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AS NIGHT APPROACHED, ASTRID GOT READY FOR SLEEP. Zithara, as usual, stood behind her queen as she sat at her vanity desk, with a hairbrush in hand. Zithara carefully unpinned Astrid's hair from its up-do and brushed it smooth.

"How are you feeling, My Lady?" Zithara gently asked as she continued brushing.

Astrid sighed as she removed her jewellery and placed it them on a small dish that remained on her desk. "I'm just a tad stressed. But I should be fine," Astrid smiled.

Zithara nodded as she placed the hairbrush down. "I understand, Astrid, but hopefully whatever Freyja gave you can relive some of that stress." The handmaid moved from the vanity desk and walked over to Astrid's bedside table. She grabbed the glass vial that contained the pink liquid and went back to Astrid. "You should take it now and see if it works."

Astrid nodded. She popped off the glass top and smelt it before taking any. The scent wafted into her nostrils and made her sigh contently immediately. Lavender, rose and vanilla. Some of her favourite scents. Without a second thought, she gulped a portion down. The taste was sweet, hitting her taste buds delightfully.

Astrid swallowed, leaving some of the potion in case she needed it in the future. "That's lovely," Astrid quietly spoke as she examined the vial in her hand, she swore she saw the swirls of liquid briefly create a heart before transforming back to regularly flowing liquid. "I'll have to ask Frey for more next time I see her."

Zithara laughed. "Alright, My Lady. Anyways, time for you to get some well deserved sleep." Zithara pulled back the covers to Astrid's bed and waited for the queen to climb in. She blew out the lit candles and made her way to the door. "Goodnight, Astrid."

"Goodnight, Thara." And then the handmaid left, closing the door behind her.

Astrid shuffled down the bed, pulling the covers up her body and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

However, a jolt shivered down her body.

Her eyes shot open in confusion. She waited a moment to see if it would happen again but it didn't. So Astrid closed her eyes once more.

Another jolt. And a hot chill clung to her body, creating a sheet of sweat to gather on her skin. She flung off the covers as the heat became unbearable.

Astrid wiped her forehead as sweat gathered on her brow. Her chest heaved up and down as she felt like the walls around caved in. It felt like her bed was about to swallow her. It felt like her clothes clung to her skin desperately.

Oh, how she desired to be naked right now.

What?

That's not normal. She never usually had thoughts like that. Her legs ached as well as her back. This was intolerable. She stripped off her silk robe that usually was comfortable, but now she peeled off like burning tinfoil.

The air hitting her once burning arms and back welcoming but not enough.

Astrid winced as a jolt ran from the top of head down to her pelvis. "Oh Nords," she practically moaned. She looked to the pink vial that laid on the vanity desk and groaned, flopping back on the bed with an arched back as the jolts kept coming. Astrid soon came to realisation that what her friend gave her was nowhere near a stress reliever. It was some kind of sex drive enhancer. "I hate you, Frey."

Loki.

"Absolutely no-" she whispered to herself. But she cut herself off to think. He had been teasing her for the last two days. And he did look devilish chained up. Her mind voiced out. "Shut up," she muttered. She nibbled her lip in contemplation. It would be awkward. What would I say? One side of her brain thought. Fuck me? The other answered.

Astrid groaned once more but stood up from her bed. She grabbed the vial, hoping that Loki would have answers since he grew up with a witch mother. Hoping that she wouldn't have to succumb to sex if he had answers.

Not wanting to be seen like this in front of her guards and any workers still up around the castle, Astrid decided to make a portal straight to the dungeon.

Through she saw Loki spread on the bed, a book in his hand, the other behind his head. He turned his gaze but not his head at the sight of Astrid's portal as she finally stepped out.

"Oh, Astrid, here for some late night entertainment?" Loki smirked, placing his book down on his chest. His eyes scanned her body eagerly as she wore a pale green nightgown, exposing her arms and a large portion of her back.

She walked up the golden cell and walked through it. She designed the cells this way so only she and who she permits could get in and out if needs be.

Loki sat up confused as she entered. "So you have?"

"Shut up," Astrid muttered. She raised her hands to rest of the cell, making them solid and opaque. She turned to Loki, her legs quivering. "I fear that I need your assistance."

Loki sighed. "What is it now? Another evil alien?"

Astrid shook her head. "No, my friend gave me this to drink," she handed him the vial. "She said it was a stress reliever and would help me sleep, but it's had the opposite effect. I thought with your knowledge of magic from Frigga, you might be able to help."

Loki squinted at the vial, holding it up to the light. "Hmm, what exactly are the opposite effects you've experienced so far?"

Astrid gulped, embarrassed to say. "Well, I've been feeling overheated, jolts throughout my body... a desire to remove clothing... thoughts of someone I don't want to," she mumbled the last two out of embarrassment, but Loki still heard.

Loki smirked. "Looks like your friend has given you a sex potion," he deducted.

Astrid groaned and fell back on the uncomfortable bed of the cell. "Can you do anything to get rid of it?"

"Oh, I could, but you'll have to consent first."

Astrid propped herself up on her elbows. "Excuse me?"

Loki chuckled, sending yet another jolt through her body, hitting her centre causing her legs to clench together. The prince noticed and smirked. "It's me, isn't it? That you were thinking about but don't want to."

As he was asking, he had turned around, his upper body caging over Astrid's. His hands laid dangerously close to her exposed skin. He felt so cold, it was exactly what she needed. Without thinking, she nodded.

Loki smiled confidently. "Then let me help you," he said as he tentatively used his ice cold hand to push up her nightgown so his palm could lay flat on her bare thigh.

