The last chapter!
I think I'm about to cry! After this, there is just an epilogue and then there will be some small one-shots in the series posted separately. I don't know if I'll write a sequel right now, but I'm glad I was able to finish writing this story.
Thank you so much to those of you who have followed this story over the years and despite my hiatus, remained faithful by my side.
Oh! And one last warning, I went a little crazy and wrote almost 4000 words of pure smut at the end, enjoy
As Harry opened his eyes, he knew it was all just an illusion but it felt scary real. There was a coldness nibbling at his exposed skin as a draft came creeping around his legs. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar location, but he knew it had something to do with Loki.
Harry gazed down at his hands. For a second he thought that he would be seeing someone else's hands, but they were his own, scarred and callused.
There was a feeling of completeness in his own body that he had been missing before. It was like he no longer was lacking something inside of him, like a puzzle piece that finally had fallen into place. Funny enough, he hadn't thought about it that way until now that he had the answer in hand.
It was a strange feeling, and in the back of his mind, he now could recall both his past and present memories within him and he no longer felt torn between the two identities. It was a thrilling feeling indeed. Harry clenched his hands as he looked up with a newfound determination.
The chamber he had landed in was completely made of stone. Somewhere he could hear the sound of dripping water nearby, a constant whispering in the back of one's mind. The torches that illuminated the room did not produce any smoke nor did it flicker in the cold breeze that swept through the space. Instead, they emitted a steady red glow that created eerie shadows on the walls as he walked.
The dampness in the air was evident from the cracks in the stone walls, as the condense created small puddles of cold water on the floor. Harry cautiously walked down the path that was before him, his shoes soaked up the water from the ground as he did.
He didn't have to go far before he could see something. In a dark corner of the large room, was a figure hung by their wrists shackled with a heavy, rusted chain that chafed against their arms and legs.
As Harry slowly walked closer he could see that the person's complexion was an eerie shade of deep blue that seemed to blend into the damp stones surrounding them. Each rib was visibly protruding against their toned body, moving slowly with shallow, and strained breaths.
The chain was long enough for them to barely stand on their toes. Their exhausted body slumped down, putting all of their weight onto their slender wrists, and weary shoulders.
Harry's footsteps echoed softly in the chamber as he approached, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on his heart the closer he got. The dim red glow of the torches cast long shadows across the Jotun's gaunt form because that was what he saw and he knew who it was. Even if said person did everything he could to not look directly at him.
"Loki," Harry murmured, his voice gentle as he reached out, his fingers carefully brushing against Loki's cheek. The small touch suddenly sent a surge of warmth through their soul bond and Loki drew in a gasping breath as he flinched away from him. A mixture of pain and resistance flickered through his ruby eyes as he tried to get away from the warmth and closure Harry provided.
"Don't" Lokis's voice was raw with pain as he turned his head to the side "Go away"
Every strained word tugged at Harry's insides. He stood there, breathing in the dampness and desperation of the chamber, feeling it seep into him.
"Not this time," Harry said softly but fiercely. "I'm not going anywhere."
Lokis lips were drawn back as he bared his teeth in a snarl "Don't make this harder than it is. ."
Harry felt a tightening in his chest, a sense of urgency mingling with the fear. "and if I don't?"
Loki half opened one eye, a breathy chuckle escaping his scarred lips. "Then you're a bigger fool than I thought."
Harry stepped up beside him, the damp seeping through his clothing as he focused on Loki's battered form. He reached for the shackles, fingers brushing against the rusted links as they were slick with condensation. With each contact, their bond pulsed through like a soothing balm against Loki's agony, though he kept trying to recoil from it.
"This isn't real," Harry continued, his focus shifting between Loki's painful expression and the rusty chains. "We can walk out of this... This is your mind torturing you."
Loki's face twisted with a mix of defiance and something bordering on relief that he fought savagely to suppress. "You think I don't know that?" he half spat and half groaned in an almost animalistic release of frustration. "It's my choice."
Loki's words hung in the air, raw and vibrating with the kind of pain that made Harry's heart clench tighter. Harry took another step forward, pressing with gentle firmness, like trying to tame a skittish animal.
"You don't have to do this alone anymore," Harry said, low and steady. He felt Loki's struggle through their connection —the stubborn determination to endure and the flickers of vulnerability he tried to hide. "I won't let you."
A rattling sound echoed as Loki yanked against the shackles, his wrists raw and slick with blood that blended into his azure skin. There was fire in his eyes and desperation in his voice when he snapped back, "I can't let you see me like this! I can't—" He broke off, unable to finish the sentence as the armored walls around him quaked with the force of repressed emotions.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath, the intensity of Loki's turmoil hitting him like a physical blow. He held his ground, unwavering. "I'm already here, Loki," he insisted, the words a promise and a plea.
For a moment, it seemed as if Loki might give in to the raw honesty of that statement. His shoulders sagged with exhaustion and Harry felt something yield inside their bond—a fleeting acceptance before it was crushed by doubt and fear.
"You'll regret it," Loki said, his voice edged with something almost like resignation but still fighting. His head dropped forward against his chest, strands of dark hair falling over his eyes like a veil.
"Let me help you," Harry insisted, while Loki squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched tight.
"You can't fix everything, little wizard," Loki muttered, each word dragged out through gritted teeth.
Harry felt the echo of Loki's pain buzzing in his veins like an angry hornet. "I don't have to fix it alone," he said, voice fierce. "But I'm not letting you do this to yourself."
Loki's silence was like a wall, thick and impenetrable as stone, but Harry saw his form tremble. At that moment, Loki twisted away from him, making Harry's finger lose contact with the chain. But not before Harry caught sight of something lost and frightened behind those crimson eyes.
"If you stay," Loki rasped finally, his reluctance like a living thing, "you'll—"
"Whatever happens," Harry cut in gently, "we're in it together."
