Thank the Norns
"Please Father, I believe he acted only to protect her, not even intending to do any harm." Thor continued to appeal to the aged monarch. Odin wasn't even facing him, instead he looked solemnly through the balcony's opening and over the darkening beauty of the golden city. Thor saw the way his father's shoulders dropped ever so slightly right before answering.
"He is unrepentant, uncaring of the pain and suffering he caused and now he has killed one of his guards, all because of this foolish notion of yours concerning that woman. If she had not been there, a good man would not be dead."
"A good man?" Thor cried, incredulous. "A rapist that reaped what he sewed."
"So attempted rape is now a capital offense? And Loki is now the judge and executioner? As despicable as the crime might have been, is this what you wish for Asgard?"
"You know well that is not what I mean, Father."
Odin spun then; the weariness this conversation was causing was more than evident in the added lines of his face. "And you know well that your brother is a lost cause!"
"I do not know that!" Thor yelled back.
"Then you are still but a foolish boy!"
Both men were advancing by slow steps on one another, the anger and tension in the room was beginning to crackle as the two fierce men continued to battle with words.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Frigga stepped beside Odin, gently clasping her husband's arm. "I do wish my men would not fight. These are tense enough times that we do not need it intensified within our rooms as well."
"Mother." Thor was surprised to see her. She'd been away from some weeks and he hadn't even noticed her enter the room, so intent he was on his argument with his father.
"Thor." She smiled at him and released her husband, taking her son by both cheeks and giving him a gentle kiss on his worried brow.
Then she surprised them both by speaking her mind. "It would seem that our younger son was simply acting in aiding the girl."
"I am happy to see you so rested and returned, my wife, but this is not your concern."
Frigga was still facing Thor, so she gave him a sweet smile before she turned slowly to face the king. "Not my concern?" Her voice had that chilling false sweetness to it that he'd rarely ever heard his mother employ. To his credit, Odin looked mostly unaffected by it, mostly.
"Does this not concern our youngest son?"
"It does." Odin answered carefully.
"Does it not concern his protection of a woman who would have been raped without his interference?"
"It does." He answered evenly once more.
"And since you sentenced him to that eternal fate in that tower, has he attempted any escape or harm to any of his keepers."
"He has not."
His mother turned to face him once more, her face still a picture of calm control. "You may go, my son. Loki will face no repercussions from his actions this day." She told him with an aire of complete certainty.
"Frigga?" Odin's voice warned but she ignored him.
"Go." She repeated, her eyes narrowing. He did not need to be told a third time. He knew the signs of two great gods about to come to battle. He had no desire to witness such a thing this day. When the door finally closed behind him, he felt a chill go down his spine. His mother rarely interfered with his father's decisions but whenever she did, she got her way. For today, Loki was safe. Thank the Norns for their mother.
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Loki sat at his desk and just watched her as she busied herself with lightly dusting this and tidying that. He'd heard her messing about the other rooms first, undoubtedly she'd saved this one for last, the one he occupied. She never stayed in any one place for long and by the time she'd made it around the entire room, she seemed like she was just shaking her head. It surprised him when she turned and addressed him directly.
"Almost everything is different."
He didn't know what she meant at first but the way she was giving him a rather hard stare actually made him a little uncomfortable. What did she think was different? Him? Her? Their recent interaction? He was about to ask for a bit of clarification when she spoke again, belaying the need.
"The books are the same, I recognize all the titles but everything else from the chairs to the rugs and tapestries, they're all different."
Now he did wish she meant their interactions. He would rather have a discussion with her on that. He didn't really want to really want to revisit why his rooms had suffered after her exit a week ago. Yes, it was most certainly a subject to avoid. So he simply didn't answer.
"What happened to it all?"
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Why was she so talkative now? So they'd exchanged some words while she'd been on her knees and then while on her back but that hardly constituted a reason for her sudden interrogation concerning his quarters. He was now looking away from her and into the fire that continued to burn away in its hearth. He'd never been a fan of fires before, always having been uncomfortably warm but now, he always wished to be near one. It wasn't so much that he was cold but the warmth reminded him of better times, times long gone.
