You can't escape me my love: Chapter 3: Aftermath and a couple of months later
(Disclaimer, see chapter 1...)
Sychie had woken up with Loki staring at her, with his arms caging her to his side, she felt sore but throughly pleasured, as his mouth had landed on hers on a gentle and passionate kiss.
When Loki's arms had wrapped around her soft body, easing her on to her back as her hands had tunnled in his hair, her soft naked body was under his, while his mouth was busy dominating hers. As
Loki had left her mouth and trailed kisses and nips down her heated body, fire was crackling all over her body both inside and outside, as he had ventured down to her navel and kissed the exact center.
Sychie had whimpered as he had made his way back up to her mouth, she had gasped when his erection was buried deeply inside of her, with her body was wrapped rightfully around his. Loki's hips were
thrusting deeper and harder inside of her; he wanted no one taking her away from him, not even her youth. Sychie's mouth was finally released by Loki with his hips angling and surging in her body, he was
making sure that her eyes and his were piercing each others' souls "Feel me move, love, this is us. Coming together, becoming one... every inch sliding in and out of you... I belong...'' He had growled
between his clentched teeth, as his mouth went to her neck and began to kiss her slim swan-like neck. Loki had deliberately slowed his pace, as he had stopped thrusting suddenly and slowly withdrew his
body from hers.
"Turn over, and get on your hands and knees.'' His throat was raw and sore from growling with the animalistic need of her, his want of her... no *need* of her was sending him falling into the
abyss and he wasn't very certain that he could to be stopped. As Sychie had obeyed, while his hand had ventured down to his shaft and started to stroke; Loki begun to inch his way to her, and when he had
placed his hand on her hip and guided her to his cock, Sychie had flipped her head back and gasped. Maybe it was just her, or did he get bigger and thicker? She had let out a small whimper, while Loki had
buried himself all the way to his hilt "Feel us coming together, my sword and your sheath.'' His hot ragged gasping was in her ear, as his hands had fastened on to her hips as his hips had snapped into hers,
he had gone harder and faster he never wanted this to end, him buried so deeply in her hot tight channel, Loki had gripped her hips tighter. As he had turned her around with his magic so that they were facing
another mirror "Sychie...'' He had growled while thrusting manically deep and possessed, Loki had flipped her over back on her back and had settled his weight on top of her and thrusted harder inside of her,
he had exploded deep. As both Sychie and Loki came again; he had collasped on top of her and pillowed his head on her breasts, both were sweaty and sated. He had gathered her close to him and held her while
she slept and making sure that the rings were linked: the rings were designed to let him know her thoughts better. Now that her body belonged to him, and his body will always belong to her, as his leg had thrown
itself over hers, he had lowered his head on her shoulder, watching her sleep until he had drifted off.
******A couple of months later******
As Sychie was sitting in the gardens, enjoying the quiet, the chilly air playing with her face and her hair. With a sigh, she had gotten up and walked around to the stables where the horses were kept,
they always soothed her, although some part of her loved the attention that Loki had demanded of her- but there was something that has been nagging at her. As she had reached her favorite horse a beautiful dark
brown paint, he had a perfect temperment. Sychie had smiled and opened the stall door, and grabbed up her favorite reings, sometimes whenever the mood took her she road bare back, and today she was in the mood
to ride bare back. She had always had a way with animals. She had remembered that much, but other things she wasn't so sure anymore "Come on, baby...'' She had crooned softly to the horse, while hopping on and
galloping off; she was grateful that the guard around the stable was light today. As she had chosen a serene path that she had always taken the paint, she would always pet the beautiful creature while riding somehow
it soothed them both. She was the only mortal on this planet and that itself was very lonely, there was no one there that understood the feeling of being lost, Frigga was always so welcoming and sweet to her: Sychie
had remembered that she had met Odin.
