An: Please excuse the hiatus my darlings, I won't bore you with the details of my life, but I had some shit that needed dealing with, and by the time I came back here, my mojo was gone, but after seeing Thor : The Dark World, my love of all things Asgardian has been renewed.
Here is chapter seven just for you.
Rated NC- 17


Chapter 7:
Funny you're the broken one,
but I'm the only one that needed saving.


She kept her cool remarkably well.

It wasn't until Thor had left, that she placed me on the floor and walked away. Her bare feet made no sound as she walked and I watched her disappear, then heard the soft splash of water.

Releasing the magic that held me in feline form, I followed her, frowning as a high pitched gurgling reached my ears.
She had submerged herself in the clear bath water, bubbles exploded around her mouth, she was screaming under the water.
My heart almost stopped.

''Sigyn!'' I called, stepping in after her, still partially dressed and sending water sloshing onto the stone floor.
I pulled her to me, her screams filling the room as I dragged her above the water and into my arms.

There was no discerning word, rather, just choked cries of utter misery.
I did not speak soothing words, for I would not lie to her, not now, I did not know if everything would be okay, Theoric was coming home, I had failed her.
Instead I held her close, sitting on the steps of the great bath, its water warming us as we held fast to one another, her sobs pulled at my heart.

I wanted to help her, I had to help her, I would not allow the brute to touch her again.
Her arms snaked around my neck and there was a moment of adjustment and heavy breathing, suddenly Sigyn's wet, naked form was straddling me.

For all I think of Midgardian's as little better than animals, and it pains me to admit, we do share certain... similarities in our natures.
I stared at her, her eyes wide and round, the longing for her skin on mine more potent that ever before.

She was vulnerable, frightened and angry, a decent person would wrap her up, hold her tight and try to figure out an honest way to help her.

Who ever said I was decent?

I stood, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her lips finding mine with a bruising force.
Managing to move without falling, I carried her to the bedroom, glancing at the bed.
It was her first time, of that I was certain, so truly the bed would have been the most appropriate of settings.

I had been imprisoned for a long time, torturous languid kisses in hallways had left me with not nearly enough patience for the task.
We landed against the wall, I grunted, and Sigyn's hands gripped the base of my neck, her nails digging so tightly that I felt the warm trickle of blood down my spine.

She gasped and her head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed under long lashes, she was the picture of lust, embellished by her now dripping, dark hair.

Her skin looked... utterly delicious truth be told, tearing my mouth from hers I licked my way along her collar bone, and her nails dug even harder, the pain was enticing.
The reality of feeling something, anything, and feeling other then hatred, for the first time in so long was incredible.
I felt alive, the blood pumping in my veins sang with pride.
I would make her mine, Theoric could come at me with everything he had, but I would make Sigyn truly mine.

Oblivious to my thoughts, Sigyn was locked in her own world of feeling and bliss, too wrapped up in the physical world to think.

I wondered if she would regret her choices afterwards, wondered if tomorrow, when she saw the classic looks of Theoric, and the normality of the life she could have had with him.
I was going to be tried, punished and possibly imprisoned for the rest of my long life. By doing this I was condemning her to a live on the far side of the glass, as she would be when she came to see my in Asgard's cells.


By the nine realms I was going to explode, Loki's hands were all over me, his tongue, salacious on my skin.
My mind fought to stay coherent, but the sheer excess of sensation was all but overwhelming.

My emotions ran rampant inside me.

My hatred for Theoric, my fury at father for pushing Theoric on me. My fear of what tomorrow would hold. My love for Loki, held strong above the rest.

When his hands paused on me, I opened my eyes to find his expression clouded and thoughtful.

''Darling?'' I whispered, bringing my hand to touch his cheek.
''Loki.'' I repeated when he didn't answer, but his eyes met mine, I saw a lot of things in the depths of Loki's eyes.

Fear, love, anxiety, lust.

''Make me forget about him.'' I pulled his face to mine and kissed him softly.
Loki growled, a low rumble in his chest and his lips grew stronger on mine.

