Over the next few weeks, Loki ate more and more, his stomach became more obvious and the fluttering definitely became kicking. He found that it seemed to respond to his moods. So if he was in a really bad mood, the parasite would squirm and kick around a lot, even if it was still very small and barely developed, it was pretty uncomfortable for Loki. His mother continued to visit him regularly, generally cheerful, though there was one time she came that Loki could tell that something was up.
She had come to visit him, as she usually did but there was a hesitance in her words, like she was waiting for the opportunity to say something. Loki eventually called her out on it.
"Mother please, you have something to say, just say it. I am fine." She looked at him a little sheepishly before sighing and waving her hand, conjuring up what looked like two bracers, designed to wear round the wrist/forearm over battle clothing. These were much simpler looking though, thinner, more delicate with an intricate pattern carved into the body, not like the bulky ones he wore with his battle armour. He raised his eyebrows at her, in question.
"Bracers?"
She smiled a little reluctantly. "Not just bracers." He thinks he knows where this is going.
"Odin had these made, it took a while to get the correct level of enchantment for them to work and still be wearable. You will be required to wear them." She started opening the clasps on the underside.
"They're going to stub out my Seidr aren't they?" Of course, Loki should have seen this coming, it was obvious enough really.
"Not stub...restrict, and do you blame him really? You haven't exactly given him much reason to trust you." She gestured for him to hold out his arm.
"I have done nothing recently that suggests me a threat." He smiled a little, there was no getting out of this, and it was written plainly on his mothers face. He watched her for a moment before rolling his eyes a little and lifting his arm up. She clasped the first one in place. It was fitted to his wrists, but not too tight, he wouldn't be able to pull it off though. Once she had secured the one she moved onto the other.
"They won't do you any harm, you just won't be able to use your Seidr in the same way but you will not be completely limited." He moved his arms around a bit, they didn't restrict his movement but he was definitely aware of their presence. He would get used to them, this he knew, and he had no other choice.
"He gasped a little at a sudden sensation, as he could feel his magic draining slightly. When he had first learned to use his Seidr, when he had first properly acquired it, he felt how it filled him, a sense of power which had taken some getting used to but now he felt like he couldn't do without it, even if he wasn't using it. He could sense that it was still there, but like he couldn't quite access it or something.
"You are fine; I tried them on myself, to see what the effects would be before I allowed them to be used on you. It's a strange feeling, I understand but that is as bad as it gets, you will get used to it."
She had been right, sometimes he still missed it terribly, just feeling the way his magic flowed through him but he had quickly gotten used to the feeling and the cuffs themselves weren't too uncomfortable, he could feel them when he bent his arm or wrist but they didn't do much else.
...
He also found that he was horny, all the damn time. He felt like he had rubbed his dick raw by now and it still wasn't enough. He would end up pleasuring himself a few times a day, mostly finishing, unsatisfied. Thor had gotten used to hearing him now, though Loki mostly went to the washroom to do it, he wasn't much good at being that quiet. Some nights Thor would wake up, hearing Loki pleasuring himself on the floor next to his bed, really trying to keep the noise to a minimum.
One of the times this happened, Thor rolled over and looked at Loki from on his bed. Loki's eyes were closed, teeth grit together, face red, clearly getting nowhere with his efforts.
"You know...uh...I could probably help you out, you know, if you needed."
Loki's eyes snapped open, hands stopping, glaring up at his brother. Thor had looked at Loki questioningly when he had first seen the cuffs but just nodded when Loki told him what they were for, asking him if he was alright about it. Of course Loki had just snapped at him about how he would feel being allowed to carry Mjolnir around with him but not being allowed to use it for anything.
"I don't need anything from you" he growled, moving to get up to head to the washroom. "If you don't mind...privacy?"
"You don't have to move you know, you can stay, what difference is there really, with the door between us?"
"Cause normally I'm in another room, and you're not in my face, breathing on me." Thor just smirked at him and sat back up.
"Okay...just saying, if you need some help..."
"I'm fine, Thor." Loki snapped, moving into the washroom and shutting the door.
He knew Thor could probably still hear him, he just didn't care, and he had spent ages trying to finish himself off. Once he finally felt as close as get could get, he bit down hard on his arm, finally spilling over his hand, seed spraying up onto his chest and stomach. He sighed and relaxed down a bit before running himself a bath.
