A/N: I actually got caught up in another Skyrim story so forgive the delay, vary sorry. So anyway nothing important to say I guess so on with the story! Just to clear things up, Bryn is short for Brynjolf, you pronounce it the same the Bryn in Brynjolf.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Title: Rest My Little Wolf
Chapter Two: Mercer's Demise
(Irkngthand Loki and the other's just got there)
After clearing out the Bandit camp that lay in front of the Grand Ruins, Loki, Brynjolf, and Karliah slowly climbed up the ramps and stepped into the first room. Loki looked at the dead corpses laid around mostly on their bed rolls, some seemed to have tried to put up a fight but it was obvious who the victor had been. Loki just edged around the dead bodies, looking at their belts to see if any had some gold on them. None of the bandits had gold. Loki looked at the dead then looked at the passage leading down into the ruins.
"Shall we?" Loki asked, gesturing toward the passage, giving his companions time to group together before they delved deeper into the crumbling maze of passages. Loki had his blades at the ready, twirling them as they walked the empty halls. Brynjolf's hands were resting on his daggers, ready for any threat that might show, and Karliah walked with her bow drawn ready to notch an arrow and fire at any given moment. To say the least the whole group was ready for any horrors that lurked in the inky shadows of the ruins.
After only meeting little resistance, a few active machines, they came to a almost balcony that looked out over another part of the abandoned decrepit city. Karliah stopped and moved to the grate like wall that separated them from the wide cavern beyond.
"It's Mercer!" She hissed, glaring through the fence of dwarfish meatle. Loki tightened his hold on his blades, wanting to dive down there and rip the man to shreds. Loki closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath through his nose, but flashes of everything that Mercer had said flashed behind his eyelids.
Loki was frozen in horror, as he relived that moment when he'd been helpless to defend himself from Mercer's blade. He must have made a noise, or twitched, because the next ting he knew he could hear a voice that made his whole body feel shivers of warmth.
"Loki, are you alright?" Brynjolf asked resting his hands on Loki's shivering fame. Loki just looked down, away from Brynjolf.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it. Mercer just needs to die. Quickly." Loki said not meeting Brynjolf's eyes, he couldn't not after showing such weakness. His wolf growled in disappointment at the amount of weakness he was showing, Loki hissed right back at it in his head. Slowly he drew in a breath, held it then let it free.
"We can't get down there through this grate, but it's like he's toying with us." Karliah hissed still facing the Dwarven metal fence, not having seen Loki's little episode. Loki looked at her then the tunnel leading out of the little enclosed balcony.
"Our path is set, and the destination lies before us." Loki said, gesturing toward the tunnel before walking up to it and walking down into its dimly lit abyss. They came to a room the held a few dead Falmer, and in a side room Loki found a carved message.
"One step ahead, - Mercer." Loki muttered he glowered at it as he looked at the already looted chests, but he'd picked up the gold from the dad ruin lurker as well as the hidden bag. Loki walked out of the room and further into the ruins, wanting to catch up with Mercer before the bastard even had the chance to escape.
Brynjolf and Karliah shared a concerned look as they heard Loki snarl and quickly walk off, further into the ruin. Following him they came to a room with a colossus that Loki fired at, when the machine activated it killed most of the Falmer down there, the Group of Nightingales finished the rest.
After a few trials the came to the door that had to lead to the last bit of their quest. Loki stopped short of opening it, his hand freezing on the handle. He couldn't do it.
He was scared, there was a little voice telling him if he did this the whole group would be dead. His eyes were glued to his hand, but that wasn't what they saw, he remembered the sick glee shining from Mercer's eyes as he stabbed Loki and left him for dead. This time Loki would be dead.
"Loki? Loki, you alright?" Brynjolf asked going top try to turn Loki around, but Karliah stopped him, she knew Loki wouldn't react sanely. She knew what Loki was going through she'd seen it before, gone through it before. Brynjolf glared but stayed where he was letting Loki fade out of his trance.
"I don't think I can do this." Loki stated looking at his hand that he couldn't will to push the door open. He heard movement behind him and tensed, thinking he was going to get hit.
