Loki's cruel desires

by Mon-Kishu

"There will always be room for a child. What other use would a woman be if not for child bearing?" the god remarked. - "You're sick and old-fashioned!" Sif felt desperation rising inside her. She grabbed for one of the paper weights that resembled a dagger and rammed it into her...

5. Chapter 4: How to hurt him

Loki's cruel desires

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This chap is sliding very close at the borders to rated MA,

but I tried to keep it down. Think it's too much?

Tell me before reporting the story, thx ^^

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Chapter 4: How to hurt him

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Sif had found the secret path into the library, Loki had used as a young boy. Her frostgiant guards still assumed she was safe inside her room. But right now, she had to look some things up. If she couldn't get rid of this child soon enough, there would be no other chance than to carry it to term. There must be a spell existing, a mixture that could help her loosing it and also prevent her from another pregnancy in the near future.

"What are you doing here?" Surely enough, Loki was there, curious as to what the woman was up to.

Sif was caught in the act. She tried to find a way of talking herself out. "I wanted to research about frostgiants. It could only be helpful..."

"Why not just ask me?" Loki smirked. "Who better than an actual Frost Giant?"

"I needed something to do." She found the perfect answer. "And your father paid me a visit. I couldn't stay there anymore, always afraid he would come back."

"What questions do you have for me?" Loki wondered. "Allow for me to help you..."

"I..." she looked at the book she was still holding in hand and shut it quickly. "Laufey said that the child would take me over. I wanted to see if that could be prevented."

Loki shook his head. "I'm afraid not. That is something that no one can prevent."

"And what about the cold? He said that you would bring me to the coldest place in all the nine realms to keep me -alive-!" she shot at him and was about to throw the book into his smirking face.

"My child needs the cold to survive," Loki explained. "My blood flows through its veins."

"But it is nourished by my body. And I am not very fond of freezing my ass of somewhere." she spat at him, walking the few steps to get close to hit.

"But as a Frost Giant, my bloodline is stronger and more likely to be passed along," he simply explained.

Sif looked him deep into the eyes as she spoke. "And what about the size? How does the pregnancy of a frostgiantess work, when does it finish? They are much bigger than I am."

"The time span is the same. The size, though, is much bigger than a normal woman's child," he assured her.

"So for me it must be shorter then?" she asked carefully.

The god shrugged. "Time will tell us, Lady Sif."

"So you have actually no idea!" The warrior shouted at him. "You simply let nature take its course while nothing in this coupling is natural. Admit it, you have no idea what you are about to do. It's just your desire to get all a king should have, as long as you still have the crown."

Loki smiled proudly. "You know me all too well, don't you?" he mused. He reached out to grab a strand of her hair. "You will be queen, though. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

"I am nothing more than a thing to show around, to make round with child to have as many sons as possible. That all a queen is for you." She slapped his hand away.

"That is the job of any woman in her right mind," Loki retorted. "A warrior is not a female's task."

"But still you chose a warrior." She glared at him. "A warrior that will find a way to ruin your plans."

"I am choosing a warrior and giving her a woman's role," he sneered. "Fighting isn't becoming for a lady."

"Oh, but I will fight!" She punched him into the face.

Loki took the hit, grabbing the book she was holding in the process. "Now whatever is my Lady reading about today?"

"Give it back! I was researching about the pregnancy with a frostgiant child. I told you already!" She tried to snatch the book from him.

He was too quick for her, though. Flipping the book open to where Sif had bookmarked pages, he began to see a connection: pregnancy for Frost Giant females, the killing of an unborn, infertility... Loki shot her a glare. "Filthy bitch!" he swore, glaring at her.

Sif felt her heart stop as he seemed to understand her plan. What would he do now? "I..." She didn't know what to say. Either it was a lie anyway or a plea that he would ignore.

Loki ripped the pages from the book and tore them to shreds just to spite her. "This child will live to one day rule!" he reminded her. "There is nothing you can do to stop that."

"I already know what I have to do!" she exclaimed before realizing her mistake. "I mean..."

There was a flare of rage within Loki's eyes. "I will see to it that my child will live!" He grabbed hold of her, pressing a hand to her middle. He began to perform some magic on her-a spell to ensure the child's safety.

