Hi everyone! Sorry for the slightly longer gap between last chapter and this chapter. There's been a whole lot of anxiety over this coronavirus outbreak and it has made it a little harder to write, but I got there in the end!

Hope everyone is staying safe! If anyone is feeling nervous or unhappy, I hope this update can at least provide a little respite.

This chapter is EXPLICIT. Sexual content ahead ;)


Hydrangeas Say Our Family Will Flourish

Chapter Eight: A Flight of Fantasy

The convergence of flashy, green energy hovering between Amelia's palms, now at the size of a tennis ball, was evidence of her progress in harnessing the magic within her. The grin on her face expressed nothing but joy at her headway, and Loki sat opposite her on the bed, his encouraging smile bright and effervescent. It was a pity that Loki didn't smile like this more often, that he only allowed himself to let loose and beam when he was out of sight of the other Avengers.

Amelia seemed to be the only one who was afforded the honour to see him like this.

"That's good, Amelia," Loki praised, "now disperse it. I think you've strengthened your control enough to learn how to open locks, but we won't start that until tomorrow."

Amelia did as Loki had taught her, slowly moving her hands apart to let the energy break out of its spherical form and absorb back into her body. "Why tomorrow? Can't you teach me now?"

Loki snorted, "No. It's late, and you have to gain an intrinsic understanding of how the lock you're trying to pick actually words. So we'll have to find a book on common Midgardian locks, and you'll have to do some reading first."

Amelia groaned. She had no problem with reading, of course, but only when the subject matter was something enthralling. A book on locks sounded like the most boring thing in the world, especially when all she wanted to do was jump straight into the practical side of being a magical lockpicker.

"I didn't become a master sorcerer without doing a little light reading every once in a while," Loki stated, patting the bed beside him.

"I guess…" Amelia sighed longingly, but crawled up the bed to slip under the covers with Loki. They shared a chaste kiss, and Amelia cuddled up to Loki's side, making herself comfortable in his secure embrace.

Whenever the subject of magic came up, Amelia's mind was always inspired to ask a multitude of questions about Loki's past. She liked to learn more about him whenever it was possible, but tonight there was one specific thing her thoughts kept drifting back to, and while she was hesitant to ask about it, the will to know was far more powerful.

"Loki? Can I ask you something?"

"Mmm," the answering hum was that of a positive nature, he was clearly feeling far too lazy to respond with actual words, plus he was currently nuzzling against Amelia's neck and had no wish to stop.

"I want to know more about Frost Giants."

Amelia knew it was a sore spot as a topic for conversation, and it was reflected as much when Loki's nuzzling paused and she felt him sigh deeply against her neck, his breath inadvertently tickling her skin, causing her to shiver.

"What do you want to know?"

She was pleasantly surprised that he had chosen to offer her information instead of coming up with an excuse to brush it off.

"Anything. Everything." Amelia's voice was a quiet plea, and she saw Loki roll his eyes subtly in the darkness - he couldn't hide that exasperation from her.

"Alright. Frost Giants are disgusting creatures. They're huge brutes that are dimwitted and savage. They use their sharp teeth to tear their prey apart and eat their meat raw. Completely uncivilised, revolting, ugly freaks of nature. They would eat humans for breakfast, lunch and dinner if given the opportunity. They aren't creatures that hold any kindness in their hearts. No compassion, no caring. They even show little mercy to their children."

Amelia was partly taken aback by how terse he sounded as he listed off every terrible thing about the giants of Jotunheim, but on the other hand it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he wasn't able to list anything good about them. They abandoned him when he was days old.

But Amelia couldn't help but wonder if he was making a few things up or at least exaggerating things to make them appear even worse than they were. She had questions about their race, and Loki himself, but it seemed no matter her interest, he just wanted to paint a horrific picture rather than give unbiased information. Again, not something Amelia could blame him for.

