❝ I have always been with you, Loki. You have never been two different people, ❞ she reminded him in a low whisper, her pace a little impatient before both found themselves a hiding spot in the small chamber. ❝ You are you, and I have always cared and loved you with all my being. To say you are different than you were before this is a blatant lie, for in my eyes you have never changed. ❞ To her and his family he had always remained the same man she’d bumped into in earl Haraldson’s hall; mysterious, eccentric, and perhaps slightly distant, but what has been in his heart had been obvious to her back then. There was kindness, and those who would look closely could see it in his stare; his blues sparking even within the dark of night what now surrounded them. People were blind, and for a long while she had been as well, even with the truth always having been right in front of her.
❝ And are you worried now then — apart from for the future of your children? ❞ A thing truly understandable to worry about, yet to see their laughing faces every morning, to even hear their chattering when they are amongst others on these new lands took away a lot of that worry – well, it did for her at least. They were happy, and healthy, and to the small herbalist it had become the most important thing in her life to see her family content, away from all misery that awaited them across the seas. ❝ — don’t make me worry now as well. There is no reason for us to do so. ❞ a soft gasp was stifled as she felt the cold air seeping through the many cracks in the wall hit bare skin, the top of her dress pooling at her hips, breasts revealed without any protest. Sorrowful thoughts would not ruin the moment now, jest and desire evident when lips locked, bony hands wandering just enough to let nails scratch the many scars littering the God’s back. ❝ Let’s not make them wait for too long however — ❞
❝ I am a father...a husband...of course I worry. ❞ Helga had come to learn, despite the stories about his betrayals and lies, Loki loved his children more than anything in nine realms. Lust had brought the little blonde home, after dark eyes had captured his attentions but it was love that had kept her there. Fingers laced when dawn came, he had asked her to stay, and Helga had been good enough to do so. ❝ I will always be that man... this God, nothing less... ❞ Hands squeezing the soft skin where Helga’s soft behind met her thighs, Loki lifted her against the wall. One leg wrapping tightly around his waist, she claimed what was hers. In this new land, and in all lands, Loki belonged to her and her alone.
❝ They can have you back when I am good and finished with you... ❞ His teeth sank into the pale flesh of her neck, feeling the taste of her skin bruising on his tongue. Muffled whimpers against his shoulders, Helga gave in to his greedy touch. His still swelling cock, slipping between the soft slit of her sex, hips thrusting as the heat burned between them. Loki growled as she rocked her hips, demanding his submission to her desires. Slipping inside of her, her tight cunt enveloping him and trapping him as his eyes burned bright and ferociously.
❝ Helga — ❞ Loki hissed as he thrust deeper, each gasps capturing his lips as she kissed him. He slid a hand up her side, feeling her soft breast in his hand as he squeezed her. Circling his thumb over her swollen bud, he relished the sensation of Helga shuddering in his arms. Each movement was desperate, yet fueled with the passion that had carried the two lovers across Midgard together. It was powerful as the sea, and it was endless. ❝ Ek ann þér. ❞ The trickster whispered against his wife’s lips, feeling her nails sharp against his back. The cold air was quickly forgotten as the heat from their bodies was already causing their breaths to rise like smoke and sweat to drip down their arms.