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WARNING: This chapter is the reason why the story is M-rated. Sex ahead.

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VII

Loki reached and gently touched her shoulder. She looked up, confused, waiting. He stepped closer, reached for her cheek and dried those tears away. He never looked away from her eyes. He leaned closer, stopping just millimetres from her lips. He could feel her warm breath on his lips. She reached to his neck too, just a second before their lips touched in a gentle kiss.

He looked at her with concern, thinking about every possible ending of this action, for him and for her. She let him close after he hurt her and now, he was so unsure abut his decision. She was still not looking at him, eyes closed, not moving. What if she was mad? What if she doesn't want him to be that close to her? But God, part of himself was asking why didn't he do this so long time ago? It felt so good to hold her, being held by her, to feel her lips on his.

Milla slowly opened her eyes and looked directly on his lips. She said nothing and he didn't break the silence. The time stopped for something that felt like eternity but was only a few seconds. She was making a decision, answering the question she knew answer to for days now. Loki put a lock of her hair behind her ear. And she knew.

Milla crashed her lips against his with a lot more passion than before. This wasn't an invitation anymore, it was a permission and a demand. She pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him to the wall. Maybe it wasn't the wisest of her decisions, but it was the only one that felt right. Out of the desperation, of the need of having him by her side. Loki laughed silently between the kisses and she smiled. He licked her bottom lip, asking again, and she let him explore every corner of her mouth with his tongue. He was delicious.

Loki hit the wall harder than she expected and he let out a surprised growl. She used that moment to kiss his jaw line and slowly move to his neck. She felt his pulse speed up as she bit him there, gently at first, then with more force. She would be disappointed if there would be no marks tomorrow. Loki's hold tighten around her. She never realised how much she wanted him, until her body was practically shutting down her brain. The only thing she was sure about was, that if she stopped, if she let him go, his warmth will disappear forever. And that was not something she could live with.

With one sudden movement, he grabbed her waist and lifted her upwards like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around his waist immediately, while he turned them around and pushed her against the wall this time. Her hands dived into his raven hair and her eyes fell shut as he kissed her collarbone. He held her tight around her waist and she felt safe enough to release his hair and move her hands to the only belt she found on his clothing and hoped is the key to removing this unnecessary layers of clothes between them. But apparently, it was a lot more complicated.

"How does this even work?" she hissed as she failed her second attempt. She heard his laugh and got a little annoyed. It made her pull his hair so he would look at her just before she kissed him hungrily and took his lower lip between her teeth. He took an unexpected step to the side and seated her on a dresser not far from them. They may throw down a vase with fresh flowers and some books, but it was not important.

"Easily, my lady," he said into her ear and with one simple motion he threw the coat and most of the armour away. She rolled her eyes at the drama, but before she could say anything, his lips were in the centre of her attention again. They here slowly finding way down her neck while his fingers were taking off her night robe. She was completely melting in his touch. Soon enough, she was only in her above-knee length nightdress, yearning for him more and more with each second.

Her hand slid down to his crotch, feeling his excitement through the pants. She heard him breath out when she started stroking him through the fabric. She was desperate for more contact and Loki knew it, sliding his palm to her thigh, rubbing upwards to her chest and squeezed her breasts gently. Milla reached for his shirt, ignoring the buttons and tearing the fabric apart. Loki didn't mind. He shook it from his shoulders and leaned to kiss her again, but she stopped him. She saw him shirtless before, but there was no place or time to treat his scars with love. She looked in his beautiful emerald eyes, more alive than any other moment before. She ran her fingers through every one of them, kissing them gently, letting him know how much he means to her. There was so much history behind every one of the scars and she wanted to hear every story someday. She wanted to trail on them until they are mapped, wanted to make him feel like we was safe again. She looked up and his eyes were shut, lips half-opened. She kissed him lovingly before looking in his eyes again. The silence fell, the only sound was their heavy breath and ticking of the clock.

"Come," she returned to standing and took his hand to lead him to her room. He did not hesitate and in a few seconds, they were up the stair and kissing again. They just couldn't get enough, making up for all the time they lost. It took them long minutes before they moved and another long while till they stumbled to her door.

They threw their shoes away and she pushed Loki to the bed. He grinned and pulled her on him. With one simple motion he took the edges of her nightdress and pulled it off over her head. He reached for her waist and placed underneath him. Milla was drugged by him, lost in his touch. Loki's tongue gently danced around her rosy nipples. Kissing her from the of her breasts to her neck and lips again. His fingers were slowly sliding down her belly to her inner thigh where he seemed to enjoy endless little circles. Milla moaned and looked at him, her vision blurry. He never moved his gaze from her.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. There was a glimmer in his eyes, the one she saw only once, the moment she was walking down the stair at her party. She was about to reply something, but the idea vanished and the only thing that came out of her mouth was a moan when he unexpectedly pushed two fingers inside of her. He could feel her heart beating faster, her cheek redden. She was trebling, begging for more, and he was going to give her more.