"They're quick to enrage, having no patience for anything or anyone that opposes them. The only thing that unites them as a species is their lust and respect for power. They would eagerly serve a powerful king - it does not matter if that king does things for himself or for his people. If he is powerful, they will respect him. If he is weak, however, he would be chewed up and spat out. Somebody stronger would take his place."

Amelia hummed, showing that she was still interested, despite her silence. So far everything he had told her accurately reflected the idea she had of them in the first place, but there were a few miscellaneous curiosities she held that needed answers.

"How tall are they usually?" She wondered aloud, "Because you're pretty tall, but you said you were small for a Frost Giant."

Loki gave a slightly disgruntled sniffle, "They are more commonly around ten to twelve feet tall, but some grow as tall as twenty feet."

"Twenty feet!?" The thought was alarming to Amelia, "That's, uhm… intimidating."

Loki harrumphed, "Stature is nothing if you don't have the brains to use it to your advantage." He finally retracted his face from Amelia's neck and peered at her with a raised eyebrow, "How tall did you think they were? They're called giants."

Amelia looked sheepish, shrugging her shoulders. She hadn't really thought about the name before - she knew they were tall, but she hadn't taken the time to imagine just how tall they could actually be if Loki was considered a 'runt'.

"Do they all have magic?" Amelia continued her line of questioning.

"No. Some have more potential for magic than others."

"Okay. What do they wear?"

"Very little," Loki answered curtly, "unless they're preparing for battle, in which case they will wear leather armour on their chests, made from the skins of beasts native to Jotunheim."

Amelia eyed her husband, "When you say very little…?"

Loki's eyes narrowed, "They cover what needs to be covered."

"Hmm."

"Why do you need to know these things?"

"I'm just curious," Amelia whined and then paused, "hey, if Frost Giants are all assholes with no compassion, and all they respect is power, what drives them to reproduce?"

Loki leaned up on his elbows, lip curling with distaste, "I don't know, I wasn't raised by them, remember? I know only what I've been told and what I have read in books. Can we please get off the topic of Frost Giants reproducing?"

Amelia blushed, averting her gaze sheepishly, and grumbled a quiet affirmation. Loki sighed and returned to his place snuggled at her side, giving his wife's belly a caring rub, "Now go to sleep."

It seemed Loki no longer wanted to entertain Amelia's questions with any informative answers, but she was more than surprised that she'd gotten as much out of him as she had, so she was satisfied for now. Cuddling up against her husband, Amelia basked happily in his warmth and closed her eyes to go to sleep.

Amelia wasn't sure at which point she actually fell asleep, but she awoke some time later to the feeling of a light chill in the room. She whined, murmuring Loki's name in her sleep-addled state, reaching across the sheets in search of her husband, who didn't seem to be where she had last seen him. Amelia blinked her eyes open, bleary eyes searching, but Loki was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmmmghh?" Amelia groused, pulling the sheets more tightly around her to keep the warm in, but when her eyes adjusted to the room around her, she froze.

This wasn't her bed in her room at Avengers Tower.

She was somewhere else. Somewhere in which the bed was strikingly large, the furniture was carved from dark wood, and the walls and flooring seemed to be made from glass - or mirrors. Something shiny and reflective.

For some reason, this did not alarm her as much as it should have.

"Loki?" Amelia called out to the room, but was met with silence.

She rose from the bed, feet sinking into the furry rug below, wrapping herself in the thin bed sheet to cover her flimsy pyjamas, and stepped towards the only visible door. She let out a gasp as she stepped off the rug and onto the shiny floor, discovering it was not glass, but ice instead.

It was not shockingly cold, but there was definitely a chill crawling up her legs.

She quickly made for the door and left, following down a hallway that led to another door that was far larger than the previous. She tried for all of four seconds to push the door open but found that it was quite impossible - it was too heavy, and she knew as a pregnant woman that straining herself with heavy objects was not good.

Instead, she knocked.

A moment passed, and then she heard footsteps approach, and the door opened up, revealing a large hall, made from ice, that looked almost as elegant as Thor's throne hall in New Asgard.

