"Okay, no more blowing stuff up without me; why do I always miss out on all the fun?" Tony groused as he trotted up the rise to where the entire complement of the site stood staring outwards. As he reached their level he swallowed at the sight that greeted him. Every one of the two dozen targets was either in flames or reduced to a shifting pile of ash. The heat from the largest fire was still stirring up a slight wind, causing the ash from the other targets to spread out across the slightly melted floor of the basin. He shot a look at Kara. His honorary sister was far too pale and he could tell that the only reason she was still on her feet was because of Loki's supporting arms. "Damn. Now that's radically cool," he said, winking at the Asgardian prince when he turned his head to glare. Loki nodded, understanding that Tony was trying to break the tension.
"I only meant to set the one on the far right on fire," Kara mumbled. She sounded miserable, totally defeated.
"Is this everything, or did you hold back?" Tony was betting she had given it all she had. Otherwise Kara would likely have looked a lot more traumatized.
"No, this was the whole enchilada," she managed.
"Okay, that's good. So, you know how extensive you can make it, now you just need to refine it, pull it back, work with it until it's nice and fine tuned and will do what you want when you want it. It'll take time, but that's how it goes with scientific processes. You're reinventing yourself with new parameters. No big deal." Kara stared at him, one fat tear sliding down her cheek, the multiple shades of red in her hair thoroughly mussed. Judging from the dust covering her jeans and gauze blouse the concussion from the blast had sent her flying. Hmm. "Um, kid, you're heavier than you were, right?"
Her frown deepened as she shrugged. Loki answered. "Yes, about half again her original weight."
"Okay." He flipped open the newest version of his tablet, the SI-Flip. "Jarvis, calculate the force of that blast based on one point five times Kara's weight of record being thrown off balance…"
"I was blown back about two yards, not thrown off balance, Tony."
"Make that blown back two yards from a distance of about…uh, three thousand feet," he estimated.
"Yes, Anthony," Jarvis responded. Tony sighed.
"Hold up on that response," Fury interjected. "S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, back to your stations, there's nothing more to see here." They waited as the black-clad agents obediently, if reluctantly, headed back to the portable buildings and the two S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjets that were still on the ground. "Go ahead," he told them once the area was cleared of all but the personnel cleared by the Avengers.
"Lay it on me, J." Tony ordered.
"Best estimate from the limited sample is an explosive yield of point zero one kiloton. This would produce fifteen pounds per square inch of concussive force within a radius of point zero three miles, down to one quarter pound per square inch at the stated distance. Were Princess Kara still human, she would have suffered broken bones from the concussive force at this distance."
"And at the epicenter, J?"
"A building the size of Avengers' Tower would have been reduced to fine rubble."
"Okey-dokey. Kara, make a note, don't go all out unless you're trying to drop a skyscraper."
… …
"Don't fret," Loki told her. "That is what you can do at your utmost. The first try was no greater an effect than you achieved before…perhaps even less. Stark is right, you need only fine tune your release of the power."
"So much destruction," she murmured softly. "Loki, I'm scared; what if I lose control?"
"You will not. Kara, we'll test that so that you will have confidence in yourself again. I believe in you."
Kara let her head drop back on his shoulder and she leaned more fully against his chest, still wrapped in his sheltering arms. His emerald eyes were focused on hers and his features were set in a calm, supportive expression. "I've always had a problem with believing in myself."
"Yet you do what needs to be done anyway, and you succeed. I am living proof of that, as is Thor. That is your strength, you know, not your fire. It is your determination to do what is not only necessary, but what is fair and right that defines you."
"He's right, Kara," Raj Nassar's soothing voice agreed. "I may be startled by the strength you're now showing, but I don't fear you." She glared at him until he gave her a somewhat sheepish smile. "And that is in light of the fact that you are angry with me."
"Loki, why didn't you know Raj was on the Council?" she asked, remembering that he'd indicated that he had influenced the vote to nuke the city.
