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Hydrangeas Say Our Family Will Flourish
Chapter Thirteen: A Million Things to Feel
The pregnancy hormones were in full effect.
Amelia's emotions were unstable and constantly shifting, there was no telling what response a simple action or a few words would garner, and Loki figured he had to walk on eggshells to keep his wife happy in her current state.
There was no rhyme or reason to Amelia's emotional reaction sometimes, in one instance she started crying out of nowhere and when Loki asked her what was wrong, she spoke, barely coherent through her sobs, about how she loved him so much that it made her cry - full on bawling. He had to hold her for half an hour before she calmed down enough, and it seemed the moment she stopped crying, she was totally fine and went about her day as if she hadn't just had a minor breakdown for such an unusual reason.
In another instance, Loki had complimented his wife when she had chosen to wear that loose purple sweater he loved to see her in. The words had been innocuous and meant as a praise, "You look lovely today, Amelia."
Amelia had managed to misinterpret it, somehow.
"What do you mean today? Don't I look lovely every day?"
Loki had initially thought she was joking around, because of course she looked lovely every day, he thought she was beautiful, and thus had snorted in response.
Big. Mistake.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Amelia snapped, her arms folded over her chest as she glared down at him. Loki shifted from his reclined position on their bed and pushed himself up on his elbows upon hearing the indignation in her voice.
"What?" He mumbled, eyes wide.
"I look lovely today, great, but the rest of the time I'm just ugly, is that it?" Amelia had hissed. She'd proceeded to give him the silent treatment. For two hours.
It wasn't Amelia's fault, Loki reminded himself. Her hormones were fluctuating absurdly, leaving her mind utterly befuddled on what to do with the rush of emotions flooding her system.
In the end, Loki's apology for the mishap had come in the shake of a tub of Amelia's favourite ice cream, and that had kept her happy for the rest of the day.
The hormones had also affected Amelia's libido. Ordinarily, they had sex several times a week, but one day, that suddenly hadn't been enough for her, and they're passionate couplings had become a daily thing. And then, it happened twice a day. Loki couldn't complain - he very much had the stamina for it, but it reached the point where it interrupted his daily training routine and the occasional mission he had to partake in.
On one occasion, upon arriving back at the Tower after a six-hour mission that involved retrieving stolen technology from a suspected terrorist group, Loki had been intent on heading straight for the shower to wash away the sweat, gunpowder and grime that had settled across his body. He had been intercepted on his way there by Amelia, who had latched onto him and stopped him in his tracks.
"I'm glad your back, I missed you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, seemingly unconcerned by what had to have been a very earthy and unappealing scent rising from him.
"I missed you too, but I need a shower," he stated simply, gently prising her hands off so he could continue on his way to the bathroom.
"I need you," Amelia countered, clinging to his arm and making it very awkward for him to move while she was stuck to his side. He knew what she meant by those words, the ambiguity of the statement was wrecked when it was accompanied with the breathy voice, flushed face and lidded eyes that came along with it.
"After I've showered," Loki promised, and pressed on forwards towards the elevator.
"I can't wait," said Amelia, "please." She did her best to get in his way and appeal to his sympathetic side, "I've needed you for hours, do you have any idea how hard it was for me to wait this long. Please, I need it now."
In a moment of boldness, Loki told her, "You have fingers," and received a look from his wife that was so scandalised he wanted to laugh. To even suggest that she take care of herself instead of expecting Loki to be at her beck and call whenever her needy desires arose was simply too preposterous an idea.
"It's not the saaaaaaaaame," Amelia whined, calling upon the power of her pouty lips and doe eyes to try and convince Loki that it was in his best interest to assist her immediately. She was almost startled when he stopped so promptly after walking with strides full of so much conviction.
"What do you want me to do? Drop my pants and fuck you right here in the hallway?" He inquired with a teasing tone.
Amelia peered down the hallway behind them and then looked up at the cameras in the ceiling, F.R.I.D.A.Y was always watching.
"There's a broom cupboard back there," Amelia suggested hopefully.
Loki ended up compromising by fucking her in the shower, because Amelia's patience was practically nonexistent when she was horny.
Today went slightly differently, though. Loki had already fucked her through two orgasms that morning before jumping into his regular training schedule, hoping that would be enough to suffice until the afternoon came around, but he should have learnt by then not to make any assumptions when it came to just how powerful his wife's sex drive was.