It wasn't the first thing to catch her eye, however, as she found herself face to shin with a blue giant. Really. She was only as tall as it's shins.

Amelia gulped, craning her head to stare up at it, and began to stammer, "Um… I… I don't know where I am. Do you know where Loki is?" Perhaps it was odd to assume the giant was friendly, but Amelia also did not feel threatened, despite the fact that if it was so inclined, it could crush her below it's foot.

It narrowed it's red eyes and then turned and headed into the hall. Amelia took this as an invitation to follow, and clutched the sheet a little more tightly around herself as she jogged to keep up. As she was led further into the room, she spotted a crowd of giants that varied in size - some towered above others, while some appeared not so massive, but all of them soared above her.

Glancing past them, she saw what was presumably the throne, and upon the throne, she saw-

"Loki?" Amelia's jaw dropped as she laid eyes upon the blue-skinned, black-haired, scantily-dressed man she had married.

Red eyes glanced her way, and Loki's lips curled up in what looked to be a knowing smirk.

"Your pet is awake, your majesty," the giant that had let Amelia into the room spoke, his voice low and booming, tearing through and silencing the crowd gathered before Loki's throne.

Amelia blinked. Pet?

"I can see that." Loki responded. He stood gracefully and made his way through the crowd, parting it as he moved with a conceited strut; he smiled wickedly at Amelia before cocking his head and regarding the giant beside them, "The council meeting will be delayed, I have more important matters to attend to."

The giant nodded and walked away. Amelia stared up at Loki with a clueless expression.

"What's going on?" She whispered quietly. A small part of her felt that she probably should be more agitated with everything that was happening, but it just wasn't so.

"What are you doing out of bed, little dove?" Loki spoke, his voice like silk as he tilted her chin up and pressed his thumb against the corner of her lips.

"I… I- did you just call me little dove?" In response to her question, Loki merely chuckled, rich and deep and throaty - it made Amelia's spine tingle pleasantly.

And then he slipped a finger into her mouth.

"Suck." Loki ordered, and Amelia felt her face turn hot, knees weakening just a little as she obeyed him without question. Many quizzical thoughts rushed through Amelia's mind, such as where were they? Why was Loki in his Jotun form? Why was he commanding her to suck on his fingers?

Why was she even doing it?

When Amelia's cheeks were sufficiently flushed, Loki extricated his finger from her mouth and quickly bent to swoop her up into his arms. Amelia yelped, clutching onto him as he moved with strong and purposeful strides back the way she had originally come, back to the bedroom.

"You know better than to wander the palace, Amelia. I told you I would be back this afternoon after seeing to my court," Loki said, it was all nonsense to Amelia, she had never heard him say such things before now, "but of course you cannot wait, can you? Not in your state."

"My state?" Amelia whimpered.

"Your body and mind - full of need and desire," he leaned down, his nose gently bumping her own almost playfully, "I'll give you what you want, little dove, worry not."

"O-oh?" A shiver bolted down her spine, reflecting the truth in Loki's words. The anticipation of what her husband was going to do to her had her practically vibrating, the trembling of her body had nothing to do with the fact that his skin was cool to the touch. She suddenly became very aware of the pleasant tingling between her legs, and pressed them more tightly together.

Was it just her, or did Loki seem a little… taller than usual?

His broad, blue, muscular chest seemed to be beckoning for Amelia's touch, but her arms were still trapped below the sheet she had wrapped herself in. She was practically just a quivering burrito of want, and it seemed that this bigger, chillier, bluer version of her husband was going to devour her whole if she wasn't careful.

Then again… would that really be so bad?

Amelia licked her lips as they entered the bedroom and Loki shut and locked the door with a mere tilt of his head, sparkling green magic sizzling around the lock. Well, that was surprisingly sexy. She was placed gently on the bed, letting out a soft exhale when Loki immediately crouched above her; he didn't give her much time to think before latching onto her neck, sucking hickeys into her skin, his wet lips hot against her despite the colder temperatures of the rest of his body.

