Standing in front of her bedroom door, Loki hesitated. Now that she was away from Thor and his friends, her temper had calmed. But she felt antsy, unsettled. Sitting in her room, staring at the walls did not sound very appealing. She needed something to do, something to keep her mind occupied until it quieted down enough for her to sleep.
The library. Now would be the perfect time to secret away one of the magic books so she could study it at her leisure, in private. Having memorized the path, Loki made her way there hurriedly and slipped inside without anyone noticing. The room appeared as it did the last time she'd been there. Dim, dusty, and empty. Perfect. As she strolled down the aisle, the memory of that kiss flooded back and brought a small smile to her face.
Once she reached the section of magic books, she picked up a few and flipped through them, trying to decide which would be best. After a few moments, she chose two. Luckily they were small enough, she'd be able to conceal them pretty easily. On her way out, she plucked another book at random off the shelf and held it on top of the others. It would stop prying eyes if she ran into anyone on the way back to her room.
Sneaking back out the door, Loki breathed a sigh of relief to find no one in the hall. Then she scolded herself for that because she wasn't really doing anything wrong. No one told her she was not allowed to borrow the books, even the magic ones. Secrecy was in her nature though, especially when it came to books. It was reflex, and despite herself, she walked as silently and as quickly as she could back to her room, her heart in her throat the whole time.
Well before she reached her room, the sounds of shouting could be heard. Loki was curious, but still reluctant to run into anyone with her books in hand. However, as she neared her room, she realized with dismay that her door was opened and that the voices were coming from inside her room. It was Thor, and...was that Fandral? Yes, it was. What was going on? Why were they in her room? Her curiosity burning inside her, she stood outside the door, hidden from view, and listened.
"...and now twice in one day! Why, Fandral? You had better give me a good reason, for I am right now wondering if I should imprison you or just kill you and be done with it."
"Thor, please calm down. I am not threatening you!" Fandral's voice had a distinct note of panic.
"Only you would be foolish enough to do so! You need not say it directly. Any move on Loki is a threat to me."
Loki's ears perked when she heard her name.
Fandral's shaky laughter betrayed his nervousness. "I would never make a move, my friend. I bide my time, you know this. You have oft given me favor with your women, so that I may enjoy them, too. Loki is worth the wait, am I right?"
This got a sour face from Loki. She did not want to be passed along to Fandral, and she felt a bit ill to know this had happened in the past. After a lifetime of never feeling like she belonged, she finally did - with Thor. He was her home now. She couldn't bring herself to imagine him giving her up. Especially to Fandral.
Her sour face turned to shock when Thor growled loudly and something fell to the ground with a thud. Not Fandral, but something heavy.
Thor's voice was as cold as sin, and dripped with venom. "You are my friend, Fandral, and for that reason alone, I am allowing you to walk out of this room. Which you will do immediately after I let you go. But you will listen first. Loki is mine and will always be mine. You will never enjoy her. And if I catch you in her room again, if I catch you anywhere near her when I am not present, you will not even get to look at her...for I will remove your eyes. Is that clear?"
All Loki heard was a squeak, and she could only assume Thor was physically cutting off Fandral's ability to speak. And probably to breathe.
"Good. Now leave." Thor spat, and he must have dropped Fandral for Loki heard another thud and almost immediately after Fandral spilled out into the hallway. Loki startled and watched with wide eyes as Fandral straightened himself and hurried down the corridor without noticing her.
It took her a few moments before she realized she had stopped breathing. A million thoughts flitted through her head. Why was Fandral in her room? He had obviously intended to get her alone again. What would he have done if she'd gone straight to her room instead of the library? Thor had assumed the worst, it seemed. Was he still drunk? Would he be upset with her? Oh, her stomach flooded with dread at that thought. What if Thor thought she had left on purpose to meet with Fandral? She considered sneaking back to the library and spending the night there.