About an hour and a half into his sparring match with Steve Rogers - the next best opponent when his brother was not present - the elevator arrived on their level, and out walked Amelia, fidgeting with the threads at the hem of her jumper. It was clear she was only there for Loki, because Amelia never came down to interrupt anybody else during their training.
"Loki, I need your help with something in the nursery," Amelia called out, a tinge of urgency to her tone.
Rogers stepped back out of courtesy, refusing to throw any punches while Loki was being drawn into conversation outside of the fight session - that was probably where he and Thor differed, because Thor would have taken great amusement in continuing to strike while Loki was distracted, declaring that he shouldn't take his eyes off his opponent, not until a proper time-out was called.
"What do you need help with?" Loki questioned, confused as to what needed to be done so vitally in the nursery they were in the process of decorating.
Amelia stammered in her response, which was the first red flag, "It's- I need help with… painting."
"Painting?"
"Yes."
"That can wait till later," Loki told her, turning back to Rogers to resume their training.
"No, it can't wait till later. It needs to be done now!" Amelia nearly shrieked in return, fists clenched at her hips.
Loki sighed, glaring at Steve when an amused smile arose to his face.
"Looks like you better help your wife out before she bites you head off."
Reluctantly, Loki ended his sparring session and followed his wife out of the training room, into the elevator, and up to their floor, not saying much else until Amelia arrived at their supposed destination… and continued on past it towards their bedroom.
"Amelia?" Loki grumbled questioningly, but a part of him already knew exactly why he'd been lured out of his training and back up to their bedroom.
When Amelia peered over her shoulder, her expression was coy and there was a small smile on her face; Loki crossed his arms, giving his wife a stony look - this was what she interrupted his training session for.
"You couldn't have waited another hour?" Loki deadpanned, "How insatiable can you be?"
Amelia responded by stepping towards him, hips swaying as she did so, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She pressed her hands to his chest, smoothing them down over his Asgardian leathers, and rose up on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear, "I need you, my prince."
Loki narrowed his eyes and tilted his head at the use of his title, "What do you need from me?"
Amelia caught his ear between her teeth, nibbling ever so gently.
"I think you know." As she said the words, her hand slipped down to his crotch and squeezed.
Loki let out a low growl, gave a subtle roll of his eyes, and within an instant lifted Amelia into his arms and carried her into their room. He kicked the door closed and dropped her in the centre of her bed, ignoring the string of giggles that left his wife's throat; she immediately pulled her jumper over her head and unhooked her bra, throwing her clothes to the floor, and started shimmying out of her sweatpants.
"How do you want me this time?" Loki's voice was gravelly as he watched his wife shed her clothing and took in the creamy expanse of her skin. He crawled over her, still fully clothed, and lowered his head to lick and nip at her collarbone, making her shudder.
Amelia moaned as she laid back, hands coming to rest above her head, "Mmm, however you want. After all, you are the prince, and I am just a lowly slave, completely at your command." Her voice was breathy and suggestive, and Loki pulled back, staring at his wife with a furrowed brow. He examined her face, watching as her expression went from coquettish to sheepish to all-out embarrassed at his lack of reaction to her words.
"I- I mean… well-" Amelia stammered, her cheeks growing red.
"Where brought that on?" Loki asked curiously, referring to her role-playing attempt that had seemingly come out of left field.
"I… I had a dream… a few weeks ago…" Amelia's blush trailed down her neck to her chest, it was really quite adorable.
"Oh? Do tell."
"It- it was…" Amelia had suddenly turned overwhelmingly reticent, something that was highly unusual for her in a sexual situation, "a sex dream… I was your- um, well actually I'm not entirely sure, but, we weren't… equal. I was your… servant, I suppose? And you were- you were…"
Loki let his hand trail down Amelia's side idly as she faltered repeatedly. "I was…?"
"You were… the King of Jotunheim! And you were in your frost giant form, and you fucked me and it was so good! And you were rough and a tiny bit callous, and you called me little dove, and I- I liked it!"
Loki sat upright in shock, eyes wide as Amelia quickly covered her face and was blushing harder than ever, his mouth opened and closed several times as his mind failed to form a coherent reply to his wife's admission.
"In… in my Jotun form?" He finally managed, nothing but incredulity making up his tone.
"Y-yes," Amelia squeaked.
There was another long pause, the duration of which Amelia looked like she wanted a hole to open up and devour her from below, and then Loki quirked his head to the side.
