As Aylee fell to a certain death, strong arms embraced her. Terrified and longing for life, she clung to Loki, burying her head against his chest as they dropped.

Loki held her tight, using his body to shield her from harm. He knew they would eventually land and he would have to make sure that the mortal's frail body was surrounded by his strength.

As they impacted land, she fainted in his protective embrace.

Aylee woke a few minutes later, her mind cloudy, her heart still racing. Loki was studying the strange rocky terrain as if searching for a route.

"Jane!" Aylee cried out.

"Shh!" Loki warned, placing a finger to his lips. He squatted to her and hissed, "We fell into the lands of Vanagandr and the Fenrirs are worse than Frost Giants. Your sister is safe. Thor will not allow anything to happen to her. Forget them and worry about yourself. We have to make our way across this rugged terrain to a nexus portal on the other side of that mountain. From there we can safely travel to Asgard."

He jerked her up as if she were a rag doll. "Keep quiet and do not fall behind, or I will abandon you to the sharp teeth of a Fenrir. I do not bear Thor's bleeding heart and could care less whether you live or die!" He said with a threat layering his icy voice.

She glared at him, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"And do not start crying!"

Aylee looked as if he had physically slapped her. He instantly regretted his words. She could not help that she was a delicate, insignificant mortal. She obviously bore a fragile heart and he had just wounded it by her reflection.

Aylee was not as weak as she appeared. "I am not a baby!" She slashed back.

Loki chuckled sarcastically. "No, you are not." He said dryly, noticing the open gash in Aylee's shirt revealing the upper portion of her firm breast.

For hours, Loki led Aylee across the brutal landscape with the sun beaming down on them. The wind whipped and whirled causing both Loki's long locks and Aylee's waist length curls to become tangled and unruly.

More than once, Loki found himself glancing over his shoulder at Aylee. Her shapely hips swayed and her breast jiggled as she tried vehemently to keep up with his pace. She was too tempting for her own good.

"Be careful" Loki warned as she climbed behind him. One more rise and they would be half-way toward their destination. But the boulders were slippery and Aylee was not wearing all-purpose boots like Loki, she skid and found herself tottering down the stony slope.

"Damn you!" Loki scolded, gliding back down the slope to get her. With unintentional overbearing strength, he captured her wrist and flung her face forward toward a boulder. Loki managed to catch her before her face smacked the stone.

"Fucking feeble mortal!" he cursed her when he was really angry at himself for almost hurting her.

"Get your ass over here and go up in front of me so I can catch you if you fall again."

Aylee obeyed, bending to all fours and climbing up the slippery cliff.

Loki drew up close to her rear, his eyes feasting on her moon-shaped ass. He could see through her well-fitted khaki shorts that she wore thongs. Although Asgardian women did not have thongs to wear, he had seen them on earthly porn that he and Thor used to sneak around to read together as teenagers. His loins began to ache suddenly desperate to taste Aylee. Loki had never sampled an earth maiden, had never wanted to until now. He smiled mocking himself; he was thinking like Thor.

He shook his head scolding himself. No, his brother had fell in love with his mortal, and Loki only wanted to fuck his.

Aylee could not muster enough strength to pull herself over the top once at the rim. Loki grumbled something insulting and drew his body up behind her. He pressed his half-hard cock against her rear. There was no helping it. He had to be this close to help her.

He had played the role of the good hero for too long. Loki exhaled a deep breath contemplating folding Alyee over a boulder and ramming his pulsating shaft in between her tight ass cheeks.

Aylee was too breathless to even notice the change in Loki's demeanor or his hardness threatening her tiny rear.

Loki used one arm to ensnare her slender waist and the other as a grip to pull them both over the edge.

Loki rolled so that he could pull Aylee's body on top of his. Aylee's virginal flesh would have been gashed raw if she were to lie on the sharp rocks. Exhausted and naive, Aylee collapsed on top him.

Her flesh felt soft on him, teasing him, resulting his mind to wandering thoughts that he should not have. Loki bit his lip. She was too trusting, vulnerable. He could easily flip her over and bury himself inside her. It was a tempting thought, but he could tell that she was inexperienced and would fight him. And rape wasn't his cup of tea, although he had nothing against making a woman scream beneath his passionate wrath.

Before he done something that he might, but probably would not regret, he helped her up.

"A few more miles and we will stop for the night."

"The night? You mean we can't reach the transport until tomorrow?"

Loki shook his head as if scolding her for being ignorant.

Anger warmed her cheeks. "I apologize for not having god-like strength like you and for not being experienced enough with nature to calculate hiking distances!"

Loki only laughed at her anger which infuriated her even more. Jerking her by wrist, they continued their journey.

As night claimed the day, a haunting chill filled the land. Vanagandr's constantly furious wind only made the cold seemed colder. No longer able to see where they were walking, Loki found a small cavern for the night.

