Oh boy, here we go! Thank you all so much for the support and staying loyal to the story. It means the world to me. Apologies for grammar, but, of course, you know that by now. Oh, and ... one more thing, LEMONS GALORE!
Not a moment to spare, not one as Loki held Sigyn close to him and used the teleportation spell to bring them to Sigyn's bed chambers back in her home by the sea. It has felt like years since she had been back inside it, and she was truly beginning to miss it. She was too lost in Loki's eyes to even notice that she was there, but when she took in her surroundings, she wasn't all that disappointed.
"Loki," she hummed as she looked about her room, still in his arms. It hasn't changed one bit, not at all. Everything was as she had left it. The balcony doors that showed the view of the sea were still open, letting a fresh breeze come rolling in. The wooden floors were a bit dusty, but nothing beyond what the two could handle. Sigyn's much smaller four poster bed with a white lace canopy was made and kept tidy, as though she has not slept in it in years.
"I thought you have been away from home for far too long," Loki said as he ran his nose down hers. "We can spend the night here if you like. It is up to you. I now only follow you, Sigyn. I am yours, to do with as you please. Whatever you want, wherever you wish to go, I will get it for you. I will take you there." He made his way over to the bed, and having her cling to him like a leech, he lowered her down onto the mattress, he following in the action, laying on top of her. "All you have to do," he said before kissing her pouty lips. "Is wake up in the morning-" He kissed her again. "And I will take it from there." He kissed her two more times before letting his lips travel down to her neck, kissing her fair skin as she squirmed beneath him. "I. Am. Your. Servant. Now. I. Do. What. You. Ask. And. Nothing. Less."
Loki flipped his overgrown red hair as to remove it from his eyes so he could get a good view at her. His lips cracked into an overgrown and mischievous smile, as though he had some great plan forming within his head, making his amusement dance in delight. "Why don't you try out your new slave now?" he suggested.
Sigyn smiled and pushed back his hair with an easy hand. He really needed a haircut. His bangs have grown way too long for her liking and soon, he would begin to have hair as long as Thor's. She would much rather have Loki and Loki alone. Everything about him was perfect the way it was.
"Because we have not said our vows yet, Loki. You have a few more moments of freedom. Why don't you take them ... use them. Do to me what you always wanted to do," Sigyn whispered.
Loki's enthusiasm grew greatly, his smile extending so far beyond normal capacity that Sigyn feared his face may split in two. "Watch me work, baby," he hissed as he climbed off of her, kneeling in between her parted legs, lifting up her left foot in his hand, pulling off her shoe with ease. He let it clatter to the floor and ever so slightly he ran his thumb over her instep. Her eyes grew wide in shock. She had no idea how she could feel that touch ... there. Loki knew the effect he was inflicting upon her, still continuing his sweet torture as he went. He kissed the pad of her foot and then every individual toe she had, making her crazy.
"Loki, please," she begged, but she wasn't even sure why.
"Please, what?" he spoke into her foot as he grazed it with his teeth.
"Make love to me," Sigyn whined, making Loki snicker into her soft skin.
"Oh, but I am. All in good time, sweet Sigyn. I still have my freewill, as you said. Now, stop moving or I will tie you up."
Her eyes opened wide and looked to him sharply. He felt the sting of her gaze and so looked back at her, that black stare flickering with some hidden message within it.
"You would not dare," she muttered, but Loki just snickered once more.
"You know I will and I already have." He eased her foot back down to the bed and removed her other shoe, repeating the procedure he had just preformed, trailing her instep, kissing her toes, no longer looking into those golden eyes that were alive with ... what? Fear? Anger? Excitement? He wasn't sure and he cared not to find out.
"That was different. I did it to you first," she protested, and he teased her by gently nipping at her small toe, tugging at it tenderly with his teeth.
"No difference, beloved. So watch yourself and stop moving."
She complied ... for a few seconds. But when Loki started kissing his way up her right calf, she lost it. She began to squirm under his lips, moving her body in all different directions, and breathing harshly. He chuckled into her skin before sitting up straight and pulling off his tunic, revealing his bare chest. Oh my. Still as wonderful as ever, even with the fading scars. He still looked better shirtless than clothed. He tossed his tunic onto the wooden floor, but now held rope in his hand. Red rope, almost like his tunic had been turned into it.
