Now that you were inside your room, you pace nervously across the floor. You abruptly halt and turn your attention to Suri, who lazily lounged on the bed.

"Do you believe they will ask us quizzing questions about our courageous escape from a Wesson?" Your tone displayed a little panic.

"Oh, Eden, cease your fretting! They will not press us for details if we claim that mental trauma prevents us from recalling our harrowing encounter." Suri replied with such assurance that it eased you.

"Clever." You murmur. However, the guilt of deceiving others, notably Loki, ate away at your pure soul.

Suri sat up on the bed and inspected your face. "You have that look..." She narrowed her eyes.

"What look?"

"The look that suggests you are about to ruin the entire story by revealing the truth!"

"I won't!" You lacked confidence in your own words.

Your answer could very well have been a lie; you were not sure anymore, and now you felt tainted. Were you spoiled? Were you now damned?

"Oh, heavens above, pardon my unholy sins." You inadvertently cried out.

Suri began laughing hysterically upon observing your agitated state. She stood up, took your hands in hers, and regarded you with solemnity. "The gods will not care about this little white lie, as we had good intentions in our heart. We reunited prune with his family, that itself is a good deed."

You smile, feeling more assured by her words. However, she was not done speaking. "Besides, didn't you just perpetrate a top tier sin? The no intercourse before marriage rule?"

You wished she had simply ceased talking after mentioning the good deed of reuniting prune, because now the assurance she initially instilled in you had vanished.

You groaned as you dragged your legs to the bed and slumped upon it. However, you yelped in agony when your rear struck the hard mattress.

"What is it?" Suri appeared worried.

You sighed as you sagged back and gazed upwards.

"It's my down below. It's hurting..."

Suri stifled a giggle. "Has it not improved yet?"

"No." You sighed again.

"Do you want me to take a peek?"

You sat up on your elbows and gave her an appalled look. "Absolutely not!"

"We are all girls. We have the same lady parts. I can assess the damage. Perhaps it is merely bruised and not torn."

"Torn!" You exclaimed in horror. "Surely if it was torn, I'd bleed.... Bleed more than I have..."

You knew it was normal to shed a little blood after losing your virtue. But now hearing Suri's words worried you.

"Let me look and put your mind at rest, Eden."

You slouched down against the mattress, brushing aside your humiliation.

"This is a nightmare." You groan, covering your hands over your face as you bend your knees and part your legs. "Do it, take a look..."

Suri approached you and positioned herself between your legs, her gaze attentively examining your private parts.

"Hmm.."

"What does hmm mean?" You ask, feeling worried.

"It means.."

The door abruptly swung open, making you and Suri freeze in place. Loki stood in the doorway, his expression stunned. "Am I disturbing something?" He arched a brow.

"And if we are, can we watch?" Ovahh barged passed Loki and entered the room with a grin on his face.

You instinctively slam your legs closed, trapping Suri between your thighs. She groans in frustration as she struggles to release her head from the sudden clamp.

"Don't you know how to knock! This is a ladies quarters!" You scorn, opening your legs to free Suri from her entrapment.

"Yes. However, you, my lady, belong to me. Therefore, I need not knock." Loki asserts and glares at Suri.

You detected a hint of envy in his intense gaze.

"Are you seriously jealous of Suri now?" You stand and attempt to usher Ovahh and Loki outside.

"Can you blame me? I entered and discovered her between your legs. That particular space is allocated for only me!" He anchored himself firmly, refusing to move.

"While Eden is beautiful, my sexual preferences do not extend to women. However, I would experiment if she so desired." Suri's audacious declaration increased Loki's envy. While Ovahh's adoration for her soared, and he grinned wide.

"She doesn't desire!" Loki abruptly answered.

You exhaled in exasperation, and, realising that Loki had no intention of leaving, you resumed your position on the bed, once again sitting down too fast.

You shrieked in discomfort, and Loki exhibited a sharp look of alarm.

"You're hurt!"

"No..."