She moaned and arched as he pulled away the sheet and dipped lower, below the collar of her pyjama top, across her collar bone. The tingle between her legs grew more insistent and demanded some form - any form - of friction.

"Please," she whispered, spreading her legs.

Loki's smile was sinful as he cocked up an eyebrow, "Please what?"

Amelia stared up at him dazedly, "Uhm… uh…?"

"Please, my king." The Jotun corrected her, and Amelia let out a squeak.

"M-my king?"

Loki found nothing but amusement in her squeals, laughing as he moved back off the bed, looming over her at his full height, and hooked his fingers below the rim of his leather and fur kilt-like covering. Amelia leaned on her elbows, watching on in anticipation as he slowly - devastatingly slowly - pushed down the garment.

It fell to the floor in a heap and his cock sprung forth, large and erect, and Amelia had to clamp a hand over her mouth to avoid making any sort of embarrassing exclamations. It was bigger than she had last seen it. Did it… did it grow in size when he took on his Jotun form?

Before she could mull over the curiosities of how it would fit inside her, Loki knelt on the bed and looked at her expectantly. The electrifying red of his eyes causing her to burn all over in the best sort of way; her breaths were coming fast and she spread her legs wide, despite still being clothed.

She was eager, that much was obvious.

"Mm, so impatient little dove," he tilted his head, and Amelia mumbled something about the silly nickname under her breath - though secretly she kinda liked it - but ultimately grabbed fistfuls of her pyjama top, intent on pulling it up over her head. She struggled for a moment from her position, before Loki grabbed ahold of the collar, pulling it away from her skin.

And it just sort of dissolved into thin air. Along with her pyjama pants, leaving her totally nude.

Amelia gasped again, now her body was bared to Loki's intense red gaze, and the look he was giving her promised to sate her fervent desires.

He called her the impatient one, yet he couldn't even wait momentarily for her to shed her own clothes. Not that Amelia was overly bothered by this. Now there was nothing blocking what was to come.

"Fuck me," Amelia whispered, her words slightly slurred as if delirious from arousal. She needed it like she needed the air she breathed, she wanted to feel every inch of his cock filling her up, and if she didn't get it soon, she might very well explode.

"How bold of you, pet, to command a king," his words sounded like warm honey, and her body shook with thirst. His cold hand, covered with lightly raised markings, squeezed one of her breasts, pinching the nipple and making her whine, and then trailed down the front of her body, resting upon the bulge of her stomach, "I like you like this. Swollen with our children, my heirs. You have a divine look about you, always so desperate for my touch," his expression turned impish, "I bet you would drop to your knees and suck my cock at any time of day, with little more than a simple spoken order, wouldn't you? You needy little slut."

His mouth was again dragging across her skin, over her breasts and sucking on her nipples till she was practically writhing. Loki had never called her a slut before, he'd never really gone so far with dirty talk at all - but now, after she was twitching with pleasure before he had even touched her where she most wanted it - perhaps she should encourage him to do it more often.

"Please, please, I need you," the words rolled out of Amelia's mouth in a haste.

A low chuckle sounded, "I know you do. Keep begging, my dear, you are delectable," he eyed her stomach again, licking his lips, "I'll let you in on a secret, little dove. When you give birth, I will breed you once again, and again after that. I'll keep you like this, filling you over and over, nothing more than a willing vessel to continue my powerful lineage, my enthusiastic sex slave-"

"E-excuse me?" Amelia's indignation was left useless while the breathlessness in her voice was overpowering, and for some reason, the idea filled her with utter glee. "Lokiiiiiii," Amelia whined helplessly. When she tried to touch herself, Loki kept her hands pinned beside her head, denying her what she most desperately needed.

"That's it, pet," Loki encouraged, his voice muffled as he nipped and sucked little marks onto her chest. His teeth seemed sharper than usual. "Are you ready for me yet? Tell me how ready you are."