But then she remembered Thor's words. So possessive. She liked that. She really liked that. Something about the way he'd growled out that threat to Fandral - it aroused her. Loki wished she'd been able to see Thor's muscles bulging as he held Fandral up by his neck. Again, her desire to see him overshadowed her fears. Perhaps he would give her a chance to explain.
Loki took a deep breath and reminded herself that she'd done nothing wrong here, that in fact she was the one who was supposed to be upset at Thor over his behavior at dinner. She walked into her room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Thor was sitting on the corner of her bed, staring at the floor with a spectacular frown on his face. He didn't seem to notice Loki walking in, which Loki took advantage of by setting the books down quickly on a side table. She saw that the matching one had been upturned and lay on its side on the floor, but she left it for now.
"Thor?" she said quietly, not wanting to startle him. "I am sorry, I..." Her voice trailed off when Thor's eyes shot to hers, burning with an emotion she didn't recognize. Loki's breath caught in her throat, and she stood, unable to move. Unable to do anything but stare back at him. There were elements in his gaze that she knew - anger, desire - but the fire was from something else entirely. And she felt the heat. It made her mouth dry, and other parts very wet. An eternity passed in those few seconds, countless lifetimes spent yearning for his touch, and so when Thor rose and came to her, all she could think was finally.
He brought with him an inferno, and it consumed Loki from the very first touch of his hand. He said nothing; nothing needed to be said. Thor was pure lust, insistent, urgent. His hands were everywhere, and where they weren't, his mouth was. She could taste the mead still on his tongue, but she didn't care. This was not the blundering drunk she'd left in the dining hall. Yes, his touch was rough, forceful, but it was borne from a desperation that Loki understood. She knew his motivations. His claim had been questioned and now every cell in his body screamed for him to reassert it. Every touch, every kiss, every bite was a statement. And Loki willingly surrendered to him.
Their clothes came off, Loki didn't know how. She only knew that suddenly her skin was ablaze from his touch. That his chest was bare when it pressed against hers. Thor scooped her up and brought her to the bed. The covers still lay haphazardly from their last encounter as they tumbled onto them. Had that only been hours ago? Could she already want him again this badly?
Thor's heavy form was a furnace pressing her into the cool sheets. Words would always be inadequate to describe the deliciousness of that feeling. Or the feeling of Thor's scratchy face kissing it's way down her neck to suckle at her breasts. All she could do was run her fingers through his hair and gasp at the sensations. She was so unprepared for this fervor.
"Loki" Thor rasped. His first word since she had entered the room, and it was spoken with such need, Loki swore she could feel it caressing her skin. Then he began to lick and kiss down her belly, which quivered in anticipation or maybe nervousness, for she was so completely at his mercy. It was truly frightening how far gone she was already, she was just too far gone to care. His tongue dipped into her navel, making Loki squirm, but Thor did not linger there. He did not stop until he was situated between her thighs, holding them apart with his hands. And then his mouth was on her once more and Loki couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. Her knuckles were white as she clutched at the sheet and his tongue was molten against her, laving at her, tasting her. Thor was moaning like a man enjoying the rarest of delicacies and it drove Loki crazy. He changed his technique constantly, never giving her time to relax or grow accustomed to it. A teasing flick of his tongue on her clit, then pushing into her, delving deep, curling up, then back to her clit with a firm, determined tongue, for that was what made her scream.
Relentless, Thor drove her to the brink at a dizzying pace and her orgasm swept her away before she even realized what was happening. Thor worked her through it, until her trembling slowed and her cries quieted and then, quick as lightning, he was on her again. His body resting on hers, his mouth kissing hers desperately, hungrily, and Loki powerless to do anything but kiss him back. She tasted herself on his tongue, a sweet tang that mingled with his own taste.
"Loki," Her name was a whine this time, filled with a despair that tore at Loki's heart.
"What is it?" Loki gasped, for she'd yet to find her breath. Her hands were in his hair again.
Thor's answer was just as breathless, punctuated by kisses along her neck. "I need you...need to have you..." He'd started rutting himself against her, inflaming her passion even more. As mindblowingly satisfying as that orgasm had been, it had done nothing to slake her desire. She needed him, too.
