A dual pov narrative from both main characters-Loki and Annalise. If you enjoy slow burn, immersive stories, with a good plot and the long awaited spice, then stop your search. Here is the story for you!
As the newly crowned king of Jotunheim, Loki...
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As I march back into the palace, the echo of Loki's rapid, stamping footsteps behind me quickens my own pace. His frustration radiates through the air, but I ignore it, focusing solely on reaching the sanctuary of my private chambers.
Not Leon's chambers this time—my body is saturated with the unmistakable scent of bodily fluids, and the embarrassment claws at me. I need a long, much-needed soak before I can face anyone without flushing red.
But as I round a sharp corner, eager to outrun Loki and make it to my room unnoticed, I fail to spot Queen Frigga and Joben casually strolling through the wide, opulent corridors.
It's only when I hear the sound of my name being called in Frigga's warm voice that I realise they're there, and I immediately halt my fast-paced stride.
"Annalise, thank goodness!" Frigga beams, her relief felt as she hurries towards me with a radiant smile. "Where have you been?!"
My heart begins to pound, and I feel the colour draining from my face as a swell of nervous panic begins to rise. Gods, will she be able to smell it on me? The scent of grass and the musky aroma of sex that lingers on my skin like a perfume. I can only pray to the Norns that she won't.
Fidgeting nervously with my thumbs, I do my best to remain as still as possible, not wanting even the slightest breeze to carry my incriminating odour.
"Oh, uh, hello , Queen Frigga," I reply, forcing a smile. "I merely went for a walk." The half-truth tumbles easily from my lips, my one goal being to end this conversation as quickly as possible.
"Well," Frigga says, her tone taking on the firmness of a mother gently scolding her child, "next time, just be sure to let us know, yes?"
I nod, about to take a hasty step to leave, but then Joben approaches, his brows furrowed in a curious expression. "You look... different, Annalise," he murmurs, his voice shy as if he's unsure how to speak to me, still thinking I might be angry with him.
Joben is unaware that Loki and I have made amends, at least for the most part. There's still a lingering anger simmering within me over his callous insult regarding my supposed naivety and the true intentions behind my father's construction of the wall.
Frigga's eyes squint, studying me with a growing curiosity, "You do look different, dear," she agrees. "What a beautiful glow you have."
I gulp. "It was a long walk," I reply, doing my best to sound casual and unaffected. "I'm merely...flushed, that's all."
The sudden weight of an arm draped around my shoulders makes me tense up, and when I glance sideways, there's Loki, a triumphant grin lighting up his handsome face.
"She looks radiant, doesn't she?" he muses, his tone teasing. "But then they do say exercise has that effect, and Annalise here has been through quite the thorough workout."
