(A/N: Start of the Third Arch of the story! Fun stuff, hope you all like it! Also, they have officially slept together so the gloves are off, so to speak.)
It had been two centuries since Andromeda had been 'reborn' and all of her days were spent blissfully. She played with the children, swam, read, and even had began to learn to fight. Time flew by so fast when you had an infinite amount of it.
The Asgardian people had begun to regard her as a royal, a dignitary of some sort. The same rumors flew about her marrying one of the sons of Asgard, though some thought she was just a concubine allowed to live in the palace. Those people usually found themselves ousted out of their homes, but she knew nothing about that. Nevertheless, the children loved her and never passed up a chance to play with their favorite princess.
Andromeda's hair was braided to the side and she was dressed in a white gown as she padded through the palace halls. Her mother's crown that she usually wore on her head was covered by a crown made of white flowers that the children constructed for her. Her feet were bare as she opened the door to the library.
The beauty walked through the aisles of books and chewed on her lip, looking for a particular book the queen had recommended. When she found it a victorious smile lit up her face. She grabbed the heavy book and padded out of the bibliotech, heading back towards her chambers. The princess still had her own room, though she stayed within the youngest prince's chambers most of the time. But when they would fight, which was more often than it should have been, she would stomp to her rooms.
Andromeda rounded a corner and jumped when she caught sight of her lover walking towards her. She hid the book behind her back and put on a wide smile as he approached her.
The dark prince stopped in front of her and his eyes danced over her face. He raised an eyebrow, "What are you up to, Andromeda?"
"Now my prince," The princess cooed, clutching the book behind her back, "Why must I always be up to something?"
"Because you are." Loki deadpanned, before looking over her shoulder. "What's behind your back?"
Andromeda looked off to the side before returning her gaze to his face, "My hair." She replied with a smirk. Her lover rolled his eyes before disappearing in front of her and appearing behind her, taking the book from her hands and wrapping his arms around her.
"'Asgardian Marriage Ceremonies'?" He muttered in her ear, tugging her closer to him. "Did my mother give you this?"
Andromeda frowned and pulled away from him, turning on her heel. "No she did not, but she would be in every right to."
"She is just trying to get us to give her grandchildren." Loki rolled his eyes, continuing to walk to his destination.
Andromeda followed behind him, wrapping an arm around his, "It's been a century and a half of unmarried life," She whined, a pretty pout on her face, "My mother would roll over in her grave."
"We do not have to be married for you to bare my children, Andromeda." The prince commented with a smirk, "Odin knows we have been trying."
Andromeda clicked her tongue at his filthy words, though she hid a smirk behind her disgust. "All I am saying is that marriage would not be such a terrible thing! We could do all that we did now, though it would more lawful and just." She lowered her voice and added, "And I would not be a filthy concubine who sleeps with the youngest prince with no promise of marriage."
Loki paused in his step and turned to the bronzed woman with a sigh, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Andromeda, if you would like to get married," He took a breath before continuing, "we can."
The princess scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Oh silver-tongued prince, how you woo me with your words." She retorted dryly. "I know you can do better than that, all of the other women never fail to remind me of how eloquent you are."
"I do not know what you want from me, princess." The prince groaned out, exasperated.
"Oh Loki," Andromeda cooed, placing her hands on his chest and sliding them up until they were around his neck. She looked up into his eyes with her own embers, "All I want," She started, brushing her lips against his, "Is your love." She finished with a breath on his lips. He opened his mouth to reply to her but she beat him to it, "In the shape of a ring."
"Andromeda." He groaned and she laughed, pressing her lips against his sweetly.
"I am just teasing, my prince." The princess mumbled on his lips, "Now where are you running off to?"
"I," Loki started, accentuating the word as he tugged her closer to him, "Have the pleasure of being lucky enough to train with the almighty Thor. Ever since he's gotten that glorified hammer he will not stop challenging me to duels."
Andromeda hummed nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, "Wouldn't you rather have lunch with me?"
"Well that all depends, princess," Loki muttered, a smirk spreading across his face, "Will I be consuming food or you?"
"Consumer's choice." Andromeda lowly replied, feeling his grip tighten around her. "Or maybe you could eat the food off of me?"
