#loki thor

My favorite pic of them so far and this is my second favorite

Thor, annoyed: I'm sorry, Father, I can't be watching him every minute!

Loki, covered in soup: Thor-

Thor, very annoyed: I mean how was I supposed to know not to let him use the microwave.

Loki, holding something behind his back: Thor-

Thor, even more annoyed: How was I supposed to know that he'd try to make soup.

Loki, unable to contain himself any longer: THOR!!

Thor: WHAT.

Loki, bringing a bowl out from behind his back: ...do you want some soup?

For All Time. Always.

- Echoes of Time

Story written by @aesonmae, and @anukulee.

Summary: The god of stories finds a way to relive a particular memory and go back to certain point in time only for one person, you. while trying to keep the multiverse secured in his grip.

A/N: after one week we are here again. This is another god of stories fiction but somehow, it’s Loki (Thor) x reader at the same time. I hope you like this one as much as I loved writing it.

Warnings: angst, fluff, light smut, kissing, erotica, overwhelming love.

Dorothea&Loki looks

Part 2 , Master-list

       Loki had everything he used to want, yet all he saw was darkness. As Loki sat perched atop of his throne, alone, just as he had been all of his life, as he looked out to the endless nothingness that stretched beyond his throne. Wishing for a break from the lonesomeness that consumed his every thought. 

        For the more Loki looked out beyond his throne, the loner he felt, for Loki desperately needed a break from being him. A break from having to keep grasp of the billions of lives that he held with the tips of his branches. A reminder that he was still a person, more then merely a figure forever watching in the shadows. Forced to watch pain, the hurt, excitement, happiness, that each of the billions of souls that he held in his hands, the countless timelines that he kept intertwining, and never tangling. 

        Through just as the times before, Loki could feel something coming over him, an image of her lingering towards his mind. For no matter how lost he could get in the vast timelines and different souls, he would always think to her soul, the wandering soul that lost its way for infiniteness, taking his own, contently, with hers. For had it not been for her soul, Loki would've long been lost. For as with each time he thought of her, tears began to caress down his cheeks, as Loki tried to fight against it. Just like all previous times through he struggled to contain the despair and resentment tears.

        As he was forever reminded her soul. The one soul that he couldn't save, despite having been able to save an infinite souls with his mercy. As time after time he told himself he shouldn't be bothered with tears, that the rage he felt would never come out. For even if Loki tried to scream the bitterness out of his chest, nothing would come out, , for those screams were just like what is inside his decaying aching soul, nothing. 

        As Loki was reminded how loose his sanity was held, and if he continued to look out he feared he might find nothing, but despair and torment. And Loki needed more than that, because if it was merely nothing but despair and torment, Loki knew the final thread of his sanity would snap, and that couldn't happen not now. Yet still despite knowing this, Loki allowed his eyes to close, and try to visualize the long-lost soul. The face, the kiss, the touch, the way they loved, his beloved lady love, for Loki had to do it, he had to see her even if it was for merely one last time.

        Trying to remember what exactly he might have to do with the fading threads that held the memory in the void. As Loki tried to remember just what OB about the threads, or what he referred to as 'spaghetti. For if Loki made one wrong mistake, he could lose everything, and in this case, everything meant the multiverse. All merely to see her once more, even if it was for a moment. Still what else did Loki have in his void full of only darkness, loneliness, and nothing?

        Through just as Loki was about to give into his worst urges that could perhaps break the entire multiverse, he remembered the second option. It would never be as gratifying as truly having her in his arms again, but it would be enough. Slowly Loki began to reach for the memory, as his eyes passed by thousands of years all in a blur, as he tried to pin point exactly what moment it was in his memory. 

         A memory that felt like a life time ago, especially given the every feeling of stillness that laid upon him, in the void where he sat. As Loki had to concentrate, for he to go there, to be physically there, even if it was merely a memory. As Loki slowly allowed his eyes to close shut, his frown deepened. He had to concentrate through, despite the every feeling of his head spinning, as it only seemed to get to get worse the further he got. Trying to remember the place, a place that was both his home, and his prison. As Loki thought back to the shining halls of the Royal Palace of Asgard. Only when on the verge where he could feel his mind at the verge of explosion, did Loki open his eyes, with a loud gasp, as Loki looked up......