A shudder ran through Loki's body and for a heartbeat he sagged closer toward Harry. His skin looked impossibly fragile against the chain. Loki's breath hitched, his ruby-red eyes darting away. "It is what I deserve" he breathed out, still clinging to the resentment.
The feeling would forever haunt Harry as Loki truly believed what he said. The formerly proud troublemaker was just a shell of his former self as he truly believed that he deserved this treatment.
"Please, look at me, Loki," Harry urged, his tone laced with a quiet command. There was a moment of silence where only their breaths mingled in white puffs in the frigid air. Slowly, grudgingly, Loki's body seemed to relax by fractions as exhaustion won out over pride.
Loki slowly lifted his gaze and met his. The depth of pain and fear there made Harry's heartache as the jotun shook his head.
"Don't do anything" Loki pleaded in a raspy voice, his breath hitched as his eyes narrowed with defiance, and something else—something more fragile that Harry had rarely seen.
"why not?" Harry asked with a tender smile, as he reached deeper, their soul bond flared to life making Loki's form shake in its shackles.
"I don't deserve it," Loki said
Harry's expression softened, a mixture of empathy and determination. He stepped closer, his aura of warmth radiating through the cold chamber. "You deserve everything, every bit of hope and love I can give you" he whispered, his resolve unwavering.
Loki clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the tremor in his voice. "I will ruin it again," he said, as if the words were a shield against disappointment. "I always do."
The admission cut through Harry, but he refused to yield to the dark despair of his mate. This was what he subconsciously thought. The bond between them pulsed with an urgency that refused to be ignored as Harry carefully placed his hand over Loki's heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath his fingertips. "Then we'll ruin things together," he replied softly.
"Why?" The single word was torn from him, thick with disbelief, hope barely daring to stir beneath it.
Harry leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching as he whispered fiercely like it was a promise or perhaps a spell. "Because I love you."
An exquisite tension fractured within Loki at those words; his eyes fluttered shut as though overwhelmed by all he tried so hard not to feel. Harry felt it then—a shuddering through their Bond—as something deep inside Loki finally began to yield.
Loki slowly moved as he tried to shrink away from him again, to shield himself. " But I'm a jotun! A monster.. a monster… " but the fight was leaving him.
"You're not," Harry countered, his voice cutting through Loki's grief like light through darkness. "You're not a monster."
The declaration hung in the air between them, potent as magic.
Loki sagged in his bonds, eyes squeezing shut again as if he couldn't quite bear to hear it. "That's what they call me—what I've always been to them," he said, his voice ragged with years of anger and hurt. "You can't just—"
"I can and I will," Harry interrupted firmly, catching Loki's jaw in a gentle but unyielding grip and forcing those uncertain crimson eyes back to his. "I'm not 'them.' I see you."
A shiver went through Loki, and Harry sensed the ripple of something that felt painfully close to wonder before being swallowed by doubt. "You don't know what—I've done things... unforgivable."
Harry's hand on Loki's chest moved slowly upward until it rested lightly against the side of his neck. He felt the fragile pulse there beneath his fingertips and let some of his warmth seep through, willing it to chase away the cold prison around them both. "We've all done things we regret, Loki," he said quietly, powerfully. "But I see more than just your past."
Loki trembled under Harry's touch, pride and despair warring within him even as a glimmer of longing cut through like a sharp blade. "You don't understand. I've spent my entire life trying to prove myself, to prove that I'm more than just a failure. But no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it's never enough. They always see the monster, never the man."
"Then they're blind," Harry said, threading his fingers through Loki's icy hair, cradling him close. The gesture was intimate and fierce in its tenderness, as if he could shield Loki from all the hurt he'd ever known with sheer will alone. "If they can't see who you really are, they don't deserve you. I will take you away from them and hide you away for the rest of our existence"
Loki felt something in him shatter and unravel at those words—a tight knot of pain unraveling with agonizing slowness until only raw vulnerability remained. He was silent for a long moment, breath coming in uneven bursts while Harry waited with infinite patience for the broken pieces to settle into something new.
"You'd do that?" The question escaped him like a whisper, fragile and small—a fractured child's plea for reassurance—as uncertainty warred with the desperate urge to believe.
"Yes," Harry said simply. A wealth of conviction lay beneath the single word like a quiet storm. He spoke it again, softer still. "Yes."
Loki swayed closer as though drawn by gravity or perhaps the gravity of longing itself; but years of fear and doubt still made him flinch back at the last moment, eyes squeezing shut against hope's piercing light. "You will become afraid of me sooner or later"
Harry reached out, his hand brushing against Loki's cheek, the touch sending a surge of warmth through the younger man's body. "I'm not afraid of you, Loki, Never will be. But I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid of what this fear, this self-loathing, is doing to you. You don't have to carry this burden alone. Let me help you. Let me be here for you."
The declaration settled over the dark shadows of worry with a gentle finality that left no room for argument or denial. It bore through Loki's defenses with relentless kindness until all that was left within him was an unfamiliar sensation hovering uncertain and luminous between grief and relief.
A shudder ran through him again—the release of tension wound too tightly for too long—and this time when he sagged forward, it was not in defeat but instead trust as he allowed himself to collapse into Harry's waiting embrace.
The chains rattled softly as Loki shifted his weight, wincing in pain. Harry's gaze softened, and he carefully began to inspect the shackles that bound Loki again. As he touched the metal, he felt a pulsing energy, unlike anything he had ever encountered before.
Harry's hands began to glow with a soft, golden light as he channeled his magic into the shackles. Loki's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the chains begin to loosen, the icy grip on his wrists weakening. Harry catches Loki's body before he crumbles and was keeping him upright with a firm grip.