Loki grabbed her ankle fiercely, startling her for a moment as he did so. She kicked as he began to tie the red rope around her ankle, and even though she knew any normal person would no be all that excited about this, she couldn't help, but to be. Her resistance was an act and Loki knew that.
"Now, I did warn you to keep still, beloved, but you never were one for listening," Loki teased as he finished off the knot on her ankle and moved to tying the rope around one of the posters of the bed.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he tied off that knot as well and grabbed her left ankle.
Sigyn nodded slightly, still moving her torso while it was free. "Yes," she whispered nearly so silent that Loki was almost unable to hear it.
He fastened the knot on her ankle and moved to tying another around another poster, making her legs spread wide and she unable to move them.
"Is this what you want?" he asked as he fastened the last knot ... for now.
"Yes," she whispered again, unable to move her legs as she fought the restrains. She noticed then that Loki still had some more rope in his hands.
"Good," he growled as he repositioned himself so he was sitting on her hips, straddling her waist.
He, abruptly, ceased her right wrist in his hand and brought it to the third poster of the bed, tying the rope sharply around her skin, but not enough to stop the blood flow. He fastened it, and she watched as he tied her up to the bed, spreading her out. How was he going to get her dress off? He took her left wrist without warning and did the same, tied a knot tightly around it and then proceeded to secure it to the last available poster of the bed.
"Words," Loki said as he tied the last knot.
"What?" Sigyn asked as she panted.
"We need words. Safe words. If you cannot stand it anymore, you need to let me know."
"Why can't I just tell you to stop? I know you will."
"Because ..." he said as he secured the last knot and then thrusted all his attention onto her, secretly admiring his handy work.
Well, whad'ya know? Being Angroboda's slave had its perks. It taught you how to tie killer knots and how to make something like this fun with the one you love.
"This is going to be intense," he explained. "You may say stop, but not mean it. It is difficult to understand, but you just have to trust me. When you say stop, you may or may not mean it. A safe word will tell me if you really want me to stop or not. Of course, should you say it, beloved, I will cease in whatever action I am doing immediately and untie you. Pick a word you would not usually say during ... something like this," he smiled.
"Well, there are many," she teased. "Heimdall for example." Loki's smile faltered and Sigyn bursted into a fit of giggles. "My love, I am teasing you." Loki playfully rolled his eyes as a slight smirk returned to his lips. He was nudging her, so she truly thought about what word she could use to warn him that she had reached her limit.
"Heartbeat," Sigyn finally said, and Loki furrowed his brow, smirking a bit more.
"Heartbeat?" he questioned and she nodded. "Why?"
"Because that seems to be something I never can control when I am with you."
Loki's smile fell as great awe and compassion flooded him, making his breath a bit sharper as Sigyn's eyes took control of his blackened heart, making him feel so small yet so incredibly large, like he was untouchable.
"Likewise, beloved," he muttered. "Alright. Heartbeat it is then."
Loki leaned down and kissed her deeply on her lips, letting his tongue invade her mouth to absorb her all, dancing with hers in some sultry tango that the two knew splendidly well. She moaned into his mouth and only fought her restrains more, wanting so badly to touch him, but always being reminded that she couldn't due to her ties tugging at her wrists.
Suddenly, Loki pulled away from her and began to remove his boots, letting them clatter to the floor, revealing his bare feet. Now, only in breeches, Loki moved down her body, over to her legs again and began the sweet procedure of trailing up her left calf with his lips. She wiggled and pulled at her bindings, chewing her bottom lip harshly, panting like she had just run a marathon. This was intense and he was just getting warmed up.
Up to her thigh his lips trailed, leaving her cringing and shivering in sweat and kneading passion that she only desired to come sooner rather than later. His teeth grazed over her boiling skin, making her throw her head back in both frustration and allure for the mixture of emotions he presented to her in just that one act.
"Frisky already," Loki muttered into her inner thigh, wearing that slick smile on his face as he did so, bypassing Sigyn's secret spot which was hidden with another pair of black, laced panties.