"Please, Thor." Was all she could get out. She hoped her body, undulating beneath him, would be enough of a permission for him.
"I will hurt you. It's too soon."
Loki didn't care about that. She needed to feel him. Pain, pleasure, it didn't matter. Already her skin tingled where he'd bitten her, along her shoulders, her breasts, but it wasn't enough. She needed him to take her. She needed him to need her so badly that he wouldn't care about hurting her. He was so close already, his cock already teasing her entrance. Just one thrust and he'd be home.
"No. Please! I need you, too! Ah!" Her plea became a cry when Thor pushed in with a growl, all the way to the hilt. Oh, yes, it hurt. Tears sprung from the corner of her eyes, but she shook her head when Thor tried to wipe them away. "Please, Thor. Just move. Don't you dare be gentle."
He wasn't. To his credit, he obeyed and he plowed into her with abandon. Hard, fast, brutal. Claiming. Loki clung to him, her nails raking deep red lines down his back, her heels digging into the flexing muscles of his ass, as if she could encourage him to thrust deeper. The pain made her lightheaded, but it mingled so sweetly with the pleasure that she scarcely noticed the tears running down her cheeks.
It was exquisite, but with their passions so riled, their need so great, neither could sustain for long. Much too soon, Thor's steady rhythm faltered, his head dropped and with a barely restrained roar he bucked his hips hard and held it, allowing his orgasm to wash through him. Loki followed, coming undone at the strength of Thor's last thrust, and with a strangled cry, she lost herself completely to pleasure.
Panting, reeling, feeling as though she may fall over even though she was laying down, Loki trembled long after her climax had subsided. It seemed as though Thor's body, heavy and sweaty and still lodged deep inside her, was the only thing that kept her from floating away. Is this what love felt like? Amazing and beautiful and pain and desperation and a happiness so unbearable that you wanted to crawl out of your skin? Loki didn't know, and she was crying again, but it wasn't because of sadness this time. Thor was right there, as always, to kiss her tears away. To ask her what was wrong, but she couldn't answer because she was too overwhelmed. All Loki could do was smile earnestly and kiss him back. She still clung to him. The thought of letting him go terrified her.
"Loki, I am so sorry." Thor said once his breathing had slowed enough to speak. "I should not have done that."
"Don't be. I am glad you did." Loki replied, cupping his cheeks and looking at him with an honest smile.
"But you are hurting."
Loki shook her head. "I am happy."
Thor beamed. "Then I am as well." He kissed her again, then began to move.
"Oh, slowly, please." Loki pleaded. Thor obliged, pulling out gently to lessen her discomfort. No matter, the pain was worth it. She wanted to know he had been there, to feel that reminder when she moved. To remember that he had wanted her that badly. So she smiled, though it hurt, and sighed contentedly when Thor curled up behind her, wrapping her in his arms. Thor had snaked one arm under her head and then wrapped it around below her chin, the other draped across her belly. Her tears had dried, and Loki felt sated, safe, and sleepy.
"Are you alright?" Thor asked after she'd been quiet a while. "I did not hurt you too badly, did I?"
"No more than I wanted you to, Thor. I am fine. Stop fretting."
"I just...he wanted you, and he was here in your room and he spoke of having you. As if I would leave you. As if it was possible." He buried his face in her hair. "Is it not possible. Look at me, I cannot even let a few hours go by without you now."
Loki was perfectly okay with that.
"Thor," she murmured.
"Hmmm?" Thor hummed, not caring to stop the kisses he was leaving along the back of her neck.
"I did not invite Fandral to my room, I want you to know that. I didn't know he'd follow me."
Thor stiffened, tightening his hold on her and breathed in deep. Loki cringed and for a moment she regretted saying anything, but then Thor let out that breath and relaxed. "I know. It is not your fault, Loki. It is mine. I should have made my intentions clearer to everyone from the beginning."
"Why did you wait so long? Why did you hold back?"
