"Oh Loki! There you are!" the young goddess spoke excitedly.
Loki turned around, gazing upon young woman in front of her. He admired her dearly; her company was the highlight of many of his days. He raised an eyebrow, looking upon her features. Her long brown hair cascaded down her slim, tan shoulders. Her stunning blue eyes seemed to light up whenever she saw him. He gaze moved downwards. She had wide hips followed by muscular taught thighs. Though she had not fully developed yet, but her body was still magical to him.
"Hello Eira," he spoke coolly. She frowned, obviously disappointed by the prince's reaction. He smiled, she was even beautiful when she frowned or pouted.
"Oh Loki, you could act a little more excited to see me!" She cried at him, crossing her arms and sticking her hip out in protest. He smiled at her before sweeping her into his arms.
"My love, I am always excited to see you," He said softly, kissing her forehead. She giggled softly, trying to hide the blush that had grown on her cheeks. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and they began to walk down the hallway.
Many were shocked that Eira spent so much time with Loki. They were complete opposites. Loki was stoic, cold, mischievous, calculating. He often pulled pranks on other unsuspecting Asgardians. Eira was warm, pleasant, and friendly. She was always there to get Loki out of trouble. The two complimented each other well.
"Thor spoke with me today," Eira told Loki. A tint of jealously flickered through the younger brother's eyes. Eira felt his body tense. She pulled herself away from him.
"What are you so mad about?" She prods.
Loki glared off into the distance, "And what did he speak to you about?" he asks sharply.
"He apologized," She said simply, turning on her heels and starting to walk away, pausing when she heard Loki scoff.
"And you accepted it? After years of his torment? Without any form of revenge" he hissed.
Eira scrunched her face up at him, "Why should I not have? He seemed truly sorry, and I am not one for revenge my dear Loki." She walked back up to him, looking him in his eyes. They were deep emerald pools that threatened to swallow her whole. There was something about Loki that frightened her; however she could never quite place her finger on it.
"Are you jealous?" She questioned. Loki turned his gaze on her, his eyes burning into her. He grabs her roughly, pulling her to him.
"You are mine Eira, you always will be." He whispered venomously in her ear.
She scoffs, "I am not property, Loki." She attempted to smack his hands away but his grip only tightened.
His glare turned into a dangerous smile. He keeps his grip on one of her arms, pulling her down the hall. She struggled against him.
"Loki where are you taking me! Let go!" She yelled pulling against him.
The couple soon reached Loki's chambers. He opened the door, pushing her inside, and slamming the door shut, locking it. He turned around, looking at her dangerously.
"What do you think you are doing?" She shouts, trying to push past him and get to the door. He snatched her wrists in his hands, pushing her back towards his bed.
"Ugh, Loki get off!" She grunted as he pushed her face down onto the bed.
"Did you say you were not mine?" He asked, delight in his voice.
"I do not belong to you Loki!" She shouted in protest.
He let out a menacing chuckle, using his new found magic to create restraints, constraining the young woman's hands. She cried out, shocked by her sudden constraints.
"Loki!" She yelled, struggling against them. He took a few steps back, watching her struggle.
"You are beautiful, Eira." He spoke softly, watching with interest as her movements ceased. She turned her head to look at him, her feet barely touching the ground. His grin grew.
"You are my angel, you are mine, Eira." He spoke, taking in the curves of her body which was bent over the bed. "I shall show you that you are mine."
She blushed furiously as he began to remove his clothes, looking away. His hypnotic laugh brought her back, gazing at his emerald eyes. All that he remained in were his trousers. She squirmed uncomfortably as her eyes moved down his chiseled figure. He brushed a lock of her hair away, exposing a tan shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat as his cold lips sent chills down her body.
He took in her scent. Vanilla. It suited her well. He exhaled, letting his breath tickle her skin.
"Loki," she purred, he moved closer to her. Her rear pushed up again his hips. He slipped a hand under her clothing, pulling it up and over her head. He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses down her back. He pulled the clothing off her legs, leaving her in her underwear. His grin grew as he felt the woman attempting to get away.
"What is the matter, my sweet Eira?" He cooed in her ear, running his hands down her sides. She whined as he placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, playing gently with the fabric. She rubbed her legs together, attempting to remove his hand.
"N…nothing," she moaned out. Loki became excited, he had never heard her voice sound more tempting. He pulled her panties off, receiving a gasp of protest.
"Hush my angel," He comforted, moving his hand down, letting it run over her curves. He slipped a finger in, excitement growing as he felt her tightness. He knew she was a virgin and wanted to take that from her. He wanted to be hers. And he wanted her to be his. He moved his finger gently, getting soft moans in return.
"I want you to beg for it Eira," he cooed. Her eyebrows furrowed in disagreement. She was very prideful and was not about to let Loki win so easily. When he did not get a response, he slipped in another finger, smiling when Eira let out a squeal of surprise.
White hot pleasure was boiling in her abdomen as she writhed in bliss.
"Beg," he demanded forcible, putting yet another finger in. She cried out in bliss.
"Loki please!" She shouted. He smiled in satisfaction removing his fingers from her. He quickly removes his pants and under garments while Eira's restraints disappear. He climbs onto the bed as Eira pulls herself up, blushing at his manhood. He grinned, grabbing a handful of her hair and smashing his lips to hers desperately. She gasps for air as he pulled away, pushing her head down slightly.
"Uh, Loki, I…." she started bashfully.
"Shh Eira." He whispers, "It's ok. I'll take care of you."
Eira woke with a start. It was early morning, and Asgard was still covered in the darkness of night. Her body was covered in a light layer of sweat. She sits up, her heart pounding so loudly she thought it would wake Thor. However, her sweet Thor lay comfortably next to her, snoring softly. His upper body was uncovered, the blankets splayed over his lower body. Eira admired the fine contours of his muscles. He shifted, his arm falling into her lap. She touches it softly, running her fingers up his strong arm. Eira shifts her gaze to the large open window. She was deeply troubled by her dream of Loki, and was sure he had placed it in her mind. Thor stirred once again, opening his sleepy eyes.
"Sweet Eira, come back to bed," He whispers, pulling her down and into his arms, pressing his lips against the side of her head, "Sleep Eira."