"Both would be acceptable meals to me, Andromeda." Loki replied, pressing his lips to hers.
"And I would be elated to feed you," The princess smiled prettily, placing her full lips on the column of his neck, "If only I had a ring." She whispered, pulling away from him and dancing away. She looked over her shoulder at him and smirked, letting her dress trail behind her.
When she rounded the corner, her smirk dropped and her eyes narrowed as she made her way to the kitchen of the palace. She walked through the doorway and everyone stopped working to bow to her. With a roll of her eyes she waved them away, walking until she found the woman she was looking for.
"Ragna…" Andromeda called, stopping the burly woman from baking.
"Yes, your highness?" The golden-haired servant inquired, placing her full attention on the royal.
"Am I ugly?" She started, leaning against a pillar, "Do pus-filled boils grow on my face? Is my waist not small enough? Am I not eloquent?"
"You are wonderful, Princess. As close as to perfection as one can be." Ragna assured, with a soothing hand on her shoulder.
"Than why won't he marry me?" Andromeda cried, a frown etched on her face. "Is it because I have no official title? Or maybe he has someone on the side, I have heard the rumors but I never thought-!"
"Princess Andromeda," Ragna interrupted her, her soothing blue eyes on hers, "Nothing is wrong with you and if the prince cannot see that," She leaned towards the young girl, lowering her voice, "Then he is a fool."
"I just want to be a wife and have a large ceremony with flowers and a beautiful white gown with everyone looking at me. Is that so much to ask?"
"Of course not." Ragna cooed, wrapping her arms around the princess and rubbing her back.
Therapy sessions like this were common between the elder servant and the princess. Andromeda had come to regard Ragna as another mother figure, though she was nothing like her actual mother, Cassiopeia.
"Maybe he just needs a little push." Ragna muttered, pulling away from the embrace and holding the princess at arms length. "A reminder of how desired you are. Any Asgardian man would be honored to have you as their wife," She lowered her voice, "Including his brother."
"Gods," Andromeda uttered, shaking her head, "I know I tease but I could never entertain another man's whims. I just need to think of another way."
"All will be well, child." Ragna assured her once more, "I am sure he will propose soon."
"For his sake I hope you are right." Andromeda bit her lip, "If you see Sylvi, please tell her to draw me a bath."
"Of course, Princess. Hope you feel better."
With one last reassuring smile, Andromeda was out of the kitchens and on her way to her chambers. She opened the heavy door and made her way to her bathroom, only to find that her tub was empty. She clicked her teeth and turned on her heel, leaving her room and going to Loki's.
Andromeda opened the door to his chambers and went into his bathroom, proving her suspicions correct; Sylvi had filled his tub instead of hers. She unlaced her dress, letting it fall to the ground and took off her crowns, the golden tiara and her flower crown. She lowered herself in the tub and sighed, her fingers unraveling her braid.
The woman sank all the way into the water before reaching on the side of the tub, grabbing a book from the shelf the kept in the bathroom. She turned to her saved page and began to read a fairy tale, chewing on her lip. She was still on the basics of the language and could only read children's books, but the Asgardian writers were so articulate.
The door to the chambers opened and light footsteps barely made a sound, but Andromeda could hear them. A moment later a body stood in the doorway of the bathroom. The princess did not even bother to look up as the prince walked behind her, kneeling at the mouth of the tub and running a hand through her hair and massaging her scalp.
He hummed, a sound that filled the large room, "Are you still angry at me, my love?" Andromeda did not reply, only mouthed the words to her fairytale. He tilted her head to the side and pressed his lips against her ear, then her neck, then the smooth skin of her shoulder. "Won't you cater to your prince, I am awfully sore from battle."
Andromeda turned her head and met his eye, placing her book to the side of her. "You," She stressed, "Are not my prince, for I am not your wife. I am just a lowly concubine having premarital sex with a royal."
"I could treat you like a concubine, if you would like." Loki said, standing from his kneeling position and stripping himself of his sweat-stained clothing. "And fuck you like the whore you are claiming to be."
