Author's Note: Hello again, I have returned. I apologize for such a long wait on this update, but my health has been on the decline until recently. However, hopefully everything will be better from now on. I wanted to thank everyone who has continued to read my story, I truly appreciate it.

Chapter 15: Temptation

Jeanne was burning a hole into her food as she tried to think of how to go about the evening. She had initially thought of greeting Loki in a friendly manner, as to not give away anything. That went flying out the window with Loki essentially revealing the "intimate" nature of their connection. Now, she sat at the dinner table while everyone made small talk, getting their own plates ready. A very smug Loki sat to her right, Jeanne knowing he was already thinking of ways to tease her.

Meanwhile, Thor, who sat across from them, was looking at the pair with an inquisitive expression. His bright blue eyes were brimming with questions. Jane chuckled amused at Thor's reaction. Though she too was intrigued by the interaction between her boyfriend's brother and the mysterious young woman before them. Jeanne took a large gulp of water to sooth her suddenly parched throat, trying to ignore the gazes locked on her. It was gonna be a loooong evening.

"All right, I think everyone has gotten their portions," Miriam announced. "Dig in! I hope you like it. Andrew and I did our very best."

"Hmm, ma'am, these are the best biscuits I've ever had!" Steve proclaimed as he grabbed more from the basket set on the table.

"Cap's right," Tony agreed. "Not even my own chefs can make biscuits this soft and airy. What's your secret?"

"Family recipe," Miriam smiled proudly. "Can't share it with just anyone, Mr. Stark."

"You sure I can't make you a deal? I am pretty rich."

"Oh, I can assure you, Mr. Stark," Miriam argued with a honey-like tone, "money is not a problem for our family."

"Hmm, I got that from the look of the place," Tony added as he enjoyed his meal. "This is quite the abode you got here. How many acres you got?"

Jeanne sipped her soup quietly as she and Andrew shared a knowing look.

"Oh, I don't know," Miriam sighed playfully, turning to her husband. "What was it, hun? You're the one that inherited the land."

Jerry hummed to himself as he recalled the details, "Let's see. When my family first got the territory, it was a good amount. Last time I checked, it was…60,000 acres or so."

Tony did a spit take as he was drinking his water. Clint coughed loudly, hitting the table as food lodged in his throat. There was a clatter of utensils as silence fell across the table. Jeanne could feel Loki's glance baring down on her as she looked to the side. She felt his hand snake along her waist, flinching involuntarily.

She slowly faced him, offering the most innocent smile she could muster, "Yes?"

"Jeanne, you are just full of surprises," he mused, thoroughly entertained by her reaction.

"What? Is that really as big of a surprise for you and your brother? You guys are from Asgard. Surely owning large amounts of land can't be too big of a deal."

"Yes, Lady Jeanne, it is not surprising," Thor answered, "for those of high standing and wealth. Even in Asgard, to own such lush land is envious. If I may ask, does your ownership extend to the town we are currently being accommodated in?"

Jeanne's eyes widen as the realization hit her, "Wait a minute…Al, Gramps, Grams…does the Slade family own Asylo?"

"Oh, sweetie, you called us your grandparents without a problem that time!" Miriam exclaimed joyously.

"Grams! Answer the question!" Jeanne fumed.

Before any of the Slades could answer, Zachariah's booming voice replied, "But of course they do! The Slades are the ones who founded the town in the first place! Don't tell me they didn't share that important fact with you, Jeanne?"

"No, no they didn't!" Jeanne frowned as she stood in her anger. "Why didn't you guys tell me something so big?"

"Oh honey," Miriam started, holding her arms up towards the young woman. "We just didn't think of it. It's always been such a common fact for all our lives, it never dawned on us to tell you."

"Yes," Jerry said with an apologetic expression. "We meant no harm in it. But we are sorry, Jeanne."

"Yeah, we're really sorry!" Albert sputtered frantically.

As she took in their sincere apologies, Jeanne sighed deeply. She sat back down, not noticing how Loki had kept his hand on her back.

"Looks like you're not the only one being surprised," she exhaled mirthfully.

"I suppose not," Loki smirked.

"All right then, I'm good now," Jeanne said, taking a sip of her water.

