#stepbrother!loki

DIVIDERS: @silkholland l BANNERS: @vase-of-lilies

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You can still remember the very first time you saw him; the memory fresh on your mind like a blooming moonflower.

He carried himself with the same poised demeanor that his company held yet his presence was a juxtaposition from the women and child he followed. His raven hair was as dark as the beautiful night sky whilst theirs was a burning gold, shining like the sun.

Frigga’s tranquil smile that had been graced upon you had slowly morphed into a pained one. It now resembled that of your mothers except of course it lacked the burning body, the tired eyes and the hushed voice.

Elders always had a way of communicating through silence, the act much frequent in your abode as of lately. You didn’t think much of it, elated to finally be in the company of your peers.

So, as they shared their woe, you spent your time playing with your guests. While one was loud and rowdy the other was silent and mischievous. However both of them were kind to you, they included you in all their little shenanigans; unlike the children from the neighborhood. Their departure had saddened your heart; the loss of a new found friendship was not one a little faunt could bear. However, little did you know that the universe would sew your lives together with golden threads that would slowly turn into a charred black…

Your mother’s death does not weigh upon your mind anymore, you were too young to properly remember anything anyway. But the fear that brewed within you upon entering the golden palace was not something that could be easily forgotten.

You’d lost your father when you were just a babe and your mothers chide was the only reprimand you’d ever received. Allfather’s voice and stern demeanor was too much for your little spoilt heart to bear.

You remember crying in your chambers all through the day, neither Frigga’s words nor Thor’s joy could ease you. While Loki’s silence was comforting you still felt a weight upon your heart.

It was his little bag of tricks that had finally put a smile upon your face. You’d been in awe of his magic; always having deeply admired snakes, their presence had provided the distraction your mind had needed. You slowly caressed their skin as they slithered around, only daring to after seeing Thor do the same. Their skin gleamed the most beautiful emerald, resembling that of their creators’ eyes. The boy adorning a shy smile at your joyful giggles.

Frigga’s love was bounteous, and soon you found that behind Allfather’s stern countenance lay a loving heart and an even kinder soul. Your brothers while reckless were the most joyful company one could ask for. Your new home had loved you to an extent that almost made you forget where your true parentage held. Now they were all that you knew and you loved them as truly as they loved you.

You sit still as the maids work on your hair; adorning it with gilded pins to style it as their heart desired. Their exited whisper surrounds you as you admire their work through the looking glass, hoping that they wouldn’t notice your lack of interest.

Your mind has been preoccupied since the sun had risen. Heart sullied by a nightmare; it was the same one that always haunted you. The memories of your childhood betrayal­­­; ­the day of the royal hunt.

The three of you had been mischievous enough to sneak out on your own. Thor was convinced that he could kill the biggest boar, his excitement was infectious and neither of you paid any heed to Loki’s concerns; eventually convincing him to join you in on your adventure.

It was your fault that the two of you were lost, you had decided that you wanted a victory of your own to present and decided to separate from the blond prince.

Now Loki couldn’t possibly leave you all alone thus obligingly accompanied you on your mission, one that would turn into a catastrophe within minutes.

You were so deep within the shadowy distorted woods that even Loki couldn’t recognize the way out.

You remember clutching on to him for dear life, his own hands wrapped around yours protectively. Yet his eyes betrayed him, they always did. You could see the fear that brewed within him, one that he wished to hide behind comforting words.

So, when you heard his voice shouting at you to run; you did. With all the strength within you, abandoning him there as he distracted the yellow eyed creature that hid within the dark bushes, those which had stopped you on your tracks; made you forget how to breath.

No amount of crying or consolation would let you forgive yourself for what you’d done. Loki escaping, encountering Allfather and returning safely was simply luck bestowed by the universe.

You did not care that the latter was livid at all of you for your disobedience nor that you might receive severe punishment.

While your tears still did not stop, they were now mostly of solace as you wrapped your arms around Loki’s, slowly falling asleep to the comfort of his presence beside you.