"You may be able to protect the child, but not me." She kneed him into the gut and sent him to the ground. An easy attack, because the spell had made him weak for a second.

"Just know that if you kill this one, I will only make you mine again!" Loki threatened, slowly rising to his feet. "I will not stop until I get exactly what I want."

"And if I do this often enough, maybe someday there is no place left in my body where a child of yours can grow!" She wouldn't stop struggling all to soon, readying herself for a little fight.

"There will always be room for a child. What other use would a woman be if not for child bearing?" the god remarked.

"You're sick and old-fashioned!" Sif felt desperation rising inside her. She grabbed for one of the paper weights that resembled a dagger and rammed it into her lower abdomen. Because of the books she had a vague idea of where the child was but it would take more than one hit to...

"No!" Loki shouted. He grabbed the object from Sif's hand and threw it aside. "You will kill it! My child!" he shrieked.

"I thought you said you've protected the child. Was it only a lie or does this spell only protect against other spells?" she asked curiously as to blood began to turn her dress red. A smile spread across her lips as she felt pain.

"I did protect it!" Loki was sure he did! But the blood... He shoved her up against the nearest wall and touched her middle.

Sif started to struggle, trying to push him away. The blood only flowed faster with her effort. "So you're magic isn't as strong as you think, hm?"

"Please, hold still!" he growled, a growing desperation in his tone. "This child is all I have!"

Sif froze as he spoke these words in such a distress. "All you have? That doesn't suit your ambitions, Loki." She spotted one of his daggers and grabbed it before he could react. With all her force she rammed the blade into her belly and screamed as the pain grew to fierce.

"No!" he hissed. Loki grabbed a hold of her wrist tightly, not caring whether he broke it or not. "I need this!" he spat. "My child!" He pressed his hand against her fresh wound, using everything within his power to stop the bleeding.

Sif started to laugh. "So this brings you pain, yes?" she shook him off and fell to the floor. A pool of blood around her as she pushed her fingers inside the wound to make as much damage as possible.

"Stop it! Stop this!" Loki pleaded, tears in his eyes. He dropped to his knees, wiping his hands across the bloody floor.

Sif did what he wanted out of curiosity. "Does the loss of your unborn child really hit you so hard that you start to mewl and cry?" she spat at him, dizzy from loosing so much blood.

Loki grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her back onto the floor. "Not as much as it will hurt you!" he seethed. He used his magic to heal her, then forced their clothes to vanish. "We will simply try again until I hold a child in my arms!"

Sif was not afraid his naked form anymore. She had seen a much more stripped version of him right now. He was weak. "Then the child did not..." Had her work actually succeeded?

"If that child didn't make it, then this one will!" Loki readied himself at her entrance. Before Sif could react, he thrust into her, hard and deep.

She laughed at his foolishness. "If that child did not make it, you will have to wait years until I am ready again. I am an Aesir and you know that. Frostgiants might be able to reproduce themselves like rabbits, but my people have years between their cycles." She spoke slowly and with the intention to hurt him even more. The harm Loki did between her thighs was nothing more than a tickle in comparison to what she had done to herself.

"I will ensure that I have an heir!" he growled. "And a seat upon the All-Father's throne!" He bucked his hips at a faster pace.

Sif felt her body contract in pain. "But not this time," she said with a smile before she cried out as a cramp started in her abdomen.

Loki smirked upon seeing her in pain. "Is this hurting you?" he asked. There was no concern to his tone whatsoever.

"If you want to know if you are hurting me, then the answer is no," she said, her breathing difficult and labored. "As for whatever happens to the unborn at this moment... I don't think it was your best idea to force yourself upon me. Maybe you are right now giving the unborn the death stroke."

Loki pulled out of her, his body tensing up. "You think that the child is alive?"

"How should I know? Come on, Loki. It's nothing more than a few cells," she almost laughed at his childishness about this topic.

Still, Loki stopped forcing himself upon her. He had hope that his child was still alive, despite Sif's brutality towards it.

