A/N: Yea! What's this? New chapter! You better believe it. I have neglected assignments and digital paintings and such I could have done instead. I don't know when the next will be. I kicked my writers' block (well, Caleb, you kicked it for me), and hope to have another chapter underway soon... around life interfering. For now, enjoy!
Warning: naughty smutty M bits further down. Heh.
Rain was lashing at the rocks around me as we crouched in an outcropping, staring out at the lighthouse. It was dark inside, proving abandoned. The wind tugged at our clothes and hair, as resolutely we set out across the stony landscape. Loki was still quiet after last night, and I wasn't sure what to say to break the silence deepening between us.
Our quiet clamber over the rocks took the better part of the morning, as we kept hidden from the hollowed windows of the tower, despite its desolate appearance. The sun was beginning to warm the rocks around us as we reached a large and mostly rotten door – the way into the lighthouse.
Silently we crept into the musty building, and I hurriedly suppressed a sneeze as dust floated up around us. I'd thought that lighthouses were one tower-like room with a sweeping spiral staircase to the light, but that was not the case with this one. Stairs did indeed lead upwards, but there was obviously a few landings, which I could see doors leading off of. Some were boarded up even.
"Do we have to check each room?" I asked Loki, as he followed my gaze up the stairwell. I'd expected my voice to echo around the abandoned building, but it seemed quieted by the empty expanse above us.
Thankfully, Loki shook his head. "I will be able to feel the weapons' power." He replied, equally muffled. "It feels faint, but here. Up."
He began climbing the stairs, and I followed, trying to keep up with his long legs. He didn't stop at the first floor, or the second. We climbed higher, and my stomach clenched thinking of the structural integrity of the old building. It had been here since 965, or before, for all I knew. Loki stopped on the fourth floor, and looked around. There were only two doors on this level, whereas there had been three to four on other levels. However, I reasoned to myself, to build a tower with any hope of weathering storms (especially in such ancient times), the base should be much larger than the peak. The tall god at my side glowered at the blank wall for a moment, before heading to the nearest door. I scurried after him, peering into the dark room. The dust was thick in here, and I thought I heard the skittering noise of rodents as Loki swung the door wide, letting the minimal light from the tower centre into the room. The room was filled with bits of broken furniture, and old crates. No pedestal containing any magical weapon, unfortunately. We briefly glanced around, before he stormed to the next room, flinging the door wide. Much like the last, nothing stood out.
"Search the rooms?" I suggested hesitantly. I could tell the delay was frustrating him. "You take this one, and I'll search the other. It has to be here somewhere, right?"
Tersely, he nodded. I headed back to the previous room, peering around before stepping towards the first bit of furniture. I could hear Loki's angry muttering from his own search, and my heart sank. The weapon had to be here, we were certain of it. Loki seemed to be able to sense its power, and had led us straight to this level. Surely that meant it was here.
Searching the furniture proved fruitless, as there were no hidden weapons in the ancient upholstery, though I had doubted that was where I would find the weapon. One last piece of furniture remained – a crumbling bookshelf with small, decomposing piles upon the sagging shelves. I assume they were once books. Idly, I wondered what had happened for this to be abandoned fully furnished, and left in such a state all these years.
Carefully, I swept the remains off the shelves, only one breaking under my light touch. I sighed, as I'd been hoping not to break something. I turned away from the shelf, but something caught my eye. I turned back, bending over to look closely. Imbedded in the wall beneath the shelf that had broken off was a small mechanism. It appeared to be a small lever, rusted with age. Warily, I pulled on it. A grating sounded from the wall, and I stumbled back from it as it began to shift. Loki caught my arm, steadying me, having appeared at my shoulder, evidently hearing the noise. The bookshelf swung wide, revealing a small and dark room beyond. When the wall had stopped moving, Loki started forward, looking around the new room.
"I can feel it." He muttered, looking around the secret chamber. Obviously he had better dark vision than I did, as I couldn't see anything in the hidden room. With a snap of his fingers, Loki cast a small ball of flickering green flame into the air, illuminating the space. A tall armoire sat against the wall, gleaming faintly in the light. There was no dust in this room.
Almost nervously, Loki swung the doors of the armoire open. Inside glowed with a faint light, though the space within was empty. He remained staring at the space, and I slowly started forward, into the room. Walking up to stand at his shoulder, I worked a knife out of the inside of the door, catching the note as it fell.
'Looking for something?' It read in a scrawled black hand. It was dated not even a month ago. Loki's hands balled into fists, and he struck out, slamming the armoire closed.
"An echo." He hissed. "I felt its echo. It was here."
"Someone got here first." I murmured, offering the note and knife to Loki. He examined the note for a second, before turning his attention to the knife.
"It is from Nilfheim." He said darkly. He turned, storming out of the room, and I scurried to follow him.
We returned to the cottage without speaking another word. Both our moods were darkened with our failure. A weapon we needed to control the world, and someone else had beaten us to it. A small, bitter, smile crossed my face briefly as I wondered how many people shared our ambition of controlling Earth. Surely a weapon of such power wouldn't be of use for much other than that. Ironic, that we'd have to get this weapon off of some other egotistical being with the same intentions as us – saving the world to take it over. Though, that wasn't necessarily a bad plan, and I told as much to Loki.
He looked sceptical. "Let him use the weapon?"
I nodded, enraptured with my plan.
"Would that not be counterproductive, my dear? Letting him have the weapon would give him a chance at success."