You had promised yourself to never abandoned him again. The pledge still in your heart, you find yourself making your way towards his chambers rather than Thor’s. Yet the cowardice in your heart can’t help but force you to slow down your pace impelling you rethink your decision; what if he doesn’t want to be comforted? what if he does not wish for your presence right now?

You push yourself through. You do not know, and until he has made his wish clear you will not presume. You are ready to provide him with whatever it is that he wishes, may it be solitude or company.

You slowly walk into his chambers, your footsteps resembling the softness of the ray of sunshine that lightens up the chambers.

You find him lounging on the window sill, his elbow lazily placed upon his knee as he looks out through the window. His helmet is polished and placed upon the table, the sunlight reflecting off of its pristine surface as it forms a bright stripe over you; blinding you. You move forward to admire it and carefully run your fingers over its marvelous horns.

“Careful. You do not want to get cut; now do you pet?”

He turns his head around, eyes now landing on you. A sly smile on his features as you sheepishly smile back.

“You look marvelous.”

You grin as you slowly spin around, the small tinsel on the dress spinning around along with you.

“I had to; mother insists that we wear the same colour.”

“Well… you do look the most beautiful in gold.” He replies.

“Yes, but I prefer green. It suits me better.”

His smile remains as his eyes flit away again into whatever tranquility he had earlier achieved.

You slightly part your lips and sigh as you close them again. Your eyes drift around, unable to form any words that seem appropriate for the moment.

“Are you nervous?”

“Me? Of course not. Why would I be?”

“I believe you’ve miscalculated your steps sister. The brother whose coronation tis today resides a few chambers away.”

You tilt your head at his jest, lightly knocking his shoulders. Yet as you look into those eyes you feel your heart grow heavy, you’re certain his does too.

Many things have been left unsaid, you’re unsure if it is the appropriate time to bring it up. If there ever will be.

No matter what they say, Allfather’s words have been etched into their hearts from a very young age; they deem their worth through his eye and the throne. It is what they have both desired all their lives…

You are no god and your words will go unheard but you do not believe that one deserves it more than the other. Both excel when they are together, their mistakes more turbulent without the other.

Thor needs Loki to restrain him before his temper entices him to an act he repents and Loki needs Thor to impede him before his own mind consumes him. Yet the throne will only go to one, your heart aches for the other that is left behind.

“Are you upset?” You eke out your voice a whisper but he hears you all the same, he seems slightly surprised by your honesty but not encroached.

You notice a slight glint in his eyes as he moves closer to you.

“I will admit; there is a part of me that is slightly burned by envy,” you feel a cold weight upon your arm, its soft skin slithering against you as it moves upwards.

No matter how convinced you are, that they were simply projections it never fails to amaze you how real Loki’s magic felt.

“I’ve looked forward to this day for a long time. There is a conviction that surges through some part of me, one that believes that I would do much better than him.”

You feel its thick body coil around your neck its weight resting upon your clavicle. The head moves towards you and you hear its gentle hiss near the shell of your ear.

“He is my brother and dear friend; I do believe in him. Never doubt that I love him.”

His lean fingers moves forward as they intertwine with yours. The reptile bestowed upon you moves downwards your left arm, its tail lightly grazing your neck.

Its head now moves towards its maker as it slowly coils around his arm. Half of its body still attached around your arm; its grip does not loosen. The force of it pulls you towards Loki. Both of your arms now tightly intertwine by the coiling snake.

“I never would. I believe you Loki with all my heart.”

His eyes flit over you as he leaves a hard breath, lips forming a straight line.

The sound of thunderous steps dissipates the bubble that had been formed around the two of you as Thor’s booming voice follows.

“Of course! you reside besides him when it is I that require your urgent attention, and no I am not nervous. I do not need your comforting words, you must simply regard my wear.”

He stands tall in his shiny armour, yet his knuckles are pale with tension as he tightens his fist. His anxiety and excitement all culminating in an ensemble of energy.

