A / N:

Fluff ahoy! The story continues, and we have a few split scenes left of some core memories. This story is mostly AU but will come to the Avenger arc soon enough. I haven't decided how to tackle that yet, because I originally only wrote the memories and then like a half chapter of the avengers and Harry meeting Loki.

On days like today, when everything seems to fall apart, Harry questions why he continues to endure all the nonsense. He was wondering who he have wronged in his past life for fate and destiny to despise him this much.

Today, he had the pleasure of shattering not one, but two large mirrors into a cascade of glistening fragments. Wasn't there an old belief about bad luck following the breaking of mirrors? Or maybe it was about black cats? Regardless, he likely had 14 more years of misfortune ahead of him.

Additionally, as he had simply strolled down the hall, he had managed to blow up , three antique vases AND set fire to one of the portraits that had reprimanded him for being too old for accidental magic. -As if he chose to do it on purpose- he caused the paintings to explode, forcing the unfortunate figures to take refuge in other frames while swearing vehemently.

When Harry had attempted to complete the final repairs in one of the ancient rooms, he tried to be cautious... though emphasis was definitely on the "tried." He nearly blew out all the walls as they transformed into every color of the rainbow.

So, now without a doubt, Harry could officially declare that his magic was broken. Such an incident of accidental magic was uncommon for a 21-year-old wizard who had completed his education. Not to mention, he had also fought in a significant war during most of his school years. However, he had entered the wizarding world at age 11, faced challenge after challenge every year, and found that the more questions he asked, the fewer answers he received.

The sense of betrayal he experienced was profound, knowing that Dumbledore, who was not only his headmaster but also the person responsible for placing him with the Dursleys, had been his magical guardian all along.

Harry was taken aback when the goblins from Gringotts bank reached out to him, revealing his responsibilities to the wizarding world. They were enraged upon realizing he was completely unaware of these obligations, and Harry sincerely hoped to avoid such an encounter in the future.

The goblins swiftly educated him on his role as a lord of ancient and noble houses, a duty that Dumbledore had neglected to teach him, along with some other essential lessons.

Harry had always taken pride in his quick ability to pick up magic, much like a duck instinctively taking to water. He enjoyed learning through hands-on instruction and demonstrations. When allowed to practice on his own, he could grasp nearly any magic he aimed to master. However, he was more than happy to leave the bookwork and research to Hermione. For him, delving into books had been nothing short of a nightmare. Yet, through this process, he had gained significant knowledge and had come to see the wizarding world for what it truly was—imperfect and flawed.

But that was a problem for a later date; now, his magic was entirely out of control, and not only that, Harry had a new horrible problem—a much bigger, and more important one than some misfortunes in the past.

Somewhere between when the dreams began, he developed a crush on the man from his dreams. If that wasn't a shock to him, he didn't know what was. He couldn't stop thinking about the black-haired Asgarian Prince. The passionate kissing sessions that filled his dreams each night weren't helping either, as it felt like he was the one receiving all the attention.

Harry pulled his hand through his hair and let his now long strands fall freely along his back, and it suddenly felt like something was crawling on his scalp and down his spine. Another vase exploded beside him, and he raised his hands to protect himself from the broken parts. But when nothing landed on him, he slowly looked up and blinked in surprise at the shield he had conjured before him.

The shield before him had a greenish hue blended with a tint of gold; it almost looked like a giant soap bubble. Harry stared at the mess and then back to his hands as he lifted them and waved them tower the broken parts, welding it to do his bidding, and slowly, the vase started to repair itself. Witout a wand!

Alright, so wandless magic was acceptable, even impressive. He was definitely getting stronger. But there was a nagging feeling; if only his magic hadn't been the root of the whole mess in the first place. That thought kept a laugh from escaping his lips, leaving him torn between pride and frustration.

Hermione had glanced at him before instructing him to meditate. He had successfully achieved a power boost before, and he could do it again. When the hallows had selected him, his magic had surged similarly, though on a smaller scale. It was Hermione who had suggested the idea back then too, and it had worked, so why wouldn't it this time?

Perhaps he should venture into the woods and let his feet pound the earth in his animagus form; it had been ages since he had felt the exhilaration of running wild and free. The forest beckoned with its whispered secrets, and the thought of encountering the magical creatures that called it home filled him with anticipation.