"You can. I've only known you for a short while and I think, no, I know you can do this Loki." Karliah stated walking up to place a hand on Loki's left shoulder.
"She's right Lad." Brynjolf stated coming up to place his hand on Loki's before continuing, "You're the best damn thief to ever walk into the Guild, even Gallus would be impressed." Brynjolf's voice was the stone that pinned Loki to earth, and finally cleared his thoughts. A soft smile broke through his cold mask.
"Forgive me, my friends. Let's go kick some traitor's ass." Loki stated pushing open the door and rushing into the last few trails that separated them, from Mercer, and the final confrontation. Loki took his bow out and shot at the Falmer, easily taking them out from a distance, and not getting in the way of Brynjolf's slashing blades. Karliah was impressed by Loki's skill with a bow; she'd though he was only one for blades. When they'd cleared the last Falmer away, Loki was beginning to look sick.
"Are you alright?" The violet eyes screamed uneasy concern, not sure if she should start investing in silver arrows. Loki looked at her as he leaned against a wall, and his eyes flashed a threatening shade of amber.
"Fine. Just… I don't do good underground for extended periods." He said relaxing against the cold stone trying to calm his inner wolf that was pulling at the end of its chain, which was causing Loki extreme pain, and making him want to hurl. Brynjolf noted his heavy breathing, and the fact one hand was pushing at his chest.
"You sure that's the reason Loki, it looks like your about to have a heart attack." Brynjolf stated his worry rising even further than it had been. Loki managed a weak smile.
"No, I'm fine; really, I just don't do good underground." Loki stated pulling him self together and standing, still keeping his hand on the wall before taking a deep breath and looking at what they all guessed to be the final door. After all the things they'd gathered, they knew how badly the Dwarves treated the Falmer. They were all a bit sick of the ruins, considering they were more of a glorified torture chamber.
After opening the door once Loki pulled his beast back from the end of its chain they came face to face with Mercer. Loki heard Karliah say something, but he wasn't listening he was petrified and not wanting to move.
"Karliah, when are you ever going to learn you can't get the drop on me?" Mercer cackled and Loki began to shake wanting to back up, but also wanting to rush forward. He was two halves, and his mind and body were at odds about which side to chose. Mercer hopped down after picking up the two massive jewels he turned to them and smiled wickedly.
Loki felt the earth shake, "Get back!" He shouted as the front of the platform they were on began to fall down, and Loki was caught right on the top of the landslide. Falling down on the chunk of rock Loki was able to keep him self straight, but other falling debris fell on top of him, luckily not anything heavy.
Loki stood, the debris slipping off his shoulders, he gave a soft grunt as he pushed a larger stone away from his side. When he stood he saw Mercer as he jumped down, landing in the shallow water. His hands settled on his Ebony Blades, and he couldn't restrain the growl that slipped past his bared teeth.
"Well, well, just as I thought, you really are a dog! I knew from the first time we meet that one of us would be at the end of a blade, but we aren't so different, you and I are both thieves, we steal, admit it, this isn't for anything but the reward." Mercer sneered at Loki whose eyes narrowed into flashing Amber slits.
"Oh, but there is a difference Mercer," Loki snarled back, his voice taking on a low rumbling tone of rage, "I'm a Thief of Honor, while your-"Loki was cut off by Mercer's cackles, Loki ground his teeth together to resist his wolf's pull.
"A Thief of Honor? There's no such thing, we steal, where's the honor in that, Nord?" Mercer's shrill comeback finally snapped Loki from his resolve to let Mercer strike first.
"You were right," Loki said taking a menacing step forward, "One of us will meet an end, but I can tell you I shall not give in so easily," Loki drew his blades next. "You'll meet your end today Mercer or my name is not Loki Stormblade!" With that, Loki leap for the Man in front of him, his blades coming out in a clean sweep, but Mercer had vanished. Loki suspected as much, he'd know the man could use invisibility, but he was a fool to think that would save him.
"Then the die is cats and once again my blade will taste Nightingale blood!" Mercer cackled from behind Loki who spun and slashed at the air, not wanting Mercer to get a lucky hit. Sadly enough, Loki managed to nick Mercer's arm, ending his invisibility. Loki saw a red mist swim around Karliah and Byrnjolf, who proceeded to attack each other, they both let out load cries of protest each realizing what was going on.
