The Inevitable
Her calves kept pressing against his ears, dulling the sound of her whimpers and moans as thrust into her with quick, purposely uneven snaps of his hips. He smiled at the sight of her; her usually flat stomach now sported a few creases and folds in her nearly bent in half state. Her head was tossed to the side as she unconsciously gripped and pulled some of the sheets to her mouth, biting the soft material as he moved within her.
Loki adjusted his position, pulling himself more onto his knees and less draped over her, grasping under her buttocks with one hand and the other running a path from her thigh to her still raised ankles. He nipped at her calf in lusty abandon; enjoying the gasp it elicited everything else about this moment.
Lately, he'd been enjoying many moments such as this one. Fucking Leticia had long ceased being simply an escape, a way to forget his present circumstances and the decisions that had led him here. Instead, these carnal acts had turned into a hobby, into a much-loved pastime. Despite how it might have appeared to the outside observer, his actions were methodical, mostly planned and done with the utmost purpose.
That purpose? How often, how long and how hard could he make his companion experience ecstasy. At the risk of seeming too smug, not something he'd ever worried much about, he was nearing expert levels of skill when it came to achieving this particular goal.
At this very moment, she was nearing her end, as was he. He raised her buttocks even more, changing the angle of penetration once more to one he was nearly certain would finish her without his even having to manipulate her external bundle of nerves. That was today's challenge and as he felt a bead of sweat travel from his brow and down his neck, he also felt her clench around him, her entire body stiffening in full-bodied pleasure. There would be marks on her hand where she'd bitten herself, he absently noted.
He rode her roughly throughout her orgasm before dropping her flush to the bedding once more and molding his body to hers as he turned his focus to his own pleasure instead of hers. He rested he forehead against her temple and gripped her shoulder for leverage as he drove himself to the brink. He didn't hear his guttural moan as he spilled within her, too lost in the overriding sensation of sexual ecstasy to notice anything else. He didn't even realize that he'd collapsed on top of her, something he usually had enough mind to prevent. The first thing he did notice was the sensation of the blunt nails of her fingertips trailing through his damp hair while its mirror traced the raised runic flesh of his back.
How long had she been his companion now? Four months? She was due to leave him again. In that time he'd learned a great deal about her body and what it preferred as she had done with him but he still knew next to nothing about her. He'd been unwilling to ask. He'd preferred, for perhaps the first time in his life, to be ignorant of something.
Thor had made it sound as if her being with him had less to do with escaping the executioners ax and more to do with some unknown. It was that unknown he avoided since the crown prince had mentioned it. It had something to do with her arranged absences from him, that much was obvious. Unlike last time, she tried to act as though it wasn't something she singularly looked forward to but she failed in keeping the evidence of her excitement completely hidden. Her steps were lighter, her work increasingly thorough (likely trying to keep herself occupied) and her actions now.
Ever since her return to his prison, she'd been different. She'd been more active in their interactions, initiated encounters with her seductive looks, banter and movements and no longer seemed disgusted by his touch or actions. Despite her new persona, so different from the timid one she'd first presented, she'd never acted so… affectionate as she was now. He attributed her light and pleasing post coital touches entirely to her imminent departure from his prison and him. It boosted her mood to levels he'd never evoked in her, not that he'd been attentive to anything about her other than the carnal.
He was loath to move from his collapsed position atop her, even his softening cock did its best to remain within her warm embrace but like all good things, this too, had to come to an end. He pulled away from her, from her well used cunt and delicately probing fingers. Turning to located his clothing, he didn't look at her as he usually did. Thor would be collecting her soon and Loki preferred to remember her face twisted up in pleasure and not whatever expression she wore now. He pulled on his shirt, quickly tightening and securing the laces of the upper torso and neck. Grabbing her one of her discarded under things, he wiped his flaccid member of their combined sexual fluids before pulling up his breeches and exiting her room.
He entered the main room as he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to remedy the mess she'd made with her roaming digits when he stopped short. The crowned prince sat in one of his chairs with a cup of mead in one hand and a meat pie in the other.
"You really should eat your meals when they are hot, Brother. It's so much more pleasant that way." The blond god proceeded to take another bite from the nearly devoured pie chasing it down with several generous sips from his cup. "But I suppose what you were doing was even more pleasant than hot food," he said with a smile and infuriating wink. Loki merely rolled his eyes at Thor's commentary.
"As you always have been, you are about as subtle as a raging bilgesnipe in heat." He bit out testily. "You are early."
The Asgardian laughed as he tossed his uneaten portion of pie back onto the tray, much to Loki's displeasure. "I am not. You simply lost track of time." He took another sip. "Time that you seem to be making much better use of late."
"Hn," Loki replied noncommittally. He had little desire converse with Thor about this topic. To be fair though, he had little desire to converse with Thor about anything. The blond would pop in from time to time and attempt conversation. He was rarely met with anything but monosyllabic responses from his blue younger brother.
His first visit after the shattered guard incident almost three months ago had consisted of Thor relaying Odin's reaction the incident or more accurately, his response to Frigga's unexpected intervention. Loki hadn't known whether he should be touched by her protection of him or irritated by it. He'd fully expected to see the end of this torture. He'd thought Odin would come to look at him with his one eye and proclaim the mistake he'd made in bringing him here, that he would finally fix his mistake by ending this farce.