"I cannot help it," she whined, pulling harder on the ties, but finding it to no avail. Damn, he tied some hard knots.
His lips proceeded down her right thigh, kissing the top of it and heading south towards her knee, having her torso toss and turn in the process, but never did he cease in his actions. No, Loki was far too into the game to even cause himself to pause for a moment. Instead, he further pressed on after reaching the top of her foot and slithered his way back over her body, gazing down at her with an intense stare.
"So beautiful," Loki breathed as his snake-like fingers began to trace the curves of her body until they reached the hem of her dress. He slipped his hands underneath to feel bare skin under the silken, thin, golden gown. He smiled in pure delight, looking to her with a flicker of mischief glistening in his eyes. "Nothing underneath ... I like it," he smirked, causing Sigyn to lift her eyebrows in her own proudness and smile seductively at Loki.
He moved his hands further up her body, underneath the silks she wore, keeping his eyes locked on her golden ones, even as his feverish hands reached her breasts. Sigyn allowed a deep breath to escape her, feeling her heartbeat beginning to skyrocket at the sudden burst of true intimate touch that Loki was bestowing upon her once he cupped her perfect flesh in each hand.
"Too intense?" he jested, forcing Sigyn to shake her head in disgust at the mere assumption of such a thing.
"Keep going," she pleaded, much to Loki's delight as he began to massage them tenderly in his hands, drawing out the most beautiful sounds from his golden songbird's throat.
Sing, sweet and beautiful Sigyn. Sing.
Loki leaned forward, placing some soft, and yet firm, kisses upon Sigyn's neck as his hands continued in their expert actions of making her feel so weak and so alive all at once.
"Oh, Loki," she breathed as he kissed her skin and rubbed her sweetly. "Please," she begged further, making Loki's smile reappear, she feeling it through the senses of her skin, enjoying the bit that it was there.
"We need to get this dress off of you first," he hissed into the crick of her neck, then abruptly removing his hands from her breasts and pulling them back up from under her dress. "And I hope you are not too attached to it." With that, Loki sat up straight, gripping the thin, silken threads in his grasp before ripping them a part in one swift motion, making her body bare and exposed, save for the panties. Hm, so that was how he planned on getting the dress off. Smart.
He pulled the torn dress out from underneath her now bare skin, discarding it to the floor alongside her shoes and his begotten artifacts as well. Loki quickly fell back on top of her, having his lips fall onto her ribs, moving south towards her waist. She continued to breath rapidly, deep and steady bits of air rushing out from her mouth, only for another batch to be forced back in. She still wiggled, but to her dismay, it did not do much. She was still incapable of moving, of touching Loki. Her hands still remained tied and her legs were still spread.
Loki's lips trailed down to Sigyn's flat stomach, kissing the parts just above her navel, feeling her body move up and down harshly with every breath she drew.
"Loki, come on," she persisted, but Loki only smiled more and grazed her skin with his teeth- licking, kissing, nipping his way lower and lower until he finally reached both of their goals.
His lips met up with lining of the black, lace panties, only causing another challenge to the both of them in this hot, intense moment that neither desired to come to an end anytime soon. Though, Sigyn saw there being a slight problem with the obstruction Loki faced, the Trickster god saw it as none. Loki simply gripped onto the thin lace with his sharp, perfectly white teeth, making a growling noise and causing Sigyn to lighten up with lustful happiness and amusement. Loki, in one great tug, tore he panties off with his teeth, ruining the pair, but neither one of them seemed to mind. He spat them out onto the floor and began his expert ways ... kissing her there and making her insides do a backflip.
"Loki!" she shouted once he set to work, throwing her head back, shutting her eyes and lifting up her torso to try and make her waist match his lips, but Loki was much stronger than her. He smiled into her, kissing her and licking her still before spreading his hand out on top of her flat stomach, pressing her body down into the mattress.
"Loki. By the gods, Loki," she panted, only making him comply to her wishes much more intensely, pinning her harder onto the bed and kissing her much more passionately than before. She groaned, fighting her restrains, really pulling on them, but it did nothing. She was still tied and trapped, he senses escaping her along with her will to focus on anything, but Loki's masterful touch with just his tongue, lips and teeth.
