AN: Well, last chapter got no love. Here are my theories. It was too explicit which either 1) disgusted people and they didn't feel the need to flame me (which I'm all for btw), 2) was just so explicit that people felt too… embarrassed to put their name to one or 3) it just sucked (ooc Loki? unbelievable oc? poorly written? etc). I will just have to wonder if it was any of these reasons or something else. Oh well, I was a sad panda but not sad enough to not keep writing I guess. So here's another chapter in this salacious tale. Will you enjoy it? It's likely I'll never know.

Nothing More

The bright rays of sun woke Kenna from her fitful sleep, poking at her eyes with their accusing glares. Her weary body let her know immediately that she hadn't provided it with nearly enough sleep but she forced herself to rise from her bed all the same. She could not let her long nights with the prince stop her from rising each morning and beginning her day of training and study. She sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed at her sleep filled, dry eyes and tried to ignore the ache between her legs. While he was not a cruel lover, he was not gentle. Everything he did spoke of control and dominance and nothing spoke of compassion. Sometimes she felt pleasure in what he did, sometimes she felt pain thought the pain was always short lived. Honestly, she didn't know what she preferred. With the pleasure, came strange feelings and confusion but it felt amazing. Pain was more straightforward, she felt less consternation when she'd leave him but in the end, it was pain. She shook her head. She didn't like starting her mornings with thoughts of him but it seemed that's the only way they started anymore.

What she liked most about her visits were his offered reports of his progress concerning his end of the bargain. He thought he'd done well with the goat and had been pleased when he'd told her, it had only slightly singed hair after its travel through unimaginable distances of space in only a fraction of a second. The next night however, he'd been irritable, painfully passionate in their coupling and then after, he'd informed her that the beast had died. The announcement had frightened her. She didn't know why but she hadn't really thought of the inherent danger of the process. She didn't understand magic but was starting to gain a healthy respect for what it could do.

She stood from her bed and stretched, rising up on her tiptoes, her hands reaching for the ceiling. She took quick note of every ache and pain that resulted from the night before. It had become a game she played every morning. They tended to linger in the mornings but would be completely gone by midday. She released the stretch and moved to the wash basin to clean herself for the morning. She didn't have her own bathing room, none of the lower level, noble students did but she didn't mind. She was used to it. She would visit the communal baths at night before making her way to Prince Loki and then after as well. In the morning she just wiped the damp cloth over her as a freshener and an added way to push away the sleep of which she wasn't getting enough.

She dressed and made her first decision of the day. Would she visit the training grounds that day? She'd come to a realization after the second week of their nightly rendezvous; if she visited the arena and he saw her there, that night would be one of the pleasured ones, if she did not, it would be one of the pained ones. She didn't know if it was conscious on his part but it seemed to be the pattern that had developed. She sighed, today she would visit the arena, yesterday she had not.

After sitting through a group lecture, on a topic she already knew rather well, she made the trek to feign interest in the ways of war for a few minutes. The journey was so familiar to her now that she didn't even notice where her feet took her; they just traveled of their own accord. It left her mind free to wander and as it always did, it traveled back to him. She felt the way her brow closed in on itself. He was an enigma to her. The enigma lay in why he'd taken such an interest in her. She could understand the first few times, the novelty of the act for him, the novelty of her inexperience and the novelty of the secrecy of their affair but after two weeks, what novelty was there left? Without question, what he had her do each night proved to be different and varied in his continued attempts to shock her but how long would that last? She shook her head and noticed that she was about halfway to the arena. She looked at the vendors she passed and tried find an engaging interest in something there but ultimately that failed. She found herself once again focusing on that infuriating royal.

He made it far more difficult for her than it needed to be. If he would just be content with using her and sending her away, she could have adjusted and avoided the conflicting feelings she'd have each time she left. It was the way he spoke… his masterful words that constantly left her teetering, unsure of which way to fall that caused it all. On more than one occasion, he had mentioned her training, always passing off his comments as the result of simple curiosity but it had gotten to the point that he knew who her instructors were and of what they had said about her behind closed doors. How would he know that? Was he lying to her? Why would he lie to her about something like that? What gain was there to it? He was already getting what he wished from her. Wasn't he? Telling her sweet things would not make her more obedient or more willing. His promise of Midgard had already done that and could not be improved upon. She sighed. Everyday she swore that she would stop trying to puzzle out his game and everyday, she failed and found herself once again trying to answer all of the questions that he made her pose to herself.

She neared the arena, passing into the massive shadow it cast before walking through the first arch and down a corridor that would lead to one of the many stair cases. She was just about to take her first step up when a large hand grasped her upper arm and hauled her back into a darkened niche. She was about to cry out when a second hand clasped over her mouth and prevented any sound from escaping. Kenna had never been so terrified in her life. But that fear immediately turned to anger when she was spun around and pinned to the wall. Loki was smiling at her and the hand on her arm moved into her hair. He was about to attack her neck with his talented mouth when she slapped him. This time she didn't feel fear for striking him but righteous indignation.

She pushed him away in his sudden confusion and turned to walk away. She didn't get far. He recovered almost immediately and simply reached out and pulled her back to him.

"I thought we had discussed just how improper it was for you to strike me." His voice had a strange mix of surprised irritation to it. Kenna, still feeding off the adrenaline from thinking she was being attacked by some unknown malevolence, stood up for herself despite the imposing figure in front of her.

