So this is probably one of the longest one shots that I've ever written but I just couldn't stop!
And if there's any typos I sincerely apologize. But upon finally finishing after a couple of days it is nearly four in the morning ha ha. So please forgive me!
Oh, by the way: I know I just released a story where Lynnéa is pregnant (and I do plan to continue that) but this is more of just a fluffy, romantic story so she is not in this one. I suppose if you want her to be she can be but I didn't write it in.
Enjoy!
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Lynnéa fastened her gold necklace as she stood before her mirror. The gold contrasted beautifully with her green gown and it's feminine draping. And for one of the first times she wore pieces of regal armor on her body. On her shoulders were gold pauldrons, and gold metal vambraces covered her lower arms. And a partial breast plate covered one her breasts, while the other shown the fabric of her gown. If she was the wife of Loki, Prince of Asgard she wanted to look the part.
She smiled. Not because of vanity, but because Loki made her feel beautiful every day. He sat in his chair, watching her with eyes that held a mixture of pride and lust. She turned to look at him.
"Enjoying yourself?" She sauntered toward him.
"Darling, observing you in any situation is one of my favorite past times," He knitted his brow together. "Though my favorite is watching you undress," Lynnéa giggled, and Loki smiled again at her. He looked proud indeed. "This is a close second. You nearly leave me at a loss for words this day," He raised a hand to push back her hair, letting his finger come back down to trace the gold armor.
There was another reason that Lynnéa wanted to look her best today. Thor was off world for several days. As guardian of the nine realms this was sometimes necessary. So Loki was to rule and protect Asgard in Thor's absence as regent – king. Today was the first day of his tenure.
"Loki, may I put some braids in your hair?" Lynnéa suddenly asked, running her fingers over his black hair that just barely grazed the top of his shoulders. She loved his hair.
"Braids?" Loki looked puzzled.
"Yes, just a little on the sides and behind your ears," She fingered the hair there. "Surely the viking lords of old wore them as well."
"Well," Loki pondered that. "When you put it that way – yes, you can. Thank you."
It was quite early in the morning still, and after she was done they were going riding. She wanted to be out in Asgard exploring as much as possible. Loki had agreed to take her this morning before he began his work for the day.
"There," Lynnéa proclaimed a little while later. Each side of his head now held a couple strands of thin braids that followed down the length of his hair. "You look kingly indeed, ek verr."
"Kingly," Loki repeated, his thoughts drifting to memories of the past. "It wasn't such a long time ago that I found out that I was the discarded son of the king of Jotunheim. But even before that – when I was just a child my father told Thor and I that we were both born to be kings." Lynnéa listened intently, touched by Loki willing to be so vulnerable. Her hand rested on his shoulder as he looked up at her, his expression slightly pained. "But king of what exactly?"
"I don't know, ek verr," Lynnéa murmured. She touched his cheek. "But can I tell you something, Loki?" She brought her other hand up, stroking his face with her thumb. "I don't need a king or a conqueror. And did you ever think that Asgard just sees two sons of Odin? You two are far more than just mighty Thor and trickster Loki. The people want you as you are, just like I do."
Loki closed his eyes, clutching her hand and turning to kiss her palm.
"I love you, my princess," He breathed against her skin.
He still sat, and she held him against her as she stood. She kissed his head.
"And I love you, my prince."
He stood, smiling as he looked into her eyes.
"You look so fiercely beautiful, Lynnéa, but you're missing just one thing."
Suddenly what appeared in his hand was a gold dagger. Sharp with filigree scroll work engraved throughout it. The handle was encrusted with many emeralds. Her jaw dropped as she admired the beautiful weapon.
"Is that – for me?"
"Yes," Loki assured her. He lifted her hand, wrapping it around the hilt of the dagger. A thin leather belt appeared on her hips to secure the dagger on her person. "It's about time you had your own, ek elska."
"It's beautiful, Loki, thank you," She looked it again, turning it. "But I don't know how to use it."
"I will teach you sweetheart, and we will start soon. No princess of mine will go without knowledge of defending herself," Loki looked as if he didn't like that idea at all. Lynnéa grinned. "But for now, I do believe I promised my lady that I would take her riding."
Lynnéa laughed out of sheer delight as she threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. Soon they donned capes with fur trim on the shoulders as they rode throughout the city. Lynnéa could've rode her own horse, but she wanted to be close to Loki. And Loki for one relished the feeling of his wife securely behind him, caressing her hands and wrists as her arms wrapped around his waist.
