Loki turned the pages of the old book.
He wished he had someone he could share his new discovery with. Werewolves were creatures that only existed in tales, and the prove that some of their descendants were still alive and blessed with magical powers was extraordinary.

Neither Thor nor Odin would ever had made the connection between Ylva and the descendants.
Partly out of curiosity, partly out of the prospect to unsettle his young servant, he had decided to visit her dream.

Loki had not been the slightest bit disappointed of the Ylva he found. Her hair was messy, but in his opinion it only accentuated her high cheekbones and strong jaw. The girl's eyes flashed yellow when he called her a little wolf, and Loki could feel the wild aura surrounding her.

It was tempting, arousing, and it awoke the desire t to tame the woman. He took advantage of her unconscious state, only to find out what would happen if he provoked Dream-Ylva.
She growled, and again, he noticed the yellow flash in her eyes.

She was one of them, Loki thought. Ylva Akesson belonged to the wild creatures of her dream, she was part of the pack.
Loki Lauffeysson marveled. The girl was so much more than he'd expected, and he, Loki, had found the reason behind her strange ability to see past his visions.
He kissed her, but decided he would not farther take advantage of her. The little wolf was his pet now anyways, and her kisses would be even sweeter in reality.

When he woke up, he stayed up the whole night roaming books about mythology and history.

Even the trickster had not encountered anything like Ylva before. Soon he found the old stories about the werewolves and their descendants, humans with magical powers.
The book claimed the wolf-heritage was lost among them hundreds of years ago, and that nothing remained of those legendary creatures.

Ylva was the living prove that their heritage still existed.

Loki wondered what else she could do. Apparently, both her and her father could see through magic and had a heightened intuitive sense.
Perhaps he could find out more simply by observing Ylva.

For the first time, he was not the only monster or freak around. Although he could hardly call Ylva a freak, he didn't doubt people would call her such if they knew.

Loki decided to protect her, to teach her.

The sun was sinking, bathing his chambers in golden light. He had taken part of councils, spoken to various lords, supervised the building of the palace, and now the god would finally rest.
Ylva had stood by him, served him food and done everything to his liking.
Loki could not help but notice how most lords and guards stared at her.
Her distinct features, dark hair and tanned skin made her stand out between the usual tall blondes.

The king felt a sting of jealousy when he remembered how wantonly they had followed her with their eyes, and Loki had never been good at handling his jealousy.

"Guard! Tell Lady Ylva to draw me a bath" he barked in Odin's voice, and heard the guard walking away.

Really, the day Loki found Odin with Malekith's blade between his rips had been the luckiest one in his life. Thor thought Loki to be dead, Loki took Odin's place - and now he everyone in the palace was obeying his orders.

He obviously deserved it. After his suffering and many defeats, it was time his fate changed to the better.

Ylva knocked and entered.

She wore a green dress, something Loki very much appreciated. Her hair was braided into an up-do, and Loki noted she was chewing on her lip.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to call her. Jealousy and lust were not a safe combination.

"My King" Ylva curtsied.

She wasn't making it any better, Loki thought.
Before everything went down, Loki had never had trouble to find company for the nights. He was not as handsome as Thor, but still a Prince of Asgard.
Between Loki's plans to conquer Midgard, his sentence to prison, the attack of the Dark Elves and his mother's death, there had not been any time for this kind of pleasure.
Ylva was definitely attracted by him, her dream only proved it.

"I want you to draw me a bath" Loki instructed and closely observed her face. A blush, followed by raised eyebrows.
"A bath?" she echoed, almost sounding sarcastic. The wolf was becoming bold, Loki thought, already imagining the outcome of this night in his head.

Ylva was sure she misheard him. What exactly did Loki imagine? Ylva had not forgotten he was a mad, power-hungry god, and one good action would not make her drop her clothes for him.
At least she suspected he was heading there. She didn't know actually, since she never had much contact with men of her age, not enough to judge Loki's actions.
But the way his eyes devoured her made her shiver, and he had made his interests quite clear.
Ylva would not let him toy with her.

She didn't know if female servants were expected to serve their superiors like that. Judging by the amount of pretty blonde girls at court, Thor and Loki were probably used to have them all at their disposal.

"Yes, a bath. You heard me right, little wolf" Loki said, grinning his trademark smug grin.
Stupid trickster, she thought. A handsome face and pretty eyes were not enough to make Ylva Akesson forget her honor.

"As you wish" she simply said and moved towards the bathroom.

Loki enjoyed watching her drawing his bath. A stubborn expression had replaced the insecurity, and she had her lips tightly pressed together.

"The bath is ready."

"Ylva, would you be a dear and help me undress" Loki said with played innocence.
Did he always torment people like that? Why was she suddenly the victim of one of his pranks. Ylva may was unexperienced, but it was clear this was some kind of game to him.
What could she do? He could turn into the cold killer within seconds and choke her like the last time she defied him. He could be offended and angry if she refused.

Ylva decided to play along as long as she was able to.

"Of course."

Carefully, she opened the straps of his armor. Loki was perfectly able to get rid of his armor with magic. But apparently he wanted to test how far he could go.

