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Loki continued to ponder the consequences of his actions. The Jotuns were gone, destroyed by Odin, however the look on Liya's face. That was an image that he would never forget. He had never seen her look like that before, so frightened. The stories that roamed the Nine Realms about the Frost Giants surely terrified any child that heard them. The monster under the bed or in the closet prompting good behavior or face being eaten; that look was a child's look of a very real fear. Loki never wanted to see a look of such horror stuck on the lovely face of his fiancé, yet without explanation it was there and the way Andrei had reacted in the Vault. There was more to that look than a simple childhood story. The Trickster would figure it out, he had to. He reached the Odinsleep Chamber to see Liya, and that horrified look still ruining her pretty features. The Princess looked so small, not just her posture as she was sitting on the floor with her knees pulled tightly into her chest. It was her whole presence, as if she was a child again.

Loki looked at her, studying her carefully, he had seen that look before. She wore it when she was brought to Alfheim. He put the puzzle together the Jotuns must have had something to do with Saga's death. At this realization everything made sense. A small trick on his behalf turned into a huge crime where Amaliya was concerned. He should have…

"Loki," the alarmed voice of Amaliya broke into his thoughts and before he knew it her arms were around his neck holding onto him as tightly as she could.

His arms instinctively pulled her into him. She was trembling, damn. He caused this. He composed himself holding her tighter to him, "It's alright my Dove," he whispered. "They're gone," his voice was soft and calming. He looked to his mother who nodded, "Come Liya," he picked up the slight girl carrying her to her room.

The walk to her chamber wasn't a long one, but it felt like miles to Loki. He looked at the Princess with such heaviness in his heart, he didn't know but how could he have done this? They needed to clear the air; obviously he wouldn't reveal he was the cause of the Jotun attack today. Mischief wasn't stupidity.

Liya buried her face into his chest once inside her room. He sat on her bed with Liya still in his arms. Her lilac irises turned to his bright green eyes, "I was so frightened," she confessed.

Loki looked away from her scared gaze for a moment before returning to her eyes, "I am sorry," he caressed her face softly.

There was a pregnant pause between the two lovers. Amaliya held onto Loki as if she were to let go then she would lose him to the void of space. Her small voice spoke into his clothes, "The Jotuns killed my mother," she told him, her speech was oddly calm.

There it was the explanation for everything. He shook his head in mock shock, but before he could say anything in response she continued.

"They were there to kill me."

All the air got sucked out of the room, it became cold and the Trickster shivered. Saga was one thing however he had inadvertently put Liya in mortal danger. The Jotuns wanted to kill her all those years ago. No wonder she had been hidden on Alfheim. It all made sense now, how could he have been so utterly idiotic just to ruin Thor's day. The air returned to him and he gulped in far too much that he started to cough.

"Loki," Amaliya questioned, the concern in her voice was tenfold.

"I'm fine Dove," he lied to her. His composure returned but he would never forgive himself for this infraction. "How do you know they were…?" the words got lost.

"Odin," she told him quietly.

Odin had in fact revealed to her, against her father's wishes, why the Jotuns attempted to kill not only Saga but Amaliya as well.

"Odin," he repeated looking at her utterly confused.

Amaliya moved from Loki's arms and started pacing, she was still visibly shaking. Her movement stopped but her dress wrapped around her feet. Liya looked at her fiancé unsure of how to start telling him everything that their parents never intended them to know. This information scared her, she didn't know if Loki would no longer want her, love her…her eyes pleaded with him.

Loki moved to her wrapping her into a protective embrace, "You don't have to tell me Liya," he told her softly. He brought her lips to his savoring her subtle yet sweet taste. Those lips would have made the finest wine and he could forever drink of it.

The timing wasn't perfect, nor did he ever think it would be, however there was no time better than to claim the Princess as his own. His long and deft fingers slowly, painstakingly removed her dress from her shoulders; it fell to the floor revealing her undergarments and a tightly cinched corset. Her bosoms heaved as her breath got caught in her throat. Liya was indeed nervous but she trusted Loki implicitly and let him undress her. Never had she been naked in front of anyone it set her heart racing and a shiny sheen of sweat started to form on her bare skin.

The Trickster stood back in a state of awe. Amaliya was indeed beautiful, no one could argue that, but seeing her once again so vulnerable and within his grasp aroused him more than he ever thought he could be. He pulled Liya to him roughly holding her firmly by the small of her back, her naked and wet skin against his clothes. Amaliya could feel him pressing against her thigh and an involuntary shudder flooded her body.

Loki smiled, "Are you mine Dove," he whispered biting her ear lobe.

"Y…y…yes," she answered still shivering.

"You sound unsure," Loki teased touching her collarbone. His fingers lightly traced her skin down her arm, "Are. You. Mine?" he asked in a strong staccato kissing her jawline as he asked his wicked question once more.

