The move for Jenny and her father turned out to be rather simple. They had very few possessions, having sold anything of real value a long time ago. They didn't even own a television. Everything they had fit into the back of Loki's pickup truck. Jenny's father struck Loki as a broken man. His back brace and slow shuffle spoke of a deep injury. His downward cast eyes were filled with wounded pride. He thanked Loki in a quiet voice but said little during the commute. It was just as well.
After getting Jenny settled, Loki returned home to his hotel message board that was full of reservation requests from the local townspeople. Loki canceled them all. He knew he would never forgive himself if one more person came to harm while in this house. He'd made the decision to shut down the business aspect of his home. He thought long and hard about whether or not to sell, but found he did not want to leave yet, not without seeing Thor again at least once. Furthermore he did not want any future owners to come to harm either. No, he would not sell. He would remain until he figured out how to make these bad omens stop.
At night his dreams of Thor were filled with his disembodied voice whispering on the wind, panicked and desperate to be reunited with Loki.
"Loki…"
"Thor! Where are you?!"
"It's dark here. The children won't let me out."
"Why?"
"They are doing as they are told. Help me!"
"How?"
"Find me…"
"Thor! Thor!" Loki cried out to the wind of the desert. He looked around and saw nothing and no one. He looked up in the sky and could not see a sun anywhere though the sky was blue. He put one foot in front of the other and began walking, not knowing if his chosen path would lead him anywhere. He filled his mind with Thor hoping that focusing on him would somehow unite them. The moments ticked by feeling like an eternity.
Loki then thought of the things Thor said whenever he managed to transport them from one location to another in his dreams.
"I think of where I want to be and then I am there." He changed tactics. If thinking of the man did not take him to him, then perhaps thinking of the places where he might be would work. Loki thought of the purple field of flowers and suddenly he was there.
The sky was red and everything had shadows and darkness. He looked down at the purple flowers beneath his feet.
"AH!" Loki jumped. The flowers tilted their heads up towards him and hissed at him. More unnerving was what he saw in the distance. Like a dark nightmare version of the emerald city, Loki's house sat in the distance; a black malignancy on the blood red landscape. On the edge of the horizon Loki could see the boundaries of this world. The mirror line was the beginning and end of this flat earth hell. Beyond the border lay the desert and blue sky. Thor's domain.
"If he's not out there then he is in here. I will find you." Loki muttered. The sound of a horse whinny behind him grabbed his attention and Loki turned. A large purple stallion with red glowing eyes stared at him.
"He's in there somewhere. Isn't he?" He said to the horse. A loud roar blew hot breath across Loki's cheek and he turned back to see the great bear, a twisted sinister grizzly creature towering over him, ready to strike. It's great big paw rose up to swat Loki down.
"Go to hell!"
Loki sat up, drenched in sweat. These creatures could not harm him, though he could tell they wanted to.
"Fuck!" He jumped out of bed. His adrenaline pumping from the nightmare. He grabbed a bottle of booze and drank straight from it, letting the alcohol calm his nerves. Wherever Thor was, he was in peril but why? Loki thought back to the last time he dreamt about Thor. It was right before he tried to destroy the orb. He couldn't help wondering if he was being punished.
He sat down on his bed and felt the tears coming. He worried for Thor and that harm would come to him for what he tried to do. He clutched his rosary in one hand while holding his mother's locket, the alabaster amulet in the other and began to pray.
"Dear God, I pray for the safety of Thor's soul, of mine, and of all who have ever come under this roof. Please help me. I'm afraid and I'm out of my depth here. Amen." Loki sat there for several minutes breathing deep and taking comfort in the artifacts of his faith and family. He thought of his mother and how much he loved her. He thought of Thor and of the hopes he knew would go unfulfilled. He was pulled from his meditation by the sound of a floorboard creaking in his room. Loki's eyes popped open.
"Thor?" The creaking stopped. "Baby can you see me? Can you hear me? If you can turn the lights on and off." Loki waited.
The floorboards creaked again and for a moment all was silent….and then….click. The lights went out. Then on. Then off. On. Off. On. Off. On…Loki's gleeful grin spread ear to ear as he sobbed in relief. The clicking stopped and the light came on.