He'd never come. Instead Thor had, relief written plainly across his features as he told of their mother's harsh words and declarations. He told of how they fought for weeks over the ordeal, how he'd never seen her more righteous in her protection of him.
He'd told the tale with the same boisterousness he would of one of his grand hunting expeditions. As such, Loki only believed half of it, the rest was likely Thor's penchant for over exaggeration.
The times after that visit consisted of more banal chatter covering topics from activities on the training grounds to the current situation on Earth as seen by Heimdall. Thor's words would be far more subdued on the latter topic. It was obvious he still yearned to go back for the human female he'd bizarrely made some sort of connection with in a few short days but reconstruction on the bifrost, even with the recovered energies of the tesseract, was slow going at best. It would be some time before easy travel would once more exist.
Loki had been tempted in that conversation to tease Thor and tell him that he could easily get to Midgard with his help but had chosen to remain silent. It would have made for an excellent attack, hurting his elder brother doubly by both pointing out that a way existed to see her that he would never exploit and also reminding him of his younger brother's incarceration. Both were extremely sore points for Thor. Why he hadn't taken the chance to kick the blond god while he was low, he couldn't quite say but it bothered him whenever he recalled it. He was pulled out of his recollections when Thor practically slammed the now empty cup on the table and spoke.
"I'll take Leticia to see her sister and have her returned to you before long."
"Her sister?" Loki questioned before he could stop himself. He'd allowed himself to become too caught up in his thoughts and thus let his tongue get away from him.
The question stopped Thor halfway between standing and sitting, a frown coming over his once pleased features. He shook his head in quiet dismay and finally straightened fully.
"Yes, her sister," Thor answered evenly but didn't volunteer anything further. He instead decided to admonish. "You still have not asked her anything?" he stated more than asked."
Loki shrugged, suddenly finding a wrinkle in his tunic very interesting.
"You of all people…" he trailed off.
That half statement rankled Loki's ego. He stood and glared at Thor. "I, of all people, what?"
The other man looked at him gravely and opened his mouth, about to speak when his countenance suddenly shifted, a forced smile replacing the frown.
"Leticia. It is good to see you again."
Loki turned to see the woman in question walk cautiously into the room, her eyes appraising both men in turn. She seemed concerned about something, perhaps she'd heard the conversation prior or perhaps she'd just noticed the tense posture of the two.
"And you." She responded quietly, giving a customary courtesy to the royal in the room. He chanced a direct look in her direction and didn't like what he saw. In the past few months she would look at him in a calculating manner, always trying to decide the best way to approach and seduce him but now she wore a face that reminded him of Thor. It was a look of concern and worst of all, pity. He hated it, especially coming from her, from the creature who he'd used to help him forget why he was here. Without another word, he made his exit from the room and from the two pitying reminders of his fate.
XxXxX
Odin sat staring at the missive in front of him and found himself amazed that something as innocuous as a slip of paper could cause him such turmoil. He heard the soft footfalls of his lovely but fiercely protective wife come to a stop behind him and he braced himself for the fallout. He heard her breath catch as she read the words on the paper and he didn't attempt to stop her as she snatched the paper from the table.
"This… you will not let this happen." He closed his one good eye and sighed. He felt so old these days, so worn by time and family strife. His eldest son longed for a human bride, his youngest had committed treason and had attempted genocide and his wife seemed no longer willing to back him in what needed to be done to repair a realm that was slowly but surely fracturing in the same way that his family was.
"And what do you suggest I do, my wife?" He asked, sounding just as tired as he felt.
She didn't answer the question; instead she just made the decision more difficult with her next words. "You've heard how much better he is doing with her there and it has only been three months. Imagine a longer time and what effects it could have."
"I have not forgotten Thor's reports. I have also not forgotten, as you seem to have, just how important it is to keep those families in our favor." He stood but leaned heavily against the desk he'd been sitting at. "Thor chose a poor companion, one that too many people wish to see gone life. Keeping her alive, especially for whom she's kept alive, will only be used to flame the passions of the mob against us."
"You know why he chose her." She spat back.
"And yet our youngest does not. He may have improved, no longer destroying his rooms and occasionally engaging in conversation with Thor but he has yet to even speak to the woman." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "properly spoken with her."
He did know why Thor had chosen her. Her reason for her incarceration, while different in scale, bore a strangely moral similarity in both her and the dark prince's actions. Both had done what they believed was right but both had gone about it in all the wrong ways.
"But to take her away now would be cruel. He is our son," she pleaded.
"And to leave her opens up this realm to the possibility of civil war!" He sat back down heavily on his chair after his outburst. He took several deep, calming breaths before he continued. He looked into the distraught face of his wife and spoke. "He is and always will be our son," he agreed wearily but we are more than mere parents, you and I. We cannot be blind to the needs of our people at the behest of our fallen child." He watched the tears fall from her eyes at his pronouncement and each drop was a pain to his old heart.
"It cannot be the only way." She said quietly. Her eternal hope never ceased to amaze him. He sighed. For her, he would try something else. For her, he would try to stop what he already knew was the inevitable.
AN: Nope, I'm not dead, just long absent. I hope you enjoy the update, long overdue as it is. A bit of smut and a bit up plot development, my favorite sort. Until next time, happy reading!