In a flurry of groans, moans, and garments carelessly shed, he was as bare as I was. The feel of his skin on mine, for the first time filled me with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation.
If Theoric made it to the wedding bed, and found I was not whole, he would most certainly kill me.

A slow smile spread it's way across my lips as Loki's long fingers explored the uncharted plains of my body.
Theoric would never have me in the way he most desired me.
I would be Loki's from this night on, and nothing Theoric or even Odin did, would ever change that. I wanted to ensure he remembered it too.

The perfect 'O' his mouth formed, and the sharp inhale of air as my nails dug into the snowy skin of his back was remarkable.
Suddenly I forgot about everything, and my only desire in life right then was to elicit that look of pure bliss from him again and again until he begged me to stop.

My nails dug harder as I Loki moved to rearrange us until I was pressed tightly between his lean body, and the cool stone wall, by legs were wrapped tightly around his narrow hips and I felt the steady throb of his lust right where I needed him.
''You're sure?'' he managed to hiss into my neck as I let the same hand that had been tearing into the muscles of his back, tenderly grip his arousal, trying to hard to keep myself composed.

''Yes.'' I breathed, my teeth grazing the soft skin of his ear.
There was one final shuffle, as Loki's hand gripped mine, and he aligned us two to become one.

And so we did.
My heart almost exploded, hammering frantically like a caged beast within my chest. It stung as he tore through my maidenhead, and when he saw me wince, he froze.

It was the most incredible feeling, the pain was dull, barely palpable in the sheer heat of the moment I found myself in.
Loki's face looked strained, a look of concern flashed across his eyes as he watched me, and I couldn't help but reach up and brush a stray strand of inky black hair from his face.

There were no words, I could not think of any, nor did I feel there were any words to adequately describe the immensity of my love for him right then.
Instead I tightened the muscles I knew he could feel and as his mouth opened in ecstasy I claimed it with my own.

Loki moaned into my mouth as his hips rolled into mine and a steady rhythm was soon established.
It was like my whole being was on fire, everything burned deliciously, my toes curled, and I held onto him, helpless against my own desire.

His mouth moved and he licked and nipped my neck, while the steady thrust of his hip increased.
I was a mess, gasping and writhing, it was all I could do to breathlessly moan his name in the flickering light of my chamber.

One of Loki's hands slipped between us and stroked my heated centre until I felt myself flung off a tower of pleasure, I cried out, and he silenced me with his mouth on mine.
I twisted and turned beneath him, clinging to him as my high slowly dissipated.
I was vaguely aware as his movements became more erratic, I moaned when I felt him stiffen and find his own release.

It was almost comical as he slumped, placing a shaking arm either side of my head to steady himself.
Untangling myself from him, I used the wall as help, and stood, gasping for air.

Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and Loki eyed me carefully. There was no smart remark, no cocked eyebrow. He looked cautious, as if he expected me to curse him for what we had just done.

Instead a slow smile found it's way to my lips, and I leaned back against the wall.
''You've had your way with me, now take me to bed.'' I blinked lazily, and the smile that broke across Loki's face was utterly breathtaking.
In the time I had known him, I had never seen such a pure expression grace his face.

''Were you not the one who stripped before me wench? I was but a slave to your whims.'' he feigned innocence with a beautiful flutter of his long lashes, but even as he did this, he stood, and eliciting a surprised squeal from me, he scooped me up into his arms with as little thought as one might give to picking up a baby.

Loki lay me down on my bed, climbing in beside me and pulling the blankets over us.
I watched him carefully as he lay his head next to mine.

''Tomorrow?'' I stifled a yawn and let the word hang there.
Theoric was coming back tomorrow, and the wedding would be held at sun down. It was very little time to do anything but wait, I hopped against hope that Loki would impart upon me some plan he had to stop it.

''I know.'' he swallowed regretfully, and he said it with an air of finality, as if he did not want to hear any more of it.

Suddenly, my eyelids grew heavy and it was hard to remember what I wanted to say to him.
''I will not be here when you wake, sleep now, and know that only I will ever li-'' I could not tell you what else he said, for a bout of sleep took me in such a manner, that looking back on it, I wonder if he hadn't bewitched me.