#mutli chapter

You rolled off Loki with a sigh, collapsing onto the pillow, still breathing heavily. After a moment, breath still coming in short gasps, you rolled onto your side and looked at him, a broad smile stretched over your face.

Loki gazed back at you, flat on his back and head pressed into the pillow, his hair splayed across it. His eyes were dark green as he gazed at you with a mixture of hunger and awe. Slowly he rolled over, sliding his hand down your spine and you shivered, body still sensitive to his touch.

Smirking, he pulled you closer to him, resting his hand on your thigh and stroking it gently. “You look a little cold.” Loki hummed thoughtfully.

You glanced down ruefully and giggled, shoving his shoulder playfully. “It’s just you.”

Loki smiled again, leaning forward to peck your lips gently.

You held the kiss, closing your eyes and sinking into it for a moment before reluctantly pulling away.

Loki whined softly as you stood up and climbed out of bed. “Well that is a view I don’t mind.” He commented mildly, propping his head up with his elbow on the pillow.

You shook your head and grabbed a robe before walking into the bathroom. Loki’s laughter following you the way there.

Coming back to bed, you wore a strange silken shift. Thin spaghetti straps over your shoulders with black accents, the material ending just below your thighs. You stepped out of the bathroom. “You said the mortals picked clothes for us to blend in?”

Loki blinked at you standing in the bathroom doorway, watching you tug at the material. “They did… yes.”

“They seem to have forgotten the rest of the garment.” You grunted, turning this way and that.

Loki snorted, “Come back to bed, love.”

The light of the moon completely illuminated the room, it seemed nearly day as it shone down through the skylight, the ceiling entirely made of glass.

You crawled back into bed, crawling under the covers and scooted near Loki. He was under the covers now too and he quickly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and resting his head on yours. With his free hand he laced his fingers in yours and smoothed his thumb along the back of your hand.

“This is nice.” You whispered, glancing up at him, then up at the starry sky.

Loki felt you move, looking down at you then up at the skylight. “The stars are lovely no matter what realm they grace.”

You turned and nuzzled your face into the hollow of his throat, kissing it as gently as you could. With your free hand you stroked his back. Loki hummed contentedly.

Soft, gentle circles, over smoothe, toned, muscular skin. You slid your hand up to his neck and twirled your finger in his locks idly.

The two of you sat leaning back against the pile of pillows and headboard, chatting idly for a while, just gazing at the stars and talking about anything and nothing.

“I like bunnies.” You said mildly.

“Bunnies?” Loki repeated.

“Yes. They’re soft.”

Loki nodded sagely, “They are indeed.”

“As king, you must never harm bunnies.”

Loki nodded sleepily, “I shall never.”

“Good.”

Loki laughed. “What else doth my queen command?”

“We shall have a thousand ships.”

“Where will we sail to, my lady?”

You spread your hands wide, “All the stars.”

“And where did these ideas come from?”

“I have discovered the Midgardian television.”

“I see.”

“You should see their tiny noses, we will bring them on our ships.”

“As my lady commands.”

You smiled, laying down to collapse on his lap and stare up at him.

“I think our plans should be smaller first.”

“Oh?”

Loki smirked, “I asked what you wanted to do tomorrow.”

You furrowed your brow.

“And while galactic travel is appealing, and small mammalian creatures are, erm, delightful, neither are exactly tasks that can be done in our allotted time.” Loki smiled placatingly at you.

“My king denies me!” You tossed your hand over your forehead.

Loki slid his hand under your back and lifted you close to him, your chest pressing against his. “I deny you nothing.” He growled softly, as he pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

You hungrily kissed him back, quickly reaching up to cup his face, your eyes drifting shut. Loki’s hand that was not holding your back up, slid down your body and gripped at your ass and you let out a small squeak into the kiss.

He smirked, using the opportunity to bite your lower lip and then insert his tongue. His tongue delved into your mouth, rolling over yours and taking control.