"I don't believe that Dr. Nassar is an ordinary member of that Council, Kara. The identity of their chairman was not in their computer records, just the fact of his or her existence. I suspect each of the councilors knew that identity, but that it was erased from every accessible record to allow him freedom to be a liaison to various other organizations without revealing the Council's existence."
"Your suspicion is correct. The chairperson is not even present for most business. I traditionally spend my time gathering information and taking a first-hand look at situations in which it appears we will need to involve ourselves. My predecessors did the same."
"Predecessors…plural. I take it the Council has been around for a while, then?" she half asked.
"Yes, since the outbreak of World War One. I am the eleventh chairperson. We tend to not hold the position for more than ten years for one reason or another." He shrugged at her raised eyebrow. "Burnout, mostly. Though a few of us have gotten too close to the action and have been killed. Careless, it would seem, but it is sometimes necessary."
"Aren't you a bit young for the position, doctor?" Loki asked.
Raj smiled. "I am the youngest chairperson we've had. My immediate predecessor was killed about two years ago in a terrorist attack during a fact-finding visit to Libya, about six years before she intended to step down. And yes, I do have a protégé and no that person is not a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. or of the existing Council," he volunteered before she could ask. "And this," he continued, gesturing at the basin where flames still burned sluggishly in the ash, "will not be reported to anyone. There is no reason for our Council to know the full capabilities of a Princess of Asgard."
"Congratulations, you will be permitted to live," Loki muttered dryly.
"Loki, don't tease…and don't tell me you weren't teasing, I can feel it."
His mouth twisted slightly as he favored her with an annoyed glare. "You are no fun."
"There's a time and place for giving people a hard time, when I'm this upset isn't one of them. And Raj really did mean it, you know. And Nick sent everyone else away before Jarvis gave us the bad news."
"Yes, Kara, I noticed that. If you were not so upset, I'd be annoyed that you felt it necessary to point that out."
"Oh. Sorry." She sighed and turned to bury her face against his chest. "I'm scared of me, Loki. More than I've ever been," she whispered.
"Excuse us," Loki said to the others and then led her away. He waited until they were far enough from the group that she couldn't hear so much as a murmur though she could see their lips moving as they spoke among themselves. "Kara, love, there is no reason to be afraid. You know that your attention can be totally shattered, yet you do not strike out reflexively. It would take, I think, your life being seriously in danger for that to happen. And honestly, my lady, if that is the case I want you to annihilate any threat to your safety, regardless of collateral damage."
"I don't want to do that," she told him, pointing at the rise, "ever again."
Loki shrugged. "Then do not. The power is yours, use it or do not use it; it is much like my magic. When I had it, I did not have to use it, I consciously chose to." He frowned. "Well, at some point it was a conscious decision. I had forgotten that I'd enhanced my vision and hearing." She sighed and he took her chin between two long fingers and tilted her face up so that he could stare directly into her eyes. "Have you ever unconsciously blocked someone's emotions, or projected emotions?"
That she had to think about. "Um, no."
"I would think that would be a far more natural thing to do than to bring your fire. What does that tell you?"
"I-you're right. It doesn't take half the energy or concentration. I really have to think about heating the molecules to start a fire if I'm not half-dead. With the projections, I just have to feel it and want someone else to feel it. But I don't; not unintentionally."
"Then what is there to fear?"
"Huh. Not much, I guess. I just have to experiment, like Tony said."
"Exactly, my love." He dipped his head to capture her lips in a gentle but thorough kiss. She shivered as his love and pride washed through her senses.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a wimp about this," she whispered as he moved from her lips to her jaw.
A warm chuckle filled her ears as he nipped the tendon that ran down the left side of her neck. "You are my impossibly brave and stubborn lady. You have nothing to apologize for, Kara."
… …
"We'll also need a blast screen to protect us from shrapnel," Tony added as he saw Loki and Kara return.
"What size?" the Dread Pirate Fury asked. Oddly enough, it was a simple question, not a gripe or bit of sarcasm to be heard.
