"Sir, we've got a positive identification of Loki from the surveillance cameras on Stafford town in Staffordshire County," a young male agent informed to director Fury. "A 78 percent match, sir. No, 95 percent."

Nick Fury stepped behind the agent, taking a look at the computer screen that showed a still image from a security surveillance camera where Loki was leisuring around in front of some fancy place. "Caught you!" Fury grunted, satisfied, and contacted agent Coulson who was out there in the field.

The S.H.I.E.L.D.'s flying air base, the Helicarrier, flew somewhere high above the Atlantic Ocean, ready to send more backup for the Coulson's team if needed. Agent Phil Coulson answered quickly and Fury told him about Loki's current location, sent him the exact coordinates with a wishes to bring that goddamn deity down.

Inside the Quinjet agent Coulson ended the call and cast his gaze at Natasha Romanoff who was piloting their aircraft. "Agent Romanoff, could you please take us to the town of Stafford. Loki was spotted there just a minute ago having a ball."

"Roger that!" Natasha Romanoff said and a wicked smile curved her lips. No-one who hurts her friends would get away with it without being punished. She owed that to Clint Barton.

Tony Stark and Thor had been sitting opposite Coulson in the cabin, Tony speed fixing his Ironman suit that was scattered in parts all over the floor of the Quinjet. Tony jumped on his feet, getting suiting up again. "Great! My suit might just last that long. Let's go get that mean bastard!" he declared, eager to end this time wasting searching trip.

"Do not mock my brother!" Thor said in a rough tone. No matter what Loki had done Thor didn't want to hear mortals talking about him in so disgraceful manner.

"Well sorry! Let me reframe that; let's go apprehend that ill-mannered godling. Now, how's that?"

Thor had gotten a chance to meet with the man inside the strange metal suit and he found Tony Stark an arrogant and slightly irritating little man who, in his opinion, took things too lightly. The god of thunder looked a bit surprised that the mortals had actually found his brother. "How did your people find him?" Thor asked from Coulson.

"He's not really keeping a low profile."

"That is very unlike him," Thor murmured.

"Well, maybe he's not that low-key you have thought him to be!" Tony Stark grinned and got only Thor's annoyed frown. "What? You didn't get the joke? Low-key sounds like… Oh, forget it!"

… …

The third floor's room number 309 located on the end of a long corridor and was apparently a honeymoon suite, decorated beautifully with white antique furnitures, fresh flowers, long white curtains, romantic paintings and a large four-poster bed. From the window opened a picturesque view to the garden. After entering into their room, Emma stood on her place taken aback by the sight of it. It was amazingly beautiful. It was way much more than she could have ever asked for from a hotel room, even from a honeymoon suite. It could have suited for royals. She so not belonged there. It wasn't Caribbean but otherwise it was simply perfect.

When she heard Loki closing the door behind her and locking it, she suddenly fell in a bit of a panic, realizing the mess she had gotten herself into. It just then occurred to her that they were about to share a room and apparently a bed together. Yes, they had already shared days and nights together by the pure necessity to survive. They'd shared passionate kisses in which she had been driven by an adrenaline kick. And a few times they have been all over each other, the whole thing feeling like a lengthened foreplay, but now she was terrified, thinking she should have drank more of that scotch to get herself senseless. She knew so little of him, except that he was a dangerous but beautiful alien who had turned her whole world upside-down. And she had let him do that.

"At last. No one will bother us now," Loki spoke softly in a dark tone, loosening his black tie and pulling it off. He was unaccustomed with these mortal's clothes and he would have preferred to change back into his own clothing.

Emma turned to face him. Oh great, he was already undressing! She would have wanted to took a few steps backward but felt frozen. "That's... great," she whispered nervously and tried to smile. "Are you sure Damien wasn't following us? He's a sweet kid, a bit weird and scary, but nice. A kind of like you… um… in a good way."

Even without her silly and nervous chattering Loki could sense her being anxious. So was he, but he couldn't tell why. This was what he had been longing for; finally some peace and quiet and just the two of them. "Are you nervous, my Valkyrie?"

"No," Emma said trying to sound brave but failed. "Yeah, a little bit." She swallowed. Her nervousness was completely his doings but she didn't want to admit it. "I was just pondering should we expect someone else to crash through a window? I mean, I've already met your mother and brother. Do you happen to have an uncle or a little cousin who holds a grudge against you? And… then there's the S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"I assure you we do not have to worry about any of them tonight," Loki said and removed his black jacket and draped it over the back of a chair with his tie.

Even though black was certainly the color he was born to wear, his white long-sleeve shirt along with the green vest made him looking more approachable. Emma just stared at him a while admiring. Then she tried to think of something reasonable to say, glancing around, the massive four-poster bed capturing her attention. "Okay, no worries… So, which side of the bed would you prefer?"

Loki grinned, moving closer to her. "You pick a side. I will be on top of you."

So, they knew that joke in Asgard too! Emma gasped but let out a nervous laugh and Loki chuckled a bit with her. He knew she didn't always agree with him and she kept challenging him as though she thought they were equal, but he liked that. And as he saw it, she had earned her right to disagree with him on their troublesome journey. She was different than anyone he'd ever met and those two sides she possessed fascinated him. He would have so wanted to set that lovely beast of hers loose and see what she truly was capable of.

Slowly his grin faded away and the gaze in his emerald eyes was turning into an uncertain, a sort of waiting look. "No more tricks, I promise. This is just us… you and I. Will you let me touch you, Emma?" he asked in a smooth voice, offering his left hand to her like asking her for a slow dance. "May I hold you close tonight?"

For someone who had been playing mean tricks on her, grabbing her roughly and dangling her over an icy abyss, he made his offering sounding irresistible. She couldn't tell how much it meant to her that he had asked her permission to touch her. His eyes were an invitation and she took a step closer to him. Hesitating only a little, she placed her hand on his, whispering a cautious "yes".