After a few moments, Tony pipped up, "Okay, if no one is gonna say anything about it, I am. What's the deal with Cherry Blossom and Phantom of the Opera? You two are pretty chummy for having just met."

Jeanne's face flared up, her hands to her face per usual.

"Oh that," Carmen interjected. "It is a rather unusual case. I believe it is up to Jeanne and Loki to share at their discretion."

Jeanne looked at Loki, who smiled comfortingly at her. His hand moved from her back to take a hold of hers. The squeeze he gave her assured her of what she needed to do.

"Okay," she took a deep breath, "the thing is…"

And so, as everyone ate quietly, Jeanne and Loki explained the bond the two shared: how they had known of each other for years (Jeanne omitting her knowledge of the world's events); the way they were able to see each other in their dreams; the strange castle that appeared to them; as well as Jeanne giving some information on her transmigration. At the end of it, the table remained quiet as they took in what was told.

"So, this 'connection'," Jane started, her mind trying to make sense of it, "it didn't activate until Jeanne came to our world?"

"Yes," Loki nodded. "Before then, we only received glimpses of one another in our dreams, but not in the same manner we do now."

"And this hasn't happened to other Travelers before?" Bruce asked as Miriam and Albert cleared up the table.

"Not that we're aware of," Carmen replied. "I've gone through our records, and not once is there a mention of something like this happening. However, bear in mind, there may have been Travelers we never encountered who could have also experienced such a bond before with someone of this universe."

Loki's mind instantly thought back to those who had died not long after arriving in this world. Had Jeanne not been so fortunate to come across the Slades, she too could have…NO! He brushed the troubling thoughts away. She was safe now. That's what mattered.

"So, Ms. Pink, what else can you tell us about yourself?" Tony inquired as he took the coffee Miriam offered him.

She and Albert were now providing everyone with dessert.

Jeanne sniggered at the nickname, happy to be able to hear his sass in person, "Not much more to say, Mr. Stark. I lived a pretty normal life. Nothing extraordinary to share. Unlike this world, my own didn't have such advanced technology or gods or magic."

"Sounds pretty peaceful," Rhodey commented.

"You would think so," Jeanne ran her thumb across the rim of her cup. "But humans, no matter what universe, will always be the same. Greedy, ignorant, cruel. Even though my world didn't have use of technology like what Mr. Stark makes or magic like Thor and Loki, to be honest…I think my world is the worst for it."

She drank her coffee before setting it back down, the others listening intently. Loki kept hold of her hand as she continued.

"The United States I lived in was going through some tough times. The government was starting to take away, or trying to anyway, rights from the people. Like what they can do with their own bodies. They were trying to take laws that protected people while still not doing anything about the big issues. Before I came here, there was an incident."

Her eyes began to get watery as she remembered.

"Shootings had been getting worse. And the latest one…a man shot his grandmother…before heading to an elementary school and…"

She fought to hold back the tears. Steve already didn't like where this was going as he looked at her with sympathy.

"…the man had an automatic rifle. He was able to get into a classroom full of kids and…it wasn't something that should have ever happened in the first place."

They knew what she meant. It was a hard pill to swallow.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, Miriam handing her a box of tissues. "I didn't mean to dim the mood."

"It's alright," Steve said. "I guess no matter where you are, there's always going to be problems."

"Yes, sister," Thor grinned proudly. "Thank you for sharing with us."

Jeanne felt the burning return.

"Sister, huh?" Natasha smirked, Clint and Sam chuckling among themselves. "Guess you two are more serious than we thought."

"Oh, um, uh," Jeanne stuttered.

She turned to Loki who nodded at her, "Yes, we are most certainly rather close."

Jeanne covered her mouth as somehow, Loki had managed to untuck part of her shirt without her noticing and now ran his index finger along the bare skin.

"LOKI!" she squealed flustered.

He merely kept wearing the same smug smile, "Yes, darling?"

"You are…unbelievable!"

"I am well aware."

"Oh, get a room, you two," Tony rolled his eyes.

Jeanne lost her voice as Loki's grin grew bigger, "What an excellent idea, Stark. After all, Jeanne and I do have some things to discuss. In private."