You hear Loki’s slight snicker as you chide at him with your gaze. A sympathetic smile upon your face as you turn towards the eager prince, your heart swells at his radiant beauty.

“Quit befitting for a king, I’d say.”

The blond envelops you in his strong arms as he picks you up, his laughter contagious as he presses a strong kiss upon your cheek.

The corner of your lips slightly frown at the scent of ale that pervades through.

“Couldn’t you at least wait until after the coronation to start drinking Thor?” You chide, only to receive a cheeky smile and an unbothered sway of his head.

“I’m sure the ale helps him with his nerves.” Loki snides.

“I’m not nervous.” Thor booms as he moves to attack his brother but Loki sways away just in time.

However, upon the blonds second attempt he complies as they playfully embrace each other. Your heart swells with warmth and you can only hope that the future holds the same exuberance.

Lest to say, your prayer was unheard. You knew Thor too well and preferred to stay away from his company at times like this. His anger knew no bounds and you were sure that the servants would have to deal with his ramifications.

You lay down on your soft silk in hopes to ease your mind, but no amount of twisting and turning could calm your nerves.

How could anybody possibly have slipped through the ever-watching eyes of Heimdall. It was impossible yet it had occurred, you are certain that this was no coincidence. They had every opportunity before yet they aim to destroy your brother’s coronation. Who’s to say they won’t try again? what if it wasn’t just the casket they were after, what if this was an assemble for an attack?

Your mind twirls in agony and you barely hear the doors to your chambers swing open.

You feel your bed dip beside you and even before you turn around you know it’s Loki, had it been Thor the silence would have been destroyed ages ago.

You feel his eyes rest on you as he leans his head onto his knuckles, his elbows placed on your raised pillow.

“There is something I must confide in you.” His voice a timber, as his fingers move to slowly caress your wrist.

“You must promise to stay calm and do as I say.”

“Thor is adamant on paying a visit to Jötunheim. I must go along with him.”

Nothing had prepared you for what you had just heard, you were sure that Loki would simply be complaining about Thor’s antics.

“Is he insane? are you insane? Do not go around abiding to his wishes!”

“He is adamant Y/N. I cannot stop him.”

“We will not be all alone, his little troop of yay sayers will be coming along with us.”

“This is not Midgard. You have never been to Jötunheim before. It is dangerous.” You caution, trying to put some sense into him.

“Well, that doesn’t seem to be permeating into his thick skull.” He says his tongue clicking in annoyance.

“But if Asgard is in danger, then nothing wrong in going there to find some answers.”

You wish to retort back, but your own fears regarding the future resurfaces. You cannot blame them for feeling the same.

“How do you intend to pass through Heimdall?”

“I’m sure I can find a way.” He winks.

“What must I do?” you sigh.

“You must tell Allfather imm-

“What no! this is not child’s play Loki. Father will be infuriated.”

“I do not wish to extend our stay any longer than what is necessary. Thor will not comply.”

“It is only father who can put some sense into him.”

“But-

“Simply do as I say pet, please.”

“Yes.” you whisper as your slowly nod your head in weary compliance.

You decide to remain in your chambers the whole night. Father’s stern look towards you before rushing away has assured you that both Thor and Loki were going to bear severe consequences. You’re unsure how Thor would react to your bad faith. You do not wish for either of their wrath upon you, thus you find yourself hidden away in your chambers at least until dawn.

You try to busy yourself with one of the books that Loki always carries with him. It is only your eyes that skim upon the words, mind too preoccupied to truly understand anything.

Just as your eyelids weight upon you, you hear the sound of the doors creaking open. Confusion fiddles you which slowly turns into dread as you glance upon Loki’s ashen face.

He barely acknowledges you as he walks forward and seats himself on to the bed.

He plummets back letting his upper body fall onto the sheets, eyes shut in exhaustion.

“What happened?”