And that within itself was daunting, thankfully he didn't stay long, only an hour or two and even that was too long. Sychie had taken off the typical trail and had the paint gallop faster, she loved it the wind in the
face, she had never felt so alive- only when Loki was around. There was just something about the way that he had commanded her to be around him, it was she couldn't think of the way that it made her feel. Though it didn't
make her feel threatened, well not really, she just could figure it out. Who was she? And when she had met Odin, he had acted as though he hated her, he was gruff and very stand-offish with her. Even though she was the queen,
and was to be respected and obeyed; Sychie had settled the paint into a small trot her long hair was swaying behind her, her black low-cut dress with a lace trim drawing attention to her plump breasts. The garment had reached
her ankles as she was still riding side saddled; however the one thing that she hated was being cold. And Loki was figuring out a way to turn her immortal, but the idea of it was both frightening and interesting, As she had arrived
to a small wooded area, the snow was falling. Sychie had sighed, as the cold air had escaped, in a small cloud of smoke "Whoa, baby...'' She had crooned to the galloping creature, she shivered, she should've brought a cloak or at
least a cape. She had shivered again as she had dismounted and led the horse through the snow; while her warm black furred boots were walking the gathering wind and snow was falling faster and sticking to the cold ground.
As the paint had kept up with her, as Sychie had started to sing quietly, as always the horse would nuzzle her and urged her to sing and pet him. Her left finger was tingling, she had wrapped her arms around herself, the
snow and cold and the wind were her real enemy. She had moved closer to her horse, while they had stopped walking the paint had began to be skiddish, and that was impossible when she had looked over to the south and she saw
two trolls. They were about eight feet tall and had browinsh green skin, with their teeth rotted fangs, their claws were stained with blood, old blood, Sychie had no fighting skill Loki didn't want her in a battle. But now she had wished
that she had a little fighting knowledge, backing up slowly making sure that she was near the mane, so that she could make good her escape. The two were watching her eye humping her "I know who you are...'' Came one of their harsh
raspy voices, Sychie had felt sick, now she really wished that she would've stayed in the stable. Another spoke "Brother, this is Sychie wife to Loki, the king of this world...'' They were leering at her "Well, she's alone, and what he doesn't
know will not hurt us, brother, we can share her. Loki's little play thing...'' Her dark eyes had gone wide; she and the horse were backing up, without her knowing the ring on her finger was glowing blue...
**** Mean while*****
Loki had froze in his place, Sychie! She was in danger, with a wave of his hand, he was in his typical fighting garb, sheathing some knives and leaving with a mere thought he had vanished and went to the place where the ring was
giving off the most vibes. There she was with her favorite horse and two trolls! Anger raw for what he was going to do to those would be attackers and fear for her, because trolls were known to abduct and rape human women to the point of death...
Sychie was shaking with fear while the paint was fighting the urge to buck wildly, for fear that his charge maybe injured by accident, she had placed her face in the horse's neck: she hid a sob, as she turned her head to see them coming towards
her. They had then continued to stride towards her with deliberate porpose, Sychie's heart was beating so fast, she had thought that it was going to explode. Her eyes had gone wide, and she screamed "Loki!" She was praying that he would be able to hear her
pleas for aid. The two trolls were going to attack her, and do heaven knows what; as the paint reared up and nailed one of them hard in the head killing him. If one penetrated the skull of a troll or even the heart, they die, and surely after many years of being
killed they would consider that. But trolls were not known to be smart. As the other one went to attack, Loki had appeared and stabbed him hard in his heart "You dare to occupy my lands and to attack my wife, with every intent to do her harm...'' He had
growled under his breath, while twisting the knife tighter and tighter "You dare to attack what is mine... die...'' As Loki had released the troll as the kife was removed from the troll's chest, blood had spurted from the whole, as the troll fell hard on to the
cold snowy ground. Sychie had shuddered and started to cry again, the paint had trotted over to Loki and nuzzled him, he had placed his hand on its neck and patted the animal absentmindedly. Sychie was in shock, she was shaking, her bottom lip was
quivering, she had slowly stumbled to him. They were merely breathing each others' air, her eyes were brimming with tears, her teeth were chattering her body cold: as the snow was coming down in tremendous amounts; Sychie had wrapped her arms
around Loki's lean waist and began to cry. He was shaking with fury, not at Sychie, but at those mindless baffoons trolls, as his hands were glowing red for a moment or two making sure that there was no blood decorating his hands for when he had
crushed her to him.
