Well, I don't think there are enough words of apology for how long it took me to update this. I can only give the same excuses as usual: life, school, mood, sometimes all three, etc. I just had a few weeks off right now and could finish this, finally. So I apologise to everyone for keeping you waiting.

On the bright side: SMUT. Sex, finally. This chapter is also enormous, compared to the previous ones, so it takes a bit to get to the good bits - skip, if you're impatient. Also, I wasn't really happy with the first smutty part; too much introspection, too many feels. So I wrote up another one right after it which (I hope? maybe?) is better. I don't even know. I'm so tired I'm immune by now. So please throw comments at it.

Speaking of which: thank you thank you thank you! Thank you for the follows, and the favs, and thank you to StolenMuse, FuchsiaGrasshopper, vykrothe and the kind guests. It was lovely seeing your comments, and they made me so happy.

As I said though, I am so tired (it's now 5am exactly, and I just finished writing). So there are likely to be typos or errors, like in the previous chapters too of course. None of them are beta'd, to my chagrin.

Anyway, this chapter will follow the first few scenes from Thor, including the deleted scenes. So it might help to look those up before reading this, if you don't want to be a little confused.

And I think I had something else I wanted to say, but now I forgot.

Anyway, enjoy!

The palace had rarely felt at once so calm and so loud. The passage to Avildis' tower rang with the thumping of boots to gilded floor, betraying an agitation in spite of the emptiness – a quality which every room the prince had visited that day seemed to share.
Loki had come to know that floor very well: he'd been pacing up and down the same fifteen foot stretch for the past hour. Occasionally he'd sit down on a window ledge and cradle his head in his hands. Looking behind him, he could see the sun finally set on that jungle of a day and die over the sea. Something inside him broke at the sight and he started sobbing again. The corridor had a tomb-like quality; any sound in it echoed. The prince had to mute his cries if he didn't want someone to hear.

He'd come to wonder whether he still could count himself a prince at all. Loki was even surprised he'd not been picked up by the royal guards, arrested for treason. Maybe the queen had just told them what he was, and they'd just started looking for him. Maybe Thor's friends told them how they got to Jotunheim, how Loki tricked Thor into it – could it have been that transparent? And Frigga would piece it together and have him arrested as soon as they found him. Then everyone in the realm would know what he was and what he'd done – and how easily one explained the other.
The thought shook him out of his reverie and he jumped back to his feet.

Wiping tears away, Loki constructed a plan as he walked to her room, now with firmer conviction seasoned by fear. Avildis' room was blissfully the only inhabited one in that tower.
He straightened his back and steeled his eyes, his fists clenching with the effort it took to pull himself together. He was hastily constructing a speech too, but with every flight of stairs that got him closer to her, he got sick of the words and started over – and over and over again.

He waited an age outside her door once he got there, more terrified of the girl than he was of the whole Asgardian army.
What could he even say to her? The last time he'd seen her, she found him in the antechamber to the throne room. Thor was somewhere getting ready for the ceremony with some encouraging talk from the queen. Loki was waiting for him among the golden pillars and smouldering hearths, but Avildis came instead. She'd been so sweet, and thinking back to those spare moments, Loki was sad he hadn't known to appreciate them more. She was in a hurry, but he was happy for anything he could get. Her three kisses were enough – first one in greeting, long but light as she tested his mood before she made conversation.
"All ready for the awful thing?"
"All is ready, yes."
"I didn't mean - Did you mean…?"

He quieted her worries with another kiss, this time a more potently distracting one. He took the opportunity to feel her, too. Her arms were cold but getting warmer. Her dress (a finer thing that anything he'd seen her in before and likely not her own) was a gaudy gold like everything else was going to be that day, but she'd managed to soften the metallic arrangement with something of herself, a choral chain that burned at her cleavage. Loki used the pretext of admiring it to trace the delicate bones, resting his thumb over her heart and drawing patterns while he held her and they continued to talk.
"I told you before that I'd warn you, so that you wouldn't worry. And really, there isn't anything to worry about, I promise, even if it will seem dangerous. Nothing will go wrong, whatever father finds in the palace."
"I'm too scared now to ask. Will you at least have time to see me later, when it's all finished?"
"I think so… I can promise you I'll try."
"I don't think I'll last through the whole feast, if it will go on into the next few days. And it's definitely going to." Then she noticed his knowing smile and added "Unless you save us from it."
"I just might."
"Be careful, please." the girl begged. "If you feel anything for me, you'll be careful." and she didn't let him answer before she pushed against his body and leaned up to kiss him again. It was done in the hungry way she used when she was impatient or scared, with a lot of gripping and grinding and some teeth to his lower lip, harder once he started kissing back. Her hands had gripped his waist but then one strayed to the front, playing with his length over the leather trousers. Loki was too frightened to allow himself a moan – there were servants creeping everywhere, and Thor had to be on his way. But Avildis must have been feeling adventurous or insane, because she gave him a few mewling, pleading sounds and she must've known they were his favourites. He was just about ready to answer to her temptation when she pulled back.
"You look so handsome today…" the girl breathed.
"As opposed to usually?" he teased and grinned with half a heart.
"Even more than usually."