Astrid moaned at the cold feeling, her head falling back against the bed. "Yes, please."

A deep chuckle rumbled from Loki's throat as he crawled up Astrid's body, slotting his hips between her open legs. The noise caused another shudder to run through her. Unconsciously, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Loki smiled against her neck as he pressed sloppy kisses against its expanse. "You'll have to ask your friend for more of this potion," he sighed against her skin causing the women beneath him to squirm.

"Do something already," she ordered.

"Ooh, be patient, my queen," Loki mocked. "We wouldn't want to rush this."

Astrid groaned, flipping them over so she would be straddling Loki. "Don't tell me what to do."

The imprisoned prince moaned as Astrid's clothed sex met his own. He secretly enjoyed being submissive in bed, especially to dominate women, such as Astrid. "Yes, My Queen."

Astrid threw her head back as she began grinding down of his hardened bulge. "You looked so much better tied up."

Loki gaped at her statement, not believing he was actually in this situation with her. He used his magic to create chains that tied his hand up above his head, desperate to please Astrid. The queen sighed heavenly at the sight as she fastened her hip gyrations. She created a portal beneath them, one that led back to Astrid's larger, fluffier bed. The two flopped down into the cushiony pillows and duvet as she closed the portal.

Loki used his magic to lock the door to her bedroom in case anyone dared try to enter. He then clicked his fingers, watching as a green wave washed over the both of them, removing their barrier of clothes. Once more, he clicked his fingers, his magic removing the chains and giving him full movement once more. He could not help it. He was desperate to touch her, so he sat up, Astrid still in his lap and kissed her in desperation. His cold hands slid up and down Astrid's bare body, subconsciously pulling her harder against his dick. His hands flowed done to her dripping sex, slotting a chilled finger inside and watching as she mewled and squirmed at the penetration. Loki added another and another until he felt her clenching hard on his three fingers. Their teeth gnashed against each other as their messily pressed against one another.

Astrid latched her hands into his long black locks. "Fuck me."

Loki raised his brow in question, slowing his fingers down but not stopping as he enjoyed the sight of her pleasure filled expressions. "You're certain?"

"Yes. Please. Just do it," Astrid begged through a moan.

Loki chuckled at her pleas as he removed his fingers, his dominant persona overtaking his once submissive one. He flipped them over, his tip prodding Astrid's entrance teasingly. "I like when you beg."

And then, he thrusted forward slowly. Astrid's pain and pleasure filled mewls bounced off the bedroom walls at the stretching feeling, having not felt such sensation in years. Loki groaned into her neck, tenderly kissing there to soothe the stretch as he bottomed out inside her. He waited for her face to un-scrunch itself before continuing his slow thrusts into her tight heat. A moan fell from her lips as the pain subsided and he took this as a sign to begin thrusting.

Silk sheets fell around his waist as he hovered over her, shielding his heavenly view of Astrid for himself only. Soft whimpers fell from Astrid's mouth as she scrambled to ground herself. Her hands finding solace on his shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh under them leaving red cresent-shape marks into Loki's skin.

Loki's hot breath fanned against the shell of her ear as he whispered; "Du er så vakker, min kjære." (You're so beautiful, my love.)

Astrid moaned at the Norwegian phrase, moving her nails to rake up and down his back. "Raskere." (Faster.)

Loki chuckled lowly into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Som du lurer, min dronning." (As you wish, my queen.) Loki followed her order, so obedient to please her. He sped up his thrusts as he balanced himself up on his knees, his hands falling to behind Astrid's knees, bringing them higher so they could rest on top of his shoulders.

Astrid rolled her eyes at the new angle, his cock hitting deeper than before causing her to clench around him. Loki groaned at the feeling with a mischievous smile. His fingers danced down from her cheek, down her neck, past the valley of her breast and stopped before her sex where they were united.

His fingers drifted from her stomach to her bundle of nerves, pressing his thumb against it and circling it gently. The sound that left Astrid's throat was angelic to Loki's ears.

Astrid's head fell back to the sticky pillow beneath her, her hair falling around like a halo as her eyes rolled back into her head as she keened at the pleasure. Her back arched as Loki removed her legs from his shoulders, dipping his head to her chest sucking purple marks into her breasts and collarbones, occasionally toying with her unoccupied breast with his free hand.

"Look at me. I want to watch you fall apart," Loki commanded, planting a hand beside her head on the pillow. Astrid focused her eyesight to focus on the god above her, the eye contact making her even more dizzy as she felt her climax incoming.

With a quake of her legs, Astrid moaned loudly and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Loki watched in delight as she fell apart beneath him, his own climax approaching shortly after. He was about to remove himself, but Astrid held him tighter, shaking her head, mumbling the word 'inside' over and over again. The warmth of his release was comforting inside Astrid, the mixed juices, leaking out of Astrid's entrance and onto Loki's thighs. He leant forward, his forehead pressed against hers as his eyes clench closed as he spilled inside her.

Astrid sighed as she felt the heat of her skin leave and the clench of her body relax. "Thank you," she breathed out as he removed himself from her sex.

"My pleasure," Loki breathed out too, his hot breath hitting her lips. Her legs clenched once more around his hips and he chuckled. "Not done yet?" Astrid shook her head, a mischievous smile resting on her face. "Oh, so mischievous," Loki smirked, feeling himself grow hard once again. "I'll show you real mischief, My Queen."

He said this as he shuffled down the bed, disappearing under the covers and positioning his head between her sticky, wet legs.

"Oh, Nords," Astrid moaned.