        Only to be faced with the ceiling of one of the palace’s chambers, as his breath quickened. Loki's eyes flickering everywhere, as he rapidly looking around, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. For everything seemed to be stable, good, and most of all nothing was decaying, almost as if it had worked. 

        As for the first time in what felt like a long time, Loki started to calm his breathing down, through his heart remained every pounding, as it hit him. The smell that he had lacked for so long, one that he had spent forever dreaming of, as he had held everything together, for everything smelled of her, through that was expected given that Loki currently was in her chambers. 

        As unsurprisingly, the sweet soothing scent of hers started to calm his nerves down, almost completely. One that Loki hadn't known would do such a thing to him, then again he had lacked that very smell for what he felt like was an eternity. As slowly Loki allowed himself to untangle himself from it all, taking his own time as he wanted to relish every second of this. From the scent of her that continued to linger in the air to the feeling of the duvet that hugged her body every single night. 

        Loki thinking back to some nights, where he might find himself graced enough to be engulfed by the duvet. His head resting on her chest, soothed to sleep by the sound of ever steady beating heart. Yet rather then relish in that particular memory, Loki was almost reminded that was now a mere memory of a long gone past. Slowly feeling his hand wipe a tear, that he hadn't even known had fallen, from his cheek.

        As every so carefully, Loki stood, almost as if he was unsure about what or why he was being careful about. Through perhaps it was because he was scared of everything might slip away from him. Just as almost everything else in his life had, as almost if this was a cruel joke, one that would break upon the slightest touch.

        Slowly Loki began to stroll through the room, through with every touch he made upon the ground, he felt almost as if tremors were being sent through his very being. Perhaps it was because with each deliberate step, as the feeling of the frigid marble floor, coated beneath his feet, he felt something. Almost as if with one tingling sensation coursing through him, the tears might threaten to come out once more.

        As Loki was slowly starting to find the once unwelcome cold presence, was whispering to him. Almost as if was a haunting melody echoing through his soul, and awakening a longing. One that Loki never knew existed until that very moment. The once slowed pace began to grow faster, and almost hurried, as Loki raced about the floor, only stopping once he reached the mirror, almost as if was beckoning him drawing him closer with an irresistible force.

        Only to find his own reflection being the one that was intensely gazing back at him. For it was only then did Loki feel truly silence, and not the type of silence that had been present in the void, but peaceful silence. It was almost as if time had stopped, and the world around him ceased to exist momentarily, as Loki silently stared at his reflection in mirror. Rather then find himself wearing his green robes, instead Loki was shirtless, with a simple pair of pants leisurely hanging low on his waist. His hair was almost the same length, but shiner, or perhaps cleaner, he scoffed as he thought. He looked healthier, younger and more rested, so unlike the him he had come to know since his reign. How nostalgic, almost reminding me of a time long past, then again isn't it, Loki thought to himself, as a small sad smile peaked across his lip. Yet before Loki could allow himself to be trapped in any further thoughts, he was cut off by a sound, one that sounded almost as if the door was rapidly being wrestled open.

        Upon this realization, Loki found his body slowly become paralyzed, and frozen in way he hadn't felt, in what felt like centuries. His heartbeat slowly increasing with every second, as he waited for the person that was seeking entry. For Loki had lived this before, and he knew precisely who was to come. Yet still it didn't make this any the less heart pounding, almost as if he hadn't expected that her mere presence would make his insides crumble.

        As there she stood, completely immersed in her cloak, as strands of her soft, and flowy hair fell down almost blocking her face. Yet still Loki couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from her. As his eyes became fixated upon her, as slowly her head began to rise, with her gaze soon being locked with his. 

        Loki's heart began to beat once more, a feeling that he had long yearned to feel, made all the better by what came next. For the instant he heard her voice, he felt all the crumbling pieces inside of him, that had been building up, finally come to an halt, as he felt his heart slowly piece itself back together, as she spoke.

        "Oh my, prince Loki, for what hast brought you forth to my chambers in the light of the day," she asked, her voice laced with an almost innocent in tone, through Loki knew far better. As before he could even answer she began to take off her clock, continuing to speak. "Or perhaps someone is no longer fear of being caught," she remarked with a smirk, her voice taking an almost seductive tone, yet still laced with sweetness. As Loki felt complied to both have his way with her, alongside to kneel before her, and beg for forgiveness.