Just before she realized, his warmth was gone and before she opened her eyes, his skilful tongue joined his fingers and Milla was utterly lost. Everything went white and she knew if she didn't find strength to push him off her, she won't last. On a second attempt, she tapped his shoulder and made him move upwards again. Their lips crashed against each other and she used all her remaining strength to roll him over.

Milla didn't hesitate to look for a zip on his trousers. She took them off with a lustful look on both of their faces before returning to his lips. His hands wandered to the curves of her body, making him tremble with anticipation. She slowly moved to create a wet path to his lower abdomen while her fingers were taking off the last piece of clothing. His eyes watched her carefully, until she stroked his length which made him close his eyes and hiss quietly. His fingers tangled in her hair as soon as she embraced his erection with her lips, licking and sucking in a ways he could not remembered if he ever experienced. She looked up and had to smile at the pleasure written all over his face.

"Oh God," he breathed, feeling the familiar tension raising. Maybe she sensed it too, because she pulled her mouth off him and moved to kiss him. He did not wait - he grabbed her waist and in a second, he was on top of her again. Her legs embraced him again and before he did what he desperately longed for, he looked into her eyes, asking a permission. She put her palm on his cheek lovingly and nodded.

She threw her head back and another moan of pleasure filled the room the moment he pushed himself inside her. An animalistic groan also left his lips. He thrust inside her again and again, her nails dug in his shoulders, the moans of ecstasy rising in silent room. His deep powerful strokes put her into oblivion again, but this time, there was no intention of stopping. Loki was determined to give her the pleasure she deserved. She whispered his name, over and over again until he silenced her with a hungry kiss.

It didn't take long before she reached her breaking point. Her instincts took over her when her orgasm happened, a long moan escaping her lips. She lost control of her body, exploding from the inside, feeling the pleasure she forgot could be felt. Loki's satisfied cry, when he felt his own climax, took her back to reality. She forced her eyes to open and to look at him, and she had never seen anything as beautiful.

He collapsed o her body, his forehead resting against her shoulder till they both caught their breath. She felt his lips on her skin and couldn't help but smile and stroked his hair. Endorphins took over her thoughts. She couldn't remember the time they didn't know each other. And she didn't want to. This was right, both of them felt it.

She put her head against his chest and was listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingers were playing with her hair, holding her hand with the other one. After a few deep breaths, she dared to look at him again. He was smiling, one of those genuine smiles she doubted many people had seen. He kissed her, lazily.

"Promise me you won't leave," she whispered, feeling the sleep taking over her. She closed her eyes, feeling his lips on the top of her head. She smiled again.

"I won't," he replied. It was enough for her. She drifted off to sleep in seconds. She never saw how his face changed and smile disappeared when she asked him to promise. He closed his eyes, cursing the life he had chosen long time ago.

Sunlight woke Emma up at early hours of the day. She got dressed, made her bed and walked slowly to the kitchen to prepare coffee for guards starting their shift. She was humming silently, enjoying fresh morning air and calmness. The house was silent, the only sound was her own steps and birds in the garden.

She walked through the living room when something caught her attention. She never heard birds in the morning, terrace always had closed doors for everyone could climb the hedge and get inside. It was too dangerous. And another odd thing was a night robe folded on the dresser and dead flowers laying next to it. Emma stopped and turned around, chills running through her spine, her adrenaline level raising.

Milla was sitting on the chair, back turned to her, still as a stone. Emma frowned, it was unlikely that Milla was up so early and weird that she didn't turn around when she heard her coming down. The girl was making enough noise to wake her from her thoughts. She had this annoying feeling that something bad happened.

"Milla?" Emma said softly as she approached her. She didn't move. "Are you all right?" she tried again.

And Emma didn't need an answer to know that something went very wrong. Milla was hugging her knees, holding a cup of tea, her knuckles white from the grip, but her hands were still shaking. She was looking in front of her, still not giving any sign that she noticed her maid. Emma gasped when she saw her - her eyes were red and swollen, still full of tears that here and then lazily fell down her cheeks. Milla didn't make any sound or movement.

"Oh my God, what happened? Talk to me, please," Emma fell on her knees and touched her shoulder lightly. She had seen Milla sad, she had seen her crying, but never like this. So utterly lost and her strong spirit so desperately broken. She looked almost pitiful.

"Milla, please," her voice was stronger than she expected it to be. She shook with her friend and finally, Milla closed her eyes and took a sip of cold tea.