"Kill him before he get's one of us killed, Loki!" Karliah called, battling feebly against Brynjolf who was better with a blade. Loki snapped his eyes back to Mercer who had his blade arching down toward him, Loki took a quick step back and brought up his blades, not wishing to get his shoulder hacked in half. He focused him self on the dance of death between him and Mercer knowing if he worried over the two locked in forced combat he'd soon lay in his own blood again.
He tried not to lose focus as he heard different noises of pain echo off the walls, he fought Mercer each step matched by one of his own, and they were locked into a bloody battle, no war. They were matched, now all it would take was a slip up and it would decide the final victor. Mercer made one, he tried to deal a high blow by arching up his blade which left his side open for Loki's waiting sword. Slipping through the gap of defense, Loki stabbed into the weak point, only to feel Mercer's own dagger's bite.
"You've dishonored your self as both thief and Nightingale, may the Divines and Nocturnal spit on your soul in the void." Loki hissed as he with drew his blade and did a quick spin arching his blades down, cleanly cutting off Mercer's head, as it rolled across the floor a look of utter shock painted over it's features, Loki fell to his knees, the dagger in his side finally making it's self known. He crawled forward a foot to look through Mercer's bag, he found the eyes and gold he also took Mercer's blade, and key to the vault, he took everything. Just like Mercer had.
Brynjolf jumped down and rushed over to Loki each step sending up a spray of water. Karliah tried the door up on the platform noting it was locked, they'd need to find another way out, but was there one? Karliah jumped down and walked up to Loki and Brynjolf.
"The doors locked." She said and as if on cue, bits of the ceiling collapsed, and Water began pouring into the cavern, Loki didn't want to show it yet but he was beginning to panic, as the water level began to rise at a rapid pace.
"We need to get to higher… ground." He said his voice fading in and out as his wound was stretched painfully as he pulled the dagger out. He could heal the wound but he'd need to be somewhere safe on higher ground. Brynjolf helped him up, and guided him up the steps quickly, Loki was able to cast a simple healing spell that would stop the bleeding, but that was all he could do for it now, the water had almost reached them.
Looking up Loki spotted a hole in the cavern roof, water wasn't pouring in which might be a bad thing, but it was all they had to go on.
"Look at that, it might be an escape." Loki murmured, wincing as his wound flared with pain, he'd lost a good deal of blood while struggling to walk up the steps, and now, water, that could easily infect the wound, and was ice cold was surrounding them. Loki had no doubts that he'd probably die, even with his natural resistance to cold.
"It's our only option rig-" Karliah was cut off as a new stream of water came down, right on top of Loki, who was thrown to the ground, under about two feet of water, the current pushing him deeper down, toward the feet of the Snow Elf Statue.
Brynjolf dived into the frosty water, grabbing hold of the unconscious Nord who'd possibly swallowed a few mouthfuls of the murky water. When Brynjolf broke the surface of the water with Loki in tow, the water was waist deep from the small high spot they'd run too, Karliah was have troubles keeping standing by the torrent of pouring water.
"Is he alright?" Karliah called, spotting the struggling Nord, who nodded as he struggled to keep Loki's head above the water, he noticed the small red streaks in the water and wanted to scream. He knew Loki now had two wounds, both on the same side, and both were possibly open again. Next thing he knew Karliah was there, looping an arm around Loki to help keep his head above the water.
"If we drown, were going to drown together, damn it." She said her soft chuckle the result of the nervousness she felt, there was a possibility that they'd gotten the key but failed any way. Oh how cruel the irony. She found herself praying to Nocturnal that their luck would hold for just a while longer.
"If we die, I'm kicking Mercer's ass in the Void." Brynjolf half joked trying to keep his head above the rising water, along with Loki's, who still hadn't opened, his eyes. And now they were at the ceiling.
"Get in line." Karliah joked back before they flew into motion, trying to get to the hole before the water pushed out the last bit of oxygen.