It had been too long since he had seen Buckbeak and his majestic flock. He still remembered how their feathers use to gleaming in the dappled sunlight. Harry yearned to stretch his muscles, to feel the wind rush past him, and to run without a care in the world, casting aside all worries.

But not today. Today, he needed to focus on mastering his magic, ensuring he did not inadvertently bring chaos to their home. Harry walked to the newly named meditation room in the mansion and looked around the room. It looked exactly like it had since they were here last time.

The ground was covered with a soft layer of mattresses, and there were four different pillows on the floor in a circle, facing each other with a bowl in its middle with crystal clear water. After all this month, it was still as clean and fresh as the day they put it there.

The bowl was a grounder. It centered the mind and body, and as it was activated, there would be a fog that would cover the whole circle with a fresh scent of rain and forest. But for today, he needed the real thing. Harry walked over to the window and opened it, letting the fresh air in before he stepped back and took his place on the floor.

He knew exactly how to plunge himself into a meditative state right away. But this time, when he tapped into his magic, he zeroed in on the new sensation. A raw, untamed energy was surging from his core in relentless waves.

It was an exhilarating blend of the unknown and the known. Harry's core pulsated with molten gold, and electric green, swirling with a wild, unstoppable force. It was larger, more powerful than his usual magical core, and he could see tendrils snaking out of it, like vibrant vines, wrapping around his core in a kaleidoscope of hues.

Harry could feel it more intensely than ever before; the energy was a living, breathing part of him. It beckoned him, demanded his attention, and then he was yanked into another memory, a fierce tug that pulled him down into the now-familiar fog of his mind.

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Loki and Harald had spent several days practicing magic together, and the two had grown quite close during that time. They had also been discussing and analyzing Harald's magic, trying to understand it better.

"I still don't quite get why we're doing this," Harald remarked, crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn't pouting; he really didn't do that.

Loki grinned at the moody man adoringly as he was pouting, "Because you asked for it?"

"I did not!"

"So you say that I heard your request wrong, little one?"

"Yeah, probably, becouse you are old."

Loki snorted, "I'm only 747 and still damn handsome, "

Harald gasped in fake shock; his eyes were twinkling with amusement, " 747? By Valhall, help me! should I be worried that an ancient one is courting me?."

Loki laughed, "Do not let my father hear you say that, and you are what? Two hundred and fifty years younger than me? It's not like you are the one to talk, love."

Harald snorted and shook his head; he looked at the crystal ball in his lap that he had been focusing on for the better part of the hour. "When I asked you if you could show me your magic, this was not what I had in mind, you know,"

"What's a better way to see magic than experiencing it for yourself?" Loki asked from the seat in front of him, clearly still amused over the whole situation. Blasted god of magic. "As magic-user to another magic-user."

Harry shot him a playful, annoyed look, though he wasn't truly upset; he enjoyed these teasing exchanges. "You just want to watch me fail so I have to depend on your wisdom, oh wise and ancient one," he teased. "Maybe you want me to worship the ground you walk on, Prince Loki?" Harald said, bowing with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Loki laughed, and Harald could honestly say that it was among the best he had ever heard, and he smiled at him. "Let's stop talking now; it's time to try again. This time, concentrate and direct the magic to where you want it to converge, inside the ball" Loki instructed, gazing warmly at his small companion. He couldn't deny that he relished the opportunity to teach him something, and he had also earned some much-needed alone time with the elven prince.

Harald nodded and concentrated on the clear crystal ball in his hands. He closed his eyes to better channel his magic, gradually trying to draw energy towards it. It was challenging, but since both he and his companion had agreed to take things slowly and practice their magic, Harald wanted to make the most of the opportunity.

With the festivities concluded, Harald chose to remain in Asgard because that's where Loki were. As he preferred not to be apart from him if it wasn't to get to know him, of course. His parents diden't minded his decision, but his sister's glare could have killed him several times over if that were possible. He was unsure why she seemed so upset; she should be pleased to have a break from him. Harald dismissed it as jealousy because he had found his soulmate before her.

Concentrating on the moment, Harald let his magic flow down from his center, and through his arms and into the clear crystal that began slowly to change color, a light blue hue started to shimmer in its center. So far, so good, but he could not get the magic to collect in the crystal, but it was scattered around it instead and leaked more than was collected.

He gave up.

"I can't."

"Yes you can, it will works, but you have no patience."

"You said this was easy to do," Harald glared at him.