"Um," he began as he did some mental calculations. "About twenty feet wide by eight feet high should do it. If that's not doable, a couple of smaller width screens could be overlapped to handle it."
Fury was flipping through a list on his touch-screen. "I can get you two twelve by eight foot screens. They'll be here before we can retrieve enough scrap items from salvage yards. How long do you think it will take her to refine her control?"
"Maybe a week, based on what she was able to do before. She's motivated, so she'll work hard on it."
"I'll need to be working with her for several hours each day as well," Nyvorlas told them. The Ljósálfar had been standing there quietly until now; his eyes darting back and forth between all of them, taking in everything, but contributing nothing to any of the sometimes heated conversations around him. "The better control she has of her emotions, the easier it will be to control her fire," he added.
"Very good point." He stared at the elf. "Damn, too bad I've got Hawk used to being called Legolas. It would be a much better name for you." One of the pale slanted eyebrows rose even as the corners of his mouth turned down in a frown. "Relax, I don't make up names for people I don't like…finding one or more for you is a compliment, really."
"Only partially true, but I shall let it slide," the prince said with a smirk worthy of his Asgardian counterpart.
"Mostly true," he countered. "Bruce, have I ever given Hill a nickname?"
"You refer to her as 'Fury's shadow in command' every so often. But I don't think that qualifies."
"Exactly. That's more a comment on Nick then on Agent Hill."
"But I understand you have used ridiculous nicknames for Loki from the first time you encountered him," Nyvorlas objected.
"Well, yeah. But underneath all of the crazy 'dominate the world' crap, there was something about him I just kind of got. Weird, I know. It was probably the daddy issues. Christ knows we both have plenty of them." Nyvorlas snorted softly and turned away to acknowledge Loki's arrival. "So, how's Sparky doing, Lokes?"
"You are a glutton for punishment, Tony," Loki said.
"Maybe. Kara…I don't suppose you could tell Jarvis to…"
"Absolutely not," Loki interrupted him. "Kara, I forbid you to ever again reset the programming on how Jarvis addresses Stark." The group froze. Every last person in the entire fucking group turned and stared at Loki and Kara. This was going to be good…or very, very bad depending on how you looked at it, Tony thought.
"You what?" she said, pretty mildly considering the provocation.
"You heard me. Stark has gotten away with his childish…where are you going?" Loki asked as she spun and strode away from him in the direction of the open desert. Loki huffed and started after her, swinging around as Nyvorlas grabbed him by one arm and Hogun by the other. "Let go," he hissed.
"Not unless you wish her to take out her anger with you, on you," the Ljósálfar said quietly.
"This is not your business," Loki told the other prince.
"It's mine," Tony decided to interject. "Dude, what have I told you about pissing off a redhead?"
"Just because she is soft enough to indulge you in your childish behavior…"
"Loki," Natasha snapped. "Kara is not a child."
"No, but Stark is."
"You might forbid a child to do something that endangers them. If you attempt to forbid a woman something, you run the risk of being gelded," she snapped.
"Or at the very least, being couch man," Tony added. "I don't think Kara would geld him, Nat. She's not much good with blood."
"All it would take would be one pinpoint burst of fire. Instant gelding and cauterizing, no bleeding involved." They all stared at the redheaded assassin. All of the men, meaning everyone but Sif and Nat, found their hands moving protectively over their groins. "Really?" Nat said incredulously as she looked around at them. "And these are the supposedly hardened warrior types," she muttered, sounding disgusted.
"No, I'm just a scientist," Bruce offered. "The other guy is the tough one."
Hogun was staring down at his package, the most intense expression on his face that Tony had seen to date. "Been injured there before," he muttered defensively.
"Kara would do no such thing," Loki said, though one hand still rested just below his belt.
"Don't bet on it, bud. She's pissed as all hell. Why do you think she took off? She doesn't want to blow up at you…or blow you up," Tony advised the clueless idiot.