"I am not in the mood for your little games, Loki." Andromeda snapped, as he lowered himself in the tub with her. "I am very angry with you and-!" She was interrupted by the prince taking one of her feet in his hands and running his fingers on the sole, "Stop that!" She exclaimed, but he did not, knowing that she would giggle. "I am serious."
"So am I." Loki retorted, lifting her foot to his mouth and kissing her toes.
"Stop that this instant!" Andromeda squeaked through her laughter, as he had taken her other foot in his hand. "I am irritated."
"You are so beautiful when you are vexed at me, my Andromeda." Loki chimed, coming closer to her. Andromeda pressed her hand against his chest to stop him from advancing but he just took it in his hand and kissed her palm. He pressed his lips against her wrist then up her arm until he met her shoulder. "I love you." He whispered to her, pulling back to stare in her eyes. "I will show you how much if you let me."
She scoffed at him and turned her head, a childish pout on her lips. "I do not want sex, I want a ring." She retorted, rising from the tub and bending over to get out. Loki grabbed her hips and held her in place, the front of her body grabbing on to the wall. "What on earth?"
"I love you." He repeated, kneeling behind her and kissing down her spine.
"Loki, really this is not comfortable." Andromeda called, her eyes widening when she felt her cheeks be pulled apart. "Loki!" She repeated, trying to look back, but a large hand forced her head to the wall.
"I love you." He said once again, his voice muffled as he buried his head into her behind. His tongue lapped at her clit a few times before he moved it towards her hole, softly pushing it in and out.
Andromeda gasped and cried out, her sounds echoing in the room. She dribbled down the prince's chin as he devoured her, his hands digging into the softness of her ass. He ate her like a fruit, long strokes with his tongue before he would pucker his lips around her nerve and suck.
He groaned into her and reeled a hand back, landing a smack on her behind like he knew she liked. Andromeda whined and arched her back, a hand grabbing for Loki's inky black hair.
The prince pulled away from her cunt and slid two fingers into her, licking at one of her cheeks before sinking his teeth into it. He fucked her with his fingers and while his other hand made quick circles around her clit.
"Oh Gods, Loki…" Andromeda muttered, her head falling forward.
"I feel you tightening around my fingers, my love." Loki commented, shoving his finger deeper within her and twisting them. "Let go on me, let me have it. Show me how angry you are." He murmured before removing his fingers and placing his mouth on her once more.
He lapped at her heat quickly and she began to fall apart, her knees buckling. She leaned limp on the wall as her body twitched and she melted on to the prince. A slap on each cheek was enough for her to shudder and she bit her lip to keep from groaning like a wanton whore. But the prince did not like her hiding her sounds from him, so he spanked her harder, feeling content when he heard a yelp come from her mouth.
As Andromeda came down from her high, he licked everything he could from her, sitting her in his lap when he was finished.
"The water has grown cold." The princess complained in a breathless whine, her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"Ah," He hummed, wrapping his arms around her, "But you are not. Your skin is as warm as the fire of the sun."
"Oh shut up." Andromeda muttered, tracing the lines of his chest, "I am still upset, though I do love you."
"I am sorry." Loki whispered, his fingers skimming her back. "If I had known marriage meant this much to you I would have proposed long ago."
"You are lying about being obtuse," Andromeda murmured, placing her arms around his shoulders, "But that is alright I suppose." He smirked at her in response before flinching when she hit his shoulder in mock anger. "Oh, what happened?"
"I told you I was sore, Andromeda." Loki groaned, rolling his shoulder, "The oaf still does not know when to quit."
"Do not talk about your brother like that," Andromeda snapped, before softening her voice, "Switch places with me, love." The two moved so that Andromeda's back was against the tub and Loki was now sitting between her legs with his head on her chest. She made quick work of massaging his shoulders, earning a few pleasurable groans from the prince. "Poor, poor prince." She cooed in his ear, "I thought you were lying about being hurt."
"Why must you always assume I am lying?" Loki asked, his eyes closed.
"Because you are." Andromeda deadpanned, running a hand through his hair and massaging his scalp. "You are always deceiving someone, my beautiful prince."
"But you can always see through my tricks, so it is hard to deceive you, my beautiful princess." Loki retorted, a content smile on his face.
Andromeda smiled to herself and just hummed, pressing her lips to his temple.