With one more step Loki moved near her. His hand was gentle and warm as he lifted her small hand with his, their fingers entwining and interlocking like sealing a promise. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, "and yet so fierce." His free hand touched her golden hair, caressing her cheek and moving on the back of her head as he lowered his face to hers. She was much shorter than him but he didn't let it bother. Their foreheads touched, Loki closing his eyes for that small moment, waiting for her to make her move. He could sense she was shivering and he found it winsome and cute.

Emma had loved to kiss him. She had loved the way he had felt. She had paid attention to his scent a few times before, and he smelled heavenly good, divine. His scent was peculiar and enticing, cotton candy mixed with the heaven and the ocean, sweet and strong and masculine, something you couldn't buy in a bottle or couldn't really define. And his forehead against hers, he was like a star pulling her off from her orbit. No, he was pulling her towards him with a force of a black hole and she was unable to resist his attraction. She lifted her chin, letting her mouth to find his, and she closed her eyes. Her arms found their own way up on his shoulders. She needed something to hold on because it felt like her knees were giving in at any moment as she was giving into a long kiss that started gently and kept building up lust and desire like a rolling snowball. He had brought out the side of her that she had been holding back. He had tamed her fear of being touched, and she really liked his gentle touch. It made her melt when he put his hands around her waist and pulled her near.

Kissing and caressing each other as if they would have been dancing, they made their way slowly closer to the bed, Loki pulling off her jacket, Emma letting him do the leading. His hands traveled onto her hips, slid down on her thighs to lift her skirt up and picked her up in his arms, letting her legs wrapping around his waist. He loved the way she responded to him. He loved the way her body felt against his, and the hard swelling down in his pants couldn't agree more. He couldn't believe he was doing this. It was just a couple of days ago he had been ready to given up living, and now he couldn't get enough of feeling alive with her. In her embrace he felt like he would have been born again, all his troubles leaving him.

Emma's back bumped against the column of the bed and she pulled off from his lips to take breath. "Loki?" she panted, her voice trembling as he kept kissing her.

"What?" he whispered into her mouth, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, holding her with the other against the massive bed column. He was burning for her. And knowing that she wanted to be his, made him desiring her even more. He was drowning into the feeling, his body aching for her.

Loki kissing her neck made her closing her eyes, feeling overwhelmed with the sensation and his sweet seduction, but she forced herself thinking clearly for one more second. "I tried to be a reasonable adult, so I sneaked into the men's room, while you were with Damien, and broke in to a condom vending machine," she said with a whisper, pulling out three condoms that she had been carrying in her bras. Like that was suppose to sound of a behavior of a reasonable adult? At least she had thought of being prepared for everything. "You do know what a condom is, don't you?"

Loki lifted his mouth from her neck and gazed at her looking utterly confused like a lost puppy. "Of course," he whispered panting lightly.

"That's great."

"But why would you mention something like that now? You are not making any sense."

"Because… I want you to wear it."

Loki shook his head bewildered. "What?"

"If you're refusing to use it, then we're not going to do this."

Loki let out a sigh mouth open, his forehead furrowed, his eyes moving in an uncertainty as if trying to imagine that. "Hell yes, I am refusing!"

"W-why?"

"How am I even supposed to do that?"

Emma stared at him as much puzzled as he was. Were they even talking about the same matter? "You do have a place for it, don't you?" she asked, her gaze dropping down below his waistline. "Don't tell me that you're like a Ken doll from down there."

"Now you are being a bit pervert," Loki gasped. "How am I supposed to wear a 30 tons heavy boulder while I am bedding you?"

"Huh?"

"The ancient people of Vanaheim used a boulder called Condom to sacrifice dogs on it. I can not see how that would fit here..."

"Oh?" Emma gasped, at first confused but then barely keeping up her poker face. She dropped off from his arms and squeezed herself out between him and the column picking up his hand and placing the condoms on his palm. "These are condoms! I'm going to give you a moment to figure out what to do with them. I need to take a quick shower!" she said and left with hurry to the bathroom.

"W-why?" Loki followed her with his gaze taken aback like he would have been rudely dumped, then glancing down at his palm at the three very small packages.

Just as the door slammed close behind her, he heard the shower turned on and Emma's hysterical giggling that seemed to continue for a while, the sound of pouring water failing to conceal it. He loved that laughter and he wished she wouldn't have gone anywhere. He couldn't help but to chuckle for their mutual misunderstanding and the delightful sound of her laughter. It sounded like she was truly having fun in there.

He conjured his outfits back to his own Asgardian clothing and the jacket he had thrown off turned into his green cloak on the back of the chair. He peeled himself from his long, sleeveless leather jacket and a green tunic. He couldn't wait to feel her body against his. He liked to play with a thought that she was pristine even he had his doubt about that, since she used so coarse language for a woman and her fear of a touch spoke on its own language. Not mentioned the way she kissed him with such a passion. There were no traces of innocent left in those burning kissed. And still he wanted to see her as an unspoiled maiden, only to be his, and he wasn't going to let her slip from his grasp again before he had done things to her no-one had ever done before. Giving that another thought with a wicked smile, he conjured his long scarf back to his hands and tossed it on the bed for just in case he would have to tie her up. He felt his Jotun blood boiling with anticipation. He shouldn't have let her escape at all.

As a prince of Asgard there had been strict rules to binding him and his behavior but as a trickster he had found a way to circle those and only on a couple of occasions seek out his pleasure from the beds of the Asgardian ladies by taking the form of their lovers. In those times he had been much younger and foolish and it had been selfish, meaningless, no emotions attached act of relieving his burning fleshly cravings. But this was different. Never had he taken anyone just being himself, and now it terrified him, not having the shelter given by a false identity. He had grown fond of Emma in a short time, and it was making it more difficult. On the outside he might have given an impression of being fully certain about himself, intimidatingly calm even, but inside he was wary and shy in matters of showing affection such as this. Intimacy had always been his problem. He had never let anyone this close before and it was arousing and terrifying at the same time.

He sat on the side of the bed, kicked off his boots and took one of the small wrappers she had given to him, studying it a moment and then ripping the wrapper open. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? he pondered, bemused, staring at the thin rubber roll between his fingers. "Ohh..." he let out a sigh, reaching to a sudden conclusion. She couldn't seriously expect him to wear a ridiculous thing like that around his...