Loki was still seething, but his expression was beginning to shift into a thoughtful one. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "Let go," he told Hogun and Nyvorlas. "I need to go apologize before she begins to doubt herself."
"Smart move," Natasha said as he hurried after Kara.
… …
"Freaking dumb-ass Norse god. Damn stupid man. Who the hell does he think he is? Drinking from some freaking marriage cup does NOT make him the boss of me. Damn it all to hell," Kara muttered as she stomped across the dusty rock strewn ground. "I'll stop resetting Jarvis if I feel it's necessary, not because he forbids it. Shit." She was still ranting to the open air when she heard booted feet approaching from behind her, and felt a wave of annoyance accompanying them. "He thinks he's annoyed. Hah," she continued to fume. Deciding she might as well stop since he could outrun her even on a bad day, she planted both feet solidly on the ground and glared at an inoffensive bit of scrub. The hardy plant burst into flame. "Shit."
"Did you mean to do that?" Loki asked as he stepped to her side.
"Not really. You should probably go back before I blow you up and kill both of us."
"I'm not going back without you, Kara. I know you're angry with me, and that I've made you feel out of control. I apologize for that."
She spun and glared up at him with such ferocity that he took a step back, his bright green eyes widening. "You're sorry because I feel out of control? Not for anything else?"
His chin lifted. "I have nothing else to apologize for." She could feel the uncertainly lying just beneath the confident tone. Folding her arms across her chest, she raised an eyebrow. "I know you are not a child, but you are contributing to Stark's childishness. If I must live amongst this group for the rest of their natural lives and then some, he will need to grow up."
"Oh for pity's sake, Loki. Do you even hear yourself talk? Tony is just being Tony. It's his personality. I get that you don't like it, but have you thought that there're a lot of things about your personality that other people don't like? You annoy me all the time, but does that stop me from loving you?"
He stiffened and doubt flooded him. "Does it?"
"No." God, she hated it when he felt like that. He'd told Steve once that Thor acted like a beaten cur, always coming back for more…but the analogy also applied to him. He acted like a beaten cur that expected to be kicked yet again. "You see? This is annoying. Every time you begin to realize I don't think you're perfect, you start to doubt that I could love you. Honestly, I've never thought you were perfect. Gorgeous, smart, funny, and a host of other positive things, but not perfect. If you were, well, I wouldn't be good enough for you, and I sure as hell wouldn't have managed to fall in love with you."
"But you're angry with me."
"Yes, I'm angry with you, I'm absolutely furious with you. But I still love you. I will always love you."
"Why are you angry with me?"
"You tried to forbid me to make my own decision. You don't get to do that."
"Then how do I prevent you from indulging Stark again? He needs to have consequences."
"What are you, his dad? Please, he has enough daddy issues; he doesn't need you trying to fill the role." She sighed. "You could have just asked me nicely to leave it alone."
"Would you have done so?"
Kara frowned, thinking about it. "I don't know. But I would have at least taken your point of view into consideration. Now I'm going to reset it just because I'm pissed with you."
"Please, love. Don't…"
She cut him off mid-sentence. "Too late. I'm going to reset…"
His fingers touched her lips lightly and she stopped, giving him a chance to speak. "I was going to ask you to not be so angry with me. I can't help the way I am anymore than you think Stark can help being the way he is."
"Oh. Okay." She held her arms up to him and smiled as he crushed her against his chest. "I'm still mad," she told him. "But I still love you."
"And I you, my sweet lady." He lifted his head from her hair and looked back at the distant group. "We'd best go back. I suggest you tell them the fire was a-purpose…letting off some steam, as it were."
"It was, mostly. But yeah; otherwise Nick is liable to piss himself."
… …
They'd all shared a somewhat tense meal and decided that there wasn't enough left of the day to do anything more. Salvaged wrecks of vehicles and other flammable items that had been disposed of were being delivered first thing in the morning. Nyvorlas had talked shielding techniques with Kara for over an hour and then had left her to meditate for another. Raj Nassar had left with the bulk of the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel by the time Kara had returned to him and suggested they get some sleep. Loki watched warily as his still annoyed lady stripped off her clothes and collapsed onto the large airbed they were to share. "It's still hot in here," she complained. "The water feeding the swamp coolers isn't cold enough."
