Chapter 2
“You are getting back at me.”
“Am not!”
I hear the contempt in your voice before I step inside the battle room and have my gaze land on the blue pile of rocks bending in fear and defeat while you are in between heavy breaths, frustrated and filthy with sweat.
“All I am saying is you can admit that it offended you.”
Only if there was a way to shut him up.
“Shut up, Korg. I’m not going to say it again.”
You were not offended, that much is true. But you had clearly been thinking about it in the morning, watching your curves in front of the mirror, wondering something to yourself before sighing with a gloom hovering over your face. “Was I wrong to love you so much, pizza? The least you could’ve done is given me a little more confidence to appreciate this.” you had spoken to yourself. I wonder who that excuse of a human was.
“All right, everyone,” I announce to the residents of this spaceship- all four of them- as I come down towards the simulated battleground, “Within a week’s time we will be hunting down the-”
“Sauron’s army,” you interrupt me, “that’s what we’re calling them because none of you will tell me their name while all of you keep scaring me with the ghost stories of the undead,” now clearly offended.
“You,” I turn to face you in all seriousness, “you and Korg are the only ones who have never had an encounter with…”
“Sauron.”
“Sauron’s army. It will be more of a mystic fight than a physical one. You will be battling out all the scenarios with me until we reach their planet.”
“Okay.” You nod, readying yourself, never questioning me once.
“What?” the Valkyrie shouted from her end, done with beating every last inch of the punching bag, “you’re not even going to ask him what fight you’re expecting?”
You take your stance, your hands hanging loose on either side, waiting for my first attempt. “I’m about to find out, aren’t I?”
I feel a smile building up inside me as I signal Nebula to fire up the simulator, turning everything around you and me cold and dark in a rocky surface, eerily familiar to the silent graveyards smelling of death and the paranormal.
A knot of mischief opens up somewhere inside me as I position myself behind you, replacing my original self with a mirrored shadow in front with my finest daggers coming at you. Your right leg comes back near me, positioning yourself firmly as your hands gather up the lifeforce surrounding you, appearing as if creating little balls of stars out of nothing.
Like a thin sheet of a sharp metal, you slice through my illusion as the invisible armour protecting your back pushes me with the same force that I aimed my fist with towards your shoulder.
Invigorating as it is to watch your sly smile for having tricked the trickster, you fail to shield your back again for another illusion, pushing you to the ground. A vengeance filled grunt leaves your throat and the battle of the minds ensues. Blocking the attacks and keeping yourself at a distance so I cannot come in contact with you is impressive to watch as you let the forces do the work for you. Going for my face and chest now and then, teasing me with the fine sword work gets a tad infuriating and I bring out the rusting sorcery to level the playfield- or should I say, tilt it in my favour.
Just as I imagine, the control you have over the powers fluctuates, the blue hues of defence fluctuating around you, making you focus everything towards my attack, giving me a window to plant my real self behind you and grab your head.
The attacks lighting up the field till now vanish abruptly as your swerve yourself around grabbing my face in yours.
Two things happen at once.
Your darkest fears come undone inside our heads.
An unknown radiating calm in the form of pure white light travels through you and engulfs me.
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The sound of water spattering down on the tiles is an ominous note. The mauve reflecting off our bodies is the only shade inside the huge room, the empty cubicle between us the sole distance preventing an uninvited outburst.
Yet, surprisingly, I feel calm.
I feel…peace.
The doubts, the torturous echoes inside my head for the past ten years and the mindless gnawing in the brain for the years before that, have all gone silent for the moment.
The mental agony that weighed upon me, that I had learned to accept as a part of me when I was taught to shut down my emotions, has vanished.
I do not recall the last time I felt this light; this…free.
My aching chest feels lighter, easier to breathe with. The lingering numbness has gone away without a trace.
What have you done to me?
The question timed with the clanking of all your kimoyo beads in the sink outside brings my elated thoughts to a halt.
Wrapping the towel around me in haste, I step out to see you balancing yourself on the edges of the crystal bed in front of the mirror.
The water droplets run down from your dense tresses on to the clothing on your back, marking the blue with a darker hue. Your shoulders and arms are evidently red- my guess is you overworked the water temperature and never realised that- while your lips seem like they are about to burst with the blood that is overflowing through them.