Sif smiled. At least he had stopped his assault. "What are you doing now, hm? The mighty new king of Asgard, at a loss and with tears in his eyes."

"Leaving," he stated. Loki summoned his black garments back. "I need to rest now." After using so much magic, he had grown tired. That, and he didn't want to talk with Sif anymore.

Sif watched him leaving, not wanting to stop him from doing so. Her eyes drifted to where the paperweight was lying. It was gone, just as all other sharp objects in the library. After a while she sat up, freezing because of her nakedness and disgusted by the blood around her. Sif touched her belly and found no scar, nothing that showed what she had done, with an uneasiness she still felt the pulsing cold inside of her, knowing that she had not succeeded.

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The god of mischief made his way to his chambers, furious with Sif for what she had done. She had betrayed him. Without a child, there would be no throne in his future...

With a proper heir, then Odin would have to see that Loki was more worthy of the throne than Thor. Of course, Loki would also have to take Sif as his wife, then... His brows knitted together in anger. First thing was first-he wanted the child.

Laufey leaned outside of Loki's door, waiting for him. "Has your little breeding mare decided to play hide and seek?" he asked with a grin.

"I would prefer to be alone now," Loki said bitterly.

"And why is that? Don't tell me your plans have already failed," he laughed darkly.

Loki refused to make eye contact. "Leave me to rest. I have grown tired, that is all."

"Tired? Did you have to use your magic for something?" Laufey didn't let him pass.

"Only to put Lady Sif in her place," he muttered.

Laufey sighed in annoyance. "What has that little wench done now?"

"She tried to kill my child, so I had to stop her." Loki wasn't willing to admit the truth that his child could very well be dead...

Laufey shook his head and grinned. "You should simply strap her onto a bed until her time has come. That would make it easier for both of you. And you could have her whenever you want." The father saw very clearly that Loki still feared for the child. That could ruin his plans. "Did you send a healer to her to confirm that she is still with child?"

"Yes," Loki easily lied. "Now if you don't mind, I need my rest."

Laufey bowed and stepped aside. "As you please, but mark my words: She will do no good."

"An heir is all I desire." Loki opened the door to his chambers and slammed the door shut behind him. Sif was going to prove to be a challenge...

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Sif stepped out of the shower, not able anymore to stand the stench of blood on her skin. The water had felt good, even washed away the scent of Loki and what he had wanted to do again. With a sigh she stood in front of the huge mirror in her dressing room and eyed her stomach. Was the thing still growing? Maybe she had actually damaged her uterus with the attack and somehow made herself loose the life that had just started growing... But the cold she felt pooling in her belly told her otherwise.

There was a knock upon the door. "My Lady?" a woman's voice called out.

"Come in," she said, recognizing a voice she knew and delighted that it was not Loki who wanted something from her, or maybe he actually...

"I was sent in by Lord Loki," the healer announced. "I have come to check up on you, if you don't mind..."

"He will make you pay if you don't, so do your work. One person suffering under him is more than enough," Sif laid in a mild voice and laid down upon the bed, knowing what would happen.

The healer placed her hands over Sif's middle. "Are you feeling well, my Lady?" she asked, making conversation while she worked.

"What do you think?" Sif joked. "He took me several times against my will, wanting me to carry his bastard child. Do you have information about the Jotun? I want to know everything. Maybe there is a way to stop this from happening and make myself infertile long enough to lose interest in me or until Thor can win against him."

"Loki seems to want this child rather badly," the healer noted. "It will please him to know that it is alive and well."

"So it survived?" she felt the color drain from her face and grabbed the healer's hand. "Are you sure? Do you know a way to get rid of it?"

"Yes, this child is quite strong," the healer noted. "Loki wouldn't be pleased if he knew you wanted this child dead..."

"He knows already. I tried to stab myself to kill it but he was quick enough to heal my body. I only have a chance if I succeed in killing it as soon as possible. Please, help me!" Sif begged.

"I am afraid my loyalties lie with Loki," she warned Sif. "He would surely have me killed if he knew I helped you kill his child."

"Then get out and tell your king that the unborn is still inside my womb and sucking the life out of me. Now leave!" Sif spat at the woman she once called a friend.