He returned from his thoughts as he heard an angry knocking from the door. It was rather late and they weren't expecting anyone as far as he knew. The S.H.I.E.L.D. already? he pondered, worried, even he doubted they would come knocking. With hasty steps he moved on the side of the doorway, conjuring an illusion of himself standing in front of the door, pulling out his daggers with magic and then opening the door, waiting that someone to step in to his trap, lifting his daggers up.

"I googled the word varmint! That wasn't very nice thing to say!" Damien's upset voice said as the boy talked to his illusion.

Loki narrowed his eyes in annoyance, recognizing the voice, taking a cautious peek from behind the wall at the boy who was standing in the corridor, his arms crossed over his tiny chest. "What are you doing here?" Loki asked whispering, conjuring his daggers and his decoy illusion away.

Damien looked surprised staring at him and the other Loki who just vanished before his eyes. "Um… Is this a bad time?" the boy asked, his voice sounding less upset and more confused now.

Only a glint of a smile visited on Loki's lips. "Yes, this is a very, very bad time," he reassured, glancing over his shoulder at the bathroom's direction, standing on the other side of the doorway, topless and without his shoes. "Why are you not in bed? Did we not agree a moment ago that you will leave me in peace?"

"Well yes. But I thought it would be fair to ask you; can I put the video of your magic tricks into my Youtube-channel?"

Loki had no idea what the boy had asked him. "Well, I guess you do what you must," he murmured, shooting a glare down at him, "if you will just go, now!" he whispered in a dark tone.

Damien let out a small chuckle at his attempt of a threat. "Oh, thanks. You are funny! I bet the video will get a million views. Good night, Loki!" the boy said excited and was already leaving but turned back. "Did Emma like the smurf?"

"I have not given it to her yet. Good night, minion."

"She seems nice… even she has a drinking problem."

Loki frowned, pondering bewildered where the boy had gotten a ludicrous idea like that in his mind. "What? She does not have a drinking problem!"

"Oh? Well, that's great! Nana said that she might because you seemed so upset about her after your show."

Loki gritted his teeth lightly. So much for trying to be subtle! "Well, she does not. And I am not upset about her. I like her."

"Me too!" Damien looked up at Loki like trying to think of something to continue their talk and Loki tried to subtly tell to the young one to leave. "Oh... Would you like to see my grandpa's horses tomorrow?"

The god of mischief rolled his eyes, running his hand over his head. The boy must have been truly lonely to come for him in the late evening to have a chat. "Maybe. Tomorrow. But do not come to bother me again tonight, alright?" he said closing the door rudely in front of Damien.

He waited a moment, leaning his bare back and head against the door. "I know you are there, Damien, I can hear you breathing!" he said through to door to the boy. He waited another moment, heaving a sigh and closing his eyes. He had a flashback from those times him being eight years old and sneaking to talk with Odin at the night after Thor had fallen asleep just to get a moment to have his father's full attention.

"I still know you are there even when you are holding your breath. Fine! I shall see you, in the first light. You have my word," Loki promised in a softer voice.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning. Good night!"

... ...

The Quinjet circled above the town of Stafford, guarding its nightlife, and quickly by the given coordinates found what they were looking for.

"There's our boy!" Natasha informed to Coulson as she was taking the aircraft lower.

Coulson started down at the alighted streets where three people were walking towards a small park next to a church. "We have a visual contact with the target. All units, he is moving along Earl Street to north. Proceed with caution! There are civilians involved!" agent Coulson talked to his radiophone.

"Alright! Let's go nail that guy! I'm missing my hot dates because of him," Tony Stark's voice answered as he was already out flying in his armor.

Thor grabbed his hammer and glanced at the agents, stepping closer to the closed rear hatch. "Open this! I am going after him," the god of thunder said, preparing to face his brother again.

"Let me take this lower first," Natasha suggested.

"There is no need. Just open the hatch, please."

The area was secured, the Quinjet hovering above a tiny green garden and Thor approaching the people from behind striding along the street.

A tall man, looking exactly like Loki, walked self-satisfied with two young ladies, one in both arms talking and laughing with them. They all stopped in awe when they noticed the aircraft and then the Ironman landing in front of them.

"Loki, drop your weapons and stand down!" agent Romanoff's voice ordered from the Quinjet's loudspeakers.

"Respect, man!" the Loki yelped with an astonished voice to the Ironman, holding on his girls under his arms.

"You remember me, Joker?" Tony Stark asked in an annoyed tone, getting his weapons activated and aiming at the puzzled man. "Evening ladies. If you'll excuse us, we have some settling up to do with the big guy here!"

The ladies saw it wiser to move away in a fright, running along the street where a couple of agents were waiting.

"Oh, come on, loves! Don't go now!" the man shouted after them in a pitying tone in a British accent, seemingly very drunk, staggering a bit.

Thor slowed down his hasty steps as he approached the man, passing by a bright yellow car. He could tell already from a distant that something fishy was going on with the man who looked like his brother but sounded nothing like him, and the way the man carried himself hadn't anything Loki-alike in it.

"This is not my brother!" Thor stated to Tony Stark as he reached by the man's side, giving him a short valuating look.

"Wow, you're a huge block!" the man exclaimed noticing Thor.

"What do you mean?" Tony asked from Thor, they both gathering around the man.

Thor placed his hand on the man's shoulder as he was to explain that Loki had a straighter posture but when he did that the illusion faded away and exposed the youngster's true appearance changing him back a few inches shorter, short-haired and skinnier young man. (You remember the guy who was shouting rude suggestions to Emma? This is that guy.)

"Hey, no touching, mate! Oh no! Ohhh… Why did you do that for?" the youngster whined, disappointed, touching his hair and face that was his own again. "I was about to get laid with two birds! Why did you have to come to spoil it from me?"

Tony opened his vizier, staring at the youngster severely pissed off. "Damned! I can't believe it! Loki fooled us again!"

"Why were you looking like Loki?" Thor asked from the youngster.

