A silver panther lay at the end of the broken Bifrost mourning. She didn't know what led up to this moment, how could she? Her lover kept a lot from her it seemed as she sifted through their memories together.
"Here we remain as a beacon of hope, shining out across the stars. And though we have fallen into man's myth and legends, it was Asgard and its warriors that brought peace to the universe. But the day will come when one of you will have to defend that peace." Odin explained to three young children two boys and a girl. They stopped in front of a glowing blue casket.
"Do the frost giants still live?" asked one of the boys his black hair glittering in the torch lights.
"When I'm king, I'll hunt the monsters all down and sly them all!" the blonde-haired boy jumped and punched the air. "Just as you did father," he sighed happily.
The girl in between them rolled her eyes at him. "Thor, that's not what... You know what never mind." she sighed.
Odin looked at the three of them growing serious. "A wise king never seeks out war. But," he paused and looked at each of them. "He must always be ready for it." He started walking off the boys looked at each other smiling before racing after him the girl sighed again rolling her eyes and followed them.
"I'm ready father," Thor said proudly, Loki looked at him. "So am I"
"Only one of you can ascend to the throne. But both of you were born to be kings."
A two hundred years later
In the training grounds, a young female with silver hair and cat-like ears could be seen training. Tyr was teaching his daughter hand-to-hand combat with daggers. Every time he knocked her on the ground, he would cry "Again". She was exhausted, yet extremely determined to get it right.
"Father, what am I doing wrong?" she cried stomping her foot.
"Dreyma, you're not trusting your cat-like reflexes. Trust in your body, you have an advantage not many of us do." Tyr ruffled her hair and ears affectionately. "Now, do you want a break or should we try one more time?" he pointed to the balcony where her mother Freyja, and grandparents Odin and Frigga stood along with Loki and Thor. Dreyma blushed slightly at the audience but mostly at Loki's presence.
"One more time Father." she had a determined look on her face and he gave her a knowing smile looking up and seeing Loki trying to see her.
She took the stance he had shown her, charging forward feinting right before leaping and twirling her body midair over him. She kicked out her feet knocking him forward on the ground effectively pinning her father below her daggers crossed in front of his throat.
"Wonderful liten panter*(Little panther)" Tyr praised his daughter. Dreyma sheathed her daggers jumping up and giggling.
"I did it!" she cried happily. Tyr smiled ruffling her ears.
"I'd say that deserves a break for the day. Go, play with Loki and Thor." Dreyma squealed running towards the boys and dragging them off to the stables.
"Dreyma wait up," Loki called out, she turned her silver ears perked forward as she giggled and ran off ahead. Loki chuckled as he and Thor chased her.
Tyr watched his daughter and his little brothers beside Odin. "They're getting to that age Father. She is starting to feel for Loki, I could tell during the training session. She became more confident when she saw him."
Odin nodded, "We knew it was a possibility. Hopefully, she will grow to calm his chaotic tendencies." Tyr nodded watching his daughter tackle Loki from behind in her panther form licking his cheek.
Loki chuckled as Dreyma tackled him licking his cheek. "Drey, what are you doing?"
Five Hundred years later
Dreyma looked down at her dress, it was her 1,000th birthday. Her parents decided to throw a ball-themed birthday party. Her dress was a form-fitting filigree cut-away bodice with a plunging neckline flaring at mid-thigh into a mermaid-style skirt. It was an emerald green faded to black at the bottom. She felt confident in it hoping that maybe just maybe he might notice her tonight. She had just returned from going away with her father Tyr to train as the Einherjar's top druid and learn to control her seer ability.
As Dreyma walked into the throne room she saw her parents beaming at her beside her grandparents. She bowed respectfully as Odin stood tapping Gungnir against the floor the resounding crack quieted the entire room she flushed slightly, as all the attention turned towards her. Dreyma moved through the crowd gracefully, like the panther she preferred. Her ears were encased by a purple druidic braided crown, and in the center of her forehead was a purple gem swirling with her seiðr surrounding it were antlers for the druidic circle she now represented.
Making her way to the Allfather she noticed a pair of emerald green eyes following her movements, Dreyma looked over in his direction seeing Loki after being gone so long made her stomach do somersaults. He had grown more handsome in her absence. She nodded her head towards him before stopping in front of her grandfather kneeling before him.