"Jeanne, are you okay?" Natasha tried not to snigger at the young woman whose face now resembled a cherry.

"I, uh, need a minute," Jeanne managed to say, getting up and making her way down the hall. "I need some air."

As soon as the front door closed, all eyes fell on Loki. Who nonchalantly drank his coffee.

"Not all at once now," he said.

"Brother, are you not going to follow her?" Thor wondered, puzzled as to why after how touchy Loki had been that the trickster remained at the table.

"I think I teased Jeanne enough for the evening," Loki said, though the slight smirk on his face argued to the contrary.

After everyone gathered their thoughts, the conversation steered to questions to the Slades, as well as Zachariah and Carmen. Miriam whispered to Jerry that perhaps it was good Jeanne had left, as having so much to answer would worsen her anxiety. In the meantime, Jeanne sat under a large oak tree close to the house. Her frantic heart finally calmed down. She knew Loki would mess with her. But when his finger slid up and down along her skin…

"Oh lord!" she clasped her hands to her chest. "And I thought his touch in the dreams was something else."

"Was it now?"

Jeanne jumped as Loki's voice startled her. He had retreated from the talk inside, mainly due to having known pretty much everything that was talked about thanks to Jeanne. He was now making his way to her, a swagger to his step. He was really enjoying himself at her expense.

"I seriously need to put a bell on you," Jeanne exhaled as she stood up.

"Hmm, like a collar?" Loki crooned, leaning toward her with one hand on the tree. "Sounds absolutely indecent. I like it."

Jeanne couldn't control the shivers that ran through her body as his voice grew husky. She needed to keep her composure. She couldn't let her mind wander to how much she wanted him. How much she desired for him to touch her.

"Loki?" she couldn't help gazing at his lips.

"Hmm," he merely hummed.

As she decided to keep Loki at arm's length, the image of her accident emerged in her mind. For most of her life, Jeanne had always been cautious. She had kept her distance in case she needed to draw away from those who would harm her. Only very few had been allowed into her heart. Yet, in that moment when she had laid between life and death, she remembered how she had regretted not living her life to the fullest. Not making more friends with people who genuinely wanted to be her friend; not pursuing her interests, like learning to play the violin; but especially, not dating, not exploring the possibility of love, along with the…pleasures that accompanied it.

"Screw it," Jeanne suddenly grabbed Loki by his shirt to pull him down.

He was about to ask her what was wrong when their lips made contact. It took him a split second to realize what was going on. He instantly took charge, pushing Jeanne against the tree as his free hand gripped her waist. Loki pulled Jeanne up, holding her in place with his body. His knee went between her legs and Jeanne couldn't help moaning in pleasure. Loki pulled back, taking the sight before him. He felt the rush of desire fill him as he saw the unhidden lust in Jeanne's eyes.

"Loki," she kept a firm grasp on his shirt, her voice dipped in the promise of something exciting, "who told you to stop?"

It shocked Jeanne how entranced she was by Loki. How wanton. How aroused. It had been a while since she'd had her desires fulfilled. She hadn't thought of her physical needs in that manner since arriving to Asylo. Mainly due to the trauma of what had happened. It was the last thing on her mind as she focused on healing and adapting to her new world. But now, being the arms of the most gorgeous man she had ever met, one who had inspired many a fantasy…it was like a fire was lit inside her. One that needed feeding.

"Ástvinur," Loki panted, his breath tickling her ear. "I want nothing more than to ravage you."

Jeanne whimpered as his hands traced her waist.

"I want to touch you, taste every part of you."

She was breathing heavily, her own hand wandering south of Loki's body, "Then why don't you?"

"Are you sure?" Loki asked concerned, moving off her. "I know I tease. I can hardly keep my hands off you. But, Jeanne, I don't want to rush you into anything you do not want."

Her hand froze on his belt. She looked deep into his eyes. They were reaching out to her in earnest. Needing her assurance.

"Loki," Jeanne placed her other hand over his heart. "It makes me very happy that you're taking my thoughts into consideration. Not many, especially Earth men, would be so considerate."

"Good thing I'm not from Earth then," he winked at her.

Jeanne giggled softly, "Anyway, listen to me. Loki, I have not been very sure of many things in my life thus far. However, one thing I am 100% sure of at this moment…is how much I want you."