"And we should not have to discuss just how improper it is for you to lay your hands on me in such a way, in public. Not to mention that you scared me half to death. I understand our bargain but no where in it are you allowed to treat me like this outside of your rooms." She whispered out the entire admonishment but its quiet nature didn't diminish any of the venom behind it. He seemed genuinely surprised by her words. The unfamiliar look spurred her further as she channeled all of her frustrations of the past two weeks into her words.

"You are allowed every cruelty, every harsh touch, every filthy word, everything but do not mistake my compliance for weakness. I have done what we agreed to but not because I crave the treatment."

"You have enjoyed it well enough." He looked dangerous then.

"Skillfully given pleasure, nothing more." The grip on her arm increased. She forced herself to not acknowledge the pain it caused. He shoved her against the wall harshly and she couldn't hold back the yelp. "You cannot be upset with me for asking you to honor our terms."

"Just when did you get so bold little one?"

"Since you started to break those terms." His eyes narrowed at her words but he released her a moment later.

"I pulled you here to discuss our agreement." Kenna narrowed her eyes then. Was he lying to her? She played along by staying silent and by not trying to leave again. "What will you do once you get to Midgard?"

"I…" But she couldn't finish the sentence. She honestly hadn't thought of it. Escape was her primary thought whenever she imagined Midgard, not what she would do after her escape.

"It is a complicated place, especially in recent years. They do not speak Asgardian, what would you do for communication? Food, shelter, a way to identify yourself as one of them… because you cannot be who you are here. They would either not accept you or think you insane. What would you do for currency?" He smirked again. "I suppose you could just keep paying for things as you do with me."

She wanted to slap him. Kenna didn't like having this oversight pointed out to her. It made her feel foolish, like a child. If anything, he had showed her that she was no longer a child. She also hated how he couldn't help but add the vicious little jab at the end. She felt like it was a specific retaliation for denying him. She tried to ignore the sting to her honor because of it.

"What does this have to do with our agreement?" She didn't like the way he smiled at her question.

"I wish to make it apart of it." She didn't hide her confusion. "I could provide you with everything." She tensed at his words. "I could give you everything you need to begin. Money, language but most importantly, knowledge of how to survive there." The boldness she'd felt earlier was beginning to slip away. That furious self-righteousness was ebbing. She needed what he was offering and despite how much she hated it, he was the only one that could help her.

"And it has a price." It was a statement but he treated it like a question.

"Yes." He closed the distance between them again as if telling the price without saying the words. "That you never refuse me again." She shuddered. This would complicate things even further.

"I don't refuse you now." She understood but she refused to accept what he was saying.

"You just did little one." He leaned down and ran his lips along her neck, going completely still when he heard footsteps on the stairs that were only a few yards from their current, only mostly hidden spot. He started again when they died away and Kenna quietly cursed under her breath. This was going too far. She pushed against his chest as he started to nip at the delicate flesh just above the collar of her dress.

"Prince Loki…" He didn't relent, just pressed himself to her more tightly.

"Do you want my help?" She bit her lip.

"Yes but…"

"There are no buts, my dear. They just negate the first word spoken. It is all or none." He gently kissed her neck while allowing his hand to run down her side, past her hips. When it got as low as it would go, he began to fist the fabric of her skirt in his hand, slowly drawing it up. "I'll ask one more time. Do you want my help?" His hand reached the hem, quickly reaching under and sliding his hand up her thigh.

"Yes." She moaned out. She hated what he did to her. How could she be so sure of herself only minutes before, even stating to him that she didn't truly enjoy his touch only to moan like the whore he'd called her when he so much as ran his hand up her leg?

"I knew you would see it my way." His hand came in contact with her covered mound and he growled. "Wear these no more." Kenna expected him to pull them down or rip through them but was surprised when suddenly his hand was in full contact of her. It took her a second to realize that they simply ceased to be there. His fingers were inside of her a moment later and she moaned again.

"Is this that skillfully delivered pleasure you were talking about?" Kenna cringed but immediately followed it up with a moan when his thumb began to torture her clitoris. She absently remembered the way he would clip the word when he'd talk about her touching herself. Her clit he'd called it. She could only assume it was a somewhat vulgar use of the more clinical word. "Nothing more?" He asked, using her words against her. He only continued for a while longer before he spun her around and hiked up her shirt.

Kenna gasped at the feel of the outside air coming in contact with her bare behind. She wasn't given a chance to question him when she heard the sound of his trousers being unfastened. He pulled her hips away from the wall, kicked her legs apart and entered her in one powerful stroke. She cried out and immediately he stilled, his hand clasping over her mouth again as it had when this all began.

"Shh. You wouldn't want someone to find us here in this rather obvious position would you." She shook her head but wanted to scream at him. "Do try to contain your cries of passion then my pet." He started to thrust into her once more as he finished his sarcastic words. He kept his hand where it was. Kenna pressed her palms to the wall in front of her, to steady herself against his assault. His free hand caressed her breasts through the fabric of her shift before traveling lower to caress her. She couldn't contain the quiet whine when he started to play her again.

"Are you going to come? Out here, with so many people around, any one of them could find us at any moment." Kenna knew this excited him but it terrified her. He was willing to risk too much for a bit of sexual deviance… she was not but she found she had no choice. "You will and then I will follow, filling you. You will walk back to your studies with me still between your soft little thighs." He started to rub her furiously then, willing her to finish. She complied, shamed that his words affected more than just him. She moaned into his hand, squeezing her eyes shut and breathing hard through flared nostrils. True to his word, he followed a moment later coming to a shaky stop inside of her.

Kenna heard the wet little sound he made as he pulled out of her from this odd position. He let her skirts fall and then he was gone. Kenna turned and leaned against the wall, breathing hard and seeing no sign of the prince.