AN: Hello all!

I am ashamed to say that the Loja feels are eating me from the inside out. I was watching Thor just a little while ago and I had to give Loki some loving. This is my first purely smut fic, but I just had to see him and Anja together again. This really doesn't tie in with any of the stories I have written for them (there will be references to how they met and such), but it's just a one-shot for me to get these damn Loja feels out. :P Again, this is rated M, folks. I tried to keep it tasteful but… I don't want to go offending anybody.

Please, no flames! I was extremely hesitant to even post this…

~Sirius

The halls of the palace stretched before Loki as he strode down the golden corridors, head held high and green cape swishing behind him. He had just come from an obscenely boring meeting with the courts, something he hardly felt the need to do anymore since Thor had been declared as the new heir to the throne. Loki resigned himself to the thoughts that he would probably never be more than an advisor to his older brother, always remaining in the shadow that shrouded him from the rest of the world… All the world besides… her of course.

At the very thought of Anja, Loki felt desire prick deep within him. He missed her terribly. She had been gone for a year now, honing her skills in sorcery at the Academy in one of the far out realms in the solar system. What he wouldn't give for her touch again, the smell of her… or the sweet sounds she made when they were one.

As quick as it came, Loki saw a flash of green material through the gossamer curtains that lined the large open windows of the palace hallways. It was so obviously a woman's skirt… and it had been the same green that he had once known Anja to wear.

No, his imagination was merely acting up on him again. He was not a child anymore. People that he wanted to see did not just pop up out of the wild blue yonder to see him.

With a shake of his head, Loki continued to walk down the hallway, heading towards his chambers. The sun was setting along the horizon and from where he strode in the palace, he could see the dull throbbing light of the bifrost shooting over the waters of Asgard. He had heard the Bifrost touch down several times that day while he had been in a meeting but he had no recollection of who was coming into the city today. It had not concerned him enough to ask and he had gone back to his thoughts as he pretended to listen in court.

He reached his chamber door and without so much as a glance at his back pocket, he reached for the key that would unlock the large wooden door. Only it was not there…

He checked his other pocket, though he distinctly remembered slipping the bronze key into his right one and came up empty. Damn. It must have fallen out while he sat in court… With an irritated sigh he turned on his heel to go back to the throne room.

He stopped upright when he saw his key, dangling right in front of his nose in midair. By the Norns, what was going on?

"Did you lose something?" A feminine voice, deeper than most women in Asgard but still utterly bewitching, rang to him from behind a pillar. He knew that voice anywhere…

"Anja?"

His lover stepped from behind the pillar, meeting his gaze with her silver eyes. They sparked with mischief and he thought his heart would stop right then and there. She reigned the key that was still floating in front of his face back to her palm, looking down at it briefly before turning her gaze back to him.

She had forgotten how tall he was. She had only been away a year at the Academy now, but her memory of him hardly did him justice. His dark hair and pale skin contrasted beautifully in the light of the setting sun and it was all she could to hold her ground as she smiled at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a smile so large that she nearly swooned. He had only smiled like that once for her… and the memory made her heart rate increase drastically. He took a step closer to her and she opened her mouth to speak.

"I am here with the Academy for two nights, Loki," she breathed as he walked right up to her. "I… I had to see you." He had taken a strand of her hair as she spoke that last sentence, as if proving to himself that she was indeed here… with him… alone…

All thoughts of Thor and the court were pushed from his mind at the prospect of what she wanted with him so close to his bedchambers. How did she even know where they were? Had she been following him all day?

He pressed his lips together as he looked into her eyes, emerald smiling down at silver. His hand released the lock of hair, tucking it behind her ear. She closed her eyes at the feel of his long fingers and palm cupping her cheek.

"And what did you have to see me for, My Love?" he whispered as his fingers trailed down the length of her jaw and held her chin so her face was tilted up towards his. Her eyes snapped open to meet his again and he trailed the back of his hand down the opposite side of her jaw. Her beautiful lips arched into a careful smile as his hand reached her chin again.

"I shall give you three guesses," she whispered before slipping the key she still had in her palm down the outer layer of her bodice. Her silver eyes were dancing with mischief now. That was his own undoing, those silver eyes alight with nothing but passion. "And if you guess correctly we shall need somewhere more private to continue our discussion… but, alas, you seem to have lost the key…"

His eyes danced with lust at her comment. "I have missed you greatly, My Darling," he nearly growled.

"And I, you, My Prince," she replied.

"But are you certain? What of your honor?"

Anja smiled faintly before reaching up to cup his face in her hands, planting a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. "I was yours a long time ago, Loki. I hardly think my honor matters anymore."

Just like that, Loki's arms had her crushed against him, pressing his lips to hers in a dominating kiss. She let him kiss her, her body rigid at first now giving into his completely as she opened her mouth to give him entrance.