Loki was drifting into a darkness blacker than shadows, the cold eating away at his soul carrying the sent and taste of red coppery blood. But he could taste something else, he couldn't place it as his mind dimmed and his wolf howled desperately into his ringing ears. He wanted it to be over, he couldn't move, it was like the cold was a snake of chains wrapping around him crushing him bit by bit. He finally realized what it was he tasted, salt, like tears. Who was crying for him?
Then color came rushing back, and for a second he felt blind searing pain flash in his eyes, but then the picture before him focused, and he chocked, red hair that caught the sun's light and became fire, framing a strong jaw and proud chin and lips that could set anyone wild, but it was the eyes that made him choke on the darkness. Beautiful green, like a forest's canopy of jade leaves. A green that could unlock his heart as easily as those skilled hands could pick open a lock on a chest.
Brynjolf would cry, he'd cried before, he'd screamed in pain mixed rage. Brynjolf would cry for him. He felt a tug and searing pain through his side, and words that sounded distant, all he could make out was someone calling his name, a pleading cry for him to wake up.
Then there was a pressure against his chest and the cold was washed away with numbing warmth. All the color faded, and he looked up, at least that where he thought it was to see a white light, then down to see murky darkness, and his wolf at the end of its rusting chain. A choice to make, should he sink, or swim? He looked back up, the chains shattering and he kicked, flying up toward the light, he wasn't ready to serve Hircine or Nocturnal just yet.
Brynjolf and Karliah had pulled Loki out of the Water, and Brynjolf knew as soon as he saw that Loki's lips were blue, that if he didn't get help soon he'd be gone from this world. He wasn't ready for that to happen yet, and Loki still had a family to return to damn it! He laid Loki down on his back with Karliah's help. They were in maybe an inch of water Loki's hair floated out like silver blond wings, Brynjolf wanted to run his fingers through that hair, but he could do that after he saved Loki's ass.
He opened Loki's lips, and breathed for him before applying pressure to his chest, trying to get Loki to breathe on his own, but it wasn't working. He was on the edge of panic, he'd already let tears start to fall, but he continued on, forcing air into Loki's lungs before trying to push it out then repeat the process. But then he heard a chocking noise, it couldn't be Karliah, she was sitting across from him against the wall pulling on her hair with worry.
The choking noise was followed by a jerk from Loki, Brynjolf shoot up to Loki's head resting it in his lap and turning it so Loki could cough up the lung full of water. Loki rolled onto his side and coughed for a good five minutes, emptying his lungs of the murky water, his whole body felt weak and cold; if it weren't for the steadying hands of Brynjolf he'd have collapsed.
"I … cold…. Sorry." Loki wheezed out, panting mere inches from the tear and blood tainted water, his vision was blurring and he tried to keep his eyes open, but as he was looking at the water, his long hair falling past his shoulders and into water like thin snakes swimming through blood swirls in the murky azure water. His eyes were slipping closed when he felt pain flare up on his side; he screamed and recoiled from the burning touch. Only to end up causing him self more pain as he collided with a stone wall before falling into the icy water.
"Shit, I'm sorry Loki, but we need to get a look at that gash." Brynjolf cursed as he rubbed the other mans back. Loki was shaking and his breaths were coming in ragged gulps, but he managed to nod. He stilled but his muscles tightened as Brynjolf pulled at the bloody armor, managing to get it off.
Looking at the crimson trails running over Loki's chest Brynjolf cursed again, not knowing any healing magics, and not carrying any healing potions. Karliah moved over but also had no way of healing Loki. Loki calmed his breathing before beginning to recite a strange incantation that sent a golden glow over his body, it almost completely healed the newer gash but the longer one barley closed before Loki stopped speaking, his body shivering again as he gasped for air.
"What spell was that?" Karliah asked shocked that Loki knew such advanced Restoration spells. Loki chuckled quietly before collapsing into the water with a soft hiss. His eyes slipping closed from exhaustion. He vaguely remembered getting lifted up before he slipped completely into a dream ridden sleep, greeted by the rampant howls of his wolf. He glared at it as he sat inside his mind, surrounded by swirling moments of his life.