His expression lit up as hope rose within him.

"I won't deny I'm not scared," Jeanne continued. "I'm terrified, actually. I've never thought of letting anyone into my heart in the manner I have you."

"Jeanne," Loki caressed her cheek. "You have no idea how honored, and humbled, I am by your words. Truthfully, I do not deserve one so sweet."

She closed her eyes as she held his hand to her face, drawing it closer to kiss his palm.

"I think I warned you before, didn't I?" Jeanne opened her eyes with a devious gleam in them. "I am not all that I appear."

"Oh yes, I remember," Loki drew her to him by his now tight arm around her. "And for your information, my dear…"

Their lips barely touched as his voice lower in octave.

"I wanted to rip your clothes off and have you at that very moment, hard…rough…with you screaming my name for everyone to hear."

Jeanne's heart drummed insanely, her legs going weak at his words. This man, this god…she wanted everything he promised.

"You really are going to ruin me for any other man, human or not," she gave him a soft peck, "aren't you, my prince?"

Loki crashed his lips to hers, Jeanne groaning. This allowed him to part her mouth, their tongues mingling wildly. Loki moved her quickly behind the tree from the sight of the house. Despite his earlier declaration, he did not want anyone else to see such a sensual moment between himself and Jeanne.

"Hmm, Loki!" she gasped as his hand wormed its way underneath her skirt, squeezing her butt firmly. "LOKI!"

She started to grind against him. Loki let out a guttural moan. Fuck. How many times had Jeanne dreamt of a moment like this? How many times had she read fanfiction about him, imagining him doing whatever he wanted to her? And now, it was really happening. As Loki began to unbutton her blouse collar with his free hand, Jeanne couldn't help the nervous thoughts that ran through her mind. Was she ready for this? Was she really going to have sex with the Prince Loki, God of Mischief? She couldn't deny her insane attraction to him. From the dreams they shared, it was obvious there was a reason they were drawn to one another. But even with what Loki had said, Jeanne couldn't help feeling…inadequate.

She didn't know how, but she was able to find enough willpower to put her hands on his chest to stop him, "Loki?"

It was like her voice was the only thing he could hear. He immediately halted his actions. He saw the uncertainty she wore.

"Ástvinur?" he became overwhelmed with shame. "Did I overstep? Jeanne, I am so-"

"No, no, it's not that," she responded swiftly, waving her hands. "I just felt…I don't know. How can I describe it?"

She fiddled with her hair, her eyes to the ground.

"Loki, my silly, trickster prince," he offered her a small smile as she continued. "I just felt…unworthy."

His eyes widen. How could she think that? She was everything he ever wanted! How could she not see that? Had his recent actions not proven that? However, he kept quiet as she spoke.

"Loki, you have to understand. Up until a couple of months ago, I assumed I was nothing more than a normal girl. I didn't think any of this was real."

She gestured to the area around them.

"I mean, how could I? It was all fiction to me, including you. Even if I did think it was real somehow, I told myself there was no way someone like you would be interested in someone like me. You're a master of magic. A prince. A literal god, for goodness' sake!"

Jeanne fought the tears that started to sting her eyes, treading a few steps away from him.

"I've never thought of myself as pretty," she explained, Loki remaining silent as he watched her. "I never thought I was particularly smart or clever. I didn't think people would want to be friends with some Mexican girl who didn't know any English. My bullies made sure to remind me of that. Even when I learned the language, when I applied myself, I still didn't feel good enough…for anyone."

At once, a powerful rage rose inside Loki. If he had been able to, he would found these "bullies" and made them pay for how they had treated his sweet Jeanne. How dare they hurt her so viciously to tear down her self-worth?

"Anyway," her voice snapped him out of his anger. "It's been like that for a really long time. My self-esteem has improved over the years. Therapy can do wonders, especially when you find a therapist you can click with. Still, I know you mean everything you say and do, Loki. I don't doubt any of it for a second. I just can't help feeling like you could do so much better than me. Some other powerful woman or man to be by your side, someone of noble blood who knows how to handle themselves. Not some…broken mortal girl."

