The door to his chambers burst open as Loki stumbled through, placing Sarah on the bed and nearly collapsing next to her. The gash in his calf had only gotten worse, making the God limp as he walked. With a snap of his fingers, the sound of water filling the tub could be heard in the washroom and Loki gently taking the dress off of her fragile figure. There could only be hope that a luke warm bath would help sooth her pain. It was the only thing Loki could think that could help the slightest.

  He lowered Sarah into the bathwater, making sure that her head stayed above the water. A painfull hiss escaped the Raven-haired God's lips as the side of the tub made contact with his clothed ribs.  While Sarah's remedy did help his broken ribs, it did not heal them completely and Loki had been avoiding any sudden movements. Without realizing it, he reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear, his eyes wandering down her exposed body. There definitely would be burn marks left on the female's lovely skin, bruises had already begun to form where the restraints held her down. Loki bit harshly at his own bottom lip, drawing blood as he rested his elbows on the edge of the tub and buried his face in his hands. He sat in that position for a few minutes before resting his forehead against the edge, his arms extening out toward Sarah and yet he did not touch her.

Finally, Sarah gave a soft groan as she gained consciousness and she opened her eyes to find Loki kneeling beside the tub, his hand extended toward her in a relaxed manner. Slowly, the female moved back, further away from the ruler of Midgard. However, as she moved, her bare leg brushed against Loki's fingers making both of them flinch and Loki raise his head to watch her. Sarah watched as his adam's apple bobbed, visibly gulping. His eyes showed nothing but pain, longing, and regret. Even slower, she then pulled her knees to her chest, her whole body trembling.

"D-darling..." Loki whispered, his arm extending fully to run his finger down her arm.

But instead of embracing the touch as she usually did, Sarah leaned away. He couldn't blame her.

"Just leave me alone, Loki..." She didn't know where such brave words had come from and it hit Loki like a ton of bricks.

With a shaky sigh, the God of Mischief turned and used the counter behind him to stand. 

Suddenly, the leg that had the nasty gash became weak and Loki fell into the counter, crying of inpain as he leaned into it. His breath had become ragged as he hoisted himself up, practically hobbling out of the washroom, leaving Sarah to herself. 

It took all of her will power not to jump up and help the Jötun Prince, who was hopelessly in pain. She could hear him fall back against the bed, but silence followed. This left Sarah to her thoughts, which consumed her like wild animals. She couldn't help but recollect the scene that she stumbled upon and shudder.

Another cry of pain could be heard from the bedroom and Sarah gave into her desires, climbing out of the tub as best as she could. A snap of her fingers and her body was dry, leaving her to slip into the red dress that layed on the floor. As she entered the bedroom, she found Loki laying down on the bed, his legs hanging of the edge of the bed. His eyes were screwed shut, most likely trying to focus on something other than the pain of his broken ribs and the gash. Blood pricked on his bottom lip where he had bit it so harshly earlier. Just the sight of the God in the state he was in immediately broke Sarah's heart. She knelt in front of his legs gently pushing his pant leg up, but found that the wound was too high up to reach by simply pushing the fabric up. 

"Sarah..." His once velvety voice rasped, "darling..."

Gingerly, the woman stood, climbing onto the bed with the God and sitting by his head. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, brushing her thumb over his perfect features.

"Loki. I-" Sarah whispered, "-I can't get to the wound with your pants on..."

There was a pained chuckle from Loki and he loosened his belt, giving permission to slide his trousers off of his legs. With one fluid movement, she had his pants laying on the floor near the foot of the bed. Then, lift his leg, she was able to get better access to the wound. But with as much as much she tried to focus, Sarah couldn't help but to glance at the God's crotch cover by his boxers. Before she was fully done dressing his wound, she had found her mind wandering to the dirtier side more than once. For as many times as Loki had seen her naked, he still had yet to claim her. Many times had he entertained the idea, but never had he actually acted upon it. Sarah knew he was in no condition for taking her tonight, but surely he wouldn't turned down pleasure. She slowly ran her fingers up his leg and thighs, earning a groan from her Jötun Prince. Continuing to caress his thighs, she finally decided to push his shirt up and off his abdomen, peppering both the bruised and unbruised portions of his skin with feather light kisses. 

The God of Mischief felt himself beginning to relax under Sarah's gentle touches, soft groans escaping his lips every so often. With a soft snap, his boxers snapped back at his skin after she pulled them up slightly, a hiss forming in his mouth. 

"Sarah..." Loki warned, his hips shifting to find a more comfortable spot.

Finally, Sarah let her hand rest on the newly formed tent in Loki's boxers, earning another hiss from the God. For a few moments, she palmed him through the thin cloth, making his breath hitch and become ragged. Then, without warning, she placed a chaste kiss on the bulge, before pulling his boxers down his legs, allowing his erection freedom. Never before had she seen his cock this close and she felt her cheeks heat up. The slightest bit of precum leaked from the slit and Loki groaned loudly as Sarah used her thumb to smear it over the head of his cock. Before he knew it, the female was trailing her tongue up and down his length, leaving a trail of saliva and Loki's hips bucked toward her mouth. He hadn't had such pleasure in years. Most women only want to receive the pleasure, not give it.

Suddenly, Sarah took his whole length into her mouth, bobbing her head a few times, before she felt Loki's hips thrusting into the air- desperate to mouth fuck her it seemed. Growls, groans and other pleasured sounds passed the God's lips and Sarah swirled her tongue around his thick cock.

"O-oh D-darling...!" Loki moaned, his head thrown back into the bed and his back arching slightly as he continued to thrust into Sarah's mouth.

She hollowed her checks, bobbing her head a few more times before she released his cock with a 'pop' and began to trace the vein on the underside of his cock with her tongue. More shuddering moans escaped the God's lips and Sarah could tell he was close, for his cock began to twitch and Loki was thrusting up into her mouth more often and harder. He reached down to entangle his long pale fingers in her hair, giving him full control over her.

Sarah hummed softly, sending pleasant vibrations throught Loki's shaft and made him shudder. After a few more minutes of this, Loki finally gave a low cry and bucked his hips up toward Sarah's mouth one last time, his warm seed spilling into her throat. His grip on the female's hair loosened and she picked her head up to look at the God- swallowing the last bit of his seed. She truly was a ravishing sight that almost made Loki hard again. She crawled up toward his head, pulling the God further onto the bed and pressing a hungry kiss against his lips.

All he could do at that moment was return the kiss.

He felt weak.

So weak that he couldn't even pleasure his woman.

Loki groaned softly into the kiss, almost complain when she pulled away, but becoming content when Sarah curled up beside him. She threw a blanket over the both of them, cuddling Loki's side and silently began to fall asleep. Just before sleep overtook her, she felt a pair of cool lips placing kisses along her, until finally resting on her lips. A sigh tugged her lips apart when Loki allowed Sarah to drift off to sleep and eventually Loki fell asleep as well.

//TELL ME HOW THIS ONE IS. HOW IT WENT!!! PLEASE!//