"One of the earliest skills I picked up as a youngster," he hummed. "However, your magic differs from mine, so perhaps that's why you can't use this technique?" Loki pondered, letting his hand hover above Harald's as he attempted to sense the magic.

Harald looked at him a little thoughtfully now."How different?"

"Your magic is untamed, and in harmony with nature. My mother's magic and mine are disciplined and concentrated, guided by deliberate thought and intent, with the magic responding to our desires."

"Do you mean just like yourself?" Harald asked with a chuckle.

"Alright, smart one, let's recap. What do we understand about the Ljósálfar magic?" Loki asked with a smirk, ignoring his snarkly question.

Harald cocked his head thoughtfully. "It's linked to Yggdrasil?" he answered, unsure if it was the right answer.

"Yes, and..." Loki gestured for Harald to continue.

"I can feel, and harness this energy," Harald stated with more confidence. "I have a natural connection with it, which enables me to perceive and channel the energy of nature."

Loki nodded in agreement. "And what else can you do?"

"I usually focus on Vital magic—healing—or manipulating light and shadow, known as Light Weaving," Harald added.

Loki hummed thoughtfully. "It's undoubtedly a powerful but risky practice," he remarked as he pondered. "Drawing magic directly from the source..."

"Yes, but that's usually not an issue unless I dive too deep. And even if I did, it wouldn't be by accident; it would be intentional," Harald replied, resting his head on his knee.

"But that's probably why I was once marked for death candidate," he added with a grimace.

Loki snorted at that. "Not too fond of it, I take it?"

"No," Harald shook his head in response.

"Well, your situation may not be ideal, but look at the bright side: Heimdall would never know if you used your healing powers on yourself should you ever get injured again." Loki said with a grin.

Harald chuckled at that thought but quickly sobered up again. "But my magic becomes even stronger when I'm in distress or danger. It's hard to control," he admitted.

Loki's expression turned serious. He did want to know how his little mate knew that, but this was not that time for that conversation.

"so, what if we look at the problem from another angel" Loki said as he picked up the crystal ball "think of this like a vessel you have to circulate your magic into"

Harald furrowed his brow, unsure of what Loki was suggesting. "What do you mean?" he asked, eyeing the crystal ball warily.

"Think of it as a training exercise," Loki explained, tossing the crystal ball to Harald. "Focus your magic into the ball, and see if you can control it. Like when you are healing someone"

Harald hesitantly caught the crystal ball and held it in his hands yet agagin. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to center himself. He visualized his magic flowing through him, connecting him to Yggdrasil and nature. Slowly, he directed that energy towards the crystal ball, imagining it as a container.

To both Harald's and Loki's surprise, a faint glow appeared around the crystal ball as Harald's magic began to circulate around it befor leaking in. Loki grinned in approval and gestured for Harald to continue.

Harald concentrated even harder, channeling more of his magic into the crystal ball. Soon enough, the glow intensified until it was almost blinding. But then suddenly, with a loud crackling noise, the glow disappeared entirely.

"What happened?" Harald exclaimed in frustration.

"You pushed too hard," Loki said simply. "Your magic is powerful but uncontrolled at times. You need to learn how to harness and direct it."

Harald nodded in understanding with a sigh, it was taught work, but fun. " Alright I'll try again."

They continued practicing with the crystal ball until Harald could successfully circulate his magic around it without losing control or causing any damage.

"I think that's enough for now," Loki announced finally as they both sat exhausted on the ground. "You've made great progress."

Harald let out a relieved breath as he smiled at Loki gratefully. "You are a great teatcher," he said sincerely.

"It's nothing," Loki dismissed with a casual wave of his hand. "Now, show me what you can do, and I'll give it a shot your way," Loki said with enthusiasm, eager to learn new skills. For now, he would attempt to imitate his mates method of practicing the craft.

"Alright, this is something I know is simple, even for you," Harald said, glancing at the ball. He smiled with satisfaction as it began to hover above his knee. Energy enveloped the ball, glowing with a golden light as he lifted it up in the air. The ball ascended steadily until it was level with his head, at which point he let the magic go. With a swift motion, he caught it before it could drop to the ground and handed it to Loki with a teasing expression. Just a basic levitation trick.

"Your turn."

Loki grinned as he accepted the ball from Harald and concentrated on making it float using sheer energy. It was harder than it seemed; the ball wobbled in his grip, and soon he could feel sweat trickling down his temple. He attempted to channel the natural energy like he imagined Harald did. drawing it from the source. He managed to make the ball move and even hover about an inch, but then he lost control, and it landed back in his lap.