Without missing a beat, Loki strolled to Jeanne, embracing her lithely, "Jeanne, please know, if anyone knows what it is like to feel unworthy, it is I. I lived in my brother's shadow for so long. I hoped one day my efforts would be recognized by who I now know as someone who was the wrong person I should have looked to for approval."

One name came to Jeanne's mind: Odin. Every time she heard that name it made her dislike the Allfather more. Loki pulled back to stare into her eyes, her distain for the old king left on the backburner. He guided her back to the tree where he sat, pulling Jeanne onto his lap.

"I was so foolish," Loki grimaced as he remembered how hard he had tried to make his so-called father proud. "I wasted so much time trying to be something I was not. But know this: I have lived for many, many years. And in that time, I have had other…paramours."

Jeanne giggled at how Loki hesitated to finish his sentence, "It's okay. Go on."

"Right," Loki nodded as he tried to keep himself from blushing. "I won't deny I did not explore the different avenues of physical pleasure. Especially once I came of age."

"Ah, sowing your seeds, as it were?" Jeanne commented with a quirked eyebrow.

Loki heaved an embarrassed sigh, "In a manner. My parents did not want for either Thor or I to conceive any illegitimate children out of wedlock. Mother's worry was the fact that neither of us were ready for the responsibility of raising a child. Father-"

"To not tarnish the royal family name," Jeanne completed for him.

"Exactly," Loki cringed. "So, mother found ways for Thor and me to be careful. Asgard did not have the benefit of the modern contraceptives back then that Midgard now has. For me, mother taught me magic that could keep me infertile until I removed the spell myself. Only I can remove it and it cannot be forced without my full conscious consent. For Thor, mother placed the same magic on him herself. Seeing as how he did not quite have the same affinity to the magical arts as mother and myself."

"Well that's handy," Jeanne said, realizing something in what he told her. "Wait, you mentioned something about your 'full conscious consent'. Did someone try to remove it while you were unconscious?!"

"Unfortunately," he ran a hand through his hair. "Mother was relieved the magic had protected me. And she was equally angered someone had tried to take advantage of one of her sons. She was even more furious when it was found out the same thing had happened to Thor. On the same night, no less!"

"What the actual hell?" Jeanne yelled disgusted. "So there were people who planned to get pregnant by the two of you for what? A chance at the throne?"

"Precisely," Loki said as he rubbed her back to quell her justified outburst. "Seeing as Thor is the first-born, the plan was for this woman to come with his child in order to be queen once he ascended the throne. As for myself, the other woman would also rise in status and power by birthing the child of the second prince. They colluded with other nobles who wanted a chance to rule over Asgard once Odin stepped down. However, they underestimated mother."

"Oh, this sounds like it's going to be good," Jeanne cooed in delight. "I can only imagine how terrified they were when Queen Frigga went on the warpath."

Loki chuckled heartily as the memory played in his head, "Oh yes, mother reminded them why she was Queen of Asgard. Thor and I were very amused by the results."

Jeanne tucked his hair behind his ear caringly, "It sounds like you are very close."

"Hmm, were close," Loki corrected her, his face revealing a sadness he normally hid as he stared into the distance. "Of course, I have no one to blame but myself. I made my own bed, as your people say. Now I must lay in it."

"Loki," Jeanne gently turned his head to her. "Yes, you did make mistakes. They were justified, but others were hurt regardless. That being said, you told me you were trying to be better. That alone says so much more than you realize. And from what I saw of Thor, I can tell that his love for you is still there, strong as ever."

"Oh, sister, you are so kind!" the couple was startled at Thor's voice.

They turned to see him standing a few feet from them.

"How long have you been there?" Loki sneered perturbed.

"Only up to the point where you told Lady Jeanne about our incident with those mad cousins," Thor beamed brightly. "That certainly was a sobering moment to be more careful of who we courted, was it not, brother?"

"Very much so," Loki huffed.

"Well, I can see you definitely took that lesson to heart," Thor was smiling from ear to ear. "Lady Jeanne is a fine woman. I daresay, had I not met Jane, I might have courted her myself."

Instantly, Loki pulled Jeanne closer to her, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, brother, had the situation been the same, I would have stepped back. I can see how dear Lady Jeanne is to you. I may be rather…foolish, at times, but I would never come between you and your Ástvinur. I wouldn't dream of it."

