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8.

The sky darkened as it forecasted impending rain. The normally bustling life that was Asgard was now quiet, its inhabitants wanting to wait out the coming storm within the comforts of their homes. Bare feet pattered quietly against the elegantly tiled floor. A heart, unsure of what it was readying itself for, raced for reasons unknown. Her skin chilled as she drew near the familiar golden doors, her last moment within the great hall replayed like a sick record in her mind, causing her gut to knot. Thyliase stopped before the shut doors, arms lip at her side as she second guessed herself.

She left Xaneom.

She left her family.

There was no turning back now.

She clutched the small piece of parchment in her palms, the only thing that managed to keep her sane.

A summons from the Royals of Asgard.

…

"Where are you going?" Throssia questioned as she left the comforts of her bed. It was well past the resting hour when a rustling outside her bedroom door drew her attention. The eldest was confronted by her younger sister's presence, her brow furrowing in question. "Thyliase? What are you doing up?"

"Nothing, go back to bed Throssia." The youngest shifter said dismissively.

"Are you planning to leave? Don't you remember what Dakarai said, the date has-s-s-s been set. You're not allowed to leave Xaneom."

"I am allowed to do whatever it is-s-s-s I want," Said Thyliase. "Was there a point to this conversation?"

Throssia sighed, "I know there is no changing your mind once it's s-s-s-set, but don't I at least deserve to know where you're running off to now?"

"No, you don't. Did you tell us-s-s-s when you up and left?"

Her sister's lips thinned as she grew silent for a moment. "You're returning to Asgard, aren't you? Thyliase, are you mad?"

"I might be."

"Thyliase, you are my s-s-s-sister and I love you. I don't want to see anything happen to you, listen to reason. You said it yourself that this Loki was dead, then why return? What do you hope to find when you get there?" Eyes that mirrored her own pleaded for reason.

Thyliase's lips curved into a soft smile, "I don't know."

…

"King Odin?"

The throne hall was empty.

There were no guards, no sign of the king.

Just the gnawing silence that seemed to consume her.

It made her uncomfortable, made her fingers mindlessly fidget.

"King Odin?" She asked again, much quieter, as she took a step back.

Whatever hopes she'd had, whatever they were, fell from her grasp. She self consciously tucked wild curls behind the shell of her ear as she turned to leave.

"I must say I have truly missed that invigorating scent that radiates off of you."

The shifter turned.

Loki emerged from around one of the large stone pillars, rather smugly, a relaxed smile on his pale lips.

"No…" She whispered with a shake of her head. "No… no… you're dead…"

"I assure you, I am very much alive."

In short collected strides, Loki closed the space that separated them, cupping her face in his hands. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her being, and he was just as handsome.

"How can this be?" Thyliase questioned, tears filling her dark eyes. She rubbed her cheek against the warm, gentle palm of his hand.

The sight of tears in those dark, lively eyes made the god's chest tighten. He didn't ever want to see her upset, to see her cry, on his behalf. Her hands lightly traced the outline of his face, his cheek bones, down his jaw line. Memorizing the details of his face to lock away inside her mind.

"The details are not important right now," Loki said dismissively. "Now, you are all I care about."

"You promised me you wouldn't get hurt… and I… do you have any idea how losing you made me feel? How I-"

The shifter choked on her sob as soft lips pressed against her own, desperate for the lost connection. Loki groaned as he felt lithe arms reach around him, pulling him closer, back arching to feel more contact.

"Don't you dare change the subject, Loki of Asgard." Thyliase muttered in between kisses. Her breath released in soft puffs of warm air, brushing lightly across the god's face.

"Hmmm…" Loki hummed half heartedly, instinctively leaning forward once again.

A hot mouth connected to Thyliase's, Loki's tongue slipping inside. Even her taste left his heart threatening to run away from him. His tongue brushed against the shifter's serpent like one, intertwining in a slick embrace.

…

Loki rolled on top of the shifter, pinning her hands above her head. Thyliase hissed, she didn't like being caught off guard, glaring up into the eyes of her lover.

"Releas-s-s-s-se me, Loki of Asgard." She said.

"Or what?" Questioned the god. "What will you do?"

Her eyes searched his, this was the Loki she knew.

This was the Loki she longed for.

Her eyes roamed further down, over the plain of his bare, broad shoulders. Ghosting over the noticeable mark she herself left etched onto his otherwise flawless skin. His chest heaved with anticipation as he taunted her, watching as the urge to challenge rose in dark, chocolate eyes.