Then the swirling stopped and settled on one memory, the one he'd been reliving since he'd sold his soul to Nocturnal. The night Kodlak had been murdered, the night he'd failed his pack, and the day that had shattered his once proud soul. He once again heard Nocturnal whisper as he watched himself flee from the only family he had left. She whispered that same phrase as when he'd sealed his deal.
He sat their, his wolf's howls ringing in his hears as he stared at the lifeless body of his Harbinger. He cried silently curling into a tiny ball and cried. He saw the murder, the blood, Kodlak bringing up his blade to defend his pack, only to fall as one Silverhand scored a lucky but fatal blow.
Every time the battle flashed through his mind it would be even more gruesome than the last. His cries soon turned into screams of insanity, his wolf echoing howls of rage and desperate need to save the Alpha sending him to an invisible edge, his bright eyes flashing to one image than another, he took a step back and began to fall, he fell in silence, his throat tightening into a silent and painful not.
Loki jerked awake shaking like a leaf caught in the fall's chilled breeze. Loki slowly sat up and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart as his eyes flashed about the cave they were in, they were still here? Where was Brynjolf? Where was Karliah? Loki was beginning to panic, where was his pack?
"Whoa, calm down, we're here, Loki." Brynjolf muttered when Loki hissed as he tried to stand. Brynjolf pushed Loki back down softly, noting the gash was again open, but now they could do something about it, Karliah had dried the bandages and other supplies she carried, and soon came over to Loki.
"This will hurt my friend but it is necessary." She stated looking at him hesitantly. Loki's nod she moved forward with a blackened needle fresh from boiling water, and thread. Loki lay on his side baring the open and bleeding wound to the Dark Elf. Brynjolf sat back and watched as the Dunmer began to sow the wound closed then press a cloth to it before wrapping Loki's lower chest in bandages.
The whole time Loki kept his eyes focused on the ground, his jaw taunt. Brynjolf could only guess at the pain this way of healing was causing the other. Loki took a deep breath through his nose before letting it rush out in a hiss through his gritted teeth. Karliah moved away and looked at her handy work, pleased that there wasn't any sign that something was currently wrong.
She moved back to her spot on the other side of the cave, leaning against the wall refusing to leave her Trinity one short. Brynjolf moved next to Loki and ran a hand through the blond strands, hoping his presence would be enough for the pained man.
"I apologize for my recklessness." Loki whispered after a while, his eyes were closed and one arm was draped over his side like a shield or attempt to cover his wound. Brynjolf ran a hand over the others arm, pulling it gently away to rest his hand on Loki's bandage, where he assumed the deadlier of the two wounds was hidden.
"If it weren't for what you call recklessness, Karliah or I would be dead. You have nothing to apologize for." Brynjolf stated pulling softly at the soft gold colored hair he had his fingers tangled in. Loki looks up at the subtle prompt, his eyes betraying the guilt he felt, and the slight hint of shame when they meat Brynjolf's softer colored ones. Loki currently wanted to melt into a puddle of him shaped goo. Those eyes held a determined look that set his heart racing because in those forest green depths he saw a look of adoration, and concern. His guilt spiked and he wanted to look away, but Brynjolf's gaze held his.
"But I do, if I'd been quicker I wouldn't have had a dagger in my side and we wouldn't have nearly drowned because of that last pipe bursting." Loki muttered his voice sounding cracked and soft, he hadn't used it since his little incantation and he'd thrown up that water after swallowing the Nine know naught.
"You did what you could, and no on died, well no one on our side at least." Brynjolf half joked getting a thin smile from Loki, who still felt like crap. Brynjolf let out a sigh knowing Loki did not believe his earlier words.
"Well that is something to be grateful for at least, are the Eyes still in my bag?" Loki asked, his voice tapering slightly since he wanted too sleep, but was scared of what his mind would trap him in this time. He was scared this time he'd see his pack close I around him, blaming eyes, accusations that blazed hot enough to burn his skin. He suddenly wanted to cry, his emotions reeking havoc on his mind, they blamed him and he knew they were right. He closed his eyes as his breath stuttered.
"Loki, what's wrong?" Brynjolf asked sudden concern slamming into the forefront of his mind. Loki had stiffened and had made a small noise that sounded pained, and his breath was becoming choppy. Loki nodded opening his eyes to show the tears, giving up the fight to keep them hidden.
