A/N: So...here's your citrus. Please be forewarned, there is some sexiness going on here...fairly explicit stuff. I did my best...

No update tomorrow, dears. Sunday's me day off...

It was a timid morning. Nary a sliver of light found its way through the glass of the vast windows of Jane's room.

She rose and thought about how today she would be taken from the palace and made to explore part of Asgard…but first, she had morning lessons to see to.

Jane made her way downstairs and found the Queen already at the table eating.

"Good morning, dear heart," she seemed so warm to Jane since the incident.

"Morning Frigga," and she smiled. "How are you?"

"Well enough. You and Loki have an outing today, is that not so?"

Jane nodded.

"Yes…Your charges have been quite distraught at you not being here, but then, they have only a day or two left before their parents retrieve them for home."

"Is that right?"

Frigga smiled. "Yes…they need to get back, I fear…"

"And Torben…how is he?"

A solemn look graced the Queen's face. "He refuses to come out of his room…he takes his meals there…Adriel suffers with worry."

Jane swallowed. "Maybe I should…I dunno…try to talk to him."

"I don't think that that would do much good, Jane…he is a troubled child…"

"But…"

"No," continued the Queen. "I think not…"

"Ok then," she surrendered. "I'll go see to Seth and Adriel."

And Jane went to the library and began to teach the young ones. They asked her questions about what had happened to her, and she was appropriately vague.

At lunchtime, the children went to the dining hall, and Jane made to follow…she stood and looked to the doorway.

Loki stood there.

He smiled at her and went toward her. "Hello, elf. How was your morning with the wards?"

Jane smiled in return. "Fine…they are a delight."

"Yes…you like children?"

"I…" and she cleared her throat. "Um…yeah. Yes, I like children."

Loki laughed. "Do not concern yourself…I am not asking you to bear my offspring…" and he pulled her into an embrace. "…yet," and he kissed her mouth softly.

Jane laughed. "So…where are we going?"

"I had thought…" and he paused. "It occurred to me, after you left my room last evening, that you had not experienced the discomfort you usually do at my transport…"

"No, I guess I hadn't."

He pulled away from her. "Quite…so, in that vein…I thought we might test your mettle and venture a bit further than what I had originally planned…"

"Ok."

He smiled. "Ready?"

Jane gulped. "Yes," she whispered in reply.

He held out his arm, and she took it…

…and the black closed in…

Jane's eyes adjusted, and though she felt somewhat queasy and breathless, it wasn't violent the way it normally was.

They stood atop a precipice…the wind whipped around her, and she felt for Loki's hand for support.

Below her laid the sea in soft and azure expanse…it lapped slowly on the rocks jetting out below…it sifted its contents pushing them to the surface to kiss the air, and then down again in lulling song.

She looked at Loki and smiled.

"What do you think?" he asked.

And she returned her gaze to the sea. "Lovely."

He motioned for her to sit next to him, and he conjured a glass of something…Jane sipped it, it was slightly sweet, but not overly so.

Jane looked at him…he appeared much more at ease than was usual…even his clothes…though he still wore black, the shirt hung loosely from his frame, and it wasn't his usual tunic, it appeared to be much more Midgardian in style. His boots were the same, but everything about his appearance was informal and amiable.

And his hair….Jane noted…was not so rigid from his face. It could have been the wind, but she liked it and she grinned her pleasure. He looked much like a poet from 16th century England…rough, impassioned, tormented yet simultaneously carefree.

He wasn't looking at her. "What are you staring at, Jane Foster?" and now he looked at her and smiled. "You think me handsome?" his eyebrow cocked in question.

Jane coughed. "Ha…ah…yeah. I do."

"Is that so…" and he leaned over. "Well…allow me to return your sentiment of physical beauty…" and he kissed her cheek. "It is as though I could melt in your skin…like a soft liquid opiate…and your voice as though a tonic to my every worry…"

"I didn't offer you all of that, love…" she returned.

"You called me love…?" he leaned back, slightly amused.

"Yeah…I…love you…so…" Jane smirked and her face betrayed a "well, duh," look.

And he laughed. "Forgive me…I am merely unaccustomed to terms of endearment in reference to me…save my mother, I suppose."