"Alright. I'll entertain your fantasy."
Amelia sputtered with disbelief, "R-really? You'll fuck me in your Jotun form?"
"Absolutely not." His unwavering tone caused Amelia to deflate somewhat, "But if you want me to be a cold, rough and callous prince who wishes to use you only for your body while you play the part of my obedient slave… I'm sure I can make that work." His smile grew wicked, and Amelia could sense there were dark promises in the curl of his lips. She gave a whole body shudder, a soft noise of desperate want escaping her.
"I'll take that as a yes." Loki's resounding chuckle sounded positively malicious as he leaned down and darted his tongue out against her earlobe. "If you want me to stop, just say so, and I will." It was the last endearing moment of her husband that Amelia visually and audibly received before it all melted away into something that was undoubtedly sinister.
With his palm pressed down against Amelia's chest, holding her in place, he could feel her heart racing within her ribcage. Goosebumps broke out across her skin, and in her eyes Loki could see nothing but excitement and anticipation.
"You have been very bad, haven't you? Hmm? My willing slave…" Loki's voice dropped in pitch, husky as he spoke, his words like a slithering snake. He was the god with the silvertongue - what a perfect opportunity to put it to good use. "You were supposed to wait for me to return, but here I am in my chambers, and you've started without me."
Amelia licked her lips and swallowed tightly.
"You're not allowed to touch yourself, slave. Your body belongs to me, only I have a say in when you are granted the privilege of feeling pleasure," he paused to cup one of her breasts, massaging it lightly in his palm, her skin was always so soft to the touch, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Amelia's mouth hung open and her lips flapped silently for a moment as she rushed to think of a response to fit the character she was playing, "I'm so sorry, my prince-"
"Call me master when you address me," Loki demanded, swiftly cutting her off.
"Yes, master," Amelia practically exhaled, "I- I just couldn't wait any longer, I couldn't stop thinking about you…"
Loki shook his head, quietly tutting before pinching Amelia's nipple - a little harder than he ordinarily would, which made her gasp - and he smirked, making certain to only filter malevolence into his expression instead of playful amusement.
"You think the world revolves around you and your needs?" Loki asked, fingers trailing down to her stomach, where he let his nails dig ever so slightly into her skin as he proceeded to drag his hand all the way over the arch of her bump. "You need to exercise patience, slave," his eyes narrowed, "perhaps I ought to give you a lesson in patience, if you're struggling to comprehend the notion on your own? What do you think? Shall I leave you empty and wanting while I take my pleasure and watch you squirm?"
Amelia's eyes widened at the implication that she would have to wait for pleasure - the exact thing she had been trying to avoid when she dragged Loki all the way up to their room under the guise of a lie.
"No, please, I'll be good!" Amelia whimpered.
Loki lifted her leg and abruptly slapped the underside of her thigh, causing her to squeal. "Say that again," Loki hissed, "but this time, remember your place."
Amelia worried her lip between her teeth, realising her mistake, "I- I'll be good, master."
Loki hummed, laying his hand flat over Amelia's belly again, "They better be mine," he sneered, and Amelia's jaw dropped, "I hear you're quite the palace whore, getting on your knees for every handsome guard you come across. Tell me, do you ever tire of spreading your legs for absolutely anybody?"
Amelia blinked quickly, seemingly at a loss with what to respond with. It was a yes or no question, but neither answers were very pleasant.
"Master, you are the only one-"
"Lies." Loki scoffed venomously, causing Amelia to flinch. She shut her lips tightly and Loki hummed again, directing his gaze southwards, he could see the slick leaking from Amelia's entrance, informing him that despite his forceful and wicked manner, it was all very much leading to her arousal.
He inserted two fingers inside and began thrusting them in and out at a fast pace, almost knocking the breath from her lungs. The squelching noises were sinful, as was the string of whimpers and sobs escaping Amelia's throat from the almost brutal ministrations he was suddenly subjecting her to. She was loving it. Her hands had come down to her sides and she'd grasped fistfuls of the sheets, eagerly parting her legs and lifting her hips to chase the pleasure.
She had grown so sensitive the past couple weeks, often reaching her peak incredibly quickly, and Loki had committed the build-up of her orgasm to memory. He knew exactly when her body was gearing up for release. It began with the flushed patches of pink skin, and then the tremors in her arms and legs, followed by the wailing noises that escaped her throat in just the right tonal inflection.
