Loki woke me with his mouth on me. My eyes opened slowly, reluctantly, as a pleasurable feeling in my neither regions made itself known to me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked down at him, frowning.
"What are you doing?" I asked, bemused.
"Is it not obvious?"
I sighed and fell back onto the bed.
"Loki, I – ahhhhh..."
I tried to talk, I really did, but he was fogging my brain and making it impossible to concentrate. I couldn't even form a coherent sentence, blast it. It was easy for him to get me to orgasm, then, licking his lips, he crawled his way up my body. His green eyes were lit with the fires of hell. He began kissing my neck, and I melted immediately. He took both my wrists and held them in one hand above my head, pinning them to the mattress.
"P – please, Loki," I panted, wriggling in protest.
"What is it you want?" he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "Speak."
His tongue flicked out with just the barest touch of the tip. It was such a light lick, perhaps it was just placed in the right spot, or maybe it was because I had baby skin, but it made me gasp and arch my back.
"I ah fuuuu," I stammered, then moaned.
His other hand had drifted low along my body, and his fingers were firmly massaging my clit. His eyes were intent on my face.
"What was that?"
I glared at him. His tone was slightly taunting, and he was smirking in very smug way.
"Fuck... you..." I managed to get out.
"Ooh, naughty girl," he purred, "But, if you insist..."
Suddenly, chains were on my wrists and held my arms above my head, and he pushed himself abruptly all the way inside me. I hissed and tugged at my chains as he went immediately into a brisk, punishing pace.
"You get wet so quickly," he smirked.
I squirmed, trying to get away, but there was absolutely no way for that to happen. As he held himself up with one hand, the other roamed my body, caressing my soft skin, fondling my breasts and twisting the nipples, and finally, down to massage my clit in determined circles. I clenched my fists, feeling the edge slowly creeping closer to me. Just as I was about to go over, he stopped, withdrawing himself from me completely. I blinked, and my mind took a few seconds to be confused.
"Wait, wha...?"
Loki was still watching me, stroking himself with one hand.
"I could leave you like this," he said in a thoughtful tone, as if musing aloud to himself, "Perhaps decorate your beautiful breasts with my seed."
"But then I would need another shower..." I pouted.
"Perhaps. I could also have you swallow me."
"No," I protested, "I – "
I stopped and bit my lip.
"Yes?"
Stubbornly, I shook my head.
"Go on, little one. Or I will simply walk away and leave you like this, flushed with need and unable to get relief."
I whimpered, squirming desperately, attempting to rub my thighs together to get some friction, but Loki was still between them, keeping them apart.
"Please... please fuck me. Please, Loki."
He shook his head.
"You'll have to do better than that."
This time, I actually whined.
"Loki, please, I need you inside me. I need your long, hard, thick cock in my tight wet pussy. I need to be fucked, to cum on your cock. Please, my king."
Suddenly he was inside me again, making me cry out at the sudden intrusion. The urge to orgasm had backed off a bit when he did, without the constant friction. I moaned as he had his way with me. I felt so small and helpless, his to do with as he pleased, and this thought turned me on even more. In what seemed like seconds, my fourth orgasm of the day crashed into me. Loki came soon after me, kissing me heatedly, swallowing my cries of pleasure. The chains vanished, and as Loki got up, I stretched, flexing my muscles like a cat.
"You'll have to get dressed now, little one," he said when he noticed me snuggling deeper into the bed.
"What?" I said in dismay, looking over at him, "Why?"
He was dressing already.
"We have an announcement to get to," he said, "I found who tried to have you killed."
Oh. That got me up. Before I put clothes on, I wiped the wetness from between my legs, then dressed and combed my sex messed up hair. After I was dressed, Loki put on his Odin illusion, and we headed to the throne room together. There was already an audience, and I faltered a bit, but then Loki shot me a glance, and I jogged a bit to keep up with him. He had me stand beside his throne once we reached the dais, and began to speak to the Asgardians gathered there. I wasn't completely paying attention, because being under the gaze of so many eyes made me uncomfortable. But as his command, the enormous doors at the end of the room opened, and guards dragged in a large black man in chains.
"Heimdall, you are found guilty of attempted murder and treason," Loki said.
I stared at the man. I didn't know him, had never met him before.
"Why?" I asked, without completely meaning to, "What have I ever done to you?"
He didn't answer me, but kept his gaze on Loki-Odin.
"My king, you have always said a Midgardian belongs in Asgard as much as a goat belongs at a banquet table. I knew this girl must have bewitched you somehow and thought if she met her end, so would the spell on you. I am guilty, but of loyalty, not treason."
I stiffened. What? He was crazy, or full of shit, or both. Yes, definitely both. As if I had any magic powers capable of taking over anyone's mind. Loki wasn't having any of it either.
"It is not for you to destroy relations I have taken great care to cultivate with another realm," he said coldly, "How dare you question your king? How dare you think I could be manipulated by some dark sorcery? On top of that, you are tasked with protecting Asgard, but you abandon your duties to pursue this? For your arrogance and negligence, I hereby banish you from Asgard."