"Loki, stop," Sigyn said, but he only continued, feeling her body's reaction, knowing that she did not mean a single word she said. She was just spitting out anything her mind may have been able to process, and feeling this ... this intensity ... she wouldn't be able to comprehend it in a million years. "Loki, oh gods, stop!" Yet the feeling never died and she could feel her body's reaction spiraling in all different directions. "Valhalla above, Loki! Stop!"
Heartbeat.
She knew that. She knew it well and she dared not say it because in the deepest darkest parts of her core, Sigyn knew for sure that she did not crave for this intensity to end. Not-one-bit.
Heartbeat.
That, my dear readers, is what was spiraling out of control.
"Loki!"
She let go, releasing every ounce of herself, feeling the great relief fall upon her in one, slick wave of pleasure and victory. She rested her head on the pillows beneath her as Loki cleaned up the mess he very well made with his tongue, before hastily kissing his way back up to Sigyn's pouted lips, fumbling with the ties on his breeches as he did so, just tearing them off his very being. He tossed his shredded bottoms aside as his lips met hers, kissing her wildly, hotly, and slipping his impressive length into her, making her bite his bottom lip in a sudden, great shock.
It was a harsh bite, but not one he could not handle. He ignored it, even, as he just focused on pleasing her, moving within her and drawing out those sweet sounds he so enjoyed hearing.
"Loki," she moaned as he moved further and further inside her, reaching deep within her, making her want to bring her legs together, but unable to do so. "Loki, stop!" Again, she didn't mean it. She meant not a word, but Loki just wanted to double check to make sure all was going well with her.
"What is the safe word, Sigyn?" Loki questioned between pants as he thrusted harder into her.
"Heartbeat," she breathed, eyes still closed tightly, heart thumping wildly.
"Do you want me to stop?" he further questioned to which Sigyn nodded.
"Yes," she replied, but the moment she did, she shook her head in disagreement with herself. "No. For the love of Valhalla above, no. Oh gosh, Loki. Do not stop!"
He was all too eager to comply, getting deeper within her, moving faster, thrusting harder, making her scream. He had to muffle her cries a few times by kissing her, unsure if anyone else may be lurking about the halls of her home.
"Sigyn," he groaned into her neck as he kissed her skin. "Fuck."
He breathed sharply, drawing in harsh breaths, moving much faster, feeling her convulse at least five times before he felt himself let go.
"Sigyn!" Loki cried out when he felt himself release, collapsing on top of her, sharing in the desperate gasps of air with her. And with just a snap of his fingers, her restrains gave out, letting her arms flop to the bed as gravity took its hold on them, her legs free to move as well, but she was too drained to truly do anything. She managed to bring her hands to Loki's back and head, running her fingers through his red hair, even tracing some of the lingering scars on his back with the others, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest as well as her own as he rested his head on her skin, her breasts his pillow.
"Did I hurt you?" he questioned after a few moments of silence, just gasping for air. She was quick to reply.
"No. You never could, my love. Not even on accident, I do not think."
Loki smiled once more, dragging his lips to where her sown up heart rested just below the surface of her skin, and kissing it sweetly. He then pulled up the blankets of the bed, slipping himself and his Sigyn underneath them, wrapping them both up in warmth as he snaked his arms around her naked body, pulling her close to him. He kissed the tip of her nose delicately, drawing a little giggle from her throat, one he so enjoyed hearing before placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"You are going to do that again," Sigyn whispered. "I am going to force you to once we are married."
Loki snickered, bobbing his head in compliance. "Agreed," he whispered.
After serenading in the silence, Sigyn opened her golden eyes seriously, looking into Loki's eternal black ones and he could sense the non-jesting vibe that radiated off her in that moment.
"I want to meet them. All of them," she said suddenly.
"I am sorry, beloved, but I am afraid I do not understand what you mean," Loki said.
"Your children, Loki. I have only met the adorable colt and Hel. I understand you have two more, and possibly one with this other woman. The one from Muspelheim," Sigyn explained.
Loki bit his bottom lip sharply, looking away from her for just a moment before returning his gaze to meet her golden one.