I walk over to your side, not knowing what measured words to proceed with when you catch my reflection in the mirror and turn in my direction.
“Are you all right? You were in there for quite a while.”
Worry.
Pain.
Care?
That is all I can see in your tired eyes that have clearly cried under boiling water.
“I should be the one asking you that.”
Your eyes drop back as your hands go behind your neck. “Fine,” you murmur, “I’ll be fine. It’s not the first time. Definitely won’t be the last.”
Despite the weight in them, your words sound so brisk to my ears. Your colours seem so crisp and more saturated now, your breathing more perceptible. Your scent…
Your scent, magnified, swirling inside my head like a phantom dancing in the night without a care in the world. You feel so much more…defined.
How could you…
And it suddenly strikes me.
“What you did to me…” I begin, getting your attention once again, “can you do it again right now?”
Your eyes pan out to calculate my, hopefully not that obscure, demand before coming back to me. “Yeah. Sure.”
“I might be asking a lot right now,” I conclude, “but do you trust me?”
Your eyes, filled with a multitude of emotions, do not falter as you nod.
Your hands rise to meet my face and I bow my head to make the collision more comfortable. The warmth is already surging through your palms and into my temples before you even close your eyes.
Just as the familiar light starts to fill me up, I bring my hands to your face, carefully wrapping them around your temples.
The calm now flows through you, crashing and immersing all the darkness that had been broken out of its cage, filling you up to the brim with the familiar feathery peace.
When the white disappears from in front of my eyes, all I see is tears flowing out of the ones still closed, accompanied by a smile of relief.
Your eyes open and adjust your being where you now stand.
“How did you-”
“Healers often forget they have the ability to heal themselves by their very own hands. Often, it’s the pain that makes them forget the latent powers inside them.”
Your coloured oceans gaze at me in wonderment as I repeat your words back to you, smiling in their full glory. My own lips stretched without much stress, following your movement.
We both stand there, content in the moment, not realising soon enough our hands still held the other one safely.
“Loki” you gulp down my name eventually, not taking your eyes away, “you’re nearly naked.”
“Very obviously,” I mutter, wondering if it was the air or my words that made you shiver.
“You are half-dressed yourself,” I point out, watching your pupils dilate. It was like watching you open your deepest, darkest caves to let me in.
“More or less, yes,” you respond, the shiver in your muscles reverberating through your voice.
“What did you do to me?” I ask with an undone breath of sincerity escaping my lungs that my voice can gather, curious about this weightlessness I was feeling right now- something I was sure I could not have to luxury to come close to in whatever was left of my life.
“Oh,” you seem a little surprised at the question, “I…I didn’t do anything. I don’t do anything. It’s not in my hand, how this thing works. All I do is keep my intentions good…positive.”
I perk one brow at your statement trying to make sense of what you just stated.
“What?”
I try to suppress my smile. “You attacked me with a ray of positivity in the middle of a battle?”
And slowly, everything makes sense. Your shards of innocence blended with your powers, holding together layers of perpetual darkness tamed in one corner- you were more than one can see on the surface.
“Hey,” you fume lightly, “as I said, it is not in my hands and the only way I can work with it is if I do not mean any harm to any-”
Your final words crack into smithereens as I pull you closer. My bare chest grazes at your blouse while you try to steady yourself as my lips close unto yours.
Your heated flesh overpowers my senses as they take in mine, all the unresolved knots lined up since your arrival unravelling themselves to wrap my existence with yours. Our eyes are closed, drowning in the first taste of each other, trying to make it last as long as we can before our lips have to part ways for the first time.
Your eyes are still shut as your hands come down to rest on my shoulders, heating up the droplets of water left under their touch.
“Don’t get me wrong,” you breathe, not ready to open them still, “but why?”
My precious little human.
My hand goes around your back, holding you close as I shift us to a familiar- now seemingly odd- room.
“Why, you ask? Look around you.”
Your eyes open, taking their time to breathe my close presence in before turning away from me.