"Today we celebrate Princess Dreyma Týrdóttir's 1,000th birthday as well as recognizing her as the first female Einherjar druid!" Odin's voice boomed through the hall Dreyma stood and turned around to face the whole of Asgard bowing her head before stepping off to the side and standing next to her father Tyr. Her head dipped a bit in sadness as she watched Loki dance around the hall while she stood proudly by her father's side.
Tyr watched his daughter before nudging her. "Go, he will never know if you don't tell him now will he?" he smiled encouragingly towards his daughter.
Loki's eyes scanned the crowd at the ball, his gaze falling upon Dreyma. He couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration as he took in her exquisite dress. The emerald fading to black, accentuated her figure perfectly. She looked stunning, and he couldn't deny that she had caught his attention.
Though he had been distant lately, preoccupied with his own affairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at seeing Dreyma's growth. Her training with Tyr had clearly paid off, and her newfound confidence was evident in the way she carried herself. As he made his way towards her, his mind couldn't help but wander to the time they had spent together. Their shared adventures, their whispered conversations under the moonlight, and the way her laughter had echoed in his ears. She was more than just a companion to him; she was a kindred spirit, someone who understood him like no other.
But as he approached, he noticed a fellow Asgardian standing beside Dreyma, his gaze fixed upon her. Loki's jaw clenched, and a surge of possessiveness coursed through him. Who was this god, daring to steal Dreyma's attention away from him? He fought to keep his composure, reminding himself that he had no claim over her.
With a forced smile, Loki joined the conversation, trying to mask the turmoil brewing within him. He listened attentively, though his mind was consumed by thoughts of jealousy and anger. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking his place in Dreyma's heart.
But as the night wore on Loki realized that he couldn't let his emotions control him. He had to trust in the bond they shared, in the connection that had brought them together. He knew deep down that Dreyma belonged to him, just as he belonged to her.
And so, with renewed determination, Loki vowed to show Dreyma just how much she meant to him. He would make sure no one else could ever come between them, and that their love would withstand any challenge that came their way.
Dreyma watched Loki with her golden pantherine eyes as she dismissed the Einherjar she had been talking to. "Loki, come with me." she led him out onto the patio that overlooked the beautiful city of Asgard. She sat on a bench motioning him to join her. "What is going on with you? You are normally the one keeping me from losing my mind," she whispered.
Loki followed Dreyma out onto the patio, his eyes meeting hers as she sat on the bench. He could sense the concern in her voice, and it tugged at his heart. Taking a seat beside her, he took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.
"Dreyma, my mind has been consumed by... complications," he admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "There are matters that require my attention, and I have been distant, I know. But it's not because you are losing your mind, my dear. It is because I fear losing you."
He paused, his emerald gaze fixed on the cityscape before them. "There are forces at play, forces that seek to tear us apart. And in my foolishness, I allowed doubt and jealousy to cloud my judgement. I see you talking to others, and it fills me with an irrational fear of losing you to someone else."
Loki turned to face her, his eyes pleading for understanding. "But I realize now my actions have only pushed you away. I should have trusted in our connection, in the bond we share. I am sorry, Dreyma, truly sorry for allowing my insecurities to overshadow the love we have for each other."
He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "You are the one who grounds me, who keeps me from spiraling into the madness. I cannot bear the thought of losing that. So, please, forgive me for my foolishness and know that you are the one who brings me peace."
His voice softened, filled with sincerity. "I love you, Dreyma. And I will do whatever it takes to make things right, to show you that you are the one who holds my heart."
Dreyma looked at him with her golden eyes softening. "My foolish trickster, you ground me in ways you know not. You calm me instantly when I'm about to lose myself to the rage within because of the berserker inside. You are the one and only in my heart. There will never be another." she cupped his cheeks kissing his lips tenderly.
Loki's heart swelled with relief and love as Dreyma spoke her words, her golden eyes softening with sincerity. Her admission of the calming effect he had on her, even in the face of her own inner battles, touched him deeply. He felt a surge of warmth spread through him, melting away the doubts and insecurities that had clouded his mind.
As her lips met his in a tender kiss, Loki closed his eyes, savoring the moment of connection between them. It was a reassurance, a reaffirmation of their bond, and he reciprocated the kiss with equal tenderness. His hand gently cradled her face, his touch filled with affection and devotion.
When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. "Dreyma, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of grattude and adoration. "You are my anchor, my solace. There is no one else who holds a place in my heart like you do."
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, cherishing the moment of closeness. "I promise you, from this moment forward, I will do everything in my power to be the partner you deserve. To support you, to stand by your side, and to cherish the love we share."