Loki relaxed his grip, letting Jeanne sit upright again.

"Thank you, I suppose," Loki said reluctantly.

Jeanne felt her heart warm as she saw the beginnings of healing between the brothers, "Thor, are the others still interrogating my family in there?"

"We stopped for a 'recess' as Stark called it," Thor explained, suddenly not looking directly at Jeanne. "I wanted to make sure my brother didn't whisk you away. He is here under strict conditions he must follow, after all."

"Trust me, brother," Loki smirking cockily. "Jeanne would not mind being whisked away, would you, darling?"

Before she could answer, Thor interrupted, "Well, I hope she will be in a more decent situation. Milady, you may want to cover up."

"Huh?" Jeanne was confused as to what he meant.

Until a breeze blew, and she felt a chill. She looked down to see her blouse had been unbuttoned, the white lace bra bare for all to see.

"LOKI!" she shrieked, stumbling off his lap while she tried to button up.

How had he done so without her noticing? It was no wonder Loki kept her so close to him once Thor came around.

"Thor, you would do well to erase that image of Jeanne out of your mind or I will," Loki threatened, his tone venomous.

"Already done, brother!" Thor chirped as he started to head back to the house. "I will see you inside later."

Loki scowled as he watched the God of Thunder stride away. What an oaf! But that oaf was his brother, and Thor did have his moments. At least it had been Thor and not anyone else who had seen Jeanne like that. If anything, Loki knew Thor was a true gentleman who treated women with respect. Had it been anyone else, like Tony…the situation may have gotten ugly. As he watched Thor go inside, Loki turned to Jeanne who was still trying to button her blouse up. He noticed from where they stood, the large tree completely blocked them from view. An evil smile spread along his lips as the thought danced into his head. Loki walked up behind her without her noticing.

Jeanne was taken aback when she was wrapped up in his embrace, being dragged back directly behind the tree, "Loki? What are you doing?"

"You know," he spoke lowly as he kissed her neck, "exactly what I'm doing. Thor had ruined such a beautiful sight. I am rectifying it."

"Lo-Loki," she tried to protest, but his lips on her skin rendered her helpless.

He continued to kiss her neck, his hands unbuttoning her blouse again. Once her chest was exposed, Loki's hands took a hold of her breasts and squeezed.

"HA!" Jeanne was completely at his mercy.

"Do you want me to stop?" Loki whispered into her ear.

"No," she managed to say. "More. I want more."

"Then," he pulled down her bra, starting to play with her nipples, "I'll give you whatever you desire."

"Loki!" she gasped, latching onto his forearms. "Don't stop! Just like that!"

She could feel him smile against her neck. As Loki continued to tease her breasts, Jeanne could feel herself grow more aroused, the wetness between her legs hard to ignore. What could not be ignored at all was the hardness poking her from behind. She shivered as it dawned on her just how well-endowed Loki was. And yet, she couldn't wait to feel him deep inside her.

"I love your bosom," Loki uttered looking down. "Each breast fits so perfectly in my hands and they're so soft. You really were made for me, weren't you, pet?"

Jeanne just whimpered as he kneaded her breasts. Glancing back at the house, Jeanne gathered whatever sense of decency she could to speak.

"Loki…not here! Please! I…I want…to go…somewhere else."

"Where, pet?" he started to nibble at the base of her neck.

"A room," she could barely say. "With a locked door. And a big bed. And walls…that are soundproof."

"Hmm, that is very specific," Loki joked, seeing the red mark he left on her shoulder.

"I know I'll be very loud," she breathed out, her face crimson. "But more than that, I don't want anyone else to hear me when we…are together."

He stopped as she continued.

"Loki, maybe it's silly, but I want you to be the only one to see me like this, to hear the sounds I'll make when we…"

She couldn't finish her sentence from the sheer embarrassment.

"Ástvinur," Loki traced his finger under her chin to look up at him. "I would never want our first time to be something less than perfect for you."

"Thank you," she gave him a sweet peck.

"Perhaps I did rush this," Loki admitted, letting his hand trail down her body. "However…"

Jeanne covered her mouth as his hand went inside her skirt, moving past her stockings and panties to touch that particular spot.