...
Thor could hear Loki miserably pleasing himself in the washroom, or quite often on the floor when it was night, Thor had taken to pretending to stay asleep while listening to Loki, who was then nothing but irritable for the rest of the time, snapping at Thor for anything and everything. Thor had woken up again one night. He could, once again, hear Loki failing to please himself on the floor. He had been lying there for ages, seeming to be getting nowhere with himself, Thor wasn't even sure why he was still bothering. He rolled to his side, watching Loki for a bit. It really wasn't doing him any good; he looked tired, fed up.
Thor reached one hand down and placed it over the hand Loki was currently stroking his own cock with. Loki stilled, completely tense, eyes opening wide to look straight at Thor, then quickly slapping his hand away, glaring at him furiously.
"Let me help Loki, apart from the fact that's it's driving me insane listening to you, you are clearly not getting anything from this, I can make it good."
"No, Thor. I do not need you to do anything for me, I'm fine, I'm just bored and this room doesn't exactly inspire when it comes to pleasuring oneself. Leave me alone." He tucked himself back into his trousers, struggling to get up he left for the washroom again. Thor sighed and tried to get back to sleep.
...
It was really warm, one night, waking Thor up with the humidity. He kicked off his covers, turning over to get some air to his back. He hated it when it was like this, like the air was thick. Everything felt sticky, it was horrible. He closed his eyes willing himself to go back to sleep.
He was distracted by a, now familiar, noise.
...
It was too hot, much, much too hot!
Loki couldn't take it but he couldn't do anything about it either. He was ready to kill someone. He hoped this would end soon. His life was currently defined as either uncomfortably aroused or jerking off. Nothing was working and he couldn't take it anymore. Not in this heat as well.
He heard Thor stir in the bed and willed him to go back to sleep. He had taken to doing this in the washroom now but tonight it was hot, his back hurt, he didn't want to move. He was so clumsy now to; nothing could be done gracefully anymore. He felt like shit most days, he knew he was being a dick to people, but he was pregnant and his life was a mess, he was allowed to.
He was sweating pretty bad, he really didn't care anymore, his eyes were squeezed tight in concentration, he just wanted to finish and be done with it, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep in this heat anyway, maybe take a cold bath after, cool him down.
He startled when he felt a hand covering his hand again. He kept his eyes closed this time, calming his breathing down as best he could.
"We've been through this Thor, I'm fine."
"Stop." That did actually make Loki pause.
"Stop what?"
"What you're doing." Loki felt his face scrunch up slightly in confusion. Thor climbed down from his bed so he was hovering a little bit above Loki on the floor.
Loki was stuck between making him get off and not. He was kind of curious, but cautious at the same time.
He felt Thor's hands on his sides, gently pushing him and Loki realised, he wanted him to turn over.
"Come on." Thor urged. "This is getting you nowhere, you need to just stop for a bit and take some time, now turn over." He firmly but gently pushed him to roll over, Loki did but he wasn't sure. Thor pushed a couple of thick cushions under his chest to take more pressure off his stomach and lay Loki back down.
"Just hold onto the pillow and relax." Loki felt something cool drip into his back, making him jump a little. Thor shushed him and the next thing Loki felt was Thor's hand pushing through whatever was on his back. He soon realised it to be oil as he felt Thor's hand sliding against his back, spreading it around up to his shoulders, squeezing lightly as he did. Loki just held onto the pillow and waited, not relaxing down, still tense, really not sure what to do at the moment.
It did feel quite nice, Loki thought, the smooth pressure sliding around his back. It felt a little uncomfortable in places where Thor dug his hands in a bit but then sometimes the extra pressure was even nicer. Thor rubbed his hands round, searching for any sensitive areas that would help him relax. Loki finally relaxed a bit more after a while, letting his head fall onto his arms, holding onto the pillow.
Thor squeezed his shoulders a little harder, balling his one hand into a fist and rubbing hard in between his shoulder blades and Loki let out an involuntary sigh, his body going limper in relaxation. He had never had this done before, people rubbing their hands over his body didn't really appeal to him but this felt damn good. Thor's hands moved to his lower back and pressed hard in the centre, moving his hand in circles, pressing hard enough that rather than his hand sliding around, it made Loki's body move with him a bit. Loki let out a hard, surprised moan as a strong sense of arousal flared in his lower stomach spreading all down his groin, making him grind his hips into the floor.