He doesn’t answer. His eyes still remain shut as his slow breathing continuous. Frustrated; you spring up from your chair on to your bed. You gaze at him for a few seconds before shaking him as you whisper again.

“Loki, what happened?”

His eyes blink open and stare at you, the look in his eyes unreadable. He sits upright again but now refuses to look at you, his gaze on the floor. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out except another exasperated sigh.

“Thor has been… banished.”

You wish that your ears are faulty or that this was simply Loki’s jest, yet his eyes tell you differently. You knew that Odin would be angry but you did not expect to such extent.

“There must be something that can be done, let us request to father, beg him to change his mind.”

“There is no point.”

“Loki, he is in a faraway land all alone, for how long who knows. We cannot let this happen to our brother!”

“He is no brother of mine.” Loki shouts, fire in his voice as his arm slaps against the bed and he storms forwards.

“Do you know? Or am I the only jester at this court.” His eyes gleam a mean look towards you; one you’ve never been at the receiving end of.

“Know what?” you whisper.

His eyes find the floor again a small sigh meddled with exhaustion.  His eyes turn to you again before darting away and you feel your heart break at the glaze in his eyes.

“Father has been rather deceitful.” his voice strains, pain etched all over it which suddenly turns spiteful.

“You know it all makes sense now, why I’m always just a shadow to Thor’s gleaming shine.”

“Loki what nonsense ar-

“I am not his true heir.” he barks, teeth clenching as his fingers dig into his palm.

You know not what to say.

“The casket wasn’t the only thing that he brought back from Jötunheim; there was a runt along with it. Odin has always had an affinity for souvenirs”

“Loki, do not say such words.” You move forward to hold his hand but he retreats back slapping it away.

“What!? that I was not just a stolen relic. That I’m not a monster? the same one that I’d sworn to slay to ease your mind, to put you to bed. The one everybody hates.”

“Stop.” you scream. The only time your voice went octaves above his; the whole of today. His lips are closed but his frown remains.

“You cannot possibly imagine what it was like to change into that… thing. To feel the frost rush in through me and numb me.” His throat bobs, the sorrow in his eyes unbearable.

You slowly move towards him, his feet remains planted where they are, you take it as a sign to continue.

“No. I cannot know, and I’m so sorry that I could not share your pain.” you whisper, arms raising up, fingers slightly trembling as they move to hold his face between your palms.

“But what you believe is not true. I love you. Mother loves you; Thor loves you and so does father. We would never hate you, we couldn’t.”

“The whole world does.” He bemoans.

“Damn the whole word! We are all that matters, nothing has changed, Loki.”

His breath falters as he stares at you. You feel an eternity pass through, as his hatred, anger, love and affection all mingle into one as he gazes at you, before he completely breaks down.

His legs buckle as he kneels down, his whole visage shaking uncontrollably as his tears refuse to stop.

In all your life you don’t think you’ve ever seen Loki cry. Even after a brawl with the other boys or his brother, with cuts and bruises littered all over his body, he’d simply grit his teeth and endure it.

You hated it, seeing him like this broke your heart; irreparably so.

You find yourself crying as you kneel down beside him.

“There was– there was an argument, and… fath– father seem to have succumbed into an Odin sleep.”

You heave a sigh at your family’s misery, grasping onto the reality of the situation.

“It’s not your fault.”

“But it is, I–

You move to wrap an arm around him, hand slowly caressing his back. You embrace tightly, refusing to let his own words torment him.

You softly press your cheek against his, his own hands wrapped around your waist in order to steady himself.

The cool night air swirls around your bodies, slowly seeping in to heal the wounds formed by the heat of your words.

You tilt your head to the side as you place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“It is not your fault.” You whisper again feeling a compulsion to.

His own eyes shut as his breathing slows. Both of you sink into the floor, his head rests onto your chest and your fingers slowly swirls through the end of his hair while the other wraps around his torso to hold him close to you. The cool surface of the floor comforts you as you both remain still, too tired to say a word.

