"You may stay here," she said. They entered the palace's grand bedroom. Hela's fingers were wrapped tightly around Loki. His mind was a mess, barely registering her words. He stood just inside, wrapped in a baggy shirt and light trousers that she'd placed over him out of the shower.
"Can I get you anything?" She turned to him and asked. 'You've done enough' , Loki thought, but simply shook his head, unwilling - unable to speak. She nodded.
"Then I'll be back for you later," She said before releasing his hand and leaving the room. He turned to watch the door close behind her. Around the latch formed a black stone, fusing the door to the frame. She wouldn't have wanted him trying to escape her clutches. He turned back, inspecting the rest of the room. She left the balcony open, but it led nowhere. They were high above the land and only a fool would try to leave that way.
The rest of the room was darkly decorated, far from its original design when his parents resided in it. He'd only been here once before, when he was a very young child. Where he remembered walls of gold were now the darkest black. Where he remembered portraits of his adopted family and him, now etchings in the wall of Hela. Where there were red linens across the sprawling bed, now sat dark green sheets. As a boy he would feel humbled to be present here, but under her rule it was just sickening.
He began to feel a quake in his legs as it dawned on him how real this predicament was. With the realization came regret. With the last of the strength he held, Loki walked toward the bed and collapsed onto it. While it was certainly far more comfortable than the infirmary, he felt disgusted to lay on it. He thought he deserved nothing more than the cold floor for his actions. He even considered the pavement at the base of the castle for a moment.
He wondered if this was this how Odin felt to have his rule taken by an outsider and fear the fate of Asgard. He came to accept that his Father never trusted him as he did Thor. Perhaps now he might think higher of him, compared to Hela's tyrannical rule. Or perhaps his actions served to remind him of her, leading him to never view him as a potential ruler.
Loki could feel the back of his head begin to throb. The thoughts of his failure as king and as a son to him tortured his mind. Thor wouldn't have fallen so easily. He wonder if Thor had made it to Asgard behind her instead of him, things would quickly be back to normal and Hela would be dead or imprisoned. But now Thor is likely dead and he lay here her prisoner. Loki rolled his body over on the bed to gaze toward the sky. At first he assumed the wet drops that rolled down his cheek were from his still wet hair. The sting in his eyes told him otherwise.
He figured he must look pathetic the way he layed here. Tortured by regret, wounded in dishonourable combat, crying alone in his own parents' bed. The only saving grace of the moment was that he was alone. Even after Frigga's death and his imprisonment, it wasn't until Thor's desperate plea for his help that he showed any such emotion. He started to wipe his face, but soon an echo of his mother's voice when he was a boy came to his head. She always told him to let out the negative emotions. She would say that nobody would see it as a weakness, that the strongest warriors of the cosmos let their tears flow. Loki never believed her then, but now there was no one there - no one to judge him for now and Hela would likely not be back for quite a while.
The next few hours of sulking and aching passed slowly. Loki thought his mother delusional. Open emotion did not help at all. It took all of the energy he could muster to finally roll over from the balled-up position he'd wrapped myself into. The room had gone dark since he last opened his eyes. He looked toward the balcony and saw only the night's stars. Rising to his feet to look over the city, he was met with yet another depressing sight. As Loki leaned over the rail, he could see the vastness of what was once the bright and prosperous land. It was peculiar, but not a surprise to see hardly any manufactured light coming from the rest of Asgard now. At least the darkness hid his shame from any onlookers that would normally see him up here. That is, if anyone dared leave their homes in the first place among all this chaos.
He sank down, his back perched against the wall of the balcony. He stared up above. The only thing Hela had not yet blacked out was the sky. Loki wouldn't call what he was feeling 'hope' when he looked up at the stars, but it reminded him that there was still an entire galaxy she had not yet touched. He thought for a brief second that perhaps he might get lucky and that mad Titan who saved him before would show up and put them all out of our misery. If anyone was a match for Hela, it may be him. Of course, there's the rest of the known universe at stake if he would succeed.
His fantasies of being saved came to a halt when he heard the crackling of rocks from back inside the room. When he looked inside, he could only barely see the magic-made lock around the door crumbling and evaporating. Loki stood up cautiously. The door opened slowly and Hela emerged.
"What a day," she said with a sigh. At the snap of her fingers, the room lit up with green flames perched atop each of the candlesticks decorated about. She gave a confused expression when she stared at the empty bed. "Loki?" She asked while darting her head around. Her eyes quickly landed on him standing on the balcony. She smiled. "Ah, there you are."
"Did you think I'd left?" Loki asked, before turning his gaze over the edge of the railing. "Believe me, it was tempting."
She let out a short chuckle before walking toward him. Naturally, Loki stepped back - right into the railing that stopped him from falling over the edge or moving any further.
"Oh, don't joke like that, brother."
Her hair was let down her crown apparently retired for the night.
She was quickly pressed against him, chest-to-chest again. Loki thought this was happening entirely too often now. With one hand, she caressed his shoulder. He didn't care to look her way. Of course, she didn't care that he didn't care. Her other hand landed on his cheek, turning his head to face her. He was getting tired of the smile she wore whenever she looked at him. To his benefit, and his dread, he wouldn't have to look at it long.