"Glut," he said. "Her name is Glut. I will admit that we were going to be married. We were, but it was just due to Muspel tradition. I had no intentions on staying with her. I was just trying ..." he trailed off and Sigyn sensed something very deep within the explanation he had just failed to give.
"Trying to what?" she nudged and he shook his head.
"Nothing," he muttered, looking away from her, only making her smile at his childlike behavior in the moment. She wasn't mad. I mean, come on. Plenty of people have exes before they find the one they are meant to spend the rest of their immortal life with. Sigyn could not be all that upset. She knew Loki was promiscuous before their relationship flourished, but that did not matter to her. Not anymore because she knew she had nothing to fear.
"Would you just tell me," she pressed on, even shaking him a bit, making him try to suppress a grin he simply could not hide.
"No, Sigyn. It is silly," he rolled his eyes.
"Loki Laufeyjarson, if you do not tell me-"
"Oh, we are using full names now, are we?" he questioned with a tinted brow and a playful grin growing on his face. He began to tickle her under the covers, making her laugh loudly in a moment of pure happiness.
"Loki," she cracked. "Loki, stop!" she laughed, tears beginning to stream from her eyes due to the merciless tickling sensation he was putting her under.
"No, no. You wanted to be serious, and I am just not in the mood for serious matters. You know how much I despise seriousness," he smiled as he continued in his actions.
"Loki, please," she barely breathed.
"After all I just did for you mere moments ago, and you go on about this silliness of using full names. Please, beloved."
"Heartbeat," she chocked, loosing air, and so Loki stopped in his actions, still grinning at her as her laughter began to die and her smile remained etched on her face.
"Safe words do not usually correspond with something like tickling," Loki argued.
"They should when one can barely breathe. Now, back to the subject matter at hand."
Loki rolled his eyes and draped an arm over them so dramatically that Sigyn giggled again at her darling's sweet performance of attempting to be distressed.
"Must we talk about this in this moment, love of my immortal life?" he questioned to which Sigyn nodded and affirmed her choice of action with words.
"Yes, we do."
Loki sighed.
"Now," she continued. "What were you trying to do when you were going to marry Glut?"
There was a slight pause before Loki decided to remove his arm from shielding his eyes, turning to Sigyn to answer her directly.
"I was trying to get over you," he confessed, making Sigyn's smile fall and her golden eyes to grow as large as the sun.
"What?"
"Ah, Sigyn." Now he was serious, turning on his side, just barely touching the tip of her nose with his. "The moment I first met you, I felt an alien emotion tugging at me, and it took me the longest amount of time to determine what it was simply because I never experienced it before. I tried to tell myself that it was not happening to me. That it could not happen to me. I did not want it to because I was happy living the life I was living. Not being tied down and all. I just ... I never wanted to fall in love. I never wanted to be filled with the desire to marry someone, and the more I surrounded myself with your presence, with your glow, I knew it was happening to me. I knew that I was falling harder and harder in love with you every time I saw you or the mere mention of your name. It came to the point where I thought about leaving Asgard altogether and just moving to someplace else. So, I went to Muspelheim and met Glut and we just ... well ... you know. But after that, we realized that we wanted nothing like that with each other. Rather, we had something much different than that. We had a friendship. She had a crappy childhood and ruined life and so did I. We talked about things. Things we never spoke of with anyone else. Things that neither one of us ever truly could understand. She spoke of her failed love life and I told her about the one I was attempting to run away from. She was upset with that bit."
"She felt used?"
"No, shockingly, she did not. She felt sad."
"Why? Because things between you and her did not work out?"
"No. Because things between you and I did not even begin."
Sigyn's heart stopped for a split second before Loki continued on with his words.
"Glut, despite all she has been through, was still a fan of love. When I told her that I left to possibly escape these feelings that I considered to be entrapment, she encouraged me to return for that very reasoning. She told me that falling in love was not a suffocating feeling as much as it is a liberating one. She gave me the advice to return to you and to seek a life with you. After realizing just how in love with you I was ... I complied more willingly than I ever believed I would."
"What about the marriage?"
"Her father was the one that pressed for that, and in order to claim residency in that realm, I thought about it, but decided not to. I decided to return to you. To make a life with you."
As touching as that was, one small bit of information continued to pull at Sigyn.