        For Loki knew he wasn't suppose to be here, give the nature of the situation. As no one much less a prince, should be in the chamber of his betrothed lady, especially if one were to be shirtless from spending the night with her, for it was forbidden. Yet despite this, neither Loki nor his betrothed had cared about the old customs of Asgard, for the love they felt for one another had been so strong, that the temptation to spend nights together seemed almost like an after thought. Through that in itself had caused it's own problems, as Loki couldn't help, but find himself falling deeper and deeper into temptation. 

        For every night they had spent together kisses would grow more and more heated, as Loki felt the need to ravish her. With a certain part of his anatomy always wanting to join as, one that he knew was even more forbidden then being in the room of his betrothed. So at the behest of both of their safeties, they had promised each other, that they only be allowed to share kisses until their wedding, and nothing more, despite their needs to ravish each other. 

        Yet as she edged closer and closer to Loki, soon only being merely one step away from him, her gaze pinned into his. As Loki tried to compel himself to speak, yet all that came out was. "I...I....I..."

        The woman let a small amused chuckle at this notion almost taking delight in Loki's lack of words. "What snake got your silver tongue, my love," she asked, voice ever so sweet despite the teasing, as her gaze continued to lock over Loki.

        Once more Loki felt a feeling he hadn't felt in so long, for how he had always loved, how he towered above her. Even more so now, as all he yearned to crawl into her arms once more, and finally let his pain howl out. Yet underneath it all in the darkest corners of his heart, all Loki wanted to do was apologize. For as good as the moment felt to Loki, he wished he could apologize for all that was about to come, all merely because he had been the one she had chosen. As he once more tried to compose himself to speak, for perhaps he could get this back to normal.

        "Must you laugh at my misfortune Dorothea (Thea)," Loki asked, emphasizing his betrothed full name, his cheeks gaining an almost pink like in color.

        "Yes, Loki. For who else would do so, aside from me, unless there is something you need to tell me," she asked, her arms slowly crossing against her chest in such a way that Loki felt something stir within him once more.

        "And why might I tell you given at your delight at my misfortune?"

        "Because I am your betrothed, and your future wife, so it would be of the upmost important to tell me such things."

        "And if I don't," Loki asked, as teasing began to lace his tone once more.

        "Oh, but you will."

       "And what makes you think that?"

        "Because I see you have yet to un-braid your hair," Thea remarked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, pointing to a single strand of Loki's hair, one that he hadn't noticed before.

        Through he should've remembered, for on the nights that Loki would find himself in her embrace. Dorothea always taking upon herself to massage his scalp, with the end result usually leaving  a single braid on his hair, as a mark of her presence there. In the past, Loki could recall that he would always smile contentedly as he would examine the braid. Yet despite the small smile that would peek from his lips, he never admitted how much he loved that braid. Something that would very much change in the future, as it the present it was all he ever yearned for. 

        As this in itself once more started Loki heart to be ever beating once more, for how much he found himself missing this. As slowly Loki lifted his hand up to touch his hair, as once he ran his fingers expecting it to be straight, only to feel a neatly pulled together braid in it's place. "Ah yes, I nearly forget about this," Loki remarked, all while keeping his gaze on his beloved Dorothea.

        "So you claim, yet I believe you love it."

        "I do not."

        "Doth the prince protest?"

        "Isn't it suppose to be the other way around," Loki asked, as his eyebrows slowly raised ever directed towards her.

        "Yes, perhaps for some, but whomever said, we had to be like everyone else?"

        "If you say so," Loki remarked, hopping that perhaps Thea would forget the matter of the braid, yet Dorothea was if anything but not stubborn.

        Slowly Dorothea raising her hand to point in Loki's direction. "Now don't you dare change the subject."

        "Me, I would never."

        "Liar, besides I recall that I saw you go about all of yesterday with your braided hair."

        "Then perhaps you must be mistaken. Perhaps it was Thor playing a trick."

        "My love, that is you."

        "I believe you must be mistaken, don't despair nobody through nobody can be perfect," Loki teasing, having long missed the teasing he could give his Thea. One that wasn't coated in acid, that Loki had known last time he spoke to anyone in Asgard.

        "So you claim, but I suppose I shall drop the topic," Thea said, before slowly standing on the edges of her tiptoes, before placing a gentle peck onto Loki's lips. Slowly making her way towards the chair in the corner of the room, a sight that perhaps Loki might've paid more attention to had Loki not been distracted.

