It was set in the fine threads of Yggdrasil, that they were never to be with one another, or the world as they know would cease to exist. Loki's tired of it. He wants this more than anything. But will you give up your safety net? Could you risk it a...
note: this chapter has a bit of porn in the middle-ish end, so just skip to the next chapter if you're not comfortable with that sorta thing! :)
Boarding trains at three in the afternoon was as pleasant as could be. The lands of New Asgard were quiet and content, fields of grass and bales of hay enclosed by picket fences. How fortunate of you to ride it out with Loki.
He placed the little attache he was carrying onto the fine oak table. He threw a tantrum before that of course, most probably to entertain you. Thor and Love couldn't accompany you, much to your dismay, as the young girl was off to school- and was quite late. It made you smile, Loki acting like himself, rolling his eyes, "I deserve nothing less than first class for savingevery multiverse in existence."
The ride didn't have much to talk about, you both spent the majority of the time looking out the window and observing the fluffy cows. When supper had rolled around, most of it was spent debating what you both wanted, ultimately settling on aligo de olio.
To no one's surprise, Loki's calm and refined etiquette resulted in a relatively clean and neat meal- his lips were moisturised, his clothes stain-free and his plate clean- except for that little bit of pesto on the right of his face. It bothered you. The pasty green against the pale khaki tint of his complexion.
"You've got a little something here," you pointed to your face, deciding to inform him of his messiness.
Loki conjured up a mirror, wiping the sauce with a napkin and proceeding to admire his reflection. "I look rather princely, don't you think?" He turned to you, smirking.
"Your table manners aren't really princely, my prince."
"Why must you stab me, dearest," He put on a small pout, which honestly was adorable, but on Loki, it just seemed as though he was being a dick. He swipes his finger across the plate and swabs it on his cheek, much closer to his lips this time, "Do I still have something on me, love?"
Bastard.
"Right here," you pointed out its location on your own face.
"I can't quite see it, can you wipe it off for me?" He smirked.
Bastard.
You pulled him closer to you, grabbing his chin and tilting his face downwards so you could look at him face to face. Wiping the napkin across his face shouldn't have been so terrifying, except he was staring down at you, lips parted and your heart thumping. It was so casual, yet so intimate. Fuck Loki.
Probably not the best slogan.
\-/
"Greetings, King Brunhilde," you and Loki bowed.
She smirks, and you honestly couldn't deny, she was fiercely attractive. "So the prince lives," she laughs viciously.
"No, he really is dead in this timeline, this is a different one," you tilted your head comically as you denied her claims.
"So his little woman speaks for him," She gives you a one-sided grin, stepping down from her throne and making her way towards you.
"I am anything but his woman," you answer before Loki has the chance to. The last time with Frigga was a bit awkward, to say the least.
"Care to have lunch with me?"
\-/
"Fuck, faster," you moan against the wall of the corridor. Valkyrie had you pinned against her body, her fingers up your wet cunt, flexing and pulsing at your sweet spot. She had been irresistible ever since she ate that oyster with her mouth, her tongue daring to tease you.
Seductress.
"like that, darling?" She was fucking with you, fingers up your vagina and her lips against your stomach, daring you to come undone for your king.
"Yes, please more, my king," It had been a bit since your last orgasm, and god dammit would it be great to have another. Especially from this woman.
"That's my good girl," If her skilful fingers weren't the main action of lust over you, it most definitely would be her voice that pushed you over the edge.
"Loki," You cried as a wave of pleasure overcame you, your entire body paralysed by your orgasm. You hadn't even realised what you had said. Not until you saw her staring up at you, her hand paused over your breast.
"Oh god," you gasp, sinking from your high, "I didn't mean to-"
"Using sex to get him off your mind?" Brunhilde smirks, giving your nipple a slight pinch.
You just nod, fucking the king of bloody new Asgard and moaning someone else's name isn't exactly ideal.
She doesn't talk after that, but rather fills the awkward silence with a caring smile. She pulls your pants back up, and redoes your bra. Holy shit. The king of New Asgard was giving you aftercare.
She adjusts your hair and wipes the beads of sweat off your forehead and finally speaks, "You know, I've been there once, I called them forgetting fucks." She takes one last glance at you, "They never work."
"Well, she's dead now," she sighs solemnly, "And I can't get a second chance like you have."
"You have Carol," you try to reassure her. It doesn't work.
"She's out saving the universe," Valkyrie turns her head to the clear sky, "And I'm king. We have too big a responsibility to set aside."
"Darling?" Of course, the devil himself shows up. Brunhilde distances herself from your body, despite having the guards see she was fucking you nearly minutes ago.
"What is it, Loki?" you turn to face him, still dishevelled and legs wobbly.
"We have to return to the cabin," he informs, clearly analysing the scene, "The train is to leave within an hour's time."
"Thank you for the honour, your majesty." You send your gratitude in her direction, wishing you both had time so you could at least return the favour. You proceeded to go in for a hug, only for the woman to confusingly back away from you.
It was time to head to the cabin.
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