Loki awoke and winced. He was having a hard time recalling exactly what had happened after Freya had been drug way, but he knew it had left him bloodied and bruised. He cleared his throat and as he attempted to sit up, he realized his hands were cuffed together. He chuckled. In chains, yet again. His piercing eyes had grown dark as they began to scan his surroundings. Stone walls, thick and cold, even the so called bed beneath him was stone. If he wasn't Jotun, he was certain the air would've had a bit more bite to it. The cell was dark, and completely enclosed, aside from one small rectangular hole in what he assumed was the front. It was like this prison had been built around him. Asgardian prison was heaven compared to this place and he had deserved to be there. At this moment, he was tucked in a dungeon simply for being in love.
Freya. He gulped at the thought. Normally, he could feel her presence. But now…now he felt nothing. He began to fear what they had done to her. Sure, Freyr was her brother, but the glowing hatred in his eyes when she'd uttered her true feelings about the Frost Giant left him less than convinced that she was safe.
He rose to his feet, despite a surge of pain coursing through every muscle, every limb. The Vanir had certainly taken out every ounce of their hostility. He could taste the blood in his mouth as he rolled his tongue across his teeth and tried to take a step. But as he moved a leg out, he was jerked to a stop. He looked down, chained hands in front of his chest, only to realize his legs were chained together too. He chuckled. Clever. The Vanir were clever.
"Having fun, Frost Giant?"
Loki recognized the voice clouding the bit of light streaming in from the cube. He cleared his throat. "A clever hold," he stated, his voice sounding every inch of his wounds. "Where is Freya?"
"That's none of your concern," Freyr snapped. "She may as well be dead to you."
Loki winced at the thought. His Freya. "I just want to know if she's safe," he said, his voice softer, much less combative.
"Now that she's away from you, yes. She will be fine," Freyr answered. "Now the question arises, what shall we do with our little Jotun? Can't keep you in this cell forever now can we?"
Loki rolled his eyes and slowly began shaking his head. "Do what you will. Without her I have no desire to live so I won't be putting up much of a fight, I'm afraid. You may need to plan some after dinner entertainment instead."
Freyr chuckled. "You expect me to believe you actually cared for her? You actually loved my sister."
"I do love her," Loki snarled, angered at the god's doubt. "I will always love her and I willingly go to my death screaming such. I will do whatever it is you want as long as you promise me she will remain safe."
Freyr laughed again. "No harm will come to Freya. Despite her obvious lack of judgment and borderline insanity. She will be fine."
"Then do with me what you will. I no longer care," Loki stated, taking a seat once again on the stone bench.
"Your time will come. Until then you will remain here."
"I seem to have no other plans," Loki snipped. A bit of light shown in as Freyr moved away. The black haired god sighed, sinking against the stonewall behind him. His head began to cloud with thoughts of his beauty. His Freya. Was she chained in a cell like his? He hoped that she had been made more comfortable, considering her stature in the Vanir hold. He desperately hoped she was in her quarters, at least mildly comfortable. And he hoped and prayed she wasn't worrying about him too much.
He tipped his head against the hardened wall behind him, cracking his skull harder than intended. He growled as he closed his eyes. He was beginning to wish they'd never met. Not for his sake, but for hers. He wished she could've gone on with her life, never knowing his touch, his kiss, his caress. Maybe that part was selfish because at this moment the one thing he wanted was to be in her arms, and he was certain that it would never happen again.
As his throbbing head began to drift to sleep he heard a loud, echoing crash and an enormous flash of light jolted through the blackness. He climbed to his feet once again, only to realize his chains would allow him no closer to the door to see what was going on outside. He could make out shouts, cries of attack and pain, bright lights and a rocks crumbling. Just as he thought he could begin to make out voices, they all fell silent. He was beginning to fear what was out in the darkness. What had silenced every guard Freyr had placed in this prison and that was when the stone wall before him came crashing down.
Loki took some form of battle stance, or as best he could with his limbs all bound together. He remained on edge as a cloaked figure moved through the shadows and dust where part of his cage once stood. It wasn't until the head dipped and the hood flew back that he realized exactly what was going on.
"We have to go," Freya stated.
Loki raised his arms, chained together. "One issue."
Freya smirked and simply outstretched her arm, opening her hand. One zap here, another zap there, and Loki was once again a free man. "Come on you. We haven't much time."