"Yeah… I was going to get lucky with those birds…"

Thor took a grip from the young man's jacket's collar, demanding answers. "Why were you looking like that? Where did you meet that man who changed your looks? Tell me!"

"I've not met anyone… I swear… I got here with my friends a couple of hours ago and when I got out from my mate's car I turned looking like that. At first I was a freaking scared… I was going to shit myself. I swear I was going to jump down from a bridge… but then when the ladies were starting to clinging on me like I'd have been the fucking Hugh Hefner I thought what the hell. It was like a god's gift, you know, like in that Jim Carrey movie the Bruce Almighty, when the block gets the god's powers. I was a god, mate!"

"I assure you, you were not a god!" Thor grunted and turned away, lifting his gaze up at the night sky. "Where are you, Loki?" he murmured.

… …

Emma stood under the shower, finally alone, finally getting a decent wash with hot water. It had been a while she had have a chance to use as much of hot water as she would have wanted. There hadn't been that luxury in the Greenland's facilities where the shower could took only two minutes max. She thought about Loki who was waiting just behind the door. He was going to bed her. What the hell? Who ever used that kind of expression now days? It sounded creepy, like he would have been planning to force himself on her.

"Shit! I can't do this… I don't even know the guy," Emma hissed feeling anxious and uneasy.

Was she really going go through this? Since there hadn't been any window in the bathroom she was trapped, unable to escape this time. She turned to water to ice cold, feeling her breathing nearly stopping for a second until her body adapted to it fast. It didn't feel the same though, the adrenaline kick wasn't the same anymore with the quick change of temperatures as if had used to be. She turned the water back to the warm and closed her eyes, wanting to remain in the shower the whole night. Knowing that was not an option, she decided to take the bull by the horns and let it happen. She was not going to die as a virgin. She let out a small laugh after that thought of the bull and horns. So fitting for Loki. Was she going to take Loki by his horns? Maybe he could put his helmet on in bed. That would have been wicked!

As she was about to turn off the water she had that feeling again that she wasn't there alone. It almost made her freeze since she had locked the door. She got a glimpse in the corner of her eye that Loki joined her in the shower. With one quick glance over her shoulder proved it right. He stepped behind her, fully undressed and well equipped by the looks of it. No reason for the size issues there!

With a gasp Emma turned her face away from him, unable to speak. She felt her heart racing as he put his hands on her shoulders, moving so close to her that their naked bodies touched. It was like a jolt of adrenaline. She felt his hard erection against her back and it nearly made her scream. Oh, Jesus Christ! If he was going to fit that log of his inside of her she was going to die!

"What are you doing here?" she whispered because she couldn't speak any louder, the anxiousness latching her voice.

"I hope you do not mind. I grew tired of waiting," Loki whispered, pressing his cheek against her wet hair, letting himself too get wet under the pouring water, taking great pleasure in of the sensation of having her warm bare body against his. There wasn't any other place in the world he would have rather been on that moment than there with her. And once he had gotten rid off the boy, he had spent a while watching at her in the shower by unveiling himself with an illusion, approving what he saw.

"I… mind…" Emma kept sighing unable to think clearly. "Look, you must understand that I don't normally do this."

"Take a shower?" Loki teased, speaking to her ear over her shoulder.

Emma let out a small uneasy laugh. "No. I mean getting naked with someone I barely know." She swallowed, his big hands fondling her arms as she tried to cover herself. "Or making… love…"

Loki smiled fondly to that. "Is this love we are making?" he asked, sensing how his touch made her tremble and her voice quivering but she didn't ask him to stop.

The way he spoke in his honey voice was like whisperers of a fallen angel, tempting her into a forbidden game. "I… don't… know… You tell me!" How could have she known what love supposed to feel like. There hadn't been any love in her life in eight years, only hatred that had turning into indifference within time. What she felt with him was the closest thing to love she knew.

"My dear, you are shivering. Let me hold you until you feel safe with me," Loki said softly wrapping his arms around her.

Emma took note she was panting, unable to control her quickened breathing, his hands caressing her on their way down to her waist, making her trembling even more. She was afraid to turn, being naked in front of him, feeling more vulnerable than ever. Closing her eyes as his mouth caressed down on her neck, she mustered up her courage, feeling the heat taking a hold of her. Take the bull by the horns! she told to herself. "I'll take you by the horns," she murmured whispering, her face turning towards him, her mouth meeting up with his.

"Oh, you just do that," Loki whispered back into her mouth with a smile, turning her around towards him, kissing her under the pouring water where they were melting into as one.

Sharing his smile and giving into the feeling, her hands traveled on his shoulders. She knew that the ardent attraction between them were more physical than anything else, pulling them toward each other like nothing else she had ever faced. She couldn't fight it, nor did she want to. On that moment he felt the safest thing there was.

Loki wanted to feel every part of her, claiming her whole body to his own. His hands wandered on her naked frame, exploring her as he washed her gently, and he let her wash him with soap, his hair and his body, as if it would have been a part of some sort of ritual cleansing, an ablution before the act itself. He guided her small hands when she felt too shy to continue on her own. And she couldn't do much but to go with him, and with her emotions and those were running wild inside of her. She studied his slender but muscular, tall body, admiring him while her hands roamed on him with a will of their own. He had no flaws, no scars, and only a couple of moles. He was simply perfect, his pale skin never been kissed by the sun.

She was in no state to resist him when he turned off the shower, wrapped her in a soft towel and picked up in his arms. There was one more gift he had for her waiting just behind the door as he carried her out of the bathroom.

"What happened to the room?" Emma asked overly amazed, her gaze wandering around in the space that wasn't anymore their hotel suite but a spectacular sight from a long sandy beach by a seaside. The perfect illusion of a palmy beach was basking in the breathtaking shades of reds, oranges and pinks of the setting sun, the scenery around it compellingly beautiful with high mountains rising from somewhere far behind the forest and the waves of the blue sea gently caressing the shore. The only thing left from the room was the four-poster bed that stood on the white sand under the darkening open sky. And they both being wet after the shower felt like they would have just taken a swim in the sea.