"I got you," Harry said as he wrapped his other arm around Loki's trembling body as he slowly sat them down on the ground as Loki grunted a protest. "You're not getting rid of me that easy," Harry said as he tried to warm Loki up, how could he change this whole dream scenario to something warmer? Was there even an exit?
"It will end badly for you again," Loki said, shaking his head while searching for excuses, no matter how feeble they were. "No one can love me; it will only lead to sorrow and despair."
"You think I would disappear that easily?" Harry asked quietly. "You're more stubborn than these chains, Loki. If you think you can push me away, you're wrong."
The words made Loki flinch as if they were blows to the chest. It stirred up a whirlwind of painful memories and unwanted hope as all his instincts told him it would end in pain again. But Harry's arms were around him, warm and real, grounding him in the present.
"I—I don't know what to do," Loki admitted, and there was a raw vulnerability in his voice. His usual facade crumbled away to reveal the terrified young man underneath it all.
"Then let me help you figure it out," Harry said soothingly, resting his chin atop Loki's head. "We'll take it one step at a time."
"I'm not strong enough," said Loki so softly it was barely audible.
"Yes, you are," insisted Harry firmly. "You've always been stronger than you think."
Loki trembled at the unexpected kindness that had never been a part of his life lately, until Harry stormed into it like a tornado, changing everything. He opened his mouth to protest again, but Harry silenced him with a soft smile and an unexpected kiss that sent shockwaves through his spirit.
"Do you trust me?" Harry asked gently when they separated. Loki lowered his eyes as self-doubt clawed at him and fear threatened to swallow him whole. Tremors of hesitation made him tentative and small, but he nodded eventually, a gesture that felt momentous in its own quiet way.
"Yes," Loki whispered at last, and the word felt like a jump into the unknown—a leap off a precipice from which there would be no return. His heart thundered within him, wild with apprehension.
Harry held him tighter, unfazed by the tumult that threatened to tear Loki apart from the inside out. Instead, he lent his warmth and strength to Loki's battered soul until resignation softened into acceptance.
"Then we start there," Harry murmured, his breath gentle against Loki's skin. He focused his magic once more on the shackles on Loki's feet, golden light pulsing rhythmically like a heartbeat, pushing through resistance as if it were sheer willpower incarnate. The chains resonated ominously under Harry's hands but began to weaken again; this time they did not pull back with the same ferocity as before.
Loki watched in something akin to awe while every fiber of existence screamed at him not to believe—never to believe—but belief took root anyway. An unfamiliar sense of safety prompted him to rest against Harry more fully than he ever intended or dared dream possible.
"Are we done yet?" Loki asked with an edge of sarcasm meant as a defense more than anything else—a futile stab at erecting old walls before they came tumbling down again under kindness's relentless siege.
Harry chuckled softly without breaking concentration. "Getting impatient already?" His tone carried playful reproach tempered by affection's warmth.
"I seem stuck rather inconveniently," Loki replied dryly though vulnerability lurked behind his facade enough for Harry to see through easily—see past bravado into fragile need beginning finally perhaps inexplicably to trust again despite itself.
With renewed determination coursing through every thought and gesture alike now fueled also by shared humor brightening weariness till even shadows dared hope anew surrounding them both gently unyieldingly—the chains snapped apart.
At that moment, the cold dreamscape seemed to flicker and stutter under pressure from the heat of Harry's magic. It dissolved around them into an explosion of brightness that felt like waking from a long nightmare.
Within seconds, the whole environment changed around them, gone was the stone-cold prison and instead, there was now a modesty large wooden room.
Harry had barely the chance to see the dark red wall panel before Loki pushed him up against the wall next to the fire that cracked pleasantly as he devoured his mouth in deep, drugging kisses. One of his hands was in Harry's hair, holding him in his place and the other was lower on his back, pressing his entire body up against Harry's in a desperate grind.
The whole situation escalated quickly as Harry ran his fingers through Loki's hair, the god shuddered and clung to him, as if afraid he might disappear once more. Harry gently held Loki's face in his hands, slowing down their kiss to give them both a chance to catch their breath. He traced his thumb along Loki's cheekbone before replacing it with his lips.
With the tentativeness of the first frost in winter, Loki pressed his face against the curve of Harry's neck. Harry held onto Loki tightly, desperately not wanting to let go of him again.
"I've got you, my love," Harry whispered to Loki as he kissed the top of his head. He was breathing heavily and holding Loki's dark blue body tighter.
Harry continued to whisper sweet nothings and words of endearment as Loki's body trembled in his arms. As Loki's breathing calmed against Harry's cheek, he could see the cobalt blue skin glowing in the light of the fire. Giving the man all the time he needed to collect himself.
Loki suddenly took another deep breath before he straightened up, his ruby eyes looked directly into Harry's. He could swear that something was twinkling in them, like molten gold, or stars, it was truly a magical sight, one that Loki was ashamed of.
Harry caught Loki's chin between his thumb and index finger as he tried to look away again. "Don't hide from me" He said softly, Loki stared at him, so lost in his expression that it felt like Harry's heart was ripped out of his chest.
"Let's get out of here, I think Eri wants us out of her domain" a slow grin spread over Harry's Lips as he leaned in "And perhaps to a more comfortable place for reacquaint ourselves with each other again, what do you say?"
Loki's eyes darkened as he stared at Harry before looking down at his neck, staring at a spot Harry didn't know what it was. But it was clear that Loki did not want to wake up from this dream.
"No," Loki said and his finger dug into Harry's hair. "Kiss me"
Harry chuckled low as he obliged with fervor and Loki melted against him, abandoning the last of his defenses with an exhilarated sigh. They were suddenly a tangle of limbs and heat, fingers tracing forgotten paths over skin, remixing their every sound and breath into a symphony of rediscovery.
