A/N: So sorry about the delay, had some technical issues but all is well now! Thank you so much for the support, you guys are making this story! Still no idea where it's going to go, but I definitely have the motivation to continue so many thank yous are being sent ya'lls way! As always, Reviews are fuel!

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I write Sins, Not Tragedies

5.

Thyliase watched as Loki chose to ignore the chaos occurring outside the glass of their cell, a book secured within his hands. She herself could only block out the screaming and the gnawing sound of dead bodies hitting the floor before it eventually got to her. But just as quickly as things went to shit, it stopped abruptly, covering everything in an eerie silence. Loki didn't seem to mind the sudden change, he in fact appeared to not have noticed, but the stillness drew the shifter from the confines of velvet.

"It stopped." Thyliase said, softly.

"What has stopped?" Loki questioned, turning the page of his book.

"The fighting… the shaking of the ground… everything…" She said. "I fear something is terribly wrong."

His gaze never once left the page he was currently on. Loki would never admit that there was a sickening feeling in the pit of his gut that said the same thing. Something was in fact wrong, and what it was he didn't know and it bothered him.

It bothered him not knowing.

It bothered him having no control.

A few moments into the silence passed before a lone guard approached their cell.

"Loki," The guard tooted.

Said god glanced up finally at the call of his name. "What is it?" Asked Loki.

"We were attacked by Malekith and his army. They stormed the palace in search for the aether. Queen Frigga went to aide in battle, to protect the aether… but she met her end. I am sorry."

Loki nodded once, a silent dismissal for the guard.

For a moment none of it felt real, like this was just one of the many, terrible nightmares he suffered as a child coming back to haunt him. But this was reality, it had happened.

Loki was suddenly short of breath as he got to his feet, the room all but closing in on him. His hands fisted tightly at his side, dull nails etching into his palms, before he released a burst of energy that broke anything in the cell that wasn't bolted to the floor.

"Loki!" Thyliase cried. But her plea fell upon deaf ears.

Loki bellowed a sorrowful howl as he flung the nearest thing he could grab into the wall. Broken, he lashed out. Anything, everything, he grabbed it.

Ripped it.

Threw it.

All while wailing out his pain at the loss of his mother.

Thyliase retreated to the safety of a far off corner until the god calmed down long enough for her to approach him. She watched with a heavy heart as he lashed out. She wanted to console him, to help him, but she didn't know how.

What words could she utter that would take the pain away?

How was she supposed to hold him?

She had been present during the last time he would ever see his mother alive, had heard their final exchange. Thyliase knew the queen still loved her child, still hoped he would turn his life around for the better. She knew Frigga hadn't given up on him, loved him like she always had, forgave him for everything he'd done, but did Loki? She couldn't imagine what it was he was feeling.

Thyliase felt her chest tighten. 'May you rest easy, dear queen. Worry you not that your son will be looked after.'

"How dare she… how dare she…" Loki choked out. "How dare she leave me behind, leave me alone." He sank to his knees.

The shifter had never seen someone so lost. Thyliase got to her feet, going to cradle the distraught god in her arms. The security she shrouded him in was similar to that of his mother's. There was no ill intention, no hidden meaning, just the feeling of her closeness. The desire of her to comfort him and him alone.

"You are not alone," Thyliase said softly. "You are cared for, you are wanted, and you are loved." Feather light finger tips touched his bowed shoulders, smoothly gliding over the plan of his chest to lift his face to hers.

Loki recoiled from the unexpected contact for a moment before settling into her implied embrace.

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"Thor. After all this time and now you come to visit me. Why? Have you come to gloat? To mock?"

"Loki, enough. No more illusions."

Loki dropped the magic that had been at work, the neat room vanishing to reveal a destroyed cell with Loki, disheveled on the floor. "Now you see me, brother…did she suffer?"

"I did not come here to share our grief. Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament."

"Go on."

"I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard, and I will grant it to you. Vengeance. And afterward, this cell."

Loki chuckled, "You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?"

"I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you."

"Hm. When do we start?"

"Immediately," Replied Thor. "Though I shall grant you the time you need to prepare." And with that he was gone, leaving his distraught brother alone to ready himself.

…

Thyliase approached Loki slowly after the one known as Thor had left them, crouching onto her knees before him, her expression kind. "You are a mess, Loki of Asgard. Come with me." It was a soft but firm demand.

Loki blinked in shock as he was hauled to his feet by the shifter and brought over to the only thing that hadn't been turned completely over during his rant- the cot. Thyliase pushed him down onto the linens, tugging the tunic he wore up and over his head.

Nimble fingers began to massage the tense muscles in his back, urging him to relax if only a bit. Loki released a soft sigh as the digits wondered their way to the base of his spine, her warm breath teasing the nap of his exposed neck gently. Loki stilled as he felt soft lips against his heated skin.

"Thyliase…" Loki breathed softly as he allowed his eyes to slide close.

"Hmmm… yes, dearest Loki?" She answered, moving to reside in the god's lap. She gently cupped one of her hands under his chin, lifting his face to hers.