"Odin said that you may be unsure if the children she has are yours. Is there anyway we can find out? How did you even know about how she is currently?"
Loki swallowed. "I attended the wedding. I met her husband. I ... um ... I kind of created him."
Sigyn furrowed her brow, lost with what it was Loki had just said.
"I am sorry, love, but you lost me."
"Well," Loki began as he propped himself up on an elbow, obviously remembering back to this turn of events as to not hide a single detail from his Sigyn as he let all this information fly. "Glut's father was friends with this giant by the name of Fornjot. Fornjot and his wife had three children together. The eldest is Aegir, who now rules the sea that separates the Nine Worlds. Then there was Kari, who is the master of the winds along the sea in which his brother rules over. And the youngest was Logi."
Sigyn crackled in her throat at the sound of the name. I mean, come on. L-o-g-i. Just switch one letter with another and look at what name you get.
"Play on the tongue, Sig," Loki explained. "We are getting as to why that is.
"Now, Logi, unfortunately, was stillborn. Desperate, and knowing of how talented I was with magic, Glut asked me to see if there was any possibly way I could do something to aid the family. I was hesitant, but figured there was no harm in trying. I gathered up every spell book I had in my library, every scroll that contained anything about bringing back the dead, and every ritual instructions I could find. After studying them all, I explained to Fornjot that there was a way I could restore their stillborn child, however, there was a catch. The child, should I have performed this ritual, would only live to be eighteen. Once they turned that age, the draugr and disir would emerge from Niflheim and take the child back with them."
"Oh gosh," Sigyn gasped. "Please tell me he did not agree to such terms."
"He did not for there was another alternative, but a much risker one."
"What was it?"
"I could restore their child, but more in the form of a spirit rather than a giant. There was also the possibility that it would not work. In any case, Fornjot agreed with the second option, and I did everything I could. If I performed the spell and ritual, there was no second chance if I got it wrong."
"Why not?"
"The ritual consisted of burning the corpse."
"Must have been a lot of pressure."
"Oh, baby, you have no idea. However, when all was said and done, I managed to restore the child. He did not return as an infant, however, rather the epitome of fire. Still, he was able to shift from a flickering flame into a humanoid being. A gift he got from me, I would assume. Some of my powers were transferred to him in the action. To show his thanks and gratitude for my actions, Fornjot named his son Logi.
"Glut fell head over heels in love with him the moment she saw him." Loki snickered.
"He came to be my age in his rebirth and, as you could imagine, the two of us became relatively close. He insisted on becoming my servant since I had restored him to life, but I disagreed with his wishes, insisting that if he planned on spending his life being a servant, he was better off remaining dead. Still, he feels he owes me a debt, so whenever I am in desperate need of help, I can summon him through any open flame. A gift him and I share, we both have a relatively strong connection to fire. He assisted me in Jotunheim a few times, actually. When I was being tortured. He was my eyes and ears for what was going on in the worlds around me." Loki smiled shyly. "I had him look after you a few times."
Sigyn blushed crimson, taking Loki's concerns for her when he was the one imprisoned as a gesture of flattery.
"Logi and Glut began a relationship of their own, and just recently they were married. I served as best man for Logi, passing his brothers. I was not sure if that was out of respect for restoring him or if he simply likes me more."
Sigyn giggled, placing a hand on Loki's face and stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Well, how could anybody love anyone above you?" she questioned, drawing out another shy smile from him and kissing him chastely, keeping her hand in place.
"Can I meet them?" she asked. "Logi and Glut."
"You want to? You want to meet my ex?" Loki asked, raising a brow.
"Loki, I can tell she is important to you, and I can tell that even though you may not desire her the way you used to, you still care for her just as you care for Jocelyn. And besides, I would like to meet the woman who made all of this possible. Had she not convinced you to return to me, we may not be here, in this very state."
"And what state is that?" Loki asked, raising his brow again, but much more playfully as Sigyn bit her bottom lip seductively.
"Naked ... and in bed."
Loki snickered, removing Sigyn's hand from his face so that he may kiss her delicate knuckles.
"If you desire to meet them, than you shall, beloved. I will take you there to see them in person if you so desire. But, right now, we have wedding plans to make."
