Love Letter From Loki

Your Apology to Loki

This is a reply to Loki's break up
Letter. There is no way you'd leave him
Hanging. You had to get your reply back to him. You had to let him know how much he means to you, and how much you remember that glorious day on the beach.

Translation:
Elsku Konúngúrinn minn Loki= my dear king
Ástin Minn = my love/darling.
Elskan= the one someone loves

Elsku Konúngúrinn Minn Loki
(My Dearest King)

I was elated when I received your letter. Saying you still loved me even after what was said and done. I have been wracked with guilt for leaving the way I did. I knew I shouldn't have. I was just so upset by your lack of trust in me, I needed to leave before more words were spoken that couldn't be taken back. To think I would prefer your brother over you is insanity and cut me deeply.

My love, you are one of the smartest Gods I know but at times you truly are daft. When I said we're done, those were a poor choice of words. Elskán, I could never be done with you, I do not think that would ever be possible.  Reading your letter made my heart soar with happiness and made my pussy drip with anticipation.

Your words were like erotic venom and they made me relive the rest of that evening. I knew that night, was the night I was destined to be yours and together would conquer the realms.

I remember I sat upright and pinned you down with one hand as my other hand pressed upon your chest. I slowly rocked my hips back and forth along your shaft, sticky and wet with our combined juices. After a couple of rotations with my hips, I moved back and you slipped from my pussy. The coldness of your cock as it oscillated free and slapped wetly against my inner thighs.

The night air stung against my wet pussy, but the sharp cold didn't seem to concern you. Perhaps it was due to your  Jotun physiology I thought. Oh, that's right My Love, at this stage I knew all about you. I made it a point to learn all I could about the God of Mischief. 

I must say what I heard made me.... Intrigued. The whispers of the maidens as they revealed in stories of your skills, on and off the training grounds. Had me wondering if it was all an act or if you are really careless with women in general.  I needed to know before I fell deeper into a void of my heart.

The day I arrived in Asgard with my father when he asked to marry me off to your brother shattered me. I dreamed of being a Valkyrie so as a Valkyrie would I stepped up and demanded I be allowed to join those amazing warriors. So when your father allowed me to join the Valkyrie I was filled with so much joy and excitement.

When he said I was to stay away from Thor, I obliged kindly. I knew that wouldn't be an issue. I had one thought and one thought only that was to become the best Valkyrie had ever seen.  That was until you walked into the training grounds. 

The moment I saw you walk in wearing those tight soft leathers with stir-up straps, buckling down your legs wrapping around your boots, it fit against your thighs so tightly I wondered how you were able to even move so freely. My breath hitched as my eyes trailed a path up your verdurous silk tunic, fit to perfection as It bonded to your chest.

Untied laces that intertwined with the other created a loose knot that hung around your neck. Your raven shoulder-length hair, tied up messily in a bun. A few stray strands tucked behind your ears accentuate your strong sharp jawline. My eyes roamed down to your smooth neck. Gods I wanted to just push you against one of those columns and leave sweet little bruises along that perfect skin.

My eyes continue their ocular assault seeing Gold embroidered sleeves, you had rolled them up to your forearms. I could see the veins popping out as you gripped your daggers within each hand and started sparing with Fandral. Anytime you come into the pit I lose my baring when I am around you.  A dangerous game I know because on that day, Brunhilda managed to knock me down onto my ass. You stopped sparing and turned your attention to me, on the ground dirty and defeated. I looked up seeing your emerald eyes upon me, a spry smile crossing those kissable lips.