"Well…get used to it," and she kissed his mouth.

He laid back, and brought her with him, and pointed to the sky…

"What…?" and then Jane saw them. Stars…in the height of day. "Stars…" she breathed.

"Yes. Stars. In Asgard, the stars are so bright, that at certain vantage points in the realm, one can enjoy their brilliance even in the glare of afternoon sun."

"Wow," replied the astrophysicist.

And Loki would point, and Jane asked questions, and he would answer all of them in turn.

A couple of hours passed thus, and Jane felt a bit stiff from lying on the rock. She sat up and rubbed her neck, stretched her arms out.

"Are you well, elf?"

"Yeah…just a bit…sore, I guess."

Loki laughed. "That will not do at all…our activities later will demand that you be as nimble as possible."

Jane looked at him and smacked his arm.

He touched her back and her muscles relaxed, and the soreness disappeared.

"Thanks," she said.

He nodded. "Would you care to see the village below?"

"Village? Um…yeah…" she said with a suggestion of it being an obvious answer to his query.

He stood, and offered her his arm.

And they stood in the middle of a square, there was a fountain playing, and there were people about, not really taking note of the pair, merely going about their day, preparing for mealtime.

Jane looked about in awe, though there was nothing particularly profound in the scene.

"Come, Jane…let us walk this way…"

And he led her along the road, his hand grasping hers. "Where is everyone going?"

"Most are preparing for eventide…and the meal to be consumed at the hour…"

"Where are we going?"

"Just there…" and he pointed to a quaint looking pub.

They entered the place…it was a bit dark, but cozy…there was plenty of wood everywhere. And there was a stage at the far end…a woman and a man were arranging instruments.

Loki led her to a chair and table and pulled one of the heavy dark wooden chairs out for her to sit.

"Evening, Prince Loki…haven't seen you in a while…" and the keep looked at Jane and smiled.

"No, Arthur…I've been these many months coming and going from Jutenheim."

"Aye," Arthur replied. "I had heard about the war and Asgard's victory."

"Yes, 'tis fortunate indeed."

"A blessing from Valhalla," and he looked at Jane. "What'll have, m'Lady?" he spoke in a strange accent.

"Ah…"

"We will enjoy my usual, Arthur…thank you."

The keep nodded and left to procure the drinks.

"You come here often, I guess?"

Loki looked at her and smiled. "I have been known to frequent some indigenous alehouses in my many years…"

"Like this one, for instance…"

"Par exemple, oui."

Jane gaped at him. "You speak French, too?"

Loki laughed. "I am familiar with every language of Yargasill…though most speak the All-Tongue…something you would do well to learn, Jane."

"Wow. You are…"

"What?"

"I dunno…does Thor and Frigga and Odin speak every language, too?"

The drinks arrived, and Loki took a healthy drought. "Odin does, yes…Thor…" and he sniggered a touch. "He speaks many well enough…he makes a valiant effort…Frigga knows some…I believe she let it fall by the wayside…"

"You are very close with her…Frigga," and Jane sipped her drink. Wow. It was very good.

"I am, yes."

And music began to play.

"Are you closest with her, would you say?"

He downed the rest. "Until recently, yes. I should say so," he paused. "Whom were you closest with, Jane?"

"Um…" her finger traced the mouth of the glass. "No one, really."

"No one."

"Nope." She looked at Loki, and she noticed a hint of doubt. "I told you…I am an orphan…and I only had one friend in the orphanage…and she went away."

"What was her name?"

"Darcy."

Loki nodded. "And your…lovers…? Is that an appropriate term?"

"There was Sam and Peter. That's about it…the other one I lost my virginity to, and it was more of a one-off…no big deal."

"No big deal?" he laughed. "I assure you, elf, those words will never be uttered in reference to our love making."

"You are confident, aren't you?" she looked crookedly at him.

"I have never experienced complaint."

"Maybe because you're…I dunno…a SORCERER and a PRINCE and they feared that you'd turn them into something or cut their head off or something."

His hand flew to his chest in mock surprise. "You doubt my veracity?"

"No…I merely think that there is a possibility that you overstate your…aptitude."