Harry pushed Loki closer to the fire, laying him back against a thickly spread-out rug. The flames danced as Harry leaned over him, drunk on closeness. Shadows flickered across Loki's face as he smiled up at Harry with an intensity that stole his breath away.
"Now you want to slow down?" Loki teased but there was no mistaking the tremor in his voice for anything other than happiness.
"Maybe just a little," Harry replied, grinning. He started mapping every line and contour of Loki's body like he never wanted to forget again, never wanted to miss even the tiniest detail. Something dangerous sparked within him at just how many times he almost did.
The dreamscape around them continued shifting slightly at times around them, adding something new to the environment but neither of them noticed as they only saw each other. HArry bent down and kissed Loki.
Loki gasped under him, finding a breathless laugh. "Careful," he said with a playful arch of an eyebrow.
But Harry was losing himself again and he didn't care. He met Loki's lips with unrelenting heat, pulling him closer until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Their breaths became shallow and urgent, every movement carrying them further from any world they'd ever feared losing each other in.
Clothes were lost without them noticing, discarded like old doubts. Harry's skin was pressed against Loki's; heated alabaster against flushed blue and the sensation was enough to bring back sweet memories of rooms much like this one from when they were still new to each other.
Loki writhed under him, desperate to feel all of him at once. "You're—" Loki whispered between labored breaths, "You're mine."
The possessiveness in his voice made heat pool deep within Harry. "Always," Harry growled before capturing his mouth again. Hands gripped waist and neck and hair, desperate symmetries everywhere they touched.
"Magic feels different here, doesn't it?" Harry panted as he pulled away briefly but just enough to catch Loki's gaze again, his own eyes green fire through electricity-tinged air.
"It feels like you," Loki murmured breathlessly like a confession as he shifted his hips into Harry's.
Harry let out a strangled sound that might have been laughter or longing or both. Triumphant warmth spread through his chest as he pinned Loki beneath him completely.
"Feels dangerous," Harry murmured lowly next to Loki's ear as their voices dipped into an orchestral harmony neither could've orchestrated even if they'd tried.
Loki shivered deliciously against him. "Good," came the reply before he flipped them over in one deft motion with sudden renewed energy and fierce intensity so unexpected that it made stars explode behind Harry's eyes.
Before Harry knew it, his back hit a wooden floorboard with a soft thud. He laughed against Loki's mouth as the fire crackled louder, warming the room and everything around them. There was both urgency and languidness in the way they moved together like they were trying to make up for centuries while also having all the time in the world.
Their faces are closer now, only a breath away from each other as Harry stares into Loki's eyes, searching for any form of fear or regret. But as he found none he brought up a hand to caress Loki's face, skin cold, but not freezing underneath his fingers as Loki leaned into the touch, and a small sight left his lips.
Harry leans in and captures Lokis's lips and as the other man relaxes more, he takes advantage and deepens the kiss. Head tilted to the side as Harry teasingly pulled on Loki's bottom lip between his teeth. Not giving the other man any warning, he pushes Loki back on the bed that had appeared out of nowhere, perhaps because this was their shared dream space. But not that it mattered, it was better than the floor.
Harry broke the kiss for only a breath before he straddled the blue-skinned god with a smile. "You're so beautiful" Harry breathed, pressing hot messy kisses against the dark blue skin, following the natural swills of what Harry only could guess were runes.
"I'm not beautiful, not like this" Loki protested and Harry looked up only to see the man had hidden his face behind his arm, like a shield.
"Yes, you are," Harry said as he started to kiss the naked skin farther up against his chest, his neck. "And I will tell you that, over, and over again until you get tired of me doing it, and accept your fate"
Loki's breath hitched as Harry kissed up along his neck, pulling sounds out of him he didn't know he was capable of. "Never," Loki managed with a gasp, dropping his arm to thread fingers through Harry's hair. "I'll never tire of you."
Harry grinned against Loki's skin, feeling the warmth and coolness, the contrast that was so uniquely his. Hands traced more lines, more runes; uncovering mysteries and tattoos that only seemed to exist in this realm, and he marveled at each one.
Loki shifted beneath him impatiently, drawing Harry back up until their mouths crashed together again. A low whine escapes Loki's lips as Harry takes hold of his hands, fingers intertwine with each other as he puts them over Loki's head and into the soft madras below them as he captures his lips again.
"It is okay, I got you, Love" Harry pants against his lips, giving his hands a hard squeeze. "Just focus on me"
Sweat had started to drip down the royal cobalt blue skin as Loki stared up at his once-reincarnated soulmate. He let the smaller man hold him, not even trying to get free from the grip and the only thing he could do was to stare up at emerald green eyes that were burning.
Loki squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips, trying to calm down, to quell the growing feeling in his gut, and groin as he pressed his head against Harry.
The bond between them was fully opened, feelings and the need for the other echoed over it without mercy. The bed underneath them dipped slightly as Harry moved his body to pin Loki down with a grin and it took the Jotun only a second to understand what the other one wanted.
"What? No" he frowned,
Harry hummed, "Why not?" he asked with a smile
"Not in this form, I'm hideous" Loki protested softly
Harry snorted "To whom? Not to me"
Loki glared up at him "Then your crazy, no one could love this form"
"Ooh, Is that a challenge I hear?" Harry grinned down at him as he let his eyes travel over his muscular body "Let me make love to you".
"Don't start with that" Loki grumbled as Harry's lips traveled down his long neck and Loki's breath rushed out of him in one gasp as his spine raised from the bed as Harry lightly bit down on his cold skin.
"Let me love you," Harry repeated, softer but still insistent, still coaxing.
Loki shuddered, feeling the fear that clenched his heart unravel under Harry's touch. He opened his mouth to protest again, but Harry didn't let him. Instead, he released one of Loki's hands and placed it on his own chest, right above his racing heart.
"This is yours," Harry whispered fiercely. "All of it. Just as I am."