They made sure to acknowledge and smile at the commonfolk that they passed by. And said people could not help but notice how beautiful their prince and princess were together.
Loki and Lynnéa concluded their ride by arriving into the main courtyard of Valaskjalf Palace. It was alive with the presence of several servants, soldiers, and members of court going about their business.
"Good morrow, my liege!" Called Reifnir, a top lieutenant of the legion, as their horse stopped before him.
"Reifnir," Loki acknowledged the greeting with a nod of his head.
"Princess Lynnéa," He bowed his head to her. "I hope Your Highness is faring well this fine morning."
"I am indeed, thank you Lieutenant," Lynnéa nodded her head in gratitude.
"I must leave you now, sweetheart," Loki turned his head to look back at her. Lynnéa kissed his cheek, then smiled as he raised her hand to kiss her fingers.
"I think I shall continue riding on my own for a just a little while longer," Lynnéa said to Loki as he dismounted.
"Very well," He approved. "But you know my one rule, darling," He reminded her pointedly.
"Yes, I know, I must have a guard with me."
Loki caught the attention of a pair of palace guards on horseback, instructing them to accompany Lynnéa where ever she went. She didn't always understand it – Asgard seemed like such a safe world. But Loki explained that the universe was full of dangers, and even the Nine Realms held their own dangers. He would take no chances with her.
Lynnéa smiled, gripping the reins as Loki departed. He was so tall, and his steps were always so confident and graceful. She tore her gaze away reluctantly, urging Errinon – Loki's horse – forward. Soon however she found herself walking with Errinon through a market. Lynnéa was humbled when the people were thrilled to be with her.
"Princess, what is Midgard like?" One woman asked with fascination.
"Where to begin?" Lynnéa searched for the words. "It's much larger than Asgard, and nearly 8 billion people live there in many different countries. Thousands of different languages are spoken. And there are so many places that draw countless people for their natural beauty: the Grand Canyon, the British Isles, the white sandy beaches of the Caribbean, the Rocky Mountains, the volcanoes you can walk on in Hawaii -" The people around her looked amazed. She smiled. "Niagra Falls, one of the largest waterfalls on Earth, the Great Lakes, the African Plains filled with so many magnificent animals."
"That sounds incredible," Someone said in amazement.
"It is," Lynnéa confirmed. "And I only got to visit a few of those places during my time there. But I'm so grateful to be here on Asgard with all of you. It's beauty is beyond what anyone on Earth could dream of – I promise you that."
The people around her smiled, their pride in their home evident. She treasured her time with the families of Asgard, even embracing and holding some of the children. And to think she was barely beginning her life here. What an adventure it would be.
It was afternoon by the time she arrived back at the palace and she was floating on air. After eating her midday meal she threw herself into her duties, as she was certain Loki was doing as well. And when the day began to turn to night, she was ready to rest for the evening. But she hadn't seen her husband since their ride this morning.
She hoped that Loki was done for the day as well, but if he wasn't she would accept that and offer to keep him company or to help him in any way that she was able. So she made her way to the throne room. When she arrived, it was empty save for a handful of guards. Loki's helmet however was next to the throne.
Not giving up, Lynnéa looked about some more. Turning to enter one of the hallways, she finally spotted Loki at the end talking with a couple advisors. He didn't seem to notice her presence at all.
That gave her an idea.
Going back to the throne room, she walked up the steps and took her husbands helmet. She could hardly contain her giggles as she walked to her and Loki's chambers. She felt very mischievous.
Lynnéa lounged near the fire as she waited for Loki. At last she heard the doors open, and trying to suppress a cheeky grin she put on the helmet. It was heavy, big, and too large for her head to fit right. But she did her best.
He walked in, undoing his vembraces on his arms and then got to work on his leather jerkin. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Lynnéa, sitting there with a smug smile on her face.
"Well, hello," Loki greeted her, sounding impressed. "I was wondering where that went to," He playfully scolded her.
"I was bored," Lynnéa shrugged. "I went looking for you and there it was – a glorious opportunity."
"I see. Well," Loki came up to her and removed the helmet. "I'm not sure whether I should be amused," He set it aside. "Or if I should put you in your place, ek elska. What do you think?" His silky voice became darker.
"My Lord, there is no one above you in Asgard," Lynnéa leaned closer to him. "I am entirely at your mercy."