        As absent-mindedly Loki found his hand drifting its way to his lips, fingers slowly brushing over there, already missing the feel of her lips on his. Only after the feeling of his lips grow cold, now longer feel her touch did Loki to watch her movements once more. His eyes soon becoming glued, to every step she took. Loki slowly watching as Thea's back bent down in order to put down both the cloak and the bag in her hand. His eyes still glued to her body, especially when Thea's gaze began to turn back to him once more. 

        Slowly allowing Loki to truly absorb what she was wearing at the moment. A wonder to Loki's eyes, even now, as Thea wore a simple light pink dress, one that was tight enough on her waist, that is was almost hugging her body. Her long ginger locks, as they flowed down her back, yet still they managed to frame her face in the most elegant way. 

        Making Loki love even more of his beloved Thea's choice's from her choices of dresses, and especially in the way she never bothered to tie her hair. For Loki everything about Thea's presence seemed to bring peace to his reeling mind, reviving his long dead soul. 

        And as if Loki couldn't be blessed and pleased enough, Thea soon spoke again. "You know I ventured to the market today, and you will not believe what I found," Thea remarked with excitement laced in her voice.

        "Oh and what might that be?"

        "Well I was going to wait until tonight, but..."

        "But what?"

        "Well seeing as you are here, I thought that perhaps I might show you early," Thea said, as she slowly dug into her bag, retrieving a green fabric from her bag before swiftly hiding it behind her back. 

         "Is that so," Loki asked, slowly allowing himself to peek, despite already knowing what was behind her back. 

        "Yes, and I am positive you are going to love it," Thea said excitement lacing her tone even more with each word, as she quickly went to change behind the room divider. 

        As she did this, Loki slowly made the bed, perhaps as a way to distract himself until she came back. Already feeling a sense of yearning from inside her, despite her only being away for such a short time. Almost being mere moments, when Thea slowly allowed her head to peak out from behind the room divider, her small smile graced upon her lips. "Are you ready," she asked, ensuring that no part of her body showed, such was proper for a lady.

        Loki taking this moment to breathe and perhaps to gain a better grip upon himself, slowly Loki straighten himself as expected of him. "Far more then ready my sweet princess."

        To this Thea allowed her head to pop her head out of the divider one more time, with a small smile, before disappearing. As slowly she opened the divider, and it was when the divider was moved, did Loki feel as if his very breath was taken from him.

        The mere sheet of green fabric that Loki had caught in her hands mere minutes ago, flowed to be the most beautiful satin dress, ever better that it was in his colors. For just that notion made her appearance, even the more perfect, as if she wasn't as breathtaking as a  literal goddess, just as she had been the last time. As Loki starred at it slowly drinking in every detail.

    For it was the perfect dress, for while quite elegant, at the same time it was far too bold for a princess to wear, yet still it was perfect for Thea. Starting from the cut on the chest, slowly allowing one's gaze to drift to the cups on her breasts, yet still decent enough to not show much. Made even the more better by the way that the dress clung to body in such a way, it truly made her hourglass figure even more alluring. 

        Through Loki couldn't allow himself to focus on just the alluring part, there was the  lace that adorned the short sleeves of the dress and the end hem of the green satin dress. For without Loki even asking Thea already gave the dress a twirl, as one twirl the dress itself would twirl with her, much like in Midgardian fairy tales. 

        The more that Loki drank in the dress, he couldn't help but allow his mouth to slowly agape, as he allowed his gaze to linger on her. As Thea's once pressed lips, formed into a slow smile, very much proud of what she had done. "So I take it you like it?"

        "Yes, for you look absolutely breathtaking," Loki said, as he found himself barely able to slip those words. 

        "Just as I knew you would, I was right was I not?"

        "Yes, for you are always right my love."

        "And to think, I found it neglected on the side of the market."

        "Did you truly?"

        "Yes, making wonder if perhaps our people have already lost their taste."

        "That is applying that they had taste to begin with."

        "Loki," Thea remarked, her tone quickly going to a more playful scolding. 

        "It's true is it not?"

        "Perhaps, and best of all you can see your lady in your color."

        "Is that so? Perhaps I hadn't noticed of that until now," Loki asked, his own voice taking a teasing tone.

        "Liar."

        "Yet you still love me."

        "Do I?"

        "Yes, you do, for saying I love this dress is a mere understatement."

        "Tell me more."