Sigyn giggled and bated her lashes. "Loki, in much of a haste are you not? I did not even flower yet and I am fourteen. You have to wait a few more months before my grandfather gives you the thumbs up. And besides, I do not desire it to be such a big affair. Just friends ... and not even all of our family," she finished bitterly, causing Loki to chuckle.
"Agreed. I know you have not flowered yet, Sigyn. That may very well be due to the spell I placed on you to make you barren. I shall remove it tonight to see what happens, and if nothing does, we shall seek out Jocelyn on the morrow.
"As for wedding plans, I know just how old you are, my dear. I could never forget, and I have studied the Vanir traditions since I met you for this very reason. I will force myself to wait to gain your grandfather's approval and for you to be of the proper age, but, excuse me if I seem forward and forgive me if I am bold, I was not necessarily speaking of our wedding, beloved."
This confused her greatly, making her furrow her brow and scrunch her nose as if thinking rather harshly of who it was Loki could be speaking of.
"Nothing to forgive, my love, but if you do not mind me asking, of whose wedding do you speak of?"
To this, Loki simply smiled.
Start a fire. Click the stones. How difficult could it be?
The chains were preventing any of his magic flowing from his veins, unable to just make a fire burst into life upon the firewood set up in the hearth. He had to kneel upon the marble floor, click stones together, waiting for the perfect spark to form, to catch fire.
He had been sitting for so long. Kneeling, feeling his knees beginning to crack from beneath him. This was pain, and his shaking hands were not helping. What was worse was what he overheard the King speaking about not too long ago.
The idea of attacking the Vanir Kingdom just beyond Asgard's edge. That small town that Njord ... that Sigyn has been calling home. Had they made any progressions yet? That was the number one question on his mind.
Finally, a spark illuminated and began to grow as it spread from log to log. The muzzle strapped to Loki's mouth permitted him to add oxygen to the flames, having to wait patiently for it to grow on its own, and so he did. He waited, watching as the orange and vibrant glow began to shimmer and dance liked trained women, showing their skills. Once grown and powerful, Loki waved his hands over the fire, his shackles rattling as he did so.
The fire's glow shimmered wildly, a great burst erupted from the hearth and the figure now stood before Loki, the flames upon his shoulders dying down as the cold air of Jotunheim caught up to him, making him a giant rather than a simple flame.
"The pit of Sutr's domain, Master!" he wailed once he caught the sight of the broken and scared god with blood leaking from his chest and snow white hair. Immediately, the servant removed his cape from his shoulders, kneeling before his kin and draping the cape around Loki's naked form, covering his bare physique. "What happened to you?" the servant further asked as he brought his hands to the muzzle strapped around Loki's mouth, removing it with his magic, freeing Loki from his silence.
"War," Loki breathed once the muzzle was removed. "War happened. The Jotun King threatened the All-Father with war should I have not returned to Jotunheim. But, dear friend, that does not matter. I have a much more important task for you."
"Help you to escape, Master?"
"No," Loki snapped sharply. "No. That must not happen. I cannot leave. Not yet. I have to ensure the safety of the realms before I do so. If I leave so suddenly, then there will be no stopping the Jotun King from his rage and destruction to the Aesir gods and all the realms that might stand in his way. To protect my home and my old one I must stay here until all tension has died. Until the perfect opportunity for me to escape reveals itself to me."
The servant's eyes grew wide as he looked to the floor, making Loki question his being.
"Logi," Loki whispered. "What is it?"
Logi's eyes never left the floor as he muttered his response.
"You- You are bleeding, Master," he said.
Loki looked to his chest, noticing the blood trail, but also noticing that it did not leak to the floor where Logi's eyes looked to.
"No, Master. Not from your chest. From ... from your ..."
Loki scrambled back, moving away from the place he kneeled, dropping Logi's black cape into the pool of blood as he did so, slipping in it, getting it on his hands, falling onto his back.
Suddenly, now being aware of it, the pain resurfaced, stinging Loki more harshly than a thousand whips.
