Prisoner

One more truth

After three months of travelling throughout the realms to bring back the peace that I've destroyed, we were finally able to reach it. We haven't returned to Asgard, and the darkness inside me had vanished as if it had been all Asgard's fault. Of course, the place where I grew up had nothing to do with my sadness and my sadistic mind but I had to admit that being away from Odin and all his hateful subjects had been very rewarding for my mind.

At that moment we were in Svartalfaheimr, although we didn't need to fight there. The elves were most welcoming to us, they even wanted Thor to sleep in their finest house. My husband, being the humble warrior he was since he had been banished to Midgard, had refused. Personally, I was tired of sleeping in tents, but I had to go along with him. Thus, during the few weeks we have spent in Svartalfaheimr, we have slept in tents.

I couldn't help but smile happily and a little bit mischievously when I saw our shared cot. It was, of course, a mess from last night. Thor and I have been sleeping together every night since we had parted from Asgard and he hasn't gotten tired of me. At least, he hadn't said or done anything to indicate so. Quite the contrary. On the first night we had arrived here, we had been eating with The Warriors Three and Lady Sif at a campfire. Thor had been eating the leg of an enormous animal. Only its leg had been as wide as Thor's shoulders. I, on the other hand, had been eating some raw vegetables that I had cast. Some of the warriors had been eating my vegetables too. In the beginning, everything had been weird between me and them, but after had been fighting alongside each other in arduous battles they had started to trust me a bit more each day that passed by. However, the situation had been different with Thor's closest friends. At that moment, they had been complaining about Thor and me sleeping in the same tent. Even when they already knew we were married.

"You can't possibly be telling me that you prefer sleeping with Loki to by yourself," Had exclaimed Volstagg while eating another leg of that animal as big as Thor's.

"I am saying exactly that, yes," Had answered Thor while gulping down a mouthful of his meat. My hunger had vanished since this conversation had started. However, Thor had been too busy eating to notice my discomfort.

"But, how can you sneak out a beautiful maiden if Loki is there?" Had asked Fandral eyeing me from the side. We hadn't spoken other than necessary, and Thor had been a little bit jealous of his friend. Usually, that had me laughing since he had nothing to be jealous of. However, I liked his jealousy. It didn't match mine, but it had been close.

"Listen, Fandral," Thor had been clenching his teeth while speaking. He hadn't said anything, but his relationship with Fandral hadn't been the same since he had learned that his friend had been the first man I had sex with. "I don't intend to sleep with anyone else than my husband," He had stated loud and clear and I had been able to feel my pulse in my ears. Fandral had looked away as if he had been ashamed.

"But still, didn't you say that your marriage was arranged by the Allfather?" Had asked Sif, hope had been shining in her blue eyes. I knew that look all too well: it wasn't a secret that she had wanted to be Thor's partner since we were adolescents. Sometimes I used to believe that Thor had crossed that line, but I had learned that he never had. It had pleased me to know it, somehow.

"It may be my Father's idea to get us married, but that doesn't mean our marriage is not real. It is as real as anybody else's. And I don't intend to sleep with anyone who is not my husband, since he satisfies my every desire. Loki is everything I need," His voice had been so hard when speaking that no one else had dared to add anything. My heart had throbbed with happiness when he had finished speaking.

I smiled at the memory of that first night. Thor had defended our relationship and me so strongly and passionately that I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been there. That night we had had sex until the first sun rays had been entering through the slim clothing of our tent. Thor had made sure to leave visible marks on my skin, so nobody would doubt our relationship the following day. Maybe I was a fool, but I loved his ways of showing his ownership over me. He had owned me since we were nothing but young adolescents finding out our body functions. It was only natural that I enjoyed the need he had to mark me as his for everybody to see. On the other hand, I didn't stay idle either. I left my own marks on his natural tanned skin for everybody to see them. He was much more desired than I was, so I was very proud to be the only one allowed to mark him as my own. At least for the time being.