He was surprised when she sat on the edge of his desk, completely blocking his previous view of the hearth.
"Did the last bit of décor not please you?"
He sat back in his chair and regarded her with narrowed eyes. He decided to continue to evade her question but instead of continuing with silence, he decided to do so with one of his own. "What is this?" Unlike him, she didn't seem to have any problem with knowing to what he was referring, and it wasn't concerning the change in furnishings.
"I was silent and submissive last time and it did not please you." She shrugged and stood from the desk and grasped the iron poker that lay against the wall, rearranging the charred wood within before adding a new log to the fire.
"So you think I would prefer an intrusive submissive instead?"
"Well, you didn't strike me as the sort that wished to be dominated."
He chuckled, actually chuckled. "I do not." He had dabbled in such thing… twice, long ago and had found out that it most certainly had not melded well with his particular personality. Funny how tying a woman up until she couldn't move could move him to a sexual frenzy but being tied up, left him irritable and quite flaccid. It took two times to realize this but only because you can never be sure about anything until you've given it a second look. "And what about you?"
She shrugged, looking at him over her shoulder through the tops of her eyes, as she stayed crouched by the fire. It was when she turned slightly that he noticed a few of the top buttons of her shift were undone. It made him smirk. She could be a coy little thing, couldn't she?
"I've always been rather moldable, depending."
"Hn. And is that what you trying to do now? Mold to me?"
"I am," she answered plainly and honestly. "Would you just like to tell me what you prefer and save me a lot of poking and prodding?"
He had to admit; this was far more interesting that the meek creature that had previously skittered about, saying little more than a yes or no and only when absolutely necessary.
"I think I'd rather see what sort of skill you have at this sort of discovery."
Such a strange thing, to sit here and feel a bit like he used to, just because this woman was speaking to him like he wasn't some sort of creature from the underworld. She'd actually looked at him more than a dozen times today, right at him, right into his eyes. Even as she stood from her tending spot next to the fire, she kept her eyes on him. Not even Thor seemed to be able to look him directly in the eye for more than a few seconds at a time these days; not since being interred in this grave they called a prison.
She straightened her garment, smoothing out non-existent creases and dusting off her sleeves of non-existent soot before looking back at him once more. She sauntered right up to the desk and he could only guess at what she planned to do. She leaned over it, giving a fine view of her ample bosom and he leaned forward, expectant and growing excited in more than one way. Her delicate lips were only a fraction of an inch away from his own. He licked his lips, recalling just how long it had been since he'd pressed his to a woman's. Far too long. Just as he leaned forward, even tilting his head slightly to accommodate her, she pulled back, a few books he hadn't been reading gathered in her arms.
He nearly groaned as he watched her saunter away, placing the tomes back in their proper places on the their respective shelves. The minx didn't even give him so much as a backward glance as she did this. Oh, she was good, very, very good.
He stood from his seat, crossed the room to her location and spun her around where she stood. He couldn't help but notice that she'd undone a few more buttons on her bodice before he pressed her firmly against the shelf, the length of his body fully against hers.
"So, you aren't the sort of man that likes to be teased." She was breathing hard, her eyes a bit more furtive than they were only moments ago but she didn't keep them away like she would have only a week before. But it wasn't the action of her eyes that held him now but the words she'd spoken. It wasn't their teasing quality or the slight anxiety hidden in her tone but rather, it was in one particular word she used to describe him.
Man.
She actually thought him a man? Not a monster? Maybe it was irrational of him to be so affected by it but he was. One of the hands that had been resting on her hips, slid upwards, skimming her ribs, the side of a heaving breast and against her neck, feeling her racing pulse beneath his cool palm. It was then that he realized just how hard he was breathing as well.
"What is your name?" he asked quietly as he stared at her lips.
"Leticia but most people call me Leti." She rushed out, her breath ghosting against his lips.