That, he could fix. "Where is the water stored?" he asked.
"Beats me. Nick would know."
"Hmm. All right, I'll be back shortly." He smiled at her quizzical expression and escaped before she could ask him what he was doing. Fury was still awake and giving orders; it seemed the man did such nonstop.
The director looked up when he noticed Loki watching him. "Problem?" he asked tersely.
"Yes. My lady is too warm. I'm not terribly comfortable myself. I'm told the water feeding the cooling system might do a more efficient job if it were colder."
"It would. But we don't have the means to do that."
"I do." He tried not to smile at the mortal's annoyed frown. "Remember the desktop?"
"Yes. But don't you need your magic for that?"
"No. That is one of my natural forms. It takes only my will to assume it, no magical ability or power whatsoever."
Fury actually grinned. Granted, it was all but unnoticeable, but it was a grin nonetheless. He'd take it. "Right this way, Loki. I'm not too fond of this heat myself." He followed the dark-skinned man outdoors and over to one of the large water tanks. Two more had been added since he'd escorted Kara to her shower earlier. "This one feeds the swamp coolers. You can't let it freeze solid or the water won't flow, it depends on gravity at this end. Can you cool it substantially without turning it to anything more than watery slush?"
"I can." He concentrated and allowed his Jötunn nature to emerge. Fury's eyes widened, but the man said nothing. "I'll need access directly to the water to avoid damaging the tank."
The director led the way to a rolling stairway and then pushed it over to the tank. He climbed it and then opened a hatch high on the tank and leaned in. "You should be able to reach the water from here." He came back down and gestured to the stairs.
Loki frowned and mounted the metal stairway, being careful not to touch any part of it with his bare skin. As Fury had thought, he was easily able to reach the top of the water. He dipped a hand inside and let the cold flow through the water. When he left the liquid begin to solidify around his arm, he pulled it out, shifted back to his Æsir form and closed the hatch. "That should hold it for several hours, at least."
Fury stared at him a moment. "Thanks. I know you did it for Kara, but it benefits all of us, so it's appreciated."
"You're welcome." He headed back into the building and their assigned room. By the time he'd reached it, the air coming through the vents was noticeably cooler. Kara was still nude, and was still sprawled out on the bed. "Problem solved," he told her.
"I noticed. I also noticed that you are feeling insufferably pleased with yourself."
"Ah, so you did know it was me coming in the door."
"Of course. I would have at least covered up otherwise."
"Good. This," he said, gesturing at the silken skin so invitingly displayed. "Is mine to see, no one else's."
"I'm still angry with you," she said, turning on her side away from him.
"And I still do not understand why."
"What, you don't remember using the word 'forbid'?"
"Well, yes, but…"
"No buts. You don't get to forbid me from making my own decisions. You can ask me to consider your point of view, but if I decide you're wrong, I will do what I want to do. That said," she continued, holding up a hand before he could interrupt. "I love you and I respect you, so more often than not I'll do as you ask. But you've got to ask, not tell."
He sighed. "That is not how it works on Asgard."
"Oh, please. In their personal lives there is no way Frigga would let Odin order her to do anything…well, let him get away with it. That woman has a spine stronger than that metal Mjölnir's made of and you know it."
"It's called Uru…and perhaps."
"No perhaps about it."
He had to smile at her stubborn frown. The worst of it was she was likely right. His mother was the strongest personality he'd ever known, however quiet she was about being so. "I've been the way I am for over a thousand years. I cannot change simply because you say I must."
"Old dogs can learn new tricks; it's been proven countless times. But seriously, all I ask is that you try to change and that you don't get angry with me when the way we want to handle things differs."
"No forbidding, then?"
"Nope."
"Hmm, are you certain that you will not make even one exception to that rule?"