"Many men your age struggle to get it up; it's perfectly normal," Harald said, attempting to maintain a straight face while teasing him.

"Absolutely not, little one, don't even think about it," Loki warned, raising a finger to his teasing companions. "There is nothing wrong with my ability to get anything up."

"You sure had me convinced," Harald sang out with a wide grin, responding to Loki's glare, which only made the smaller male chuckle.

"That's it, you cheeky little minx, no more magic training for you," Loki teased, and then he suddenly pounced on Harald with a playful growl. This only made Harald erupt in laughter as he countered by tickling Loki with his long fingers, hitting every sensitive spot.

"Are you giving up?"

Harald gasped after air, "Never!"

His response only made Loki attack him vengefully and use magic to make Harald almost shrieks in laughter. "Perhaps now?"

"O-okay ! ... Okay," He could not take it anymore, "I give, I give."

Just as abruptly as the tickling began, it ended. Harald panted and laughed while Loki remained above him.

"I won," Loki purred sweetly, and Harald found himself unable to argue as he surrendered beneath his partner. Loki had won this round, but the battle was far from finished!

Loki cautiously extended a finger, gently tracing his chin. Harald leaned into the touch, kissing Loki's fingertips. As their eyes met, Harald moved closer to kiss Loki.

Their lips were tender, and Harald relished the distinctive taste of his partner, humming with satisfaction. Calming sounds escaped his throat, and he shivered as their tongues met, deepening the kiss.

Harald sensed the fingers gliding along his throat, up his jawline, and around his ears. Loki's lips mirrored the path of his hands, moving over Harald's exposed neck and along the side of his face, before finally burying his nose in the long black hair and inhaling deeply.

A shiver coursed through Harald as Loki adjusted his position, slipping a leg between Harald's and gently nudging his groin. Harald stifled a groan, pushing back with more force. His fingers tangled in Loki's hair, tightening their grip. Loki nibbled lightly on Harald's neck before drawing his lips to suck just above the throbbing vein, leaving Harald feeling like he was melting into the floor.

"Loki…" he tried to protest, but the protest was weak. He wanted this as much as his mate. But someone could walk in on them.

Loki swiftly seized Harald's hands, pinning them above his head. "Don't worry, no one will interrupt us," he assured, positioning himself above Harald so that his entire form loomed over him. Loki's jade-green eyes had deepened in shade, his pupils wide and dark with desire, as he gazed intently at his blushing partner beneath him.

The captivating flush on his cheeks and the fresh purple mark he had just imprinted on Harald's neck contrasted with the rest of the vivid setting. His black hair fanned out like a halo around his head as Loki leaned in, applying more pressure with his hands. He kept Harald pinned beneath him, exactly where he desired. Swiftly, he nudged his knee slightly against the now sensitive area in his companion's trousers.

Harald stifled a groan, intensely aware of the way the slender body beneath him arched upward. Loki shifted his grip, capturing Harald's hands with one hand while sliding the other beneath the cream-colored tunic. His long fingers traced over the flawless skin now revealed to him. He located a nipple and gave it a gentle pinch, causing the body underneath to gasp and arch again.

"Be still," Loki felt how the magic formed around his hand that held Haralds in place above his head, and he could feel the heat that spread along his mark when the magic caressed it lovingly.

Loki let his fingers follow the flowering tattoo before he let feathery kisses rain over it instead, and Haralds gave a low moan at the sensation. He then let his fingers caress down over the narrow but nicely muscled arms. Harald was now breathing hard as the feeling set every part of him on fire. And he would be lying if he did not say that the light touch and nibbles shoot straight down into his stomach.

Loki smiled as he began to drip feathery kisses over his now bare clavicles, sent and tasted on his skin, and it was not long before Harald was a panting pile underneath him. The heat that spread through him was lovely and alluring, and his pants began to feel painfully tight.

Loki loosened the final knot in his tunic, allowing the smooth fabric to slip away and reveal more of Haralds pale skin. His fingers gently traced over his perfect chest, brushing against the now sensitive pink nipples. Loki trailed kisses down to his navel and over his flat stomach. Harald let out a soft moan in response, attempting to alleviate the tension in his groin by shifting his lower body against Loki's knee

Loki pressed his knee firmly against the growing bulge in Harald's trousers, causing him to gasp and arch even further. He reveled in the way his mate squirmed beneath him, desperately seeking release from the building pressure in his body.