"Stop lying, Eden. I can tell when you are not truthful."

"It was the Wesson." Suri said in a panic.

Loki shot her an angry scowl. "There was no Wesson! And as the god of mischief, I am able to detect lies. So cease your efforts to delude me."

"Perhaps we should depart, Ovahh." Suri acknowledged that you and Loki require a moment to speak.

"Why? ...Eden is injured; we must determine the cause of her pain." Ovahh replied, confused.

"Yes. But where she is hurt, it is best left to Loki to examine." Suri's response startled Loki, but now he understood.

"I hurt you last night, didn't I?" Loki spoke before Suri and Ovahh could exit.

You remained quiet, lowering your gaze.

He walked towards the bed and kneeled down, positioning himself beneath you. His hands remained resting on your knees as he gazed up at you with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, my love. I should have exercised self-control. My selfish desires overshadowed your safety." His face was fraught with concern. "Forgive me, Eden. I will never allow it to happen again."

"Noo... you were wonderful, I adored every second. My body just needs to heal, and I am confident that in time, it will eventually adjust to your size and strength."

Hearing the word heal made Loki feel sad. It caused him to become snappish, and he took his frustration out on the two observers who had stubbornly stuck around.

"Leave us!" Loki commanded with a growl of authority.

Ovahh took Suri's hand, recognising his king's firm order, and escorted her out of the room. Loki utilised his magic to seal the door securely after they had left.

"Lay down." He instructed.

You furrow your brow, confused.

"Lay down, and part your legs, I wish to look."

You shake your head, feeling mortified. "No way. Suri was assisting me; return Suri."

"Suri does not have the capacity to heal. I do. Now, lay back, and relax."

You exhaled as you repositioned yourself on your back and separated your legs. Loki situated himself at the foot of the bed and investigated your suffering.

"Hmm." He mused.

Your anxiety increased upon hearing Loki murmur the same response as Suri. But before you could inquire about his findings, he spoke.

"You are bruised, my love. Slightly swollen. But thankfully, no torn skin."

You exhaled in relief, however, just as you began to relax your tense body, you felt cool lips against your sex and you flinched from the sudden chill.

"Loki, what are you doing?"

"I'm kissing it better, darling."

"In doing so, you awaken my desires." You reply.

"Then rouse, my queen. For I have already healed you, and you have no more pain."

You suddenly realise that he was right. You felt no soreness whatsoever. You sat on your elbows and peered at him while his face was still wedged between your thighs.

Your head rolled back against the plush pillows when he drove downward, his tongue playing across your folds, yet he purposely avoided the sensitive area that begged for his attention.

"Stop teasing me, Loki." You slink lower, aiming for an exciting collision between his face and your aroused clit.

"Naughty queens get limited pleasure, and you Eden, have been very disobedient." He gently ghosted his thumb against your aroused nub, giving you a tantalising sample of the pleasure you crave.

"I did not authorise your departure from my bed this morning." He scolded, suddenly blowing a chilly breath against your heated arousal, making you squirm against the sheets.

"I had to." You reply.

"Why?" He asked, his tongue parting your folds and skimming around your entrance.

"The... wesso..."

"Enough with the Wesson story!" He demanded, thrusting two fingers hard inside of you.

You gasp, your mind drifting off into ecstasy as you feel his skillful fingers enter your body and strike the tender spot that provided so much pleasure.

"Tell me the truth, or I will remove my fingers." He warned.

"Loki... I'm safe, everythin—"

He removed one digit, leaving only one remaining. It didn't have the same fullness that you enjoyed, and now you were bitterly annoyed.

"I'll give you one more chance, darling; speak the truth or you'll get no part of me inside you this day."

"That's unfair!" You snap.

"My fingers... my rules..." He spoke in such a devious way that it was plainly obvious he was smirking as he said it.

You hesitated, uncertain as to whether you should reveal the story of prune. However, he gradually began to withdraw, and you swiftly conceded.

"Okay, okay. We left in search of more Sedenia."

