The Ragnarok diaries

Epilogue

"You knew!!!????" Loki ducked as i threw another goblet at his head.

"You fucking knew I wasn't mortal and you didn't tell me?" as I looked around for something else to throw, Loki grabbed my arms and sat me on the bed beside him.

I tried to calm down. It really hadn't been the reaction that I'd expected. At all. I'd been scared he'd... I didn't know, but I did know his relationship with Thor was very complicated. Instead, he wasn't upset. it was like finding out you had your skirt tucked into your knickers - I was apparently the last to know. Except a bit bigger.

"Do you promise to stop throwing things?" he asked, rubbing his forehead where i had got him with a lucky first shot.

I nodded and then groaned, hiding my head in my hands, my face pink as I remembered.

"So when I did the whole 'ooh you wanted us mortals on our knees' bit you knew then that I actually, technically wasn't really a mortal and didn't bother to point it out?" I said in an accusing tone

He shrugged " You looked really into the idea. Ouch " he said as I whacked him.

"And, Pet, I have to say, that on the grand scheme of things that's probably not the biggest issue"

He was right, I had no idea what it meant to be half Asgardian. Did I have powers? Would I live for longer than a normal human? Would I develop a taste for horn-themed headgear?

But besides that there was something i needed to get an answer to.

"When, when did you know?"

He carefully pulled my mother's necklace out from under my dress where it had lain hidden between my breasts.

"See this, this is called Odin's Rune. I know you thought it was a funny shaped F, but it's his rune. And this is Asgardian gold. Watch" He passed his hand over the pendant and the rune seemed to shimmer and move.

Well, I suppose that explained why it had been so special to my mother.

"After your, let's be kind and call it a speech shall we, in the library, I came across the scrapper that had stolen it off you and took it back" he laughed evilly at the memory and I decided never to ask him what had happened to him. I was grateful though.

" I decided your mother had either stolen it" I gave him a hard look, which he ignored and continued "or it had been gifted by Odin to her after certain, ahem, events"

"And you were immune to my magic - not completely, but when I tried to... well, I couldn't"

"What?"

"The mind reading, I mean I could feel you wanted me, but frankly, anyone in a 10 mile radius could properly have realised that and.." I decided to ignore that particular comment, and waited for him to continue

"Er, and I may have tried to do a small bit of mind control on you, but it didn't work..." He looked at me slightly nervously and then did something a little surprising.

He got down on his knees in front of me and held my hands. Loki's expression was serious, no cheeky grin for a change, his eyes wet from unshed tears.

"I didn't want to tell you because when you find out that you aren't who you thought you were, that can... It can change you. More than you could ever know or guess. It can make you feel things and do things that you might later regret" Wow, I was shocked, and touched.

I nodded, trying to hold onto the reassuring sound of his voice, the concerned look in his eyes but I could still feel it coming - a huge tidal wave of panic and confusion as I tried to cope with my whole world dissolving around me.

He stroked my face gently as I started to drown and he felt me losing my grip. I found myself dragged to my feet and pushed up against the huge glass window that ran down the entire side of our quarters.

At first I thought he'd taken me there to show me the stars and realise how small my problems were compared to the enormity of the universe... but this was Loki.

I felt his hands on my hips, pulling up my dress revealing my naked ass.

"Spread your legs" he hissed into my ear, his hardness pressing into the cleft. I did as I was told and I braced myself with my hands on the window as he slide into me, still slick and a little sore from our last long session. His thrusts were hard, fucking me roughly till he heard my moans echoing around the room.

His fingers were on my mound, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. His other arm wrapped around my chest, holding me up against the force of him pounding into me.

"See the stars, this ship, anyone else? None of that matters. This is the only thing that matters" he thrust into me with each word, driving us both on until my muscles clenched around him and we came, united, with a cry.

"Nothing but this matters". He said softly, his arms enveloped me, still inside me, keeping me safe until I felt the panic reside.

As my breathing calmed, there was one last question that I needed to ask.

"So, what are we going to do with that?" His gaze followed mine to the leather bag almost hidden under the bedside table, the cube inside glowing faintly through the material in the gloom.