Chapter Thirty-Three

An Impressive Cage

The sheer bleep of her mobile phone was unadulterated torture. Yet, when one stream of ringing fell flat, another would spring up in its place. Alex knew it was unprofessional to ignore her phone, even if it was one her coveted days off. The haven of her bed did little to ease the pain of the previous night or shield her eyes from the imprint of hundreds of flashes. The Australian press had been relentless, even to the point that the seemingly unflappable Tony Stark had been taken aback.

Loki was in Australia. While the press knew that he was coming, upon learning of his arrival, they demanded interviews. Would the prisoner make a statement? Would the press be allowed into the prison? And of course, the old favourites resurfaced: what if he tried to escape? Where was the prison? The only redeeming features of the entire night were the fact Tony was with her, he bought her a large drink afterwards and the press conference was in Canberra: which meant she got one delicious night in her own apartment.

Crawling from beneath the covers, Alex grabbed the phone during the fifth consecutive ring, merely grunting into the receiver.

"Where the fuck have you been, Alexandra? I have been trying to call you for hours."

Malory, great. Alex bit back the urge to inform her boss that he had only been trying to call for the past twenty-five minutes. Malory did not wait for a response, not that Alex was overly keen to give him one. Instead she busied herself fishing a sachet of instant coffee and a carton of long life milk out of the pantry.

"You have to return to Geraldine immediately."

Alex stopped, the sachet between her teeth, waiting to be opened. "What's happened?"

"The prisoner insists that he will only speak to you."

Alex cocked an eyebrow, pouring the coffee into a dusty mug. While it brought her endless joy that Malory's interviewing techniques had once again proven useless, she was more than a little apprehensive to see Loki again, or be with him in such close confines.

"Okay."

"Get Stark and be here as soon as possible." Malory hung up, leaving Alex with her eyebrows somewhere near her hairline. It was rare to hear Malory's voice so lacking in grease. In fact, the lack of "darlings", "my dears" and "little ones" was positively alarming. Setting the kettle to boil, she traipsed into the living room and threw a cushion at the bundle of blankets currently positioned on her couch. It groaned, the dishevelled features of Tony Stark peering up from under the blankets. Alex had not quite gotten over the fact that Tony Stark – the Tony Stark – had spent the night on her lounge room furniture.

"It'd better be an emergency," he moaned, "I won't settle for less than a zombie apocalypse. Maybe even a flood, if you're lucky."

"It's Canberra; the only thing that can flood around here is my toilet." Alex stalked back into the kitchen to take care of her coffee, yelling out as she went. "We need to get back to Geraldine ASAP. D'you reckon you're jet'll be ready to fly?"

"Tell you what, make me a coffee and I'll see what I can do."

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Tony's jet looked thoroughly out of place amongst the small, propeller driven aeroplanes littering the runway at Monkey Mia airport. A quick helicopter ride was all it would take to get them to Geraldine station. Though such obvious air travel was discouraged around the base, it could not be helped. Malory wanted her there as soon as possible, even if it did compromise the security of the operation.

Malory's mood was neither good nor greasy upon their arrival. He merely thrust a clipboard into Alex's hand and near dragged her toward the cage. The urgency still confused her. Why was it so important that she speak to Loki now? He would be imprisoned there for weeks, months, even years. Why were a few hours so incredibly crucial? At the door to the observation deck, Lucas stared at her furiously.

"Write everything down. Do everything you need to in order to get this information." Everything. What exactly did he mean by everything?

"Why am I writing it down, surely the observation team-?"

"The prisoner will not speak unless he is assured of complete privacy. Tinted glass, cameras deactivated and no sound. You will be completely alone in there."

"Why are we in such a hurry, surely-?"

"Your fuckbuddy is a fickle bastard. I suspect this window will close soon. I personally feel that I am the best suited to the job, but he insisted he speak only with you."

As the doors to the observation deck hissed open, Malory near pushed her into the glistening haven of buttons, screens and keyboards. A few employees turned, their faces relaxing as they realised that it was not the dreaded boss. Just the poor, likeable agent who was unfortunate enough (if the rumours were true) to share his bed.

Alex bee-lined for the young agent overlooking the observation monitors. "Becky, how's the prisoner going?"

Becky tossed aside her curtain of strawberry blonde hair, smiling at Alex. "He's being restrained now. You should be able to enter any second."

"And the guards...?"

"His lordship ordered that they leave too."