Then they heard Thor lumbering his way toward them, partly drunk already and breaking things; so with a few more words of good luck and that she'd see him later, she left, and left Loki half-hard and dangerously obvious for an hour afterwards, which was inconvenient seeing as he'd be standing in front of the whole court for a while. But he was too happy at that moment to care, even as Thor beamed and boasted next to him. Loki surprised himself at how well he took to being in the oaf's company, slipping compliments and reassurances, feeding that monstrous ego in spite of the jokes and jabs he received instead.

Only that wasn't really the last time he saw her... Later, she caught his eye during Odin's speech. He saw her look mostly towards her father, smiling now and then at the ravens perched on his throne - she'd always loved the birds, and they felt it and loved her back. But when the speech halted so peculiarly, she frowned and shook her head in question at Loki. He just shrugged his shoulder, and although Ava gave him a suspect glance she nodded in acceptance. Those had been the last few seconds he had of her, and then came the crisis of the Casket and the frost giants and the disaster.
Loki had felt quite smug that he'd managed to pull the thing off, even blinding the all seeing Odin to the architecture of his scheme.
Though that could have been because the All Father didn't spare him any thought at all, especially on his son's big day.

He wanted to hit himself, but there wasn't any time. Loki could hardly face a mirror since he'd found out what he was, and facing Avildis was infinitely more frightening, but he had to do it before it was too late. And it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go.

He compulsively checked his face for ridges and his hands for blue and, when he had nothing left to stall with, raised his fist to knock on her door. His trembling knuckles barely tapped on it before he regretted his move: what if she was asleep? What if, horror of horrors, she knew what he was already? What if she had finally realized how terrible their plot had been? That she would wholly regret their entire liaison was just the salty undertaste of an afterthought.

As he was getting ready to run off again, she opened the door. It hadn't taken her more than two or three seconds. Loki readied himself for all those things he feared, but as soon as Avildis set eyes on him, she let out a sigh as if she hadn't breathed all day and jumped in his arms. When he closed their embrace and held her just as tightly and gratefully, he could feel the girl faintly trembling with every breath.
"Never do that again." she whispered anxiously against his cheek.
"Do what?" Loki asked in a daze.
"Risk yourself like that, and for something so little. It wasn't worth it, it really really wasn't. And is it true what they're saying?" Avildis asked, pulling away to look into his eyes. Hers were tired and drained.
"What are they saying?"
"That we're at war now."
"Oh. Yes, that…"
"And father's asleep again?"
"Yes." he answered morosely, no longer able to look her in the eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Oh please, don't."
Loki was startled by the sudden sharpness in her voice and looked at her again.
"Don't even think of taking responsibility," Avildis continued, allowing him to breathe again, "out of some misplaced sentimentality or guilt, or fear. This was Thor's fault."

His reply was stuck in his throat, clogged by how unbelievably grateful he was for her innocence to the filth of reality, and by the crippling fear of what would happen if – when – it ended. So he just gaped and nodded and let her believe what she wanted to.
"You look as rattled as I feel." the girl quipped.
"You look as rattled as you feel." Loki gave back, which earned him an elbow in the side and a little smile.
"Come inside." Avildis then said.

It was a surprise - she'd been consistently private about her room since she'd grown up and was moved to that tower.
"Are you serious?"
"Very. Please come in." she asked again, resting her hand against his throat while his slipped to her waist. "Please?" Taking him by the hand, Avildis pulled him in with her. Loki was more grateful for her invitation than he had courage to show, and felt overly eager, perhaps, given the circumstances.

Her chamber was big but cramped with furniture and old odd ends, things she must have had for most of her life and not dared or cared to throw away. Only one light shone, a candle placed strategically in front of an ornate mirror that, Loki passingly thought, looked familiar. The light hit the reflective surface and went back into the room so little of it was lost, but it still wasn't bright enough to fill her quarters, and the walls were left almost completely in shadow.
The only window was tall and very narrow, and beyond it the night was black as a pit. The stars that twinkled over the wild garden and sea beyond were useless little decorations in the darkness, they gave little light. Framing the outside landscape, yellow curtains hung heavy and still.

Loki turned back to look at her, watching her back up deftly and plop down on the bed - very red and very soft looking. Avildis too had changed to her more usual colours from the cold and metallic ceremonial wear. A sanguine gown hung shapelessly around her, gripping her waist somewhat, but casual and loose around her chest. The sleeves were half-way down her shoulders, supported by the firmer grip they had on her arms, and the neck of it looked as if the gown was half-undone at the back – which it probably was. Over it, the girl had left her hair loose like a scarf, some of it covering her shoulders, some of it slipping under and into the front, over her breasts, frantic and undone and looking like warm fluff.