Suddenly, she was pulled to her feet. Loki only smirked devilishly before kissing her – hard. Lynnéa pushed him against the nearby wall, moaning as his tongue stroked her own. With one hand his fingers laced themselves in her silky hair, and with the other he possessively dug his fingers into her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Lynnéa's hands snaked up his neck, landing in his black hair. His hand held her ass, gathering the fabric of her gown in his fist. Loki's lips moved to her neck, devouring the sensitive skin there. Lynnéa tipped her head back.
"Are you sure you want to be at the mercy of a god?" Loki gathered her hair into his hand. "There won't be anyone who could save you," He promised menacingly into her ear while he swiftly stripped her of her gown and her armor.
She pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. She could feel how wet she was becoming for him, and she wanted him to do his worst. To own her.
Lynnéa's hands went to his jerkin, finishing the work he had only just started. He only stood there, watching in satisfaction she undressed him. His eyes closed once only his pants were left, and she quickly undid them, lowering herself to the floor to pull them down roughly.
"How lovely you are while on your knees for me," Loki grasped her chin, beckoning her to look up at him. "It suits you well. You know what to do."
Loki took his erection in his fist. Lynnéa peered up at him, her sure hands sliding down his pelvis. He released his cock and she leaned forward, her tongue confidently sweeping over the head.
He leaned his head back, his fingers lacing with her hair encouragingly as he took in the pleasure of his cock being worshiped by her lips. He sighed as she licked the entire underside of his shaft before enclosing her mouth around him entirely, thrusting her head back and forth. The sensation was so great he could only grit his teeth.
Who was truly in command right now? Lynnéa was the one on her knees before her king, but she was one giving him one of the ultimate pleasures a man could experience. And by his breathing and the sounds he was making she could tell she was doing a good job. She took his sac in one hand, holding and squeezing it gently and her other hand held the base of his shaft so that could it would be even easier for her to lavish it with her mouth and tongue.
"Oh God," Loki breathed, his fingertips switching between tenderly stroking her temple to gripping her hair. "My dear Lynnéa. What talent-" He grunted as she squeezed her cheeks together, creating a suction effect. He laughed breathlessly. "What delicious talent you have beneath your angelic beauty."
She pulled back and smiled innocently. He did want to be the master tonight.
"And it is all for you, my king."
"And no one else, my sweet."
She moaned in agreement as she captured his cock once again with her mouth. He sighed, quickly getting lost once again. Lynnéa stroked him in earnest now, and with glee noticed that he could not contain the animalistic sounds that were erupting from him. His breath came in gasps and she felt him grow taut in her mouth.
"I hope you're ready, Lynnéa," Loki ground out roughly.
Lynnéa prepared her throat, welcoming the burst of Loki's seed as loud bursts of groans escaped from him. He'd been unable to keep from throwing his head back at the intensity of his orgasm, but he peered down at his princess as she accepted every last drop as he came down from the peak.
He pulled her up, clutching her to his chest as he caught his breath. Lynnéa couldn't help but look up at him. His every sound and reaction had made her practically dripping by now, but it was just as pleasurable to watch him as he recovered, his eyes closed as his toned chest heaved.
"Oh, my sweet," Loki finally looked into her eyes. "You are a goddess indeed." He bent down capturing her lips with his.
Lynnéa gasped as she felt his finger tip probe her entrance down below.
"And you clearly enjoyed sucking my cock, didn't you ek elska?"
She only whimpered as Loki fully inserted a finger, having no trouble due to just how ready she was.
"Does my most loyal and perfect subject wish to experience the same pleasure now?" Loki crooned against her ear. "My tongue and my fingers working together to have you screaming my name, hmm?"
Lynnéa hung onto Loki tightly as he gazed at her intently.
"Yes," She moaned. "Yes, please Loki."
Suddenly he lifted her up, his hands supporting her ass as she wrapped herself around him. She kissed his neck and shoulder as he carried them to the bed.
The silk sheets felt divine underneath her as Loki laid her down, but not so divine as Loki's hands on her body. But there was no teasing and warm up now. He knew she was ready. Lynnéa clutched the sheets as he roughly spread her legs. She sucked in a breath as Loki gazed upon her.
"So beautiful," His sure fingers smoothed up her inner thigh. "And mine," He growled. Lynnéa gasped as he inserted two fingers into her. "But," He crawled up to her, his fingers not leaving their ministrations. "I take care of what is mine."
Lynnéa's hands touched his shoulders as he went back down, stopping for a couple minutes to kiss and suck on her breasts. How did he know exactly what to do to make her writhe?
