Epilogue
Feeling his hands slowly graze down your back, his fingertips trailing over the thin lines on either side of your spine, you feel the energy of your wings twitch underneath your skin as he sucks your earlobe between his beautiful teeth.
It had been 80 years since your transformation. You found out very quickly, through the education of your other guardians, that whomever you chose to partner with, that was the lifespan that your body would adhere to.
You had chosen to partner with Asgardians, so an Asgardian way of aging was what your body took on.
Sighing as he bites down playfully, your lips placing ghostly kisses on his cheek as his nips and bites make their way slowly down your neck, you lob your head off to the side as a light groan escapes from your throat.
Feeling him breathe against your skin was mesmerizing.
It had been 80 years since your transformation, and for 73 of those you had been married to Loki.
Feeling your fingertips dig into his upper arms, his muscles flexing with every breath that falls upon his neck, he rakes his teeth down your shoulder, stopping just shy of your breasts as your torso leans back, your body arching to be closer to his.
“You are intoxicating,” he breathes against your flushing neck.
You, Loki, and Sif had traveled the realms…fighting battles, waging wars, and fixing problems…and always returning to Asgard with Thor waiting anxiously for your return.
You always made sure the Allmother was returned safely to her King.
Feeling Loki’s hand wrap tightly around your waist, your dress slipping off of your shoulders as your puckered breasts free themselves from the thin cloth, he strides across the bedroom, tumbling with you on to the bed as you lock your eyes with his, your lips parting to mutter an enchantment of his liking.
He loved it when you duplicated yourself in bed.
“No,” he whispers, pressing his fingers lightly against your lips.
Furrowing your brow as you kiss the tips of his fingers, he leans forward and kisses your forehead, your heart racing as he lingers, his pelvis straddling you as your back begins to roar and pulsate.
“Just me and you…no one else.”
“But-”
“Ssshh,” he coos, trailing feather-like kisses down to the tip of your nose, his eyes smiling as he envelopes your lips in a passionate kiss.
“I want to hear only you tonight,” he whispers.
Feeling your body tremble beneath him, your hands grip the sheets beside you as you feel his warm, strong hands slide down your neck, stopping at your chest as he takes a breast in each hand, his body sliding down yours as he slowly drops his warm lips around your large, puckered nipple.
And all the while, your wings were trying to break free.
You had found out that you were very much in control of your reproductive system. It was quite simple: if your wings were tucked away, there was no pregnancy whatsoever. However, if your wings were spread, pregnancy was guaranteed.
It saved you a lot of headache with Asgardian birth control.
But over the course of the past couple of decades, Loki watched as his brother gave birth to his first child: a daughter, whom they named Valda. And as he watched his brother throw his daughter in the air and run with her in the gardens, you could see the longing in his eyes…the need for fatherhood pulsating with every cell in his body.
But he never once brought the subject of children up to you, knowing that you were hesitant to bring them in to the world.
You had to have a child eventually. You needed an heir to the guardianship whenever this life finally took you. But the pain you’ve experienced and the bloodshed you have seen…
It curled your stomach to know your firstborn would eventually lead this same life.
But as you feel Loki’s lips release your nipple with a pop, drifting over to the other one as he lightly grazes his teeth over it, your back arches off of the bed as you groan, your breath hitching as you feel his lips smile, his body grinding in to you as he presses his nose into your voluptuous breast.
…you realized that you were also robbing your child of the beauty that he or she would encounter as well. The beauty of being raised by a wonderful man. The beauty of falling in love with your soulmate. The beauty of having a family of their own…
“Loki,” you breathe, his tongue working around your lonely nipple as your body begins to tremble at his wake.
“Yes, my pet?” he mumbles, the vibrations making you draw a ragged breath as the wetness grows in between your legs.
“I…I uh…”
Hearing him chuckle lowly at your speechlessness, he begins to trail his fingertips down your sides, your body aching and twitching as he kisses and nips down your torso, your core jumping with every touch as you feel your insides heating up.
“You what?” he growls, his breath hot on your trove as you let out a ragged breath.
“I’m ready,” you whisper.
Feeling him stop suddenly, you lift your head to catch his gaze, your eyes half-hooded as he stares at you incredulously
“Y-…you what?” he stammers.
