As a little piece of trivia, I like to imagine Loki was scampering the continent causing mischief like Gabriel from Supernatural would. Faking alien attacks, sticking people in televisions, generally running amok with putting douche-bags into urban legends. You have to admit it would put him in a good mood, dishing out some punishments. And if he got a little showy, the currently separate Avengers would catch wind and go after him. He is a menace after all.

All Hail the Fallen King

The crickets echoed through the yard, their voices swelling in the steaming heat. Iselle felt another vile line of sweat peel down her back. Cringing in disgust, she lifted up her curls and pinned them to the top of her head. Setting down her glass of ice water, she shucked her way through the house up to the second floor bathroom. Not caring that her bedroom down the hall had a private bathroom, nor that she had stumbled into the only bathroom of the four in the house that was connected to two guestrooms. All Iselle cared about was not being warm, and that Loki's room was thankfully down the hall. It was not being used and she stripped down to her underwear in almost excitement.

Catching sight of the sweat on her bra Iselle shrugged and left them on. She turned the cold tap on all the way and stood under it. It numbed her fingers and made her lips turn a glorious blue. Iselle groaned with pleasure under the stream of water. Her back arched and her eyes fluttered closed. The river was too long a trek for her in the state she was in today. Laziness had seeped into her skin with the sun's heat. Iselle ran her fingers along the cold tiles of the shower, another moan slipping out of her lips. It had been scolding for days, the animals hid in the barn where they had an appropriate amount of air conditioning. Iselle had enjoyed it at first, the first real sign of summer. But then it grew hotter and began to drag on.

Never one to mope, she had set up fans in various windows. It kept the house nice and cool. Loki was hiding like the animals, grumbling how he couldn't understand why beasts had AC and Iselle prefered to circulate fresh air. She tortured herself, he had scolded, by chilling the inside and not leaving the yard. Her skin was too fair to mull about in the sun like she did. Iselle would counter with a large dollop of sunscreen and trot down to the river. But Loki's warnings had been given with correct assumptions, and soon she felt sluggish and overwhelmed by the heat outside. Hence her now abhorrent position. Satisfied by the amount of chatter her teeth were giving her. The ever overheated ginger dragged herself, dripping and nearly nude, down the hall to her own room.

Part of her wanted to call out for Loki while she quickly dried herself off with a hanging towel in her own bathroom. She changed into a baggy tank top and new underwear to sleep in. While she dressed, Iselle could feel the mild amount of heat on the second floor reaching out for her skin again. Always preferring the cold, even though she loved the freedom of summer, she was unprepared for the sudden heatwave. Iselle had to dig the box shaped fans from out of the attic in haste to stop Loki from making it snow in her living room. Regardless of her girlish wonder and excitement at the original onslaught of flakes. She had begun to notice the difference in Loki's skin temperature. Iselle was always warm, always had warm hands to wrap around her friends' growing up.

As a result, she wanted to take the undersized Jotun and wrap him around her like a blanket. Iselle sought out the cold, growing up in a basement at her parent's house until she moved out to the deep country. Even now, her office and entertainment room were down in the cool basement and she had fans throughout the house. But the sudden heat was too much for her to adjust to, so early in the season. Iselle ended up tossing and turning in her bed. She was too exhausted to go downstairs and too overheated to sleep, even with the two fans going in her room. Eventually her body gave up and she slipped into a restless slumber.

A few hours later, Iselle woke up to a pleasantly cool atmosphere. She stretched like a cat, letting out a stated humm and snuggling deeper under the blanket she pressed harder against the body pillow in front of her. A small confusion had her eyebrows knitting together in the dark. Her eyes were still closed and her lips frowned. It had been much too warm for a blanket. let alone the giant comforter she found herself under. Before her mind could fully awake, Iselle felt a cold hand glide across her stomach. Before she could gasp, the hand; which was subsequently attached to an equally cold arm and body; pulled her backwards against said body.

"Go back to sleep," Loki's voice was low against her ear, his cool breath making her shiver. "You were moaning in pain, it was much too hot." Iselle felt her body relax thanks to Loki's silver dipped coos. She let out a little sigh and snuggled closer into his spooning body. Loki breathed her scent deep into his lungs, coconut soap on her skin, a light musk of clean sweat, a hint of her perfume. His fingers slid along her stomach; eliciting a soft giggle from her; as he tightened his grasp. Pressing his lips to her neck gently, Loki knew if he wanted to he could take more from her. But the bags under her eyes had darkened the past few days, she really didn't sleep well in the heat. And that had Loki worrying, a pathetic emotion, fleeting and unstable. So he resolved to let her sleep in the comfort of his presence.

xx

Loki spent many hours lingering on the conversations Iselle had with him. She had accepted him for who he was. Not who he was raised to be, she didn't mourn a loss while trying to convince him he was still the Loki she used to know. Iselle only knew him, she knew who he really was and it gave Loki a freedom he had never felt with the Asgardians. Since they had begun getting to know each other they had been getting along much better. Loki noted a pleasant feeling when they were close to each other. And he could tell Iselle was becoming accustomed to his wiles. Perhaps even affectionate towards them.