My room on the spaceship is more of an absurdity, to say the least. Draped in darkness, simple- with the white walls, the lone table in a corner with a lamp- and at the same time complex- with the books and sketches piling up in corners within corners of the piles, knives sitting haphazardly over maps strewn across the bed, the chair and even over the fireplace; cloaks and broken armour lying carelessly at our feet.
I watch you intently, your observant eyes taking everything in, the fire beneath the ocean beds lit up by the cosmic allure outside the glass that ran up from the floor to the middle of the ceiling, drowning half of this solitary abode in the light of the nearest star.
“This,” I state close to your ear, “is me.”
Unhinged, untethered, undone by the monsters that keep me awake at night. It has often got the point of a returning apathy. Feeling there is nothing left in this world for me. No place to return to.
I don’t have to state much as you take everything in, little by little, feeling the weight of the desolation in the air around you.
“And this,” I mention, carefully holding your arms and turning you towards a mirror hidden behind a pile of books, only visible when you stood near the wall, “is you.”
Radiant, gentle, delicate and tranquil.
I never speak the words out loud; I just taste them in your thoughts.
“I saw your dark corners. It’s only just that you see mine.”
This strange emotion of trust comes up without a bother, watching the stars light you up in my room.
“You don’t usually do…this. And I’m far away from someone to be trusted with someone’s darkness when I cannot even keep mine in check.” Your eyes glisten, the pain more relevant with the moisture around the windows to your soul.
I cannot help but step closer, forcing you to look at me. “You are not a warrior, love. You are not meant for battle.”
The slight jolt of offense in your eyes is evident at my words yet I continue.
“You are a presence that makes your surroundings soft, delicate. You are not weak as you are gentle, a welcoming site after a long unprecedented day surrounded by worldly monstrosities apart from the ones within. You are mystical in every sense, despite my forceful ignorance.”
A tear runs down your heated cheeks while a pent-up breath escapes your lungs as I wipe it away.
“I should really be the one asking ‘why’. Why me?” I hear myself saying.
Your adamant gaze strikes a vibrant note inside my core.
“Why not?”
Within one moment, at the flick of my wrist, I clear all unwanted objects from my abode while you reduce the distance between us to nothing.
Your blood-gushed lips come back, this time with more to give. Your hands wrap themselves around my neck, tangling between my hair as mine find your back, pushing you further to me. Your lips open with a sensual moan, making my abdomen ache in need of more of you, forcing my tongue to drink every corner inside your mouth as yours dances for dominance over mine- a terribly good sensual dance.
Our lips part for breaths, giving me the opportunity to tug the hem of your blouse for permission to go further. You quickly- but carelessly- pull the blue garment above your head with some assistance, revealing your exquisite form covered in a black brassiere. I can feel my heart quiver for a moment, urging my arms to pick you up and push you against the wall.
“Woah! Careful,” you call out between the lust-filled kisses, “I’m heav-ahh”
I cannot help but chuckle at the moans escaping your throat as I find the latent sensitive spots on your shoulder, tasting the much-desired skin on my tongue while leaving pecks and nibs to hear your whines of pleasure that make my member ache underneath the lone cloth that drapes me.
I take your leg by the thigh and pull it up around me, my need to feel your burning skin growing by the second. You smell like the spring in Asgard dripping of forgotten innocence that I now reminisce; you bloom everywhere, flowers and songs alike, your warmth warming up this frost giant’s existence like the middle of Asgardian summer while your wet kisses are nothing short of the green monsoon.
The heat radiating through your core is a delicious surprise, enjoyable to know that I can do this to you.
One planned graze around your folds by the hardened length under the soft yet grainy clothing makes you groan and arch towards me, bringing a few more of my strings undone. Your bend leg presses me closer, grinding more of your seeping wetness over me arousing a hidden beast as it lets out a growl, making you press yourself further over me.
The last of the chains binding it breaks and I pull you up from behind, carrying you to the edge of my bed before dropping you over. Your oceans now glow with a wildfire as they watch the cloth around me come undone and fall to the ground. Even though you’re a human, I have yet to see the sensual rave glowing inside your eyes in any other being, not that I am keen to see it in anyone else.