Loki glanced around at his illusion and returned then his eyes back at her. "I promised you a sunset, didn't I?"

"You did this for me?" Emma asked, tender emotions filling her voice.

"Please, do not cry now," Loki said with a small smile, carrying her onto the bed and laying down there with her. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." Emma brushed his wet, strayed raven hair behind his ear and stroked his cheek with her fingers as he lied next to her on his side leaning to his elbow. "No one has ever done anything this wonderful for me. Loki, thank you. This is amazing. You are amazing," she said, admiring the dreamlike beach and mostly him by her side. By the god, he was perfect. There was no other word to describe him, and he was making her feel so very special. "I've never felt like this with anyone."

He touched her burning cheek with the back of his fingers, trailing his fingers over her chin, teasingly slowly down to her neck and over the dip in her neck, heading even lower, unwrapping her towel, enjoying the intense reactions it seemed to bring to her. "Nor have I. You make me feel alive like I would have been reborn by the Eternal Flame," he sighed and leaned to claim her lips once again, her touches on his wet skin were like the burning kisses of the Eternal Flame itself.

He couldn't get enough of her lips, kissing her while lying on the bed with her, his hand continuing its journey on her, caressing her small but perfect breasts, down over her belly and slowly between her thighs as she opened them for him. Emma let out a silent moan into his mouth, his fingers discovering her most sacred part, finding her ripe and wet. She could swear that Loki was smiling as he was kissing her, his cheeks rising with that smug grin of his. He let his finger slip inside of her, touching her softly and he loved the way she responded to his touch, opening to him even more. They being whole different races, he had wanted to ensure their compatibility in the physical level. Checked! But she felt so very tight it made him pondering would he ever fit in there.

"Loki," Emma panted, her cheeks burning red, gazing into his eyes timidly, "I know it's so lame, but I'm 25 and I've never done this before."

He stopped and looked at her, his wet hair hanging down on the sides of his face towards her. "You are a virgin?" he asked actually sounding a bit surprised even that was what he would have wanted. Her vulgar language and her kissing had given him a reason to think otherwise. He swallowed and gathered himself quickly. "I never expected anything else from an unmarried young woman like you."

Emma tried not to squirm in the building up lust, his fingers making magic on her. "Oh, you're such a liar or then you don't know very much about the Earth's girls."

"I think I know enough..." He took a nervous breath, the sensation of bedding a maiden who had never lain with a man before arousing him and scaring him at the same time. The most insane thought popped up into his mind; he should have married her first. "Are you certain you want to do this, Emma? If you want to stop, then please, ask me to stop now, not when I am inside of you."

His hesitation and concern of her made her wanting him even more. "I want to do this with you, Loki."

"Then I will make you mine," he said simply and shivering as he could feel and hear that she was more than willing for him. She wanted to become his and that was all he wanted to know. He rolled on top of her, settling between her opened legs, pulling her knees up and guiding her with his subtle moves. She was all and completely his.

"Wait! I want to make this safe. You do have the protection, don't you?" Emma asked with a slight of concern, staring up into his emerald eyes as he lowered himself on her.

There was no more turning back from it. "You are perfectly safe with me, with your king," he whispered, a fervent tone in his dark voice as he entered into her slowly, fearing that he would break her.

Emma gasped clutching onto his arms like a drowning as he was taking the remains of her innocence, fully and hard, invading her, and she had opened the gates for him. "Ah… no, I meant..."

His heated kiss cut off her sentence, Emma moaning into his mouth, her hands grabbing a tight hold on his back. Loki had to fight his own urges and held himself back not to enter her too forcefully but to make his way softly into the unspoiled maiden. Her nails dug deeper into his skin on his back and she whimpered under him, her eyes closed, making him feeling himself being the cruelest tormentor she had ever faced and he wasn't even completely there yet. His mouth left hers and he stopped, gazing down at her in concern.

"Emma, look at me. Tell me, am I hurting you too much?" he sighed, his voice trembling too. The hardest part was to hold himself back. "Please, do not ask me to stop now."

Emma opened her eyes slowly, meeting up his gaze, shivering all over. She had known it might hurt at the first time but she hadn't ever imagined that it would hurt so much. He felt heavy on her, more heavier than she had expected him to be. She could have never found enough strength to push him off but she had no reason to do that. "Then don't stop. It hurts, yes. Please, gently..." she whispered, her words dropping from her lips one by one in the pace of her fast breathing.

With her consent Loki continued as she had begged, gently. He kissed her fiercely, breathing in the same air with her, overwhelmed with the sensation of the way she felt against him, around him, feverishly making love to her, trying to be as gentle as he could. The deeper he got in her, the harder he got, and if he would have been simply seeking out for his own satisfaction he could have reached into that easily. And if he would have known what kind of pleasure a mortal could give him he would have paid a little visit to Earth aeons ago. Maybe he wasn't ruling this realm yet, but he certainly ruled her world, so completely that she had no means to defy him.

Slowly it begun feeling easier, she was tight around him, but he could sensed it that she was beginning to enjoy of him just as if she would have adjusted to him. He wondered if her body would have been able to adapt even to something like this. She responded to his every thrust with such an appreciation that he didn't want to take his eyes off her. With every sweet moan, with every eager move of her hips in his rhythm made him wanting to go on harder just to get another moan, another thrust of her own against him. Her hands traveled on his back, clutched on him and kept going, stroking him and digging her nails in his skin leaving her own markings on him.

The way he took her was a mixture of pleasure and pain, a sweet torment that she gave into completely, anchoring her legs around his waist. She couldn't control of herself and for a small moment she feared that he was truly bringing her beast-side out. What he did to her felt amazing. It felt like she would have had a god between her legs. She almost laughed to that in ecstasy, realizing that she actually did have a god inside of her, and with every thrust he claimed her, he owned her like a king.

Loki heard her breathing quickening, she was panting under him and he knew he was doing something right. And it excited him to the wildest measures. He heard her small whispers of 'oh god' and he wanted her to know exactly who she was being with. "Say my name, Emma!" he spoke into her ear with his dark voice. He wanted to hear her saying it.