Things became blunt for Loki when he requested she trim his hair. Iselle had been sitting on the couch watching a movie when he walked in with the needed supplies. She made a joke about it being last minute and Loki just sat between her legs and waited for her to begin. Iselle shrugged and blessed Loki's ears with a soft chuckle. "Anything to keep this beautiful hair healthy!" Loki snickered as she began to carefully trim his hair. She caught each piece with her fingers as if it were priceless and set it in the bowl beside her. Announcing she was finished, Iselle set her hands on either of his shoulders and grinned. "You're all ready for the ball Princess." Loki turned his head around and cut his laughing short. He looked at her briefly before letting out a curse. "What?" Iselle frowned slightly.

"I think I'm in love with you." Loki's words were drops of ice running down her back. Iselle shivered and slid her hand up the swooping curve of his neck. He hissed in a breath and narrowed his eyes, Iselle moved forward slowly and caught Loki's lips. She whimpered and was overwhelmed by the taste of him. As he moved towards her the room filled with his breathy laughter. It echoed through her body while he lifted her up into his lap and spoke to her in whispers. They explored each others bodies gingerly, Loki's green eyes sparkled and glowed as they took her in. Iselle sighed at the touch of his lips on her palms, her legs, her chest, her neck. The smell of him enveloped her; like old books and winter chill, and then moss and candle wax.

xx

The first time Loki left the farm on his own, he was going "out to cause some mischief." Iselle had chuckled, given him a kiss and made him promise to return. Loki's plans were delayed by a couple of hours due to his insistence he show Iselle all the reasons he would always return. His return was less than expected. With Loki's collapse on the veranda, Iselle was left to tend his wounds like she had upon their first meeting. Although with their recent flirtations she was now less shy about washing him clean first. With hours of probing, Loki recited what had gone on. He had teleported to a city in the next state, only to be thwarted very early by what he described as a man hiding inside a metal container.

Over time his powers were slowly being regained through the continued physical contact and resulting glow between Iselle and himself. It was the only instance Iselle would allow him to coddle and sook her. She fainted every time, and would wake up to Loki's stern face hovering over her. The markings wouldn't fade, and Iselle worried she would be stuck with them forever. Occasionally Loki would feel strong enough for combat. He would leave only to return by sunset in varying states of injury. And every time Iselle was just what he needed. An obedient and loving wife. A powerful and unbending Queen. But his persistent need to cause uproar on Earth soon gained the attention of the life he had left behind.

The door opening startled Iselle out of her deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her bedroom in confusion. "Iselle," Loki's voice called darkly from across the room. Her head snapped around, he stood by the door in shadows. The blankets slipped off the front of her nightgown when she sleepily reached her arms out towards him. Loki's figure shimmered in green magic as he shed his armour for casual attire and moved swiftly towards the bed. Iselle crawled over to him on her knees. He turned to her with a strange look on his face.

"Loki, something's changed." Iselle wrapped her fingers around his shoulder, leaning her face towards him to inspect his eyes. "Something broke, there's so much..." she paused, searching for the correct word. "Wrath."

Loki's face twisted downward in a scowl, "And what do you see, great Creator?!" His snarl had Iselle frowning, pulling her face back quickly. Loki jumped from the bed, she followed automatically. "Tell me, study me objectively until I bore you with my repetitive actions." Iselle's orange head shook slowly. She let her hands fall, her feet taking her backwards slowly as he advanced. "Predict how this conversation will end so that I may be rid of you!" Loki's hand slashed through the air in finality.

Iselle's eyes welled up with stinging tears. "Tell me what happened! Don't mask your pain through anger!" Her voice rose in fury to him, Loki taken aback genuinely. This was the line being crossed, he had gone to far. "I don't care what you do, I will always be true and fast in my love for you. But I will not have you separate our souls like this!" True emotion, powerful and primal. It poured out of him like a scent, rushing into her body with a silent roar. His features held no mask of trickery, and it coiled in Iselle's belly like an acidic fire. Loki's face was contorted into that of immense pain, tears welling and falling from his electrically charged eyes. As he let out a pathetically weak sob her body wretched forward in a wail. Iselle's arms wrapped around his lowering head and held his face pressed to her chest.