Loki couldn't blame Sychie, she would be bored half the time, maybe he could come up with an interesting activity to help pass the time for her... His thoughts were interrupted when Sychie's muffled voice was whispering against his chest just near his
heart. "I'm sorry, Loki...'' She had whimpered, it wasn't her fault damnit! Holding her tighter "Look at me, darling.'' She did while attempting to hide a hiccup from him "This is not your fault place the fault with me love I should've known that you would become bored
just being in the gardens and playing your instruments, and without me around you, you are cold, come home with me where you belong.'' Loki had whispered, while placing a black velvet cloak around her, Sychie had really looked up at him and saw that his beautiful
green eyes were turning red and his skin was starting to go from his typical pale color to a blue-gray color; within a bat of her eyelash, he was back to normal. Loki had placed his arm around her shoulders and guided her back to her horse; while he had climbed on and
wrapping his arms around her to make sure that he was safe. As they had galloped back to their large palace, the guards and servants were in a panic "Open the gates! King Loki and Queen Sychie are coming!'' While the gates were opening, the couple and the horse had
ran in when the gates were closing again, while the subjects and the guards were holding the reings- that had allowed Loki to slide off first and carrying Sychie inside of the palace and disappearing and reappearing in their room. Sychie wasn't affraid whenever he used
his powers, or his fighting ability, bloodshed didn't really bother her. Loki had gently set her down and with a wave of his hand the tub was filling with hot bubbles; while the tub was filling, Loki was standing over her and lifting her to her feet and crushed her to his body
"Kiss me.'' He had commanded while his mouth had covered hers and deleved deeper "Loki,'' She had moaned against his mouth, while with a desparte wave of his hand his clothen was gone, and his hands were removing the the cloak and reaching for her dress and boots.
After devising her of her clothen, their mouths were molded together, and when he had broken the kiss "Place your legs around my waist...'' He had breathed into her mouth, he looked too big, and frankly she was a bit scared, but she knew that Loki would never harm a
hair on her head. As her arms had tightened around his neck, she had then wrapped her legs around his lean waist, Sychie had cried out when he had filled her "Take all of me...'' He had whispered into her breasts, before she could blink she was in the tub with Loki bending her
backwards "Relax while I make you feel good, love.'' The attack on his Sychie, only proved to him how important they were to each other, instead of her frozen body from earlier, she was now the familiar heat and tightness and hot cream that was gripping him to the point of
pain. Sychie's hips were manically moving in a frantic tempo to match his hungry need and desire, Loki was nipping harshly at her breasts all the while pinning her hands above her head and drilling her hot tight little cavern "Loki!" She had screamed in pleasure as his mouth had
reluctantly left her breasts and nipped his way up to her neck and her jaw then her ear. As Loki had wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and his thrusting hips "tightened your cavern...'' She had managed to do so, as he had thrusted his hand had let go of her arms
and pulled her tighter to his arms so that he could feed off her mouth. Her nails were digging deeper in his back; he wanted her to feel his love, as his seed had filled her over and over again. Loki's ragged breathing was resounding in her ear, Sychie's arms were around his neck and her
head was laying limply on her shoulder, her legs were strainning to keep herself up by wrapping themselves around his hips and waist during his passionate lovemaking. But now she could barely breathe let alone move; Loki had then eased her further into the still somewhat warm water,
with another wave of his hand he had her in his arms dried and still naked, carrying her over to the bed.
After laying her down on the bed, he had joined her by spooning his body behind her wrapping her tightly in his arms, and drapping his leg over hers; while settling his head and chin on her shoulder and neck area, he had drifted off to sleeping knowing that she would follow. As
he was drifting off, his hand had then reached up and cupped one of her breasts. The next day, Loki had risen early and began to kiss his way up and down her pale throat, earning a small moan from her sleeping form, whenever he would wake up he would be very hungry for her all over again.