His husky voice made her fall. "Loki!" she kept panting his name in his pace like she would have been chanting the most powerful spell to unlock the secrets of the infinity.

The god of mischief had thought he could have gone on all night but when she reached to the top, her hands taking a firm grip from his buttocks to stop him escaping from her like she would have owned him and her insides convulsing in a violent rhythm around him, she was forcing him to come along. The illusion around them faded away, bringing back the room they were in. The whole world could have burned in flames, in the fires of Ragnarok, around them but he wouldn't have cared a damn. All he felt was her, hot and fierce, evidently seized by her inner darkness that he had lured out. He followed her as she pulled him with her into the mindless abyss of vast gratification. He fell down into a small Valhalla with her, low grunts and groans of pleasure escaping from the depths of his throat, him pulsing inside of her.

When he found strength enough he withdrew from her and lowered himself a bit, but remained between her legs, slumping his head resting on her chest, closing his eyes and listening the race of her heart that slowed down little by little. She was a beautiful little mortal who had made a god to fall and for that he couldn't have been more grateful. He felt good being there, her hands caressing his hair, petting him softly. She felt like a small piece of heaven he had conquered, and he wouldn't have ever wanted leave.

Emma lied in silence under him basking in a euphoric afterglow, so sore but gratified. She had never felt anything like that. Not in her wildest fantasies she could have ever thought that it would be something so fierce, rough and pleasurable at the same time. She hadn't had any idea what it was to be a woman until now. She stroked his black, long hair. It was all she was capable of, him lying heavily on top of her. Now she knew why the term was a Frost Giant, she smiled to herself, pondering had he broken something inside of her. She felt herself healing, the aching in her abdomen leaving her, but then bittersweet tears filled her eyes and she felt like crying, the variety of emotions running through her.

The reality was pulling Loki back from the dreamlike state of sweet forgetfulness when he heard her soft sobs. When he opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was the small wrappers on the floor she had given him and only then realized the real purpose for those. It only then occurred to him that he had released his Jotun seeds inside of her. It was alright, he was going to marry her, he considered, coming up with a weak solution for the problem.

Leaning onto his forearms he lifted his head to meet her tear-filled gaze, a sweet concern seizing his emerald eyes, fearing he had read her signs all wrong and taking advantage of her vulnerable state like a savage. "Oh… Emma, I am sorry. I am so sorry… I am a fool…" he whispered in a sorry tone, getting on all fours and crawling by her side, touching her face.

Emma smiled at him a bit, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand and turning towards him. "Loki, you have no reason to be sorry about. It is just this typical silly me…" she whispered, caressing his cheek tenderly, seeing the emotions sweeping thought his eyes. "It is just that I never thought that I could let anyone this close. I've been afraid so long… about what I am… But I'm not afraid with you. You don't even realize that you are special in so many ways."

A small smile returned to his thin lips with a relief as Loki laid his head on a pillow next to hers and pulled her in his arms. "Then I take that you liked it?" he asked in an excited voice like a child who had found a new toy to play with.

"I did," she admitted shyly but enthralled by him. "Are you sure you are just a god of mischief? I think you just earned yourself a new title; how about a god of divine sex?"

Loki grinned and combed his fingers through his strayed hair. He would have blushed if he would have been a blushing type. "I will take that title matter on reconsideration."

They lied a while in each others arms, caressing one another, talking about silly little matters of no importance and planning where to head from England.

"Can I see you the way you really are, Loki?" Emma asked then after a small silence.

"You want to see my Jotun form?"

"Yes."

"Emma, no."

"Please."

"I might hurt you in that form. My touch might even kill you."

"If that would be true, I wouldn't be here now. The first time we met, your hand was on my throat. Remember?"

"I do not want to remember that. I wish I would have never done that to you."

"I know… Your hand was freezing cold but I am still here."

"Will you show me your gills then?"

"Come to dive with me some time and I'll show you."

Loki looked at her suffering. She was asking him for something he wouldn't have wanted to do, fearing for her sake. He remembered what a Frost Giant's touch had done to Volstagg during their unsuccessful visit on Jotunheim.

He moved back a bit and took his true appearance, fighting hard against Odin's sorcery that kept him looking an Asgardian, gazing at her with his all red eyes. He hadn't seen himself fully in this form before. The sweat on his blue skin froze and he was afraid that his touch might freeze her too. Emma touched his hand gently, feeling his freezing touch under her fingers but it did nothing to her. In her eyes he was still the same, he was still beautiful. Not being afraid she lifted her hand on his cheek, touching the scar like markings on his forehead and on his cheeks, trailing her fingers over them and Loki could only beheld her on her exploration. She studied his face gently and leaned closer kissing his ice cold lips which made a tear glimmering in the corner of his eye. She took him as the way he was, with his curse and all. Loki didn't dare to continue. He let himself returned back into his Asgardian form. It was safer.

He lied on his side and leaned to his elbow, staring into her blue eyes, touching her cheek with the back of his fingers the warmth returning into his touch. "Laufeyson," he whispered as if for a small confession. "That's what I would have been known across the Nine Realms if things had gone differently. Loki, son of Laufey." He said it with a pained voice, thinking about how unfair his whole life had been until this moment. He met her gaze again an uncertain smile flickering across his face. "You would have not wanted me, if I wouldn't have been misshaped for a Frost Giant. I would have been more than twice of your size, a coarse brute that would have ripped you apart."

Emma had difficulties to imagine that. "Did you know your true parents at all?"

"Not really. I met Laufey only three times. At the first time when I had been born he abandoned me to die in to a frozen temple. On the second time I saw him in Jotunheim when Thor and I went there, against Odin's prohibition, asking for trouble. On the last time, when he attacked Asgard, I killed him being aware that I was his flesh and blood. I wished he would have known that his death came at the hand of his own son he had once forsaken. Maybe, on his last breath he knew who I was because it was I who allured him to Asgard." Loki was quiet for a moment, pondering would his revelation frighten her or could she understand. "So, that is how noble is the man you are being with."