"Oh gosh," Loki stammered as he looked to his hands, covered in his blood and the ruined cape, now resting in the puddle. "I am so sorry, Logi. I- I- just ... becoming aware of it ... I ... I panicked. I just ... Oh gods." Loki clearly wanted to burry his face in his hands, but was unable to do so now with the blood that soaked them.
Logi was quick to shake his head, however, picking up his ruined cape, away from the blood puddle and moving towards his master's side. "Do not apologize, Master. I should have not pointed it out to you. Tis I who should apologize," Logi insisted, taking Loki's hands in his and wiping the blood away with his cape.
"She likes to share me," Loki mumbled under his breath as Logi cleansed his hands.
"Who does, Master?" Logi asked.
"My poor excuse of a wife. That was part of the deal. Marry her to keep Asgard and all the other realms safe. I married her. She did this to me. She tortures me. Everyday. Every night. She shares me ... with the guards. That is why ... that is why I am bleeding. Tis not the first time this has happened, though. It will pass. In time. They just finished me."
Logi bit his bottom lip, daring to ask. "How many, Master?"
"Three, most of the time," Loki responded. "Other times, tis four. Maybe even five. One time there were six."
Logi finished cleansing Loki's hands of the blood, fighting back the tears as he dropped his blood covered cape from his hands, looking to Loki, who looked to the floor. Embarrassed and ashamed.
"It hurts, does it not, Master?" Logie questioned and Loki remained still. Lost.
"More than I could ever describe," Loki muttered.
"Let me put you on the bed, Master," Logi insisted, but Loki shook his head, finally matching Logi's gaze.
"No. You must not. I do not sleep on the bed. Only if she desires me to. If I am in the bed when she returns, she will call the guards in again."
"Then where do you rest, Master?"
Loki pointed towards a dark corner by the window with a loop in the wall and chains in a pile. Like a hound.
"Master, you cannot expect me to sit by and watch as you undergo these horrors any longer," Logi argued.
"I expect you ... to trust me." Logi was silent, breathing harshly. "Now, this is very important, Logi. Very important. I need you to be my eyes and ears for the realms around me. But something much more important than that.
"I heard the King speaking of possible war upon the Vanir who reside at Asgard's edge. I need you to inform the All-Father of this so that they may be protected.
"I also need you to go there and check up on a girl. A young girl by the name of Sigyn. She has long, chocolate brown hair that is usually in rich curls. Her skin is flawless and tan, but not as tan as the other Vanir's. She usually wears these golden, silk dresses with strap sandals. And her eyes. If that is not enough to go on, her eyes are as pure as golden treasures. I swear they glow in the dark. Make sure she is safe and well. If she is crying, comfort her and do me one small favor;" Fighting his restrains so harshly, using all the force he could possibly muster despite the restrictions that claimed him, Loki forced his magic to be free for even just the slightest of moments. In his hands, he had formed a small, purple flower, offering it to Logi. "Leave this on her bed. Her bedchambers are located on the third floor, last door on the right, the one closest to the beach."
Logi removed the flower from Loki's hands, holding it delicately in between his fingers, examining it while smiling sadly. He knew the emotion behind his master's words. Glut had explained them to him, but he dared not to embarrass Loki even further than he already had been. Logi simply bowed his head, swearing to abide by his master's wishes.
"Aye, Master. I shall do so. Anything else you request of me?"
"Just place the muzzle back on me and that shall be all, Logi."
Reluctant to comply, but knowing he had to, Logi picked up the metal muzzle and secured it back upon his master's mouth, concealing Loki's most used feature besides his brain. Logi than stood up from his place upon the floor and climbed back into the hearth, disappearing in a great wave of flames.
Loki took a moment to fight back the tears that pushed at his eyes, blinking them back as he crawled over to the cape on the ground. He picked up the black fabric and began to clean up the rest of the blood that had settled on the floor from his wounds. Once clean and no trace of his mess left behind, Loki crawled over to the hearth and tossed the cape into the burning flames. He kneeled, listening to the great fire sizzle and witnessed as it consumed his friend's cape that had been soaked in his rectum blood.
A few more chapters. So excited! Thank you for being so loyal and reading the story thus far. I hope you enjoyed and feel free to leave a review or message me with any questions, comments, concerns or suggestions. Thank you all again!