Her hand migrated from his cheek to the back of his head. Her lips were forcibly locked to his. He resisted and tried to pull away. Her grip didn't allow such freedom. Loki could only grumble his disdain into her mouth. It didn't stop her from shoving her tongue into his. He expected her to taste like death. No, only normal Asgardian tongue flavours. That made it even worse.
She abruptly pulled her face away from his. Now he was met with her frowning lips and sharp eyes. She stayed silent, apparently studying his face for a few seconds.
"You look stressed, Loki."
'No shit' he thought.
"I'm stressed too."
'Right, because you are only the ultimate power in Asgard now.'
She looked toward the bed, then back to him. Her smile returned.
"Perhaps we should move in from the cold air."
'Oh, no.'
"Come, brother!" She kept her grip on Loki's arm, tugging him with her while she marched toward the bed. She lightly threw him down to the soft mattress. He found it preferable to landing on the hard floor after a thirty-minute fall. That preference changed when she joined him, gracefully dropping next to him while he tried to find a comfortable position. She laid parallel to him, head propped up on a hand and shoulder and staring at him with that increasingly annoying smile. With the green light reflecting on her pale skin, she almost looked alien. It reminded Loki of the Zehoberei people, although the mock-daughter of the Titan was the only he'd ever seen.
"Well," Hela finally spoke up, "we've certainly both had a long past few days, haven't we?"
An angered expression took him over.
"Between being stabbed," he snapped, "having my people slaughtered, falling into a short coma, being kept prisoner, and being violated in the shower - all your doing, by the way - well… I'll say you're quite observant."
Loki threw himself around, turning away from her in a huff.
"Oh, darling," She said from behind his back and placing her hand on his shoulder. "You really are stressed, aren't you?"
He ignored her. She didn't stop.
"Well, there's one way I know to relieve stress."
Loki a bad feeling about where this was going.
"I've already done it myself today, in fact. It really helps, if you want me to show you. Here, roll over." It wasn't as much a suggestion as it was an order as she turned him over to face the ceiling. She brought herself closer, now hovering right over him. Against his will, Loki made himself look at her.
"The only stress relief I need is to be out of your presence!" He grumbled. She rolled her eyes, lips still turned upward.
"Oh, don't be so rude. I want to help you," she said as her hand trailed down his arm slowly. He knew exactly where she was going. He grabbed her wrist in an attempt to stop what was about to happen.
" Loki… " she stretched out his name. Her hand continued on it's slow path downward. His stayed firmly attached to her wrist, but it didn't change anything. "Let your sister help you."
"You're not my-" Loki began to shout before he felt her open palm graze the fabric over his groin. He choked on his words and his head jerked toward the opposite wall. Part of him couldn't believe she was doing this again. He finally gathered enough of himself to quietly mumble "You're not my sister."
While any shred of his dignity threw itself over the edge of the balcony, she continued padding over his cock. Loki wasn't going to be able to stop this. He could only hear himself mindlessly begin to plead for her to stop what she was doing. His wishes were nothing compared to hers.
"Shhh…" Hela held a finger over her lips. Her hand dipped below his waistline. "I'm going to make it all better for you, brother ."
Loki didn't know what the point of correcting her again would be. The only thing he could control was his own body. That's what he thought, at least. An even more disgusted feeling set inside him as he felt himself begin to harden at her touch once again. He heard her let out a joyed moan when she realized it as well. She wrapped her hand around his girth and began stroking.
Up and down, she slowly worked his flesh until he was hard as stone. When Loki rolled his head to look at her again, the pained look on his face seemed not to phase her while she bit her bottom lip.
"You see?" She whispered. "It's already starting to work."
Her gaze locked on his cock when she tugged the trousers away.
His mind was running on a sort of autopilot as she continued stroking him off. It was like something out of a fever-dream. This foreign hand wrapped around him, illuminated in a green hue, and only the feeling of shame and wrongfulness surrounding it.
He barely registered when she changed positions. He could feel the shifting in the bed, but it was as though time was frozen and racing at the same time. She had moved herself over him now, her head positioned over his cock. Her clothes had apparently disappeared again, as well.
She licked her lips once before looking him in the eye as she touched her tongue to the tip. She didn't break her eye-contact as she wrapped her lips around as well. There was nothing around to fixate on but her in the mostly dark room. Loki trembled as she managed to fit the entirety of his shaft into her mouth. Once the tingling started and grew strong, he knew he was done-for. She briefly took him out of her mouth to speak quietly.
"Come for me, Loki. Come for your queen,"
She licked the length of the shaft, "For your sister."
Loki threw his head back as it happened. It was the only part he could feel so clearly. The lips and tongue over him. The fingers wrapped around the base. The strong throbbing. The spurts of semen blowing out of him and straight into her mouth.
He heard her swallow his stolen seed down into her throat. He did nothing.
He heard her say "Good boy" as she crawled back to his side. He was silent.
He felt her lips on his again. She wrapped her arms around him, burying herself into his side. He didn't move.
"You see? Look how calm you've become," was the last thing Loki heard her say before he drifted off into unconsciousness.