Emma stroked his cheek, not fully understanding the story behind his words. But what she understood perfectly was his pain. "I can't really blame you for that. There are a lot of same in you and me. The only thing my father ever gave to me was this curse of mine. I've never seen him. Oh, how I wish I could have been in Asgard with you. I can only imagine how lonely you must have been."

He took her hand on his and let their fingers entwine with each other. "Who could have known I had to journey across the cosmos to find someone who understands me like you do, Emma."

"Maybe in this mad world there is some purpose for everything that happens after all."

"There is always a purpose for everything your father does."

Frigga's words came back haunting in his mind and Loki recalled his conversations with his adopted mother. It suddenly felt like Emma would have understood him like Frigga did without judgment. "Do you think there is hope for us?" Loki asked.

"I'd like to think so. I believe there is always hope, as long as there is life left. Aren't we both kind of living proofs of that?"

Loki stared at Emma after her words, the reason for him to caring for her so much entering into his mind.

Emma smiled shyly. "Why are you looking me like that?"

"I realized, you remind me of my mo... of Frigga."

At first Emma was truly touched but then tried no to grin. "Um, that is definitely the one thing every girl wants to hear in bed." Being compared to the guy's mother.

Loki gave her a smile, getting the joke. "There is no other as virtuous woman as she is. She used to say that same thing; that there is always hope. I found it hard to believe back then."

"You do care for her?"

"I have always cared her above anyone else. And I like to believe that she has always loved me as if I would have been her own."

Emma fought hard not to say 'aww', him speaking so fondly about his adopted mom. She was glad to hear about it and that was the impression she had gotten when the queen of Asgard visited him back in Greenland. There had been at least one person who had loved him unconditionally. And she loved that gentle newfound side of him. He was a far from a monster he thought of himself to be.

Loki noticed her affectionate expression. He couldn't believe the things he had told her, sounding like a complete idiot. "Are you sure you are not a witch? You are turning me into a big soft oaf."

"I like you being a big soft oaf," Emma cooed at him cautiously smiling, her hand on his.

Loki shook his head in disapproval. "Enough with this sentimentality. Woman, I have a reputation to maintain," he said with a witty grin, pulling her under him, and she let out a surprised scream as he crawled on top of her again, a gleam in his eyes unashamed and promising deeper, darker pleasures. "So, are you ready? This time we go on my terms." His voice changed from sweet and caring into dark and seductive as he held from her wrists and took her hands on both sides of her head.

"What are you doing?" Emma gasped as he moved between her legs, finding his way into her again. "Ah... I'm not yet recovered from the first time. Wait! Oh… god!"

"Oh, do not call upon other gods when you are with me."

Emma let out a pained small laugh. "No, wait! Stop, please!" she gasped again feeling him being too rough on her. "This is serious! Oh, for fuck's sake! Shit!"

Loki stopped, staring down at her frowning. "If you are going to talk dirty, say something less vulgar, please."

"Sorry... but, I think I've turned back being a virgin. It hurts like hell. Please, stop!" she asked begging.

Loki's jaw dropped open, him pulling back. "Are you telling me that you actually healed completely from down there?"

She looked nearly scared gazing up into his eyes. Her healing ability was going to fuck up her whole future sex-life. "It's never going to get easier...?"

"I am sorry I hurt you."

"It's alright. I wasn't prepared, for this."

Loki looked sorry at first but then a dark smile crept on his lips as he let go of her hands and took a hold of her body. "Hmm, this is unusual. No matter what I would do to you, in the end you will return being unspoiled. Clearly you were made to be my queen, my precious darling," he whispered in a husky, erotic voice into her ear.

Emma let out an uneasy tiny giggle, his voice giving her goosebumps. "Oh, you have some really scary pillow talks, big guy."

"Not just talks. I can take you as a new every time. Oh, you will always be mine. I shall never let you go," he continued and rolled them another way around effortlessly. Compared to him she was as light as a feather. He was going to let her do it in her own pace this time, lying on his back and enjoying to look at her.

Being on the top, Emma kissed him and took a moment to look into his emerald eyes. In physical strength she was no match for the Asgardian deity, not even close. That's why she loved his capability for tenderness and his willingness to treat her gently. "I really like you, Loki."

He stroked her face softly, drawing his finger from her forehead over her cheek. "I am greatly fond of you too, Emma."

Emma gave him a curious smile, showing him the long scarf she found from the bed. "Then, I was wondering, what were you planning to do with this?"

Loki smiled back at her mischievously. "I would have tied you up in the bed if you would have tried to run away from me again."

She looked actually surprised. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh yes."

"Well then," she murmured and took his right hand, tying the other end of the scarf around his wrist. "You are a bad boy. And I'm going to show you how things are done in Earth," she said, holding back her grin, sounding as tempting as she managed with a twist of dominatrix, and tying his other wrist too. She was so going to make him forget about his mom!

With a curious grin Loki watched her. "Do you really think this would hold me?" he asked when she pulled his arms above his head, hooking the scarf around of the ornate headboard of the bed and leaving him tied up with his own fancy scarf.

"Play along now! In my teen years me and my friends were devouring Cosmopolitans, the magazines, not the drinks. I picked up a few tricks but never actually got into the point of trying any of them, because... well, you know." She felt a need to explain a bit. The mere thought of it had always made her sick, but he was being an exception. She was so intoxicated of him that she could have done anything to please him.

"What are you up to, my Valkyrie?" Loki asked, but Emma hushed him, her finger over his lips.

"My king will keep his hands to himself, while I'm taking him to Valhalla like a proper Valkyrie."

"Hm?"

Emma kissed him again, her lips moving on to his neck, kissing and biting him gently, making her way over his chest. Loki closed his eyes and bit his lower lip in a perplexed delightment, when her mouth caressed his belly and headed lower, due south. He braced himself for the new experience, thrusting his head on the pillow, her sweet mouth getting closer to his crotch. Never had he been worshiped like this before. And he was pretty sure that the valkyries never used this method but he had no heart to tell that to her now. He felt himself getting harder than ever, the anticipation filling him. He was breathing heavily and clenched his fists. And then;

"What the hell?" Emma gasped. "You are not wearing the rubber!"