The woman left to tell Loki the good news. Loki, of course, was more than delighted to know that his child lived.

"She also asked me to help her getting rid of it, my lord. If she finds someone who is actually willing to help her,..." The young woman was not sure if she should tell him, but right now she feared for her own life.

"Not to worry. I will go visit Lady Sif, myself." Loki needed to gloat about his victory. He transported himself from his room, to Sif's.

"What do you want here? Your hell spawn still lives! There is no need to..." she stopped as she saw the look in his face.

"Exactly." Loki's smile widened upon hearing her say it. "Don't you see? You can't kill such a powerful being!"

"Oh, just you watch," she dared and clawed her hands into the skin of her belly. No harm could be done with that but it felt good. "Is this reason why you have come? To see me crying over my useless attempt?"

"Well, yes," he grinned. "And to let you know that you will not kill it. I simply cannot allow it."

"That you have done now, so leave me to my punishment." she got up, not bothered by the fact that she was still dressed in her towel.

"You know," Loki continued, "my father gave me a very interesting idea-to tie you up so you could never escape," he smiled. "Shall we give it a try?"

"Your father is a fool. That would make me weak, not being able to use my muscles, maybe even making me too weak for childbirth." She lifted her chin, knowing that she would win this fight against the silver tongue.

"I will allow you some freedom," Loki promised. "Keeping you healthy will benefit our child."

"What sort of freedom?" she asked.

"The freedom to walk through the gardens with my company," Loki promised with a grin.

"So you tie me up here to fuck me whenever it pleases you. And when you think I need a little training, you take me outside like a dog and fuck me there?" She felt the tingling in her hand, the desire to slap him for treating her like that.

"Well, if you insist, then I will," Loki promised. He knew he was upsetting her, but it pleased him.

"I don't insist, Loki. Don't let it go to your head!" That was enough. She struck him across the face with her hand readying herself for the answer.

Loki didn't mind her striking him. If it helped her relieve her stress, then he would allow it. "Your body needs to become stronger for the child to pass through."

"Oh, come on, Loki, look at me. Do you think this would be a challenge for me?" she dared and laid her hands onto her hips, still naked and displaying all.

He smiled and shook his head. "The size of my child will cause a problem, even for a woman with hips such as yours."

"Who knows? When the size is the problem, maybe it is born earlier or even dies inside of me because it grows too big too fast." She didn't know what else she could do. Sif lost when it came to words against the silver tongue. Everything she said he turned around and used it against her.

"My magic will protect him. There is no need to worry," he assured her.

Sif gave him an angry sound and turned. "So your garden activities, do they also include a little fight?"

"Yes, if you'd like," Loki smiled. "A harmless fight shouldn't hurt."

"So I could beat you up right now and you would not be bothered?" A grin spread across her lips. This sounded good. At least she was able to repay him a little bit.

"Yes." Loki agreed to her challenge. What harm could the mere woman do unto a god?

"Let's go then..." she smiled at him.

"Ladies first," he taunted with a smirk, hands clasped behind his back.

Sif braced herself and walked over to put on her fighting attire. She didn't mind fighting without clothes, but fighting against this creature without anything shielding her nakedness from him was too much.

"A shame," the god breathed, "I find that your naked body is far more appealing."

"I need to shield myself from you in some way, since you are playing foul tricks anyway." She turned on her heels and walked outside, aware of him looking at her body.

The god followed after her, eager to see what Sif would do in their fight.

"So, now. The rules." The warrior said with a smile. "No magic."

"That wouldn't be very fair, now would it?" he replied. "Go on."

Sif nodded and got into her fighting stance searching for a weak spot. Oh, and she already knew one...

Loki stood in place, watching her with an amused look across his face.

"Don't you want to start?" She focused his neck, although aimed at something else.

"Ladies first," he reminded her. As if he had any real intention of hurting a lady...

And she did. Sif was able to break through his blocks every second time, punching him in the face and in the gut. "You're making this too easy, Loki Lackyson." His nickname as a youngster would help to make him angry for sure. And oh how she wanted to have a decent fight right now. What else could she do? Why not giving him a bleeding nose?

