Chapter 9: Forever

She woke up with a smile on her expression, hadn't even opened her eyes and she could hear him sleeping beneath her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her head still on his chest she kissed him, passionately until he stirred from his sleep and returned the act.

"I feel like staying here all day." She meant those words snuggling further into his his warmth and not recognizing that he had given her magic back.

"That can be arranged, but I am a king. Staying here will not excuse my duties."

"Aren't I a queen, don't I have duties as well?" Loki threw his head back into the pillow and laughed caressing his lover's shoulder.

"Your job is to please me and by staying you have already done that." She sat up with realization, looking down at her hands, feeling the power surge through her. She let a green mist flow from her fingertips and smiled when she realized she could leave. She considered it, leaving him right this moment, but he would never trust her again and she could never trust herself to love anyone else. She didn't know what love truly was, but being with him felt like love and that must have been enough.

"Loki... Is it okay if I don't know what love is?" He sat up, he had forgotten she was inexperienced when it came to things of this nature, that she was drugged when he stole her virginity.

"Do you know that feeling though? When you are around me do you think you would die for me?"

"Would you die for me?"

"Yes." He replied immediately after you stopped speaking, not a second thought in his mind. "I would even kill to see that you are beside me."

"I don't think that is what love is about though."

"That's what love has always been about." He grasped her hand in his and brought it to his Chest, her palm now flat against his skin, directly over his beating heart. "You feel this. How I feel for you?" His heart was there, pounding faster than ever, because of her. She realized her heart was beating even quicker than his, she loved him, staring into his eyes and feeling this.

"Yes. I do... I love you..."

"I love you to." God, he was so happy she was able to understand that, that she loved him and he loved her.

She ate from the golden apple and received immortality, he hadn't realized how much younger she looked after swallowing the first bite. She was incredibly beautiful, all the Asgardian woman would be jealous of her. He promised no more consorts, he would feed his woman beyond her appetite, make sure she received the utmost attention, including in bed.

It was weeks of excitement and fun, when Loki realized he couldn't spend as much time as he had wanted with her. The kingdom was declining since he would shirk his duties to be with her. He had eventually found himself spending less and less time with her. Coming to bed after she had already fallen asleep, or was too tired for sex.
He noticed she paid less attention to him since he always seemed to be working, writing new laws, declining offers from fellow Asgardians, or handling foreign affairs such as with Midgard. It pained him, sitting upon his throne with nothing to do while she sat around the library and read books all day.
That's why he was surprised none the less to find her waltzing into the throne room. She was wearing a white dress, the skirt ending at her knees, and the sleeves at her wrists, she was... Barefoot.

"What brings my beautiful queen before my throne?" He questioned in feigned strictness, recognizing that playful smile on her face. It had been weeks since they had any sexual activity, the spell she had been using to prevent pregnancy seemed useless.

"I wanted to come and check up on you. Hang out maybe." Loki sighed, she stepped up the stairs to the throne and plopped down on his lap. The hand that was free from his scepter naturally came up to caress her hair.

"I am busy."

"Doesn't look like it."

"Well that's doesn't mean it isn't busy. I just sent my advisor a way to go and inform one of the Outland villages that warriors will be needed."

"For what?" She curiously implied wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling her head into his chest.

"Vanaheim is having issues with bandits again."

"Hmm..." He kissed her forehead, mindlessly massaging her scalp.

"How is it being queen?" She groaned, closing her eyes and snuggling further into him.

"Horrifying, I always have to be so polite. That woman you hired to teach me Asgardian culture loves to tell me how my language is inexcusable and how much I need to learn manners." Loki smirked, breathing in her scent.

"And what language would that be?"

"You know, fuck, shit, bullcrap, cunt, the usual."

"Yeah, usual." He shook his head, his queen was certainly one of a kind. "At least try to be from the usual around here. They don't really accept you yet, but they will."
"Do you want to go ice skating?" She changed the topic, Loki rolled his eyes. He hadn't ever heard of such a thing. Ice skating, it reminded him of the fact he never told her about his true form... His Jotun Form, she would despise him.

"I don't even know what that is, so no." She slapped the chest plate armor and sat up on his lap.

"Don't be such a party pooper. We could do it here. I read about it in the library and have done it so much that I can even spin."

"That's great darling, but I think I will pass."

"Oh really?" She stood up off of his lap and for a moment he wondered what she was doing when she crouched down on the bottom stair and placed her hand to the marble floor. Then he watched as a clear sleet of ice shimmered from the tip of her finger across the marble floor. He nearly panicked, if he were to touch the ice once she would find out he really was and despise him as much as she had before.

"I really don't..." His words trailed of when she snapped her fingers and a pair of white boots appeared on her feet, blades at the bottom. "What is that?" He asked her curiously, he was a smart man, how come he had ever heard of such a thing called ice skating.