"Can we build a fire? I am freezing!" Aylee asked between chattering teeth.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Fenrirs can smell the smoke and see the light glowing from the cavern entrance."

Loki could barely make out Aylee's pouty face. The moon was only a quarter full allowing little light to shine in the cavern entrance. She wrapped her arms around her body, shivering. It was hard to hear her suffering.

Loki unfastened his cloak and summoned her. "Come to me. My body will keep you warm."

He had expected her to play the coy role. It surprised him when she crawled over to his side without hesitation. He reclined beside her, covering them with his cloak. She cuddled as close as she could get to him, soaking up his body heat.

He knew better, but wrapped his arm around her anyways. She laid her head against his chest.

They rested in silence for a time listening to the sound of the wind storm outside. Finally, she broke the silence with a faint, hesitant voice. "Thank you for saving me twice now. I wanted to say it after we landed, but you were so mad. I should have said it then, so I am saying it now. Thank you."

The sensual texture of her voice had agitated his groin all day, and now with her curvaceous body so close to his and whispering, he knew he could not withstand the torment much longer. He felt his manhood grow hard, throbbing to dip itself inside her warm core. This was twice now that she had hardened him. The first time she had been unaware, but this time she felt him and knew exactly what he wanted.

Loki could feel her heart pounding, and guessed that she was about to flee. She was just that type, and it was probably better for her if she did. The primitive urge tugging at his sanity was not in her best interest. He had never liked mortals and grew even less fond of them after New York, and then to find out that his own brother had given his heart to one had pushed him to the border. His unwanted attraction to Aylee shoved him over the edge. He was angry with her for being so damn attractive, and even angrier at himself for desiring her.

Aylee felt his rock-hard manhood trying to break free from its leather bonds. He was a villain, but he had risked his own life to save hers. She owed him. She needed him to understand the extent of her gratitude. She tilted her face into Loki's face, and whispered "You can." She could do this. He was after all a beautiful man, and to be with someone like Loki was a once in a lifetime adventure.

Her actions surprised him. He was sure that she had been frightened of him, and yet now she was granting him permission to consume her. His brother would have passed on her offer, even if he wanted her, any man in their right man would want her, but Thor would have passed because it was the gentlemen thing to do. But Loki was no gentlemen.

Without hesitation, he slid her shorts down taking her thongs with them, freeing himself as he straddled her. Aylee could barely see him looming over her. He had remained completely silent until he spat on his cock. He wrapped his hand over her mouth cutting off her cry as he plunged into her core with merciless strength.

Aylee continued to whimper as he pumped himself in and out of her. Keeping his hand over her mouth, he paused, and lowered his lips to her ear, "Take it." All the while knowing that little Aylee would not be able to handle him, but that was her problem. She should not have spread her legs for him. Now that she had, she would finish what she started.

Thrusting with uninterrupted rhythmic impalements, he was forced to grit his teeth to keep from moaning. Sweat accumulated despite the cold, dripping down from him on to a writhing Alyee. Her tunnel was dreamy tight, her intimate muscles fighting vehemently against his size, but in the end, he would prevail. Once inside there was stopping him.

He did not kiss her. There was no tenderness in his touch. Aylee had not expected any. His sexual demeanor was just as hard as his personality. This she had expected. He pounded her delicate insides with hard-driving hips as if bent on conquering her. With each thrust, he knocked the air from her lungs. She struggled to breathe with his hand clasped over her mouth. She knew he was trying to keep her quiet from the Fenrir. She felt as if her insides had been lacerated, and she was pretty sure he had ripped her during entry. Still, she kept her legs spread allowing him to devour her.

Aylee did not think the man could drill any deeper or harder than he was already doing until she felt him swell to full extent. She could feel his pulsating shaft just beneath her belly. Just as he was preparing to climax, he enraptured as if his mind wavered into a realm of carnal ecstasy. His final thrusts were blows that caused her to sob out in anguish.

Loki extravasated, filling her with his searing creamy seed. Slowly, he continued to thrust his hips, expelling every drop.

Now completely dry, he dropped to her side.

The icy air now forgotten, Aylee rolled to her side still whimpering from his brutal climax. Loki smiled perversely, collecting her back into his arms. "Shh" he whispered. "I am a god. How did you think it would be?" He said as if she should have known better than to give herself to him.

Aylee grew quiet. She already looked like a sapling in his eyes. She was not about to complain that a little rough sex had hurt her. She listened to his breathing grow tranquil with his nectar slowly seeping from her burning threshold. An odd sensation swept over her. Loki had murdered probably hundreds. He was a grizzled warrior; he had proven himself today before her eyes when he killed the Frost Giants. She should be terrified of him, but yet she felt safe with him. She drifted to sleep in his arms protectively comforting her. As long as she was beside him, no harm would fall to her.