You slid your hands from his cheeks, one to dig your nails into his back, the other to grip and tug at his hair as the two of you devolved into a mixture of heady moans.

Finally you were both forced to pull away for breath. Gasping your lips, puffy from kissing, you grinned up at him, Loki still holding you in a French dip.

“My king denies me not.” You repeated with a smile.

Slowly your tears subsided as you looked up towards the edge of the enclosure and saw a mass of gathered ferkians. You scowled, wiping at the tears furiously and hurried back inside the hut.

Loki stirred slightly as you entered, his eyes fluttering open. He gave you an inquisitive look but stayed silent.

For a moment you stood just inside the curtained doorway, scanning the room for something to pass the time. Loki, for his part, drifted back into a pained sleep. You could see him shivering from time to time, jolting suddenly. He curled tightly into a ball on the top of the blankets before stretching out and repeating the process.

Perhaps all you could do now to pass the time was sleep as well.

It didn't seem right to sleep next to him, even if the two of you had woken up after being forced unconscious at the same time. Perhaps the floor...

You laid down on the floor, first flat on your back then uncomfortably on your side. For a brief moment you considered going out and laying in the grass, that would surely be softer than whatever this hard surface was made of.

Your brows furrowed together, you would not give those creatures the satisfaction of watching you sleep.

Eventually you rose from the floor and made your way to the foot of the bed. Curling up in as small a ball as you could, you fell into a fitful sleep.

-

As you slept, you were aware of wormlike tentacles touching you, jostling your body and moving you around. Feigning a continued sleep, you allowed them to move you as they pleased, you didn't have the energy to interact with them or resist.

They pressed you against something warm, and a lovely aroma filled the room. You were soon lost in the scent, fading into more pleasant dreams.

-

You woke up, legs tangled between Loki's and head resting on his chest. Starting abruptly, you pulled back, legs snagging in his and falling off the bed onto your back.

Loki jolted upright, wincing and grabbing at his chest in pain.

“Sorry.” You muttered, blushing and looking away. The damned creatures couldn't do the decency of giving you more modest clothes, or Loki for that matter.

Loki nodded wearily, waving his hand dismissively. Slowly he shook his head, pressing his palm to his forehead and closed his eyes, “Why are you apologizing?”

“I think they put me next to you on the bed.” You muttered again, adjusting the loose shift and trying to  regain a sense of modesty. Loki hadn't looked or seemed to notice and for that you were grateful, if slightly put off.

“They are desperate.” Loki chuckled.

A pang struck your heart and you fought the urge to sigh. Instead you looked away and slowly moved to your feet.

“Where were you trying to sleep?” Loki asked, his gaze slowly roving over to you.

“I figured this bed is large enough to sleep at the foot of it.” You shrugged, somewhat bitterly, but you hoped you kept the worst of it out of your voice.

“It makes no difference to me.” Loki replied.

There was that pang again, that longing in your chest. You nodded stiffly.

Loki tilted his head, his gaze softening as he looked at you. His eyes bore into yours and you felt that familiar flush rising on your cheeks.

Eventually he looked away, and you were left standing there uncomfortably, feeling so exposed for reasons beyond your see-through shift.

“So.” Loki trailed off, clearing his throat. After a moment, he readjusted himself and crawled under the blankets, resting his head against the headboard of the bed.

You envied him, how covered he was, compared to yourself standing there beside the bed. Glancing towards the bathroom, you wondered if there were towels that you could arrange into a makeshift dress or perhaps undergarments of some sort.

“Are you going to answer or just keep standing there?” Loki asked, looking at his hands resting over the blanket that covered his knees.

You tried not to think of his muscular thighs beneath the blanket. In general, you thought it best to not think of him any more than you had to. Awkwardly, you bowed stiffly and managed to choke out, “Apologies, my prince.”