"They are ice skates." She stood on the ice and began skating around, going in circles and making the task look easier than it actually was. She did a couple twirls, jumped several times, clearly showing off to the oblivious Prince. She love the marbled look he gave her in bed and now she could see it in everyday life. She skid to a stop in front of the steps and held her hand out.

"Would you like to try?" Loki giggled nervously while shaking his head.

"I'm fine where I'm at, but thank you." She placed one hand on her hip and the clothing she was wearing turned into an erotic white lingerie two piece. His eyes bulged from their sockets, his lips going dry. With her hair down and skin bare to him, she looked absolutely beautiful and the sight of her was never new.
He stood raising his hand, his attire turned to black leather tights and a green loose long sleeve shirt. The same skates on his feet, he stepped down the steps, a bit skeptical about this activity.

"So what do I do?"

"Just take my hand." She smiled, he hesitantly took her hand and stepped out into the ice beside her nearly slipping. "It's like dancing, but on ice." She tugged on him gently as she attempted to move ahead of him, he nearly slipped and fell. Taken aback by how slippery the ice was beneath the blades and how the blades could even carry his towering form on the ice.

"This is nothing like dancing darling."

"Keep trying. It took me awhile to." An hour later they both were skating together like pros, Loki catching on fast and twirling her in his arms around the throne room.

"I love this sport. I shall have it be that every time the sea freezes over, we'll go ice skating."

"Sounds wonderful Loki." He pulled her roughly against his chest, breathlessly staring down into her eyes.

"If I were to tell you, you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. What would you say?"

"I would say you are lying... Alvida was prettier than me." Ava looked down, feeling less confident than she did before. She looked very similar to Alvida, if she wasn't related to the woman, Loki never would have any interest in her.

"Look at me, Ava." He grabbed her chin and pulled her to look up at him. "I realize now that you aren't her and perhaps the true fate was that we were never meant to be, that instead it was you, always you... The love of my life, the one of my dreams. I realized it was never her I needed, it was you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

"I love you Loki." Their lips continuously molded with one another, smacking and licking, biting and nipping. They were one of the same and forever would be in one another's souls bound together. The magic around them slowly began to subside from Ava's distraction. The ice from under them evaporated and their ice skates disappeared leaving them both barefoot.

Loki's skin began to turn a slow blue and the moment it reached his lips which were connected with her, she shot back. Her lips burning and turning a blood red, she looked at Loki with tear ringed eyes and confusion. Loki cursed, reaching forward for her she backed away.

"You... hurt... me." She mumbled out as best she could with swollen red lips already filling with puss. His skin turning back to a shade of pale.

"I didn't mean it. You must understand." She ran off without listening to him, leaving to the infirmary so her wounded lips would survive another day.

That evening at dinner, Loki grew worried, he barely ate and found that Ava had not returned from the infirmary. He felt terrible, disgusted in himself, he loved her and he had charred the very connection between their love... Her lips. He felt like a fool, to do such a thing, he felt like if only he could control his magic more fully around her, this wouldn't have happened.

He left the dining hall to the infirmary, completely and utterly abusing himself the entire way. When he had arrived, she was nowhere to be seen. He stopped a nearby nurse feeling panic fester in the depths of his heart.

"Where is my queen."

"She is in the library, Prince Loki. Her lips were surprisingly healed with a simple anti-frost serum." Loki felt panic no longer, instead he felt enraged. She dare stood him up at dinner, made him worry. He left for the library in a fumed walk, he wondered what would cause her to retreat from him without some ounce of curiosity. Did she really believe he would hurt her on purpose?

He had to take his rationally, entering the library he was met by his queen. Who was sitting soundly upon a fur threaded couch with a blanket draped over her. She was reading a dark blue book with thick bindings and old manuscripts on each page. Loki had read the entire library, but had never come across such a book. She merely glanced up at him, before returning her eyes to the pages.

"If you are ignoring me, the punishment for that is execution."

"I highly doubt you can execute me so quickly without knowing why I am ignoring you."

"I could care less." He stubbornly replied, plopping down on the couch beside her, sitting up straight and leaning his elbows on his knees. He glared at her, her eyes still running across every sentence.

"What is so more interesting in that book than myself?"

"This book is about Frost Giants." Loki's breath caught and he gulped, laying back in his seat.

"Why would you be reading such a thing?"

"I had only read about them from a previous script earlier this week, I need to know more though..." Recognizing his adorable confusion, she made a simple simper in his direction. "I was of course upset with you after the incident believing it was your magic that had harmed me, but I had a revelation..." Loki loved how she spoke, he had realized her usual voice was fading more and more into an Aesir vocabulary and it amused him thoroughly. "I realized that you were a frost giant and now I must read to learn more about my husband."

"I love you Ava." He whispered breathlessly, she would do anything to be his equal and for that he loved her. He loved her for her beauty, her intelligence, innocence even... He never would let her soul go alone.