The bond between them pulsed again, resonating with need and warmth. Loki could feel it in every inch of him, touching all the old scars he'd hidden underneath illusions and deflections.
With a shivering sigh, Loki surrendered, pulling Harry closer with the hand still holding his. "It seems I cannot talk you out of this madness."
Harry laughed breathlessly against his throat. "I told you. You're stuck with me."
Loki's breath hitched as Harry's lips lingered on his throat, the warmth of his breath a stark contrast to the chill that naturally radiated from Loki's Jotun form. Harry's hands, gentle yet firm, traced the contours of Loki's arms, his touch igniting a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. The dim red torchlight of the underground chamber danced across Loki's blue skin, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heart.
"That… won't change anything" Loki groaned "You should not like this"
"Then why do I?" Harry countered, moving lower to let his lips wander over Loki's chest, tracing cool swirls against his mouth.
Loki gasped, arching instinctively toward Harry. "You're impossible."
"And you're perfect," Harry murmured. His breath was hot against Loki's skin, undoing him with each word, each touch.
Loki's hand trembled as it lay on Harry's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat that quickened with every shiver he pulled from Loki. It made Loki dizzy and raw, unmade in a way he hadn't thought possible. Harry's grip tightened around his other hand, pulling him back when his mind threatened to spiral away with doubt and disbelief.
"Stay with me," Harry whispered, not just a plea but a promise.
Loki opened his eyes, dragging his gaze up to meet the brilliant green eyes above him. There was no pretense there, no mockery or rejection. Just want—honest and terrifyingly real. The bond between them throbbed insistently, drowning Loki's fears beneath waves of Harry's affection.
"The form suits you," Harry said quietly, his smile softening as he leaned back to admire Loki again. "And I love seeing you like this."
"It suits me," Loki repeated skeptically, but there was less protest in his voice this time.
Harry kissed him until he couldn't form any more arguments, tugging him closer and pulling more breathless sounds from the god beneath him.
"Yes," he said finally, lips brushing against Loki's in a barely there caress. "Because it's you." Harry continued with an amused smirk as his other hand traveled further down to take hold of Loki's stiff erection.
Loki arched into the touch and moaned, feeling Harry's grip sending jolts of pleasure through him. He tugged Harry down to crush his mouth with an insistent kiss, feeling a sense of overwhelming relief in giving it all. Every touch, every gentle word eroded the layers he built over centuries and left only this—two tangled souls and bodies.
Loki felt the pressure inside of him was building up as Harry stroked it, and thumbs at the underside of the head, teasing. Loki was almost ashamed of how easy it was for Harry to rail him up.
"Harry," Loki breathed, low and wanting. He was burning beneath the coolness that was supposed to define him, melting under the heat that radiated from Harry's skin.
Harry let out a helpless laugh against Loki's lips. "I will drive you crazy." It was a vow as much as it was teasing, filled with promise and intent.
"You already do," Loki groaned back, losing himself to the sensation as Harry moved lower, his hands mapping every inch of Loki's body in delighted exploration.
Harry's lips traveled over the sinewy muscles of Loki's stomach until they found their way to his hipbones. His breath was hot against blue skin, drawing another shiver from the god that made Harry grin. He glanced up through tousled black hair, eyes alight with amusement and hunger.
"Look at you," he murmured appreciatively. "So gorgeous."
Loki flushed deeper indigo at the praise, turning his face away in a flustered but thrilled gesture that made Harry chuckle breathlessly.
"Stop that," Loki mumbled with no real force behind it. The bond between them thrummed with shared laughter, threading between untouched corners of their hearts, settling there with bright insistence.
"Not a chance," Harry replied mischievously, closing his mouth over Loki's cock and lavishing it with an attention that made Loki's breath catch in a sharp gasp.
"Oh." It was less coherent protest and more startled pleasure as he instinctively bucked up. Loki's thoughts fractured into jagged pieces as Harry went down on him in earnest, tracing cold veins in maddening patterns with his tongue.
The chamber felt like it tilted on its axis; all Loki could focus on was Harry—his touch, his heat enveloping him completely. Groans tumbled uncontrolled from Loki's lips as he twisted against the sheets.
Harry took him deep again before letting go just long enough to murmur wickedly. "Still think you can talk me out of this?"
Loki grits his teeth against another moan. "No, you are horrible"
he managed thickly before cursing softly when Harry moved faster, pushing him relentlessly towards release with hands and mouth and magic.
"Thank you, I learned from the best" Harry grinned.
Loki huffed out a laugh that was quickly silenced by Harry as he leaned in and kissed him hungrily, not giving him any time to relax. "I will show you how much I love you" He whispered "again, and, again until you can't even think straight"
Loki clutched at Harry's shoulders, his entire world spiraling into white heat and need. "You—ah!" His words collapsed into ragged breaths as Harry took him all the way in, relentless and skilled.
Intensity coiled tighter inside Loki, every sensation heightened until it felt like he was going to come apart entirely. He was shaking, stripped down to nerve, and wanting and feeling alive in a way he hadn't since
The next moan sends a shiver down the base of his spine and Harry swallows back the strange excitement that sends butterflies into his stomach. Loki's body is wracked with shocks, jolting sporadically from his position and it was all his doing.
Loki has no longer any control, and it shows in every twist and treble of his blue body, and he lets it happen. Loki let out a breathless needy moan and bucked his hips back up against Harry's own and whined as Harry nibbled at his throat again. Each press of his lips lit a fire underneath his blue skin and he hated how vulnerable it made him feel.
He was so weak; a simple touch of his hands and he was crumbling down. He felt how Harry started to trace patterns over his marred skin, leaving goosebumps as he did and he felt the heat inside his groan grow, and harden his cock even more.
Harry smiled as he withdrew, looking down at the man who was panting underneath him, "You're so responsive"
"No, I'm- "
Harry then put his lips on Loki's, swallowing up his protest as he deepened the kiss, making Loki moan and arch up against his body as he felt the touches travel lower, over his nipples.
"That's…. unfair" Loki forced through his dazzled mind
Harry hummed in agreement as he nibbled at Loki's skin as he traveled down on him, "True" one kiss "But you like it" Another bite made Loki choke on the air he breathed as Harry slowly undressed him completely so that he finally could look at his whole body and he felt the possessiveness well up inside of him. This was his mate, his and no one else.
Loki lay beneath him, trembling with desire, his pale skin shimmering with sweat, every part of him yearning for more. Harry's breath was hot against Loki's ear, his voice a low, enticing murmur as he whispered, "You're perfect "
Harry's fingers danced across Loki's skin, each touch igniting a spark of desire that seemed to echo through the very air around them. Loki's breath hitched as Harry's hand lingered, teasing, his touch a promise of pleasure yet to come.
Harry's fingers moved with precision across Loki's body and down between them, his long, roughened fingertips lightly teasing Loki's tense, quivering entrance. Harry's hand returned to its exploration, his touch gentle yet deliberate. Loki gasped as Harry's fingers brushed against his entrance again, the pressure light but insistent.
Loki's breath hitched, his spine arching as Harry slowly pressed a now slick-covered finger inside of him. As Harry's fingers pressed deeper, the pressure building until Loki felt himself open, yielding to the gentle invasion. He bit his lip, the sting of pain mixing with the pleasure as Harry's fingers moved inside him, slow and deliberate.
Loki's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into the soft surface beneath him as he struggled to keep his composure as his mate's finger stretched him open in the most deliciously torturous way.
"Ngh, Harry-," Loki gasped, his voice breaking as he tried to stifle the needy sounds clawing their way up his throat. He would not beg. But it was nearly no use. The moment Harry curled that goddamn finger inside him, brushing against that sweet, throbbing spot, Loki's composure almost shattered. A strangled moan tore from his lips, raw and unfiltered, his hands fisting the sheets as pleasure surged through him like a fucking tidal wave.
Harry chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Patience," he whispered, his breath teasing against Loki's ear. "We're just getting started, remember? I will not stop until you are boneless in my arms"
Harry's other hand gripping Loki's hip, fingers digging into the soft skin there.
"Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel." His voice was dark and possessive. It sent shivers racing down Loki's spine. Loki's breath came in short, sharp gasps as he tried to relax, to let go of the tension that had been coiled inside him for so long.
It wasn't easy, but with Harry's steady touch and reassuring presence, he began to unravel, his body surrendering to the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. Harry added a second finger, stretching him wider, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second of this.
Loki reached up, his fingers brushing against Harry's cheek. The touch was tentative, but it held a world of emotion. Harry turned into it, pressing a kiss against Loki's palm. Then he moved lower, biting down on the edge of Loki's hip, keeping his fingers moving steadily inside him. Loki's back arched off the bed, his entire body bowing towards Harry as if pulled by an invisible force.
Harry looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, and Loki shuddered at the expression he saw there. Harry hooked his fingers inside Loki again, stroking that perfect spot with maddening precision. "Is this good?" he asked
"Yes—yes," Loki panted, every nerve in his body was alive and screaming for more. Loki gripping the soft blanket underneath him with his fist, his eyes screwed shut as he is trying to suffocate the small noises that tried to escape him.
Harry's lips trailed down Loki's neck, planting soft kisses as he continued his exploration. His fingers delved deeper, curling to find that exquisite spot within Loki that made the other man squirm and gasp.
"Harry," Loki murmured, his voice ragged with need. It was a plea, a prayer, a promise all wrapped into one. Harry felt his heart swell at the sound of his name on Loki's lips, and he increased his pace slightly, eliciting another needy whimper from his lover.
Harry's free hand roamed up Loki's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling them tense and release under his touch. He pinched a nipple gently between his fingers, rolling it back and forth until Loki arched off the bed, seeking more contact. A third finger joined the others, and Loki's eyes rolled back in his head as Harry stretched him open, his fingers working him with a kind of ruthless efficiency that left Loki reeling.
"You're mine," Harry whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Every inch of you is mine. Mine to love and cherish" Loki could only nod, his mind hazy with pleasure, his body on fire. Harry's fingers were everywhere, fucking him open, pressing against that spot inside him that made white-hot sparks explode behind his eyes.
Harry's emerald eyes locked onto Loki's, the challenge hanging in the air like a spark waiting to ignite. He withdrew his fingers slowly, Loki's whimper of protest echoing softly in the room.
"I heard that you liked to kneel Loki" Harry's rough voice whispered as he stopped what he was doing, hunger burning in his eyes as he looked at the mess he had created and grinned almost evenly as ruby eyes glared up at him. "so get on your knees,"
Loki shook his head playfully, defiant even as he trembled beneath Harry's weight. "Make me," he taunted once more, his voice needy but defiant.
Harry was more than happy to oblige. With a swift movements, he flipped them over until he had Loki right where he wanted him—face down, ass up—and the look of pure lust on Loki's face was enough to push Harry to the brink of madness.
Harry pinned Loki beneath him with a triumphant smirk. His hands gripped Loki's wrists, pressing them into the mattress above his head. "You wanted me to make you, right?" he murmured, voice low and dangerous.
Loki's breath hitched, heat pooling in his stomach at the way Harry looked at him like he was something to be devoured. His heart drummed wildly as he braced himself on his forearms, tilting his hips up in invitation, trying not to seem too desperate for what he already craved so deeply.
"Fuck" Loki said as he glared up at his mate that pressed down on him. Harry tangled his fingers in Loki's hair as he captured Loki's lips in a searing kiss that promised everything.
"That's the idea," Harry said with a cheeky grin, prompting Loki to swat a hand back at him. Harry swiftly caught it and twisted it behind Loki's back, causing him to bend slightly. A groan escaped Loki at the rough movement, but it was nonetheless arousing.
The position exposed Loki even more, but Harry's touch was reassuring, his fingers tracing the curve of Loki's spine with a grin. Harry forcefully pressed his hand onto Loki's shoulder blades, pinning him down with an unyielding grip.
A thrill ran through Loki at the low growl that rumbled from Harry's chest as he took in the sight before him. Loki was breathless with want; every last shred of composure had been flunged right out of him. It was a beautiful chaos.
Harry nibbled at the skin close to his shoulder blade with his teeth and continued to press soft kisses upon the skin as he let his finger sink into his mate again. Earning a gasp of pleasure as he did and with a grin he started where he left off by thrusting his finger in and out of him, painfully slow as he let small bouts of magic rub the rim around his finger.
"You so beautiful" Harry praised as Loki bit down on his arm to silence his moan, silently wanting more but not ready to say anything." My beautiful mate"
Loki bit his lower lip, letting his head fall. Pleasure invaded him strongly as his hand clung to the textile underneath him, he could feel his toes curl and his muscles tense and he refused to open his eyes as heat enveloped his body. Sweat creates a second layer on his otherwise cold skin.
"What do you need?" Harry's fingers were relentless, fucking into Loki with a precision that made the god's thighs tremble and his cock drip onto the sheets. Every inch of Loki's body was coiled tight. Harry's breath was hot against Loki's ear, his voice a low, commanding growl that sent shivers down the god's spine. " Tell me what you want."
Loki gasped, his hips rocking back against Harry's hand. "Harry, please—I need you."
Harry's growl was filled with raw desire as he pulled his fingers away, leaving Loki feeling empty and yearning. He didn't make him wait for long. Harry's cock was glistening with precum as he lined himself up with Loki's trembling hole.
"Loki," Harry rasped, every part of him focused on the man who knelt before him. The hunger in his eyes was tempered by tenderness—all-consuming but infinitely careful not to shatter or break despite how frantic their need was becoming.
"Say it," Harry demanded roughly but lovingly as one hand ghosted down the curve of Loki's spine while the other kept its iron grip on Loki's hip.
"What do you want me to say?" There was an edge in Loki's voice that spoke to how far gone he already was under Harry's skillful touch.
"That you'll be mine forever—that nothing will take you from me."
Loki shivered helplessly as fingers traced over sensitive skin like every inch of him belonged irrevocably and completely to this man—because it did—and nothing else mattered beyond that one simple truth.
"Yes," he gasped out between ragged breaths as he finally surrendered entirely—body, heart, everything—to both gravity and love, "Yes! Yes, I'm yours! Always!"
Harry slid effortlessly inside him with one smooth thrust that knocked all air from Loki's lungs and filled them with something far sweeter—a bliss so overwhelming it ensured neither man would ever doubt again who they lived for or why this had all been worth waiting an eternity for.
Loki's hands clawed at the bedding as Harry settled fully inside, his thick length throbbing between Loki's trembling legs. "Look at me," Harry commanded his voice a velvet growl, pulling Loki's face around with a hand that gently yet firmly grasped his jaw. Loki's red and gold-flecked eyes locked on Harry's emerald stare, their breath mingling in ragged pants as Harry's movements began in slow, torturous strokes.
"I love you" Harry murmured, the words reverberating deep into Loki's very soul as his movements slowed, and shifted to long, measured strokes. Loki's fingers brushed over the mark of Harry's forearms where he braced above him, tracing the flex of corded muscle there as he trembled.
Harry's thumb dragged down Loki's neck, leaving trails of calm in the wake of his touch. "You've been carrying the weight of other's shame, of other's cruelty for too long."
Loki shivered beneath him, lips parting with a soft gasp as Harry continued to thrust into him slow and deep. "Not anymore," Harry said, pulling back slightly before pushing fully inside Loki again.
They both moaned at the movement, Loki's eyes wide and surprised and oh-so-beautiful as the warmth of Harry's words settled through him. Loki's hands released the bed and wound upward, to grip Harry's neck above him: "More—"
Harry's control slipped, and his body moved faster, driven by the look in Loki's eyes and the sound of his own name tumbling from Loki's lips. His thrusts were powerful and purposeful now, every movement drawing a chorus of needy sounds from the god beneath him.
Loki arched under Harry's relentless pace, mouth falling open with each rough push. The friction was incredible, and heat built inside him like a storm—wild and consuming. "Fuck," Loki gasped, meeting Harry's thrusts, lost in the rhythm they created together.
The request ended on a jagged inhale as Harry seated himself deep inside Loki and began to thrust faster, his breathing breaking. He shifted his weight and angled himself inside Loki with precision born of both magic and necessity. The hit to his prostate pulled a scream from the god that bordered on prayer or worship. "Always, whatever you need, my love," he ground out, shifting so his body pinned Loki's beneath him fully.
"Yes!" Loki gasped as instinct drove him higher towards release, "Right there! Oh gods right there!"
Harry braced himself harder, thrusting into Loki with the intent to break them both with pleasure. "Don't you dare hold back," Harry said, his breath coming in harsh bursts. He drove deeper, faster still, feeling Loki shudder around him.
When he reached between them to wrap his fingers around Loki's slick cock, stroking him in time with each thrust, the world seemed to shatter. His head spun dizzyingly—white-hot pressure built sharp and inevitable—and still moving in perfect tandem with every part of him, flesh and spirit entwined.
"Let go," Harry commanded softly but irresistibly against skin already slick from sweat; creating friction where none should be possible.
"Fuck—I'm gonna—oh gods—" Loki's breath hitched.
Harry was now completely bottomed out as he laid his whole weight on Loki. The god of mischief lay sprawled beneath him, his lithe frame pressed deep into the mattress.
"Don't hold back," Harry murmured, low and gravelly, "I want to hear you as you come."
"Harry—!" Loki bit off a scream as the pounding of his mate's hips against him drove him over the edge. He came with a wailing cry of release that echoed through the room, his entire body convulsing around Harry as pleasure ripped through him like wildfire.
Harry looked down at Loki and took in every little bit of the expression he made. Harry intertwined their fingers as he hugged his mate closer to his chest while he remained still inside of him, not giving his lover any time to come down from the crashing climax he was going through.
His vision blurred with stars bright white in the darkness of magic firework displays bursting as Harry grunted hard against Loki's shoulder and spilled inside of him, heat flooding into the god of mischief so intense it sent him into a second blinding climax that left him gasping for air.
Harry held Loki tightly through it all, every muscle taut with need before slowly winding down to softening tremors as they panted against each other, foreheads pressed together intimately. Their bodies were a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, and Harry still refused to let him go even an inch, pressing Loki against him like he was afraid he would disappear.
They stayed that way for long moments afterward: tangled together on the sweat-damp sheets, riding the aftershocks of pleasure while their breaths slowly evened out. Harry brushed a light kiss against Loki's cheekbone and grinned lazily at him. "Are you alright?" Harry's voice was soft now, raw from effort and emotion.
Loki hummed contentedly, eyes fluttering shut as his body relaxed into a hum of satiated bliss. "I've never been better," he admitted, and it wasn't a lie. "You spoil me"
Harry hummed "Not quite enough I see, as you still can think straight" Harry murmured, shifting just enough to hover above Loki without untangling their arms or legs quite yet.
Loki huffed indignantly but couldn't hide the warmth suffusing his expression—or miss the teasing lit in Harry's eyes.
He shifted his hips, an enticing and dangerous motion. "Oh?" Loki's lips curved into a smile that promised endless mischief.
Harry's lips curved in a knowing smile as he began to pull out. Loki shivered at the loss and bit his lip when he felt Harry's release start to trickle out of him. His thighs clamped tight together to trap the sensation, a little whine escaping his throat.
"I'm not done spoiling you," he said in a silky whisper. He nudged Loki's legs apart and pressed two fingers inside, forcing his seed back where it belonged. Loki gasped at the sudden pressure and clutched at Harry with a fresh surge of need.
"Greedy, aren't we?" Harry teased as he finger-fucked him slowly, deliberately working a third finger in as he watched Loki thrash helplessly beneath him.
"Y-you love it—" Loki moaned weakly, his body still trembling from before but already building again toward another crest.
"I do," Harry admitted shamelessly as he pushed yet another finger in deeper, spreading Loki open wide as he crooked his fingers just right.
"Oh, gods!" Loki cried out again as Harry found that perfect spot and worked him over with ruthless precision. It was all too much for Loki's already over-stimulated body to handle; Harry barely had time to cover his mouth with his own to swallow the scream that tore through him when Loki shattered once more, spilling between their bodies with violent intensity. The god of mischief, the trickster, the chaos-weaver—reduced to a trembling, gasping wreck beneath the man who'd somehow become his everything.
Only then did Harry finally relent on his poor wrung-out lover. He withdrew fingers slick with heat and loss but didn't stop touching Loki for even a moment afterward.
He tucked the boneless god securely against his chest and wrapped them both up carefully in the sheets so only Loki's flushed face peeked out.
Loki lay there for long moments, utterly undone. The bond surged with wild light and left him raw but impossibly full; the aftershocks of pleasure sent delicious tremors through his limbs. Very distantly, he heard Harry's voice laughing huskily near his ear.
"Mission accomplished."
Loki managed a weak glare that held no real venom before tugging at Harry's hair to bring his mouth back down for another kiss. It was languid and consuming, a slow claiming that left them both panting.
"You are ridiculous," Loki accused hoarsely when they broke apart. He could feel the answering laughter heating his own veins from where his magic tangled with Harry's.
"And you love it," Harry countered easily, settling beside him with a triumphant smirk as he pulled Loki back against his chest.
Loki sighed in grudging agreement, twisting enough to snare their legs together possessively. He liked this—the solid realness of it, of them—and the reckless freedom that came from knowing neither had any intention of letting go.
"Yes," Loki said again, softer now but no less sincere as he surrendered to the warmth at his side. "I do."
"Mine," Harry murmured against Loki's lips bruised skin, his voice soft, almost reverent, and Loki felt something inside him settle, something he hadn't even realized was out of place.
"Yours," Loki agreed, his voice soft but firm. "Always yours."
Loki turned his head, capturing Harry's lips in a tender kiss that spoke of more than just lust.
The flushed and exhausted expression made his heart swell in love as he let his forehead rest against Loki's. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Loki felt safe—claimed, owned, loved. A content purr left the god of mischief as he pressed himself closer to Harry.
Harry's warm breath grazed Loki's skin as he murmured into the peaceful quiet. "I'll follow you anywhere." It was a promise wrapped in words but bound in magic, and it glowed inside Loki like a sun.
'Anywhere,' the word echoed in Loki's mind as he let exhaustion finally take hold, tugging him gently toward sleep.
Harry stayed awake a moment longer, watching Loki's face relax completely for the first time since his return. He felt the weight of his old nightmares lifting; the fear that he'd lost this—that he'd lost Loki—started to fade.
He would cherish this man, this god, this beautiful and chaotic spirit for every second they had together.
Finally, surrendering to weariness himself, Harry closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him. Their bond flared up in the back of his mind, magic thick in the air. He felt the heat collide inside of his stomach as magic ripped through their combined limbs. Bounding them together, body soul, and magic.
Yes, everything would be alright.