You walk through the large expanses of the corridor; the palace seems to slowly be recuperating back. Its movements slowly resembling its old patterns, yet the absence of the prince and the king seems to ring loud.

You carefully step around the foliage, holding onto a few strands of random flowers that you picked; clustering them into a miniature bouquet.

You can hear mother’s tune carried to you through the air from a distance. You bunch up your skirt as you make your way around.

Upon the stone near the high wall Frigga resides gazing away, humming her tune. She turns around as she senses your presence and slowly bids you towards her. Her smile as warm as the resting sun.

You seat yourself beneath her, head resting on her lap as she accepts the flowers you gift her. Her fingers slowly comb through your hair soothing you.

“I hope you don’t feel neglected. I apologize, I could not find you for days, my child.”

“Mother,” you reprove “of course not, father needs you. And maybe Loki too… they are in more distress than I, you need not worry about me.”

“That does not make it any easier now does it, my dear.” She whispers.

You simply hum in response as you close your eyes, time seems to be clicking slower every day as your worry increases in an unequal proportion.

“Will- will Thor be, alright?” you eventually ask.

“Of course, he will. You forget your brother is not a child anymore.”

“Yes, but he is without his powers, without Mjölnir.”

She remains quit for a while.

“Thor is much more than his powers; he will come to find that. Even if he was in distress, I’m certain he will find a way out.” She holds determination in her voice as she continuous.

“Nevertheless, worrying about it will not change anything; I tell your brother that, but all Loki seems to do these days is worry. He has a forlorn look in his eyes; I can never tell what he is thinking about.”

Her voice might be calm but words betray her, you know that she worries more than anyone. You close your eyes again as you lay, trying to forget, as you listen to the cicadas chirping away…

You walk towards the study your conversation earlier with Sif still fresh on your mind, its bitter taste lamenting there. The maliciousness in their voice evident.

Loki is seated behind a stack of books and papers as they surround him. He seems to notice your presence but pays you no heed. His eyes glued on as he scans through the sheets.

You move over and sit next to the window, gazing out into the darkness; a stark contrast to the lanterns lit in the room you reside in.

“I suspect Thor’s friends do not believe that the council wishes for you to be king. They were rather… disregardful.”

His attention still remains on his work, predetermined to not care for any other matter.

“What they believe is of no consequence to me. I will be loyal to my burden nonetheless.” He mutters from behind.

“They are trying to find a way through.”

You turn around and look at him, he now looks back at you, the quill trapped in between his fingers; its tip no longer touching the paper.

There’s a sudden rush of anger in his voice, a contrast from his earlier calm behavior.

“They are idiots! There’s no point. With his powers gone he cannot summon the bridge; and even with that, Heimdall won’t disobey Odin’s orders.”

“But you are king now, there must be something you could do.”

“Y/N. My first command cannot be undoing all father’s last. Thor cannot be helped.”

“What will he do? He is all alone.” You feel your eyes watering up.

“This is his own doing.” He stands up, the screech of the chair upsetting you further.

“You should have stopped him. I should have stopped you.” You wail.

“Why?”

“What-

“You know him just as well as I do, you know how he is. Is this really what Asgard needs from its king. A temperamental, impulsive, fool.” He hisses.

You feel offended on Thor’s behalf as Loki’s hypocrisy grates on you.

“So are you; temperamental, impulsive and a fool.” you shout; clenching your teeth.

There’s a dark glint in his eyes as he moves around the table. A patronizing smirk as he leans back on the edge of it.

“His absence seems to overshadow my presence in your mind. I’ve always wondered why that is? why he’s always so favored.”

“Were there whispers at the meadow? dreams in your heart? A coronation and then a wedding… everything blissfully set apart.”

“Were promises made?” he inquires.

“What do you mean?”

“Do not pretend to be a fool, it is unbecoming of you. Do you truly not see the way our subjects view the two of you.”

The frown between your brows deepen as you register his words, “What are you accusing me of!”

