The Prince's Prisoner

Country

Chapter 28 - Country. Enjoy!

It was tense, to say the least. Aria had become a shell of who she was, trying to grasp at moments of rebellion, but Loki instantly yanked them from under her. She was terrified, as much as she tried to be the Agent she was raised as, he was finally cracking her. There was only so much torture a person could take before they started to bend. And he was bending her so close to snapping.

Aria was currently sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with her suitcase at her feet. Loki had told her not to move, and most likely expected to be standing dottily where he left her, and not sprawled bored as hell on the floor. But she hadn't left so wasn't worried.

Her heels clapped together as she folded up the ends of her trousers for the fourth time, fiddling with a frayed piece of fabric. Jeans were never something she had worn often before, but they did wonders on her legs, so she didn't argue. Not that anyone else even saw. Loki had her dress in a mix of clothing, usually quite light colours which shocked her. During the day she wore white, pastel blue and mint greens. But at night, it was midnight black, emerald and gold.

Things seemed to be running more smoothly in the world itself. Something Aria wanted to be okay with, Loki's rule wasn't tormentous for everyone. But that meant it became more for her with his free time. The stress of his work having simmered, it seemed his sexual appetite had risen; something he had actually mentioned might be to do with 'mating season' in Jotunheim being in full swing and possible effecting him also as he shared their habits.

"Hello, Miss Aria" Rosie greeted formally, Aria looking confused at the address before seeing another staff member carrying a suitcase passed her and down the stairs.

"Hey, Rosie" she sighed when he was gone, leaning her head back. "Any idea what's going on?"

"The King is still making some final arrangements for staff and such. My plane leaves shortly, just stopped to say bye. Hope you can survive the few hours without me."

"Want to tell me where that plane is heading?" Aria tried, but Rosie just gave her a look.

"Desperation doesn't suit you" Loki appeared with a smirk, confirming he actually felt the complete opposite and actually found intense amusement from her frustration for answers. He dismissed Rosie with a light wave.

"I'll see you there" Aria called behind her, as she nodded respectfully and departed.

Loki held his hand to her, Aria gripping on and letting him tug her up and balance her carefully against the wall.

"Only a few guards will be at the house when we arrive, giving us a few hours to ourselves" he mumbled sensually against her skin.

"Doesn't stop you usually" Aria replied casually, holding herself still as he pawed at her hips.

"True, but our room is not sealed with the same magic as the one here. I intend to make it so after our arrival, but I haven't had the time to pop off abroad and start throwing my magic around" he explained.

"It isn't spelled?" Aria piped up, heart giving away her intent with the question. Loki's grip tightened fractionally, anger blooming

"The grounds are though, pet" he sneered, leaning back and glaring at her. "Should you step out the house, the pain might just be too much."

Aria swallowed hastily, seeing him riling himself up at the idea of her leaving. Still needing to lean up despite the heels, she placed her lips delicately against him. He let her take control for a moment, feeling himself relax against her, before he harshly pinned her against the wall, mouth ravishing her. Aria responded as she had too, feeling his lust and arousal grow.