Loki chuckled dryly. “A prince in captivity, meant as nothing more than a display animal. Truly fitting for a beast.” He shook his head, still smoothing his thumb over the other hand. Raising his head, he looked at the ceiling, “Still, better arrangements than I've had in the past.”

“Sire?” You asked, not sure where he was going with his ramblings.

“Is it common knowledge what happened with the destruction of the bifrost?”

“Not particularly, no, sir.”

Loki nodded, “It's been so many years, I suppose that fell from public knowledge, and after Thor's ascension to the throne and subsequent pardon of any crimes placed on me by father,” he spat the word. Looking away from his hand, he pat the bad, “I'm sorry for your discomfort at the garments they've chosen for you.” He looked pointedly away from you. “Feel free to sit down though, acting as though I'm you're superior in this situation is hardly conducive to figuring out how to get out of this predicament.”

You nodded slowly, sinking into the bed and finding a layer of sheets that you wouldn't make physical contact with him. Crawling in, you covered yourself and let out a sigh of relief, finally feeling less exposed.

“So what do the commoners say happened with the Bifrost?”

“Prince Thor...” You searched your mind, trying to think of how the story went, “was to have his coronation, but there was an attack by the jotuns.” Loki nodded, “the coronation was canceled and Thor was banished and you became king.” Again Loki nodded and you continued, “then Thor returned and the bifrost was destroyed and you were lost with it. Thor was devastated but there were rumors that he had fallen for a Midgardian. So many wondered if he had fathered a child or something that he was so upset by the bifrost, but the king did not speak of what happened to you. The queen, may she fight on in Valhalla, was morose, it was a dark time.” It had been such a brief period of time, but you had paid so close attention. The queen had felt Loki to be dead and you mourned as she had. “Then rumors started up that you were not dead, and in fact on Midgard. Thor left for a time and then you returned only to be thrown in the dungeons.”

Loki chuckled, “Yes. Thor was banished for starting a war, to Midgard and met a mortal he fell in love with and I...” He sighed, trailing off and shaking his head.

“It seemed strange, apparently you had killed mortals.”

“Under duress.” Loki muttered absently.

You shrugged, “They die so easily, such frail creatures. But the Allfather had always had a fondness for them, he liked to protect Midgard the most. Then the dark elves attacked, the queen...” You trailed off, she had been a kind and loving queen, so thoughtful to her subjects.

Loki nodded sadly, “I should have done more.”

“You were in prison, weren't you?”

“Still.”

“Well then Thor committed treason, all active guards were called to help capture him, myself included. There was a prison breach, rumors that Thor had taken you with his mortal and left Asgard. It was all very confusing and there wasn't a lot of information. We were still reeling from the destruction of the dark elves. But we had our orders. Thor left and Odin was furious, but, I guess I don't know. It's all very wrapped in mystery, he kept it quiet from everyone. I heard rumors that you had been mortally wounded aiding King Thor's mortal and yet here you are. And then Thor returns, ever the hero, and well, I guess Thor ends up king. Shortly after, Odin dies and you're said to have recovered and Thor appoints you adviser.” You looked away, “There was always drama with the Allfather, since Thor has taken over,” You shrugged, “The other realms are watched over, he's happy to intervene personally even though his other advisers are said to worry about the risk of his life, it matters much more now that he is king but,” You shrugged again, “I don't know. Prince, I mean King Thor has always done as he has pleased with little regard...” You stopped and snapped your mouth shut, looking over at Loki.

Loki burst out laughing, “Yes, I suppose he has. He has gotten better, I must say, but he prefers doing over thinking. He has wizened admirably though, you should've seen him in our youth.” Loki shook his head, still chuckling, “Our youth, it's been hardly even years since he restarted a war with Jotunheim over an insult.”

“Is that what caused the destruction of the bifrost?”

“I thought of Bor's use of it on the dark elves so many eons ago, I had been given the throne, I thought perhaps that might win me...” Loki hesitated then shrugged, “perhaps win my favor with Odin.” He sighed, looking at the ceiling and shook his head slowly.