"Did you just come here, beat up your own army, to rescue me?" Loki asked with a mischievous grin.
"I did. Now would you stop talking," Freya commanded as she felt his arms drift around her waist. She giggled as his face caressed her neck. "We have to go. There will be plenty of time for you to thank me later."
"Mm. And I intend to do just that."
Freya just chuckled as she removed her cloak, revealing her body concealed in her battle armor before she turned back to the entrance she'd just created. "Here. You need this more than I do."
Loki sighed as he took the black shroud from her hands. "Freya…are you certain this is safe…"
Freya froze in place, turning slowly to look at him. Her expression was stern and carved in stone. "Nothing I have ever done, has been safe, my love. And I will die fighting before I let them leave you to rot in this cell."
"Maybe I should go on my own."
"Silence," she hissed. "Put on the cloak and follow me."
Loki didn't even attempt to argue with her. If there was one thing he knew about his love, it's that she was one of very few that could put him in his place, and quite forcefully too. He followed her into the hallway, stepping over rubble and unconscious guards as they made their way to the hole he only assumed she had blown into the wall, leading outside. Waiting there were two of the guards' horses. Freya quickly jumped on one and he followed, before the animals began darting off toward the woods. The rush of their escape brought a smile to his face, but as their journey continued, he began to wonder when their running would actually end.
"We'll camp here for the night," Freya said, pulling her steed to a halt. They had made it deep into the woods, a cave in the bushes just in front of them. She leapt from her horse and delivered a sharp slap to its hindquarters, sending it off into the woods. Loki, almost unwillingly did the same.
"Freya, I…" he began, but she was quick to silence him.
"If you're about to tell me that I shouldn't have done that, you may as well keep your words to yourself," Freya stated, taking perch on a nearby stone. She began to unfasten and remove various pieces of the metal that encompassed her body.
Loki sighed. "How are we going to get any farther without horses?"
"We don't need horses where we're going," Freya stated, not looking at him.
"Where are we going?"
Freya heaved a heavy sigh, knowing that her words would not please the god before her. "Midgard."
Loki scoffed. "Your plan is to run to Midgard?"
"Where else are we going to hide, Loki?" Freya asked with a snap. "The only person with the ability to see into Midgard is Heimdal, and with that, your father."
"Which is exactly why I am concerned."
"He knows my plans."
Loki stood, stunned and silent for one of very few times in his life. "You spoke to Odin?"
Freya's head nodded, her dark locks bouncing in front of her eyes as she removed her helmet. "I had to. He's the only one that would understand."
Loki chortled loudly. Understand? Odin? Were they speaking of the same king? "You've got to be kidding me. Odin? My father?"
"You know, despite what you think, there are few that understand love the way your father does. At least the love between a man and a woman."
"You told him…about us?"
Freya nodded once again. "He's promised to lead the guards astray, at least as much as he can. He's willing to buy us time."
Loki was in shock. "He did?"
"He did, Loki," Freya stated, her eyes locking onto the crystal blue before her. "Despite your past and the mistakes you've made, he does love you. I know it's hard for you to see, but especially since he lost Frigga…"
"Stop," Loki commanded. "I do not want to discus my mother."
Freya sighed as she rose to her feet, stepping toward him and placing her hands against his cool cheeks. "You cannot keep all the pain inside forever, my love."
"I'm not trying to," Loki stated, his eyes locked on hers. He gulped. "I just don't want to talk about it right now. I've spent the last few hours thinking I'd lost you. That's pain enough for me for the time being."
Freya smiled sweetly and brushed her soft pink lips against his. "You, oh mighty Loki, will never lose me. I swear upon everything I hold dear."
Loki sighed, pressing his forehead against hers. "You should have left me."
Freya pulled back, an anger coursing through her veins at his suggestion. "How dare you? You expected me to leave you there? To allow my brother and father to do whatever the wind brought to them? How could you even think I'd find that a viable option?"
"I knew you wouldn't," Loki stated. "But, Freya, you should have." The beautiful goddess turned her back to him. "Listen to me, my darling, please," he begged, placing a hand on her shoulder and forcing her to face him. "I cannot stand putting you in danger any longer. I want to be with you, I want to be happy, but my desire to keep you safe is far greater. That's how I know what I feel is real."