"I nearly got one of you killed, Bryn, if…. I don't want to lose anyone else." Loki stated looking at Brynjolf with that haunted look that screamed of unseen scares, and he leaned down and gave Loki a kiss, pulling him into his arms.
"I swear Loki, I won't leave you. Ever." Brynjolf stated it only seemed to cause Loki more pain as more guilt surfaced in those deep green eyes. Brynjolf looked into those eyes and worried, he didn't know why but his gut told him Loki was guilty about more that just the Harbinger.
"What's wrong?" He asked Loki turned away from him, closing his eyes and pulling away; he leaned back into the wall and faced Brynjolf. He took a deep breath before motioning over Karliah.
"I've dogged a dark truth about me…" Loki tapered off and shifted position, wincing in pain and Brynjolf's mind whirled into a mini tornado, did Loki mean he was an Assassin from the Dark Brotherhood? Loki swallowed hard.
"Karliah guessed it, Mercer somehow knew, I was scared to tell you. The guild… You Bryn…" Brynjolf knew it was bad if Loki was using that nickname, Karliah gasped and Brynjolf shot her a curious glance.
"I….. I can understand if you walk away after I tell you, forget what you said earlier, because you should have known this long ago." Loki said giving Bryn a sharp look when the Older Nord was about to protest.
"So you are?" Karliah asked eyes wide in awe and shock. Loki gave her a tight smile.
"As I said. I'm not like most of the others, I'm not savage… And I did it for a different reason." Loki stated looking down, Brynjolf was getting agitated with this secretive talk none of it was making sense to him.
"Loki, what's going on?" He said his tone revealing his aggravated mood. Karliah gave him a sharp glare, while Loki shifted again like he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
"I'll just come out and say it, forgive my stupidity for not saying this sooner." Loki gave him a pleading look before looking down and whispering three words that made Brynjolf blink.
"I'm a Werewolf." Loki tensed up his hand curling into tight fists as the silence lingered in the air. Then three things happened that sent Loki's heart speeding to a halt.
Brynjolf moved forward and cupped Loki's chin in a gentle hand, forcing the Nord to look up. Then he leaned down and kissed Loki hard with warmth that melted Loki into a puddle, but it was the next words he heard that froze his rapidly beating heart.
"Thank you for finally telling me." Brynjolf whispered against his bruised lips, Loki looked dazed as he tried to process the new information.
"Wh-When? Where, how?" Loki panted looking into those glittering jade eyes with confusion.
"I had followed you out one night, I have no idea why but I did, and I watched you strip, thinking you were going to bathe but then you threw back your head in a silent cry as a black mist surrounded you, the next thing I know, there's a pale werewolf standing were you were, whining softly in pain. At first I was pissed that you never told us, but then I realized how you'd think we'd react. You though that I'd push you away, out of the Guild right?" He asked looking straight into guilty eyes.
"I… I thought you'd kill me." Was Loki's soft reply, but he nodded just the same. There was still a small shine of fear in Loki's eyes his pale cheeks flushed a pale pink as he admitted it. Brynjolf's eyes saddened.
"You wouldn't have fought back would you?" He asked already knowing the answer before Loki shook his head. Brynjolf looked him in the eyes and kissed him, this time it was a soft gentle one. He pulled the other into his lap, forgetting Karliah was there, wrapping his arms around his lover. Wanting to comfort the blond any way he could.
Karliah just stood and walked out taking the close embrace as her cue to leave, she left a note saying she was heading back to the Guild. She smiled knowing the emotions swirling within the two were similar if not identical to what she and Gallus had had. As she walked away she pulled up here hood and her knowing smile was all you could see under the cast shadow.
Loki moaned when Brynjolf's hand's settled on his hips, the tanned fingers slipping below his belt. Loki managed to pull away, his breath coming in quick puffs. His dark green eyes shimmered with confusion.
"But… You, you don't care?" Loki asked he sounded utterly confused by the way Brynjolf was reacting. Brynjolg gave a half grin and shrugged.