        "Oh I shall," Loki said, as slowly he was closing the distance between them. Through he seemed not to be the only one. As Loki watched as Thea, slowly strode towards him, only stopping to stand between his opened legs. As the moment she did, Loki instinctively allowed his hands to wrap securely around her waist, with his gaze now angled at her in such adoration. 

        From the moment that Loki felt Thea's finger cup his face, he knew that it was all over once more. Made even the more heart pounding, when Thea slowly leaned down all in order to get closer to Loki, in order to plant a soft lingering kiss. And the moment that Thea's lips touched Loki allowed himself to get lost in it, as finally the world was no longer roaring around him, even stopping more then before, if that was possible.

        Through the moment Thea detached her lips from his, Loki felt as if his heart had broken once more, already yearning for her touch once more. Even about to place another kiss to Thea's lips, when rather then feeling her soft lips, all Loki felt was the tip of her finger tip. "Not yet."

        "And why is that?"

        "Because unless you wish to never see this dress again, I suggest you allow me to speak."

        "Is that so, you would deny me such a privilege," Loki asked, not even having to recall the thought to know what he might say.

        "Yes, for I was was thinking that I should keep it to our wedding night”.

        While one might expect that very thought might bring Loki's heart happiness once more, he knew far better. For their wedding was destined not to happen, as for the night of their wedding, she would be gone from his life, as if she had never been there. All as a punishment for his attack on Midgard, one that hadn't even been prompted on Loki's own will. As even the reminder of that had set Loki's heart to drop almost as if was dropping to his feet. For they shall not have to wait for their wedding if it was destined that his "father", would take everything from them already.

        "Or," Loki started to say, once he gather his words once more, as slowly he secured his hands to gripe around her waist. 

        "Or what," Thea asked, curiosity already lacing her voice, as Loki slowly he pulled her down on his lap. Before Loki proceeded to briskly flip her over on her back on the bed, causing her dress to rile up in the process. As within moments of doing so her delicate calves were revealed, and in doing so Thea soon let out a sinful gasp.

        This giving Loki the confirmation he needed, as slowly he allowed his hands to trail, from her kneels back to her lips again. And the moment that his lips found hers once more, he kissed as if it was the apocalypse, through for Loki it was. As without even saying a word, Loki allowed his hand to grip on her waist, as he pulled her ravishing body closer to his. Still kissing her ever so desperately, crushing in her body against his in an almost animistic way, as if he was trying to become more then just one with her.

        Thea seemed to take much enjoyment in this, as slowly her eyes, took a dark and lustful gaze to them. Even wrapping her arms around Loki's neck, in order to bring him even closer, if that was possible. As this action only made Loki want to stop even less, to forever stay in the moment, even if he knew he likely couldn't. 

        All of this despite knowing how the rules were set, that Thea was to stay un-ravished until their wedding night, despite her lustful, and filthy comments, through for Loki that was in the past. As Loki continued to allow his hand to travel from her waist to his own, allowed her calve to be even more exposed, all while delicately stroking her skin. And his lips never parting from her, going so far as to make Thea moan into the kiss. 

        "Loki," Thea said, barely able to gasp out the words between kisses.

        "Yes, I know it's prohibited, but I beg of you to allow me to have you on this night," Loki said, tone while still husky was laced with pleading. Only going to pause to capture Thea's lips in another kiss. 

        "But....."

        "Please, my love, one time before our wedding," Loki muttered, his tone still ever tender, yet low.

        Much to Loki's surprise, Thea seemed to become even more breathless, as her gaze morphed into one of astonishment. With her chest raising and falling, and if Loki's ear was pressed to her bosom, he would've likely heard her ever beating heart, just as he heard his. 

        Loki knew why Thea was doubtful, for the last time they have not made love, much less did Loki even ask to, as both waited for their wedding. A wedding that would never come, and given Loki might not have another chance, why shouldn't he have a chance to  love her in every way possible before she was taken away from him again?

        Only when Loki could heard the small noise of Thea's breathing resuming, as Thea's gaze was one laced with both love and lust. Much to Loki's surprise, Thea pushed him off of her, all before flipping Loki on his back, straddling his thighs, as she reconnecting their lips once again. “Yes, my god, ravish me, please," she begged tone husky, and caused Loki's cock to grow quite painful.