I stoop on my fours on top of you, taking in every colour and blemish that marks your skin through my eyes. Before I can comprehend the movement of your hands, they are grazing my length, making me twitch under your touch. Your warm fingers wrap around it delicately, giving it light gentle strokes, forcing unexpected grunts from inside my throat that make you smile.
The notion of my pleasure in between your palms causing the glitter in your pupils pulsates as a newfound desire.
The desire to watch you come undone under my touch.
I break your touch away from my length to take every inch of your warmth inside my lips, beginning from your thighs, working my way inside, while my hands part the edge of your intimate clothing from your touch starved skin. You help me, moving your hips up and sideways to allow me to pull them down, giving access to the welcoming dampness of your folds.
And as expected, your moan breaks the mundane air that was surrounding my personal space, your hips jerking at the alien touch of my tongue at your highly receptive bundle of swollen nerves. Oh, the sight of you fluttering at my languid movements burns me up with this undiscovered levity, forcing me to stop and watch what you do next.
Your head shifts up to look at me with pure fierceness in your eyes.
“Loki!” Your authoritarian voice calls out to me, driving me further into the pool of a sensual quirk.
“Yes, love,” I respond in the most innocent manner.
“I’ll rip you into pieces if you do that again.”
The growl in your voice makes my length jerk, making me tower over you to look at burning eyes being fueled by the glow coming from outside the glass just next to your head.
“What-” I line myself at your entrance, letting my pulsating member drown in your liquor- “will you-” teasing your entrance with the tip- “do?” before entering your entirety with mine.
Your lips part, eyelids screwing shut, while the sheet under you is a mess in between your hands.
I can feel your walls flutter around me, the radiating warmth setting over and inside the hardness that I own, forcing out low growls from my throat.
I rest my arms around your shoulder, bringing my face closer to your breathless state, wanting to not miss a single animation in your eyes.
I feel you have the same thought as your once sombre features smile at me through the window, latching your gaze unto mine.
Your hand leaves the sheet a mess and come to put my ravens- falling down from my head as separate threads craving your touch- back behind my ear, resting your fingers around my jaw and my neck, making me wonder if Valhalla could ever provide me such blissful peace that radiates through you right now.
“I will rip your darkness to pieces to show you how much light there is within you. Someday. But tonight, just take me.”
Without further ado, I move out of you and come back with the purpose of causal tranquil moans, grunts and heavy breaths, our locked gaze drinking in the pleasure we’re providing to each other, pressing further, synchronising better, reaching the corners lighting up our bodies, picking the pace with a hungry ache.
Your legs intertwine themselves behind me, the grip making the ache to feel you further while abruptly stopping my movements at the same time as you force your arms around me with similar strength, pushing yourself over me as I come down on my back.
I see you laugh at the shock on my face, your eyes nearly shut with the playful glee. I want to remark your moves in bed as compared to what you showed me on the battlefield today but you see it coming, moving your hips in time to melt away every bit of the thought like the snow that sees the first rays of the hot summer Sun enter spring.
Your last piece of clothing gets unclasped, thrown away in a corner as your hands take mine to let me feel the suppleness of your breasts under my touch, driving me further into this beautiful chaos which I had been sure, a few seconds ago, could not get better. And just when my mind appreciates the view above me, resurging the tides behind the dam, you stop, your hands dropping mine away from your tenderness, taking me by confused surprise. The smirk on your lips makes your intentions quite clear.
“You see, that’s what it feels like.”
I cock my brow at you, “is that how this is going to go?”
Before you can answer, I am sitting up, crashing my lips in yours while pulling your legs around me, waiting for the right moment to jerk my hips upwards into, causing you to moan inside my mouth.
Your hands go behind me, thumping into the glass to balance your upper body while I keep your hips steady. The steady movements come back, so do the heavy breaths and the throbbing ache. Not wanting to wait any further, I hold you in my arms and carefully put you back over the sheet.
No more play. I am taking you and you me.
Letting the pleasurable friction between us increase further than before, causing the tides to come up eventually, swelling behind the damn as our moans and grunts drown the silence of our room.
I can feel your walls tighten around me, the swollen torrents about to burst any moment.
Your nails dig further into my skin, the electric touch making my pacing hardness press farther inside you.
“Loki!” escapes your lips in breathlessness, your features begging for a release for your storm; my own name a new melody on a harp to my ears.
