Loki set Annalise on her feet and walked to the window to draw the blinds. Evidently he wasn't interested in an early sunrise viewing. As she watched him, his queen pulled her earrings from her tender ears and set them in a jewelry dish on the bureau.

She held her hand out and studied her rings. Considering she had nothing to do with selecting them, she was quite pleased. It was so odd to see the diamond glittering from her ring finger. Her heart fluttered uncomfortably and she put her hand on her chest in alarm. Too much emotion. She was tired. It was time for bed. Why did tonight feel so different than all the other nights she'd spend with him? Annalise fumbled with the side zipper but got now where. She turned to her husband.

"Will you unzip me?"

Her king considered her silently, pausing for a long moment before nodding and obliging her. Silently Loki dug for the zipper and dragged it down her side. The god pushed the sleeves down her arms and helped his queen free of the dress. Loki had magicked away her panties sometime during the reception, and she found herself very much nude.

A sporadic wave of self-consciousness rolled over her as Loki leered openly. She strode back to the chest of drawers and dug for something to sleep in. Annalise pulled out the first piece she could find, which was, of course, a rather revealing babydoll. Better than nothing. She slipped it on and pulled open other drawers. She dug for a pair of panties, but caught Loki advancing from the corner of her eye. Undergarments suddenly became far less important than escaping to prepare herself for bed. Search abandoned, she skittered to the master bathroom and went to close the door, only to have it forced back opened by Loki.

The King smirked at her and waved his hand, disappearing his armor in favor of pajama pants that hung low on his hips.

"Go on," he urged her onto the cold bathroom tile.

Annalise cleared her dry throat and primly went about getting ready for bed. When they first moved in, she claimed the far sink. The girl reached beneath the counter and dragged her stepstool out and mounted it. She caught the corner of Loki's mouth twitching in her peripheral vision.
"You're welcome to lower it, you know."

Upon settling in, Loki had raised the sinks a good twelve inches to accommodate his seven-foot frame. The granite that should've hit her belly hit her chest when she went to brush her teeth. Thus: The stepstool.

She sighed and watched him wearily. Though he enjoyed his unnecessary morning showers and rituals, at night Loki was often too irritable to bother with human hygiene practices. He had no need for tooth brushing or showering and often went to rest without them.

With a sigh, Annalise looked in the mirror. The little queen felt around her hair for pins and while she did so, Loki sidled up next to her and began brushing his teeth. She paused, close to dropping her jaw in both surprise and indignation as she watched him. He didn't brush his teeth. They cleaned themselves, or something. What was he doing? She caught herself and resumed taking down her hair. After several minutes of pin removal, her triceps ached. She dropped her arms, breathed in deeply and rubbed her eyes. There were far worse things than going to sleep with a few stray pins in your hair.

Abandoning her search, she fumbled for her toothbrush and paste and began cleaning her teeth. Her eyes must have shut because she was startled when she felt foreign hands in her hair. Loki steadied her when she jerked, chuckling as he resumed his bobby-pin removal. His fingers roamed her scalp and made her shiver. She was practically naked and he was flush against her back; There was no way to hide her breach of unaffectedness. The king ran his hands through her hair one last time, satisfied that those blasted little devices were out of her locks. He liked it much better down and flowing over her bare shoulders.

Shaken from her stupor, the girl cleared her throat and continued with her teeth. Annalise spit in the sink, wiped her mouth and eyed him, lids narrowed. Neither said a word as he returned to his station. When Annalise grabbed her cleanser and squeezed some into her hand, Loki held out his, clearly expecting her to hand the bottle to him.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing, little peach?"

"Getting ready for bed."

"Then that is what I am doing as well."

She closed her eyes and counted to ten, inhaling deeply, then breathing out through her nose. The calming technique did nothing to soothe her exasperation.

"You are so irritating!"

She felt like a child, but he was acting like one. Fire with fire, etc.

"I assure you, I could do far worse."

"And I assure you I will kick you out of this bedroom. You don't even lay down half the time. You just watch me sleep!"

Loki chuckled and crowded her against the cabinetry of the sinks. When she wobbled off the stepstool, he swooped down to right it, picked her up and dropped her barefooted on the bench. Still she was significantly shorter than he was, she barely came up to his sternum, despite the boost. She scowled, trying to get around him without completely toppling from her perch. The king leaned forward and gently grasped her throat as he nuzzled his nose against hers. She tried to bite him. He reached around and gave her bare ass slap and she stilled, her eyes still glittering with anger. The girl started when his cool hand slipped against her breast and squeezed before seeking out her hardening nipple and rolling it between his fingers. His gaze rose from her chest to her eyes and he watched her intently.

"Do not ever lose this fire, Annalise," he growled as his lips barely brushed against hers.

She hated that her lower belly began to heat and twist. She loathed the fact that when he tenderly pressed his lips against hers, she couldn't help but surge forward, roughly molding her mouth to his and clawing at the hand around her neck as she clutched him with the other.

Loki ceased his gentle teasing. His hand abandoned her throat and instead cupped her rear, hefting her up against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his middle. Trusting him to hold her steady, she ruined her lingerie as she hastily ripped it from her body. Loki smirked when she pushed at the waistband of his pants with her heels, thanking God or a god or whatever was appropriate that it was elastic.