Alex smirked at the sarcastic inflection Becky placed upon his lordship. She knew full well that she was not talking about Loki, though the imprisoned prince would likely enjoy the reverence. No, the sarcastic nickname was given to the ever tyrannous Malory. Alex idly wondered if Malory had attempted something on Becky. She was pretty and petite – though busty – and not to mention blonde. Just like Alex. Malory's type.

Alex made herself a quick promise that she would never allow Malory to touch the young agent, though exactly how she was going to manage that was something that had yet to come to mind.

Shooting a quick thanks at Becky, she darted toward the elevator. The two guards greeted her on their way up.

"Watch out for him today. Feeling a bit blue," one of them winked, before the doors closed in Alex's face. She was well aware of the blue jokes that were being exchanged around the complex, but had yet to feel inclined toward engaging in them herself. Loki may have been the same colour as her toilet cleaner, but he was still the man she loved – passionately, endlessly.

And now she was finally going to be alone with him.

Stepping into his cage, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him in his Jotunn form. Would she freeze, her lips stuck to him like a tongue on a glacier? Or would it be like kissing an ice-lolly, cold yet pleasurable? It was getting close to summer, and the heat outside Geraldine station would soon reach up to forty-degrees centigrade. Perhaps Jotunn Loki would help her cool down?

Alex momentarily scolded herself for thinking of such things. She was a professional, and thoughts of Loki's icy blue popsicle were unsuitable for the situation. Biting her lip, she pondered what his deliciously cold tongue would feel like on her-

"I wondered when you would come."

His voice sounded deeper than she remembered. Perhaps it was his sour mood, or a ramification of his new form?

"I came as quickly as I could." She allowed her gaze to fall into his, storm grey eyes against crimson. Since depositing him in the cell a week before, she had barely had an opportunity to observe his new form – especially not up close. Now that the glass was shielded, her words private and actions unseen, she allowed herself to venture to the opposite side of the table. Slowly, she reached to cup his face, but he turned away.

"Do not touch me."

"Why not?" Her voice did not betray her hurt, but her hand fell none the less.

"Why not? I am foul. You should be cowering at the end of the table, not touching me." Loki's fists curled in their restraints. "I never wished for you to see me like this."

"But I have, and now you have to deal with it." Her eyes narrowed. "Considering you were brought up by one of the most 'advanced' races in the galaxy, you have a pretty interesting affinity for racism, Loki."

"I am a monster."

"No, you are a Frost Giant. I'm sure not all of them are monsters. It's a bit like saying that everyone who follows a certain religion is a monster, just because of a few fundamentalists. Or that all mortals are hideous because we have men like Malory."

"You are merely saying these words to extract information from me."

Alex smirked. "According to Malory, you've already agreed to speak to me, so buttering you up would be completely pointless." This time when she lifted her hand, he did not shy away. "You are blue, Loki, and yes it is a little shocking. The eyes and teeth are also bordering on creepy. But I'm not going to call you a monster." As the pads of her fingers brushed against his skin, she found herself shocked as to just how smooth it was. The ridges that lined his features were the only bumps she came across and she could not resist but to follow the complex patterns. His skin was icy, but not so cold as to burn her flesh. Loki's breathing seemed to quicken, but Alex was unsure as to whether this was because of her proximity, or that the ridges were supersensitive.

Removing her hand from her face, she dug into the pocket of her jeans (she had yet to change into her uniform), pulling out a tiny silver key. It had been easy enough to snatch from the guards as they passed.

"Malory told me to get information from you in whatever way possible," she whispered, unlocking the restraints around his ankles. As she moved to his wrists, she met his eyes once more. "But I have missed you Loki, and I want you first."

"You are shameless," came Loki's response, flexing his fingers as she freed his hands. "How can you want me in this form?"

Alex straddled his lap, running her tongue along the expanse of his cobalt neck. Dipping beneath his jaw, she could feel his pulse rushing. He was so icy, yet delicious, and every time her tongue grazed one of the ridges she felt him harden beneath her.

"I want you to be reformed, Loki. I want you to be free one day. Not a clean slate, but a fresh start. You can't have that unless you accept this," she waved her hand at his body, "and you can accept this unless others do to." Her lips brushed against his briefly. "Especially those who care about you the most."

"So we fuck?" he groaned, deepening the kiss. His tongue, as icy as the rest of him, felt delectable as it pressed against hers. Fingers, long and cold as icicles, curled in her hair. As his lips came to her neck, she muttered, "the bedroom", shivering at the sensation of his breath against her skin.

They removed themselves from the chair in mere seconds, and in this moment, Alex could not help but notice that her lover was undoubtedly taller (if only by a handful of inches) and broader than he had been before. He was no Thor, but the size was noticeable. Frost Giant, indeed.