"Yes." I admitted, to the displeasure of the Asgardian before me. "But," I continued hastily, "Wouldn't it be easier to let whoever do most of the work of subjugating the human race with the weapon? Observe their patterns, how the weapon works, and when they become complacent with power we take it from them. Save the world from this power, keep the weapon that everyone will then know and fear, and already have the humans subjugated."
Loki looked thoughtful, nodding slowly as I explained my plan. "Not a bad plan, little one." He surmised once I'd finished my excited babbling. "Such a plan will take time, however, as we must be patient until our opposition emerges from the shadows.
"Isn't time something we have plenty of?" I queried, sidling closer to the tall figure.
A seductive smirk crossed his lips as he looked down at me, blatantly allowing his eyes to continue, raking my figure. "Indeed it is, my dear." Loki purred. "Time is something we have a plenty… and I can think of most entertaining ways in which to pass it."
A smirk to rival his graced my lips, as I fruitlessly feigned innocence. "What most entertaining ways might you be thinking of?" I sidled away from him, feeling his gaze on my backside. Stretching languorously, I settled on the arm of the couch, looking up at Loki through my eyelashes. His eyes were dark, as he regarded me, perching lightly on the furniture. In the dim light he looked more predatory than ever, taking long, purposeful and unearthly graceful steps towards my position. I shivered in anticipation, watching his approach on my spot. I was very much prey, and he knew it.
And I most certainly loved it.
A pale finger tilted my face towards his as he bent to murmur in my ear. "Ways of having you, my sweet. Taking you, using you, inside and out until all you know, all you can think of, is myself. Until you are mine."
"I'm already yours, Loki." I whimpered, a bit breathlessly.
"That is not the notion you entertain, my love, and we both know it. You support me, indeed. You still believe yourself independent of me, however. That, if you so wished, you could walk away from me. An amusing belief, but one I should dispel."
His breath was hot along the exposed skin of my neck, and my breathing hitched at the silken voice trailing over my senses.
"You could walk away, my pet, I will not deny you that. We both know that you have no one, nor anywhere, else to go. I am what you have, and what you know. But more than that keeps you at my side."
His hand on my jaw slid smoothly to tangle in my hair, holding my head still as his chilled lips caressed my neck. His other hand rested on my knee a moment, before sliding up my thigh, coming teasingly close to the burning heat in my midsection, before wrapping around my waist.
"No, pet, what keeps you here is the knowledge that no one – no mortal man or woman – could ever surpass what I give you. You would pine for my touch, my pleasures, even in the throes of desire with another. It would be my name bursting from your lips, even as you tendered your affections elsewhere. This fact makes you mine, and mine alone, does it not?"
"Yes." I whispered hoarsely, arching my back to press against him. I gasped as he swung me up off the couch, slamming my back against the wall, one arm beneath my legs, which wrapped around his waist, the other still knotted in my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. I could feel him pressing against my centre, his hardness as his lips trailed down my exposed neck. My own arms reached for him, wrapping around his shoulders and running through his shortened hair as my lips assaulted his jawline, his neck, whatever I could reach. A growl sounded from his throat as he ground himself against me, feeling the heat radiating through my jeans. His hand slipped from my hair to lift my shirt, allowing more skin for his teeth to roam, nipping and kissing my pale skin, marking it as his own. I squirmed at the sensation, deliberately rubbing myself against him, and smirked into his lips as his mouth returned to mine. His hands unwrapped my legs, returning me to the floor, and began hastily unbuttoning my clothing. Following his lead, I began tugging at his own clothing, which was shed as quickly as my own. Soon enough, he was back pressing up against me, hands sliding beneath my thighs to lift me back against the wall. My legs entwined around his hips, pushing my shoulders into the wall to press my hips into his, hearing him groan into my hair. His hand slipped around my hips, rubbing at the wetness already wanting him. I squirmed impatiently as he slowly slipped a finger inside of me, wanting his length inside me already, aching at such a slow pace as he took now. I felt him smirk against my jaw as his mouth nipped and kissed my neck, trailing lower at a snails pace, finally reaching my breast as he slid a second finger into my folds. His finger curled inside me, and a moan escaped my lips, as my hips bucked against his hand. Excruciatingly slowly, he removed his fingers, and moved his mouth back to mine. I squirmed at the emptiness, trying to manoeuvre him inside of me, where I so desperately wanted him.
"Please." I whimpered, as he slid his length in between my lips, achingly close to where I desired him. "Please, Loki…"
"Good girl." He smirked against my skin as he pushed into me. Another moan escaped my lips, swallowed by his mouth crashing to mine, his tongue beginning to explore my mouth, battling with my own, as he began to move within me. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, drawing another whimper from my mouth as his speed increased, hands holding my hips to his in some desperate need. My head tilted back in pleasure as his mouth resumed its torturous path to my chest, which was heaving in pleasure. I could feel the pressure building between us, the desire and need to feel his skin against mine, and my own against him, rubbing and pleasuring the other.
His pace built again, until it was all I could do to cling to the muscled shoulders of the Asgardian before me, nails leaving small furrows in his skin. Cry after cry escaped my mouth, and a primal growling emerging from his. It resonated in my chest, his lips pressed to my sternum, and I felt myself lose control, desire building and pooling within me. His own finish closely followed me own, a groaning, shaking end deep within me. We remained that way for a moment, breathing deeply, before he released me to slide down the wall. My legs gave out, and I puddled at Loki's feet, staring up at the tall god before me. He grinned at my position, before bending down and pressing a kiss to my forehead, scooping me into his arms.
"Rest, my sweet." I distantly heard him murmur. "Only time will aid us now."