He was being submissive.

Docile.

Control was no longer his like he had so much wanted it to be, though by this point he really didn't care all that much. All he knew was that he wanted her, however he could have her.

Everything.

He craved it.

Needed it.

Thyliase pulled him closer until their faces were nearly touching, noses brushing lightly. "Give into me."

Loki obliged.

Thyliase tasted like honey, sweet and pure, and when their lips touch Loki felt as if every nerve under his skin was ablaze, sending bolts of lust and arousal straight to his crotch.

Nothing seemed to be working right with him anymore.

Or maybe it had been working right all along and just needed the proper stimulation.

He didn't quite know just yet.

Loki lets a barely audible whimper slip as the shifter urged him to lie back onto the velvets beneath them, his hands groping her rear as he pulls her hips towards him. Thyliase rocked her hips on instinct, feeling herself glide over the bulge in his trousers. He groaned in response, the way she made him feel, the way she got his body to react was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Thyliase unfastened his trousers, tugging them down slowly to free his straining erection. She grasped the neglected muscle, sending pleasurable shivers through every inch of him. Her thumb toyed with the god's overly sensitized head, teasing the slit and the pearl of cum that pooled there. Loki shuddered at the feeling of her fingers slicking his girth with his own essence, the tips of her fingers tracing the vein on the underside of his cock all the way to the base.

"I want you inside me, Loki of Asgard…" Thyliase breathed against his lips. She licked his bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth.

Thyliase gazed down at the god beneath her, eyes half lidded with lust and want. Hovering above his erect cock, she brushed her clit against the moist tip of his length. Loki hissed at the contact, but welcomed the delicious chill it sent down his spine. Heavens, he wanted her. And her teasing was threatening to send him far over the edge. Slowly she guided his cock into her haven, savoring the feel of him. She moved up and down, teasing the head of his cock through her entrance.

Thyliase impaled herself fully onto Loki's hot, thick shaft, releasing a strangled cry. It hurt, being stretched to accommodate him, but it was a blissful pain she welcomed as sparks of bright light erupted behind shut lids with each of his sharp upward thrusts.

"Ah… Ah…! Hnnn... Loki…" The shifter moaned, nails gripping his thighs for support.

Loki moaned, overwhelmed at the feeling of her tightness consuming him. And she looked utterly amazing as she rode him. Her copper complexion flushed and begging to be touched as she continued to sink deeper, riding harder, her breasts bouncing joyously, hair wildly askew.

She would always be his.

He would never let her go.

She could never take Frigga's place, the late queen was his mother after all, but the thought of having another woman care for him and his well being was a pleasant thought to have. Thyliase would look after him, love him, support him. She would be his anchor in the ocean of sanity.

Frenzied hips thrusted, desperate to hold onto this peaceful moment for however long, skewering the shifter onto the throbbing girth that possessively impaled her.

"Ah! Loki! Yeeees~!"

"Thyliase… Thyliase… Thyliase…" Her own warmth had finally surrendered to his length, pleasantly tight and slick with the shifter's juices and his precum.

Loki pushed himself up to nuzzle the damp crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as the body above his continued to bounce and mew.

"You are the most beautiful like this." He whispered into Thyliase's ear as his hips continued to buck, continued to plunder, as his cock filled her repeatedly.

Loki's warm, harsh breath fanned over the plain of salty flesh of the shifter's neck, where he began to suck-marking what was his with fever. Thyliase shivered, enjoying the feel of his mouth, his lips, as he silently willed her to cum.

Thyliase's wail of the god's name as she came, her juices mixing deliciously with the god's own hot seed, were drowned out by the pounding of her own heart and the harsh cry Loki released as he clasped her body tightly.

…

"You really are leaving…" Thyliase murmured softly as she watched Loki dress.

The air was thick with the stench of sex, musk, and cum.

"I am," Said the god. He stepped into his boots, casting the shifter a stare from over his shoulder. He wasn't surprised when she regarded him intently, uncertainty swirling in the depths of her dark eyes. "What is it?"

"I…" She paused.

"Well? Out with it."

Thyliase got up slowly, motioning over to the god. She had to admit he looked quite handsome in his new garbs, though the thought alone was bitter sweet. She smoothed her hands over his shoulder, catching the imaginary wrinkles, as she stared up at him.

"What has gotten into you?" Loki asked quietly, studying her closely.

Thyliase rested her head against his chest, listening carefully for the sound of his heart beating. "Such a fragile sound," She whispered. "It is amazing how god's proclaim themselves to be immortal, when they are just as human as we are… don't get hurt, come back to me alive, Loki."

Strong arms encircled her tightly as his chin settled atop her curls. There it was again, that familiar warmth Thyliase brought with her swirling within his chest once again. "I will be just fine." Loki said, reassuringly.

"I mean it."

"As do I."

"Don't do anything reckless."

"I would never."

Thyliase reached up to cup his face in warm, caring hands one last time. "You come back to me, Loki of Asgard… promise me."

Loki lowered his head to whisper, "I promise."