Loki let out a loud sigh, his eyes opening fast, she staring back at him upset over him. "Huh? Why did you stop?" he whimpered. What ever happened to the part of getting to Valhalla?

"Please tell me, you wore the condom in the first time we had sex?"

Loki swallowed, his hands tied. This was the worse torment he had faced, she getting there so close and then stopping to questioning him. "Of course..."

"You swear?"

"Would I lie?"

"I don't know. Would you, Trickster?"

"I swear. Cross my heart. I thought there was no need for it on the second time."

"What?" What kind of idiotic brain fart was that? "You always use it with me! Always!" Emma noticed the opened wrapper on the floor and took his explanation of it. "No offence, but I have no desire of getting some odd Asgardian STDs."

"Of what?"

"Your people's sex diseases."

"Rest assured that I am immune to all known diseases and do not carry any," Loki assured her, "I am a god."

She picked up another wrapper and opened it. "And I'm careful. Some people keeps telling about this old educational story about a girl called Maria who met her God once. That happened like two millennia ago but they still talks about it. Don't know if you've heard about it in Asgard, but things got a lot complicated from there. All I'm saying is that, even I like you, I'm not ready for little blue icicle babies," she said while she timidly rolled the rubber on its proper place. Well, it seemed her practice with a banana paid off.

Loki was holding his laughter, listening to her little tale, letting her have her way with him, his hands being a bit tied up. He loved the way she made him laugh, even being naked and tied to the bed. He didn't like to lie to her, but he had gotten used to lie to save his own skin so many times that thought a little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Then why would you bed with me, if you are not willing to become the mother of my monster children?"

Emma grimaced with an uneasy smile. "As if you've never done anything just for a bit of fun."

Loki grinned back at her. He watched her as she moved sitting over his thighs, casting a shy gaze at him. Her discovery had been more or less a mood killer but he was still willing to continue. "Do carry on, please, little teaser."

"Close your eyes!"

"I am not closing my eyes while you are sitting like that in front of my, um, full glory."

"I'm about to do things to you I've never done before, to anyone," she smiled, blushing. So much for being on control of the situation here! "If you touch me, I'm going to stop, or bite, possibly both. Understood?"

"Alright." Loki gave her a nod, and licked his lips as she leaned down over him, her long hair feeling silky soft and slightly wet around his groins. The sensation of the pleasurable warmth surprised him as she took him into her mouth and he let out an aloud moan.

He had expected her to go soft and gently but when she got the hang of it, he closed his eyes gasping and groaning in rapture, simply adoring her hot mouth on him. Never even in his wildest fantasies it had felt like this. She might have been merely a mortal and inexperienced, but she was sucking the sanity out of him as she continued it a few minutes devotedly. He wouldn't have wanted nothing more than to touch her hair, to hold her head between his hands, maybe make her go faster. He would have definitely wanted to conjure that stupid rubber out of the away.

He had to take a hold of the bed's headboard to control his hands, not to go disturbing her as he had promised. She was driving him so frenzy of pleasure that he tore up a huge piece from the massive oak headboard by merely holding on to it so fiercely.

Emma lifted her face up in a fright, remaining where she was, staring at him in awe while he was holding on the large piece of headboard over his head. "My god! Are. You. Alright?" she asked, being on a verge of burst out giggling. She didn't know she was that good. Or then he she was doing something horribly wrong there!

Another! Loki gasped vehemently like he would had stopped in a middle of a raging fight to take a breath, his eyes turning from the broken piece of wood at her, then nearly laughing at himself. "I am not touching you! For heaven's sake, don't stop now!" he panted.

Emma wiped the corner of her mouth on the back of her palm, thinking he might have tasted better without the rubber. "You like?"

"You need to ask?"

"Then maybe you would appreciate my efforts so much that you would drop your intentions of ruling the world and we can continued this little holiday forever. I know a few more tricks of my own."

Loki tossed the part of the headboard away on the floor and it made a hard slam. "You should know that I never bargain in bed."

Emma bit her lower lip with a frolic smile. "Damn! It was worth to try."

"You are not doing this just for the sake of humanity, are you?"

"Nah… I'm not really a 'for king and country' –kind of girl."

Loki's scarf was torn in half, the remains of the silky fabric hanging around his wrists, as he reached out for her with a smile. "Come over here, my little wanton!" he groaned and pulled her on his lap while he was sitting on the bed.

He wanted to touch her, feel her body against his and kiss her. Sitting astride on his lap Emma took him inside of her again and he let her go on in her own pace, enjoying of her enormously. Making love got easier much faster at the second time and they continued it at first playfully, then harder and ardently all they way to the small Valhalla once more.

A good hour later, Emma was exhausted after their passionate second round. She was lying against him, his arm around her, her head pillowing on his shoulder and her weary eyes willing to close. On that moment, he was her king, he was her whole world, and she knew nothing else.

"If I fall asleep, will you be here in the morning?" she asked quietly, a small concern in her voice, fearing he would vanish like his illusions.

"I promise I won't go anywhere. Rest now, my sweet Valkyrie," Loki assured tucking her and himself under the covers, caressing her head until she fell asleep next to him.

He wouldn't have mind of continuing their exploration on each other the whole night, but he knew she needed to rest. It had been a long day. He remained awake, listening her breathing, caressing her softly, reconsidering his plans for the world's domination. He had no hurry as long as he had her. They could have continued this little holiday forever. She had trusted him so completely, giving her body and her heart to him and he had taken them, wanting to be worth of her trust. And when he finally closed his eyes, he didn't feel like falling into the endless abyss anymore, he felt being safe and supported.

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Okay, this became a lot longer chapter than I originally planned. Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. Please, review. I'll appreciate all comments even criticism as long as it's expressed in a friendly manner.

Don't think this was an end. This was just the beginning; the calm before the storm. There's still a lot of folk out there who wants to catch Loki.