Loki's eyes met hers, his gaze filled with determination. "No matter the challenges or the threats we face, we will face them together. Our love is stronger than any force that seeks to tear us apart. I will protect you, Dreyma, always."
And with that Loki held her close, their hearts beating in sync, ready to face whatever obstacles lay ahead, knowing that thier love would be their constant guiding light.
'Did you know then?' Dreyma thought to herself as she lay at the end of the broken Bifrost. 'Did you know what you were about to plan? That you were about to destroy everything you promised to protect me from?' She sighed watching the swirling galaxies beneath her as she thought back to Thor's coronation that was the catalyst for everything going to shit.
Dreyma watched as Loki entered the throne room in his beautiful green and gold armor from beside her grandfather Odin and father Tyr. She dipped her head to her lover as he approached her.
Loki's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he caught sight of Dreyma. He acknowledged her with a nod, his expression a mix of curiosity and calculation. Approaching her, he spoke in a smooth, yet slightly sly tone.
"Dreyma, my dear, it is always a delight to see you in the presence of the Allfather and Tyr. What brings you to this illustrious gathering?"
"As if you don't know Loki," she teased they both knew Thor wasn't fit to lead yet... That having him ascend to the throne was a mistake he was too bloodthirsty and war hungry. But no one listened to them.
Loki's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned closer to Dreyma, his voice barely a whisper.
"Oh, my darling Dreyma, you know me too well," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Indeed, it seems the realm has made a grave error in entrusting Thor with the throne. But fear not, for we shall find a way to rectify this situation. The crown will not rest upon his head for long."
His eyes flickered with a mix of determination and cunning, reflecting the wheels turning in his devious mind. Loki was always one to seize opportunities, especially when it came to reclaiming power and shaping the fate of Asgard to his liking.
She looked up into his emerald eyes as she subtly held his hand. "Loki, don't do anything stupid... please?" she pleaded softly as the trumpets began to blare Thor came into the throne room getting the crowd worked up as he approached Odin Allfather.
Loki's grip tightened around Dreyma's hand, his eyes never leaving Thor's approaching figure. He let out a soft chuckle, masking his true intentions.
"Oh, my dear Dreyma, rest assured that I am always one step ahead," he assured her, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance. "But worry not, for I shall be cautious in my endeavors. After all, the chaos I create must serve a purpose."
As Thor reached Odin, the crowd's anticipation grew, but Loki remained composed, his gaze shifting between Thor, Odin, and the rest of the room. He knew that his actions in the coming moments would be crucial, and he would not let his emotions cloud his judgment.
"Watch closely, my love," he whispered to Dreyma, his tone filled with a mix of excitement and determination. "The stage is set, and the game is about to begin."
She stood nervously he had never told her his plans. He had been blocking her out lately the closer they got to this day the more he became brooding and locked her out emotionally. "Elskan minn?" she whispered nervous as Odin whispered 'Frost Giants'
Loki's eyes flickered towards Dreyma as she whispered his endearment, her nervousness palpable. He could sense her unease, but the weight of his plans and the impending chaos had consumed him. He hesitated for a moment, torn between reassuring her and maintaining his focus.
"Forgive me, my love," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and determination. "There are matters at hand that require my full attention. But worry not, for I shall explain everything to you in due time."
As Odin mentioned the Frost Giants, Loki's gaze hardened, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this was his chance to prove his worth, to show his true power and cunning. But he also knew the risks and the potential consequences.
"Dreyma, my dear, have faith in me," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "Trust that I am doing what needs to be done, for the good of Asgard and for our future together. I promise, once the storm settles, I shall share my plans with you."
She dashed down to the treasury after Odin, Loki, and Thor already shifting into her horse size panther form before the men got into the vault she was sniffing around the dead bodies as the Destroyer put the Casket of winters back on it's pedestal and disappearing behind the barrier. She growled softly as Thor was demanding war on Jotunheim for this.
Loki's eyes narrowed as he watched Thor's reaction, his mind already formulating a plan to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He knew that Thor's thirst for war would only lead to further chaos and destruction, and it was an opportunity he could exploit.
As Dreyma, in her panther form, growled softly, Loki approached her, his expression a mix of concern and calculation.
"Dreyma, my love, I understand your frustration," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "But now is not the time for rash actions. Let Thor have his war, let him make his mistakes. We shall use this chaos to further our own agenda."
He placed a hand gently on her sleek fur, his touch gentle yet firm.
"Patience, my dear," he whispered. "We must bide our time and strike when the opportunity presents itself. Rest assured, vengeance on Jotunheim will come, but on our terms, not Thor's."