"Such as?"
Loki smiled at her dubious expression. "I forbid you to ever doubt my love for you."
"Loki…"
"And I beg you to never stop loving me."
… …
He did it again. She blinked back the automatic tears and reached for him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I'll never stop loving you," she promised. "No matter what."
"You're crying again."
"Yeah, well, you did it again…you were amazingly sweet without meaning to be."
"I'll have you know that was earnest and serious."
"I know. That's what I said…you didn't mean it to be sweet." Kara did her best to stifle a giggle at his look of utter consternation.
"I will never understand the women of Midgard," he muttered.
"The men born on Midgard will never understand them, so you're not alone." She smiled as he trailed his long fingers down the side of her face. "We don't expect to be understood; just loved and respected."
"Hmm, and forbidding you something is not respectful…I see." His breath huffed softly against her cheek as he leaned in close. "I suppose you believe that you've been more than patient with me," he murmured before nibbling lightly on her jaw.
"I'll admit to impatience. It's hard to remember that you don't really have a point of reference for dealing with modern women. After all, a month ago I thought Asgard and the other realms were just myth, yet here I am, married to a Norse god."
"Loved and adored by a Norse god," he added. "Will you forgive that Norse god for unintentionally disrespecting you?" His voice was husky and the nibbling continued down her neck, making her shiver.
"Is he going to remember to ask instead of order in the future?"
A chuckle vibrated the skin of her 'sweet spot'. "Unless you are in immediate danger, love; then I will order you and you will obey."
"Humph. It'll be like the boy who cried wolf if you don't keep to that. I'll never know if I'm in danger or if you're just being bossy."
"Hmm." A sharp nip on her collarbone was followed by a warm palm cupping her breast. "Then I shall promise not to order you to do or not do anything unless disobedience will immediately endanger your life or the life of someone you care about." His head lifted and serious emerald eyes met hers. "You know I keep my word."
"Thank you." She giggled, just a little, but she couldn't help it. One ebony eyebrow rose and the corner of Loki's mouth twitched. "You keep making promises to me."
"So I do. I have a mysterious need to please you, I suppose." His expression was mischievous, but the emotion behind it was both wondering and somehow lost.
"Loki, it's nothing mysterious. That's what love is all about. It means you trust me; not just that you want to please me. We depend on each other, we-we live for each other. I know I've been complaining about, well, everything. It's got to be as big an adjustment for you as it is for me, and I'm just now realizing that. I love you and I need you. It's not about what I've missed out on or what I've given up; it's about what I've gained. I've gained you in my life, and you're worth it."
… …
He felt his jaw drop and his eyes tear up, but could do nothing to stop it. "Is this what it feels like to you when I say something unintentionally sweet?" he asked. "If so, then I understand. I-you undo me, love. I think you have from the start." Kara's smile widened and her arms tightened. Delicate fingers brushed the wetness from his cheek. "We don't share the Midgardian male's aversion to tears," he felt he had to explain.
"I know." Loki smiled as Kara rubbed her cheek against the cotton of his shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes," she told him.
"So, I'm forgiven then?"
Her sweet lips curved up in a playful smile. "Hmm, I suppose that depends on the quality of the make up sex."
"The what?"
"Sex you have immediately after a fight to promote closeness," she defined. "If it's good enough, then you're forgiven."
"Having sex; I still cannot abide that term."
This time her smile was wide. "Fine; make up lovemaking, then."
"Not that I lack confidence in the quality of any lovemaking we indulge in, but why should that be a requirement for forgiveness; what if one of us simply has an off day?"
"Oh for heaven's sake, Loki, I'm teasing!" She sounded exasperated and was rolling her eyes, totally oblivious to his mischief for once. He'd finally figured out the trick of misdirecting her heightened empathic ability. She frowned suddenly and stared at him. "Wait, how did you do that?"
He shrugged. "I am the god of Lies, Kara. Though I must admit, I now have to work at it with you."