"What happened?" she gently asked, causing Loki to break his stiff composure and look away. He didn't catch her frown and sadness at how quickly he went from looking fierce and royal and so perfect in her room, to looking like a lost little boy struggling for words he hadn't learnt.
"I'm… I made a mistake."
"Of all the days that had to happen." she wryly joked, but apologized immediately when she saw it hadn't helped him at all.
"Your brother is banished because of me –"
"Yes, to Midgard. That harmless speck of dirt..."
"— Without anything to help him." Loki argued with restrained fierceness. "He's practically a mortal. He doesn't even have Mjolnir."
"Maybe father thought one war was enough for now."

He looked at her and almost couldn't believe her. Out of everyone who was begging for Thor to return, he expected his family to be the more desperate about it. He'd almost had to batter off the Warriors Three and Sif, and they only his friends. But the youngest of Odin's litter was applying a logic to the thing that Loki could understand, while taking it to a coldness which even he shied away from.

"Don't tell me it bothers you…" Avildis added.
"Maybe. A bit."
"But, why?" she asked, looking thoroughly confused, though he could tell she was faking at least part of the surprise. "He's on Midgard. If father would have wanted him really punished, he'd have sent him back to Jotunheim or some place like that. Don't give me that look, Midgard isn't as bad as you seem to think. I know we didn't mean for father to do quite that, but…"
"I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear."
"What had you planned, anyway?" Avildis patted the spot beside her, and after a few breaths Loki went over and sat.
"I'd been experimenting with the Bifrost's energy, at first only to see if I could – this was years ago – and to do that, I had to learn to blind Heimdall…" he started, looking at her with a bit of meaning to his confession only to see the girl coyly smile and quietly wait for him to go on.

Absently wringing his hands, Loki told her how he'd arranged it, what had happened after they left the throne room, after he saw her last, in the Weapons Vault and later in the dining hall where he told Thor what he needed to hear.
"He asked me to come with him, which I never expected. I couldn't refuse without making the whole thing look suspicious, so… I was going to go to Odin after he left and tell him where Thor was, but now I couldn't, you see? I told a guard to go instead, before we left, but the oaf took too long. I didn't even want us to reach the Bifrost, let alone Jotunheim. But we ended up reaching as far as their citadel, or what was left of it…"
"What's it like?" Avildis suddenly asked.
"What can it be like?" said Loki, shrugging and keeping his face in profile, half-lit by the candle light. "It's a ruin. Cold and without a sun. Even before, the architecture must have been brutal, vast but poorly built."
"And what do the giants look like? Are they like in the books?"
"They're… well, yes, you know what they look like." Loki curtly replied.
"I'm sorry, go on." the girl conceded and gripped his arm in encouragement.
"Well, we got there," Loki continued as he looked down at his hands, "and their king and his 'court' greeted us, and he and Thor exchanged some words, which went as you might expect, and he almost let us go after I asked him to, but then Thor had to ruin that with his usual tact."
"Yes, I can imagine how that went."
"Then there was a battle, and Fandral was wounded. And Volstagg too, a bit…" He stopped to frown at her when he heard her giggle.
"I heard about that." Avildis grinned. "Who would have thought one of the 'greatest' warriors almost got himself killed, and you came back without a scratch? That should teach them to be so high and mighty."
"It wasn't so funny then." Loki continued. "If it weren't for Odin…"
"Yes, I know." She was serious again, and clinging tighter to his arm as if he was going to disappear. "I got sick with worry when I heard where you were. Mother didn't tell us until after father went to get you."
"Have you seen her since then?" he quietly asked, feigning interest in his lap once more.
"No, she hasn't had time for anyone, I think. I heard you were with father when the sleep took him again…"
"Yes, I was. Where did you hear that?"
"Someone heard it from a guard. What were you doing?"
"We were talking."
"About what?"
"We were arguing." he sighed. "About… Thor, and..."

Avildis could find few apt words of comfort, and Loki's burdens were heavy and obvious, and though she thought she knew what they were, she felt helpless in trying to soothe him. All she could do was coil her arms around his waist and lean her head on his throat in a tight and warm embrace and hope he would feel how very wanted he was.

"Father will wake up again. He always does. This was Thor's fault, anyway."
"Why do you think everything today was his fault?" asked Loki in consternation, frowning down at her hanging around his neck.
"Because it was." Avildis answered, trying to stay calm around his sudden anger. "Why? Did father blame you for anything? Was that the argu—"
"No, he didn't." he admitted now more calmly, but more miserable.
"Don't worry about him, then. You know how many times he's done this before, better than I do. Though I don't think his timing has been this bad before." the girl quipped. Loki seemed distracted by his thoughts, staring at her floor almost murderously, and she allowed herself to rest against him again.
"I was so angry at him..." he muttered. "And I still am."
"You can never stay mad at him. You've always admired him; you used to worship him when we were little."
"I did. But now I'm not so sure."
"You still do; you'll see."

He had little faith in her childish optimism, but Loki was not immune to the splinter of confidence she gave him, and in gratitude held her tighter against his side, pulling her higher. To hold on for balance, she wound an arm around his shoulder, and looking into his eyes that shone in the warm light she smiled at him. Like a foggy but faithful mirror, he smiled back.
"You know, you haven't kissed me yet." Avildis teased, looking down to his lips.
"Where would you like me to kiss you?" breathed Loki.
"Wherever you want."

