Annalise pushed her sleeves up her arms and stuck her hands on her hips. Moving to the newly rebuilt Waldorf was proving to be quite exhausting. She wasn't aware she and Loki had acquired so many things in the short time they'd live at Carrollcliffe. The worst part was that she was exhausted and she wasn't even doing the heavy lifting. Her charges took care of packing her clothes and jewelry, and their tangible wedding gifts were carefully wrapped and stowed in a large Chitauri transport ship, along with everything else.

The royal couple was scheduled to move into the Waldorf once they returned from the summit taking place in Geneva. Annalise was eager to get Loki away from their current home as he found "moving" to be a waste of time. She tried to explain how many priceless gifts they received for their wedding. He claimed that if they found themselves in need of anything, he could conjure it or the Chitauri would procure it. His Queen humbly disagreed, which was how she ended up in charge of everything Waldorf-related.

x

As the aircraft continued its flight to Geneva, Annalise buckled herself in. Loki rolled his eyes at her.

"You have enough of me in you that a simple plane crash will no longer harm you."

"Are you really willing to test that?"

He inhaled as if to speak, then glowered.

"No, I suppose not."

She cocked a brow.

"Then permit me to ensure the baby's safety as well as my own."

The corners of the King's mouth flickered downwards.

"I would never let any harm befall you. Either of you. No one damages what is mine."

Immediately she regretted teasing him. With a pang of guilt, she realized his feelings were hurt. The Queen held out her hand.

"You don't have to wear a seatbelt, but come sit?"

The King hesitated, eyeing her cautiously before nodding once. Gracefully he made his way toward his wife and sat next to her, his long legs splayed open casually.

When she rested her head against his arm, he looked down at her in confusion. She smiled and tugged downwards at his shirt.

"Slouch, so I lean against you."

Somewhat befuddled, Loki raised a brow at her request but, after a moment, acquiesced. He compromised his impeccable posture and lowered himself to her level. When he sat motionless, she laughed and draped his heavy arm around her own shoulders, resting her cheek against his chest. Loki watched her with curiosity and held her to him once he understood the position she desired. Had the seatbelt not been a touchy issue, he would have simply picked her up and placed her in his lap, but he was unwilling to risk the wellbeing of his wife and baby.

As they began their descent, Annalise drifted off to sleep against her husband.

x

The couple dragged their feet as they walked through their hotel room door, both collapsing on the plush couch in the center of the room.

"That was exhausting," she sighed.

"Humans are exhausting."

She snorted.

The summit had gone well. Three days of negotiation ended in a series of agreements providing guidelines for the co-existence of humans and Chitauri on Earth. A large portion of the taiga was carved out of Europe, North America and Asia and gifted to the Chitauri armies under the condition that they destroy no more than twenty-five percent of the temperate forest to clear room for living space.

The royal couple, though diplomatically satisfied, were overtired. Far too delirious to move to the bed. Loki fell asleep first, his tall frame drooping onto her tiny one. She pushed and prodded his unconscious self until he lay out on the couch, his head in her lap. With a contented smile, she leaned against the arm of the sofa and closed her eyes.

x

The sweet sound of a baritone hum woke Annalise after several hours of sleep. Loki tugged his sleepy Queen into his lap, his voice rumbling in his chest as he continued his quiet serenading. With a groggy sigh, the girl squirmed until she straddled him properly and then lay her head to rest on his shoulder. If he wanted her, that was fine. But he was going to have to do all the work, or she was going back to sleep in his lap.

Annalise felt one of his cool hands slide along her ribs as the fingers of his other plucked at the front of her blouse, slipping each button from its slit. She arched, pressing her chest into his hand with a sleepy moan. The King chuckled and teased her nipples with an icy fingertip, smirking when she shivered in his arms.

She nuzzled at his neck, latching onto his pulse point and laving at it with her tongue. Loki groaned and cupped her jaw, pulling her mouth to his and kissing her languidly.

Annalise startled when she felt an additional set of lips against the side of her neck. She pulled away to turn and look behind her, but Loki buried his hand in her hair and tugged her mouth back to his.

"Relax," he murmured against her lips.