"Someone is impatient," Loki chuckled as he looked down at him with a sneaky look over his face. Harald's dark eyes stared intensely at him. "Maybe I should leave you here" he hummed. Loki put his hand over his stomach.

Harald breathing was now faster than before, and the look he got was hot and full of lust. "You wouldn't…. dare," Harald panted and tried to move as the touch now tickled him more than anything else, sending arousing shivers through him as the sensation washed over him.

"Oh? is it a challenge, little one? " Loki asked and smiled amused as he contented himself with having full control over his little mate's pleasure. He found it most arousing when Harald was whimpered in pleasure, begging him to release him from the torture. It was not the first time they had played this game; he was in control, and Harald had almost already lost it.

Or at least, that's what Loki believed, but once more, his little one astonished him with an unexpected divine strength he didn't realize he possessed. In an instant, their positions were reversed, leaving Loki blinking up in surprise.

With minimal effort, Harald pushed his lower body and legs against Loki, flipping their positions. The spell Loki used to pin Harald's hands to the ground had shattered, leaving only a trace of green glitter as evidence it ever existed. Pride welled up inside him as Loki's dark eyes locked onto the dark angel now towering above him.

Harald looked down at him, moistening his lips before breaking into a satisfied smile as Loki emitted a soft moan. A cool yet enjoyable sensation radiated from Loki's hands, causing him to make a startled sound.

"Indeed, it's a challenge," Harald asserted as he completed his spell, releasing Loki's hands, which now remained in place due to one of his own sealing spells.

"You know, my love, there are families that have a special kind of magic," Harald hummed as he looked down, really satisfied by his work. It was his best so far " Our family happens to be very, very good at sealing spells"

"Oh? You don't say" Loki hummed as he tilted his head back so that he could look at the greenish chains that held his hands down to the ground.

Loki looked back at his mate, and felt a shiver shoot through his system at the predator-like smile Harald had on his lips, "so try to breake this, if you can," Harald purred as he sat back on his rear that was precisely over Loki's crotch. Making it a little bit hard for Loki to concentrate, but the challenge did not go unanswered.

Loki began to feel his way over the newly made magic sealing as Harald looked down at him, smiling like the little vixen he was. The sealing was surprisingly complex, and well done. Loki could see how this would be a problem as it would not go away quickly. And to think that Harald had done this in a second was amazing. Silently Loki wondered how much he could bound if he had time to do it more firmly. Could his whole family do it? Of course, they could; he had said that it was a family thing.

Harald grinned when he saw how Loki began to focus on his task, and he could hear his thoughts as his mind was running away with facts and possibilities.

This was an moment that Harald was determined not to let slip through his fingers. How often could someone claim they had outwitted the god of mischief and pinned his hands to the ground, leaving him vulnerable to any attack? He intended to ensure it wouldn't be easy for the trickster to break free from the bindings.

Harald gently traced his fingers down Loki's chest, tugging at the string that fastened his tunic. Jade's green eyes locked onto Harald with a piercing gaze. Harald returned the look with an innocent smile, his fingers grazing the smooth skin. "Is something troubling you, my love? Was it too challenging for you, maybe?" he teased, letting his hands slip beneath Loki's garments.

Loki was completely under his control, as long as he couldn't decipher the binding. Harald was acutely aware of the more promesing swelling beneath him, pressing against his rear. which emboldened him and perhaps made him feel more mischievous than he should, given the power he now wielded.

"Is this to your liking?" Harald asked as he moved his hips, eliciting a moan from the man beneath him. He gently dragged his nails down Loki's chest, causing Loki to arch his upper body slightly.

"What was that, my dear?" Harald murmured, gazing into Loki's eyes, which had darkened almost completely due to his dilated pupils. "If I recall correctly, you prefer being the one in charge?" he purred tenderly.

Loki let out a low growl as Harald continued to tease and taunt him with his words and touch. He was torn between wanting to break free from the bindings and take control of the situation and allowing himself to give in to the pleasure that Harald was offering.

Harald moved slowly down Loki's legs and positioned himself between them. His hands ran over Loki's thighs, sending shivers through his body. Loki's gaze locked onto him with fierce intensity, like a predator zeroing in on its prey, eyes gleaming with an almost feral anticipation.