He stopped his finger retreat and listened attentively. "What is a sedenia?" He asked.

"A Sedenia is a rare plant species, thought extinct. Suri had one residing under her bed. But it was sad, lonely, and it would not have survived for much longer."

"So you just left without informing anyone of your destination?" He scowled, continuing to withdraw.

"We went in search for his home! It was not far. Just up the incline, not much further than the frost flowers." You quickly add.

He felt some relief that it wasn't too far away, as before he took you to the Galanthus, he personally inspected the surrounding areas and deemed them secure.

He slowly inserted another finger inside you, kissing your inner thigh as he did so. You cooed; your soft whimpers reflecting your progressively rising desire.

"Nonetheless," he stated. "The proximity to which you ventured does not imply danger's absence. Almost anything could have happened to you."

Your mind was so overcome with euphoria from the sensation of his mouth and fingers that you unintentionally blurted out the wrong words.

"We avoided the bat claws, and the methane was only marginally close to igniting."

A loud growl jolted you out of your lust-induced trance before Loki climbed up your body and glared contemptuously into your eyes.

"You ventured into a civven bat colony?!"

"Is that what they're called?" You sheepishly smile.

"Did it have razor sharp claws?"

"Uh..."

"Don't lie, Eden!"

"Yes, and their droppings were natural methane."

"By the gods! Don't tell me that you lit a torch?" He was now worried to hear your reply.

"Ok..." you answered, neither confirming nor denying that you had sparked a flame.

He furrowed his brow. "Eden!"

"Well, you said don't tell you. Therefore, I am responding with an answer that will not enrage you."

He snarled. "Reiterate every detail! I wish to know!"

"I used my magic to ignite a flame. Fortunately, the cold rendered me unfocussed, and I only produced a small flicker."

Loki released his held in breath, his pulse pounding rapidly upon hearing that you were in imminent danger, revealing his failure to protect you.

He linked his forehead to yours, desperate to feel your closeness and calm his nerves. "I am going to worry about you for the rest of my life, aren't I?"

Your silence validated the answer he already possessed.

"I sense my dire concern for you will result in my early demise. However, should you wish me to live longer, next time, alert me, and I will endeavour to help you." He said sincerely.

You smiled while wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him towards you.

"I pledge to request your assistance the next time, for the sake of your longevity."

"That's my girl." He kissed the tip of your nose before shifting the conversation to another topic that occupied his thoughts. "Now, about your invite into the warriors three..."

You grinned. "And what of it?"

"Is it true? Did my brother invite you?"

"Sif was first to mention it, and as soon as she did, everyone was in agreement. Especially Fandral."

Loki's eyes narrowed at the mention of that name, and he scowled when he repeated it with contempt, "Fandral.."

You snicker. "You sound just like him. Each of you has expressed disdain for the other."

"So, it is clear that you have spent some time with him." His bold claim was calm, but you perceive his growing envy.

"I spent time with all members."

"But have you ever had private moments with him? Loki required further details.

"He was insistent on walking me to my chambers most nights.."

He growled again.

"However, I declined, and it wasn't until my final evening in Asgard that I allowed him to walk me halfway."

"Did he touch you!" Loki suddenly exclaimed.

You maintained your composure and instead chose to take pleasure in his moment of jealousy.

"He kissed my hand."

You were almost certain that you saw Loki exhale hot vapour from his nostrils as he puffed out a breath. He quickly seized your hand and asked, "Was it this one that he kissed?"

You nod, curious about his next action.

He quickly brought it to his mouth, and you believed he was simply going to kiss it. However, to your surprise, he extended his tongue and began saturating your skin with his saliva.

"What on Embrodi are you doing?" You exclaim.

"As Jotun's saliva is a natural sanitiser, I am not only removing all traces of him, but also branding you as mine. My potent aroma will persist for some time. Should he kiss your hand again, he will immediately smell me."

You laugh audibly. "You are adorable Loki, and will be an outstanding uncle. I can just envision you contending with Fandral for the child's affections."

He furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean?" He asked in confusion.

"Lady Sif, and Thor, they are with child."

You anticipated that he would be as ecstatic as you were upon hearing their good news, but instead you only observed a trace of bitterness. 

Your jovial smile soon flattened to match his, finding his sorrow contagious. You cup his face between your palms and use your thumb to caress his cheek.

"Be happy, my love. Thor and Sif deserve such a blessing."

"I know, and I wish them good fortune, sincerely, with all my heart. But I won't pretend that I am not riddled with envy. His life has always been simpler than mine. He basked in the sun, while I always wallowed in the shade. This news, while happy, only serves to remind me that I remain partially shadowed, never reaching his sun."

"Then we will prosper beneath the clouds, creating our own light."

He smiled. "That we will, my queen." His mood perked up. "And I shall make sure his little squire is as mischievous as me; it will be easy when I become the popular uncle."

"I shall join you in your prank adventures." You declare.

"I expected as such, and look forward to merging our minds for some spectacular mischief." He confessed.

He advanced slowly towards your lips with the intention of kissing you, but your quick words halted his movements.

"While on the topic of Asgard, I feel inclined to tell you something."

He gazed at you with slight trepidation, wary of what you will confess.

"Eden. If you have engaged in any form of affection with Fandral or any other Asgardian, please keep this information concealed. I cannot hear such traumatic news right now or ever, for that matter."

You abruptly flip him over, forcing him to his back, and observe him from above in disbelief.

"You believe I was to confess to participating in lascivious behaviour with other men?"

He quickly realised his error upon seeing your reaction and attempted to laugh it off as a jest.

"No! Of course not. I was simply teasing, darling." He smiled meekly.

You narrow your eyes. "I should be offended, demanding a grovelling apology followed by bountiful gifts, like any other woman would. However, I am unlike any other and merely seek to reassure you, my love."

You lower yourself down, allowing your long hair to cascade around his face. You ghost his lips with yours and whisper against them. "I desired you from the moment I first saw you, the nervous god fleeing from the monstrous Magritte at the ball. Be assured in the knowledge that I have never sampled the lips of any other, only yours."

"Deep down I know that, Eden. But sometimes, haunting thoughts of you leaving me for someone else creeps in."

"That will never happen." You assert.

He exhaled contentedly. "Then continue, my love. What was it you wished to divulge before I rudely interrupted you?"

"Well, it is about your mother's special place of worship. The culprit behind its devastating fire was primarily Thor. But before you get angry, the story of how it happened was completely innocent and accidental. He feels great remorse that the blame was shifted to you."

Loki's smile took you by surprise.

"I adore that you do not keep anything from me. Your heart is pure, my queen. But rest assured, I am not angry. I have known for some time who was responsible."

"Oh. Why then did you not refute your accusation?" You inquire.

Loki shrugged his shoulders. "My life was shrouded in gloom during a period of extreme self loathing. I believed that this was yet another divine punishment, and I accepted it."

"Oh, Loki." You desperately attempted to erase the memory of his dark times by giving him a passionate kiss. "You will never again enter such darkness."

"I know that, darling, because how can I? I now have you, my natural beacon that shines brighter than the sun."

When he looked into your smitten eyes, his desire for you intensified. However, before he consumed your mouth, additional confessions were necessary.

"Since you have been forthright in your confession, I have to admit something to you."

Now it was you who regarded him with concern.

"The brooch, the one you found.." He paused.

"Yes.."

"It was I who designed it, Eden. I had it fashioned here in Jotunheim; it displays the symbol of my crest."

Your eyes widened in incredulity. "That is how you knew so much about it!"

"Yes, darling. But also... before I took it to Asgard, I had it blessed by an elder; the brooch drew a drop of my blood, triggering an enchantment.

"I knew it!" You exclaim.

Loki chuckled upon witnessing your reaction.

"The magic bestowed upon it made it so that only those who held my heart could touch it. And only my fated one could wear it."