He took his free hand and traced the edges of her face, down her jaw and up to her lips, hovering the pad of his thumb over the softly parted flesh. The touch tickled and she giggled under his finger, warming it with her breath and opening wider now and then to bite or lick or suckle gently. She could feel, as she did this, his arm's grip tightening around her waist.
"That depends on how far you'll let me take it." Loki said. "Especially tonig—"
"As far as you want," Avildis quickly answered. "if you want to at all. Especially tonight."
"Maybe I should have tried to get myself killed sooner." he joked, and the girl laughed with relief to see him in a better mood.
"Maybe you should have. Then it wouldn't have taken me this long to see how much you mean to me."
"How much?"
"Everything."
"And you don't care that—"
"No, I don't care "that" anything." she pressed with conviction. "All I want is to see you happy. And if you could be happy with me…" Avildis went teasingly on, leaning up again to bring her mouth closer to his.

In spite of how drunk her proposal made him, a lingering sense of honour held Loki back and all he could do was stare at her lips and shrivel with thirst.
"I've spent so many months wishing I wasn't your brother." he whispered almost to himself. "I never expected it, but now I wish for nothing else."
The girl reeled back, gone from seductress to a wounded animal. She could see in the surprise on Loki's face that he hadn't meant for it to sound hurtful, but it did nothing to ease her heart nor her confusion.

To show how he still felt for her, he closed the distance between them. He tasted the mouth he'd been starving after all evening and slowly felt her kiss him back, though far more timidly than she ever had in months. Avildis moved her hands to his chest and easing them up, gripped his shoulders, holding on as if afraid he'd run off when he was done. In reply, Loki held her tighter too, now and then moving his hand over her lower back to soothe her worries.

He lifted his lips from hers only to place them on her cheek next, then her throat then her shoulder. The girl started to breathe more easily, though when her eyes weren't closed in pleasure they burnt holes in the shadow hidden wall, and she wasn't able to shake the feeling of finality from what he'd said.

"What did you mean by that?" she dared to ask. Loki stopped his kisses to bury his face in her hair, mouthing against the skin of her throat what he couldn't tell her. He wouldn't dare to say that he was hardly more than a piece of furniture for her family, an heirloom, a pilfered relic that, her father apparently had hoped, might one day serve as a puppet king for his son. But he revealed to her skin that he was not her brother, that he was a monster, that he was unworthy of her and that he belonged in a frozen waste rather than at her warm side. The quiet confession released some superficial pressure to what conscience he had left.
"I meant that I'm a liar and a coward." he voiced, pulling away to look at her as he described the substance of his shame, abstract and harmless. "And if you knew all the things I haven't the heart to tell you, you would never want to see me again, and I couldn't blame you for it. As obvious and overstated as this is in romances, you deserve better than me."
"I deserve to have what I want, and I want you." she insisted, suddenly petulant in a way that was truer to her nature. "Although if you've found someone else or are tired of—"
"That, never." he cut her off, pressing it with a rush of hungry kissing, as deep and desperate as his adoration until, dizzy and smiling, Avildis finally believed him.

"You genuinely think you're not good enough for me." she stated rather than asked once she caught her breath.
"To put it mildly." Loki commented dryly. "And, I believe you'll thank me tomorrow if I leave now." With a force of will he got up off the bed and moved away from her, half-expecting the girl to pull him back - which she did, holding onto his hand like a starving child.
"In how many ways do I need to beg you not to leave me?"
Avildis tugged on his sapless arm until he relented and turned back around, sitting on the floor with a sigh to look up at her plaintive face. "Don't make me resort to melodrama." she joked, drawing a smile from him.

She took advantage of his distraction to slip off the bed and straddle his lap, hanging her arms around his neck so that he couldn't get up without her.
"What will you resort to, then?" asked Loki somewhat serious again. To that, Avildis bent forward and kissed him slowly, patiently as she waited for him to come to his senses, or out of them, and come back to her the way she knew him.
"Do you want me?" the girl whispered slyly, as if they didn't know each other as well as they did.
She kissed him before he could answer, repeating the question kisses later and interrupting him again, until finally he answered in a breathless "Yes."
"Then I'm yours."

He only dared look at her a moment longer, making sure he heard her well, before he latched his mouth to hers again and held her tighter and got off the floor and onto the bed, afraid almost that if he didn't hurry she'd change her mind. Loki wanted to ask her the customary questions: was she sure? did she really want that? did she mean it? But he set it aside and instead grappled with her skirts, pooling them over her waist, feeling her soft thighs and, higher, her naked lips already wet and tender from rubbing against each other while she'd kissed him on the bed and in his lap.

Avildis held on to whatever she could while he fought with her dress, a sight that might have been comical if the circumstances didn't leave her terrified. She was determined to give him that firm proof of affection, especially after she'd spent most of that day blaming herself for every imagined catastrophe that could have happened to Loki. And after looking with a calmer air at how he rushed and struggled, as if an army was still on his trail, the girl was overcome with a fierce protectiveness and a sense of pity.