Harald leaned down and captured Loki's lips in a searing kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. The heat between them was palpable as their bodies pressed against each other.

Loki couldn't deny the desire coursing through him as Harald continued to explore his body with skilled hands and lips. He found himself moaning and gasping as Harald trailed kisses down his neck and chest.

Harald took advantage of the opportunity while he had it. The god of mischief was known for being unpredictable and elusive, but here he was at Harald's mercy – at least for now.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Harald taunted, noticing Loki groan while his fingers brushed against the now prominent bulge in his trousers.

"Just wait until I get free..."

Before Loki could even process the chaotic whirlwind of sensations, electric lips grazed his stomach, sending shivers that raced downward with a relentless tease. Harald's smirk widened as the fluttering storm inside him intensified, fueled by the intoxicating power of having complete dominance. His hand traced the taut outline trapped within the fabric, and his grin turned wicked when Loki's breath hitched and fractured, betraying the raw, agonizing desire that left him desperately wanting.

"Did you say something?" Harald asked sweetly, slowly kissing the skin on Loki's hips. Harald could now see how he was trying to focus on getting the magic off his hands more fiercely than before.

"I love the way you look at me, have I told you that?" Hadrian hummed and kissed the pale skin just an inch above the hard bulge. "Love to hear your voice when you whisper sweet nothings to me. Maybe I'll need to find another way to hear that charming silver tongue of yours again?"

Loki's chest heaves as he contemplates what is about to happen, and his eyes are dark with lust. "You are playing with fire, little one."

"Maybe so, but I can handle the heat," Harald replied, toying with the edge of his pants and grinning like a cat that got the cream.

Harald carefully began undoing Loki's trousers, and it wasn't long before Loki's throbbing member was released from its confines. It wasn't overly large but still impressive in its length. This was the first time Harald had taken the initiative in this way, as Loki had always been the one to bring pleasure to him. But today was different; today, the trickster god was entirely under Harald's control.

The exposure of his rigid member to the chilly air made it difficult for Loki to focus on the magic and how to dismantle it. Harald then gently wrapped his hand around Loki's shaft and started to stroke it slowly, causing Loki to hiss with pleasure and instinctively thrust his hips upwards into his lover's smaller hand.

Loki released a guttural moan as the little devil's touch turned excruciatingly teasing. Harald's grin widened with wicked delight as he abruptly changed tactics, leaning forward with fervor over Loki's hips. His tongue traced a deliberate, agonizingly slow path down the throbbing length of Loki's cock shaft, igniting a fire of intense sensation.

He hadn't known that it was possible, but his cock hardened even more, and a gasp left his bounded prince lips. Harald wrapped his lips around the head of Loki's cock, and the god groaned as he forgot about the seal for a second. The warm sensation made him pull on his arms as the overwhelming feeling crashed inside of him.

Harald continued to suck and lick at Loki's shaft with an expertise that surprised even himself. He had always been the one receiving pleasure from Loki, but now he reveled in being able to give it back in full force.

Meanwhile, Loki struggled to focus on anything other than Harald's mouth on him. Every flick of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body, making him arch and writhe against the restraints.

But just as he was reaching the peak of his ecstasy, Harald suddenly pulled away. "What are you doing?" Loki gasped out, desperate for more.

Harald chuckled darkly as he planted kisses along Loki's inner thighs. "Don't worry," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I have plenty more planned for you."

"Don't you dare stop now," Loki growled breathily, making the smaller male chuckle.

"Such a bossy one," Harald murmured as he rose to meet Loki's face, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Loki never imagined he'd be so thrilled to see his seemingly innocent mate take on such a commanding role. Moreover, his magic embraced the dominance, resonating steadily beneath him.

Harald grinned wickedly, his lips curling with satisfaction as his hand moved with deliberate slowness along his shaft, savoring every reaction from Loki's sweet, shuddering gasps. With a renewed fervor, he returned to his fervent, tender attentions to his mate's cock, his touch an electric caress that sent shockwaves through them both. He released Loki's lips, only to descend upon him with a voracious hunger, his mouth a relentless force drawing out deeper, more desperate moans from the bound man beneath him.

Lokis' hips jerks in tandem to his sucking before he cries out as his seed is spilled into Haralds waiting mouth, taking it all. Loki had barely come down from his heights before Harald started to lick off the cum that dripped out of the corner of his mouth, looking down at his mate with a happy expression.