When she began taking quick, shallow breaths, that's when Loki knew her body was about to seize up and reach climax.
He pulled his fingers out of her just before she could pour over the edge, and she gave a wrecked whine.
"Nooooo!" She cried petulantly, her hips collapsing to the bed again, though she continued to tremble, "I was so close!"
Loki scowled at her, drawing out the silence with an unblinking gaze until Amelia had to avert her own eyes shamefully.
"I'm sorry, master," she whispered.
"Hm. So much for being my obedient slave. Perhaps you've forgotten, you're here for my pleasure. I decide when you cum. Now, I had plans for you, but your consistent lack of compliance makes me think I should have picked another slave to warm my bed tonight…"
Amelia bit her lip, "Please, master, I'll obey you- I'm yours to command! Anything you wish!"
"Anything I wish, mm?"
Amelia nodded her head, breathing shakily through parted lips.
Loki let his wet fingers slip down past her entrance to brush over the pucker of her asshole, "And what about here? What if I wanted to fuck this tight little hole?"
Amelia stiffened, her eyes flashing with uncertainty. Loki could tell the answer was definitely no, but that she didn't want to break character by denying him.
Loki spared her the trouble, "Perhaps another time." Amelia let out an audible breath and made a show of spreading her legs wider, she made an abortive movement to rub her clit but remembered quickly enough that doing so was off limits. She resorted to begging, her face red and flustered, eyes glossy with need.
"Please, master…" Her voice was a breathless whisper, "I'm ready for you."
Loki had to admit her slick entrance looked incredibly inviting, he wasn't so sure he could continue to deny her much longer. He wanted to sink himself in and feel the snug warmth hugging his cock, if he were to wait any longer, it would be simply torturous.
"Quiet down, slave," Loki commanded firmly when Amelia continued to plead for his cock. He was still fully clothed, and a part of him wanted to remain that way - there was something about Amelia being completely nude and him being completely covered that sent a pulse of need straight to his dick.
He gave in when Amelia gave him the most imploring look he had ever seen, and pushed down his trousers to pull his straining cock from its confines while he scoffed and shook his head, "It is truly remarkable how unquenchable your thirst is, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," he tilted his head, rubbing his tip against Amelia's wet folds, "it is only normal that a mere mortal would throw themselves at me, begging to be taken by the powerful prince of Asgard… no one can resist my charm."
He thrust into Amelia and swallowed the groan that bubbled up into his throat while relishing the sounds his wife made. She shook at the welcomed intrusion and moaned as Loki pounded in with a fast pace, he would give her everything she wanted, and more.
Amelia cried out, incoherent words falling from her lips as Loki's cock dragged against all the sensitive spots inside her, she gasped and keened and howled his name, and he did not let up, nor did he draw attention to the fact she had failed to call him master. She must have been too far gone to remember their role-play.
It mattered not, it was hardly the main event any more.
Very soon, Loki could feel that she was fastly approaching orgasm, and this time he granted it to her, a guttural sound rumbling from his throat as her soft walls tightened around him; Amelia's mouth hung open in a silent scream as the powerful climax tore through her and left her quivering uncontrollably.
She twitched violently as Loki continued the brutal pace, squirming from the oversensitivity, and meekly whimpered, "S-slow down… Loki…"
"No, I want to be certain I leave you satisfied this time." He had yet to break character, and Amelia's eyes flew open, her hands gripping the pillow below her head to brace herself as Loki's grasp tightened on her thighs. He fucked her hard through not two, but three orgasms before he let himself come. Instead of finishing inside her, he pulled out at the last moment and stroked himself as he fell over the edge, his seed spurting out all over Amelia - her stomach, her chest, even a few droplets reached her face.
It was an immeasurably pleasant sight to behold. Amelia was already wrecked from the unrelenting sex, already covered in her own juices, and now this - this was perfect. She lay boneless against the bed, her chest heaving with each breath, and Loki leant down to kiss the corner of her lips.
"Did that live up to your fantasies, little dove?"
Amelia let out a whine, wiping Loki's seed from her cheek, "You-" her voice was raspy and raw from how loud she had gotten, "you almost got cum in my eye."
Loki snorted, rolling his eyes. Did she not have anything to say about how hard he had ploughed her into the mattress?
"Well," Loki spoke, "I wanted to mark what is mine."
OOH BABY. Tell me how I did, PLEASE! I worked so freakin' hard on this, I wanna know what you think!