He had just finished settling her skirts high and her knees bent, not caring even to undo the dress all the way or to take off her stockings, when he looked up and with a pleading tone asked her to kill the light.
"It's just a candle, I can scarcely see you." she argued, lifting a hand from the mattress to touch his flushed cheek.
"Please, let's just smother it..."
"But I want to see you." Avildis begged.
After mulling over his anxiety and impatience, the baser needs won.

Loki barely undid the fastenings of his trousers before he pulled the member out and with a shaking hand pressed the cold girth against her. The girl drew a gasp at the strange sensation: smooth and hard, accompanied by the softer digits that held it. She could feel a faint wetness leaking, different from her own and mixing with it as Loki moved his cock to massage her lips.
Having absolute freedom over her prone body intimidated him, but only for a moment; he knew what to do, and he pressed into her tender slit unrelentingly but with care. Bracing his arm on the bed beside her, he bowed his head to his chest to look at the slow progress of the head disappearing into her flesh.

Avildis managed to restrain her cries to mewls and moans, covering her face with one hand and biting into the fist of the other. She wasn't nearly wet enough to comfortably take him in, but Loki seemed set to breach her, and she wanted to do nothing to interrupt it. Her hand slipped from her mouth as the tip finally went in, and she gave an alarmed gasp of his name followed by the sharp shriek of hurt, but kept her head on the bed and her legs spread. Loki was heaving now, from both the effort and the sensations she was giving him, tight and hot and alive with awareness at his invasion. He could feel the blood throb in her walls and lips as her skin was pulled tight around him, threatening to tear. He had probably destroyed the physical barriers of her virginity little by little across their lengthy affair, considering she had shed light blood for several months whenever he pleasured her roughly or deeply. But there was nothing for her natural smallness or how unprepared she was that night.

He tried to shove in a little more but her sobs stopped his thrusts, and Loki was content to kiss the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes while his fingers left his length to see to her. He rubbed her clit gently and pushed it against the hardness the he kept at her entrance, rolling the small bundle against its larger counterpart. Avildis seemed to like that. She began canting her hips to his treatment, slipping into a more familiar form of their pleasuring as his lips went down to caress her cheeks and neck and the top of her chest, nudging the cleavage of her dress lower with his chin.

He finally managed to expose a breast and latched onto the tip first with his teeth, then more soothingly with his lips. It was already tender from her arousal, but his treatment peaked it and dragged a few moans from her throat that were almost heartbreaking. Loki could tell she wasn't in pain anymore though. Avildis arched her chest to his mouth and ground her bottom into the mattress, in this way rubbing even more firmly against him. She was already feeling more slippery, which introduced Loki to a new nuance of delight. He had never quite felt her like that, with that part of himself, and the sensation was sobering - he couldn't reach inside her if she kept squirming, so he took a hand to her bottom to still her and bit her breast in a punishing way. The pain made her jump and then hold still, wincing a little at his rough treatment, and then delighting as he licked and soothed the abused nipple.

He was ready to grasp her hips and hold her down and take her when he finally looked up at the girl, and behind the lust and eagerness, he could see bubbling anxiety. Her lips were parted in heaving excitement but Loki could still read her doubts, and overall there seemed to be something smothered in her.
With new purpose, he angled himself as best as he could on the bed, and under her curious eyes he pulled the girl's long hair gently from under her. Avildis couldn't understand what he was doing until he took her left hand in his right and laced their fingers, while with his other hand he wrapped her locks around their wrists and so bound them.

The girl looked with amazement into his eyes while Loki looked awkwardly into hers. "Imagine this is our wedding night, my darling." he breathed, at once pleading and reassuring. Not caring to find out if he'd miscalculated, he brought his lips to hers and with his free hand guided himself to her sex again. This time he didn't stop and he didn't listen to the pained moans that escaped from between their joined mouths. He only released her lips when the feeling became too intense for him, and he had to gasp at the punishing clench. Avildis tried to quiet herself but he could read the pain in the tears that budded at her eyes and in the tremble of her legs, begging to close to his invasion. Whatever sympathy he felt, he cut off and pushed further, and when he felt he could push no more, Loki angled his hips back, then pushed again deeper, and earned more cries from the girl beneath him, and words of lost begging and gasps of his name in an incoherent tangle.

Every time Loki pulled back, he could feel her skin clinging to his and the throb almost push him out, and every time he pressed back in she sobbed. After enough of this torture, he finally reached the end of her, finding himself sheathed almost fully inside. She had become wetter, to ease his passing perhaps, and now the pulsing of her walls only dragged him deeper. He had to groan at the feeling, deaf to the little winces of discomfort she gave, and with care he moved slightly to test the softness and strength that gripped him.
A part of Loki also loathed Avildis; the further he went into her, the hotter she was, until he had reached her core that almost burnt. Envy slithered into his heart at how different she was from him, and she had never felt more unattainable than when he touched her that deeply.

