I set us down on the driveway of my house in Deep Cove, just outside Vancouver. Hard to believe it'd been four months since I'd been home. Nothing seemed to have changed with the towering hemlocks, western red cedars, and undergrowth of rhododendrons and ferns surrounding my house, giving it privacy from both the street and neighbours.

Loki cupped my cheeks. "I am so proud of how you've mastered your abilities. I can't wait for you to show me more. For now, though, show me this beautiful home of yours." He kissed me, smiled, and then took my hand as I tugged him forward with excitement.

We walked up the grey brick driveway towards the two-story residence with its grey stone and slate grey siding, ocean blue trim and shutters. At the frosted glass of the front door, I keyed in the four-digit 'ORCA' code to unlock the house, telling Loki, even though I knew he could teleport inside if need be.

As we stepped onto the hardwood floors of the front foyer, I watched him take in the sights. An open central staircase curved upwards to the three bedrooms and office on the second floor. To the left, a bathroom, laundry, door to the garage, and the family room beyond. To the right, a living room with a southwestern style area rug, cream coloured couches, Navajo sand art, and a large metal Kokopelli silhouette on the wall seemed to draw his eye. He stepped into the living room to get a closer look, walking over to the Kokopelli silhouette. Lightly, he ran his fingers over it, a little smile on his face.

Moving away from the artwork, I followed him through the living room and into my library, with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, fireplace, and black leather couch.

"We seem to share a love of stories," he said as he browsed the titles.

"Yes, I noticed you have your own library in your flat."

"It's not as extensive as the one I have on Asgard, but yes, I enjoy it. Whether stories are written in a book, visualized in movies, spoken on the radio, or told sitting around a campfire, I love a good tale. Wouldn't be the God of Stories if I didn't." He laughed.

"True."

Entering the large open concept kitchen and family room, again, he was pulled over to the west coast First Nations artwork on my walls. There was the painted drum, with Coyote prominently featured in the centre, several paintings and line sketches of salmon, a facemask carving of Raven, and another yellow cedar carving of Raven bringing the Moon to the people. Lightly touching each one as he circled the room, he turned from the last one to stare at me with a stunned look of wonder.

"These are all... these are all me... your home is decorated with art of me."

"The Kokopelli as well?"

"Yes."

Walking over to him, I cupped his cheek, looking up into his green eyes as his arms wrapped around me.

"My mom told me the stories from a young age. These particular gods were always my favourites. Clearly part of me recognized you, has sensed a connection with you, from as early as I can remember."

"Soulmates," Loki breathed, as his lips found mine.

It started tender, with featherlight touches of lips. Deepening quickly, tongues meeting, stroking, caressing, as his hands held me tight against his long, leanly muscled length. I had missed the feel of his body, so strong against mine.

Wanting more, my hands slid up into his hair, tugging and scraping fingernails up his nape. The tremor of his body against mine made me moan to have him respond so to my touch. I wanted, no, I needed, to feel it again. I dragged my fingernails over the back of his neck and scalp again, heady with his shuddered, moaned reaction to me.

A growl against my lips, as he lifted both my legs to wrap around his hips. With my hold tightening, I ground his rigid length against my core, teasing us both. It had been so long. I wanted him inside me desperately. I ached.

Whether Loki read my thoughts or was equally desperate, a flash of black later and he surged inside. I didn't care where our clothes had gone. I was too busy moaning at the fullness of him inside me again, stretching me, filling me to that point of pleasurable pain. It was so blindingly perfect.

Not yet moving, except for that initial thrust as he held me in place. "Are you okay?" he asked, breaking our kiss and looking into my eyes.

"Yes! God, yes," I tightened around him and tried to move my hips. I wanted that delicious friction, to feel him moving. Even with my newfound strength, he was far stronger than me, easily holding me still while supporting my weight around his hips. Frustrated, I whimpered, thwarted in my efforts.

Loki smiled that little wicked half smile of his that made my core pulse in reaction.