Alex was thankful that the glass was already frosted in the bedroom (Malory's doing, no doubt). In a way, it disturbed her that her horrid jealous ex-lover was encouraging this union (no doubt to use it against her at a later date), but the scent, sight and feel of Loki was too overpowering. She wanted him. Needed him. Even if there was the horrid possibility that the glass would defrost and she would be found squirming beneath his dark blue ridged form.

Loki tore the grey jumpsuit from his body, leaving him in naught but an austere pair of boxer briefs. Alex made a quick note that she would never allow Loki to wear Asgardian underwear again. This sight... was breathtaking. The bulge at the front of these boxer briefs was even more so.

Ripping off her heeled boots, jeans, shirt and bra, she stood before him in her own underwear, a plain cotton pair fished from the bottom of her drawer in Canberra. They were hardly sexy, but they were drenched, and Loki's tongue brushed across his lips at the sight.

"Fuck me, you're gor-"

Loki clamped his hand softly over her mouth. "I want your cunt, not your lies."

Crass though he was, Alex felt herself smile. It was not a lie. He was gorgeous. The ridges continued down his body, forming delicate swirls and harsh lines upon his skin. His figure, while always impressive, seemed more so. It was almost primal. She wanted nothing more than to consume him, which is exactly what she prepared to do.

Her fingers found the elastic of his boxers before he could slap them away, pulling the thin material down over his arse and toward the floor. His cock, hard, slapped against his stomach as Loki fell back upon the bed.

"Sit up, you lazy bastard," she whispered. Loki obeyed, perching on the end of the bed, legs apart, cock poised.

Kneeling before him, Alex gently explored it with her eyes. She could swear he was bigger in this form, something which filled her with a little apprehension. He was ridiculously huge in his other form and she had not had sex in months...

Three ridges swirled along its base, stopping at the head. Slowly, she licked the path of one, revelling in the loud moan from Loki's lips.

Ah, thank Odin for sound proof glass.

Once the other two had enjoyed the same treatment, she drew his head into her mouth, licking the glistening drop of pre-cum from the tip. Loki fell back upon the bed, eyes closed as her tongue worked its magic. She loved doing this. Using one hand to stroke the base, the other dipped between his legs, gently kneading his testicles.

"Take it all," Loki gasped, hips thrusting. Alex obeyed, slipping his cock further down her throat. This single act caused him to utter a strangled yell, coming fast, filling her mouth with freezing cold spurts. She swallowed deep, still somewhat shocked by the temperature.

Loki grabbed her hair, lifting her face to meet his. "Lie on the bed, and don't make a noise."

Within seconds her back collided with the mattress, mangled blonde tresses spread across the flat, hard pillows. Loki knelt before her, his cock at half-mast, fingernails clutching at her undies, which he ripped from her body. She wondered just how many pairs of her undies he had destroyed.

"You have no hair."

She almost giggled at his observation. "I didn't just cut the hair on my head."

Loki merely frowned. "You will grow it back. I want to feel as though I am fucking a woman, not a young girl. Your hair too, you will not cut it again."

"Excuse me, you are the prisoner here. You can hardly issue orders – AH!" Loki swiftly cut off her protests, running his tongue the length of her slit. He did not go deeper, merely kissing the soft, waxed skin. Despite his disapproval, she began to think the wax was worth the pain and money – she was so damned sensitive.

The cold of his lips and tongue made short work of her hot, flushed skin. Every lick caused a gasp to escape her lips. And when he lifted her thighs over his frosty shoulders and proceeded to suck her, she had to bite into the pillow to stop herself from screaming. Just as she thought she could take no more, her hips were lowered and he speared her in one swift movement.

It had been so long since their last time, and his added size made this initial thrust somewhat discomforting, but with every roll of his hips the pain ebbed away. He did not feel that cold, and she wondered if he was somehow able to regulate his body temperature. After all, surely the Frost Giants did not earn their name by merely being the same temperature as a mild Tasmanian winter?

His rhythm slowed, body riding against hers as his long fingers kneaded her breasts and clit. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, emulating the act within their kiss. The embrace was almost leisurely.

She moaned her first orgasm into his lips, only to feel the second building mere seconds later. Fingernails grazed the lines of ridges upon his back, drawing dark blood as she came, draining from him his own choked climax.

"You are magnificent," she whispered against his collarbone.

Loki kissed her neck. "I will tell you everything, my Alexandra, if you let me do that again."