At this, he leaned quite close to her from across the table. His eyes peered at her. "Tread lightly, love, you have no idea what you are in for…" he breathed. And then he laughed and sat back.

Jane swallowed and nodded.

The music played, and they drank some more…not too much, mind…but a few more.

They had been laughing and talking, and Jane lost herself in the rhythm of the music being played. She felt heady and light…

She turned toward Loki.

He was staring steadily at her.

His gaze was intense, his eyes seemed to be peering right into her soul.

"Loki?"

He stood with purpose and he went to the other side of the table, pulled her chair out, and offered her his hand.

Jane took it a bit hesitantly…she stood…and then the blackness closed in….

Her intake of breath was deep.

She felt Loki's hand let go…

She opened her eyes…she was in his bedroom.

Jane swallowed. She felt all of her previous trepidation seep into her mind…

Jane turned…he was standing behind her…

"…and although she is uneasy at the prospect…I shall set her mind to rest…"

"Loki…?"

He went over to her, and placed his finger to her lips and shook his head.

"Morning's fair light cannot compare to the luster of her eyes…" and he placed his hands on either side of her face, and kissed her forehead softly, both of her cheeks, and then her lips, barely brushing them.

"Nor the most saccharine of delights can rival her lips…"

His hands traced down her side, eliciting a soft squeal deep in Jane's throat.

He took the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it from her, his gaze never leaving her eyes.

Jane swallowed.

His hands wrapped her sides in soft possession…."…and her skin, in its sea of supple charm, puts the most tender of terrains to shame…"

Her bra disappeared under his magic, and he laid her down on the bed.

He hovered over her…his fingers slowly tracing her torso, but his eyes fixed on Jane's. He found her breast, and Jane arched in response. He kissed her mouth softly…

And then he made his way down…

"…her corporeal self responds in delicate answer…" and he took her nipple in his mouth…Jane swallowed, and gasped…

And he left it…though his fingers still danced over them…

He caressed her stomach…and it twitched…and he lingered a bit over where her wound once was stamped in her skin…"Though her boldness is unyielding, her mind is keen, and I bend in awe of her fortitude…" and his lips traced the place of the bullet entry, and he kissed it tenderly.

At this, he sat up...his clothes suddenly gone.

He took her waist, and pulled her pants down, and they disappeared…he was still looking at her with such potency that Jane almost looked away.

His hands took hold of her hips, and he pulled her toward him…

His head dropped once more, and Jane closed her eyes…

He found her center, and his tongue danced along…kissing…siphoning her arousal…he lingered long…and Jane screamed in her orgasm…and when he emerged…he began once more…"…and such honey molten heat she does offer…"

He made his way back up her body…"…no other lustful sound do my ears long to hear…than her own cry for me…" and he once more hovered above her…he bent his head down to Jane's ear…"Say my name…" he whispered.

"Loki…" her voice quivered.

He parted her legs, and he entered her…and Jane's entire body quaked in response. Her hands grasped at his back...she felt powerless from his ministrations...

"Thus I am undone…" he reared up…placing his hands palm-down on the bed next to her…his head thrown back…"…and I only wish to complete it…" and he moved inside of her…"I cannot hope for any opiate other than her…" and he thrust again…"My entire body a pulse…" again…"an invocation of her name…" again… "my only thought…" again… "her name…" once more…"Jane…" he whispered…his head fell down…his long sable locks brushing her erect nipples…"Jane…" and he was silent…he filled her and cried.

His elbows bent and he found her face. He was smiling at her.

Jane brushed the hair away from his face.

"Jesus Christ, Loki," she managed.

He laughed. "Never…never doubt me, Jane."

"Um…no," and she laughed.

He fell next to her. "Well…was that to your liking?"

"I can't even begin…" she rubbed her face.

"And do you feel better about things?"

"Yes…but a bit guilty…I just laid there…"

He shifted and rested his head in his palm. "That, love…was all that I required of you…at present…"

"Oh."

"Do not fret, elf…I long to be at your disposal as well…" and he kissed her mouth passionately.

And the pair resumed their activities until the moons of Asgard burned their last light of night.