Day 7
They stayed up all night, Loki had taken it upon himself to materialize a stack of books they could read and for her the night ended with him reading to her about tales of magical beings and her falling asleep. As for Loki, he didn't sleep... He kept looking down at her, staring at her, watching her, worrying about her, pondering about her... He wanted her. He didn't know what kept her from loving him, he eventually went to sleep and they both rose in the morning to go meet with Frigga instead of having her meet with them.
When they entered Frigga was sitting at the edge of her balcony overlooking Asgard with a proud stare. She didn't once flinch or tear her eyes from the amazing view. A sunset to gaze upon, a fleeting drizzle of snow from the clouds, and an unbearable scent of Asgard's strong nectar filled flowers.
"You both are getting married tomorrow."
"We know, Queen Frigga."
"And have you accepted it yet?"
"Um..." Loki could tell that Mysma was still hesitant and it did not bother him, there relationship had changed and that was all he needed.
"No, I feel we still need time." Frigga glanced over at Loki, her eyebrows furrowing.
"But I thought you wanted to marry her."
"I am happy with what these few days have given me and if she lets me I wish to court her..." Mysma looked over at Loki who was now staring intently into her soul, she still felt some hatred towards him, but how could she be angry at a man that truly did love her. He wasn't as selfish as her conscious had made him out to be, he had changed.
"It's king's orders though." Frigga pointed out again, Mysma wove her fingers through Loki's, still staring at him as though in a trance.
"Yes, I understand."
"There will be a feast in celebration of your Union tonight and the ceremony will be held morning tomorrow." Mysma nodded before averting her eyes to the marble floor. "You both must be present."
"That won't be very difficult." Mysma lightly teased, raising their bound hands above her shoulder and smiling sheepishly.
Loki wanted to kiss her again right after that statement because it made him love her even more. He loved it when she smiled and laughed and was mischievous.
"I noticed." She smirked. "I hope to see you both there, it will be horrible if you aren't."
Mysma nearly choked on her drink, Loki and her had been sitting at the great table for most of the evening. Men and women danced around them, some dropping gifts here and there. The Warriors Three brought there's and were utterly shocked at first. Sif, who had witnessed it already was surprised as well. But they were instructed to not say anything about the rings.
The issue was that Loki had asked Mysma to dance, but in some state of annoyance she simply said 'no'. He didn't ignore her reply, he had been denied many times by her before in these past few days so it was no surprise to him. He decided to spend his time doing plenty of other things, mischievous things. What caused her to choke on her drink was the very fact that Loki ha thought it was funny to turn the large pitchers of alcohol across the table to ice. She hadn't realized what he had done until she was pulled from her reverie with wide eyes at the sight of a man having a large block of ice fall on his toe. Loki burst out laughing, she quickly took his hand and made it a freezing temperature taking all of Loki's illusion to not turn into a frost giant.
"I'm sorry." He groaned, she released his hand at the panting breathes he began to make and clenched teeth. He sighed and picked up his glass taking a lazy sip, a droplet of wine sliding down his lower lip that she couldn't keep her eyes from following. She wanted to kiss him again, his lips were so smooth and soft, but also rough and passionate. She had never quite kissed a man like him before, she mused over his features as she took another sip of her drink. "Darling, this is our party. We are suppose to be enjoying it." He protested, trying justify his thirst for mischievousness.
"I don't feel comfortable enjoying it."
"And why is that?"
"Because no matter how different I feel about you, I am not going to marry you tomorrow."
"Well what do you propose we do?" He glared at her, he had had enough of her complaining. He just wanted her to love him as he loved her. He loved barely anybody, shouldn't it be a treasure to be loved by a king?
"We are leaving the castle tonight to find that woman that did this to us."
"Tonight?! Absolutely not, how do you know we'll even find her?"
"I don't and if we can't then we are leaving until Yule ends."
"I don't want this... Please... What's so horrible about marrying me?"
"Nothing." She plainly answered, her live still cold and distant, much different from how she reacted to him at the beginning of the party. "I think any women in here would be pleased to marry a prince." She moved her gaze to meet his and he saw a flash of sorrow.
"Those women... They aren't you."
"No they aren't, which is exactly what makes one of them the better option?" That's when Loki knew there was plenty more to learn about the ice spirit, he thought he had known everything he needed to know, but he couldn't have been more wrong.