"I am! I'm ready!" Amelia cried, "Pl-please, I'm ready! Fuck, I'm so wet." She could feel it leaking out of her, desperate for stimulation.

"Yes. You are," Loki laughed, but otherwise did nothing.

Amelia reached her boiling point. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head closer, and snapped, "Stop fucking teasing me!"

A loud, throaty growl escaped him, and he twisted out of her grip, rising to his feet, hands clenched around each of Amelia's thighs. He looked almost scary, red eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, teeth bared, but Amelia was far from afraid.

With his hands tightly clamped on her legs, he dragged her to the very edge of the bed, spread them wide, and pressed the head of his cock against her slick folds.

"Very well, my feisty little dove. I will do as you request, for the heat of your quim is far too enticing to put off any longer."

With that, he slid forward, penetrating her body slowly, throwing his head back as he panted, and Amelia released an involuntary cry. The sensation was new, unusual, and oh so good - the feeling of his cold flesh mixing with her core left her whimpering and gasping for more.

The feeling of friction finally bringing boundless pleasure was like breaking through the surface and gulping in air after being underwater for far too long.

His initial slow thrust in was just for show, because he immediately began pounding her hard and fast, setting an unforgiving pace. Amelia's face heated up as she let out practically pornographic moans that she didn't seem able to control. The feeling of him filling her up after such a long, gradual build up left her salivating.

The spread of warmth in her loins increased slowly, and Amelia felt her end approaching embarrassingly fast, but what ended up setting her off and pushing her towards her crescendo was the toothy grin Loki gave her, his red eyes gleaming and showing that he was fully smug that he was bringing her this pleasure.

Just before she came, he leaned down and ran his tongue over her cheek, tasting the sweat on her skin, "This is a dream, Amelia."

"Hu-huwuh?" She grumbled unintelligibly, because she was right there. Just a few more moments, and she would tumble over the edge.

"You're dreaming, Amelia."

Amelia blinked her eyes open, a yelp escaping her, she could feel her heart pumping hard in her chest along with the pleasant pulses of her clit as she rode her orgasm, far softer and gentler than she expected it to be.

She was home, in Avengers Tower. It was dark and Loki was staring at her with sleepy eyes. Amelia quickly realised everything that had happened had been a dream - because of course it was, it was so obvious now, but it certainly hadn't been obvious while she was getting dicked down by her Jotun-King-husband.

There was drool leaking from the corner of her mouth and she quickly wiped it away with her hand, wondering if Loki had noticed. Oh god. Had he heard her? Heard her moaning like a porn star in her sleep?

"Were you having a nightmare?" Loki questioned, a hint of suspicion in his tone, and Amelia gulped. That answered her question.

"Yeah, uh- a nightmare. Real scary. There were, uh, big purple monsters with giant googly eyes chasing me around. Terrifying." She cleared her throat, pressing the back of her hand against her cheek to find it very hot. This was the most embarrassing thing ever - being caught in the middle of a sex dream.

Loki stared at her for a few moments, eyebrows cocked, before shrugging slightly and lying back down beside her, "Well, it was just a dream…"

"Yeah… just a dream…" She trailed off. Thanks to her fantasies, she had the overwhelming desire to see Loki naked in his Jotun form, but the more she thought about it, the more she probably figured it wouldn't be quite so… comfortable… to have sex with a frost giant, just not practical at all.

Still, that didn't stop her from thinking about it for the rest of the night, even as Loki slept by her side. She remained awake, wondering if there was an innocuous way to pose the question of bringing role-playing or dirty talk into their sex life.


I hope everyone enjoyed this. As stated before, I'm not a seasoned smut writer, I only do it very rarely and I hope it comes across alright! It is very difficult to write smut, so if you enjoyed this and would like to see more in future chapters (maybe not so much in dreams next time!) then PLEASE leave me a comment of encouragement, maybe point out what you liked the most just to give me a heads up for when I write smut next time around. I would appreciate it so much!