A Fallen God and An Angel

08. Prince of Alfheim

Summary:

Prince Loki and Princess Sera meet Prince Silas of Alfheim.

Prince Loki of Asgard awoke to a ridiculously bright sun paired with a pounding headache and cold sweat. He didn’t bother opening his eyes, instead, a slight flick of his wrist was enough to draw the dark drapes into place and block out the unwanted guest. He exhaled deeply, hoping to ease back to sleep, yet the unfamiliar vanilla scent that surrounded him forced his senses into alertness. He immediately shot up to a sitting position, wide-eyed.

It took his foggy brain a minute to take in his surroundings. The appalling whiteness of the vast bed chamber and intricate floral patterns covering the furniture reminded him that he was in Alfheim. 

Soft rhythmic breathing caught his attention, and he, finally, noticed the Princess of Vanaheim sleeping next to him. Her skin was slightly darker than his, her previously majestic fiery mane in messy tangles above her head, and her lush bosom completely exposed.

He relaxed, breathing out the air he hadn’t even realised was trapped in his lungs as his head fell back into the soft pillow and closed his eyes. Vague memories of the night before began creeping into his mind. Drinking, dancing, lots of drinking and more dancing. A needy kiss, then, hungrily ravishing his princess. He smirked at the memory. Nothing unusual after the long night they had, courtesy of the Queen of Alfheim. 

Loki watched Sera sleep, instinctively reaching out to move the few stray strands of hair from her face. He chuckled to himself as her warm face leaned into his cold touch. This very woman is a ruthless warrior feared by all realms, and now she lies so peacefully, reacting to the most delicate touch—his touch. Loki licked his lips instinctively at the thought. 

The petite princess stirred in her sleep, making soft noises as she nuzzled more into his hand and turned her body fully towards him. He decided to let her have her rest and waved his hand lazily to make the soft blankets pull up onto her body.

Initially, they had both thought the ball was an unnecessary distraction, but now as he sat up again and stretched out his body, the trickster god decided it was a much-needed release. He let out a long yawn as his naked body lifted from the massive bed, deciding that the best remedy for the remaining sleep in him was a cold shower.

Minutes later the redhead princess finally woke up, stretching about and almost turning herself completely horizontally in the process. Sera yawned and rubbed her eyes, wincing at the few stray beams of light that shone from behind the drapes.

She massaged her temples before raking her fingers through her thick hair in a futile attempt to tame it. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scents surrounding her as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights. She continued stroking her head, trying her best to ease the pesky pulsation caused by the eventful night. 

A wide smile spread across her face; Alfheim truly is the land of pleasures. She’d almost forgotten what such grand pleasures felt like. Even though Vanaheim has its share of festivals and feasts, none of it could compare to the grandeur of Alfheim festivities. 

In all the nine realms, only the elves know how to truly have a good time. Perhaps the official visit wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She could do with dancing and drinking for a few days. She giggled lightly at the thought, far away memories forming in her still-hazy mind.

“Apparently, a good fuck was all that was needed to fix your temperament, little princess.” Loki mused, interrupting her train of thought. Her eyes finally fully opened to meet the dark prince’s.