"What's so wrong with you? You are intelligent and beautiful, strong and endearing... You voice is like honey dew and your eyes are like fallen st-"
"Shush... Please be quiet." Her words were in a calm whisper, her eyes still staring deeply into his and her expression remaining blank. "I am cold."
"So am I." He smiled, beginning to whisper in just the same manner. "I think we can be very cold together." His hand wound with hers again, she rolled her eyes.
"You don't understand." She sighed out in a bit of a breathless tone.
"I understand completely. I have been alone for a long time and trust me, loneliness is great, but I realize now it's much better to have someone to be alone with."
"It's not that... I'm dangerous Loki... I'm not like your kind. Ice spirits they..." She couldn't finish her sentence before shaking her head and looking away.
"They what?"
"They die." Tears began to bubble in her eyes and her hand became a bit colder than before, he could deal with that cold if it meant comforting her.
"We die too."
"No Loki, you don't under-" He stood up, not wanting to hear much more in such a dainty position.
"Maybe you can explain to me with a nice dance?" He offered, but before she could say now he pulled her to her feet and dragged her away to the dance floor. One hand on her waist, their bound fingers woven together. He pulled her close and although the music was at a much faster pace than them, they danced in a slow waltz. The others spiraling around them and enjoying the melody of dance. "Now what was that you were saying?" He asked into her ear, their chests pressing together intimately as he did most of the work spinning her around. "Just stand on my shoes dear." She didn't hesitate to follow and stood up onto the tips of his shoes, he guided her around as though she was paper in his arms. She placed her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"If I could run away right now, I would..." He chuckled as though her sentiment was unneeded on that topic.
"Oh please, why would you want to run from me?"
"Because Loki... I love you." He stopped, at the center of the dance floor, she wrapped her one arm around his neck and pulled him closer. Her lips directly beside his ear as she cradled her head further into his neck, breathing in his scent.
"I lov-"
"I know you do, but I'm just a time bomb... Ice Spirits they only live half the love of any average Asgardian. Their hearts can't take the coldness and they get sick into their early thousands."
"Yes, but you haven't gotten sick yet."
"I will... I will die because my heart is too weak and you will be all alone."
"Darling I-"
"Brother!" Mysma pulled away from Loki just enough to see the tall familiar man walking towards them. He rushed right up to Loki, separating the couple and lifting his brother up into his arms. A frail woman stood beside him in Asgardian clothes that didn't seem to match her at all. Thor slapped his Brother on the back, doing the same to Mysma. "Oh Allfather! I never would have guessed this in all my years living!"
"Th-"
"Have you met Jane, Mysma?" Thor wrapped an arm around the woman beside him, urging her forward. She nodded her head, glaring at Loki, but smiling at Mysma. "Wonderful woman isn't she? I presume you two will get along quite well."
"Yes, well..." Loki wrapped an arm around Mysma and pulled her closer to him. Mysma already knew that the two brothers were having their show of power over the other, it was always a competition with them. "Mysma is just as wonderful. She helped me put together a spell earlier today, very intelligent." Loki was lying about that.
"Yes, but Jane has been working on her weather Doppler thingy recently, extremely intelligent as well."
"That is just great! So happy that you guys are complete idiots." Mysma interrupted sarcastically, winking at Jane who chuckled lightly. Thor and Loki frowned, sharing one last glance at one another in competition, but back to their old selves immediately.
"Um... I came to attend your wedding from Earth. I am so excited to be my brother's best man!" Thor exclaimed, clapping his hands together and grinning brightly, before Loki could say a word, Mysma elbowed him in the gut causing any words that would have left his mouth to blabber. "I have so many stories about Yule on Midgard."
"It's Christmas actually." Jane corrected, Mysma nodded and tightened her fingers around Loki's hand.
"I would love to hear all of it later, but for now Loki and I have business to attend to." She pulled Loki back through the crowd to leave Loki and Jane as they were. He grinned at her suggestively, but she made no gesture back, he knew something was bothering her. He knew it was what she had told him on the dance floor. One thing he both loved and hated about Mysma was that she was sometime so hard to read, she had to be his most favorite book to read because she was so hard to open.