He tried to tense again when he felt Thor pulling at his trousers but his body wouldn't quite respond, he just groaned out what he hoped was a protest. Thor shushed him, telling him that all was well, he was fine. Loki felt him completely remove his trousers followed by more cold dripping onto his thighs. Then Thor's hands were back on his, smoothing along his thighs and down to his calves, squeezing and rubbing the muscles, hands dragging down to his ankles and finally his feet. Loki was pretty ticklish so Thor didn't stay on his feet for long, working his way back up his legs, round his thighs, moving his hands round to the sides as he past his backside so as to not make him tense again, back to his back and up to his shoulders.
Loki was flat out now, sometimes moaning at a particularly nice spot, his eyes closed, feeling heavy and weightless at the same time. He was aware of how unbelievably hard he was but Thor had made no moves towards that area so Loki left it for now, he continued to push his hips into the floor whenever Thor worked his lower back, he didn't know what it was but there was a strong pleasure from that area. Thor stayed around his lower back, sometimes moving to his thighs again but not moving as much as before, just pressing and rubbing in places that made Loki sigh and moan.
He felt Thor's hands rub the underside of his thighs this time, pushing his hands between him and the floor to reach, sometimes moving quite close to his groin but pulling back again before he reached anything, moving up to his lower back again, he did the same here, slipping his hands down by his stomach but pulling back before coming into contact with his cock, moving back to his thighs again and repeating these movements.
Loki felt quite tormented by this, he didn't want Thor to do anything but the next time Thor's hands went down to his stomach, he unconsciously his hips a little, panting out as he had been doing for a while now, Thor pulled back again and Loki felt a bit frustrated, he just needed the pressure, his cock was aching, he wanted to relieve himself desperately now.
Thor's hands pushed down again and Loki lifted his hips but this time Thor didn't pull back. Loki felt Thor's hand slide under his cock, slick fingers wrapping around the length and gripping with firm pressure and Loki felt like all the air had left his lungs at once. He froze for a moment.
The few seconds that Loki hesitated, Thor used to his advantage, twisting his hand a little as he stroked, a slight twinge of pain but also increasing the pleasure fast. Loki's few hesitating seconds dragging out longer. He wasn't quite sure what was going on in his head but this felt good and he wanted to push Thor off but he also wanted to grab his hand and fuck into it hard.
Loki couldn't deny that Thor had technique and after a while he relaxed a little. Thor put his free hand on the floor next to Loki, so he was leaning more fully over the younger god and kissed his shoulder, nipping a little just after making Loki twitch in pleasure.
The hand on his cock pushed lower, and then Loki felt as Thor slid his finger along his wet entrance before pushing two fingers in, not nearly as slowly as he probably should have. Loki twitched a little, frowning in slight discomfort and he heard Thor let out a breath of arousal. Loki knew he should stop this, now.
Thor thrusted his fingers a little roughly, using his own hips to push at Loki's backside, grinding Loki's cock into the floor almost painfully. Soon, Loki was panting, trying to hide it but failing miserably. He knew Thor was watching him closely, not that he could do anything about that. He felt his body jolt as Thor removed his hand and quickly flipped him over onto his back, finally getting some air to his cock, swiftly followed by Thor's mouth engulfing him, taking him down, swirling his tongue around the head, his forehead bumping into the bottom of his rounded stomach as he went down. Loki let out a moan in shock, his breathing picking up quickly, fingers twisting into the sheets he lay on, making a lot of effort not to thrust up into Thor's mouth. Thor pushed his fingers back into Loki, adding a third with it this time.
Loki felt as Thor scraped his teeth against Loki's length as he pulled back, biting a little at the head before swallowing him down again. Loki let out a moan, he hadn't intended to, but the way Thor's teeth dragged roughly along his cock, slight pain mixed with the pleasure of the way he was sucking at the head, his fingers thrusting relentlessly into him, there was no way he couldn't have let out a noise at that. The older god continued this for a few more minutes, thrusting his hand relentlessly into Loki, sucking him roughly before Loki felt Thor push his fingers into him, deeper, pressing upwards and rubbing the same spot hard, at the same time, he took Loki down to the root, biting down on the base of Loki's cock. Loki jolted hard, head flying back, squeezing his eyes shut tight and crying out loudly as his release washed over him.