        As slowly Loki allowed his hands to go from fidgeting on Thea's dress, to desperately trying to take it off off her ravishing satin dress, that was leaving her from being bare. For he yearned to see all of her, for if he couldn't have all of her, at least he shall have a piece of her. Knowing that he would be the first to have her, as he would ruin her for anyone else, for she was his and his alone. Even if she had to leave, he wasn't going to allow some other take her, not without knowing she was ruined by another man. 

        This sudden movement cause Thea's breathe to be quicken once more, as slowly Loki began to slide down the sleeves of her green satin dress. Already knowing that from the sight of her exposed back, that she had no brassiere on. Yet despite knowing that, Loki still hadn't felt as if he was properly prepared for the sight that laid before him. 

        Made even the more ravishing, by the time he moved the dress down her off her arms to reveal her bare chest. Loki already feeling himself grow far harder, yet by the nervous breathing he could hear. He slowly stopped for a mere moment, his eyes laced with adoration as he spoke. "I-is that okay?"

        A slow nod is all Thea gave, as Loki continued, all while trying to avoid her ever so intoxicating lustful gaze. As he continued to move his hands caressing her body, her peaks clearly hard. As slowly he allowed his tongue to engulf her breast, with his mouth and began to suck. 

        The moment that Thea stirred, Loki could feel, as he could see Thea's ever so close closing eyes. "Please look at me."

        "Must I," she asked, voice ever so delicate, almost mid-moan.

        "Yes," Loki replied, voice tender despite his ever on going assault on her breasts.

        As her moans seemed to increase, all while Loki used his spare hand to flick her spare breast, kissing her every time, as if to stifle her moans. 

        Moan after moan unleashed from her lustful lips, until finally without a break of eye contact, Thea took hold of his hands. Slowly dragging them off her breasts, towards her lips, as she kissed each finger tip. Settling herself on him even more, going so far as to make Loki's hands, be pinned above his head, all while her gaze pierced his. 

        Slowly Loki could feel as Thea hooked her finger into the waistband of his trousers, slowly moving so she took them down wherever she went. Her gaze still staying on him, as Loki could feel his cock soon spring out, and growing so straight, Loki hadn't been sure, if it had ever been this hard.

        "Now I can can easily remove the dress off of my body, but I want to feel your hands all over me as you take it off for me."

        "Oh do you?"

        "Yes, now I suggest you start," Thea said, her voice ever commanding, despite usually being Loki's good girl. Making Loki feel far better, for he  knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but hearing it being uttered was a different story entirely. 

        For in a matter of seconds, Loki had lifted himself off the bed, as he planted his kneel below himself all in order to kneel before Thea, his ravishing, love, goddess, and most of all queen. As Loki slowly took a hold of the sides of her dresses, slowly dragging it down so it would fall to the floor, around the ankles. Evening go to placing a kiss to her stomach. "Oh how you are a goddess divine," he muttered against her skin, as he lowered himself further down. 

        "Oh am I," Thea could barely get out, before Loki placed,  an open-mouthed kiss over her clothed sex. The sensual moan that escaped out of Thea's beautiful lips, was one that Loki could never unhear. As with this, Loki proceeded to hook his fingers in the hem of her underwear, as he gently dragged them down, as they soon too fell beneath her.

         "What else were you to expect, given that you own my heart," Loki said with a pause, taking the chance to kiss her lower abdominal “body". "And soul," he said, finishing with another kiss to her exposed sex. As with these words Loki could already hear her breathing increasing with every rise and fall of her chest. Making her breasts move even more seductive then before, if that was possible.

        "Tell me more," Thea whispered, as Loki could see a small smirk start to form on her lips.

        "Oh, I intend to my love. For I shall love you for eternity, destined to be your slave to please you forever. For I belong to you and only you, with my dearest goddess divine," Loki said, stopping his moments, as he knelt before Thea.

        As with these sweet words, Loki could see, the tears form in Thea's eyes, one that mirrored his own. For how deeply in love Loki was with her, and every inch of her body. Especially knowing that he would never get the chance to show her how much he loved her, after this, and fully intending to use this last time.

        "What else," Thea asked, voice laced with curiosity, as slowly her brows peaked.

        "What might you want?"

        "Anything you can give me."

        "Then please command me, rule me, and do anything you wish to me. For I intend to forever be here to oblige to your every desire my queen."