“I’m ready,” you repeat, finding your voice as a small grin breaks out on your face.
Watching as a smile covers his cheeks, he lunges back up to you, his lips crashing in to yours as his tongue prods its way in to your mouth, your teeth clattering as you rip at his clothes, desperate to get them off as you cast each piece to the floor, his hips grinding in to you as you work the button off of his pants.
Feeling his hands dip down to help as he shimmies his hips, your hands slowly slide up his muscular back, his muscles contracting with your soft touch as his mouth attaches to your neck, his teeth sucking in a bit of skin as you let out a soft moan, his name dripping from your lips as you let out a rather loud moan.
Feeling your wings slide out from behind you, outstretching themselves as he raises his gaze to yours, you see the tears of joy in his eyes as you smile lightly, using your thumb to lightly wipe them away.
“I love you so much, Y/N…” he says.
“And I love you,” you smile back.
Feeling his hips slowly gyrate in to yours, you lift your legs and wrap them around him as he reaches down, positioning himself between you as he looks back up at you once more.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.
“You are going to be a wonderful father,” you whisper, grasping his face and pulling him in for a kiss as he thrusts his hips forward, your grunt being swallowed by Loki as he slowly starts to kiss down your cheek, his warm lips nuzzling themselves in to your neck.
Holding on to him as he pumps, his hips knocking you all the way back into the headboard of the bed, you run your fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful as your breath starts coming in short spurts.
Yanking his head around, you roll him over and sit him up, crashing his back in to the nook wall that your bed sat soundly in as you straddle his pelvis, your hips rolling back and forth as his eyes roll in to the back of his head as you plant your hands firmly on the wall as his fingertips dig in to your hips.
“Oh, gods…” he groans, his breath coming short and ragged as you bounce on his rock hard dick, harder and harder as your body starts to shudder, your wings outstretched as they flutter against the thrusts.
“Oh…oh god…oh…Loki,” you grunt, your teeth gritted as you feel your walls pulsating around him.
“I love your sounds,” he growls, his arms clenching around your waist as he whips you around, standing to his feet as your back collides with the wall, his arm holding you up as his other hand plants itself firmly to keep you two balanced.
Thrusting his hips in to you as your wings spread out along the wall, your body shivering and shuddering with pleasure as your moans and his grunts meld together in a chorus of love and lust, your fingertips bury deep in to his upper arms as you feel his muscles work for your pleasure, releasing and contracting with every movement as whimpers begin to escape your lips.
“Come for me,” he demands, his eyes growing dark as he eyes your bouncing breasts.
Breathing heavily as the sweat starts to slowly trickle down your neck, you open your eyes, locking your gaze on to his as you lean your forehead forward, your hand slowly slipping down to your slit as you feel your wetness covering your fingers.
Finding your sensitive mound, your fingers begin to encircle it.
“Ooooh, Loki…oh god…I love you, I love you, I love you, I lo-”
Throwing your head back into the wall as your core begins to contract, your swollen walls milking his dick, Loki throws his head back and yells out to the heavens as your name tumbles from his lips. As your body goes limp against the wall, his palms come thudding down beside your head as he thrusts a few more times, his sweating chest pressing deep in to yours as your body shakes with pleasure, your orgasm continuing to rack your body.
You didn’t realize extending your wings would enhance your orgasm.
Feeling him continuing to press against your body, your legs wrapped around his torso as he buries his face in to the crook of your neck, you feel him smile against your sweaty skin as he trails his cheek up to yours, nuzzling your flushed face as he pants lightly in your ear.
“And you are going to be a wonderful mother,” he murmurs.
Feeling your lower abdomen pulsate lightly, you feel Loki pull away from you, helping you slowly on to the bed from off of the wall as he lays beside you, his gaze on your stomach at it starts to lightly glow.
Watching as his fingers slowly drift along your torso, the glow slowly encompassing his fingers as they glide through the mist, you watch with a smile on your face as Loki whips his gaze up to yours, his eyes practically child-like with glee as he smiles broadly.
And as he leans in to your stomach, he kisses the glow, nuzzling your stomach with his nose as your heart begins to melt with pride, your hands slowly sinking down as you run your fingers through his hair tangled hair.
“I have loved you for two decades,” he murmurs to your stomach, “And I will love you for 200 more.”