“Yes,” I affirm, my hand grazing by the hairs on your stomach to reach your swollen nerves and rub the surging tightness, making you moan and tear in the final moments of pleasure before you shudder under me as you find your release.
My movements falter while your legs still shiver in and out of the high, my member close to its own climax. My mouth finds your trembling skin again, anchoring myself to you as I finally find my own release, marking your walls with my seed while my legs shudder, nearly sending my entire weight over you.
Out of air and sweating all over, I feel your arms caress my hair and back, the warmth of your lips on my cheeks easing me back to you.
We lie there for some time more before I pull myself out of you and clean you up, replacing the sheets under us in a snap with something warmer suited for your hot blood.
“Is this why you never did fight me before?”
I see you suppress a smile, your teeth biting into your swollen lip, as I lean under the warm covers closer to you.
My thumb- with a life of its own, comes for your chin, releasing the perfectly flushed flesh from the merciless grasp of your teeth
“Oh, clearly not. I never thought you were worth the effort,” I sing the words, making you mock a gasp.
“Rude.”
“This was me softening the blow,” I say matter-of-fact-ly, pulling your chin up to take a sweet peck only to be stopped by your index on your lips.
“Are you sure you want to go with that explanation?”
Silence.
“Because,” you draw yourself closer to me, making me, the trickster, flinch as I feel your fingers run up my thigh- sending electric pulses throughout me- and land on my behind, colouring me intrigued, “you just opened the Pandora’s Box and there is so much more you have yet to discover.”
With a newfound excitement in my chest on your words breathed over my lips, I smirk at the mischief glistening in your eyes, your coloured oceans dancing with such illumination.
I confess. You really are more than I give you credit for.
Before I can embrace you to take up your notorious offer, a familiar voice makes us break out of our cosmic bubble.
“Hey, Laki!”
The click of the door makes us turn towards the sound, helping you flop down, covering our glorified naked bodies under the brown covers. I push my hair back in one swift motion as I wait for Brunnhilde to open and show herself in.
“What?” I spew the irritation at her.
“You got some spare knives on you? I broke mine and we ain’t stopping on any planet for at least the next three days. I have to train Korg as much as I can.”
Her eyes follow the empty room that just has the bed, the mirror, the burning fireplace and…oh no.
“There! Behind you,” I nearly shout as her eyes almost turn to your clothes scattered on the now spotlessly clean floor, making a few of my best dagger appear out of thin air in the far corner near the door over a desk.
She scrunches her nose at one or two before picking up the sharpest bunch with displayed satisfaction and walking out.
“Is she gone?” You whisper from underneath the cover, your face- only visible from where I half lay- glistening under the light coming from above and behind us.
“Yes,” I smile even though I know you cannot see it, a hidden joy of keeping such delicious secrets from our comrades.
You slide out a little, easing yourself close to me, a smile stuck on your face too.
“I should go before they think I’m missing,” you whisper, stealing your gaze away while planting your head on my pillow; a vision I curse myself of not having ever imagined with such allure.
The thought of you leaving but not wanting brings an unspoken ache inside me before I push it away.
This weightlessness surrounding me in this moment and the trust in your eyes is too beautiful to be ruined by the chaos of lawful judgment surrounding us.
“Who says you’re missing?”
You blinked at me in question before it dawns upon you.
“You didn’t!”
I smirk at the thought of another you singing off key back in your room, reading those novels before falling asleep half covered under a blanket and drooling all over; illusion imitating real life.
“That’s…okay, I guess,” you state with a shrug, turning towards the dark space over us, a meteor passing by, reflecting the blue haze it left behind, in your eyes while I rest by head beside you, watching you be amazed by the expanse of life beyond yours.
“This has got to be the best view in the entire universe,” your sleep-laden voice mentions, suppressing a yawn.
“It is, isn’t it?” I acknowledge, never taking my eyes off you.
Your head turns towards me, bursting into giggles that thaw me all over again, and then so does your body, matching my gaze.
“It is.”
Power.
Madness.
Chaos.
Everything still surrounds us.
Everything still crumbles.
But you have helped me take a moment out of this vicious cycle and mark it as our own.