He shot her a glare upon hearing the silly nickname. "You fail to hurt me-I hope you realize that," he warned her

"Do I?" She used her high-pitched voice to anger him even more.

"Yes," he stated, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, I can see the rage in your face. I am sure that child inside me will have the same anger problem. Someone that can not control his emotions and finally is making a mistake." She pointed at her belly. "I am sure this unborn is going to be a failure just like you."

That was just enough to set Loki over the edge. He grabbed the woman by the neck and threw her to the ground. "This child will one day rule over you!" he snapped at her.

"This child be never be born or slaughtered by myself in the cradle." She got up brushed the dirt of her clothes, glaring at him.

"As if you will survive child birth!" he spat, kicking her back into the ground. Loki crawled over her and straddled her hips. "You, Lady Sif, will die. And our son will be prince while I am King!"

"I thought you wanted more than one heir. What if it is a girl and I die? What about your little plan of playing big daddy and king then?" She tried to push him from her but her actions were futile.

"Then I will allow for you to live until you give me a son." He reached down to stroke her stomach.

"As if you were the ruler of life and death. Just because you can hold a dagger and wield a little healing magic?" It felt uncomfortable to have his hand on her belly, far too intimate. She tried to pull his hand away. "I am the one here who can bring life. It is growing inside of me and I will - maybe - the one who then births it. Only a woman can truly rule about life and death."

"Perhaps you are right," he chuckled. "Then you will be the one to bring life unto my kin." He leaned down to kiss her jaw.

She wanted to throw hurtful words at him, continue to torture his soul just as he did it with her. She wanted to tell him that his offspring would always be weaklings with a father like him. But she couldn't His lips left a tingling sensation as if... magic... "Loki... what are you doing to me?"

"Nothing," he smiled against her neck. "Nothing at all."

As he gently stroked over her stomach, she felt a warmth building up inside her, not the burning that was part on an intimate act in bed. No, more like a longing that now spread out through her entire body, making her light headed. "Loki..." she warned.

"Admit that you would love to hold a child in your arms," he crooned.

"Surely..." she moaned and then bared her teeth. "But not yours." She felt the urge to pull him closer to melt her body with his. "That must be your magic. Stop it."

"Those would be your maternal instincts beckoning you." He lowered himself onto her. "You will love this child."

"I hate it since the moment it was conceived, no, since the day you decided to have an heir at all. You will fail as a father as surely as I will fail as a mother. We are neither made to be parents nor fit together." Despite her words she put her arms onto his shoulders, clawing into the leather of his armor.

"Surely, I will make for a better Father that Odin." His tone darkened at the mentioning of the All-Father. "You, Lady Sif, will come to love this child, as you are its mother."

The feeling inside her belly grew stronger and suddenly she wanted to feel his cold skin. "Make it stop. I do not wish to want you as I do now." she confessed without thinking about the consequences.

"Oh?" he asked in surprise. "You 'want' me? How so?"

The uncontrollable little twitch of her hips was answer enough. "Is that your spell or the child? Why does the child want me to...?" The longing became stronger the more she spoke to him, the more she heard his voice.

"Do whatever you'd like," he smiled. Loki sat on his haunches, allowing for Sif to be free of his grasp.

Her hands stroked up his arms and then down again over his front, stopping at his belt. "This is not the spell of the child. It is yours, right?" She felt the urge to throw him beneath her.

"I will be quite impressed if this is the child's work," he playfully grinned.

"So, you are guiding my hands, forcing their way into your schemes, or not?" she started to open his belt.

"Now why would I do that?" His sly grin should have been more than enough to inform Sif that it was his doing.

"Because you want to humiliate me further and don't get your libido under control." She tried with all her might to stop her fingers from taking... him out.

"Just do with me as you wish," he smiled.

Sif fought for control of her own mind, and in the end, got her control but not in a way she had wanted it. Her hands gripped his collar smashed his body into the ground, right before she climbed on top of him, pushing her hips against his.

"Tell me how much you enjoy this," he crooned. "This satisfies your lust, does it not?"