"I ran into my brother," Loki spat the last word against her nightgown in utter detest. "He had come to inform me how disappointed they all were of me. He demanded with no right of his own that I return to his family." Iselle felt Loki shift and let her arms loosen to allow him to lift to his full height. They stood pressed together, Loki staring down at her with wild fire in his eyes. Iselle looking up at him with nothing but worry and love in her expression.

"Come on Loki," Iselle coaxed, running her hand along the side of his face. "That can't be why you're so upset. What happened with Thor that has you so riled up?" Loki's face broke, their bodies shuddered together as tears and words of apology dripped along their skin.

"Do not shy from me." His shaken voice whispered into Iselle's hair as her body gained a steely chill. She gasped as Loki pulled his head upward. His porcelain skin turned to a shocking blue, patterns rising in his skin. His swimming eyes turned a blood red with the tiniest black pupils. A shaking hand covered her mouth, Loki pressed his eyes closed and pulled back from her. Slowly Iselle's hand fell, all the while never moving her eyes from Loki's. "Is this what Frost Giants look like?" She whispered in awe, her hands sliding up his chest as she took him in. "Loki you're beautiful..."

Loki's deep blue lips quivered to an almost smile, "Of course you wouldn't be truly frightened of my appearance." He turned from her slightly, Sigyn's face softened with a sigh at his regal silhouette. "I am the stolen bastard son of Laufey, King of the Jotuns." Iselle's eyes fluttered for a moment, mind spinning with new information as she sifted through old in search of the myths in question.

"The nature gods? You already told me all that. I don't understand why you are so upset?" Her face was filled with mild offence. Looking down at her own skin, she now realized her blue markings were nearly identical to Loki's. She wondered if the rest of his body was filled with the slightly raised markings as well. Iselle wanted to stand next to him and see if she had more. Loki had them on his face, whereas hers stopped just after her hair and jawlines. When Loki had told her of his Jotun origins she was fascinated, although this is the first time he allowed her to see him in that form. Iselle had jumped on research, and although she knew Jotun markings are like fingerprints. Iselle was assuming they just looked the same because she was unfamiliar with Loki's.

Loki's azure face flew to anger while her mind was reeling. "You foolish girl! The Frost Giants are enemies of the Asgardians! That is why my whole life I was less to the great and pure Thor Odinson!" His tall figure spun from her then, his footfalls moving towards the door.

Iselle called his name angrily, "Loki! Don't you dare walk away from me!" He stopped then, turning his head slightly to look at her with red eyes. Betrayal coursed through her, all the hours they spent by the river talking. The days they spent trotting around the woods both on foot and by horse. They kept nothing from each other, and now Loki was driving a wedge between them. Iselle stormed over to him and made him face her. "You are Loki, and that is always who you will be to me." A flash of pain echoed in his eyes, Iselle caught it and pulled him flush against her in an embrace. "Did Thor say something to you?" Iselle's freckled fingers rose to press into his frozen blue cheeks, gripping almost tightly. "You of all people should know that nothing like that matters to me." Loki's eyes narrowed as her lips ran across his jaw softly, her voice whispered into his ear making him shiver.

Loki's blue hands shook as he explained what had transpired with his brother. During their altercation, Thor had voiced his concern with his brother's sudden obsession with Earth. Loki had peacocked and declared that he had his own private reasons for staying. To which Thor bluntly assumed he had claimed a woman. Iselle held her ground throughout the explanation, her lip quivering slightly as Loki caressed her hips. His voice matched her quiver and Iselle wondered if he was trying to seduce her or convey pain. She ascertained that life with Loki had the two becoming the same thing. Loki had ceased any conversations and lashed out at his brother. Thor finally had retreated with promises to return when both of them had time to think. Loki scoffed at his brothers outrageous assumptions.

Finally his lips closed, skin still blue. Iselle wrapped her hands around the back of his cold neck. Loki's face lifted sideways to look at her lips. She pressed her lips to his face again, her body tingling at the feel of his skin. It was like a midnight breeze, but it did not burn her. "Why doesn't this hurt me?" Iselle whispered, her breath warming his skin.

"I've had the tiniest amount of practice." Loki's whisper was hoarse, pain lacing the words. "You couldn't tell I was blue in the dark." He lifted his face fully to look at Iselle. Unshed tears stuck to his black eyelashes. "Out of all people I expected to run from me, you never waver." Iselle smiled shakily, she looked deep into his red eyes.