"So that means..."

"Yes, sweetheart. We were destined to be together, as evidenced by the fact that you discovered the brooch after I had discarded it and that it could only be worn by you. Our encounter was not coincidental. It was a divinely orchestrated intervention, foreseen by the heavens."

Your heart bloomed. "I knew this was never infatuation or simple love; we were created for each other; our ethereal souls were already in love before they entered our physical bodies."

"Once again, my queen, you are not wrong."

You lie on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as he envelops you in his arms. "I think this is the happiest moment of my life, Loki."

"Every instant spent with you is the best of my life, darling."

You raise your head and rest your chin on his chest. After a brief moment of gazing into each other's eyes, he unexpectedly flips you over, placing his body on top of you.

He shoved his hips into you, allowing you to feel the hefty bulge protruding from his leather pants.

"Is that for me?" You grin.

"Only for you, my queen."

"Have we got time for a brief sexual encounter?" You ask in the hopes of receiving an affirmative response.

"Bear disbands the search party while Tres prepares breakfast. We have a few minutes." He responds with enthusiasm.

"Then what are we waiting for, I am fully healed."

Loki quickly withdrew from your body and perched on his knees; then, like an eager schoolboy, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers to expose his throbbing manhood.

He deliberately caused it to twitch in order to induce your laughter. When you giggled, his eyes brightened.

"I never knew that love had a sound, until I heard the captivating melody of your laugh." He declared.

He held his adoring gaze on you as he lowered back down, and positioned himself at your slick entrance. However, before proceeding, he used his magic to envelop both of your bodies to remove every piece of clothing.

You cooed in appreciation of his sorcery, as now you felt his muscular chest pressed against you instead of his harsh leathers.

He locked onto your lips as he slowly pushed inside you, and you groaned into his mouth at the return of the familiar pleasures of being filled.

He grunted in your ear as he sped up, forcing your thighs to widen as he snapped his hips into you, enabling deeper penetration. His massive bulk meant that every thrust found its target, hitting the sweet spot that sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your body.

Your hands wove through his hair, and his lips suckled on your neck before moving down to engulf your protruding nipple.

"Loki, I'm going to come." You pant, feeling your core begin to tremble as he rolled your nipple between his teeth and gently nipped.

"Not yet, darling. Wait for me.."

You focused intently on holding off your desire, suppressing your need to come. However, in doing so, you grip his hair more roughly, causing him to hiss.

"Hurry Loki, I can't hold it."

Loki quickly raised himself up and held your legs in the air as he continued to pound into you. He gazed down at you from above, watching with satisfaction as his large shaft entered you repeatedly, your slick essence coating his thick girth and rolling down your thigh.

His direct eye contact and quick bursts of power caused you to let out a gratifying scream. He thrust his head back as he roared audibly, firing his seed deep inside you as he jerked and shook.

He beamed while heavily breathing, enjoying the feeling of your quivering core shake around his rigid shaft. As he withdrew from you, he observed in astonishment as your stretched opening shrank back to its small size; the sight of it making him instantly hard again.

"What a beautiful sight to behold." He exclaimed upon observing his semen oozing out of you. "I will never tire of filling you, my queen."

"How do you make something so obscene sound so poetic?"

"It's a gift, my love."

After feeling his familiar magical skills sweep over you, you found yourself freshly washed and clothed in warm, cosy garments. He pulled you up from the bed and took you in his arms, cradling your body close to his.

"I can't wait to make you my wife." He murmured.

"Me too, as then we will not fear being caught in erotic romps."

"I plan to make love to you within every room of the palace." Loki boldly declared.

"But you have a thousand rooms.." You exclaimed.

"One thousand and fifty two, to be exact." He grinned, placing a kiss to your lips.

"I require a hearty breakfast just considering such an undertaking." You confess.

"Then let us join the Docat's for our morning meal, so that you're filled with more than just my seed." His grin broadened.

"So very poetic." You remarked amusingly.