"I broke the first rule," she said, her voice hoarse, shaky. "Never break the first rule Emma."

"What is the first rule?" Emma was actually afraid of Milla now. She looked so desperate, so vulnerable.

"Never fall in love. Never. Never," she whispered, a new stream of tears running down her face. She started shaking, but never made a sound. Even now, she was trying to remain strong, but failing.

"Oh, honey," Emma hugged her and started stroking her hair. She didn't understand why wasn't Milla happy that she fell in love? It was undeniable that Felix loved her too. She had never seen her smiling more than when she was with him. Maybe she was just afraid that things will get bad, maybe she didn't want him to be in danger with her. She had seen Milla trying to protect her friends by making enemies out of them, she even tried it with her, but failed. Emma could only imagine how hard would that be with someone she loved.

Unless...

Unless he broke her heart.

"What happened?" Emma tried again, never stopped comforting her. And waited.

"Gone. He is gone," Milla mumbled.

Oh.

Johnatan was slowly eating his breakfast. He lost most of his appetite after Emma called him to help her. He carried Milla to her room. Thankfully, she was half asleep, for Emma gave her some sleeping pills Milla had from Midgard. Milla curled up against his chest and there was very little left of the woman he knew. Emma explained him that bit she knew before she locked herself in Milla's bedroom.

And now, he waited.

Finally, Emma came down with an unhappy look in her face. Johnatan stood up as he was taught and he was surprised when Emma hugged him. She had never done that. This day hadn't even started and it was strange already. But he didn't hesitate and hugged her back tightly.

"She is sleeping now."

"Milla is the strongest woman I know," he shook his head in disbelief. "I had seen a lot shit she had done and been through and now, her heart betrays her."

"It is a powerful muscle," Emma sat down and took a sip of coffee that they made for her. It lacked sugar and milk and was too bitter. She didn't care. "It makes you feel alive or kill you with ease." She was shaking too, concerned about her friend. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected that woman to look so damaged. "Did you find anything?"

"No," Johnatan replied. "The room was empty, no note, no nothing."

"It is really hard not to hate him right now," she sighed.

"We should call Andrea," Johnatan suggested, sitting down again.

"No, that's not a good idea," she frowned. Anytime Milla wasn't home or she did something more important, Emma changed from this sweet, loving and innocent girl into a woman with responsibility for the household an people in it. She aged when she did it. And right now, she was that woman again, trying to replace Milla as good as she could. Johnatan never liked the change. "She doesn't need anybody cursing him. Or taking her to meet new people."

"That what do you want to do?"

"Nothing. Give her time. And a hot chocolate when she wakes up."

The sun was too bright when she opened her eyes. Her vision was not focused and she had a hard time remembering how to move her limbs. Her head hurt. She tried to sit up, but was still too dizzy. It took a few minutes till the world stopped spinning and she could let go of the sheets. Somehow, they were making her making her feel safer. They were soft, and they smelled pretty. She was trying her best not to fall asleep again. But why was she so tired?

A foggy memory appeared, something about a cool morning breeze and a cold cup o tea. Milla closed her eyes, trying hard to remember, but partly dreaming . It was important, for some reason. Did she have a meeting? Or was she supposed to do something? Why was she so tired?

She felt like this before. A long time ago. So unfocused and drugged by something, but why? Oh, yes, the time she spend on Earth, the sea sickness she experienced while travelling from one continent to another. A gentleman, Milla couldn't recall his name, gave her pills. Yes, pills she took back home for they were more useful than any herb she had ever used here. It was always hard to fully wake up. But why did she take it now?

Emma gave them to her. Two. She should give her just one, that is enough, just one per night. But it wasn't night then. And why was Emma so concerned?

Milla opened her eyes widely and looked at the sheets next to her. She remembered and the bliss of forgetting was gone. He was gone. And suddenly, the head wasn't the only part of her body that hurt. Every muscle ached and all she could do was roll into a little ball and breath deeply. No, she was not going to cry again. She couldn't.

When the raising sun woke her up a few hours ago, she smiled. Her body reminded her what happened. Every second of the pleasure came back into her mind and she just couldn't stop smiling. And for seconds, she honestly believed everything will be all right from now on. Just until she opened her eyes.

The room was empty. There was no one right beside her. No second breathing, no warmth. The bed was cold. And the smile on her face froze, her heart skipped maybe more than one beat. The realisation hit her, right in the chest with no mercy. Milla knew that he didn't just got up and go to his room to get some rest. She knew he didn't go to the kitchen to have a coffee or for a walk in the gardens. Tears started burning her eyes as she sat straight. He did what he wanted before. Walked away from her life without farewell. He was gone and she was sure she will never see him again. That he is far gone by now and didn't want her to look after him. He broke the promise he gave her in the dark. The God of Mischief. When did she forget to think? Of course he broke it. He was used to breaking. He was a God of Lies. A trickster.