Then he at last settled between her legs, and Lynnéa lurched when his mouth latched onto her clitoris. She sighed.
"Oh," She moaned as his fingers continued to stroke inside of her, his tongue ravished her engorged bud. "Loki."
His hands gripped her hips, keeping her firmly in place. She bit her lip as his tongue swept up from her entrance up over her clit. Her pleasure was building.
"My what a sight you are," Loki murmured.
Lynnéa cried out as his fingers curled dramatically inside of her, hitting the most sensitive spot. The sensations were out of this world. But the part that really took Lynnea's breath away was the fact that Loki genuinely loved doing this to her – licking her, tasting her, and bringing her to pieces with his mouth. He loved her body including the most intimate places that were just for him. To Lynnéa there was no feeling quite like that – being on the receiving end of that kind of adoration.
Lynnéa could feel herself beginning to spasm. She threw her head back.
"Beg, my darling," Loki's husky voice uttered, dripping with lust. "And I shall delight in making you cry out my name."
"Please," Lynnéa panted. "I'm so close. Please Loki."
In response, his movements became faster with more pressure. She was about to explode as she felt herself become wetter and wetter. Lynnéa was acutely aware of her lovers fingers and tongue as her orgasm arrived in a massive wave, gripping her hard.
"Loki!" She screamed out as her walls squeezed his fingers. He just kept stimulating her as the wave enveloped her completely. She propped herself onto her elbows as her eyes closed tightly.
She gasped for air, moaning as her orgasm finally began to subside. Loki became slower and more gentle, until finally he pulled away, breathing a little heavy himself. Lynnéa turned over onto her side to recover, bringing Loki with her. He kissed her neck and jaw.
"That felt so good," Lynnéa sighed happily.
"Hmm, are you sure? I don't know if I'm convinced," Loki pondered.
They both laughed as Lynnéa smacked his thigh. He caught her wrist, bringing her hand to cock – which was rock hard. Suddenly, she needed him. Loki brought her up so that they were both kneeling, kissing each other hard.
He still gently grasped her wrists, but Lynnéa was feeling aggressive. She pushed him down onto his back, and he grunted. They looked into each other's eyes, the challenge, the boldness evident in both of them.
The truth was that Loki and Lynnéa had a very erotic sex life. And things were moderately rough on a regular basis. But sometimes it ventured into very rough. When this happened, Loki watched Lynnea's reactions, expressions, and body language carefully. And the first time they ever brought it to that level Loki had ordered her before hand to signal to him if they needed to slow down or stop and they would instantly. And he reserved the right to stop anyway if he thought she needed to.
Lynnéa leaned over him now, a smug glint in her eyes.
Loki was truly a little unprepared for the slap that came in contact with his cheek, causing him to turn his head completely.
His sweet princess wished to be a vixen tonight.
Very well.
He turned back to look up at her. He grinned, his eyes darkly amused.
Lynnéa gasped as Loki swiftly flipped them, and he was on top of her. Then he thrust inside of her in one fluid motion. They moaned at the same time.
She held onto whatever she could – the sheets, his hair, his shoulders – for he was not being gentle. He grasped one of legs, bringing it up higher in order to get as as deep as possible.
"Oh, god," Loki ground out, ferociously thrusting into Lynnéa. "Oh, my love."
"Yes, Loki," She cried. "I need you to fill me."
And soon, they cried out together as Loki released his seed into her.
They laid together for a few moments before Loki got up. Lynnéa smiled when he came back to the bed with two glasses of wine. She sat up on her knees as Loki got on the bed using his knees as well.
"Oh, thank you," She went to reach for one of the glasses but it was pulled away before she could grab it. She pouted.
"What?" Loki asked. "Did you have the impression that one of these was for you, sweetheart?"
"Ha ha," Lynnéa crossed her arms. "You're funny."
"Oh, I know that," He took a sip from his glass, looking victorious.
"Come on," Lynnéa nearly whined, reaching out again. This time Loki held the glass up high in the air. She couldn't reach it unless she stood up.
She was indeed married to the trickster god.
Loki laughed aloud as she stretched as far as she could. Finally he brought it down and gave it to her, chuckling as she gave a little squeal of delight.
"You are adorable, ek elska," He kissed her forehead before touching his own forehead there.
"I know," She smiled.
"Oh, my dear," He laughed again. "How I love you."
"I love you, too," Lynnéa leaned forward, kissing his lips.