Once he took her over and over until they both thought that they would go into heart failure, he had smirked as she was fighting to come awake from the per-verbal layers of fog that was in her brain. Still guiding her on her back and kissed her soft pouty mouth, Sychie's dark hazel-nut eyes had
opened drozey sexy he smirked and took her mouth again and again tasting everything that she was and would ever be. Today would be the day that he would find the golden apples of immortality and have take one bite so that she would live forever; but three women sisters guard that apples well,
and they don't know Loki, and what he was capable of. And he knew exactly where the passage was located, and the three sisters were guarding the apples were dangerous, however not nearly as dangerous as him when it came to something or someone that's very important to him and he could face
those three sisters easy. Not that he would betray his Sychie with another, but those women were something, that was the only real adjective for the way to describe them. He would never harm her, or allow anyone else to do so and live to tell the tale. He would be gone for a few hours, he knew people
in Asgard that owed him some favors and he would call them in, if he had no choice, and he didn't. He had kissed her again, enjoying the way that her skin felt under his lips "Wake up love,'' As her eyes had opened robbing him of breath and sanity, she had reached up and gently touched his face. Loki knew
that he was exposing her less and less to the love spell, so that her reactions were pretty much all her.
He smiled at her lovingly while kissing that intriguing little indentiation on her chin, cupping her face in both of his hands "I need to go somewhere for an hour or so, I want you to stay here in our room, I will give everyone strict instructions so that you will be left alone, until I come back.'' Seeing
the look on her face, she had sat up "Have I done something wrong?'' Sychie had asked while Loki had leaned in closer to her "No, love, you didn't I just need to do a few errands and I will be right back, I promise you.'' He had kissed her again, he was half tempted to place her in a deep sleep until he came back,
but he wanted both her love and her trust, not to mention her devotion to him. He was very devoted to her, he would do anything that she wanted "Loki, just promise me that you will come back to me...'' Came her voice, as his mouth had drifted down to hers and sealing them together, a flash of light came and
Loki was dressed and gone: Sychie sat in bed naked while putting her chin on her knees. While looking around the lavish room, to her it felt cold and dark and even scary without Loki around but whenever he would be around her things were less frightening; Sychie was a bit braver with him around and a lot more
comfortable. She had never been away from him any longer than twenty minuets to nearly half hour; when she had lowered herself back on the mattress and started to cry she was really alone...
****Mean while on earth*****
Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow of both the Avengers and SHIELD was beyond pissed off, her little cousin Sychie Romanoff- Not that they had gotten along during their lives- Sychie was only around eleven or tweleve when Natasha had found out that she was alive. Clint, Hawkeye, was helping her
look around "Nattie, did Sychie ever say that anyone was bothering her? Or she was being over-whelmed by anything?'' He had asked while they had shut the car doors after they had inspected Sychie's home again, searching for any type of clues as to what had happened to her, both Clint and Nat had looked around and
gone over everything with a fine toothed comb. it was maddening, and that was putting things mildly; until she saw a black hair on the ground where her foot was grabbing up some tweezers Nattie had lifted it up to her face to examine it. The hair itself appeared to be male, maybe she had a boyfriend in her home, and
things turned violent? Romanoff actually sent up silent prayers that Sychie was okay, even though they never really got along- Sychie wanted that chance to bury the hatchet and rediscover her older cousin- because her other family, the ones that raised her. The ones that raised her wanted nothing to do with her and
for the first few years they treated her as if she was a house cat; Nattie was kicking herself, she should've took Sychie with her but she didn't think of anyone but herself. Bucky was right, and that was one of the many reasons as to why they weren't together anymore, and he has been dating a very nice and pretty telekentic
that's a hell of a researcher, with anything that you need! Her name was Danni, Clint knew her for a very long time, she was 22 and tall and slender with light brown hair and blue eyes; Bucky seemed to be happy with her. After deciding to take the hair sample to her at her lab, when they were done sneaking out of the home,
they had driven to the woman's lab; and as usual Bucky was there with her, he had allowed her little to no privacy, he wanted her in his sight at all times.