You watched him in silence, unsure of what to say. Loki had always been the dark prince, there was no secret that Odin favored the older son, and yet, to see how it had hurt Loki. “You said you were under duress when you attacked the Midgardians?”

“When I fell from the wreckage of the bifrost...” Loki paused, glancing at you then looking ahead once more. He swallowed hard, “It was unpleasant.” He finally managed.

That seemed like an understatement.

Loki glanced back at you, “Tell me about yourself.”

You picked at your nail, looking down at yourself covered completely by the sheets. “Just a commoner, my prince, nothing much to me. I have a family, I don't see much of them with my duties to the crown, normally I work whatever jobs need doing and when the time is called, I act as a guard. I was sent with a squadron to Vanaheim for something or another that the king ordered and when we were returning, we were intercepted and I came here. I woke up and they interrogated me and...” You stopped, trying to fight back the flush.

“Yes, you mentioned that. You said that they chose me because of you.”

You nodded, still staring at your hands, gripping the sheets and wringing them absently.

“Of all the Asgardians to pursue, they chose to take me. I know for a fact that I am no easy target, and even if I were by myself, Thor is... quite protective of me these days.” You could feel Loki's eyes on you as he asked, “And yet, they risked countless members of their military to take me. For the express purpose, it seems, of creating a small population of Asgardians.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes.” You squeaked.

“Surely any commoner, any guard, even any nobility, would have been simpler.”

You stole a glance at Loki and saw him studying you intently. The flush on your face steadily grew.

“And I am flattered to think they might view me as a peak specimen of our race, yet that doesn't seem to be the case. And I know for a fact that it is not. The troubles of taking Thor would perhaps be far more as that would be an outright act of war to kidnap Asgard's king, and yet, I am still her prince, which confuses me.”

“Maybe they thought you would be...” You trailed off, wildly thinking of any reason but the truth.

“And then they say that I appeal to you.”

You looked over at him, feeling tears well in your eyes, “Are you teasing me, sire?”

Loki's eyes widened, his mouth falling open and he quickly shook his head, “I...” He seemed lost for words. “I'm sorry.” He finally muttered.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and looked away, shoulders slumped.

“You are fond of me?” Loki finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. His voice was soft and hesitant, completely unsure.

You nodded morosely, still refusing to look at him. “Growing up, alongside you, my visits to the palace as a child, my training over the years and seeing who you've grown into...” Trailing off, you hiccuped. “The palace gossip of the nobles you have courted...” You looked down at your hands again, tearing at a loose nail.

“If Thor didn't produce an heir, it would fall to me.” Loki muttered, you stole another glance, “most were interested in positions of power, some sought my reputation,” he shrugged, “none lasted long.”

“It doesn't matter.” You mumbled, looking glumly at the blankets, “My foolishness has led to the king's most trusted adviser being kidnapped.”

“You truly are fond of me?” Loki asked.

You glanced over at him and saw him studying you curiously. Mutely, you nodded.

“Why?”

Sighing, you glanced away again, staring at the ceiling. “You were always so inquisitive and shy, so loving towards your mother, I related to how you always seemed to be on the edge of your friend group, the outcast, I loved catching you in the midst of one of your tricks and seeing your eyes light up and your crooked smile, and your contagious laughter. You were always in the library, or with a book and I would see how Thor would aggravate you running headfirst into whatever competition was produced while you would stay behind and create a plan. You were never as burly and brawny as him but you were no less a warrior than him. And your magic,” You sighed, trying not to think that you were telling the person, “what wonders you create with it.”

“You admire my magic?” Loki sounded surprised.

“So many act as though it's lesser, but you have used your gifts to equal and better so many warriors who would use their brute strength and they fail time and again and it's just so impressive. I am not terribly strong, but if I can think before I go into a battle, I can compete with my betters and I have always admired that trait in you.”