"Yes," her voice was stronger but breathy as she answered.

"Submit to me," he told her, "submit to my every whim," his lips met hers again for a brief moment, "and I will worship you for all eternity."

Liya looked him directly in the eye, "I am yours my King."

Without direction Liya removed Loki's clothing, the Trickster was speechless for once that she had submitted this quickly and without fail. There would never be another that could take her place. She would fulfill his every wish without question and he would indeed worship her mind, body, and soul for as long as he lived.

The Princess stared at the now bare form of Loki standing before her. He looked magnificent. The lithe and lean muscles nearly poked through his pale skin, she could see every curve all too often hidden under his clothes. His length made her purple eyes widen with desire and her mouth started to water. The Trickster watched as her eyes turned greedy for him. Perhaps he was wrong and this was the perfect time for them. He grabbed the Princess firmly by the arms pulling her into him. Loki's stiffness once again pushed against her thigh causing the most unusual and delightful sensation between her legs. He kissed her, his sliver tongue invaded her mouth while his hands fisted in her hair holding her to him. Liya moaned into his lips and in turn explored his mouth with her tongue. His taste was salty sweet and otherworldly, surely only such a taste could be found in the halls of Valhalla.

Loki's hands released her hair leaving the braids in shambles. The explored the virgin body of Amaliya, her flawless breasts and pert nipples the color of pale pink roses. He teased her relentlessly, rolling the hard flesh between his fingertips before massaging her breasts releasing another moan from the Princess. A more lovely sound Loki had yet to hear. His hands continued to move down her body, he could feel the goosebumps that followed his fingers as they traced the concave of her stomach.

The Trickster reached her apex feeling the somewhat rough hair that covered his coveted treasure. He ran his hand through the tendrils feeling Liya twitch ever so slightly. He stopped all his assault on Liya for a moment. Their lips parted slightly, there was no going back if they continued, no stopping this.

His lips slightly parted, "Say the word and I'll stop," he whispered.

Liya pushed his hand between her legs, "Don't ever stop," she told him.

The flood of warmth that Loki felt around his hand and between his fingers was magical. He plunged them inside to find her ever so inviting, clenching around his fingers trying so desperately to hold them inside of her. A wide smirk found Loki's face as he pushed in and out of her, slowly at first feeling her tighten around him. He looked at her face as he continued a mix of pain and pleasure graced her face creating this amalgamation that made her so beautiful.

"Let go Liya," he commanded softly.

A loud groan escaped her mouth as Loki quickened his pace inside her; he was met with more sticky sweet wetness as Liya experienced her first orgasm. Holding his hand in place slowing his movements bringing her down as gently as he could before removing his hand to taste his handiwork; he sucked in his fingers tasting her, but couldn't compare anything to what graced his tongue now. He needed more.

Loki picked up Liya carrying to her bed; he laid her down gently before climbing over her. She was so vulnerable in this moment, willing to give into his every desire. He smiled perhaps he would leave something to be desired for their next time. He kissed her lips before moving to her neck, then her collarbone, her chest…he made his was down her body with his mouth and tongue just as his hands had done.

Liya whimpered and sighed with pleasure at every nip of his teeth, every lap of his tongue, and every kiss from his lips. She felt lightheaded and present all at the same time. A flood of sensation came over her and she didn't have the words to describe how he was making her feel. A scream erupted from her mouth as Loki took a firsthand taste of her sweet, hot, and wet center. The Trickster smiled hoping to hear that scream over and over again. He would be relentless in his efforts to please her.

Loki lapped up everything she had to give him, it was the most delicious meal he ever had. His tongue made the rounds diving inside her, licking up and down making her jump and wail, to circling her pearl making her legs inadvertently shake while trying to get away from him.

"Now, now Dove," he pulled her hips back to his mouth, "I am not done feasting on you."

Her breath was heavy and sweat covered her pale skin, "L…L…Loki," she whimpered out fisting her hands in his long hair, somewhat pulling him away from her.

He took the silent order, she was quivering around him barely able to hold her legs up perhaps it was time to let her rest for a moment. Loki moved from in between her legs to her side holding her lightly letting her breathe. He kissed her cheek helping her to calm down. Her body eventually stopped shaking, he had to remember this was her first time, not all his tricks could be done. He brushed the hair stuck to her forehead away. There was nothing but love pulsing through his being as he held her in post climactic bliss. The girl, this woman now, would hold his heart for all time; nothing would tear them apart, nothing.

He watched as her eyes got heavy and her breathing even out. He would let her sleep, for now, there would come a time when nothing would stop their love making even if Asgard itself was falling down around them. For now she could rest, for now it was just the two lovers wrapped in ecstasy.