Loki: Game of Thrones

Chapter 119 - No Cautions Taken

Loki was pleased that Sansa was already in the portis satis tuto when he returned from seeing Robb Stark and Jon Snow. The bastard at the wall had been hesitant at first, but with the right amount of pushing, and a signed document from Tommen Baratheon, Jon rallied the Wildlings and surprised Stannis Baratheon. Loki had stood by his side as the last surviving Baratheon brother was chained and his wife locked away. Shireen was given to over to Jon's custody until Loki decided where her final destination was. He was toying with the idea of asking Daenerys and Tyrion of being her guardians until a suitable match was found for her. She was still young and desirous of learning new and interesting things. "How was your day?" asked Sansa as she appeared from the washroom. Her silk robe was hanging loosely about her graceful form, and if she adjusted her shoulder merely a little, it would have fallen away to reveal a pert and pale breast.

"Productive and exhilarating!" Loki declared. Sansa grinned at his enthusiasm before she suddenly pulled him into her arms.

"Your plan is progressing perfectly. Soon, Daenerys will be Queen of Westeros, my brother Warden of the North, and you...?" She let her voice trail off and a wicked grin spread across her face. "Hand of the Queen, I believe." Loki smirked and kissed her passionately. His hands were quick and dexterous in removing her robe and leaving her open and still slightly damp from her bath. "You do realize this is entirely unfair," Sansa said when they parted for air. Her hands came up and tried to unfasten Loki's shirt, but it was difficult with hardly any space between them. Loki laughed and snapped his fingers, causing his clothes to vanish, thereby making him and Sansa equal. She still frowned and he did a second later. "That is still unfair. You can snap your fingers and make your clothes disappear, while I still have to- ah!" Sansa suddenly gasped as Loki began to manipulate her with his fingers.

"I like undressing you. It's part of the fun, and I enjoy unwrapping you like the gorgeous present you are," Loki told her before he took a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Sansa arched into him, a gasp coming from her throat as she wantonly tilted her hips into his touch. Loki moved his mouth from her breast and claimed her lips. When they parted, Sansa circled her arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"And while we're against the wall, let's do Treetop," Sansa said, angling her hips so that they were intimately touching. Loki growled his appreciation as he reached up and pulled a tapestry down. Sansa gripped the material in her hands so that only her legs were holding onto Loki. He positioned himself and entered her quickly and smoothly. They both gasped and Loki placed his hands on the wall beside Sansa's torso. She looked at him from underneath hooded eyes and smirked, her tongue coming out and dancing over her lips. "Come on, lover! Make me scream!" Sansa urged and that was all the encouragement Loki needed. He started thrusting and Sansa started moaning. Her hands fisted in the tapestry overhead, and she was internally praying it would hold her weight. Meanwhile, Loki adjusted her legs a little and the change of angle made him pierce her even deeper. They both cried out before they set a brutal pace. Sansa's arms started to ache, but she refused to let go of the tapestry and cling to Loki. The exhaustion she knew she would feel at the end of this round would be a testament to her increase in stamina. She wanted to be able to go as many rounds as Loki was able. Sansa was brought back from her reverie by Loki pressing his mouth to hers. She kissed him back passionately, her tongue pushing against his.

Loki pulled away and began to suck on her ear before moving down her neck, nipping hard enough to leave marks. Sansa felt the familiar heat pooling in her lower belly and she arched, meeting Loki enthusiastically. "Sansa!" Loki growled as he dug his fingers into the stone wall behind her, putting holes there.

"Loki!" Sansa screamed in return as they both climaxed. She felt utterly boneless and she released her hold on the tapestry. Loki caught her in his arms and carefully walked over to the bed. Once there, they both crashed down and lay beside each other. Loki's hands traveled over Sansa's pale skin and he lazily kissed her neck and shoulder. Sansa watched him with a dazed expression on her face, her tapered fingers twirling in his black locks. "I would never trade this life with you for anything in whole world," Sansa commented in a tired tone of voice. Loki smiled and raised his head to look at her.

"And wouldn't trade you for any woman in the world. How was that run, darling?" he queried dryly and Sansa snickered.

"It was exceptional. I will definitely list it in our top ten," Sansa responded. Loki smiled before he craned his neck and kissed her tenderly. It was slow and gentle after their fast and rough lovemaking. Sansa's hands went over Loki's shoulders and she snuggled closer to him.

"I love you so much," Loki whispered in her ear. Sansa smiled and hummed her response, but Loki was not satisfied. He let his hands wander down her sides and find the places where she tickled.

"Ah, ha! Loki! Stop!" Sansa pleaded.

"Not until you say the magic words," Loki responded and he continued to tickle her; his magic fingers (pun intended) seeking out and finding her weak spots.

"Ha, ha! Alright! You know I love you!" Sansa cried out and Loki ceased his attack. Instead, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her long and lovingly. When they parted, he ran his fingers through her hair and smiled.

"Now wasn't that easy?" he queried. Sansa softly punched him in the chest before she settled her head against his shoulder and fell asleep. He was not far behind her.

The portis satis tuto could keep anyone and anything out. Loki had cast the spells just so, and besides, no other living person in all of Westeros knew the domus existed. But the spirit of Frigga; the essence of the Goddess of Motherhood, could slip by her son's protection spells. She had trained him. And so, she stood at the foot of their bed and watched as Loki and Sansa slept, cuddled close in one another's arms. She smiled a sweet smile and leaned over, her spectral hand reaching out. Her fingers twitched for a second before her palm hovered over Sansa's stomach. Her smile grew bigger as the tendrils of magic searched and found the beginnings of a life force burning inside Sansa.

"And the seeds of the future have been sown this night. The magic of mischief has been continued," Frigga whispered, before she cast a protection spell of her own over the life force within the eldest daughter of House Stark. "No outside force shall harm this precious life," Frigga promised. That was when she leaned down and kissed both Loki and Sansa. They stirred but did not wake up. Frigga withdrew from the portis satis tuto without disturbing the two inhabitants. The only one who knew of Frigga's presence, was Alfie. The black cat watched its mistress and master with wise, green eyes.