"Oh, Ástvinur," he shuttered huskily. "You are drenched. Is that for me? Did I make you this way?"

"Yes," Jeanne's muffled response came, her head falling onto his chest. "Loki, that feels too good."

"Then this," she trembled as he inserted his finger inside her, "will feel immensely heavenly."

He started to move his finger, Jeanne grabbing onto his sides, trying not to make a sound. Even though they were a good distance from the house, she knew everyone would hear her. As Loki continued to thrust his finger in and out of her, Jeanne could sense the sounds desperately wanting to come out. Despite that, she started to rock her hips against his hand.

"AH!" she let out, Loki having added another finger.

"You're so nice and tight," he purred seductively. "I can't wait to be inside you, have you wail my name over and over, all night long."

He grabbed one of her nipples with his other hand, starting to pinch it. Jeanne was an absolute quivering mess. And she felt even better when Loki added a third finger, using his thumb to rub her clit. It was coming, she could feel it.

"That's it, pet, let it happen," Loki said as he pumped his fingers even faster. "Let me see you come undone."

"HMM!" somehow Jeanne managed to keep her mouth shut as the strongest orgasm she had ever felt crashed through her.

Loki kept pumping through her climax until she went limp in his arms. Pulling his hand out of her underwear, he licked his fingers and hummed in delight.

"You are absolutely delicious, Ástvinur."

"Loki," Jeanne panted, watching him lick her juices from his hand.

God, that was so erotic! Catching her breath, Jeanne could still feel his hardness against her. Suddenly, she was overcome with need. Before Loki knew what she was doing, Jeanne turned around and knelt in front of him.

"Jeanne, what are you…" he didn't finish as she quickly undid his pants and pulled out his manhood, her eyes widening at his impressive size.

"My turn," she grinned deviously.

Loki's words were cut off as Jeanne started to lick his tip. He leaned against the tree, his hands on her head. She licked from the base of his cock all the way up, Loki groaning at her ministrations.

"Do you like it?" Jeanne asked shyly, stroking him.

"Yes, so much. Oh, Jeanne, you feel divine."

His words encouraged her as she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Loki was breathing erratically. Her mouth was so warm, and her tongue was doing things to him he couldn't describe at the moment. When she started to play with his balls, Loki knew he was close. It had been quite a while for Loki as well since he had last satisfied his carnal urges. Watching Jeanne take him with her mouth so nicely turned him on even more so. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, Loki grunting as she twirled her tongue around his cock. He started moving his hips, Jeanne bopping her head back and forth. She wanted it, she wanted all of it.

"Jeanne, I'm-," Loki moaned.

But she didn't stop. She kept going until Loki released his seed into her welcoming mouth with a strained growl. She gulped it all down, not wanting any of it to go to waste. She finally let him go with a wet pop. A bit of cum was on her chin. She swiped it slowly with her finger and licked it clean while locking eyes with Loki.

"Hmm, you're pretty tasty yourself," she said with bedroom eyes.

"Jeanne," Loki started while trying to compose himself. "You are…perfection."

He helped her to her feet, nuzzling her face.

"So, about rushing it," Jeanne jeered.

"In my defense, pet, you are too tempting. And secondly, I wanted to give you some pleasure before parting ways for the night. I could tell you have been very frustrated, sexually. If I could not have you completely, I could at least give you a preview of my skills."

"And what a preview it was!" she laughed, completely satisfied, her hand caressing the back of his neck. "Thank you, my prince. That was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had."

Loki glowed with pride at her proclamation. Jeanne rolled her eyes. She may have given him an unnecessary ego boost, but oh well.

"And may I say, darling, you are quite skilled yourself," Loki brought up. "That tongue of yours is delightfully wicked!"

"Just a preview," she winked at him, stepping back to straightened herself up.

If only they had more time, and privacy. He didn't want their first time to be outside against a tree where just anyone could walk in on them. Thor being a clear example of that. Loki wanted it to be perfect for Jeanne, she deserved it. He would need to plan something out, but who could he ask for that? Much to his dismay, there wasn't much he could do on Earth considering his previous venture there. People had not forgotten what he had done in New York. However, it seemed no one held any clear animosity towards him in Asylo. At least not outright visibly. Perhaps he could ask Carmen? She seemed eager to assist him and Jeanne.