"Thor?" Loki's voice trembled with hope and fear. "I've missed you so much! Can you talk to me? Or maybe come and sit beside me?" Loki's heart pounded in his chest. He had no way of knowing if this was Thor or some other malevolent spirit in the house. He held his breath as the creaking began again.
He gasped when the mattress dipped beside him. Loki closed his eyes afraid, but he did not flee. Come what may he would be reunited with Thor one way or another. He felt breath on his skin and breathed in, not realizing he'd been hold it. The smell of rain and ozone filled his nostrils and Loki sobbed, knowing it was really him. He felt something brush against his cheek and wipe a tear away. He opened his eyes but still saw nothing. He felt fingertips rake down his chest and his breath hitched. He reached for the invisible hand causing the sensation but was met only with air. A wayward strand of hair in his face moved of its own accord and tucked itself behind his ear.
"Oh Thor. I've been so worried. I'm still worried. You're trapped in that dark place aren't you?" Loki cried and he felt the palm of a large strong hand ghost up his bicep. His hair moved, as though pulled to the side and he felt unseen lips nuzzle his throat.
"Oh Thor…" Loki shifted back up the bed to lie back. He pulled off his boxers and stretched out naked, giving up his body as an offering. Loki gasped when he felt the weight of an entire human body covering his own. He felt lips on his and opened his mouth to taste the ghost tongue that massaged his. Loki reached up instinctively to wrap his fingers in golden hair, but again grasped nothing. Each time he tried to initiate contact it disrupted the sensation of Thor's touch. Loki learned quickly that he could not reciprocate. He could not give pleasure, only take it.
"Oh my love. Take what you need from me. All that I have is yours Thor. I want to please you." Loki spread his legs and bent his knees exposing his entrance for penetration. Loki felt a mouth on his cock and howled at the otherworldly feeling. He was getting a blow job from the invisible man. He watched his cock in fascination as it moved and was manipulated in the air by an invisible mouth and throat. He fingers dug into the comforter on his bed as he panted and made a hilarious orgasm face.
"Oh Thor!" Loki's dick twitched and his balls drew up. When he came his ejaculate hung suspended in the air, as if collecting in a transparent throat before dropping down and soiling Loki's bed.
"Take me Thor! Fill me. Fill me with whatever you can give me love. I belong to you darling!" Loki mewled as he came down from his high. He felt fingers circling his tight ring. "Ooh!" Loki moaned. The breach came and Loki felt two large calloused digits scissoring him open. He felt a wet substance filling him and yelped in surprise. For a moment his body tensed up but Loki forced himself to relax, realizing what was happening.
The feeling of Thor's fingers returned. There were three this time. "That's it darling! Make me stretch! Make me gape! I want to see what I look like inside when you stretch me open." Loki felt the loss of the fingers and he growled at the air above him. He stopped when he felt something smooth, large, and blunt nudge at his hole. He braced himself.
"OH THOR!" Loki yelled when something very large and meaty spread him apart. Loki's hands scrambled for something to hold, eventually grabbing the pillow on which Loki's head rested. As Thor set a brutal pace Loki watched as his entrance stretched, and bobbed, and clenched with the movement of the ghost dick that fucked him. Loki felt Thor pounding that beautiful spot inside that made his vision go white over and over again.
"Oh God baby! I want to hold you! I want to suck your dick Thor! Oh! I love you! I want to make love to you! Oh God! Oh baby!" Loki couldn't help the tears in his eyes. He felt so much. He wanted so much. The speed picked up and Loki wondered absently if Thor was able to actually come inside him. He would certainly welcome it.
"I want to be with you! Sssahhh! Oh god!" Loki keened as his cock splashed his seed across his stomach. The movement inside him sped up and became erratic and then...
BOOM!
The bright ball of light appeared filling the room with a flash before disappearing and leaving Loki alone. He sat up, feeling bereft and in need of someone to hold.
"Thor?" He listened but he could tell there was no one there. Any sense of any kind of presence was gone. "I love you Thor. Do you hear me? I love you." He curled up into a ball on his bed, nuzzling his pillow which was a poor substitute for the real thing.