The Unthinkable Offering (A Loki FanFic)

The Feast

"Again." Loki's voice echoed off the walls of their gym room.

Eisa steeled herself, took a deep breath and charged at him again, a blunt dagger in each hand. He easily deflected her hands, as he had done so many times before.

"You are forecasting again."

She huffed in frustration. Loki had taken it upon himself to teach his wife combat survival skills. As pleased as he was that they were going to get to go to a feast together, with so many people expected to attend, he was worried about another kidnapping attempt. He wanted to be prepared for any eventuality.

"This isn't working. I will not be the one on the offensive. Can we go back to working on defense, please?"

Loki cocked an eyebrow at her.

"I will keep my lips to myself this time."

"Will you?"

They were slowly circling each other. Loki was shirtless, hair tied back in a low ponytail, soft fleece trousers slung low on his hips and barefoot. Eisa was wearing a thin green camisole and a small pair of black shorts that barely covered her ass.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I mean, I can try."

He smirked, "Turn around. I am going to attack you from behind. You must try and get free. No daggers this time."

Eisa tossed the daggers to the floor and turned her back to him. She stood and waited, facing away from the mirror, the anticipation causing her heart rate to pick up in her chest.

Silently, Loki grabbed her around her arms and lifted her off the ground. Her legs were flailing wildly.

"You are wasting your energy. You are going to tire yourself out like that. You are at my mercy. A few kicks to the shin will not help you."

Eisa stopped thrashing, waiting for instruction.

"I have you locked in my arms, but this is not an efficient method of transport. Your attacker would need to set you down to sling you over his shoulder. That is when you make your move, understand?"

"Yes."

"Knee or fist to the groin, a punch to the throat, fingers to the eyes. You are small, not as strong as your opponent, you need to aim for the areas that will cause the most devastation. Your attacker cannot follow you if he cannot see."

He set her down and spun her around, "Knee!"

She raised her knee direction of his crotch, "Good." He deflected her. "If the blow is hard enough, the assailant will double over in pain." He bent over toward her, "Poke the eyes, punch the throat." Eisa pressed her thumbs lightly to his eyes then imitated an uppercut to his Adam's apple.

"Very good. Now at this point, I am doubled over in pain, temporarily blinded, and gasping for air. Time for you to flee." He righted himself and kissed her forehead.

"What if I am injured? Like at the hayshed? I had the wind knocked out of me and he closed off my airway until I passed out."

"You were panicking."

"Yes."

He took a deep breath, "Are you willing to walk me through it?"

"Yes," she nodded determined, "If it helps get me out of a similar situation, yes." She went to lie down on a mat and looked up at him. "He was kneeling beside me."

"You don't have to do this."

"I'm fine. Kneel beside me."

Loki did as he was told, kneeling beside her body, he placed a large hand on her hip, "I don't like this. I have changed my mind."