Every morning I woke up, confused by my surroundings, and surprised to be alive at all. He had claimed me as a spoil of war, and demanded to bring me with him into exile. Although Loki was being punished by Odin for his crimes against my people, Odin still acquiesced to Loki's demands. It is written in Asgardian war code that any enemy combatant spared in battle could be claimed as a spoil of war. Loki had indeed spared my life in the final battle, before his defeat and return to Asgard. After his trial and sentence, he reminded Odin of the law. I was abducted, as I did not come of my own free will, and brought to Asgard to accompany Loki to the Isle of Silence.
Loki could not be trusted, I was sure of it. I could not fathom his motivations in forcing me to come with him. Surely he meant to kill me, eventually, after torturing me, physically, emotionally, in whatever ways he dreamt up in that twisted, desperate mind of his. I had been his prisoner on the Isle of Silence for perhaps 18 days, maybe more, it was beginning to get difficult to keep track of the days. I spoke only when spoken to, and avoided him as much as possible. But it was difficult as we were utterly alone, and I was dependent on him for survival. He hunted and prepared meals, sharing the food with me. To be truthful it tasted quite good, especially considering the gamey meat and wild plants that were available. He offered to teach me how to prepare the meals, and perhaps help so that we might survive in some comfort. I dared not believe he was trying to be kind.
"I have caught a fish, and prepared a fish soup with some herbs and a few wild carrots I found today. It is rather tasty, if I may say so." Loki announced tonight at dinner.
"You may say what you wish." I replied curtly.
"Tsk tsk, my pet. Why do you continue to be so cold? We are going to be here a long time. You make it harder for yourself."
The nights were beginning to get colder. We had each been supplied with a bedroll which consisted of a thin straw mat, and a wool blanket. It had been sufficient until tonight; as the cooking fire died down, I could see my breath forming clouds in front of me.
"It will be too cold tonight to sleep there." Loki told me as I began to put out my mat. "We will have to sleep closer together, much closer. I can use magic to protect us from the cold, but only if you sleep next to me."
I wanted to reply, but words failed me. He was right. I was already too cold to sleep. I got up and moved my mat next to his. Loki stamped out the last of the fire. It was clear, and there was enough starlight to see by. Loki laid down next me. I was suddenly very frightened. He slid his arm around my waist, and I instinctively tensed at his touch. He sighed, and pulled himself closer to me, nuzzling into my hair. I relaxed into him, surprised by his tenderness and affection.
"Why am I here?" I whispered.
"It is too cold over there."
"Why am I here, in exile, with you?" I clarified.
"I did not wish to be alone. You were the only creature in all the nine realms I could compel to come with me." Loki confessed.
"Why?" I choke out, tears suddenly welling in my eyes as my throat tightens.
"I want you. I wanted you the moment I saw you. That is why I didn't kill you." Loki answered me frankly. He was leaning over me now, his left hand holding my right at the side of my head.
"No. You... you only mean to hurt me, to make me suffer... That is what you do Loki, isn't it? You make mischief to amuse yourself with the pain of others." I said as tears began to roll down my temples and into my hair. His face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my cheek, it was cool and the hair on my neck stood on end, as a shiver ran through me. Loki watched as the tears flowed from eyes and into my hair, he drew in a ragged breath, as though he was about to refute my accusation, but instead I felt his lips press into mine. His tongue tried to pry my lips open, as he pressed the length of his body against my left side. Loki's hand released mine so that he could place his thumb upon my chin and force my mouth open. I laid their frozen, neither fighting him off, nor returning his kiss, as my mind raced. I hated him, but he felt so warm pressed against me. Was this just part of his game, his torment? Was he as lonely as I was? He moaned softly into my mouth as his tongue finally pressed against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and without meaning to, returned his moan. My body was betraying me as my cunt began to moisten and my breathing grew shallower. Loki removed his thumb from my chin as I began to return his kiss, and my hips bucked into his. He wiped my tears from face and hair, and again I was surprised by his tenderness, it was not what I expected of him. My mind still nagged at me to fight him, to fight myself, but it was losing. I ran my right hand through his hair, down his back and up his chest. My left hand was still trapped beneath him, but I desperately wanted to free it so I grab more of him. He began kissing along my jaw, stopping to nibble at my earlobe, which brought a whimper of pleasure from my lips. Then he kissed down my neck and along my collar bone. I was lost now to him; I wanted him, I needed to feel his hands on me, everywhere, I needed to feel him, there was no part of him I did not want to touch, to kiss and caress. All my anger and bitterness turned to lust as I grew wetter and wetter. I could feel his hardness pressing against my left thigh, through his leather trousers, and my skirt and petticoats. Loki shifted away from me slightly, freeing my left hand, which I wrapped around his waist, trying to draw him back to me. There have been no more words between us, only the sounds of our breathing as it quickened into lustful panting. Loki lifted his lips to mine once more, thrusting his tongue against mine in a passionate kiss that blotted all other sensations for the moment.