My brows rose at the sentence, and Heimdall struggled against his chains.
"My king, please – "
But the guards dragged him away before he could get much further, and Loki dismissed everyone else in the room, then sank slowly onto the throne. I spent a few moments in shocked silence, then looked at him.
"Was he truly behind the attack?" I asked, "Or did you use it as an excuse to be rid of him?"
According to the mythology, Heimdall and Loki were enemies. It wouldn't surprise me if Loki saw it as a convenient way to get rid of one.
"Yes," he said, looking at me curiously, "It is good to be rid of him. But he hates me, and clearly that extends to anyone I hold dear. But unfortunately I couldn't kill him, it would look too suspicious, as he and Odin are close."
I nodded, accepting his explanation. God of lies he might be, I believed him. He had no reason to lie to me, if Heimdall wasn't responsible for the attack and he just used it as an excuse, I didn't care. And if I was still in danger, Loki would be sure to let me know. I was certain that didn't excuse me from my combat lessons with Hogun though. There could be a vast network of people here that wanted me dead, Heimdall was just the tip of the iceberg.
"Come here," he said, extending a hand towards me.
I took his hand warily, thinking I knew what that look on his face meant, but since he wore a different face, it was hard to tell.
"Not with you like that," I hissed low under my breath.
He smirked, the expression out of place on Odin's weathered face, but he dismissed the few remaining guards, and once we were alone with the throne room doors shut behind us, he dropped the illusion. I sank to my knees in front of him, smiling.
"Why do I get the feeling you've been wanting to try this for a while now?" I asked, not really requiring an answer.
It took only a few seconds to free him from his confines, and I looked up at his face as I used one hand to massage and stroke his length. I wanted to take my time with this one. Slowly, I licked from his base to his tip, as if I was enjoying a delicious ice cream, experimenting with the tip of my tongue, then the flat of it. Loki shuddered under my ministrations, and I sank my mouth onto him with the pace of a glacier. Glancing up at him, I saw his knuckled turn white as he gripped the throne, and he was breathing slow and deep through his nose. I fought the urge to smirk, guessing he was having difficulty controlling himself. I savored the taste of him and the feel of him in my mouth, and hummed with satisfaction, eliciting a groan out of his throat. Bit by bit, I moved my mouth up and down on him faster and faster.
Until I heard the door open behind me. I attempted to release his cock from my mouth and get up, but Loki was faster. His hand was against the back of my head, his fingers in my hair before I could get more than halfway off of him, and he began to control my head, and thus, the movements of my mouth. I made a noise of protest and attempted to scramble away from him, but I could go no where. My face burned with embarrassment as he thrust into my mouth quick and deep, bringing tears to my eyes and making it difficult for me to breathe. I grabbed onto his thighs, fingers digging into his flesh desperately as I made choked noises and prayed I wouldn't throw up. I tried to relax my throat and breath through my nose, but my panic was making it difficult to accept his largeness.
Just as I thought I was about to vomit from the intrusion in my throat, he erupted in my mouth, and I swallowed the slightly salty, thick liquid quickly. Only then did he release my head, and I gasped for breath as I scrambled away from him, coughing slightly and struggling to control my gag reflex. Distantly realizing I was shaking, I wiped my eyes and looked over at him. Loki was calming tucking himself back into his pants, and standing up. Shyly, using my hair as a curtain, I peeked between my locks to look over at who had interrupted us. It was a bald man with a dark mustache and beard, dressed in the armor of a warrior. He was staring with his mouth open, eyes darting from me to Loki. Oh, no. Loki! He hadn't turned back into Odin! Instead, he stood glaring at the man.
"What are you doing here? And without a proper introduction?" he growled.
"Uh, I was just... my name is Skurge, and – "
"I did not ask for your name," Loki interrupted impatiently.
"Right. It's just, the other Einherjar and I heard of what happened with Heimdall, and we wanted to assure you we are more than eager to protect Asgard, and you. They selected me to come reassure you of our loyalty."
I put my face in my hands, attempting to hide from Skurge's curious gaze. When a few long moments of silence passed, I peeked through my fingers at Loki, who no longer seemed angry, but thoughtful.
"Is that so?" he said slowly, "As it happens, I am in need of a new gatekeeper. Provided you tell no one who truly rules Asgard, and you warn me immediately should my brother ever return."
Skurge nodded several times very fast, reminding me of a bobble head.
"Absolutely!"
Loki dismissed him, and I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Loki glanced over at me.
"You almost gave me a heart attack!" I wheezed, "What if he tells?"
"He will not. You didn't see because you were too busy not looking at him, but I saw the fear for his life in his eyes."
"Right," I said, "Well, I'm just going to – "
"Eat lunch," Loki finished for me.
I pouted at him.
"None of that. We have a deal, little one."
"Fine," I replied sulkily, getting to my feet, "But you have to eat with me."