"Leti," he repeated just before he gently pressed his lips against her temptingly warm ones. His other hand moved down to grasp her thigh and wrap it around his hip so he could press even closer into her. He released her mouth in favor of her smooth, long neck and she gasped as he traced her pulse with the tip of his tongue. It was the moan that his hips grinding against hers elicited that broke him from his slow, measured movements. He used both of his hands to rip open the top of her bodice, sending the few buttons that had still been fastened plinking and rolling across the stone floor.
"You have a beautiful body, Leti." He latched onto one hardened peak and absently wondered how many men had given her just that very compliment in the past? Likely all of them since it was very much the truth. It was no wonder that she'd 'stumbled' upon becoming a mistress. And now she was his. He switched breasts and looked up to see her eyes shut tightly, her mouth parted as she moaned. There was nothing more arousing than seeing a woman in such a state, unless of course she were even more feverish in her pleasure. So without any more prelude, he slid a hand up her skirt and groaned when he found she wore nothing underneath. "Oh you wonderful woman," he gasped as he slid a finger through her wet curls before pushing it deeply inside of her.
He was suddenly overcome with the desire to taste her, so he dropped to his knees, lifted her skirt above her waist and pulled one of her legs onto his shoulder.
"Oh gods!" She exclaimed the moment his curious tongue found her clit. He worked her for several minutes, his fingers delving inside of her, exploring her, while his tongue pushed her towards the brink. Her fingers dug almost painfully into his shoulders as she approached the edge. One more lick later, his fingers felt her pulsing, viselike grip as she came. He just watched her face for several moments, from the way it her eyebrows nearly touched one another, to the way her lips formed a grimace that might have been mistaken for pain in another situation. Oh how he loved to see a woman's rapture, especially if it was his doing.
After catching her breath, she looked down at him and rewarded him with a lazy smirk. "What a talented tongue you do have. If only all men were so learned in such things." He sat back after her words, pulling her down on top of him, straddling him.
"I'm well practiced." He spoke into her neck as he freed himself from the confines of his trousers. She helped, snaking her hands inside once he'd finished with the stays. "Just as you are." He couldn't help but thoroughly enjoy the little smirk that played against her lips after he spoke those words. It was refreshing to find a woman that didn't mind such things being said. If she did, then she was amazingly good at already determining just what sort of woman he preferred. It had been centuries since one had graced his cock, one who seemed just as sure of her skills as he was of his and who was also not ashamed to revel in that fact.
"There's always more to learn." She said as she guided him within her, her final word hitching in her throat as he snapped his hips upward, burying himself completely within hot cunt.
"There is that." He agreed as they set a pace with one another, her riding him and he thrusting up into her. Soon, they were both panting, their breath mingling. It only took a few frantic minutes before they found his end, him groaning into her neck and one arm looped around her, crushing her to him as his whole body tensed with his release.
"So cold." He heard her murmur into his hair.
"What is?" He couldn't help but asking, not really concerned since it didn't seem like anything could concern him much with how thoroughly satisfied he felt at the moment.
When she didn't answer right away, he smacked her smartly on the buttocks, causing her to tense around him deliciously. "What is?" He repeated, leaning back and looking at her. She looked a bit apprehensive.
"Well," she started delicately only to finish rather crassly, "you're cum, my prince."
He rolled his eyes and was surprised to find that it didn't really bother him. Then he chuckled. He actually found it rather amusing. How appropriate.
"Really?"
"Yes, very." She'd relaxed upon seeing his reaction to the news.
"Unpleasantly?" He drawled, mildly curious. She cocked her head to the side, looked at the ceiling with one eyebrow raised as she considered this but when she swiveled her hips in mock testing, he growled and spun them so that she was now on her back on one of the new, plush rugs.
For a moment, he saw her look at him uncertainly, obviously not completely at ease with him. It actually pleased him a bit. If she acted completely comfortable in his presence, he might have simply thought her a splendid actress but these moments of doubt, only lent credence to how she was now acting around him. Quickly enough, however, aided certainly by his newest ministrations to her collarbone with his mouth, she calmed once more and finally answered his question.
"No, not unpleasantly, just differently."