Annalise whimpered with uncertainty when the body behind her gathered the girl's hair and pushed it over her shoulder, exposing her neck for the mystery man's lips to properly nibble and kiss. Her heart pounded and her belly twisted, partially with arousal, partially with fear.

After digging her nails into Loki's forearm, her husband finally released his grip on her hair. She whipped her head around and her jaw dropped. Her gasp was cut off when one of Loki's clones grabbed her chin and pressed his mouth to hers, nipping roughly at her lower lip.

She was forced to speak against the duplicate's mouth on account of his refusing to stop kissing her. Already, her voice was already laced with ecstasy-induced delirium.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing with my little Queen," the original Loki murmured against her neck.

With a whimper, Annalise wasted a moment trying to squirm out of their grasp, only to freeze when the clone ground against her back, pushing her throbbing core into her Loki. The poor thing was so overwhelmed; the duplicate smelled exactly like her King, kissed just like her King, and made her melt just like her King. The instinct to resist was fading rapidly.

The twin growled, irritated that she still wore clothing and disappeared every scrap of fabric from her body with a snap. She watched the duplicate's face as he examined her chest with a lustful grin. Though he looked just like her Loki, Annalise suddenly felt shy and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Do not be like that, darling," the clone pouted.

Annalise whimpered and looked back at her Loki.

"Ah, ah. You will obey him just as you obey me," her husband chided, his breath puffing hot against her ear.

Hands shaking, she lowered them into her lap, giving the double free reign of her chest.

Since she was already twisted to face Loki's clone, her Loki helped her move so that her back was to him, offering his twin a chance to play with his wife's chest. The duplicate moaned as he took her in, her lips swollen and cheeks pinked. She was already panting, poor thing.

He leaned forward and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, prompting Annalise to drop her head back against her Loki's shoulder. With a moan, she clutched the double's head to her chest, burying her hands in his hair. She could feel him smile against her breast as he slithered his hand up her side to pinch at her other nipple.

Functioning almost completely out of her baser needs, Annalise's hips swiveled on their own as the men teased her, her core desperately seeking penetration. Both ground their hardening erections against her, and the original Loki began guiding her hips back and forth on his lap.

The double abandoned her breasts causing her to whine, but both Lokis crooned at her not to worry. A new set of hands groped her chest, and she relaxed back against the original Loki once more. When she felt cool fingers probing between her legs, she spread her thighs without a second thought. Annalise cried out as the twin plunged two fingers into her.

"Fuck," he growled. "You are soaked, little peach."

All she could do was nod; her mouth open in bliss.

She had no leverage until the men managed to spread her legs open so that her thighs lay on either side of the original Loki's. Once she did, her hips thrust rhythmically. Slowly the copy began fucking her with his middle and ring finger, drawing out quite possibly the most lascivious noises the girl had ever uttered.

Annalise could no longer function. The four hands on her body completely ruined her ability to think, let alone form any type of coherent sentence. She clutched at her Loki's arm, unintentionally digging her nails into his flesh so hard she broke skin.

Eyes closed, Annalise was unable to see her Loki make eye contact with the double and give him a nod. She wailed as the duplicate's fingers quickened their pace. He wasn't rough, but he was persistent as he curled his fingers inside her, gently but briskly stroking the perfect spot. The original Loki held her still as she tried to thrash, so desperate to come she'd fuck his fingers herself if she had to, but her husband wouldn't allow her the liberty. He crossed his arms over her chest, holding her petite form still as the fire in her belly burned. She could no longer feel the rest of her body, just the coil in her core twisting tighter and tighter.

"More, harder, please, please," she choked out, her eyes welling in desperation.

"Our poor girl," the duplicate soothed, wiping a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear. "Such a good, eager little peach."

Annalise drug her thigh back over her Loki's, attempting to kick the double away from her so she could finish herself since he insisted on dragging it out. Both men chuckled and her husband took her wrists in one hand and held her open with the other.

"I need it," she whimpered, wriggling in his grasp.

"What do you need, dearest?"

"To come," she whispered.

This time the twin spoke.

"Why did you not say so? We are reasonable gentlemen, are we not?"

He pumped his fingers into her fluttering cunt at a deliciously rapid pace, and Annalise twitched as her orgasm began ripping through her. She screamed, the coil deep inside her snapping as she came and gushed over the clone's hand.