"I think we can arrange that," he smiled, giving me a wink and transforming back into Odin.
I sighed and looked at him longingly, wishing this wasn't necessary. But there was nothing I could say to convince Loki to give up this charade. Why he felt taking over Asgard was needed I had no idea, even if Thor wanted nothing to do with it, why did he have to oust Odin? Couldn't he have just stayed on Midgard with me? We had been happy, we could have been just as happy there as we were here. I didn't fully understand his reasons, but I wasn't going to fight him to change things now. It wasn't worth an argument, really.
We walked together to the private dining room, and had a nice lunch. I hadn't realized how hungry I was, after Hogun putting me through my paces and then Loki coming right after and adding to my workout with his sexual appetite, I was simply exhausted. But as soon as I began to eat, it was as if my body suddenly realized how starved it was, and my stomach growled at me for neglecting it. Loki chuckled as I began to ate faster, then reminded me to slow down. Once lunch was over, Loki went back to his own to do list, leaving me to wonder what I should do next.
It was only after lunch, and already I felt like I had lived a full day. I'd had two meals, my workout and training with Hogun, much sex with Loki, and a shower. If I were back home, I'd have work or housekeeping or cooking to occupy myself with. But here, I had none of that, so I went exploring around the palace. When I found a library, I stayed in there for a few hours, reading books of magic. I was rather fascinated to see how it worked, and then I got an idea. Putting the book down so that it lay open, I glanced around to be sure no one was nearby and watching me. Then I attempted the spell in the book. Nothing. I tried again and again with the same result, and eventually, all I had to show for my efforts was a headache. Reluctantly, I put the book back and wandered outside to get some fresh air.
I walked farther than I meant to, and soon found myself in the village closest to the palace. After a while, I realized I was drawing looks for my strange Midgardian dress. From the looks in people's eyes, they knew who I was. No one spoke to me, whether because I was from Midgard, or because they knew I was Loki's lover before he died, I couldn't tell. Did they really believe the nonsense Heimdall was spouting, that I was capable of bewitching people? With a sigh, I turned to go back to the palace, noting that the sun was going down. But I never was good at finding my way without GPS, and so it didn't take me long to discover that I was lost. I began to think of the man that attacked me in Loki's quarters, and thought of how easy it would be for someone to attack me now, out here, alone as I was.
The darkness grew, as did my paranoia. I was soon glancing over my shoulder nervously, taking quick, frenzied steps. Then I heard distant horse hoofs pounding the packed dirt and I froze as I realized they were coming closer. I looked around for a place to hide, assessing my options quickly. There was no place to hide, I doubted I could fight them off, and I had no hope of out running a blasted horse. Best thing I could do was blend into my surroundings as much as possible and hope they wouldn't notice me. It was dark, maybe they wouldn't notice the clearly Midgardian clothing. So I turned away from the approaching horse and walked slowly and calmly. I was just one of the villagers.
"Lady Sarah!" a voice called.
In spite of my determination to blend it, I turned, startled to hear my name. A man dressed in the distinctive armor of a palace guard was riding up to me on a horse.
"Thank the Norns we have found you," he said, "King Odin has had us looking for hours. He feared one of Heimdall's followers got to you."
Oh shit. That's right, I hadn't told Loki where I was going. He was going to be so pissed with me. Still, given recent events, I wasn't so ready to trust this random guard I've never seen before. What if he was one of Heimdall's said followers? But then, my options were limited. I could refuse his assistance in bringing me back to the palace and the waiting Loki, and he could make me come anyway. Even if he didn't carry me off to my scolding against my wishes, what then? I stayed here in this village after dark, where no one knew me or cared about whether I lived or died? There could be worse dangers here. So I nodded and took the guard's extended hand, and he pulled me up onto the horse behind him. My eyes immediately widened at how far away the ground was, and I wrapped my arms around the guard's waist tightly. Then the horse began to move, and I began to pray. I was sure if I hadn't been holding on to the man in front of me, I'd have fallen in an instant and broken my neck. I buried my face in his back as we rode away, keeping up a constant stream of swear words mixed with pleads to be spared. I wasn't keeping track of how much time passed or where we were going, but I was extremely relieved when the horse stopped and I looked up, realizing we were at the palace.
The guard dismounted first, and was ready to catch me when I half fell of the horse. My legs were wobbly, so he had to hold onto me for a few minutes while I got my bearings, my face red with embarrassment. Once I could stand on my own again, he escorted me to the King's chambers. I glanced up at the guard curiously, and he looked at me with a sympathetic expression.
"His Majesty wanted a private word with you," he said gently, "I expect he wouldn't want to subject you to a scolding in front of people in the throne room."
Right. Loki was going to tear me apart, and he didn't want witnesses, that's what was about to happen. The guard clasped me on the shoulder and stepped away, leaving me alone. I stared at the door for a few minutes, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Then I took a deep breath and entered the room. When the door closed behind me, I was plunged into total darkness.