"Loki." He grinned at her suddenly serious expression. "Why aren't you making love with me, already? And why are you still wearing all of your damn clothes?"
"You have become a demanding wench." Her glare almost made him laugh aloud and he hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt to appease her. "But, I must say, I'm enjoying it."
"You'd be enjoying a lot more if you'd just get the damned clothes off," she muttered crossly. "Do you think getting you naked faster would count as a good reason for unbinding your magic?"
That did make him laugh. "Ah…no," he managed as he stood to remove the pants Tony had told him were 'Khaki Dockers'. "Definitely not…can you even imagine asking the All-Father if that would qualify?"
"I'll pass." Her amazing eyes watched avidly as he eased the briefs over his now raging erection. "Oooh, is that for me?" He inhaled sharply as she grasped his cock with one hand and leaned forward to tease the head with a quick lick. "Okay, you're undressed, but you still aren't in the bed; why is that?"
Loki laughed again and pulled her up and into his arms. She laughed as he tossed her back on the large bed and followed to hover over her. "Undressed, on the bed and in dire need of being inside my lovely wife's wet heat," he told her. "But first things first." A golden sigil rested low on his lady's abdomen; Eir's solution to their contraception dilemma. It required no additional magic to use, though he could feel the tingle of its activation as he traced the lines with a lean finger. It glowed briefly and then subsided as he lifted her thighs and pressed them back. He admired the glistening curls at the apex and leaned forward to tease her as she had teased him. A long, slow swipe of his tongue had her squirming beneath him. "Make that 'very wet'," he amended.
"Loki…don't…I need…" the pitch of her voice escalated as he first enjoyed tasting the pink flesh and then nipped and closed his lips around her clit. A full-on shriek emerged as he sucked strongly; the two fingers he'd slipped into her canal were soaked as her back lifted off of the bed and an orgasm rippled through her. "God, Loki," she panted. "Needed that…so bad."
"I know what else my love needs," he said as he moved to sheathe himself inside of her. He moaned at the pressure, their few days of abstinence accompanied by the healing energies used on her back and spine by Lady Eir had tightened her canal back to the state he'd enjoyed the first time they'd lain together. "Gods, love, so tight…I'm not going to last long, I'm afraid," he apologized as he began thrusting urgently. Kara's legs closed around his hips, helping to pull him in deeper yet as she whimpered her pleasure. One hand guided his to her breasts and he grinned as he realized what she wanted. Taking one of the soft globes in each hand, he squeezed and roughly fondled them with each thrust. Her whimpers had escalated into soft shrieks, and he groaned as a second orgasm ran through her damn near forcing his aching cock out of her canal. Holding himself at the fullest point of the thrust, he rode it out, shuddering with pleasure. The waves of pressure eased, finally, and he resumed pounding, hot and hard, as she shrieked and sobbed beneath him.
"Loki…please," she moaned. "I can't take much more." Her breath was hitching in her throat and her head was thrown back. Beautiful.
He abandoned one breast in favor of wrapping his fingers around the smooth column of her throat, feeling her pulse throbbing rapidly as her entire body began to spasm. This time he felt an answering tightening in his groin, and he could not hold back a shout of pleasure as he came. "Kara! Love you…" he gasped out as he finished with several long hard strokes.
Her quim tightened around him and she screamed wordlessly as a third orgasm rocked through her sweet quivering body. He slipped one hand under her for support as her back arched again, and braced himself with a knee and his forearm until she quieted and settled back down on the bed. "Always," she murmured softly. "Always love you…"
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Author's Notes: The explosive yield data is based on the charts for nuclear weapons, allowing just for the explosive force itself. There is actually a calculator for it online. Amazing, huh? Anyone with any ideas for snarky nicknames for Nyvorlas? PM me if you have any ideas. Tony is just itching to use one. After all, Loki seems to like the guy and he's helping Kara, so Tony's not going to diss him! New nicknames for everyone else would be a welcome gift as well. Tony's losing his edge and he's not about to let getting called 'Anthony' cramp his style.
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