She pulled him down an empty corridor further away from the celebration, until she felt confident that no one would over here them. She kept her back facing him when she stopped despite not their woven hands. He stayed silent in respect of her thoughts, that she might be thinking of the best way to communicate her feelings to him. He only wished she would allow him three words, words that he ached to reciprocate to her.
"Loki..."
"Yes?"
"I don't want to leave you..."
"You don't have to."
"But I must." He body shake with anger, he didn't understand what she meant.
"Why? I don't understand, tell me why." He demanded, yanked her towards him and hoping the closeness would help.
"I can't love you if it means leaving this world shortly after, I can't do that to you."
"But... I want to be here with you, until your last breath of air and I want to be with me just the same." She saw the sincerity in his eyes and it made him cry, he wiped her tears away with his thumb."What made you think any different?"
"A year ago..." Loki's eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"What?"
"I was engaged, but when I told him I was dying. He left me." He caressed her cheek, before pulling her into a passionate kiss. He wound one arm around her waist, moving his lips across her jaw and down to her neck where he began to nip lightly.
"I would never leave you like that ungrateful man..." He pulled away to placed his hands on her cheeks and pressed his forehead against hers. "I love you." Her lips quirked up into a cute smile and she blushed.
"And I love you." Suddenly it was almost too much, a green light spun around them both, drawing them together. The rings they separated, but the couple didn't. They hadn't noticed the shimmering energy until they were on there way to her room with feverous kisses against one another.
"God you are so..." He paused, his hand was nicely freely far from hers. He stepped back and they both looked at the rings on their hands.
"Wait what?" She grabbed Loki's hand with the ring and pulled their hands together in a panic. Loki just watched as she tried to do everything she could to get the rings back together. He grabbed her chin gently between his fingers and lifted her hand up.
"Darling... I am not going anywhere." She grinned, a grin he hadn't seen before and he decided it was her mischievous grin, he liked that grin. She stepped away from him and rushed towards her room. "Get back here!" He ran after her as they both races to her room and when they got there, neither of them wasted time shedding each other's clothes.
She breathlessly clung to him, pulling him closer as each article of clothing shed from her body. They were stumbling and kissing, licking and biting, he had never been so invested in one individual before. She deserved his undivided attention however, his hands roved over her breasts and strong thighs, under her legs till he could lift her up so her legs wrapped around his bare waist. He carried her into the bathroom, attempting to make it to the water, but he slipped and they both fell in.
She had pushed away from him when they were submerged underwater and when he rose to the surface she was on the other side of the pool shielding her naked self from him. He rose up from the water, his blue skin slowly rising up from his fingertips and toes. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes ran over his toned body.
"Please don't look at me." She looked away in embarrassment, a pinkish color appearing on her cheeks.
"You are beautiful..." He stepped forward, only making her cower away more. He rose a blue skinned hand towards her, she angled her head in his direction to stare at it. The rings still remained on their fingers. "Actually I prefer you in this form to be truthful." He shot forward and grabbed her wrist, she gasped when he yanked her into his chest. "You are prettier like this... Your true self." She looked up at him, placing her palms flat against his chest, a small smile forming on her lips.
"You mean it?" He tried not to smile back because although he was telling the truth, he wanted to smile because she was so beautiful and she was all his. He pressed a hand flat against her lower back and angled his head down to meet his forehead with hers.
"I would never lie to you, my bride?" It was more of question because he wasn't sure if she was still hesitant to marry him. He wanted her to marry him, he really wanted her to be with him, but if she didn't-
"You haven't asked yet." She playfully ran a hand down to his groin, but did not touch his most intimate part. He sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head, lower onto his knees in the pool to where he was sitting up from the bottom and his shoulders just barely rested over the water. He grabbed her hand in his and looked up to her with a wink.
"Mysma, I have always known I love you, but I have always feared love. These past few days with you have been the best for me. I love you so much... Will you Mysma Oshima... Take me to be your husband and lover and-"
"Handsome companion for all of eternity?"
"Yes, handsome companion."
"Yes, I will! I will!" She dropped down into his body, arms wrapping around his neck she kissed him tongue first before moving her lips up his neck to his ear. "Now I command you to make love to me." He growled pulling her small body against his. He loved how cold her skin felt on his and to them alone it created a newfound warmth between both of them. There was no foreplay, they had enough of that in these past few days. Neither would admit it, especially Mysma, but they had wanted this for days.
