A/N: Here is the part of the story I have personally been dreading. I just recent got into Thor, Loki, and all of them so as far as Norse mythology goes my knowledge is limited. Not only that, but I don't read the Marvel comics so research and friends were my biggest informants. So, I am going to say this now: I don't know what really happened to Odin (if he's actually dead or in "Odinsleep"~whatever the hell that is), I don't know if Loki was actually faking his death or if he just failed at dying, sorta making this up as we go along. So if any of you actually do have some idea, please, don't hesitate to let me know. Reviews are fuel!

Disclaimer: I don't own.

I write Sins, Not Tragedies

9.

Fabrics of the softest satins and silks covered fine, alabaster skin in deep shades of green. Fingers, nimble and chilled, laced lightly and rested in the small of the beholder's back as the god stared up into the dark Asgardian sky. He focused his attention on the millions of stars that littered the night time sky, a honey orb much smaller than their moon his lover's home.

Where to begin?

Where to begin…

"As I said before, Asgard is not my home. I am from Jotunheim, a frost giant." Loki started, his voice even, his gaze averted. "I am extremely fortunate Odin sent a guard to check in on how we were doing, to be the loving, doting father. Because of him doing so, I was able to get rid of the guard, take his place, and deliver the news of my untimely demise."

Loki didn't always hate Odin, this Thyliase knew well enough, just as well as she knew he adored his late mother. There was something about lying, something about his trust being betrayed, that corroded his view of others around him. The shifter didn't blame him, if anything she felt pity for the god. If she'd gone her whole life being fed a lie, she would have retaliated as well.

"Where is the king?" Thyliase dared to ask. It was taking everything in her power to hold her tongue. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted him to know about how he made her feel, but she remained silent. She continued to listen.

"Relax, I didn't kill him." Huffed Loki with a roll of his eyes. "But between the news of my death right after Frigga's death, Thor's idiotic rebellion, the attack on Asgard, and Malekith's plan to bring darkness to every corner of the universe, it was too much for the old man. He fell into what we call Odinsleep, thus leaving the throne open for my taking."

"Won't someone find out that you've taken the throne?"

"Not if I keep masquerading as Odin, I don't believe so." Replied Loki.

Finally, with a slow turn, he faced the shifter. Dark eyes stared back at him in indifference, before she slowly made her way over to him. The gentle night breeze ruffled her already tussled curls as she stopped in front of him, staring up into curious eyes. For a moment neither one of them spoke, no movements made- a silent pondering. Without any warning Thyliase's hand connected to the left side of Loki's face, the sudden impact snapping his head to the side.

Thyliase recoiled, shocked, as she took a trembling step back.

"Feel better now, love?" Loki murmured, working his jaw.

"No," The shifter hissed. "Not even clos-s-s-se. You hurt me, Loki! You. Hurt. Me. Did you even once stop to think how this-s-s-s little plan of yours would affect me? Did you know I felt it? I felt your pain, your fear… like it was happening to me as well."

The honest answer was no, Loki didn't think naturally about the emotional outcomes of his actions. No one in the past, with the exception of his mother (and probably Thor at some point or another), had ever cared about him or what he did.

"When will you realize you are not alone anymore? That you have me now and I have feelings-s-s-s too, damnit!"

Loki couldn't even fault her for being upset. His expression grew uncharacteristically kind as he pulled the shifter to him, wrapping his arms around her.

"I take it you were quite upset," He said. "And for that I apologize."

"Of course I was-s-s-s upset, you bastard." Thyliase replied lightly.

Loki just chuckled quietly, his chin resting atop the wild mass that was the shifter's hair. "What happened while I was away?"

"What do you mean?" Thyliase asked, tilting her head to look up into the god's face.

"It's hard to explain," Said Loki. "But while I was… here, I could all but feel how you were feeling. That's how I knew you were alright. I felt your anxiety, how lonely you were, when you were upset. What happened on Xaneom?"

"…nothing happened," Lied Thyliase.

Loki knew the shifter was lying, he was no fool, but decided against pushing the subject further. Instead, "Now that you have left Xaneom, are you going to remain here on Asgard?"

The god very well knew what his younger lover was going to say, but hearing it aloud was the reassurance he needed and it gave him such joy.

"I am," Thyliase grinned. She moved her hands up the god's chest slowly, going to smooth the material of the robe off his shoulders. "You have a Xaneomian as your lover, Loki of Asgard, how does that make you feel?"

Loki allowed himself a grin as Thyliase eased the robe off of him until it hung loosely at his waist.

"I have to admit I am very thankful to my mother," Loki said quietly. "She was always one step ahead until the very end."

Thyliase released a soft, content hiss as she ran her serpent tongue between the god's pectorals. Dark eyes glinting innocently as her body pressed against his. The shifter continued her lavish tasting of the god's pale, smooth skin, thoroughly exploring his lower belly all the way down to the lean curves of his hips. Loki groaned in approval when warm, supple lips touched the head of his cock.

"I had no idea I was missed this much." Loki said in a sultry tone that made the shifter's scales shift. He urged his lover closer to his groin, whom happily parted her lips.

Thyliase loved every part of the god, enjoyed every part of him as well. She couldn't help but smile at the throaty groans that left his mouth, the succulent demands for her to not stop and to suck him harder as her hands braced for support on his thighs while her head bobbed, her skilled tongue swirling around his hot shaft.

More than her lips and saliva connect the two.

There was a bond there.

There were feelings.

There was trust.

There was understanding.

Where one lacked the other made up for.

They were one.

…

"Where is she?" Dakarai raged as he stormed the small home.

"What are you talking about?" Throssia questioned as she got to her feet.

It was amazing the resemblance the sisters shared, almost mirror images of one another but not quite so- the younger representations of their mother. Throssia had the height her sister lacked, standing tall and proud like the proud Xaneomian she was. Much like her sibling, scales covered her intimates though her were a vibrant citron yellow in contrast to her copper skin.

"You know very well what it is-s-s-s I am talking about! Where is your sister?" Dakarai demanded.

"As you can s-s-s-see, she is not here." Replied Throssia, her arms lightly folding.

"You let her go?" Dakarai asked.

"No, she left on her own accord."

"And you did nothing to try and stop her?"

"Dakarai, you know Thyliase just as well as I do. I don't know what s-s-s-she found on Asgard, but it's enough for her to fight for it."

"No, the fight hasn't even begun yet."