She arched her back into his touch calming instantly at her soulmates words even though they worried her. Something wasn't right.
Loki continued to stroke Dreyma's fur, his touch soothing and reassuring. He could sense her unease, her instincts telling her that something was amiss. He, too, had his own reservations about the unfolding events, but he knew that he had to play his part and remain calm.
"Dreyma, trust your instincts," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "There is indeed something off about this situation. But fear not, for I shall uncover the truth and ensure our safety."
He paused for a moment, his gaze piercing into hers.
"Stay by my side, my love," he urged softly. "Together, we shall navigate these treacherous waters and emerge victorious. We shall not let anything or anyone come between us."
She tilted her feline head towards him nodding, wishing he would let her in to whatever he was planning. He never kept secrets from her and was wondering why he was starting now. She watched Odin yell, "You're not king yet!" to Thor.
Loki's eyes flickered towards Odin as he reprimanded Thor, a small smirk curling on his lips. He had anticipated this confrontation, and he knew that it was the perfect opportunity to sow further discord and assert his own power.
"Ah, the tension escalates," Loki muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and calculation. "Patience, Dreyma, for the storm is about to reach its climax."
As Odin's words echoed through the chamber, Loki's mind raced, considering his next move. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the chance to seize control and reshape the destiny of Asgard. He turned his attention back to Dreyma, a glint of determination in his eyes.
"Stay close, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "The time for action draws near, and together, we shall claim what is rightfully ours."
She looked between her mate and Grandfather and brother. As Thor stormed off she had to run to keep up with him and Loki she watched as Thor flipped over the table in his anger as the warriors three and Lady Sif came into the room. She crept over as Loki walked around the pillar and sat beside Thor. "It is not wise to be in my company brother," Thor growled at Loki. Dreyma laid her head in Loki's lap whimpering in slight fear this was the first time she had seen Thor this angry.
Loki's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and calculated mischief as he settled beside Thor, his gaze never wavering. He could feel the tension in the room, the anger radiating from his brother, but he remained composed, his mind working overtime to manipulate the situation to his advantage.
"Dreyma, my dear, there's no need to fear," he whispered, his voice soothing despite the chaos around them. He gently stroked her fur, his touch meant to reassure and calm her. "Thor may be angry now, but his rage will subside. We must be patient and let him play his part in our grand design."
He turned his attention back to Thor, his voice carrying a hint of condescension.
"Brother, your anger does not intimidate me," Loki replied coolly, his eyes locked with Thor's. "But I caution you to choose your next steps wisely, for the path you tread on may lead to your downfall. Do not forget that despite your strength, I am just as formidable, if not more so."
He let his words hang in the air, playing on the insecurities that brewed between them. Loki was always one to relish in the chaos and uncertainty, and this moment was no different.
"We need to go to Jotunheim for answers," Thor growled. Dreyma's ears laid back on her head as she hissed her disapproval "It is forbidden!" Lady Sif chimed in.
Loki's lips curved into a sly smile as he watched the exchange unfold before him. He knew that Thor's impulsive desire to seek answers in Jotunheim was a risky move, but it presented an opportunity he couldn't ignore. He turned his attention to Lady Sif, his voice dripping with cunning.
"Forbidden, you say?" Loki remarked, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. "Ah, but isn't it in the face of forbidden actions that true power is revealed? Perhaps Thor's recklessness will provide us with the answers we seek, and in turn, grant us an advantage over our enemies."
He glanced down at Dreyma, his gaze softening for a moment, before returning his attention to Lady Sif.
"Trust in our abilities, Lady Sif," he added smoothly. "Thor's journey to Jotunheim might just be the catalyst we need to tip the scales in our favor. Let us not shy away from the forbidden, but embrace it with cunning and strategy."
Dreyma looked up at Loki growling softly as she shook her feline head that this wasn't the way.
Loki's eyes narrowed as he noticed Dreyma's disapproval. He could sense her unease and disagreement with the path he was advocating for. He sighed softly, his voice taking on a more gentle tone as he addressed her.
"Dreyma, I understand your reservations," he said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and affection. "But sometimes, in order to achieve our goals, we must take risks and embrace the forbidden. Trust in me, my love, for I will ensure our safety and success."
He reached out to stroke her fur gently, hoping to calm her unease. Loki knew that he had to strike a delicate balance between his ambitions and Dreyma's well-being, for she was the one constant in his life that he cherished above all else.
