Chapter 6: The Taste of Regret

Loki awoke to the feel of her arms wrapped around him, her naked breasts pressed against his chest and her legs entwined in his own. Her curly red hair stuck out in all directions, some of it falling over her perfect oval face. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of their love-making and he sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss to her head. He felt himself stiffen against her thigh and smirked to himself, but then his stomach churned when he remembered what today was and how important it would be.

Thor's coronation.

Loki's deceitful alliance with the Jotuns.

He had told no-one, not even his beloved, who lay so serenely in his arms. She would have been mortified.

But no matter, his plans had been meticulous. No-one was to be harmed. The Jotuns had no clue who he was, he had come to them under a guise as a lowly servant of Asgard, miserable and hell-bent on the downfall of Odin, convincing them to take back what was rightfully theirs.

The Casket of Ancient Winters.

He felt her stir and his thoughts returned to her, gazing at her as she stretched and blinked sleepily, her drowsy grin warming his heart.

"Good morrow." She mumbled, leaning over to peck his lips.

"How do you fair?"

"I am well."

"Are you sore?" She found herself blushing and he smiled at how comely it looked on her.

"A fraction." She giggled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Why do you ask?" He bit his lip devilishly at the hint in her voice and moved, balancing himself over her, his cock stretching and throbbing.

"Because, whilst I would not wish to leave you wanting," he chuckled, stroking himself slowly, her eyes brightening at the sight, "I would not wish to harm you, either." He straddled her chest and gripped her hair, guiding himself to her lips. "Now, drink." He commanded, and she took him into her mouth, her cerulean crystal eyes locked on his face. He was thrusting into her mouth slowly, the feeling of her hot lips and tongue fellating him forcing a guttural moan from his throat. "Just think of all the things my tongue will do to you soon." He gasped as she flicked her tongue over his head in response, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she attempted to smile. "Oh, you are a temptress, Iðunn, toying with your Prince like this." He hissed, his grip on her hair tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching. She moaned around his length and he shuddered. "By the Norns!" He groaned, his marrow spilling down her throat, of which she drank almost greedily, licking her lips and smirking when he released himself from her with a wet pop.

"Did that please you?" She inquired, and the laugh that escaped him sent a flush to her cheeks.

"Very much so." He lowered himself down, kissing down her chest and stomach, hooking her legs over his shoulders. "Allow me to return the favour." She bit her lip in anticipation, but they were both startled out of there trance by a loud thundering on her door.

"Lady Iðunn!" Thor's voice boomed, and she looked to Loki in a panic. He smirked, and with a flick of his wrist, they were both clothed and immaculately presented. Merely an illusion, of course.

She scurried to the door, opening to the God of Thunder, who bore an expression of concern.

"My lord Thor, to what do I owe your presence?"

"I came to inquire upon the whereabouts of my brot- ah, Loki! There you are." He strode into the room upon sight of the younger Prince, completely failing to notice that the bedsheets were in dissaray. Iðunn's face paled at the sight and she looked worriedly to Loki, only for him to grin and wink at her. "Come brother, we must prepare!"

"I would not have thought you would have need of me, Thor." Loki chuckled. "After all, Mother has seen to it that everything is in order for your special day." The jibe seemed to surpass Thor completely, who beamed and clapped his brother on the back, whilst Iðunn's brow furrowed at the tone her beloved used. "Aye, but I wouldst have you by my side when I am crowned." Loki smiled almost sickly at him.

"Very well. Allow me a moment with the Lady before I join you, she is helping me tailor my garments for today's celebrations." Thor grinned and turned to Iðunn.

"With a teacher such as Mother, I imagine she will produce nothing short of splendour. I will see you within half an hour at your chambers." Thor swept out of the room, his cape billowing behind him. Iðunn closed the door and almost instantly she returned to her previous state of undress. She turned to an equally naked Loki, who cupped her face in his hands.

"Where were we?" He leaned in to kiss her, but she held up her hand quickly.

"Pray tell me what that was?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"The bedsheets? Darling, he is an oblivious oaf, he did not even glance at them."

"I was not referring to the bedsheets, Loki. The way you spoke of his coronation today was bordering on venomous." His grin faltered and he sighed, releasing her.

"Thor is not ready to be King."

"That is not your choice to make. Odin has made it himself, Thor is to be crowned. He will make a fine King."

"He is a fierce warrior, but he is no King! He is a brute who cannot see past the end of his own nose." Loki scoffed, his anger rising at the way she defended his brother.

"Why are you so against him? Are you not pleased for him? He is your brother."

"He will not be wise or just, he thinks only as a warrior but not in the best interests of the people."

"And you think yourself a better fit for the position?" She argued.

"Yes!" His voice was loud and angry, she flinched and he sighed. "Yes. I think myself better." She softened at the sudden look of sorrow on his face and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"But you realise you would be his most trusted advisor, his second in command? There is none that he holds in higher regard than you, not even your parents or the Warriors Three. He loves you. He may not be level-headed, but you can be the voice of reason."

"And if he grows to become level-headed? What of me then?" He muttered, his head resting against her shoulder.

"You will still be a Prince of Asgard. And no matter what, you will always be King to me. I love you, Loki."

He gripped her to him tighter as her words penetrated his thoughts. She was right, and he was already regretting his actions to see Thor's reign end before it began.

But nothing could be done to stop it now.

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A/N

Okay, so this is just a filler chapter before I get into the nitty-gritty, I'm sorry it's so short! Hope you like it.

TB&TB xox