“Nothing you aren’t already being accused of; the position of the queen is well coveted.”

Your movement was instinctive, if you had a moment to think you would not have done it. The sound of the slap echoes in the air as the red impression of your fingers form upon his fair cheek.

“How dare you. Thor would have you tongue for that.”

“He would? Not you? must he save your honour now.” He goads.

“I’ll do it myself if you don’t leave this very moment.” Your voice trembles.

He suddenly seems to realize the pain his words have caused. A sliver of shame seeping through him as he gazes upon your sad eyes.

“I apologize it was uncouth of me, I-

“Leave.”

He stand still then suddenly turns and leaves. You turn around unable to comprehend the conversation you’ve just had, the taste of its poison choking you as it leaves.

It’s been days since you’ve seen Loki, your last conversation leaving very little to say. The quietness of the palace was reeling your mind; every wall felt littered with secrets, every servant’s glance felt like an accusation. You were unsure what you were accused of but your heart felt the weight of its guilt.

That is how you found yourself riding through the bejeweled road of the Bifröst. Begging the all-seeing to let you through.

“Please Heimdall.”

“Princess, please do not plead me for something I cannot grant. I do not have the permission and I believe you do not want the king to know.”

You turn around begrudgingly, there was no point. But stop as his voice peeks out from behind you.

“I do not wish to speak ill of the royal family but is my duty to protect you, you may have my tongue if you think it fit.”

“Please, speak freely Heimdall.”

“I turn my gaze upon the new king when he finds himself in the cold lands, and I can neither see him nor hear him.”

His voice echoes the same notion that you have heard before. You thank Heimdall for his grace, unsure what else to say as you make your way back to the palace. Uncertain of the confrontation to be held ahead.

Your sandals slap against the floor, as you drag yourself. Hogun’s words of a traitor within the house ringing through your ears.

A part of you wants shun yourself for even thinking so; but there is only one whose cunning magic could hide himself from Heimdall. Your dread slowly turns into anger and the lack of answers forces you to want to believe what you’ve been told; still, you wish to hear it from him.

You swing the door to his chambers open wanting to satiate the anger within you, and yet as his eyes find you; your will collapses. Your eyes find the ground as you feel them tear.

“Are you here to argue again?” he sighs, “I’d rather finish some work before we get-

“Have you been to Jötunheim? You will not lie, not to me.” You plead. His eyes remain on you, face placid as he takes a deep breath in.

“Yes.”

“Traversing through the Bifröst?”

“No. The Bifröst is not the only means for travel, there are ways around it.”

“Did- Did you show them their way in, during Thor’s coronation?”

“Yes.” He admits.

You gasp in horror as you feel your legs collapse, he rushes over to you. You move back as you swish your hand in anger, backing away as you hold on to yourself.

“Is this a coup? If so please end me first, because I cannot bear to see you tear up our family like this.” Your composure breaks and you find yourself sobbing nearly uncontrollably.

“Is that what you think of me…? I believe I’ve been wrong about you.”

“You are. I am not poisoned with greed; unlike you I do not covet the throne.”

“It is not greed.” he shakes his head exasperatedly, “It is not wrong to desire what one deserves.”

“I deserve the throne and I deserve you; much more than Thor ever will.” He snarls, as he moves forwards, hand latched on to your chin as he forces you to look at him.

“It breaks my heart to know you think I’d hurt you. I’ve only ever loved you.”

You feel the heat of his breath upon you, his hands moving down towards your shoulders. The force of his grip now stronger, his confession meddling with your inability to answer.

You sigh, and prepare yourself to speak but before you can, you feel his lips upon yours, the soft small gesture nearly shaking your entire soul.

He parts away from you to look at you again, your eyes now solely focused on his lips. Your eyes flit up towards his, you feel your cheeks burn at the sight of his flushed face so near to you.

He moves both of his palms to cradle your head between them, his lips finding yours again; now more fervent than before.