Sif glared down at him, but as he moved his loins, she could not resist a quiet moan, falling onto his body, craving his cold. She didn't find words anymore, didn't even want to reply. Her right hand went to her dagger as she sat up again, looking from the blade to Loki and back.

He gingerly grasped the blade, pulling it from her grasp. "Violence will not be necessary."

"Who says that I wanted to draw blood with that thing? Maybe a little, but it definitely is fitting to tear clothes apart that are in the way." There was no lie in her eyes.

"Very well then." Loki allowed for her to take the dagger back. He was willing to play along with this game.

Sif made a quick end to the leather shirt he was wearing, not able to resist sliding the blade over the flawless skin of his muscular torso. Loki might look lean to the inattentive eye but there was a strength in his body that could easily win against several opponents in melee combat. The warrior smiled as she saw a thin line splitting his skin apart, nothing really harmful, but to see that his blood was red and not blue soothed her.

"Whatever happened to refusing to draw blood?" he arched a brow as he stared up at her. "I believe that this was intentional."

She used her left hand to push against the skin, bruising it even more so that her fingers were tainted with the red liquid. Her answer was simple. She guided her hands to her mouth, sensuously licking it up, as smile spearing across her skin. Then she leaned down to him. "I am sure this child is going to be one thing: blood-thirsty."

He chuckled softly. "Yes, I'm sure he will be."

The god pressed his mouth to hers, tasting the blood on her lips.

Sif was taken aback from his action, but leaning into the kiss seconds later, enjoying the feeling of his soft skin on her. "So, this is what you've wanted right? To make me willing. There has to be more than the simple reason of enjoyment..."

"I want you to want me, Lady Sif," he informed her. A hand reached up to cup her breast. "Our union will help make this child stronger. You, too, will be made stronger."

"How so...?" she breathed against his lips as her fingers found the way into his pants.

Loki helped her in undoing his trousers. "If I were to take you whilst in my true form, child birth may come just a bit easier for you."

"This is months away. How should it help me for that?" she murmured, quickly discarding all clothes that hindered her from taking him.

"My true form's blood runs much colder, same for the child. Growing used to it may help you." He began toying with her hair.

"So I will turn into an icicle during the next months? How exciting..." Why did her voice not sound bothered or afraid? She felt his cold skin between her thighs.

"Probably-the child will keep your body running cooler." Loki reached down and ran his cold fingers between Sif's lower folds.

The young woman moaned in delight. "So you will make use of my body every night?" Her mind was fogged with pleasure. She knew her feelings were wrong, but under this spell she wasn't able to clear her thoughts.

"If that is what you would like, then yes?" He rubbed her until he felt her wetness dripping against his fingertips. "Let us see just how much of me you can handle."

"What do you...?" she wasn't able to finish her sentence.

Before she could finish, Loki began to insert his erection in between her legs.

Sif moaned as the freezing flesh was tearing into her. She gasped and pushed herself up to avoid more contact, feeling her body being stretched apart by his size.

"This is hardly my full power," he snidely warned her. "Does this hurt you?"

"Yes..." It was more of a cry than an answer.

"Very good, then." Loki allowed for his member to go even further inside of her.

Sif exhaled in a muffled scream and tried to avoid more pain by pushing herself away from him. Away from the piercing cold that drove into her.

He grabbed her by the hips and forced her down onto him. "The pain will be far worse when the child comes," he warned her.

She felt the tears stinging in her eyes out of shame for her visible struggle almost more shameful than the real pain. Sif cried out as he reached the end of her, and pushing even further.

Loki continued to thrust in and out of her, laughing all the while. Seeing her cry pleased him. He soon came, spilling his seed into her with a whimper.

As she felt him emptying his semen inside her like a river of pure ice her body collapsed onto his. She began to shiver uncontrollably, tears flowing freely onto Loki's chest.

He pulled out of her. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" He placed a kiss upon her forehead.

"It does not matter under what kind of spell you put me. I will never let you do this again..." Sif muttered as the cold and exhaustion took their toll on her.

"Not until tomorrow evening," he slyly grinned. "For now, rest."

And she did.

Loki carried her off to his bedroom where he allowed for her to sleep in his bed.

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