He almost wanted to withdraw from the girl and hide from her, when he felt the walls tighten in an almost deliberate way. Though likely not of her own will, it was a delicious sensation and Loki had to gasp at the shock of pure lust her cunt had given him.
"Oh, you vixen..." he teased with sudden playfulness, happy to feel her enjoyment even if it didn't register on her face yet. Avildis kept her eyes shut, her lips now bitten, now gasping or pleading, her chest heaving and treating her nipples to the rubbing fabric of the dress. She was enjoying it nevertheless, he could tell, and Loki started thrusting in earnest, gently then deeper, or harder, or pulling out almost completely before slamming his hips to hers and shocking a hoarse moan out of her.

A strange memory reached him of one of his earlier fantasies, in which she was his prize of war and he was an invading Asgardian prince. Reality seemed to mock him now, as he was the stranger and she the Asgardian, and it was her people who were the invaders and had captured him.
Soon Loki felt compelled to apply a punishing pace to his thrusts, and with it her screams got louder and his name rang clearer in his ears. With both arms braced beside her, he could lean down and moan against her neck, now and then whispering her name and punctuating it with meaner thrusts, as if to get her attention, or biting and nibbling at her throat to mark her or just to make her beg.

Avildis felt him in every part of her: his thrusts shook her whole body, they made her choke, they stilled the breath in her lungs, and no matter how hard she could try to close her legs she could not get him out. He held her arms out and her thighs spread and all she could do was turn her face away, and try to ask him to be gentler. The heat between her legs had too much of a raw, bloody quality and she was afraid he was hurting her almost too much, pushing too far. Although the girl thought she couldn't take any more, she had nowhere to go, and the member inside her moved motivated by its own greed for pleasure, forceful and invasive and foreign. Her body was just surviving the ravishment, crying out through her and throbbing, in a way that wanted to be soothing or pleasurable or pacifying, against the tough organ that penetrated it.

Through his lust, Loki slowly became aware of her aches - stretched and spread and pinned down, the pinch in her brow and the frown on her lips, the sobbing quality of the moans that should have been of pleasure by then. It made him feel something unwanted, and despite himself Loki started to thrust more gently. This gave Avildis the respite to consider his earlier suggestion - "their wedding night", as if it was all natural and good and everyone would be happy for them. She let the fantasy settle in her mind, inbetween his kinder thrusts, and soon she felt the tension drip from her legs and her face take on a look of lesser pain.

She winced again when he couldn't keep from pumping faster and harder once more, but now the undertone of anxiety was gone, and her gasps were more of pleasure than of shock. Loki tightened his bound hand on hers, and felt her hold him back. The improvised bond couldn't let him raise himself too high above her, but lifting his head a little Loki could allow her to turn and look at him once more, gratitude and wonder on her face as the pain began to go away. Behind her eyes, the fantasy was coming to life, and she made the effort to picture them returned from a ceremony and somehow finally, honorably bound.

With a grin, Loki took a hand to her thigh and spread her wider, pushing deeper and relishing the sound she made at that. He started teasing her with experimental thrusts, ignoring the pleas she gave him as if he didn't understand. But it was hard for him to fake innocence then, and Avildis knew he understood what she wanted, which made her plead even more desperately and her voice and excited clenching started making him groan. She wanted more and she wanted him to reach down and rub her clit and lean lower and suckle on the breasts she raised towards him.

The pleasure coiled in his spine. Heat licked up his thighs and pooled in his abdomen, and Loki started thrusting more wildly, gazing down at the girl through half-lidded eyes of a very dark green.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked his darling, his voice heavy with lust, and he punctuated it with a steeper angle that had the girl keening.
Her reply confused him. After catching her breath, Avildis managed to answer "No". She didn't want it particularly; she just wanted it to go on forever. "I just want you." the girl added, raising her free hand to touch his cheek and then cling to his shirt. And at that moment, she did have him, and she was happy and wanted nothing else.

Her sweetness almost made him feel bad, because it excited him even more and he knew he would undoubtedly, unfairly release inside her now, and he couldn't stop because she felt better than life itself. Just a couple of thrusts afterwards, Loki had to lean forward with a groan, his eyes squeezing shut, and his cock pulsed and twitched inside her. He felt his muscles slack and release a wave of pleasure that flowed through him and into her. Distantly, he heard Avildis gasp at the feeling of his cold release spurting in generous amounts, coating her and sloshing out as he kept thrusting in broken jerks until he could move no more.

After catching his breath and valiantly holding himself on his arms, Loki had to let himself fall over and rolled on the bed next to her, releasing the girl's hand and undoing the bond. In the back of his mind, he hoped he hadn't pulled on her hair too much.
Avildis hadn't finished, and she still didn't care to, although her flesh throbbed in a painful and at once pleasant way. As Loki slipped out of her tender sex, she felt his cum trickle out of her, and it caused a delicious shiver.
Turning her head, she admired her darling's profile, eyes closed and lips parted, completely spent. She had to smile, and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

Loki turned his head and after a few moments of looking at her, as if to remember whether it was real, he leaned towards her and kissed her back on the mouth. He felt her smile beneath his lips.

"I'm so tired. Will you sleep here with me?" she asked once he released her. Still panting from exertion, Loki could only nod. "Be good and undo me." the girl then said, turning on her front and presenting him with the lacing of her dress.