As he decided he would approach Carmen on the matter, Jeanne finished pulling herself together, though she blushed as she took a step, "Oh boy, this isn't good."

"What is it, Ástvinur?"

"Um, it's just," she was practically a tomato as she glanced at him, "I have a bit of a mess..."

She gestured below her waist.

Loki quirked his eyebrow, "Oh? I wonder why."

"It's not funny," she frowned. "I don't want anyone to know what we were doing out here. They can think they know what happened, but they don't need actual confirmation like this!"

"My apologies, Ástvinur," Loki chuckled as he approached her, waving his hand over her.

A shimmer of green light coursed through her, leaving Jeanne with a tingling sensation.

"Whoa! Was that magic?"

Loki nodded with a proud smile. Jeanne took a step and felt perfectly fine. All nice and clean.

"Wow, now that is convenient," she said excitedly. "I definitely want to learn to do that."

"I would be honored to teach you, darling," Loki bowed gracefully.

"Really?" Jeanne's eyes glittered with anticipation. "And how can you do magic? I thought those runes were supposed to keep you non-magic."

"It would be a pleasure to teach you, Ástvinur," Loki stood tall, gliding the back of his hand along her cheek. "And the runes keep the majority of my power in check. I can still do simple magic, completely harmless tricks."

"Thank you," Jeanne stood on her toe to give him a chaste kiss before taking his hand. "Come on, time for us to rejoin the group."

Loki groaned exasperated, allowing Jeanne to guide him back to the house. Jeanne laughed under her breath at his reaction. As they entered the house, Thor was in the middle of retelling one of his many adventures to the group. From afar, the little blue ember watched them. Once the front door was closed, it flew back to its kin. They were gathered by a babbling brook around the cloaked stranger. He was holding a pan in the water, raising it up as he swirled the water to wash off the extra dirt. Once the water had cleaned it off, there remained small stones of brilliant, glowing blue.

"Hmm, that's more than usual," he said to himself. "Oh, you're back! How did the scouting go?"

The ember warbled to him as it relayed what it knew.

"So, they're close to consummating their bond," the stranger surmised, looking back at the stones. "I don't want to rush it, but their bond needs to be solidified before another attack. The barrier can hold out pretty well, but once Blackheart finds out Jeanne is here…he'd burn heaven itself just to get to her."

The wisp warbled frantically, waving its little arms up and down.

"I know, I know," the stranger assured it. "But we can't play it safe anymore. We've tried it before and look at how that ended. Jeanne and Loki need to complete their bond. It's the only way we'll have a chance at stopping Blackheart and his pals from getting what they want. Which is why-"

He strode over to the small setup he had close by, a wooden table with flasks of different shapes and sizes, their contents of varying colors. He took the stones he'd cleaned and placed them into a grinder. He clicked it on, and it broke down the stones into a soft powder. It filled the adjacent vial, which he took once it was done. He put it up to his hidden face, examining his work.

"-this will lead to our success," he said as the wisps looked on. "With this, not only will their bond be fully formed, but it will also lead to some rather interesting side effects."

The wisps all cried out in a panic.

The stranger tried to calm them down, "Hold your horses! Wait! It's nothing bad. The pair will be fine. Trust me, it will all be positive. However, when you dose them, make sure you lead them away from anyone else. One of the side effects is that it can act as a very strong aphrodisiac. I'm glad Loki has that infertility spell on him. Otherwise, we'd also have a little one to protect in nine months' time."

The wisps cooed as they understood their assignment.

"We'll have to wait till after their conference," the stranger's gaze wandered in the direction of the Slades' home. "Once that's done, we can make ourselves known bit by bit. Until then, continue to watch over our girl. She and her friends will need all the help they can get for the battles to come."

As Jeanne burst into a fit of laughter while listening to Thor's tales, Loki holding her closely, the stranger grimaced as he sensed the dark energy only one like Blackheart could emanate. He was on Earth and was starting to make big moves. The stranger looked down at the vial in his hand, praying that they stood a chance.