"For this, you mean?" he asked, running his hand over her hip, and Loki nodded.
"I wanted you to feel different...from the others. You'd asked to be able to trust me, that day in the library. So I refrained from touching you. I thought that was what you wanted."
"I do appreciate that. But it became torturous before long." Loki swallowed before continuing. "I thought you'd changed your mind and did not want me anymore."
"Oh Loki, it was torture for me as well. The entire time. I dug welts into my palms, squeezing my fingers into them to stop myself from touching you. See?" He held out his hands, and even in the dim light, Loki could see the darker pink crescents in his skin. The marks did not look terrible, but they were ugly because of what they represented. She traced them with her fingers, murmuring a simple spell under her breath and watched as they faded under her touch. Thor gasped, and Loki knew that he felt the tingle of heat caused by her magic.
"Amazing." Thor whispered. Loki giggled at his awe as he examined his hands carefully, poking at them and flexing them for a while before wrapping them back around her. "I am truly the luckiest man in all the realms."
Loki laughed aloud at this. "Yes, you are." Then, after a few moments, she added quietly, "Do not hold back again."
"I do not think I could now, even if I wanted to. You will surely grow weary of my touch by week's end."
"I cannot see that happening. In fact, maybe I should spend more time with Fandral," teased Loki. "I like what it inspires in you."
"You need not risk poor Fandral's life to inspire my passion, Loki," Thor chuckled. "Though, I am almost certain that, after tonight, he will flee the moment he sees you approaching."
Loki laughed at the mental image of that, but she doubted it would happen. Somehow she couldn't picture Fandral giving up that easily. Thor reached down and pulled the blanket over them.
"Oh? Are you staying the night, then?" Loki looked back and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Indeed, I am." Thor replied, settling in behind her once again.
Loki gave a playful gasp. "What will your mother say!?"
"She would not wish to see her only son heartbroken and miserable, which is what I would be if I were to leave you right now."
"No. No mother should see such a thing," Loki attempted to say solemnly, though her grin was obvious. "I would not wish to see that either."
The blanket was not necessary, for Thor radiated enough warmth for the coldest of Asgardian days. But Loki snuggled under it anyway, enjoying the fact that Thor was under it with her. Speaking quiet words, Loki dimmed the lamps with her magic until the room was dark enough for sleeping. They lay quietly together, each drifting toward sleep, when a thought came to Loki's mind.
"Thor, what were the terms of the deal our fathers made? No one ever told me."
Thor hummed, rousing himself from his half-asleep state. "I do not know. My father never told me either." His words were slurred and he was likely fast asleep before he finished saying them.
Not Loki. She was wide awake now. Thor's admission was a bucket of icy water, dumped right on her heart, constricting it in her chest. This deal could affect both their fates, and Loki had stupidly assumed Thor knew all about it. The truth was, Thor was no more in control of his destiny than Loki was of hers, and now neither of them had any idea what was going to happen in the future. She could not trust her own father, and she certainly didn't trust Odin.
What if she was taken from Thor? What if this was only a temporary arrangement? Thor must have sensed her panic in his sleep, for he shifted and his embrace tightened. It steeled Loki's resolve. She would request that Thor find out what the terms were. Find out what was in store for them, so they would know what to do. Loki was content, happy even, for the first time in her life and she vowed, then and there, that she would fight to keep that happiness. If their fathers decided to play games with their lives, Loki would let neither herself, nor Thor be pawns.
Her determination and Thor's steady breathing behind her settled her nerves, but Loki lay there for a long while before sleep finally found her.
You all are hating on Fandral exactly as I'd hoped! :D This should make you all happy. Gotta love possessive Thor! I swear I didn't intend for them to get smutty in this chapter. It just sort of happened. They insisted, I obliged. It's their story, I just write it down for them. I hope you all enjoy it! Please keep the reviews coming! It makes me feel all gooey inside every time I get one, and I feel less like a dork for stalking my email for hours and hours on end. :D Thank you all!
