Beneath A Moonless Sky: A Thor Fanfic

Iðunn's Apple

Loki and Lanie's honeymoon was a six week long event, as Loki had been eager to get far away from Asgard for a while to both enjoy his new wife, and to clear his mind. He and Lanie both had been shocked to learn that they would be taking the throne in place of Thor and Emily, and while it was something Loki had once desperately wanted, the thought terrified him now. He hadn't been kidding when he had told Lanie they would be sitting ducks if they didn't live their lives on the run, and now? What were they supposed to do when they suddenly had a responsibility to the throne and the entire realm?

He tried not to dwell on it. He didn't want to think about Thanos or what was going to happen to him and his wife and his baby when they were found. He didn't want to think about the possibility that he could lose everything he had come to love in the blink of an eye--not when it had just been given to him. Loki was perfectly content and happy for the first time in his long life. He didn't think he could handle it if it was taken from him now. All Loki wanted to think about was Lanie, and their little Edith. All he wanted to think about was the fact that this precious mortal was giving him a family, and what better place to think about that than Midgard?

The couple had been staying in Scotland, in a small cottage right off the bank of Loch Ness. Tonight was to be their last night, and while they both missed their family, they were sad to be going. Loki had chosen Scotland on a whim, because Lanie said she had never been there, and he had watched her fall in love with with moss colored water and chocolate sand. Lanie didn't even like large bodies of water, hated the ocean on a grand scale, but something about Loch Ness was calling to her. The locals had warned against swimming in the loch, which maintained temperatures of five degrees celsius year round, but that was the perfect temperature for Lanie's ever growing pregnant body, that required more and more cold as it progressed in gestation.

That was where they were that night, having swam out to the middle of the loch. Loki was back in his Jotun form, ice cold water feeling pleasant against his skin as he bucked up into his new wife, who was wrapped around him for dear life. She threw her head back in a loud moan, giving him prime access as his mouth attacked and ravaged her neck. They had been making love for hours, and while Lanie grew tired, she didn't want the moment to end.

She fought her orgasm, yet there was little she could do to stop it as it ripped through her. Her nails dug into his back as he blew his load inside of her, a deep and guttural growl falling from his lips as he continued to lovingly suck on and mark her flesh. She very suddenly gasped as she felt Edith stir within her for the first time and Loki stilled his movements immediately. He let go of her neck, his breathing ragged as his hands grabbed hold of her stomach and he attempted to compose himself. "Did she just..."

There was another small kick at the sound of Loki's voice, and Lanie shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, she did."

Loki attempted to plant a firm kiss to her belly, though it was difficult to do in the water, and Lanie laughed at him gently as he threaded her fingers through his mass of wet hair. She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him, and she could see it in his eyes that he was thinking about that forever. He was thinking about their wedding gift. "I want you to eat it." He proclaimed softly. "Not just for me, but for Edie. She deserves her mother."

Lanie sighed, kissing the center of Loki's forehead with a small smile. It wasn't that she didn't want to grow old with Loki, she was simply...apprehensive about growing old so slowly that everyone else in her life would die without her. She knew part of the reason their Honeymoon had lasted this long was because of Loki's fears, but she also knew it was because he wanted to make sure he could talk her into using Odin and Frigga's wedding present to the happy couple.

There was a goddess who lived in Asgard, whom Lanie had never seen, by the name of Iðunn. Iðunn was an Asgardian tasked with growing and harvesting the golden apple trees that were planted in droves outside the palace gates; trees by which the most important fruit of their culture was borne. Apples produced of this tree were the secret to the long lives of the Asgardian gods, and without them, a mere mortal lifespan would render all of Asgard's magic unable to save the very gods it served. Lanie had seen the trees. They were abundant. She knew it was nothing to Odin and Frigga to gift her with this life; this was more a courtesy to Loki, who didn't want to lose her. But to Lanie, there was nothing ordinary about such a gift, and what costs were it to come with? Was spending 5,000 years with the love of her life worth watching her Midgardian friends and family die?