My Lonely Lover ~Loki X Oc

Chapter 11

"Thor! Thor!" Melody screamed trying to hold the other back from escaping into his room. She was so tiny compared to the god but still she tried. "Will you fucking listen to me!?"

"There is nothing to be done!" Thor boomed. Mel fell backwards. She landed on the floor hurting her left wrist from the impact. Thor didn't seem to notice. "I do not like this more than anyone Lady Stark, but this must be done. It's Asgardian law!"

"He's been on Midgard long enough! He doesn't deserve to face any sort of punishment!"

As the two fought, Tony sighed as he placed a gentle hand on Loki's shoulder. "If you make her hate you, I'll kick your ass."

"For hurting her?" Loki sighed.

"For being a cliche. We taught you better." Tony smirked.

Loki flinched. Though Stark's words were not serious, he still felt something rather serious about them. His mother...oh Odin's beard Frigga would be so disappointed in him. He turned to look at the young Midgardian fight with his brother, demanding that he'd stay put.

"You cannot argue with Odin!" Thor boomed and advance on Mel who was still on the floor.

She backed up but still held a fierce look, "Watch me!" She spat.

"Loki hates it here anyways. That much you cannot deny. You know he does. How much he despises your Midgard ways, the simple ways!" Thor took another step closer.

Mel flinched at his words. Loki had enough and stepped in, "Who are you to tell her what I do and do not enjoy, Thor? That is my privilege, not yours!" Loki stood in between his lover and his brother.

He sighed and picked up Mel holding her close. "My love, I must face my punishment. I have wronged your world and your people. I'm afraid we may not see each other again but I promise you I will try my damnedest to make sure I visit your thoughts while you sleep."

"You're such a cheesy romantic." Mel playfully hit him trying to fight back her tears.

"Come we have the evening for just you and I. I leave tomorrow." He took her to her bedroom.
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They laid there intertwined with one another. She wouldn't let him go. He kissed her forehead and then her cheek, finally her lips. She kissed him back and the kiss got more intense. She pressed herself closer to him. He slid his hands to her waist.

They made love. Sweet blissful love. It wasn't hard, rough sex but a way of him telling her how much he loved her, how much they cared for each other. But it was still and act of love, love she knew she wouldn't feel again with another.

She laid her head on his chest. She hummed lowly determined to stay awake the last hours she had with him. He was determined to reassure her that he would see her one day. That it would be alright in the end for them. She tried to believe him, truly. But she couldn't help but feeling something more dark at play here.