...
Thor didn't let go of his cock until he felt it softening slightly, sucking off any last drops of his release and swallowing it, pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean to. Loki was still lying down, breathing raggedly. Thor took the opportunity to really look at his naked body. His face was fuller, healthier looking, he looked tired but not gaunt, and it was like his entire body had filled out with a little weight, not fat, just nicely plump in places, as an expectant mother should.
Thor let his eyes roam down to his brothers' flat chest, the milk wouldn't come in until the baby was born and by the looks of things, Loki hadn't even bothered changing that part of his body ready for when it did. Thor wasn't sure if Loki would willingly breast feed, since he didn't want the child, but surely Loki wouldn't be able to neglect it just for existing. His eyes wandered lower to Loki's round stomach. Loki was a bit iffy about people seeing his bare stomach, but it seems he had forgotten in this moment. Loki was about six and a half months into his pregnancy now. The healers had checked him over frequently, saying that he seems to be following the regular nine months, but maturely. He is a little big for how far along he is. At first they thought maybe twins, but after later examinations, they said that most likely wasn't the case. They said not to be surprised if it was a little earlier though.
...
Loki opened his eyes, still feeling a little hazy. Okay, he still hated Thor but credit where credit was due he was damn good with his mouth. Loki felt...he actually felt sated. It was such a relief he could happily sleep as he was, but it was still stupidly hot and he would regret not bathing, come the morning. Sweat was running down the side of his face and neck, slightly pooling in the indent of his collar bone.
Loki sat up, casting a quick glance at Thor who had leaned back but was still in between his legs, smiling down at him. He wasn't gloating though. As Loki's head cleared a bit more he realised that he had let him do this, he had let Thor pleasure him. There was no consent issue, he had allowed it, and he couldn't simply throw blame to the older god, because this time, he really had just helped him. Now he felt even stranger. He was frowning to himself, getting increasingly more horrified as he did. He struggled to his feet as fast as he could. Thor held onto his arms to help pull him up, Loki shrugged him off and stumbled away from him, towards to washroom a bit. He could hear Thor speaking to him, calling him, he thinks but he ignored him. He needed to gather himself again, be alone to wash away the evening, confusion and sweat.
...
Loki spent ages washing himself in cool water, relaxing his muscles, though that didn't take much since he was still feeling completely sated, kind of like jelly, glad to be finally relieved of his arousal. Thor had been in at one point, but he simply washed himself down with a basin and cloth, and then left again. Loki was glad Thor hadn't tried to talk to him; he had barely even looked at him.
Loki was struggling to think clearly about what had happened, he was tired, he was hot, now was not really the time to think but he also couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to it. He knew he couldn't trust Thor with this, Thor got too much out of being rough. He would go too far again eventually, but that's what confused Loki. It had hurt a little, Thor wasn't gentle with his fingers by anyone's standards, but, even through the pain, but it was kind of nice to be able to leave his pleasure to someone else, just give over and leave them to bring him to his release. Masturbation really wasn't his thing at all; he couldn't deny it any longer. It had been fine, great even, for a while but it soon became dull, not enough. Thor had not given him chance to be displeased with anything, because anything he didn't like was soon swallowed up by something that felt too good to disturb.
He was really trying to avoid thinking it but he wanted more. He kind of liked the pain, not being forced but maybe pushed a little bit, almost like being used but still having his own pleasure considered, ramming into him, biting him. Oh yes biting him...hard. He had felt himself getting closer to finishing but the way Thor had bitten his cock had pretty much thrown him into his release. He didn't bite gently either, he had gripped into the base of Loki's cock, Loki wasn't even sure if it was going to block his orgasm, but he didn't, he supposed the biting felt harder on something as sensitive as his cock. He knew he enjoyed biting, he only managed to get himself over the edge by biting himself sometimes, imagining it was someone else, not Thor, he wasn't attracted to Thor, even now, it just wasn't going to happen. He mostly bit his lip but he would sometimes bite his arm if he didn't have both hands in use. He didn't really find it that strange, but he bit hard. He bit so hard he left teeth marks for hours, which also bruised slightly. Hours don't sound long, but by Asgardian standards, that's as pretty long indeed, sometimes he drew blood. He didn't know what it was but the biting was almost better than the rest of it, especially when he was pleasuring himself. He had no idea how Thor had known about his thing for biting, unless he had just figured it out at the time, slightly coincidental but not impossible.
