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Sigyn POV

He stands behind me, like a shadow I can feel, but can't see. He opens the door to his chambers. He's already hard as a rock and straining. It's intimidating, but I will do my duty no matter what happens.

I gasp as he scoops me up in his arms. "Welcome to my chambers, Princess", he says, kissing me the way he did before, but now I'm kissing him back with gusto.

His passion is manic, almost mad. I kiss him slower to try to calm him down. We have all night, I tell him silently. We have the rest of our lives.

He carries me to the bed, and I don't even feel it when he puts me down. "I've never asked this before, so...hurry if you want a choice." He drags a hand through thick black hair, then rubs his face in irritation. "Are you SURE? Do you really want..."

"I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you", I tell him, and he gasps, lowering himself on top of me. I don't notice him removing my clothes, but the large heavy lace gown is on the floor already, and his black suit is crumpled in a ball.

Loki POV

I've never felt this way with a woman before. I take what I want, when I want. They all know it. Some of them even admire me for it. But now I'm lost. I know exactly what to do with a woman; I have no idea what to do with a wife.

I did what I did to make myself King. This little blonde creature with more curves than a race track is inconsequential. She's a lay I've been begging for, then she gets returned to Vanaheim, and out of my way. It should take little more than telling her parents who I really am for them to insist she goes with them.

So why don't I want to tell them? I told her and it made no bloody difference. How could she want to be touched...or potentially be impregnated...by a frost giant? Whether I look entirely human or not, I am sub-human and will never be anything else.

But now I can't think of getting rid of her. My stomach turns over at the very idea. I seize her juicy lips and kiss her again. Our tongues mingle. "Those lips of yours have haunted my dreams", I tell her. "But they're not all...I have to see it...I just have to..."

"Hey", she giggles as I flip her over. "Stop!"

"Gods, it's even more perfect than I imagined", I gasp and bite her bottom. She gasps. I bite and suck and nip, then bite her thighs as the top of my head bumps into her delicious cheeks. I lay there, and inhale deeply, closing my eyes. I cannot believe my head is resting on her naked thighs. Wasn't I just dreaming about this? This doesn't happen to me. This is for Thor, perfect Thor. But I push him out of my mind.

"You're a goddess", I confess, flipping her back over. She gasps, and tries to cover herself with her hands. "None of that."

I move her hands out of the way. "These want to be free", I joke, removing her bra, then her panties, and sucking on each nipple until she nearly bucks off the bed. Her snowy white flesh turns peony pink under my fingers, lips, and teeth. I smile watching her skin bloom beneath my hands, my tongue.

"Mine. MINE, MINE, MINE", I growl, kissing over her stomach, down her thighs, then up to her neck, and down to her breasts, where I bury my face. I never want to move. This is my home.

Nothing, you see...no one...has ever really been mine before. Everything is stolen, stolen moments, stolen pleasures, stolen crowns, nothing is for me. But she is, she's mine. MY WIFE. An odd feeling rushes through me.

I had planned on taking her hard, rough, you know, just to let her know who she's dealing with—who is King. Maybe hurt her... a little I mean. That would serve her right. And make her go home willingly. Isn't that how I said it would be...isn't that what I told her it was like to be with me? But I just can't do it.

But I...just as the thought is flooding my brain, I feel myself change. Odd. All it took was the thought.

"Loki?", she asks. "Where?"

I can see the look on her face when she hears the hiss. She looks down to see a green snake with dark brown and white markings slithering over her thighs.

"Gods!", she screams, and tries to jump away, but then stops herself. "L...Loki?"

Sigyn POV

Gods, what is he up to now?! If he means to frighten me, it's not working. My mouth is hanging open, but I'm nowhere near ready to stop.

The hiss terrifies me, but I keep reminding myself this wicked little serpent is my husband.

He opens his mouth and a long red tongue rolls out, then splits into two. I gasp, but will myself not to move. I lay back on the pillows as he gets closer...and closer. One long red tongue inserts itself within me and I gasp so loud I think we're going to wake up the whole palace. The other tongue makes circles on my clitoris. Demon! The man is a demon.

I can almost hear his laughter. "Gods...no, stop." He stops. "Don't stop!", I yell, and hear his cackle in my mind. Over and over, one tongue ever deeper, the other one licking, slithering, and vibrating in exactly the right spot.

I cum faster and harder than ever before in life, then again. I take a few deep breaths and cum again. Again. Again. "Loki!", I cry out, bucking on the bed.

"Yes, my dear?", he asks, materializing into himself. "Enjoy that a bit, did we?"

"Come here!", I shout, pushing him onto his back.

"Hey, wait", he starts, but I successfully flip him onto his back.

His long, lean legs are pure muscle. I slide up them and straddle him. Oh Gods, ow...I scream. "Oh...wow, that hurts, give me a second..." I plead.

"Wait a second...wait...wait just a second. Are you...I guess "were" you...really a virgin?", he asks, in disbelief.

"Of course", I inform him.

"Gods", he pants, "And I'm taking...I'm your first?"

"My first", I laugh, trying not to show how much it hurts, "My first and my last. Ow, oh shit, that burns."

"Ohhhh...sorry, could have told you it's deeper that way...uh..." He stops as I start to rock back and forth. I take his hands and he threads his long thin fingers through mine.

"You cannot give this to me", he insists. His trim body isn't skinny so much as narrowly toned. I lean down to kiss his chest. The biceps in his arms are cut sharply.

"I'm a true princess and I married a true prince", I remind him. "This is for you. It's all for you."

He looks me over, head to toe, and squeezes my hips. "You are my fantasy come to life...I don't know what to do...this isn't the way this was supposed to go..."

I wonder what that means, as his eyes roll back in his head. "Sigyn!", he shouts out and pride rushes through me. I made this incredible creature feel something that is making him scream out my name.

"Sigyn! Sigyn!", he cries out, cumming hard over and over. He pants and pulls out, still rock hard.

"Gods", I say. I've never heard of a man still being...

"It's going to be a long night, wife", he says, throwing me on my back, and grinning as he plunges inside me again.

The burning pain continues, but I desire him so much, it starts to ebb. "Open your legs further, open up, relax your bottom...that perfect bottom", he croons against my ear. He plunges deep like a velvet sword. "Better?" I nod my head.

We make love all night—loud, fast, crazy at first, then sweet, slow, soft...over and over.

I'm sitting up against the pillows as he kisses me again. My lips will be bruised and bright red in the morning.

His head dips between my legs again and I scream at what feels like a blade. His tongue has become a knife. "Ow, what are you?... ow! Loki?"

He gets up and gets me a small hand mirror. "Loki, what are you doing? That hurt!" I insist.

On the inside of my right thigh is a small mark, almost like a brand he cut into my flesh. It's dripping blood. "The Ourobouros", he states.

Two snakes twisted together to make an "S.". Scandinavians who worshipped Loki sometimes got this cut or brand that represented the cult of Loki. It's his symbol. I should hate this, it's thoroughly misogynistic. He branded me? Really?

His head dips down and he licks up the blood from my thigh. "MINE", he repeats fiercely. I just yank him into my arms again.