"I promise you, Dreyma, I will do whatever it takes to protect you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "If you truly do not wish for us to proceed, I will reconsider my approach. Your happiness and safety mean everything to me."
Dreyma whimpered remembering the days that followed Loki discovering his frost giant heritage he had avoided her. She had had to corner him in their room. 'You were so scared of hurting me physically that you never thought about the emotional damage you were doing to me.'
"I am a monster" Loki said in a cold whisper. "You need to get away from me!" He yelled, tears about to trickle at his eyes but he held them back as he glared at Dreyma. The moon shined on her silver fur beautifully. Dreyma growled softly as she approached him in her panther form the size of a horse.
His eyes went wide, as it wasn't normal for her to be in that form unless she was emotionally distraught. "Dreyma..." He said softly, reaching his hand out and gently touching her head knowing she could still understand him in this form.
She butted her head against his hand purring softly knowing it normally would soothe him, her tail flicking as she was worried he had been distant from her lately.
He gently scratched between her ears, sighing in frustration. He gently placed his forehead on hers and closed his eyes, the feeling of comfort slightly helping a bit in his mind. He knew she was worried, he had been avoiding her these past few days since he had found out. He felt he had to get away from everyone before they got hurt by him.
"It's not safe to be around me... I.. I'll hurt you..."
She snarled shifting back to her Aesir form her amber eyes glaring up at him. "You are my husband, my soulmate. You hurt me more by not trusting in me and pushing me away."
He looked down at her, sighing as he heard her. This was one of the few times he had ever seen her mad at him.
"It's not that I don't trust you, love... It's I don't trust myself. I'm not safe, I'll harm you without realizing it. I don't want you hurt because of me." He says reaching out and gently caressing her cheek.
"We're a team are we not?" She growled her amber eyes holding a fury that was usually directed towards others never him.
He looked at her, his emerald green eyes staring into her fierce amber eyes. It was a bit shocking to see her angry like this, he knew she was a part of his team. But the thought of accidentally hurting her scared him. He took a deep breath, stepping forward as he looked down at her.
"Drey, you know we are. I'm just worried. I don't want to hurt you... I love you."
"Som jeg elsker deg min sjelevenn (As I love you my soulmate)." She whispered in their native tongue "That's why it hurts more that you would pull away from me instead of trusting in the bond we share"
His breath hitched for a moment as she spoke their native tongue, it made him feel more at ease. He reached out and gently grabbed her hips as he looked at her.
"I do believe in us... In our bond. I'm just worried my Frost Giant form might hurt you." He said, his eyes held guilt in them as he pulled her closer until she was pressed against him.
"I trust that you will never hurt me," She whispered "Stop shutting me out Lokes"
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. His chin rested on her shoulder as he buried his face in your hair, taking in her smell of pine cones and oakwood. The guilt he felt increased as he knew she was right, he had been shutting her out.
"I'm sorry, love... I just wanted to keep you safe." His voice was soft as he spoke, his hand rubbing her back as he held her close to him. She purred against his chest letting it reverberate through him.
He couldn't help but smile as he heard her purr against him. Her warmth and comfort seeping into his soul, as he felt his muscles relax. He sighed, nuzzling his head further into her hair and taking another deep breath of her lovely scent. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and placed a kiss on her head. "I've missed you, love... I missed this."
"Let's go to bed Lokes." She said softly.
He pulled away just enough to look at her face, his eyes studying her for a few moments before he nodded and gently tugged her to their bed. "Come here." He whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap wanting her to sit on him.
She smirked playfulness took over and the anger in her eyes receded as she rolled her amber eyes before sitting on his lap.
His hands went to her hips, gently grabbing them as he settled her on his lap. He chuckled as he saw her smirk, his thumbs rubbing the bare skin above her hips. "Don't roll your eyes at me." He muttered as he gently nipped her shoulder, grinning.
"Or what? What are you going to do about it?" She challenged him.
His grin turned from playful to a more mischievous one as he nipped down her collarbone, trailing kisses there. His hands squeezed her hips, pulling her closer against him. "Don't test me, love."
She pushed him back on the bed so she was above him. "Again, min sjelevenn (my soulmate) what are you going to do about it?" She nipped his shoulder dragging her tongue along their mating mark.
He let out a low growl at the feeling of her teasing his mating mark. His hands gripped her hips tightly, trying to pull her closer. But with her above him, he was at a disadvantage. "You're playing with fire, little one."