Maybe he and Thor were both fucked up, though, Thor was by far, more fucked up when it came to this. Loki liked to be bitten; he didn't want to rape anyone. Harmless kink versus major issue. Thor really needed to be careful. Maybe that's why he let himself go more with Loki, he knew Loki wasn't going to just rat him out, regardless of what it was he had done, that's not how Loki worked. He worked on revenge, he got his own back, and this time he really had, too. Thor's face when he thought Loki was going to revenge rape him, if it hadn't been such a serious thing, Loki would have openly laughed at him. Loki figured Thor was only into rape when he was the one doing it, he definitely did not like to be on the receiving end of that, he didn't become the slightest bit aroused, as Loki had thought he might. That's when Loki had realised that it wasn't about him, Thor wasn't just attracted to Loki, okay maybe he was a little, but that night was supposed to have been about impregnating him. He figured Thor had originally intended to at least ask him first, but as it had come down to it, mixed with a lot of alcohol, the rape fantasy had gotten the better of him and he just couldn't resist. He must regret it, even if just slightly, but Loki didn't doubt for a second that, were he offered the chance again, he wouldn't take it. Thor May have been drunk but Loki was stone cold sober, he remembered how much Thor had loved every second of it, from the moment he entered the room, right up until he had fallen asleep. The more Loki had struggled, the more Thor had enjoyed it.
Loki sighed, he didn't know what he would do about this, he could tell himself, swear to himself that he hadn't enjoyed it, but he didn't believe it for a second. It had been great, he couldn't deny but he was far more controlled than this, he would find a way around this. He knew Thor would offer it again, and regardless of what his mind was currently feeling, his body was screaming that it wanted more, so much more. He could not let this get the better of him. This was Thor, his rapist, the reason he was currently incubating this little parasite with his own body, the reason he was still here when he could be dead and done with everything by now. He hated Thor so much for that and Thor wanted them to build up their trust and eventually, their relationship and he just couldn't, that was never going to happen. He couldn't let this go further; this was disturbing enough as it was. Loki knew he was messed up but fucking Hel he had to get a grip on himself fast!
He knew where Thor would go that would keep him until, sometimes quite late, into the evening. He had figured it out a while ago. Thor was still trying to plead Loki's case, of course he wouldn't have given up yet, and Loki wouldn't have even hoped for that, even though he had already given up himself, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted to end. He understood that Thor wanted to save him, but Thor didn't seem to realise that even if he did succeed, what would become of him anyway? Odin wouldn't just leave him unpunished. No one would ever trust him after this; he would just be some burdening presence, not able to work with any of them again because they would assume him to just betray them again, which they were right to, because he probably would. His death was the easier, better option for everyone. He wouldn't be able to stop Thor from trying though.
He slowly stood up, letting the water drip off him for a few minutes before stepping out of the bath and drying himself off. He just wanted to sleep now, even if it was on that piece of shit thing he had made on the floor, it hurt but it was better than nothing and right now, Loki really didn't care.
When Loki came back into Thor's room, the older god was asleep. Except, he wasn't asleep on his own bed, but on Loki's sorry excuse for one. He's done this on purpose, Loki thought. The great oaf couldn't help himself, but he was going to regret it in the morning, Loki would know. Sighing, he climbed into Thor's bed, secretly enjoying the soft padding against his sore back. He turned onto his side and quickly fell asleep.
...
He was quite annoyed to wake up feeling a little horny again, but it was nothing he couldn't deal with for now. He was glad the morning sickness had mostly stopped but he still couldn't hold down anything other than eggs and cream.
He rolled over and stretched, savouring the feeling of waking up on the soft bed. He heard a groan as Thor woke up, slowly standing up and stretching out. He looked up and saw Loki was also awake.
"I know of your stubbornness Loki, but how in Hel you have slept on that for six months, I know not."
Loki smirked at him. Thor didn't smile back but Loki could see the amusement in his eyes.
"I suppose you slept just fine?"
"Hmmm I did actually, surprising what the difference of a few cushions can change."