Danni, was her name, and researching was her game. And Bucky didn't want her out of his sight. After dropping the hair sample off to Danni, in her southern accent, said that the results will be a couple of days...
****Mean while with Loki****
He knew exactly what to do to get to the golden apple tree, and where to go, so far no one from Asgard reconized him as he took a bird's form. A raven. as the bird took flight, a couple of Odin's subjects just glanced at the creature and shrugged then went about their business. Loki inwardly smirked, things were going
according to plan; no one was the wiser. While he had taken the path that led to the three women guarding the golden apples, along with their monster, Sychie will never leave him after he would convince her into taking one bite to become immortal, then she would have ambrosha and be turned into a God like him. He would wonder
what kind of powers that she would have. He was tickled at that thought, her natural beauty will be more enhanced then normal; as he reached the point where the three vain women were guarding his destination. He had then blended in the flock of ravens, waiting watching biding his time, the one point off to their back just to the left, was
the best way to attack. Smirking, he had summoned...
The three women had turned their attentions to a group of unknown men coming to them; they had appeared to be laughing and talking about something, as the ravens took off, he did but he went in the same direction where the women were guarding his prize. Loki had timed his attack perfectly, and his talons were extended,
he dove after the tree. Loki had landed the blow and got the apple just off the top towards the back; as he took off, he made the fruit vanish and create the illusion that he was in a flock of ravens. It had worked, as if he had any doubt in his own abilities, he had flown out of sight the illusion of men had disappeared as well- the women
had then snarled and growled when a subtle power flow had wafted in the air. However they couldn't detect where it was coming from, and what was irritating them was they couldn't figure out whether it was male or female; the touch was so light and soft.
Loki had taken his human form and in his hand was the apple that he had stolen, he smirked, as he had ventured back to his kingdom and to his wife. After returning to the palace, he had hid the apple and walked inside after making himself invisible, as he past the people and the guards, he had walked up the stairs and went to their
room. As he took his visible form, he had opened the door and saw their bed empty, he had nearly lost his temper and he was going to panic, until he heard the water Loki had walked in the bathroom and saw her in the hotspring that he had made the night before. He had smiled and walked to her, as she had turned around and saw him and smiled,
he saw that her beautiful eyes were red and puffy, she had been crying "Come out of there love, you will freeze,'' He had said while holding up a soft blue fluffy towel, as she had gotten out, Loki had his eyes glued on her body that was dripping wet, as the towel had wrapped itself around her and bringing her tightly against his body. Sychie had
turned her body around to meet his gaze; he smiled while taking her hand "Sychie, my only love, come I have something for you.'' He had said while leading her to their bedroom "I have a towel on!'' She had squeaked out her protest, he chuckled "You do not need clothes for this love, sit down.'' He had said while guiding her to a small couch,
she watched as Loki had produced the apple "What is that, darling?'' She had asked while he had taken his seat next to her. Loki had gently pulled her in his lap, and brought her head to his, his mouth meeting hers in a gentle kiss, holding the apple to her face "One bite, and you will become immortal, one bite and you will never die, one bit my only
love and we will be together forever...'' His voice was pure magic, a seduction, Sychie liked being human but she loved him, she loved him enough to give him forever.
Sychie had bit her lip, and slowly took the apple, as Loki's hands had skimmed down and removed her towel "Will this hurt?'' She had asked in a low voice, while he was cupping her face, his other hand was wrapping itself around her waist holding her powerfully against him. He had leaned in and kissed that hauntingly maddening dimple
on her left side of her mouth "No, Love, it will not hurt, you will just feel a tingling here and there and that will be it. However this will be your choice and only your choice...'' With a sigh, Sychie had lifted the apple to her mouth and took a bite, it was crunchy and sweet and juicy like an apple should be. True to Loki's word that she did feel a bit of
tingling here and there, and she was fine: he smiled she was now an immortal. Sychie had leaned forward "Kiss me, my king...'' She had said while her lips touched his...
(End of chapter 3, Please read and review! I wonder what do you think should happen?)