He untied the already loose fastenings, slowly and with trembling fingers, and then pulled the stockings off her legs. Avildis carelessly slithered out and higher on the bed, letting the dress hang on the edge while she pulled herself up on the pillows, still on her front, and he went up too beside her. Her eyes were closed and she had a blissful smile on her face. After a few more moments of looking at the girl, Loki undressed himself as well and went to sleep beside her, pulling the sheets over them and draping his arm around her waist.

It wasn't even morning when he woke up. The candle had burnt out and there was just a sliver of pink on the horizon, but the room was still quite dark. Loki jumped when he looked at his hands and saw dark ridges, but after a moment he realised they were just from where his skin had been pressed into the sheets.
Avildis was in the washroom, the door open. She'd poured herself a cup of water. Loki spent the moment admiring the way her tangled hair, dark in the shadows, contrasted against her pale back. When she looked around she smiled at him, and he had to marvel at how pretty she was then, soft and radiant and rested, and her lips were always very plump after she just woke up.

"Are you thirsty?" she whispered - a silly instinct, as there was no one around for them to wake up. Loki nodded and she brought him a cup too. He had to smirk at seeing her walk towards him - trying to walk. Beneath the sheets, his cock twitched at the memory of doing that to her.
"Did you even get to eat anything yesterday?" asked Avildis, now sat on the bed.
"Not much." he said. "Did you?"
"Oh, well, I had something..." the girl started, now looking around the room. "I have some fruit around here, if you like."
Loki just smiled, a sly twinkle in his eyes, and tugged her back into bed. The girl settled beneath him and she wrapped her legs around his, smiling too.
"I owe you something." the green-eyed god began.
"Oh?"
"Mhm. Would you like me to give it to you?"

She was still playing coy, but the lustful lick of her lips told Loki she knew exactly what he suggested. He didn't wait for her approval before he grabbed her hips and urged her to turn around. Avildis gasped but didn't protest and allowed him to handle her and pull her up on hands and knees.

He had her spread her legs and curl her spine, pressing on the back of her throat so that her bottom was flush in the air. Loki then eased his fingers over her slit, luxuriating in her wetness while his other hand went lightly over her chest and breasts. She was indeed warm and tender and soft from her sleep, and it only made him want to devour her more. Her eyes were shut in ecstasy while her hands rested beside her head, her thumb now and then brushing against her parted lips, pressing against her teeth.

Loki was already hard and straining. He pressed his member to her soaking lips and pushed inside, and the girl wailed sweetly as he breached her. He had the goodness to do it gently this time. He felt her spread to the point of tearing, and her cunt shivered around him. As he started rubbing her insides with his cock, she got wetter and wetter, clinging to him and slicking his long member. Loki pumped a little while she got used to him, exploring the new depth this penetration allowed and enjoying the wet sounds of his skin slapping against hers, before he started going faster. Her hips canted upward, trying to entice him to give her more, and he gladly did, thrusting harder the further he got in until he was buried to the hilt in her throbbing heat.

He held onto her hips and kept her still while he used her tight cunt to pleasure himself, his deep moans mixing with the girl's higher pitched ones. At one point, she wanted to raise herself up but he pushed her down again, not even knowing why he wanted her exactly like that. After his hand left her throat it dragged along her back, taking in the light shivers that ran through it to the rhythm of his thrusts.
When the hand reached her bottom he let it linger there, and then Loki slowed his hips just long enough to let her feel his thumb brushing against her tighter hole. Avildis jumped at the sensation and begged, and though he had no idea whether she was begging for it or for him to not do it, he pressed his thumb into her anyway, to the sound of her mewls and the feeling of a particularly delicious clench. She couldn't see the smirk that grew on his lips, but he made sure she heard the groans and teasing he leveled against her obvious enjoyment.
"Do you like this?" he asked, easing his finger further inside, flexing it to push the skin over and around it until it covered the first knuckle. Avildis could only give a wordless moan, too out of breath to speak as he worked her with both his cock and his hand. "And this?" Loki continued, this time thrusting sharply into the girl. She gave a pained yelp as her hips went up and her bottom brushed against his skin, wincing at the pain it caused her womb and then at the pleasure that followed.

Loki started thrusting gentler, to allow his thumb to enter her more deeply until it was completely buried inside her. He knew she liked it when he stretched her there, and although he had only tried other fingers before, he knew she could easily take three at a time when she was excited. Using his thumb, however, and from that angle allowed for him to better feel the tighter muscles she had and to press against them in a way that made her bite her finger to keep from crying out.

"Answer me." he demanded roughly after a few more thrusts. Avildis merely opened her eyes and looked at him over her shoulder, panting as she admired him: his smooth chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, the dark hair mussed from sleep, his eyes of an almost poisonous green that regarded her coolly, his thin lips parted in pleasure and the very elegant setting of his brows, the sharp cheekbones, his tense neck. Even if she weren't half-mad with pleasure, she would have thought him the most handsome thing she'd ever seen.