"I think it was a little more than just changing a few cushions but I don't disagree. Which is also why, you are not sleeping on this again, and you will sleep in my bed, even if you make me sleep on the floor for the next few months, you are not lying on this, and it must be doing awful things to your back. I ache and I'm not even carrying a child."
Loki sighed. "Honestly Thor, I'm fi..."
"Do not make me go to mother on this one, because believe me...I will."
Loki closed his mouth, he could argue with Thor until he was blue in the face -not even an intended pun- but if his mother was involved, he would lose, not a chance in Hel.
"Fine, but don't think this changes anything."
Thor stared at him. "What could have possibly changed?" Loki just looked at him.
"Never mind." Loki said, turning away and busying himself with making the bed. Thor stood up to turn to him properly.
"No, Loki, speak to me, don't ignore it. Last night happened, I'm not going to pretend it didn't, and I won't let you do that either." He moved forward to take Loki's arm, pulling him round to face him but Loki roughly shoved him off.
"No Thor! Don't touch me; you think because of last night, anything will have changed? It hasn't Thor, it was a mistake and it won't be happening again. Back off!"
Loki turned swiftly to walk away but his head spun, vision spotting out and went black.
When his head cleared and vision returned, he was on the floor, a worried looking Thor holding his shoulders, speaking to him. What he was saying, Loki didn't have a clue. He pushed Thor away, quickly scrambling, clumsily to his feet and dashing to the washroom to throw up.
Thor followed him and rubbed his back, pulling his hair out of his face, whispering things to him that Loki wasn't listening to. He tried to push Thor's hands off of him, still trying to lean over the bowl. So much for no morning sickness, he thought as he tried to spit the bitter taste from his mouth. He sat down on the floor, catching his breath again. Thor got him some water, which he rinsed his mouth with before drinking the rest.
"You okay?" Thor asked after, he made no move towards him this time though, which Loki was glad for. The younger god just glared up at him and didn't say anything; he still looked a bit ill, eyes not really focusing. He paused for a moment before leaning back up and throwing up the rest of his stomach's contents. Thor winced at how horrible it must be. The Asir didn't really get sick much so this wasn't something either of them was used to.
It was actually his mother who had told Thor to rub Loki's back, Loki was the only thing she really spoke to him about now, how to make him more comfortable, what's better for him and what's not, otherwise she hadn't really spoken to him much recently, which didn't really surprise him. He knew she had held back how she had really felt about what he had done to Loki, she had kept herself reserved and subtle, even now, she still was, but there was definitely a coldness now that wasn't there before. It had taken her a few weeks to talk to him more normally again but when she did, it was often related to Loki. When it came to the morning sickness, she said it always made it easier to deal with. So he did, he rubbed Loki's back, he pulled his hair out of his face, he sometimes got a cold damp cloth and wiped Loki's brow, but he would mostly push him away after he had finished heaving enough to breath.
Loki sat back again and sighed, Thor asked him again if he was okay, this time he croaked out a "yes" and combed his fingers through his own hair. He rinsed his mouth again when Thor fetched him some more water and drank down the rest, like before.
"This is definitely the hardest part so far." He sighed after a few minutes, more to himself than to Thor. He was sweating a little, it was still really hot, but he made no move to do anything about it just yet, just in case.
"I thought the morning sickness had stopped now. Maybe you should see a healer." Thor looked at Loki, a little concerned.
Loki shook his head. "I'm fine." He slowly tried to stand up, Thor moving forward, wanting to help him but Loki put his hand up, signalling that he was okay so he held back. He was pretty big for only six months of pregnancy, not massive but enough to struggle a little to get around. Getting up off the floor was the hardest.
Loki winced a little as he stood up straight, his back always felt stiff in a morning, regardless of how comfortably the bed was, it seemed. Thor noticed his discomfort.
"Come on, let's go walk around the grounds a bit, loosen your joints." Loki gave him a strange look.
"Uhh...no? I'll go take a walk around and you can go do whatever the Hel you want, away from me. I mean it Thor, leave me alone." He didn't want to discuss last night with Thor, definitely not now. He was trying to be close to Loki, as though one strange night could send it all back to how it had been before.
"Loki...please..."
"No...Thor. Say nothing else; I implore you, not a word." He headed back into the bedroom and towards the door.
"The guards will just follow you, you won't really be alone." Loki didn't even stop walking, or look back.
"I'll take that over you." And he left, two guards quick to follow.
