling to hold their urges from any animalistic actions.
She made sure she caught his eye as she took a sip from her goblet, letting a drop of sweet wine drip carelessly down the side of her lip before settling itself between her ample bosoms.
He felt a sudden aching urge in his groin.
She smirked before leading him to a secluded hallway well away from the main room.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
"Fuck this" Loki thought to himself as he lost control and pounced at her with furious passion.
He let his regal image fade and the primal instincts took over.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
She was pinned against a wall for support as she lifted both of her legs to wrap securely around his waist. Like two magnets they naturally immediately attracted the other.
He ravished her being like a mad beast in heat. She welcomed him with butterfly kisses and sinful moans of pleasure.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
Although his body carried on to fulfill his urgent needs, his mind wondered and questioned if he was making the right decision to welcome back this destructive relationship.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
He always asked himself that same question after each time, but the answer would always be to take the risk and fall prey to her seduction.
That I'll only stay with you one more night
"Screw this." They both muttered as they broke to catch their breath before continuing on.
One step leading to another, the couple found themselves back in his chambers.
And I know I said it a million times
He knew he was asking for trouble and another heart break in times to come…
But I'll only stay with you one more night
"Just one more night will not make much of a difference", he would always lie to himself.
Try to tell you "no" but my body keeps on telling you "yes".
She playfully clawed like a naughty kitten at his chest while she grazed his sensitive earlobes with her teeth.
She attempted to look aggressive and unwilling, but none could be fooled as her glaze and pants oozes lust.
Try to tell you "stop", but your lipstick got me so out of breath.
He was beginning to doubt himself, but every time he tried to voice his mind her lips would silence him.
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
They both knew that no one forgave the other for whatever that came between them and would end up regretting this the next daybreak.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
They knew they had lost themselves to swelling urges rather than to live up to their morals.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
No matter how hard they try to resist or repress it, that impending urge to release would find a way to lure them yet again.
"Making me love you" she teased him.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Despite his mind warning him of all the things that will go wrong, he dismissed those thoughts.
"I let it all go" he defended himself.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
The hands were sensually tracing intricate patterns of their scandalous activities on each other.
Conjoining and becoming one with each thrust after another as bodies sliding against each other.
The mood was slick and tainted with sinful imagery and audio.
"Like a tattoo, yeah" he groaned.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
They let their cautious thoughts fade. Nothing will ruin this night.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
Not giving a damn about what may come next. They were daring and risking everything.
"Yeah"
That I'll only stay with you one more night
They reminded themselves that this was only for tonight, that's it and the next morning it was time to move on.
"Oh"
And I know I said it a million times
It was a vicious cycle, so cruel and so bitter.
"Yeah"
But I'll only stay with you one more night
Tonight was to be the last time…it had to be.
"Yeah"
Yeah, baby, give me one more night
Tonight will be the end for them…it had to be.
"Yeah, baby, give me one more night" he called out in ecstasy, "whoa, yea"
"Yeah, baby, give me one more night" she moaned in bliss, "oh, yeah, yeah"
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again making me love you.
There was no escape; they would always mindlessly be drawn back to each other.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Letting their worries go…
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo.
Pressing, rubbing, and thrusting closely together.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
Regardless, the night was young…
"Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh"
That I'll only stay with you one more night
You only live once…
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh"
And I know I said it a million times
Time and time again, it was always the same…
"Oh, I said it a million times" they confessed to each other.
But I'll only stay with you one more night
They strived to make it a one-time thing, an exception when the mind and the heart grew weak…
"Yeah, baby give me one more night" they came to a mutual agreement.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
"yeah, yeah"
That I'll only stay with you one more night
"yeah, yeah"
And I know I said it a million times
"yeah, yeah"
But I'll only stay with you one more night
"yeah, yeah"
They continued their misdeeds throughout the time with the same heated passion till the sunrise.
The following day, their friends questioned them on their whereabouts, but they only smirked. When they were asked whether they forgave each other and went back to normal, they shrugged.
Then when they were urged to confess if anything occurred between them the other night…
"I don't know, whatever. "They both replied and walked off linked together.
In his secluded darkness, Loki grinned to himself from his recalled memory.
"It was never "one more night" he chuckled.