Loki then broke the spell binding his hand and drew Harald into an eager kiss. Harald let out a soft chuckle when Loki seized his long hair in a firm grip, feeling a delightful tingle of pain travel down his spine. Harald pulled back slightly, ensuring he could catch his breath, both he and Loki panting heavily.

Harald laughed softly. "that good, huh?" The combination of magic and passion enveloped them, and he felt the tingling sensation along their mark, conveying their emotions to each other.

Harald took a deep breath, letting his forehead rest against the older man's, and closed his eyes with a sense of peace. Loki's fingers gently ran through his hair as they lay there, feeling at ease and unwinding together. Harald shifted slightly, becoming aware of his pressing issues, which prompted a soft chuckle from the man beneath him.

"Is something troubling you now, little prince?"

"Nothing that can't be fixed later," he said with a smile, anticipating his own repayment would be as good as he gave. However, there was something he'd been wanting to ask for a while. "Can I see your mark?" he inquired.

Loki hummed, "of course; it's yours as much as mine," he said and brought Harald's marked arm up to his lips and kissed the soul mark, which seemed to sparkle with golden dust. Perhaps it was only the magic that still clung to them.

Harald grinned and allowed Loki to sit up. As Loki started to remove his shirt, Harald sat to the side, struggling to suppress his reaction to the enticing view. Loki shot him a deep, intense gaze filled with countless promises before turning to rest his back against him.

From the curve of his hip bone up to his broad shoulder, a cascade of beautiful blooming yellow peonies unfurled, nestled amidst a sea of delicate forget-me-nots. The design was expansive, stretching across half of his back like an intricate tapestry of nature's finest blooms. When their bond was finally completed, the vibrant artwork would extend to fully envelop both of their right arms, a testament to their shared journey. Harald had spent countless moments pondering the final size of this masterpiece, and now, seeing it unfold before him, he had his answer.

Haralds let his eyes travel over the small flowers and the bigger one right on his shoulder blades. He allowed one of his hands to caress the flowers along Loki's back gently, and he smiled when he saw how goosebumps shot up along the bare skin.

Without thinking, he let his lips rest against the bare skin between Loki's shoulder blades. His arms slipped around Loki's upper body as he hugged him close. He already knew about it, but this only gave him confirmation, and he felt a bubbling feeling grow inside of him. Loki was his, only his until the end of time, until the end of their worlds, even until Ragnarök. Their bond was strong, powerful even, and would not break easily.

"Thank you," he whispered, leaning his forehead against Loki's warm back and breathing in his unique scent of cedar and fire.

"For what?" Loki inquired in a deep voice. "Just ask, and I'll make sure you have it," he assured while wrapping Harald's arms around himself and gently kissing his knuckles.

Harald shook his head. "Because you belong to me," he replied with certainty, aware that he sounded like a hopeless romantic (which he indeed was). However, instead of teasing or brushing off the sentiment, Loki responded with a gentle laugh.

"I am yours," Loki confirmed softly before turning around in Harald's embrace to face him fully.

"You are mine, as much as I'm yours" Harald whispered back before closing the remaining distance between them for a tender kiss.

Loki responded eagerly, deepening the kiss with a soft moan as their tongues danced together in perfect harmony. Everything else seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other; nothing but love and desire connecting them.

After some time had passed (though neither could tell how long), they finally pulled away for air. They stayed close though; foreheads still touching as they caught their breath.

"I love you," Loki spoke with utmost sincerity. "I am grateful to both fate and magic for bringing you to me, my dear," he added, shifting in his embrace and smiling mischievously down at him.

Harald's heart fluttered at the sincerity in Loki's eyes as he declared his love for him. He couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion; never before had someone expressed such love for him. It felt like a dream, a beautiful dream that he never wanted to wake up from.

"I love you too," Harald replied, feeling his cheeks flush with warmth at the thought of spending eternity with such an incredible being like Loki.

Loki chuckled softly at his response and leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss. This one was slow and sweet, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that they couldn't put into words. Harald melted into the kiss, reveling in the feeling of Loki's lips against his own.

After a few moments, they pulled away once again, their foreheads still pressed together as they caught their breaths. Harald opened his eyes to see Loki looking at him adoringly, causing his heart to swell even more if that was possible.

"Allow me to demonstrate just how much I treasure this divine gift bestowed upon me," Loki said mischievously, shifting in Harald's embrace. "And I think there's a small matter of yours that still requires attention."