        As Thea's tears began to flow once more, as Loki knew they were tears of love, for him and him alone. As in effort to cheer her up, Loki slowly allowed his hands traveled from her ankles to underneath her bum cheeks. As a slow gasp escaped Thea's lips as Loki, slowly grasped it. And before Loki could realize what he was doing, Loki moved his head around her body in order playfully bite her ass. As Thea let out a small a startled jump, all while a slow smile began to cross Loki's features. 

        "I have always yearned to do that," Loki whispered sweetly, as he tried to sooth the bitten spot, with a lick from his silver tongue. All the while Thea let out her own small chuckle, as slowly she cupped her hands around his face, slowly bring in down to place a sweet kiss onto his forehead. 

        Even going so to intertwined her fingers with his, as she gently helped him to his feet, with her fond and loving smiling never faltering. "I can say the same for me, for I am enamored with you Loki."

        "Are you now?"

        "Yes, for my love for you shall be infinite as the stars," Thea said, as slowly she placed a gentle kiss to the corner of Loki's mouth. 

        "And what else?"

        "Getting confident are you?"

        "Can you blame me, when one has someone as ravishing as you," Loki asked, as he let a slowly smirk spread across his face.

        "If you must know, I swear to you, and the norns above, that my heart is yours, and will forever be yours."

        "Even if something happens," Loki found himself asking, wishing to know the answer, despite knowing that even if she said, yes, she couldn't stop what was to come.

        "Especially if something happens, for you are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars."

        It was only at this moment that Loki truly allowed himself to stare at her. How can I stop this moment and live in it for the rest of my life, he wondered, his mind wondering how he hadn't been to save her. Almost going into a spiral at least that was until, Loki felt Thea slowly pull off the remainder of his trousers. 

        His breath hitching at the mere sight of Thea kneeling, before him, as naked as the day she was brought into the world, as she softly touched his harded cock. "Ugh, how I yearn to feel this inside me."

        "Your wish in my command my goddess," Loki uttered, as Loki slowly bent down. As he placed one hand under her knees, with the other to her back. Slowly Loki used his strength to lift her off the ground, as he carried her to the bed, bridal style, letting her go with a hard thump.

        From that moment Loki didn't allowed one inch of his hands to go without touching her, as when she was finally open and ready. He allowed his hips to softly hit her, his cock thrusting into her, encouraged by every moans that she let out. Being even the more encouraged by every sinful moan she left out, for Loki intended to go deep within her, and root himself within her. 

        As the bed gently began to rock beneath them, as Loki continued his passionate thrusts, praises falling out his mouth one by one. As with each moan she let out, Loki would thrust within her once for, for tonight he truly intended to show Thea, how much she held over him. Something that would never change, no matter how much time would pass, for Loki knew far better then anyone about that.

        As the thrust began to get even more, Loki began to feel for Thea's release, only every so often, to ensure she was fine. Yet the thrusts soon began to slow in pass, for how could Loki resist, seeing the love of his life helplessly writhing underneath him with his member deeply sheathed inside of her. With each sinful moan that escaped out of her lips, Loki felt himself edge closer and closer to his release.  

        "Oh, Loki, I am yours forever," Thea said, upon moment of her release. Her eyes roiling, as her back arched, and in doing so making her breasts press against Loki's chest. Those words being the final words, for Loki to finally allow his seed to root inside of her all with a deep growl. Even going so far as to continue to ride their high with each leisure thrust, and bite to her neck, to muffle his own moans. 

        "I know," Loki uttered, once he was finally down from his high, as he lifted his head to hers. All to see Thea smiling, with tears rolling slowly running down her face.  Only to lean down to passionately kiss her, for he desired to feel nothing but her. From the feel of her lips on his, to the warmth of her walls still tightly wrapped around him. 

        Yet in doing so, Loki suddenly felt the air  begin to shift around him. As Thea's lips were soon cold to the touch, as Loki continued to feel the air shift around him. As within moments Loki felt his eyes open with a sudden gasp, as the sight before him made him scream in agony,

For everything was gone............................

💚💚💚 Part 2

A/n: there is a second part for this, which is going to be published around the same time, next week.

Love it - I enjoy some Love Triangle - a Brother from another Mother Rivalry

expect lots of compliments and flirting

gifts - from Flowers to Jewelry

Fun Dates + partying and Dancing

They will make it a competition - who made you smile more ?who do you like more?

fighting over you

Neither one would give up but Thor appears more stubborn and Loki is more amused by the whole Situation

You need to make a decision