Their tongues danced for a while and she let out a laugh as he pushed her against his door. He placed his hands at the door on either side of her head as he kissed her more gently, taking deep breaths as he pulled away to look down at her. He rested his forehead against hers and was pleased to find her breathing erratic as well.

"Anja, naughty girl. Give me the key," he growled. Loki was already aroused and he wanted so badly to be in the privacy of his chambers with her. To hell with honor. He was a prince. His lady wanted him, so she would have him. She looked at him briefly before looking down at her chest. Loki could make out the small outline of the metal key through the thin material of the outermost layer of her clothing.

"Three guesses, My Prince," she whispered. Oh, this little minx had grown a bit since he had last seen her. She was no longer the book worm, but a knowledgeable woman... a woman that wanted him. Not his brother, not any of the other tall, blonde, and tan Aesir, but him.

With excruciatingly slow fingers, Loki trailed a hand down her side, resting his other hand at the top of the outer layer of her clothing. His lips were on hers again, moving to her jaw as he called upon basic summoning skills. He barely skimmed the top of her vest-like outer layer before summoning the key up with his magic.

The key was in the lock by Anja's hip and the door was open in a matter of seconds. He pushed her through, never breaking his lips from hers before he picked her up completely. She let out a little shriek at the change, but welcomed his kisses again as he propped her against the inner wall of his bedchambers, lifting her even further above him. Her legs wrapped round his waist, tightening as he moved his hips against her and she bent her head to meet his lips again.

"Oh, Anja…" he groaned as he moved to her neck. She let out a whimper as well, urging him to keep going. Lavender and warmth filled his nostrils and he let out another groan. His hips bucked involuntarily against her again and her legs tightened almost painfully around him. He didn't mind. It was but a way to make up for lost time.

"Loki," she said quietly a few seconds later. "Put me down."

He pulled away from his attentions at her neck, puzzlement in his eyes as he took her in. But he did as she asked.

The moment her feet touched the ground she had leaned into him. "But I did not say you had to stop kissing me," she said headily. He was still slightly confused… nay, thoroughly confused.

Then he realized that she was undoing the front of her dress, exposing the top half of her breasts. His lips were on hers again as he took on the task that her hands had been in the middle of, removing the infuriating silk from between them in a matter of seconds and a swift wash of magic. He felt the considerable weight of his armor leave him as she used her own devices to get it off of him.

She had gone to the buttons of his shirt now, unbuttoning and exposing his shoulders and collarbone to her.

"Loki!" she gasped as his hand travelled in between her legs teasingly, then back up to her breasts. Her hands clutched the now loose material of his shirt as it hung off of him, completely open. He smiled to see what he did to her… and was increasingly surprised by her boldness as she grabbed his hand and directed it between her thighs once more.

Gods, he feared he would not be gentle much longer if she kept this up. How he had missed her! "Anja, if you do not want me to make love to you, you need to stop. Now." His breath was ragged against her lips and the feeling in his pants was becoming nearly unbearable. Part of him wanted her to reject him- the part that kept saying that this was wrong- but for the most part he just needed to feel her completely again.

Anja looked at him as his fingers withdrew from her. "All I know, Loki, is that I have died every day since I have left you. I am here with you now, and I love you." She kissed his cheek before leaning into his ear. "Make love to me, Loki," she whispered huskily. He felt the muscles in his back curl as she spoke, at the fact that she was asking him to do this for her. She wanted him. She had broken away for a night from her studies to come to him.

Taking her permission, he removed the top part of her dress completely, scooping her in his arms and moving her towards his bed. He sat her down, still standing, the back of her knees just brushing the bed as he kissed her full force. Then, tenderly, he moved down her body, starting at her neck… her collarbone… her breast. He smiled against her right breast as he took the peak into his mouth and she let out a gasp. "Loki, please…." Her hand was in his hair, clutching him to her and she was begging him! To hear this woman beg… But he was not one to do anything half-heartedly…

His mouth roamed over her stomach as he went down on his knees in front of her, his tongue gracefully dipping into her navel as he took her hips in his hands, pulling her closer. Anja's head flew back as his hands went between the fabric of her skirt and her hips, stripping her down completely.

To see him down there… it was nearly too much for her. His tongue had left trails of saliva on her skin as he had made his way down and they now grew chilled in the night air. "Please, Loki… please…"

She heard him let out a growl as he stood back up, pushing her gently down on to the bed… following her down… She was completely naked now, he not far behind. All that remained were his trousers as he wrapped a hand around her left knee and brought it up to rest at his hip. She took the hint, hooking it securely around him so he would not have to hold it so much…

"Anja, I love you so much," he whispered to her. "You are beautiful. Remember that."

He inched down her body again, this time kissing the insides of her thighs… and even further up before she let out another shriek at the strange sensation. He had never done this with her before… and it was such an overwhelming sensation… to feel his mouth where she needed his touch the most. She tried to writhe beneath his grasp, but he took hold of her hands, lacing his fingers with hers to calm her.

