When Thor had sworn the oath to serve her, her needs, he hadn't exaggerated one bit. Thor had sat her on his thrown and had forced her legs open wide over the armrests. He moaned in appreciation as he tasted her. Namira's hands had wrapped into his hair, urging him deeper as she pressed herself closer to him. He'd chuckled at her, telling her to be patient.
She had whimpered in protest, but sure enough he'd curled two fingers into her, his tongue now teasing her clit. Thor wasted no time to make her climax.
That moment her body tightened and her muscles trembled she also felt a flutter deep in her core just as she rode the height of her release, "Loki!"

Thor stilled between her legs, glancing up with an eyebrow raised even as Namira flushed deeply, "He's there. At my tree... I feel him there."
The timing had just been terrible, but as Thor eased his fingers from her and cleaned them off of her juices with her mouth, he straightened, "Let's go then. Let's give him a proper welcome. I'll take the portal, you go to your throne."
Namira nodded, that tremor of fear in her, but Thor drew her in to kiss her deeply, "I'll always protect you Namira. He can't harm you now."
She knew that, she felt that promise in her soul, but still she wasn't keen on seeing the God who'd tried to kill her twice when she had still been human.

As Thor vanished, so did she, taking herself to the majestic throne made of moonstone and gold, that stood some way before Yggdrasil. Her throne.
As she sat down of it, her long flowing robes shimmered like the night sky as she stared Loki down who still stood nervously at the entrance. The air was thick with tension as he prepared to face the consequences of his actions against her. He needed her. He needed the power she could grant him.

Loki approached her slowly, a shiver running down his spine as he realised his actions now had made an enemy of the Goddess with the power to shape reality itself, to heal, to restore.
"Loki," Namira's voice echoed through the hall, a melodic tone that carried both warmth and serenity, even though she felt neither as she looked at him. "What brings you to my domain? Your presence here is not welcome after the crimes you've committed against me."
Loki swallowed hard, his silver tongue momentarily failing him. He dropped to one knee before her, a gesture of submission, and spoke with a mix of desperation and remorse. "Namira, I come before you to beg for forgiveness. I have acted impulsively and foolishly, and I acknowledge the gravity of my transgressions."

Namira raised an eyebrow, her expression unyielding as she drew from the strength within her, "Impulse and foolishness are no excuses for your actions, Loki. You attempted to kill me, twice."
Loki cast his eyes downward, unable to meet Namira's piercing gaze. "I was blinded by my own desires, my Lady. The power that you offered Thor so freely.. I thought it could be mine. I craved it, and in my greed, I sought to take it for myself."

Namira remained silent for a moment, contemplating Loki's words who seemed to hold its breath as the goddess considered the sincerity of the trickster god's plea. Finally, she spoke, "Forgiveness is not easily earned, Loki. You ask for my forgiveness and with that, you ask for my trust after this to gift you one of my apples... A trust I have no basis for, a trust I cannot give you."

Desperation flickered in Loki's eyes and he clutched his chest, as if feeling the weight of his transgressions physically. "Please, Namira, I beg you to reconsider. I can make amends. I can offer you treasures beyond your imagination. Just grant me forgiveness."
Namira's gaze remained unwavering. "No, Loki. The consequences of your actions cannot be undone so easily. A trust once broken is not easily mended, but it can be done... in time."

A surge of anger overcame Loki, his eyes narrowing as he rose to his feet. "You dare refuse me? I, who am capable of feats that defy the very fabric of reality? I will not be denied!"
Before Namira could react, Loki unleashed a burst of magical energy, swirling dark clouds that surrounded him. The air crackled with chaotic energy as Loki's frustration manifested into a tempest of power.

Namira raised her hand, the apples on Yggdrasil glowing in response to the threat he made against her. "Loki, do not add to your transgressions against me like this. Leave this realm before you bring more calamity upon yourself and become truly unforgivable."
But Loki, consumed by his wounded pride, was beyond reason. The hall trembled as he unleashed his wrath, the very foundations of Namira's sanctuary quivering under the weight of his fury.

Namira rose from her throne to approach him even as Thor had immediately stepped between his brother and her. She summoned her power to her, the strength of healing, restoration, and touched Loki's shoulder, easing his anger until he could be reasoned with, "Loki. I am not your enemy. Do not make me one."

The trickster God regarded her for a moment, hesitating, but his darkness disappeared as quickly as it had come. Namira didn't know if her power was the only thing responsible for that, or the lack of power in his body was too.
Loki's gaze dropped to the floor again in an act of submission, "Then what can I do?"


TBC...

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