"Good, because you are going to experiencing it quite a lot, I believe," he informed her as he grew hard within her once more. It was time to test just how much this little filly could handle.
XxXxX
AN: Hmmm, so, they're developing a bit of a report. He finally asked her name, she's trying her best to be what she needs to be in order to no go back to the execution roles and Loki's learning to not completely hate himself. Progression seem reasonable? I hope so. I don't want to rush it but I also don't want to beat a dead horse to death either with his self-loathing and her constant worry about her status with him. Yet again, a huge thanks to each and every reviewer, you guys are so inspiring!
CeffylGwyn: Thank you and thank you for pointing that out to me, I have gone back and changed it… silly typos and lay vs lie has always been a dozy for me. Yup, she killed her mom, but the question now is why?
Yasumi: Thanks, I'm glad you're liking Leti. I want her to be a kindred spirit for Loki, in case that isn't obvious yet.
Sidneylovesfiction: Woot! Blue Loki smut if fun to write, so that makes it easy, lol.
Enosimania: ROFL, you've got that right! Of course the markings are EVERYWHERE, what fun would it be if they weren't? LOL.
KeeperoftheNine: You know it! Introducing her background is my favorite bit of writing this story at the moment, even though we didn't get any of that this time, we will get plenty in the future. Oh, you know and I both think his number would be huge since we both view him as a bit of a man slut, lol. He most certainly is, kink personified, God of Kink should be another of this titles.
London calling: hehe, thank you. It was fun to write. We'll find learn more about her mother in the next chapter.
reindeergames19: No, they are both trying to feel each other out, no pun intended. That's what I'm going for. Thanks, I'll try.
Crede Biron: Hmmmm, you were right about her killing her mom but what was the motivation? That's still to be learned. Also, her experimental youth will also be explained in due time. :) And I followed that up with yet another smutty chapter.
Candy flaps: Could be… lots of people are leaning that way at the moment. Thanks!
DoctorLokiLove: Yes, she does. She's a survivor and she has something very important to survive for, so she's doing what she thinks will best do that and understanding him is key for her to do that. I've always imagined Loki as a bit of a possessive type and given the fact that he has nothing at the moment but her, he'd be extremely possessive of her. So you and I are seeing eye to eye on that. She almost laughed at him but kept it inside. Her reason? She finds the situation so utterely ludacris that she felt a bit hysterical for a moment. They will continue to connect in small ways but for the moment, it's mostly sexual. As far as the length, I don't think I will be anywhere near as long as PoM, mainly because I only have one arch idea for the story but we'll see, my mind is ever changing.
jennigirl: I love delving further into her background. That seems to be the two ideas so far, mercy killing or vengence… I wonder if there are any other theories…
lthil Earlinn: Woot! I love hearing that about OCs. It was fun doing her POV since it was the first one we'd had of her during any real meaningful interaction between them. She's learning quickly that while Loki is a Jotunn, he's not what she'd always been taught they were. Instead, he's exactly what she'd heard of him as a prince. Hehe, I hope you didn't get too worked up, lol.
Anon-e-mouse: Good to hear! She was just a little scared during her first stay with him and wasn't quite herself. Now she's working through her fear and prejudice in her attempt to not be sent away. And you're right, at the moment, she has far more options than Loki.
whatcatydidnext: (4) hmmm, I wonder why. I'm glad you did thought! (5) Lokifests are always nice! (6) I'm working on keeping her interesting and maybe I'll get her just as interesting as him, lol.
DMMD: Yeah, I've never run across a multi chapter blue Loki fic. Awww, thank you. Now, I'm not sure about the mangled and I'm not fit to start another story at the moment, lol.
Poodle warriors: Yes she is now that she's coming into her own and not scared witless by what the fact that he's a Jotunn. Hmm, that's the burning question, isn't it? I'm glad it's not reading like PoM, I'd be disappointed in myself if it was basically writing the same fic. You're very welcome, I'm having a great time writing it.
amakitkat: Woot! So far, I don't plan on stopping and I've mapped out most of it. Awww, so did I, lol. Thanks so much!
