Chapter three

Thanks for the Memories

Loki sat in his room, his hands in his lap neatly, his green eyes fixated upon the wall. Though he knew very well that he had every ability to roam this room, had the chance to lie down and stretch on a real bed. He did not allow himself to though. Instead he replayed the image seared into his mind of Freya, the woman he had grown up with, called sister… He just kept returning to the look of her sad eyes, the heart-shattering smile she gave him, her grief in her voice as she spoke. I love you too, Brother.

How he loathed her words.

Through the wall some off form of Midgardian music drifted through to his hearing, the words oddly fitting.

I'm gonna make you bend and break

(It sent you to me without wings)

Say a prayer, but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show

(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)

"Nngh…" Her voice was muffled by his lips as he kissed her deeply, his fingers threaded through hers, pinning her arms over her head, their lower bodies moving in unison. There were no other sounds in the dark room save the swallowed moans, sighs, groans and the faintest hint of the headboard hitting the wall. The feelings of her warmth surrounding him, covering him, her lips parted for his tongue to slip inside and taste her.

As he drew closer to his end, which promised to be as extraordinary as ever, he could feel her quivering walls clench and begin to spasm. His thrusts grew violently fast and strong as he sought to feel her release onto his jerking length, his own impending climax threatening to happen before her own and he would rather sit butt naked in the snows of Jotunheim rather than come first. His fears-if you could call them that-were short lived as the perfect creature beneath him let out a strangled cry into his mouth, her hips snapping up. Her walls clamped upon him and then he felt it… the warmth of her essence flooding out of her, bathing him like the waters of a warm bath. As soon as he felt it he let himself go, growling, snarling even as rope after rope of his seed was embedded within her young, perfect body.

In the aftermath he laid beside her, no longer buried to the hilt within her body, instead lying on his back, holding her close to him. She sighed, her head resting on his pale chest, her equally pale hair stirring with every breath he took. "You look pensive, my love, why is that?"

"Don't you ever wonder what they'd think about us?"

And I want these words to make things right

But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you've got better put

Your fingers back to the keys

Knocking on the door roused Loki from his thoughts, his mind becoming more a realm to him than any of the others he knew of or had been to. He supposed he had to open the door, lest someone break it down in haste to see he had escaped. The very thought made the once prince scoff. He was several feet above the ground without his magic and they thought he could escape. Unlikely.

Crossing to the door with a slow purposefulness, Loki was shocked to find Freya standing before him. His wide eyes slowly narrowed as he asked with an icy calm demeanor, "Can I help you?"

"Loki, can we talk?"

"Oh, I suppose so." He turned away, hands laced behind his head as he walked. "And what could be so important that the Goddess of Love would visit a lowly fallen creature such as myself?" His voice kept the silky charm as he spoke though his words were like daggers. "Tell me, Freya, what is it like to be sovereign over something that supposedly exists? Love…" He snorted, "And they called me God of lies…"

"Loki," Freya's voice was firm but soft, "I know you are hurt by my actions but I couldn't stay… Not after what had happened."

"And why not?!" Loki demanded, turning to face her now, anger twisting his features. "Why couldn't you stay?! We needed you in Asgard, I needed you!"

"How was I supposed to face everyone when my heart was so clearly broken?!" Freya shouted at him.

"Just because you got your feelings hurt, you think you can LEAVE?!" He gripped her arms suddenly, pulling her close, his fingers slowly turning blue. "You weren't the only one who was suffering!" In the next moment something happened that snapped Loki out of his rage.

She cried out in pain.

Though it was soft it was enough to bring Loki to the present where his fingers had not only bruised her flesh but froze bits of it. His eyes widened and he dropped her arms, immediately crossing to the furthest point of the room from her, horrified with his actions.

"Loki, it's alright, I'm fine." Already the marks faded as her body healed itself. "Please, don't be this way…" She moved closer to him, wanting to assuage his guilt.

"I can't do anything right with you, Freya." Loki closed his eyes, his head leaning back against the wall.

"That's not true."

"Isn't it though?" Loki asked, sliding his eyes open once more to lock with her blue-violet gaze. "I hurt you with my touch; I wound you with my words…" He smiled a self-loathing smile, "I couldn't even be your brother without ruining things."

"That is not your fault," Freya told him, moving to take his face into her hands, forcing him to lock eyes with her. "It was I who purposely tempted you, I who assured you, I who seduced you." Her voice was scarcely above a whisper.

"And you're doing it again…" Loki whispered as she brought her lips to his.

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

He tastes like you only sweeter