When the king's cock sprang free, she abandoned her fight with the pajamas. Instead, she rutted herself against his belly until he dropped her low enough to slide his swollen cock against her slit. He groaned and let his head fall back when his length slid easily against her slick folds.

"I will never tire of how you are always ready for me, my little queen. Does my mere presence do this to you?"

He tilted his head forward again, brushing his lips against her cheeks and chin as he whispered to her.

"Were you this wet during our reception? While all of the world's most important citizens stood only feet away from your slick cunt?"

With a growl Annalise nipped at his lip to bring his attention back to her greedy mouth and her throbbing pussy. Her husband snickered and bit her back even harder. She whined and made a face at the coppery tang of blood, but Loki was unwilling to let her pull away.

The king squeezed the globes of her rear, kneading her flesh with his strong hands. She gasped and dug her fingers into the powerful muscles of his back.

"Please," she whimpered against his mouth.

The man's smirk was devious, as per usual, but she could see in his blazing green eyes that he needed to be inside of her as much as she needed to feel possessed by him.

"Loki," she groaned, thrusting her hips insistently.

"As my little queen insists."

With a rough slam he entered her, her walls immediately clutching around him as if refusing to let him pull out. She panted against his shoulder before he shifted her weight to one arm and used the other to guide her mouth back to his.

In an effort to get even closer to him, Annalise pushed off from the wall. Despite her insignificant mass, her determined shove against the tile caught him slightly off balance. He righted himself after stumbling a few steps, crashing her back into a rack bedecked from floor to ceiling with fluffy white towels and terrycloth robes. A decorative duo of candles clattered to the floor and vaguely Annalise registered the sound of glass breaking, but seeing as she was otherwise engaged, she paid it no mind.

As if their minor relocation reminded Loki he was mobile, the king pulled his bride away from the tower of towels and walked her over to their twin sinks. He kicked her stepstool out of the way and plopped her on the counter as he spread his legs to adjust for the height difference. Loki changed his pace, slowly down and thrusting leisurely.

The poor girl dug her heels into his rear, her hands scrambling over his chest and back as the heat in her lower belly continued to build.

"You look distressed," he grunted. "Do you need something, dear wife?"

She disregarded his question and desperately pulled him to her, her brain completely overridden by her throbbing cunt. She arched against him like an animal, grunting and whining and gasping for air.

"It is rude to ignore, Annalise."

Whimpering in defeat, she rested her forehead against his hard chest, her body still jolting each time he thrust slowly into her.

Her words were slurred.

"Was there question?"

He growled into her ear.

"Do you need something, little girl?"

By this point, poor Annalise was trembling. Loki grabbed her by the hair and pulled, forcing her to look up at him. He stared at her expectantly, his hips slowing and threatening to stop completely.

"I need to come," she whispered. Now that his cock was no longer battering her velvety walls, she could think, and with thinking came bashfulness. She bucked her hips at him once, then buried her face against his chest.

"I know you do, darling," he soothed her, his grip in her hair releasing and stroking instead.

"Who do your orgasms belong to, wife?"

"You."

Her voice was muffled against his skin.

"And who do you belong to, Annalise?"

He groaned when his inquiry caused her pussy to contract over his length.

"I belong to you, my king."

With a grunt Loki reared back, knocking her back as his hips propelled him flush against her.

Modesty eased by his cock, the little queen leaned forward and whispered against his ear between gasps.

"You own me."

The moment the words left her lips she knew she would be very, very sore in the morning, but the look on his face was completely worth it: A mixture of desire, pride, possession, and something that could only be described as wickedly Loki.

With several brutal pumps, she felt him release inside her, the burn in her own belly exploded. For Loki to react so viscerally to her admission was a heady concept. The King of Earth, the title still sounded so silly, but that's what he was. The King got off knowing she belonged to him. Yes, she had turned herself into an acquisition, but her back arched as her cunt squeezed every drop of come from his kingly cock.

x

Eventually they stumbled their way back to bed. Loki was unwilling to release her, so she clung to him in her marsupial fashion as he stalked around the room with her.

She bit his shoulder. Somewhat gently.

"Put me in bed before you fall over."

He hmphed, offended that she thought him capable of falling over, but did as his wife bade.

After they both settled in, he turned to her with a stern expression on his face, his eyes focused on her middle. He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, but it was long enough for her to sense his anxiety. Slowly he hovered his hand over her tummy, and she saw on his face the exact moment he detected another life inside her.

He sighed, as if paternal responsibility was weighing on him already.

"We have indeed conceived."

Annalise's shy smile went completely unnoticed by Loki as he rattled off her new duties.

"You will receive my seed daily. Likely more than once."

Propping herself up on her elbows, she baulked. She didn't abhor sex with him, obviously. It was just that he said it with such certainty, like she had no choice in the matter.

"My darling queen, it is for your safety as well as the baby's. Without my… I believe you Midgardians call it DNA, inside you, neither you nor the child will survive. It can be administered orally or vaginally. Or anally, I suppose."

"No, no. Normal sex is fine," she stammered.

"Good girl."

She lay back and protectively placed her hands over her still-flat belly. She may not be showing yet, but she still felt fiercely protective of the little life inside of her. With an anxious-but-contented sigh she closed her eyes. He reclined beside her and, to her surprise, slipped an arm beneath her head, possessively pulling her to him.