"How about I tell you what I am going to do?" Loki suggested lightly, his voice dropping.

"Go on," Thyliase said with mild interest.

"I have spent some time without my clever little witch," Said Loki. "I have missed the warmth of your skin, your breath against my cheek as your ride my cock..."

"So what are you s-s-s-s-saying, Loki of Asgard?" The shifter asked, feigning innocence.

"I'm saying I am going to fuck you into oblivion, all of Asgard shall hear your cries for me."

Full lips curved into a devious smile as she captured those of the god with fever. Thyliase mewed in delight as Loki's hands and mouth began to roam all over her body, her lean legs wrapping around the god's lower back. The shifter hissed when the god bit down onto her neck, his teeth scraping against the length of her copper flesh before his lips closed over in gentle sucks.

Loki took hold of her ample breasts, the soft mounds of flesh were warm in his hands. The scales that covered the underside were smooth compared to those that were in place of where her nipples would be. Instead the scales there were taunt, erect even, and got more sensitive the more aroused she became. Loki buried his face into the warmth between the mounds, inhaling deeply before releasing a soft, content sigh.

How he'd missed this.

This calm that Thyliase brought with her.

How he'd missed her.

After returning to Asgard she was the first person he wanted to see, the first person he looked for.

But when he finally saw her again, just as exotic as he remembered her being, Loki knew he'd never want to leave her side again. The void being away from her caused ached like an oozing wound that refused to heal. He liked the idea of companionship.

He liked the idea of having someone whom he could call his own.

Loki pushed his forefinger inside of the shifter's moistening hole, evoking a delicious cry. "You're so tight," He whispered. "And wet."

Thyliase, as she drifted away on the god's touch alone, could only reply by moaning as her hips moved to meet his finger just as he added another.

"Hnnn… Loki… s-s-s-stop teasing me." Thyliase breathed with a shudder.

Loki chuckled at the shifter's impatience, removing his slicked digits. "Don't fret, my love." He said as the head of his cock pressed against her opening. "The night is young."

The shifter gave a cry as the god slid fully inside of her, Loki groaning in delight as her tightness swallowed him. Thyliase jerked as Loki began to thrust, her body moving in sync with his as his pace picked up. The shifter moans grew in volume as Loki roughly pounded into her, her eyes squeezed shut as she blocked out everything.

Losing Loki…

Returning home to face her impending marriage…

Dakarai…

None of it matter now that Loki was back.

She was now banished for all she was concerned, because returning surely meant punishment or marriage. Both were something she had little interest in.

There was nothing but her and Loki, and the god was doing a damn good job at making up for lost time.

"Ahh~!" Thyliase cried. "Fuck… yes-s-s-s-s! Loki!"

Loki's hand fisted in wild curls, fanned across satin pillows, and pulled as he continued to thrust. The god lost himself in the sound of their hips connecting each time he sank back inside her. Warm hands reached up to cup his face, and once his eyes opened he found that Thyliase was looking back at him.

"Don't you ever leave me again, Loki." She whispered.

The god all but stilled.

There it was, that nostalgic warmth in his chest.

"I swear to you, Thyliase of Xaneom, I shall never leave your side."

The once rough pounding was replaced by slow, deep thrusts as the god planted soft, feather light kisses to the side of her neck. Thyliase's moans grew, muffled by the god's shoulder, as Loki gripped her thighs, diving into the shifter hard and deep.

With a grunt of passion, Loki filled Thyliase with his seed, the hot cum filling the shifter completely.

"L-Loki!" Thyliase shrieked as she came shortly after, arms wrapping tightly around the taunt, sweaty body above her own.

…

Thyliase got up quietly from the tangled mess that was the bed linens, too self conscious to meet Loki's gaze as she made her way over to the basin in the corner. She took a fresh cloth into her hands, wetting it with the luke warm water to clean herself off. Curious and observant eyes followed the shifter, trailing down the path of her back, and further down where his lips curved smugly. The scales that lined her inner thighs were moist with his cum.

His cock gave a twitch.

Loki's brow rose in amazement at his body's reaction to the sight.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Thyliase asked softly.

"Talk about what?" Loki questioned absently.

"Where the king is? How are you actually here? What really happened onSvartalfheim?" Thyliase turned to face the god, her expression kind and nonjudgmental.

Loki laced his fingers together, the digits resting atop his bare chest as he collected his thoughts. Thyliase was the last person he wanted tangled in one of his web of lies.

Where to begin…