His right hand moves to the small of your back as he pulls you in closer. His feet moving back as he drags you along with him.

He seats himself on to the bedding, hands never leaving you. His lips leave yours, and you finally breath. The heat of his kiss still warm on your lips. He uses this opportunity to push you upwards, forcing you to straddle him.

His left arm moves to intertwine between your hair as he slightly tilts your head to the side, leaving hurried kisses along your neck.

His other hand palms at your breast, grazes your stomach as he moves it around to pull you in closer. You feel a sudden hardness press against your core even through the layers of clothing.

Your body rock itself, desperate to increase the friction between your bodies. Hand moving now to intertwine between his dark locks.

His hands moves down beneath your underskirt. Slithering his way in as he cups your core over your breechcloth, the feeling sending shivers down your whole body.

Your body moves upon his and he moans. He makes quick work of undoing the threads of his pants, and you feel the hard length of him against your thigh.

The feeling causing goosebumps all over your body, his lean fingers graze your quim as they work to move your cloth to the side. You feel burning shame course through you at that, which only increases as he uses your wetness to stroke himself.

You feel him aligning himself to your folds. The fear of the situation slowly transmits through you and you hurriedly try to push yourself off of him. Yet his grip remains tight on you.

“Hey, hey look at me, I love you alright; I love you. Nobody can love you as much as I do.”

He whispers into your mouth as he moves his hips upwards, pushing himself into you. You feel your mouth part at the slow movement. His grip on your thigh tightens, nails digging in as he pulls back slowly, however within a second rams into you.

You lose inhibition at that, your own body desperate for control as you ride him. The large expanse of you skirt falls around his lap, covering him and refusing his attempts to push it away. His teeth lightly grazes the shell of your ears as he groans at the feel of you tight around him.

He plants open mouth kisses along your throat, through your clavicle to your chest. The triangular cut in between your bodice feels the softness of his lips as you shut your eyes in pain and pleasure.

The pace of his movements increases as he pushes his face further into your bosom. You feel his long nose against your ribs as you pull him closer. The desperation of his movements oscillating you. He snarls as you feel him lose himself insides you. The sudden heat and wetness of it coating your insides.

You feel the heat around you slowly dissipate. The cloud around you loses its form as the horrors of what you’d done crawls on to you.

But before you can voice your words, he turns to the side throwing you onto the bed. Your head hits the soft cushioning of the pillows and you yelp as you feel Loki’s weight on top of your body.

His hands more desperate now. His knees move to spread your leg apart, his frustration at you gown still evident as curves his arm around the back of your knee and hikes your left leg over his shoulder.

You nearly lose your breath at the sight of him in front of you, his fingers dancing upon your legs. He tilts his face as he kisses the pearled brooch atop the welt of your hosiery, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

Your lips quiver as you feel him push himself into you again, much easier than earlier. Your leg bends as he moves forward, his chest now pressed against yours.

The wider space easing him to push into you completely as he slowly increases his pace, his movements much more deliberate now. You feel his heart upon yours, both of them beating in the same rhythm as they twist around each other.

His face edges closer to you as his lips find yours again, your hands flail and move around to hold onto his shirt, bunching it in between your fingers.

Your nails digging through it into his flesh. You feel a pressure build up within you and your unsure if you want him to stop or keep going. You feel your mind aching for something, and just like that you feel a rush of ecstasy course through you. Your whole body shakes and you feel the ache slowly seep through you.

Loki pushes himself off of you and falls beside. He laughs into a slow sigh, turns to his side and rests his head upon his raised knuckles.

His other hand moves your dress to cover you. You turn away from him pushing your face into the soft pillow, unable to look at him.

He hums as he slowly caresses your hair. Your eyes well up again and you feel a tear drop flow through the corner of your eye.

“Time will never forgive us, it will never let us forget what we are.” You wail in a near whisper.

“We know who we are.” His voice filled with reassurance.

“Our blood has already been tainted, dear sister. Nothing we ever do, can taint it any further.”