"There's a good girl," her Loki purred into her ear.

Annalise lay completely boneless, her body still quivering from the force at which she came. Her lids began to slide shut when her Loki chuckled and picked her up, taking her to the bed in several strides. Delicately he lay her down as he crawled beside her. His twin joined them on her opposite side. With wave, the men were naked. Each gently grasped her hand and guided it over their straining cocks.

She inhaled sharply, overcome with a sleepy sense of greed as she stroked them both. Her gaze flitted from one to the other, unable to look away as she pumped her fist over them. Her Loki hissed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, while the clone pulled away and began to move between her legs. Sensing his movement at the dip of the mattress, the original Loki opened his eyes and snarled.
"No. You may have her mouth. You may be identical to me, but that delectable cunt of hers is mine, do you both understand?"

His clone smirked at the original, defiantly holding his gaze for several beats before giving a nod and crawling to Annalise's side once more.

His wife was not really in a position to respond, as his clone was rubbing the weeping tip of his cock against her lips. With a moan, she parted them, and immediately he pushed into her mouth.

Still glaring, the original Loki crept towards his wife and knelt between her thighs, stroking them reassuringly when her eyes grew wide.

"You take me so well, little Queen. We will give you extra strength for our flight home. After you've taken our come this time, you will no longer be vulnerable to trivial violence such as a crashing plane," he soothed.

Hesitating, the girl gave a sharp nod, her mobility limited due to the shaft in her mouth. She lay back and relaxed her thighs. The original immediately spread them and groaned, taking in her flushed, wet pussy. He fisted his length and dragged the tip along her slit, causing her to mewl and whine when he rubbed the head against her clit. She was still so sensitive, a fact that made both her husband and his twin grin.

His clone shushed her, stroking her hair as she took his cock deeper into her mouth. When she struggled to sit up, curious to watch her husband, both men shook their head and pressed her back against the bed.

"Relax. Enjoy yourself, little peach," the double soothed.

She nodded with a whine and lay flat against the bed.

When she felt the blunt tip of her husband's length nudging her entrance, she let the clone's cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop as her eyes slid shut. Knowing Loki, clone or original, was not one for neglect, she wrapped her small hand around his length and stroked while the original slid into her up to the hilt.

"Be a good girl. Take him back in your mouth while I fuck you, my Queen," her Loki growled sternly.

Her stomach fluttered in anticipation as she wrapped her lips around the duplicate once more, letting her eyes flutter shut as her husband began fucking her with slow, brutal strokes that made the bed rock with each thrust.

Stoking the length of his shaft she couldn't take all the way in her mouth, at least not while her body moved with each of her Loki's rough thrusts, Annalise continued her oral ministrations. When he groaned low in his throat, her eyes opened and she smirked around him, earning her a particularly merciless ram from the original Loki.

Neither the king nor his replica could last much longer, and the duplicate began thrusting demandingly into her mouth instead of letting her lay there and enjoy worshipping his cock. She swirled her tongue along the head, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned low in his throat, and she gently tugged at the base of his sac, pulling a guttural noise from the twin as he came in her mouth. Mindful of Loki's intent, she swallowed each drop, working to ensure the safety of both her and their baby.

The twin's shaft slipped from her mouth and he settled beside her, watching intently as her Loki plowed into his wife. The original Loki fucked her rhythmically, skin on skin slaps echoing throughout their room. Annalise was still so tender from her first climax that it didn't take much teasing for the telltale feelings of an orgasm to overtake her. She arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her husband let out an animalistic growl and surged forward, his hips hammering against hers as he fucked her through her climax.

The contractions of her tight walls around him made him grit his teeth as he lost control, his pelvis slamming against Annalise's as he let out a roar and flooded her cunt with his hot seed.

All three lay panting for several minutes, but eventually Loki waved his hand and the duplicate disappeared. Annalise turned towards her Loki, trying very hard to glare at him but she was pretty sure her sleepy smile negated the expression.

"Where did that come from?"

He shrugged.

"There are only so many ways to remind you that you belong to me. I thought I would get creative."

Chuckling, Annalise lay her head on his chest and let her eyes flutter shut, utterly exhausted.