Then he was back on top of her, positioned between her legs, nothing but lust and caring in his emerald orbs. She pressed her fingertips into his back, beckoning him closer, removing the unwanted space from between his body and hers. His full weight felt so… right atop her. She had missed him to the point of pain. She needed him in every way possible, the man that had introduced her to true living, her magic, herself…

"Anja," he said quietly as he bit down on the sensitive skin of her collarbone, moving back to her sweet spot. "I cannot hold on much longer. Do you realize what you do to me? You beautiful, beautiful creature? Do realize how much I love you? How much I desire you?"

He was whispering in her ear and she could feel all of him against her, his arousal against her thigh. There was no doubt in her mind that the Silvertongue had had nothing to do with what he was saying to her. In these moments, when they were together in the darkness, intertwined and touching, she knew that he was a good man. Her Loki…

"Loki, please…. My Prince…" She was whimpering beneath him now, unable to keep still as she pressed her breasts against his bare chest, pulling herself just off of the pillow as she licked his neck. He shuddered, and he knew they were both at the point of no return. "Please, let me wait no longer."

He kissed her slowly on the lips, one last game up his sleeve. "What, My Lady? Tell me what you need."

"You," Anja gasped as his finger circled her clitoris. "I need you."

"Where?" He asked as he bit down on her collarbone again and sucked.

"I need you..." she trailed off again, lost with him as he kissed her jaw.

"Yes?" he growled. If she did not answer him soon he would lose control himself.

"I need you inside of me, Loki," she said in a whisper.

He smiled… and with a single fluid motion he was deep inside of her, thrusting as his tongue danced with hers again. Her back arched beneath him, unable to hide what he was doing to her, the pleasure she felt with him. He stilled for a moment, taking in her reaction, the fact that he could control her with this simple part of his body. She gasped his name, begging for more… and who was he to disappoint?

As one, they began to move, neither sure where their own body ended and the other's started. Anja's gasps and moans were music to his ears and the crescent shaped indentations her nails left in his alabaster back were welcomed pain.

He found his release shortly after she did, crying out her name as he collapsed on top of her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. Her arms were around him tightly, her hands resting at the small of his back where they had stopped on their way down a series of claw-like scratches. He did not think anything of them at all. They were symbols, reminders of her ecstasy, of the state he had driven her to with only his body. The two were dazed, spent, and drowning in their own pleasure.

Once Loki's sense of time and space came back to him, he pulled himself gently off of Anja. Her eyes were closed, but they opened when she felt him in bed beside her, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Well, that was…" she trailed off as she found herself immersed in his scent.

"Amazing," he finished for her as he kissed the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear, nuzzling her hair. The subtle scent of lavender reached his senses and he found himself growing aroused yet again. But she was too exhausted, he could see it in her beautiful face. He pulled the sheets around them, tucking her into the silken material.

"So how have your studies been going?" he said casually, as if they were still fully clothed and had not just found themselves naked in his bed.

Anja tilted her head so she could look at him without shifting her weight. She liked the feel of his abdomen and chest against her. "Quite well, surprisingly. I am learning much and that book of yours has been a great help."

He chuckled as he relaxed into the mattress. "Then I shall have to send you some more from my collection," he said quietly. "I have many, as I am sure you realize."

It was her turn to laugh as she nuzzled back into the sheets. "That would be much appreciated, My Prince," she said, sleep drifting upon her once more. But she still needed to get a question out before they fell asleep. "I heard your brother has been named the crown prince."

She could feel his arms stiffen at her words, but other than that he gave no indication that what she had said bothered him.

"Aye, my brother has been named the heir to the throne," he said softly. Bitterness was laced in his tone.

Anja turned to look at him full on, shifting so they were nose to nose in the bed. His green eyes burned through the semi-darkness and she felt breathless again. "Does that bother you?" she asked quietly, one hand coming to stroke against his chest.

He pursed his lips, thinking. "In a way, My Lady, it does."

Anja nodded, her hand brushing lower to his stomach. "You will always be a king in my eyes, Loki." Tentatively, she reached down to stroke him, hearing his grunt of satisfaction to feel her hand touching him down there.

He smothered her mouth with a kiss as her hand pulled away from him, but it was gentle, loving, tender. "Anja, I truly do love you," he said quietly. "And I look to the future when I can have you like this every night." He pulled her closer to him, inhaling her scent as he buried his nose in her hair.

She let out a shudder at his words, at the finality of them, but they did not trouble her. She was his and he was hers. That was how it would always be. She knew that now… and she loved him all the more for it.

Okay, I did it. I wrote smut. I hope it was still tasteful with that little bit of Loja that we all know and love intertwined throughout. Like I said, it had nothing really to do with the actual Loja chronicles, but I guess if you wanted a time period it would be between the first and second installments. :)

~Sirius