"I will never falter in my devotion to you. You are mine Loki. I know it sounds a little crazy, but our situation kind of is. You are mine." The deep possession in her voice rocked him to his core, never would he imagine such words come from her mouth. Such powerful, primal words from his beautiful Iselle. At first he had kept his blue skin to scare her away, now he was overwhelmed by her acceptance, and needed to bask in it. The first time she grabs his hair and pulls Loki feels arousal rush to his groin and slam into him like a punch. He hisses and complies. Iselle grinned sickly, "now on your knees." In utter defiance, Loki stood straighter. The act sent a hot liquid to boil in her belly.

"I'm your Queen," Iselle hissed, causing Loki to grin back in his proud stance. "And I want you to bow." Utter satisfaction slapped a smirk onto her pale face as Loki began to descend. He held her gaze, his neck bare and shown in complete surrender. Loki had belittled and burned her emotions, and he knew he would pay for his mistake. As Iselle ran her fingers through his tousled hair she instructed him to remove his clothes. Shame had a blush creeping up neck, he could feel the heat even if his blue skin wouldn't betray him. A shimmer of magic breathed against the hem of Iselle's nightgown. It fluttered around her knees as Loki's powerful body was revealed. A humm of approval made it's way to Loki's ears, his pride swelled and he bowed a bit straighter.

Iselle disappeared from his sight suddenly. Anticipation had him rock hard and straining to stay put. When the first swooping sting of the riding crop snapped against his buttocks Loki was caught off guard. He let out a shock filled gasp, letting it curl as he fell forward into a groan. Loki looked down at his sapphire hand spread against the wooden floorboards. "Have you ever been punished like this Boy King?" Iselle's voice was velvet as she circled around him.

"Never," Loki snarled with desire. Iselle's eyes closed for a moment, the low gravely rebellion in his voice making her see stars. Another groan rolled out of him as she brought the crop against his skin, harder this time.

"Never, what?" She hissed into his ear as she leaned over him. Loki shivered and inhaled her scent while it enveloped him.

"Never, my Queen." Loki hissed with both adoration and defiance. He felt the smooth leather of the riding crop slip under his chin and kicked it up for her. Iselle grinned at his flawless presentation. The shimmer in his eyes sent shivers down her body. All collecting at her innermost well, making it throb and pulse with excitement.

"Such a pretty little fuck, aren't you?" Loki responded with a smirk. Iselle slipped her fingers under his chin and lifted him to his feet. Forgetting the crop, it landed on the carpet. She began to trail her fingers down his neck, along his collar, down his chest. Iselle lavished his skin with caresses and butterfly kisses. As her nails scratched along the inside of his thighs, Loki felt as if he were about to explode. Loki's erection twitched eagerly. It didn't go unnoticed by Iselle, whose caresses slowly became more teasing than gentle. He began to lose himself to the sensations and he let his eyes slip closed.

Her touch left him briefly and a rustling sounded behind him. A gasp choked out of him when he felt Iselle's naked body press against his back. Her fingers trailed the side of his bare shoulders, causing goosebumps as she pressed her lips to his ear. "I'm going to give you all the attention you crave. I'm going to adore you and pleasure you as long as you'll have me." A soft moan whimpered out of Iselle's throat as she snaked her hands over Loki's chest. She caught his nipples and pinched a gasp out of him. Nibbling his shoulder, Iselle ran her thumbs along Loki's now pointed nipples.

"Unlike the world you were born into, with me its safe to be submissive. It takes a real man to let his Queen rule him. And then when it's your turn you can show me how good of a King you can be." Loki nearly fell to his knees and wept as his widened eyes watched Iselle walked in front of him and sink to the floor. His blood felt like it was boiling, her mouth so hot and warm around him. His body had been worshipped before, but Loki could feel her devotion pouring through their bodies. And when he gripped the back of her skull and descended to the floor with her their devotions ran deeper.

Iselle could hardly breath, her body writhing over Loki with hectic gasps. When her hips bucked Loki chuckled darkly. With each push and pull the pressure inside them and the sounds of their passions grew in intensity. She found herself on her back, the hard wood of the floor digging into her bones like it had dug into her knees. Loki's tall and picturesque body cloaked over her. Iselle wrapped her legs around his waist, he felt like cold stone wrapped in soft silk. Loki shivered in the heat of her skin and moaned into the natural scent of her hair. Their cheeks met, then their lips were wailing and panting against each other. Iselle watched her breath come in puffs of air as if she were rolling around a frozen landscape.