"You started it by avoiding me these past few days." She nipped his shoulder a little harder purring in his ear as her panther ears laid back. "So excuse me if I'm a little bratty."
His hands moved up her back, tangling in her hair as he arched into her nips. His eyes blazed with desire and a hint of amusement. "Oh, I do love it when you're bratty." She growled softly as he yanked her hair tipping her head back and sinking his teeth into the mark on her neck that matched his. "That's not f-fair." He smirked against her skin before licking and sucking on the mark, soothing it. He flipped her onto her back in a swift move, looming over her. "Where's the fun in that, love?" He lowered his head, trailing kisses down her neck and chest, his hands exploring her body.
She growled as he pinned her down, trying to fight to get control back. He caught her hands, pinning them above her head as he continued to kiss and nip at her skin. His eyes glinted with desire and determination. "Not yet, little one. I want to enjoy you." She gasped as he created shackles with his seidr to pin her wrists to their headboard. "Lokes..." She whined tugging at the restraints.
He chuckled as he watched her struggle against the magical bonds. He lowered himself between her legs, spreading them wider before giving her a wicked grin. "Yes, love?"
"You don't play fair..." She growled at him. He raised an eyebrow, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I never said I would play fair." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before moving upwards, teasing her with every touch. Her hips arched up towards him as she cried out in frustration.
His lips curled into a satisfied grin as he kissed and licked his way up her thigh, finally reaching her center. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub, earning him a moan in response. "Is that what you want, love?"
"Please?!" She begged arching her hips. His eyes flicked to hers, a wicked twinkle in them as he lowered his head, claiming her with his mouth and tongue. He sucked and teased, driving her higher and higher until she was a writhing mess beneath him. "Please, what?" She growled as he pulled away keeping her on edge. He smiled wickedly at her, knowing what he was doing to her. He leaned down again, his breath warm against her ear. "You want more?"
"Yes." She snarled struggling against the restraints at her wrists. He chuckled darkly, his fingers teasing and tormenting as he listened to her pleas and growls. He decided to give her what she wanted, claiming her with his mouth again, but never giving her the release she needed. "Maybe if you ask nicely?"
"Don't make me beg" She whined as her body writhed as he once again brought her to the edge and pulled away. He laughed at her words, his tongue flicking out to tease her swollen nub before blowing cool air over it, earning a desperate gasp from her. "I love hearing you beg, my sweet." She pouted looking away from him. He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes glittering with amusement. He leaned in, whispering against her ear, "Do not look away from me, pet" She growled in frustration.
He laughed again, a deep sound of amusement, the god of mischief fully enjoying his game. He leaned back down, taking a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it, his fingers continuing their torturous tease on her clit. "Fuck, Loki please?" She cried.
He pulled back once more, leaving her wanting and needy. "The god of mischief does not give in so easily, my sweet."
"Please master, please make me cum!" She begged him. He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he finally granted her wish. His fingers plunged deep into her core, his thumb massaging her clit as he sucked hard on her nipple. She went rigid her back arching as she screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a train.
He lifted his head to watch her with smug satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out of her, slowly bringing them to his lips, licking them clean with a wicked grin. "Delicious."
"I need you, my love," She panted desperately wanting to feel him inside her. He chuckled, his ego boosted by her desperate need for him. He positioned himself between her legs, teasing her entrance with his throbbing cock. "Is that so, my sweet?"
"Please, Daddy! Fuck me hard!" She begged knowing he loved it when she used her pet names for him and begged. He groaned at the title and the pleading in her voice, his control snapping. He slammed his cock deep inside her, his hips pounding against her. "Fuck, yes! Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days!" She screamed his name in pleasure as he pounded into her driving her over the edge again.
As she came down from her high, he picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming even harder and faster. He reached down between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, pushing her towards another orgasm. "Come on, my little love, let Daddy hear you scream his name again!"
"Loki!" She screamed her body arching and writhing as she came a third time. He roared in triumph as she came, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He buried his cock deep inside her, painting her insides with his hot seed as he came harder than he ever had before. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
She lay there twitching and panting as she slowly came down. She giggled softly when he collapsed beside her. "I love you Lokes." She whispered as she slowly fell asleep on his chest. Her words made his heart stutter and his breath catch in his chest, and for a long moment, he just stared down at her.
'Did you know, that was the last time we would ever make love? Or that you were about to destroy everything we had built? Is that why you didn't say 'I love you too'? Loki...' The panther let out a mournful roar into space, inside she was crying she missed her soulmate, her husband, and her best friend. She just wanted him back in her arms.