Trying not to touch him, she peeled the plates away.

Loki could not stop smiling. The wolf girl was adorable, being all careful and shy. The usual servant girls would have stripped him from his armor within seconds.

"Why stop?" he asked and raised his thin eyebrow when the plates were removed.
For a second, Ylva looked puzzled. Then she caught herself and nodded. With her small hands, she undid the laces of his tunic.
Now she was close enough to feel his cool breath on her skin.
His face was even more perfect from this perspective. She immediately suppressed those forbidden thoughts. Loki was not perfect. He was a violent, manipulative traitor.

"Everything alright, little wolf?" Loki asked in his most charming tone.

"What are you doing?" Ylva asked more bluntly than intended.

"I am literally fulfilling your dreams" he answered, his voice hoarse. Ylva's heart started pounding hard in her chest, and she tried to look away, avoiding his gaze.

"This is inappropriate" Ylva breathed, but Loki cupped her chin with his long fingers and forced her to look up.
"What the king demands can never be inappropriate, my dear."
"I am just a village girl, I know nothing of these things" she said sternly, repeating what she had said to him when they first talked.
"You are not a village girl anymore. You are mine and I will teach you anything you need to know" Loki declared, bringing his head closer to her.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened.

"Is that how you treat all of your servants?" she asked, defiance returning to her glance.

Loki chuckled lightly.

"Most of them begged me to treat them like that."

"I haven't begged for it."
"No little wolf, you haven't. But your dreams reveal your most secret desires, and you can't hide them from me."
"My dreams mean nothing. You had no right to enter them."
She was a stubborn thing, Loki thought delighted. He fairly enjoyed her spirit.

"That is precisely what you do not understand, my dear. As a king, I am allowed to do what I want and to take what I want" he declared and bent down to kiss her.
As she didn't protest, he hungrily demanded entrance to her mouth, continuing where they had left off in their dreams.
Ylva moaned and kissed him back, right before pulling away.

"Please.. Loki" she said breathlessly.
Loki was impatient, determined to soothe his jealousy by making her his.
"What is your problem?" he asked roughly, and Ylva shrieked at his angry tone. Loki had experienced enough rejection in his life, he was not letting a simple servant girl be one of them.

Ylva noticed the hurtful look on Loki's face. She decided to be honest with both him and herself.

"My king, my problem.. is not with you" she started hesitantly, and she took all her courage to speak on.

„I admit I find myself quite attracted to - " she was not able to finish, so she made a undefined hand gesture at him.

"But I came here to find a husband. How can I find one if my honor is damaged?" she asked and Loki frowned.
"Your honor?" he asked as if she was speaking nonsense.
"Yes, my king. My honor" Ylva repeated, hoping he was understanding.

Loki realized what she was explaining him in a very confusing way.

"You have never done this before" he stated and Ylva breathed out shockingly, nodding unsurely.

Loki could almost slap himself for not realizing it before. The little wolf was untouched, and he was constantly pushing her into something she was completely unexperienced with.

It only made her more alluring, but he needed to be more patient.

The hazel eyes were still fixed on him, and Loki smiled softy. He pushed a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear and watched her shiver.

"Don't be afraid. Have I not been kind and merciful towards you?"

"I am not scared" Ylva declared loudly, not wanting to be defined by this small detail. It didn't made her pure or weak or any different than all his other women, it changed nothing.

"Prove it, little wolf. Take what you want. What does it matter if it is a dream or reality? I promise I will do nothing you don't ask of me"
Again, Loki's words hid so many more meaning. Everything he said seemed to have multiple layers.

Ylva was undecided. Her body was reacting to him, and she admitted she actually enjoyed his touch. But on the other side she was not ready to submit to the dangerous trickster god, only because he thought he could have any servant he wanted.

She observed his chest, the curves of his muscles, the white skin, covered by a few, thin scars.

Loki patiently let her follow their trail with the tip of her finger.
Then she tentatively took his hand in hers and let him cup her face again. Both their hands trailed down to her neck, to her breasts, to her waist.

Ylva let his hand rest on her hip and took his face into her hands, getting on her toes to kiss him.

The previously immobile Loki suddenly began to move and swirled around, trapping her between him and the wall. His kiss became devouring again, and Ylva found herself out of control as well.
Loki's hands were all over her body now, caressing, demanding, and Ylva allowed herself one last second before she pulled away.

"You may be the King, but that does not entitle you to anything. I am a person, and you can not 'take me'" she said sternly. "If this is ever going to happen, it will happen on my terms" Ylva pushed her chin forward and turned away, leaving Loki's chambers without looking back at him. Maybe he would make her pay later for defying him again, but it didn't matter. She knew she had made the right choice.

Loki watched her go, puzzled about her sudden change of mind. He had underestimated her. She really wasn't like the rest of them.

FINALLY a new chapter! :D I am sorry it took so long, but I was a bit stuck and then just stopped writing. Anyways, let me know if you're still interested in this story.
And special thanks to Line-Fangirl (and her bff ;)) for giving me the motivation I needed!
xoxo & Liebe Güße