“Thank you.” Loki muttered quietly.

You looked at him, your turn to be surprised. “Why?”

“I can't think of any who have said such things to me.”

You smiled weakly, “It doesn't hurt that you're the best looking man I've seen.”

“I feel as though you haven't seen many men.” Loki replied wryly. “Now I'm concerned for your vision.”

“Not every girl fancies Thor and his square jaw and bulky appearance.”

Loki raised his eyebrow.

“I've had to look at him,” You shrugged, “I know the types Asgard has, our brutish warriors, so big and bulky. Looming brutes, not a smidge in their skulls.”

“So you would pick the runt of the litter?” Loki asked, a touch of bitterness to his voice.

“You don't look at yourself very often, do you?”

“Often enough.” Loki slid his finger down his angled cheek.

“There is much to be desired.” You muttered, once more looking away. Surprised that you had admitted so much. “I can't believe I've said all that, perhaps if I am to be killed when you fail to find me as appealing as I find you, at least I shall die having told the truth. Now feel free to laugh, I've told you my feelings, now you know why you're in this predicament. Even if my death shall be slow and painful for it, it has been a pleasure to finally talk to you.”

Loki leaned forward, his fingers delicately gripping your chin and turning your head.

You looked at him in confusion for a moment, then his lips were on yours, petal soft brushing against yours. All too soon it was over and he pulled back, watching you curiously.

“I am the god of lies,” He murmured, watching you, “And you have spoken quite honestly as far as I can tell.”

Your heart flopped around in your chest, unable to find its rhythm as you stared at him dumbly. Lips tingling, you felt a goofy smile spread across your face. As your mind searched for some response, the screen flickered to life across the room.

“BONDING HAS BEGONE!” Burlba screeched, “The exchange of oral fluids has happened!”

You looked over and saw Burlba's tentacles slapping the second ferkian. There was the distinct feeling that the second was unimpressed.

“Now mate! The two of you must mate.” Burlba demanded. The silence stretched on and Burlba seemed to reconsider its tactics, “Phase two shall commence. Rooba?”

“Shall the rethkar take their positions?” The second, Rooba, asked.

“No! Hold your orders, offspring must be ensured. Order the ploobs to begin.” Burlba returned its attention to you and Loki. “Male, you will be a god here. Your offspring shall be as countless as the stars, your name will be heralded for generations, you will want for nothing, all you must do is provide Asgardians. Any illness, pain or disease you risk facing will be healed, any fears or enemies that face you will be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. You will be lavished with every honor a living creature can be offered and when your death comes, you will be immortalized in our people's names. Asgard will never forget you as the Ferkians will praise your name for eternity.”

Loki blinked hard, looking at the Ferkian, he turned his head uncertainly, searching for a response.

“You will be the greatest of your kind to have ever lived. You will save your species from ever going extinct, all you must do is impregnate the female.” Burlba's tentacles waved and thrashed excitedly, “You will be lauded beyond measure.”

You watched Loki uncertainly, wondering what the ferkian meant by Asgard's extinction. All races have a twilight, just as they had a dawn, perhaps the tentacle creatures would artificially prevent anything from ever wiping out Asgard.

“You know the mad titan?” Loki whispered.

“An insect, that being is nothing compared to our might.” Rooba responded.

Loki swallowed hard, “Perhaps...”

You thought of your home, of Asgard, of the people on there, then you thought of Loki, of how you had loved him since you met him.

“What of my brother?” Loki asked.

“It frets! Phase two, we must force phase two!” Burlba cried and the screen cut out.

Loki looked at you, a strange look on his face, a mixture of hope, longing, sadness... you couldn't place all the expressions.

Finally you broke the silence, “What's phase two, though?”

The expression faded from Loki's face and he furrowed his brow, “I don't know.”

As if by answer, a panel slid open and two trays of food appeared.