He entered her, she was tight and warm. The water around them providing a hulking cold that the both of them enjoyed. She rested her forehead back against his again, pressing light kisses against his cheeks and his lips.
"I never thought I could love you like this, love anyone like this."
"Oh Numia..." He endeared, pressing her against the edge of the pool and slowly beginning to piston himself into her. "You have been so warm for me."
"I have been since we kissed yesterday." He kissed her again, intimately continuing his movements, his arms now on either side of her. She held her weight up on his shoulders moaning breathlessly into his ears.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." He chuckled and thrusted a bit roughly once more into her causing her to yelp out.
"I know." He huskily worded into her neck. "Now say my name. Tell the world who is fucking you." The water sloshed around with loud splashing sounds as Loki thrusted nonstop into Mysma, she dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Loki! Loki faster." He lifted their shaking bodies up from the water and out of the pool to the wet tiled floor to where he began to move faster than before. Loki was to caught up in his love lust for her that he hadn't noticed that her skin against the tile began to slowly turn everything around them into ice. Soon spreading over the pool and the door of the room, her back arched and she gripped tighter onto him convulsing as her high came over him.
"So good Loki!"
"So Beautiful!" He stared into her bright eyes the entire time, he didn't ever want to leave this moment with her.
"Oh Loki! Please Cum!" He groaned making a couple more hard thrusts and he had met release with her. They both remained there, he hovered over her and stared into her exhausted eyes, but she didn't want it to end. He laughed into her ear, still out of breath.
"Mmmm... So Good... Darling I could do that for the rest of our lives." He leaned down and kissed her, but felt droplets that weren't from the water trickle down her cheeks. He pulled away and looked into her eyes, his red eyes bleeding with red and she was the only one who could stare into them and not look away. He knew why she was crying and it made him feel pain for her.
"I don't have the rest of our lives Loki... You know that."
"Then I will take what time we have." She sniffles and looked up into his eyes, not another word was spoken as her lips leapt up grabbed his in hers. He curved his head to allow her more access of his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck. He tore away, resting small kisses on her cheek, before lifting her up.
"We should continue this one on the bed."
"Yours?" His eyebrows raised and he grinned.
"That can be arranged." They both materialized out of the Bathroom.
Ten Years Later...
He whiffed in the scent of freshness as his nose dug further into her white locks. His arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her back closer to his chest. She made a moan of comfort and snuggled further into his cold body. The winter sun peaked in through the drifting curtains of the balcony. A small smile found its way onto the couple's lip, she angled her head up to press hers gently against his.
"So sweet... I could very much literally eat you." She giggled, resting her head on his chest. Their naked body intertwined under thick white sheets. He maneuvered himself to rest his body over hers, forearms on either side of her head. He leaned down to kiss her neck and suckle at the skin, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Where is Roana?"
"In her room." He answered smugly, he loved it when she worried about the kids entering their room while they made love.
"Farris?"
"Room."
"That's odd though..." He pulled away and rolled his eyes, when she placed a gentle slap to his arm. "They usually are out at this time of day."
"I think not my love, you see I have placed an illusion over their rooms. They think we aren't awake yet."
"Farris won't fall for it."
"He is only two he'll be fine."
"And what about Roana? She is seven."
"Can you stop worrying darling and just kiss me?" He didn't demand because he knew how she was, not only one could have control in their bed. She leaned up and kissed him dreadfully slow, rolling her hips up to meet his hardening length.
"So sweet..." He whispered when they pulled away and as he made his assault of kisses down towards her intimacy one black haired, blue skinned girl entered the room. Loki immediately used his power to cloth them and they both turned to face their daughter Roanna. She was much Loki, since the couple had left Asgard to live in Jotunheim they had all kept to their natural forms.
"Good morning father. I was wondering when you both would be up." Farris a much lighter skinned boy entered the room.
"Morning." He said with his cute cheeks puffing out into a smile. Roana had red eyes like her father and Farris had grey eyes very similar to his mother's. Loki turned to look at Mysma and he smirked.
"We'll finish this later." She suggested and he nodded his head grabbing her hand. The rings remaining on their fingers all these years.
"Later indeed."