I ran the fingertips of one hand down the back of his head, yanking his hair when I reached the nape. To hell with teasing. I wanted him to move.

Green eyes darkened, and he began lifting and slamming my hips down on him.

"Yes, like that. Oh gods, just like that," I moaned at the delicious spikes of pleasure.

The friction was perfect. So perfect that it had me writhing in minutes. At the mercy of his savage strokes that built the fiery intensity inside me, I couldn't hold his gaze, panting and arching.

His teeth tugged on a pebbled nipple. Lightning flared.

"God, Loki! So good!" Another long moan escaped.

The exquisite dual assault had me rapidly cresting. A wave of heat expanded out from my core, firing up nerve endings to burst out my hands, feet, and top of my head. As I screamed my pleasure and trembled, Loki groaned his release and staggered.

The next minute found us collapsing upstairs onto my bed. Together, we cuddled on our sides, facing each other while we caught our breath.

"That was intense," I said as I smiled at him.

"It took the edge off at least," Loki agreed, lips twitching in amusement.

Our smiles widened, and before we knew it, we were both laughing.

I was still chuckling when Loki flipped me onto my back, rolling on top of me. His eyes darkened as he conjured a length of green silk. Taking my left wrist, he tied it so it was snug, but not cutting into me.

"What are you doing, Loki?" I asked with a smile.

He conjured another length, tying it around my right wrist.

"I should think it would be obvious," Loki replied with a raised eyebrow.

He took both lengths and tied them to my bed posts. With a shift downward, Loki conjured another two lengths of silk that he tied around my ankles and to the bottom bed posts.

"I understand what you are doing. What I'm wondering is why you are tying me up?"

He looked down at me, appearing to be satisfied.

Experimentally, I tugged on the silk with one arm. I couldn't reach my body, but I knew if I really wanted to, I'd be able to escape the ties.

"It's time to discuss your penchant for running off, abandoning me with no word, and leaving me to worry about you." His voice held a dark threat.

"Ohhhh... bring out the whips and chains. I'm ready for my torture," I sassed.

"Are you now? Perhaps next time," Loki replied with a wicked smile that made me think I was potentially in more trouble than I thought.

Taking my right foot in his hands, he massaged his thumbs into my arch.

It was absolutely heavenly.

At first, it was simply relaxing and easing tension I hadn't even known was there. Loki watched me, eyes not leaving mine as he gauged my reactions.

But, as he moved his thumbs around, testing and seeking my response, it shifted from relaxing to intensely erotic. Arousal started building, flaring up my body, with my nipples tightening to sharp points.

I'd had no idea feet were an erogenous zone.

Restlessness began to plague me, my skin tingling, as his talented lips joined his too-clever fingers in their assault.

Phantom fingers lightly stroked over my wrists, so ripples of sensation now came down my arms and up my leg at the same time. I squirmed on the bed as heat built in slow waves.

Turning my leg in his hands, he ran his tongue up and over the back of my knee.

I jerked in his hands, and he smiled as he blew air over the moist skin. Stronger waves of arousal surged up my body, centreing in my core.

The phantom strokes on my wrists shifted to my inner elbow, and I moved my arms, trying to increase the sensation.

Loki just smiled, his eyes glinting as he lowered his mouth to my thigh, spreading my legs as he kissed his way up my inner thigh. I was still wet from our earlier lovemaking, and it increased as I squirmed.

He bit down and I gasped, body bowing in reaction.

Loki chuckled wickedly, then moved to my other leg, starting at my foot, before moving to my knee and again kissing his way up my inner thigh.

The phantom caresses advanced up the tender skin of my inner arms, down the side of my torso and to the sides of my breasts, creating half circle strokes on the sides and undersides, but never my nipples where I ached for his touch. I was panting now, chest heaving at the arousing touches that never quite went where I most needed them.

"Loki, please."

"Please what, darling?" he asked with a little smirk.

"Please touch me," I begged.