She got up in desperate need of air.

And then she woke up again. And no, it wasn't just another hideous nightmare she thought she got rid of when Loki became a part of her nights. She felt the cold in her bones, the feeling she almost forgot about. The feeling of emptiness, like everything she knew fell apart and she was too weak to pick up the pieces. But she was trying, that was the only part of her that always remained. After her husbands death, after murder of her family, after all those painful nights under the night sky or in the bed of a stranger, after days spent lying and after killing...the only thing that remained was her courage to make everything right again. But what was right anymore?

There was not much of it, but she gathered all her strength to make herself get out of bed and get dressed, to brush her hair and apply make-up. And she always knew what she had to do in the times that she was broken. She had a job to do.

Emma was talking to her mother downstairs. Apparently, Emma needed an advice but didn't want to leave the house. They both were so busy that they never noticed Milla walking the stairs. She got pass them and to the dining room to get an apple. It was just as soon as she got back to the living room when they were both looking at her like she was not from this world. And she understood - a pitiful being she was in the morning. Now, dressed in her finest dark blue chiffon dress, sleeveless with a loose skirt and high heels with hair was falling on her back like a waterfall, she looked like a goddess. But her eyes lacked the kindness, they were still full of sorrow.

"I have a meeting about the poison," Milla announced in a voice of a lady.

"Are you serious?" Emma's mother had always been the one that spoke her mind. There was a visible disbelief and a doubt in her eyes. Apparently, they expected Milla to...not be herself for a while.

"Milla, you know you can put is aside for another day," Emma said carefully. Milla felt awful for making her friend worry.

"I put it aside for many days now. Don't wait up," she turned around and walked pass Johnatan, pulling him by his sleeve. She needed a guard with her. A real one this time.

"So basically what you are saying is, that you have nothing," an older man, bold and not exactly thin sat in front of her, his small eyes constantly wandering over her body. She had been there for more than half an hour now, explaining the situation and telling him the little she knew about the poison that was supposed to kill her. She needed a lot of self control to not attack this man with his own belongings. There was a great variety of objects to choose from - from little metal statues to jars full of weird liquid, whips and swords from different periods of time hanging on the wall and of course, rope that was lying right next to her right hand.

"Basically, I wondered if could tell me how much something like this cost. But apparently, I came to the wrong place," she stood up, took the money she brought with her and headed to the exit without a second glance. She heard him calling her back, but she didn't stop. She was not wasting any more of her time with this man. Master of poison they called him but for her it was just another obnoxious, pretentious and ugly being. Milla met dozens of men like him, thinking she is only a weak and naive, and it felt so good to prove them wrong. And that usually required a few broken bones alongside with the money. And in a damaging mood she was. The sadness faded and the anger took place, fire burning in her eyes.

"Wait, lady. Please!" the man ran out of the building to stop her. she slowly turned around and waited for him to continue. When it comes to work, in the end Milla always gets what she wants. "The poison so strong to kill you in minutes is not an uncommon thing," he said.

Milla raised her eyebrows in annoyance. "Thank you, that is very helpful."

"No, no, wait," he shouted in a hurry when she turned again. "Not uncommon, but very difficult to prepare. There are only half a dozen people who could prepare a poison this powerful. I could ask around."

"Yes, please," she faked a smile. "Thank you."

"But it will cost you a little more," he said. Milla was expecting that. She threw him a little bag full of coins.

"That should be enough. You know where to find me."

The sun was slowly setting but she didn't took the turn back home. Johnatan was walking two steps behind her and honestly, he was scared. There was nothing of the Milla he saw in the morning in her. And he was glad for that, but here was nothing of the Milla he knew either. She didn't smile once, neither did she speak to him differently than in orders. He was not sure which Milla is the real one. She was made out of steel and fire and a great mask covered her face. The broken heart changed her and God helps first person who piss his lady off.

She went on the market. Most of the traders were gone by now, leaving only broken merchandize behind. The only opened shops were the ones with food and flowers, pharmacy and some restaurants and coffee shops. Milla gave Johnatan some money to buy food and wait for her on a bench where he had a good view on the whole square. She knocked on a closed bookshops' door and after a while, an old lady let her in. They looked like they knew each other, but Johnatan never saw the old one. Milla carried a thin little book out. She bought a rose from a young girl on their way home.

She tore each petal out, one by one, and then step on a stem.

Well, I did it. I wrote smut. Was it good enough? I am never sure with this kind of scenes. Again, leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter :)