Can a God, truly be redeemed?

Chapter 2

     As Loki teleported back into his shared apartment with you he was greeted with an empty room. He always had hope in his heart that you would be there to greet him as you used to, yet now as always you are gone and he is again alone till you crawl home from the office in the dead of night. Upset and extremely frustrated after the utter catastrophe of the so called "mission", he desperately wanted to come home, lose himself, and his built up frustration with the release he found when he could fuck you and himself senseless. Losing himself in the pleasures he found with you was something the hedonistic God within him desperately craved.

     Anytime Loki felt overwhelmed and frustrated he knew the only way to wile away his problems and find his peace was in the pleasures of the flesh. It's been over a month since he had found his release in his beloved's arms. As of late the only ones he receives is with his own hand. His cock was never as satisfied with being pleasured by himself as it was being buried deep within his kittens tight cunt.

      Loki decided tonight since he was going to be spending it alone again, he would find his escape in another kind of sinful pleasure. He was going to the bar down the block and have himself a good couple of drinks to soothe his spirit. He waved his hand over himself and changed his battle armor to a clean pair of black trousers, black dress boots, and nice dark green button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone. Feeling clean and refreshed Loki teleported himself just beside the bar on the side street and walked in.

     Thankfully this establishment was much nicer then the others Thor tends to take him too. Soft music played, while customers sat in booths or tables scattered around. The dim lighting and chill atmosphere was exactly what he needed, Loki thought to himself. He took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered himself a glass of smooth whiskey. He never cared for the other sad excuses of alcohol Midgard offered. Their supposed drink called "beer" was a sad attempt at Asgardian mead in Loki's eyes. The wine on Midgard was not all bad, and usually his drink of choice, but for the mood and feeling he was in he preferred whiskey. Smooth and strong  to sooth his nerves and cravings. He pulled his current book he had been occupied reading out of his pocket dimension and leaned back against the wall next to him and sipped his whiskey while he read.

     He wondered if he should attempt to message you and at least let you know where he had gone, but decided against it. He didn't really feel like you cared to know much anymore. Ever since you received your new position, you have pulled away from him completely. This new job has taken over all of you, and he hated every bit of it. He would never say though. He knew how desperately you wanted this job. It was your goal since college to be an editor for a publishing house.

     That's what drew you both together in the first place. Your joint love of reading. Since the day you quite literally walked into each other at the book shop. Both nose deep and walking around with a book in your face, you collided into each other. Loki shocked but hardly moved while you fell back as if you hit a wall, not realizing you walked into someone. As Loki reminisced about the day he met you and how quickly and fully he fell for you, he didn't notice the woman who sat herself next to him at the bar. He glanced up to see who interrupted his train of thought, and noticed the woman sat next to him.

     He eyed the woman warily as she turned to look at him as well. A salacious smile stretched across her overly made up face. Even though Loki preferred women with a more natural look like his beloved, he could not deny the woman next to him was attractive and looking at him like he was something to eat. Any other day Loki would quickly react and let her know that her attention was unwanted and should take herself elsewhere. Tonight though, with how alone he has been feeling and unwanted by the one woman in all the nines he wants most, he chooses to acknowledge this woman with a smirk and a wink and bask in some much needed attention for a change.