"I said answer me!" Loki repeated as he slapped her behind with his unoccupied hand, a little too roughly but pleased with the results. Avildis jumped forward at the shock and gave a little scream, not at all used to him treating her that way. The movement had made her tighten around his finger even more, which only added to her pain, but as the stinging from his palm subsided she felt slightly more sensitive wherever he touched her, which only made her feel more pleasure.
With a strangled voice, she answered "Yes".
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I like it." she winced, burying her face in the pillows but spreading her legs marginally wider. "You're so big..." she added in a whisper, now that she had found her voice again.
"I want you to cum this time," said Loki as he started thrusting faster and slightly more unhinged.
"Please," she started, her forehead still pressing against the pillow, "please touch me."

He knew what she needed and why she needed it, but a mad masculine pride stopped him from giving in and fingering her clit.
"No. No, you'll come from my cock alone." he said inbetween jerking thrusts. "I want your little cunt to show my cock how much it likes it."
The girl gave a keening sound but didn't dare protest, suddenly afraid of making him mad again. Loki himself wasn't sure how much of his act was really an act, and how much he genuinely wanted to torment Avildis. But in spite of his treatment, or because of it, both of them knew how much she enjoyed it. With every pull out of her, Loki's cock was covered in her glistening juices, and after he massaged the inside of her with his thumb, still at her behind, he could feel her gushing around his cock, dripping down her clit and onto the bed.

It took longer than it would normally had to get her to cum, and it was hard enough for Loki to keep from releasing, but then she finally did tighten around him. The girl gave a long wail and almost retreated from his thrusts, but he kept her to him and prolonged her orgasm. Her legs shivered and her hands gripped the bed, sobbing and panting his name while Loki gripped her hips harder and lost himself in the feeling. She was so tight for those few moments that it genuinely hurt him, and he had to savour her name half in admiration, half in pleading while he came too, riding the pleasure with her.

As soon as he was done, the god pulled his finger out of her now relaxed hole, slipped his cock out, then turned the panting creature around before his release dripped from her. Avildis was too dazed to know what he was doing and just let him arrange her however he wanted. But then he slipped down and put his lips to her aching mound, keeping her legs wide apart while he licked his juices from her. She begged and pleaded incoherently, between shouts of his name whenever he nipped her so ignored clit, but all Loki wanted was to make her cum a second time, and he drank from her lips deeply and thoroughly, now thrusting his tongue between her slit, now sucking on her flesh. His recognised the taste of himself and the thick texture of it, but around it was the warm and infinitely sweeter taste of his darling, and he lapped at her uncaring of her protests, until he felt her shiver again, weaker this time, as she had her second orgasm. When her thighs stopped trembling, he let her go and looked up, panting. Avildis had her eyes closed. Her chest was heaving and her nipples, although untouched that session, were thoroughly erect.

Loki gave a self-satisfied smirk at the state he brought her in. A long finger wiped some of the wetness from his chin before he climbed up on the bed and held Avildis against his chest. She was still panting as if she'd run that whole time, but to his relief she wasn't angry with him. The girl scooted closer and placed a hot little hand over the arm that held her, and Loki could nuzzle her hair and drink in what he thought was the sweetest scent in the world. Her whole bed smelled like her, but especially the pillows, and it was a delicious fragrance, reminding of some perfume she wore but mixed with her girlish smell.
Before he fell to sleep, Loki spent the time pressing quick kisses to the back of her neck, her shoulder, her arm, and trying to think of ways to ask her to run away with him in the morning.

When he woke up again, it was nearly afternoon. Avildis slept unturned next to him, breathing gently and curled, like she usually would be, with her knees bent and her head in her chest and an arm draped over her head protectively.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Loki could finally look around her room. He was first set on finding where she'd put the glass of water, but his eyes got distracted by the parts of her chamber that the night's shadows had hidden. Her walls were a pale yellow, and decorating them were a few paintings, portraits of royal old men and women. Loki recognised them to be Borr and Buri, her grandfather and greatgrandfather, and grandmother Bestla. In a corner, on a plinth, was a marble bust of her great uncle Mimir, and next to it on the wall was a portrait of some queen he couldn't place.

Along another wall were shelves with books. Reading the titles from the top down, Loki saw the History and Legends of Asgard, all six volumes, books on great battles, books on famous warriors, songs and hymns, a Genealogy of the House of Odin, a Compendium of Yggrasil, a lost volume of Asgardian Geology. As the shelves got lower, the topics became lighter: poetry, romantic tales, music of Alfheim, Midgardian folklore, children's stories...

The last title gave Loki strange pause. He vaguely remembered going through the same book when he was a child - a different copy from hers - and then he remembered the horror stories in it, about the trolls and dark elves and frost giants. And at once he felt so ashamed he was almost ill - a thing unprecedented - afraid and certain he would lose Avildis forever. He had never guessed she was so proud of her family, although thinking back now he supposed he should have seen it. Her act of giving herself to him took on even more meaning now, in the frame of her betraying what her room told was the most important thing to her. With an Odinson it would have been bad enough...
It was too late now. Loki didn't know what to do, but he knew he couldn't face her. He slipped out of her bed and dressed with a spell and left her room quietly and quickly.