"I got over it, now; let me take your mind off the past." He purred his half grin turning into a predators smirk as he pushed Loki onto his bed roll; he loomed over the injured man and kissed him again. A distraction as his hands worked on the leggings and boots. The cape and chest armor folded neatly nearby was soon joined by the leggings, boots and gloves. Loki gasped as he pulled back from the kiss for air, noticing right away his cloths were gone.
"You sneaky little…" Loki trailed off his eye glittering with mischief as he got a wicked idea, "You little pup." Loki smirked as he drove forward, pulling the confused Brynjolf into a kiss, his hands not remaining idle as he stripped Brynjolf of his gloves, chest armor, and daggers before making a pained noise when he tried to get low enough to work at the pants and boots, he bent at the wrong angle, hurting his side. Brynjolf pulled away and chuckled noticing his things piled neatly by Loki's.
"If I'm a pup, you're a kit." Brynjolf joked, calling their best thief a fox kit seemed fitting though. Black Kit, the Best Thief of the Century. Brynjolf chuckled, standing and kicking out of his boots and slipping out of the tight leggings, making Loki stare at the exposed chest that looked like it had been carved by the Nine. Loki whimpered as he watched Brynjolf stalk back to him, with a little smirk playing on his lips, and his eyes gazing down like Loki was a sweet roll waiting to be plucked from an unsuspecting merchant.
Brynjolf descended like fire, his hands tweaking the right spots that drove Loki mad. His hands trailed past the white wrap but didn't linger, just shot down to play with the weeping need. Loki was breathing hard, his breath stuttering as he felt a wet heat surround him, he arched his back and cried out in surprised pleasure.
"B-Bryn…" Loki moaned, as the elder made him dissolve into a whimpering mess, he wanted to let go right there when he locked his eyes with Brynjolf's. The elder stared back at him, not ashamed as he ran a hand over Loki's inner thigh, his mouth wrapped around a certain organ like it was candy. Loki let out a strange noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper for more. Brynjolf was only too happy to oblige.
The skilled lover that Loki had found learned just where to pet Loki's body to make the blond writhe beneath him; soon he was fully sheathed in Loki's body, at Loki insistence of course. He'd already brought the blong over the edge once and was quick to stroke the embers back into a roaring fire. He let out a groan as he held still knowing the fact that this was the first time he'd let him self completely take the younger man, who'd admitted he had never been with anyone their first time laying together.
"Mo-Move, I… I'm ffine." The stuttered command didn't sound fine, but if Brynjolf kept still much longer he'd go insane. So he slowly moved his hips back, to rock forward in a shallow and slow thrust, he continued like that until it wasn't enough for either man.
Loki was crying out for Brynjolf to move faster and harder. Loki was completely flush, his mind in a blissful haze. It felt like his body was going to explode with the tightening coil of heat that was ready to spring any moment. Then Brynjolf hit that one spot that made him see stars, he screamed out, telling Bryn to hit that spot again. Soon every thrust rammed straight into that spot each time sending a wave of mind numbing pleasure through Loki's flustered body.
When they finally reached their limit, Brynjolf was sure Loki's hips were going to have hand shaped bruises. Loki lay panting by Brynjolf for a short while before he fell off into a hazed sleep where his mind wasn't tormented, Bynjolf had done what he had set out to do and claimed Loki as his, all in one go. Brynjolf felt a twinge of pride, but at the same time concern for the younger man. Bryn knew he was haunted by the past, and he worried it would catch him and drive him insane.
Loki shivered softly, curling into Brynjolf a little more. Brynjolf reached out and pulled both cloaks over them as well as a random fur. Loki hummed in thanks, falling back into a deep sleep; Brynjolf watched the sleeping face, adoration in his soft green eyes.
Loki had strong features, like any man, but they had that softer edge that gave him that submissive appeal that had tricked many into underestimating him. Brynjolf brushed some stray blond strands away from the peaceful face, his heart melting. He soon closed his eyes and joined his Lover in a dreamless sleep. The night descended and casting the cave into shadow, the only light the flickering fire that lit the surrounding area, creating shadows as well as lighting the red and blond hair, surrounding the sleeping pair with a mystic appeal.
A/N: Hope you like, it's been to long in coming, please leave a review! Emerald, out.