Loki: Storm of Swords

Chapter 58 - A Shattered Charade

Loki, Daenerys, and Jon had to hide their shock at their familial ties when the news of the arriving reinforcements reached them. They were also shocked when Thor cried for Maester Samwell to attend Fandral. "He's been wounded. Please, help him!" Thor shouted as he supported his friend.

"No need to shout. I'm right here," Sam said as he appeared, puffing and blowing. Thor was pale with worry, and Fandral was pale from blood loss.

"You'd better hurry up, maester. That Outlander is not long if you dawdle," said a chiding voice and everyone turned to see Lyanna Mormont approaching, her cape draped over her shoulder, and her typical serious expression on her face.

"Lyanna!" Loki said, her name coming out of his mouth in an exhale. Daenerys knew it was from relief, and something to take Loki's mind off the revelation. The young girl smiled lightly up at him and Loki wrapped his long arms around her. "I am glad to see you. And you brought some men?"

"My Bear Islanders, at your service," Lyanna stated. "Also, your Outlander is a very valiant and passionate man."

"You say this about Fandral? I'm worried," Loki said dourly. Lyanna grinned a little and shook her head.

"Nay! He merely convinced me to give more men to the cause. Said that it was my civic duty, as it were," Lyanna responded. Loki snorted a little before he frowned as Lyanna tugged on his clothes. "Were you in a fire recently?"

"In a manner of speaking," Loki answered. That was when Sansa stepped up beside him and frowned as she also stared at the burns in his linen.

"Well, that's very dignified," she pointed out stiffly. Everyone, even Thor, could hear the tension in her voice. Her spine was ramrod straight, and her expression tight. "I think you should change your shirt and armor. You look like Rhaegal stood you up against the wall and sprayed you with fire." Sansa had hold of his collar before anybody could say anything, she dragged Loki off down the hall. He kept up with her and glared down at her. Their suite of chambers were not far off, and she practically threw him into the rooms.

"What the hell was that all about?!" Loki snapped as Sansa closed the doors. She walked up to him without answering his question and began to unclasp his armor and vambraces. She threw them to the side and looked at his shirt. Her hands ran over the soiled and burnt material.

"One of mine?" she queried. Loki looked down at the shirt and nodded. Sansa had taken to making all of his shirts after they got married. She said it was her right as his wife. Now, she ripped the remnants of one of her creations off her husband's shoulders and kissed him deeply. She pushed Loki back against one of the chaise lounges in the entrance hall, and continued to ravage his mouth. Loki finally got over his surprise and pushed her back so they could both finally breathe.

"I say again: what the hell?" he asked.

"My husband returns from combat, his clothing burned, but unharmed himself. He insists on almost killing my brother by literally throwing him to the dragons. I have had so much pent up frustration over the last week it is driving me insane! And if you think you're not going to tell me what went on between you, Daenerys, and Jon, you're even crazier than I know you are. But first," Sansa said as she undid the laces of her corset and started to strip her own clothes off, "I'm going to have my husband. Because I said so!" Sansa pushed him back down again and started to undo his trousers. Loki deftly lifted Sansa's skirts up as she shoved his pants down. Her bodice came undone and Loki pulled his wife more firmly onto his lap. Sansa's arms wrapped around his shoulders and threw her head back. Loki suckled her breast in his mouth as he started to make love to her. "No protection spells! I want another child with you! Give me a babe!" she demanded.