Freya clenched her jaw, arms folded across her chest. "I have fought many battles, Loki Laufeyson. I have led wars, against you no less. And I have come out victorious from every single one. If you think for even one second that this will end any differently, rest assured I will prove you wrong."
"Don't get so angry with me," Loki said with a laugh. "I'm not trying to offend, only to protect."
"I don't need your protection, Frost Giant," Freya stated, a smile cracking her stoic expression. "I can handle myself."
"Oh believe, there is no one more aware of that than I," Loki chuckled. He sighed as he tugged her back into his arms. "So what is your plan? Run away to Midgard? Live a life seemingly forever young with the mortals. We could get jobs…"
Freya laughed as he nuzzled her neck. "First we find Thor…"
"And his Avengers? Do you honestly think that's a good idea?"
"I'm sorry. Do you have a better plan?"
Loki scoffed. "At this point, I do not."
"Then shut your mouth and let me lead."
Loki's eyebrows raised. "Does one do anything with you but allow you to lead?"
"No. And there's a reason for it."
"Why are you being so hostile?" Loki asked as his lips traced her jaw line. "I did not intend for my words to make you so. And you have…my deepest apologies if they did."
"Stop trying to make me swoon, Loki," Freya responded with a laugh. "You needn't always be so selfish you know."
"Selfish? I was thinking of nothing other than you."
"Yes. Me. And how YOU wanted me to behave. But what about what I want? What about the fact that I am no longer certain I could breathe without you, let alone if I would want to. You are not the only one fighting for something, Loki. For someone. For something bigger than anything they've ever fought for before."
Loki's jaw clenched tightly as he watched the tears fill his beloved's eyes. "I'm sorry, my love. Please. No tears." He tilted his head ever so slightly and pressed his lips into hers.
With not even the slightest bit of an argument, her luscious lips parted, allowing his tongue entrance. Her arms tightened around his waist as his hands cradled her face and he kissed her with all of his might. Every worry, every concern for their situation melted away, as his mouth hungrily engaged with hers. He wanted to devour her. To taste every inch of her. And that was exactly what he planned to do.
Loki swiftly hoisted his maiden into his arms, making his way into the dark cave. Without breaking their kiss, Freya released on hand from its grip on Loki's shoulder and waved her fingers, starting a glowing fire in the corner of the cavern. He laid her gently upon the soft, mossy ground, crawling over her, her legs already spread with wanton desire. He was suddenly glad the Vanir guards had left him in only some flimsy trousers and a tattered shirt, for they were far easier to remove than his usual luxurious robes and leather. He could already feel himself throbbing against her leg, begging to enter her wet core, growling to make her scream his name into every corner of the woods.
She whimpered into their kiss as his hands found the fastenings at the front of her bodice. Her desire for him was causing her blood to run hot. Her hands without hesitation, moved to the tie of his green trousers. Adeptly, she undid the haphazard bow and the bottoms immediately began to sag off his hips. She began to feel the chill of his Jotun form against her skin, the passion between them causing him to take on a blue tint. He pulled back from her lips and literally watched the breath escape her lungs. She inhaled sharply as a freeze overtook her frame.
"I'm sorry…" he apologized, running his fingertips down her arms, over the goose bumps his cold touch had caused.
Freya reached for his face, cradling his immaculately carved cheeks in her hands. "Don't you ever apologize to me for what you are, Loki Laufeyson. I love every single inch of you." She paused as a sly smile crept forth on her lips. "And to be perfectly honest, the chill can be rather nice."
Loki's smile beamed as her mouth nipped for his once again. He didn't deny it; crashing their lips together once more. He lifted his knees from the ground and managed to wriggle out of his pants as Freya's hands ran under his shirt, up his chest, lifting the flimsy fabric over his head before thrusting her tongue against his again.
She had grown impatient with him struggling with her bodice, so Freya pushed his hands back and undid the binding herself, using her elbows to prop her up and shake the fabric from her frame. After she had escaped the maroon garment, she moved a hand to the back of his neck, pulling Loki's cold frame against the heat of her own.
It was his turn to quiver at the touch. Her skin against his brought a surge of warmth, causing the blue to fade and be replaced by a more human tone. He pulled his lips from hers as her hand traveled down his body, fingertips softly grazing his Adam's apple, collarbone, the very definition of his abdomen, all before wrapping around his swollen shaft. A heavy "Ahh…" escaped his lips as his head tilted back in pleasure.