"I am touching you." Loki started kissing my stomach, his actual hands replacing the phantom caresses along the sides of my breasts, holding them, sweeping his thumbs near, but not actually touching my nipples.

It was driving me crazy.

"Please make me cum," I begged, as my heartbeat thumped a heavy rhythm in my core.

He surged up my body, hand pinning my throat, with his hard cock sliding against my wet heat, but not entering me.

"No, you are not even close to where I want you yet." His tone was deep and unrelenting.

Loki moved his hips, deliberately hitting my clit, and sliding over it.

A moan escaped me.

"I'm going to bring you to the edge, over and over," he growled, as he looked into my eyes.

He teased me and I squirmed, trying to strengthen the friction or quicken the pace. I was so close, panting and starting to tremble.

Just as I my breath caught, Loki stilled, catching my hips with his other hand to keep me still as well.

"Damn it!" I yelled as the sensation dissipated.

"You will not cum until I allow it," Loki promised, a dark erotic menace in his eyes.

Tilting my face, he seized my mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss, while his hips began to move again.

His other hand travelled from my hip up to capture one nipple in a hard pinch. My body arched, screaming into his mouth as he shot me right up to the cusp.

Immediately Loki stilled, taking his hand from my breast to again hold my hips still.

I tore my mouth from his as I panted and swore.

"That's quite the mouth you have on you, darling," he said with a little smile as he watched my breathing stabilize.

I glared at him, and he laughed, before his mouth descended to renew his passionate onslaught.

Unwilling to concede defeat, I tried to disguise my reaction, so he'd misjudge how close I was, as he brought me to the trembling edge over and over during the next hour.

"Fuck me!" I yelled, desperate to cum, frantic to have him inside me.

"Not yet," Loki purred, holding me in place, feeling my heart rate calm against his hand on my throat.

Satisfied, he started grinding his cock against my clit repeatedly. So sensitized from his erotic torture, tears pricked my eyes with each burst of pleasure.

"Are you going to run from me again?"

"No," I groaned.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you?"

"No! I won't run!" I shook my head.

"Are you going to talk to me when we disagree so we can work it out?" he demanded in a harder tone as he pinched my nipple.

"Yes! I promise!" I panted, so close to the edge, entire body trembling.

"What do you promise?" he asked in a deceptively soft voice.

"Gods! I promise to talk things out with you. Please Loki!" I yelled through the screaming arousal, certain I was losing my mind.

"Who do you belong to?" he growled, as he shifted to allow the tip of his cock barely inside me in tiny teasing thrusts.

"You, Loki." My body shook as I forced the words out. "Always yours, Loki."

Ripping the silk ties, he raised my legs over his shoulders as he slammed inside, driving up to hit my g-spot and the world detonated in a kaleidoscope of colourful sparks.

I must have temporarily blacked out. When I came too, Loki was inside me, not moving. Instead, he was looking down at me with a dark glitter in his eyes.

"Are you back with me, darling?" he asked.

"Yes," I gasped, panting as my body throbbed with rippling aftershocks.

He shifted my legs down from his shoulders to around his waist as he started to move, slowly thrusting in and out.

The friction was incredible, each stroke making my nerves sing. My eyes wanted to roll back into my head.

A sharp yank to break the wrist ties and I lifted a hand up to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. My other hand caught his, joining our fingers.

"If I understand this soulmate thing, I'm yours, Loki, but you are also mine," I said possessively, as I looked into his eyes.

"Of course I'm yours," he agreed with a pleased smile, as his mouth descended to capture mine.

Hips increasing speed, I orgasmed twice more before Loki's body stiffened.

"Again, cum for me once more!" he demanded, relentless.

Trembling, helplessly clenching around him in orgasm, I screamed with the lightning sensation bursting throughout my body. As he groaned, the hot flood of his release filled me.

As the waves of ecstasy abated, Loki rolled us over with me sprawled partly on him and we fell asleep.