As her hand began expertly stroking his cock, her lips pressed into his jaw, his perfectly chiseled jaw. Then against his throat, the crease of his now porcelain neck, a protruding collarbone. At one point in time, it wouldn't have been strange to find her in a similar position with his brother. But not like this. Never like this. She never loved Thor the way she loved Loki. She never craved him in this manner. She shimmied herself more beneath him, her hand and his throbbing muscle mere inches away from her dampened core. Once again she was growing impatient. She wanted him, no, she NEEDED him inside of her.
But Loki grinned mischievously. "Ah, ah, ah, my pet," he purred into her ear. "I am by no means finished with you yet."
"Why must you tease me so?" she whimpered as the tip of his tongue flicked against her earlobe. She could practically feel him grin against her cheek.
"Because it does entertain me so," he whispered before his teeth nipped at her ear.
As his mouth continued to caress, nibble and lick every inch of skin her body had to offer, she felt his slender fingers creep over her hipbone. Then her pelvis, her hips bucking toward him.
"My aren't you an eager one tonight," Loki said with a proud grin.
"I'm always eager for you, milord."
"That's my girl," Loki growled. He watched her face as his fingers slid over the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her jaw went slack, her beautiful emerald eyes rolling back into her head as he drug his fingertips tauntingly against her. "You are…the most…exquisite beauty I have ever laid these eyes upon…"
"My God…" she panted breathlessly.
Loki smirked. "You are correct. I am your god."
Freya began to laugh, but it turned into more of a moan as his touch became more forceful, more deliberate. Her body contorted at his hand.
Loki replaced his fingertips with his thumb, allowing his slender digits freedom to slide into her opening. He grinned at the yelp his hands elicited. He slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of her, her wetness providing a slick coat over his skin. As his hand continued it's mission, his lips drug across hers. His heart was so full at this moment, so very, very full. He had never been more sure that at her side was where he belonged.
Just as she neared an all out explosion, he brought his fingers forth from inside of her. Lifting them to her mouth, he asked her to lap the wetness from them, which she did willingly. Without words, he steadied himself between her legs. Her breathing pattern alone had filled him with so much lust he wasn't sure how long he would last, but he was intent at finding out.
Freya moaned loudly as Loki slid his immense cock into her. Despite the many times he had filled her before, one never quite got used to the girth of a giant's cock. He slowly began moving his hips, bringing him in and out of her at a slow pace, allowing the goddess to once again grow accustomed to his size.
Loki rolled his bottom lip over his teeth and bit down, his eyes drifting closed as he concentrated on bringing his love into the throws of climax. His trysts had never been like this. No woman, nor man, nor beast had ever received the kind of attention and affection he released upon the woman before him. No one person's pleasure had ever overshadowed his own, but now, the only thought in his head was hearing her shout his name.
Freya whimpered beneath him as her hands reached up, her fingers weaving through the long, black hair on the back of Loki's head. As his motions became faster, more furious, he bowed his head toward hers, their sweat riddled foreheads pressed together. "I love you…" Freya gasped out weakly.
"I love you," Loki panted. "I so…incredibly love you…"
At the fall of his last word, Freya screamed out his name, an immense cloud of ecstasy coursing through her being. She could feel Loki follow suit, his hot seed releasing inside of her, filling her to the very brim as his back arched and muscles tightened, strong arms bracing him above her. Her body shuttered and a sudden sense of cold surrounded her, all of her nerves shooting what felt like bolts of electricity through her body.
Out of breath, Loki lowered himself to her side, cradling his exhausted beauty in his arms. He lifted a hand and brought the fur from outside in with just a twirl of his finger, enveloping them in its warmth. It wasn't long before both god and goddess drifted off to sleep.
Loki awoke in the middle of the night and redressed himself. He could hear sounds from the woods. They would soon find her and he needed to be gone. If he was going to Midgard, he was going alone. He bent down over his sleeping beauty and pressed his lips strongly against her forehead. "Please do not hate me," he whispered. He stood back up, tears in his eyes as he snatched her cloak from a nearby rock and shielded his face from the light of the moons. He couldn't put her in danger for any longer. He wouldn't. And if it caused her feelings for him to change, then so be it. At least she would be safe.