Chapter 17
Loki spent the next five months teaching me how to defend myself, how to fight. I had trouble at first and I was extremely sore, but Loki wouldn't let me give up, I wouldn't let me give up and I got through the hard parts. I couldn't subdue Loki, but I was pretty confident I could take care of myself now if I had too. He also showed me how to use a dagger, and was currently teaching me how to use throwing knives.
It was a lot harder than it looked.
It took me two weeks before I even hit the target and another week before I was even remotely decent. Loki was flawless with them, of course. I hadn't expected any less. The way he moved, was almost as if he were dancing, spinning and twirling, jumping and never missing what he was aiming for. I'd forgotten just how deadly Loki really was, or could be, forgetting a lot of the time he possessed more than just strength and magic. Loki was as deadly in hand to hand combat as he was anything else. He didn't have to have a real target for me to see that. I could tell by the way he attacked; swiftly and stealthily.
"Can I ask you something without you taking it the wrong way?" I ask carefully. Loki and I were laying in bed together, naked from previous activities.
"What troubles you, love?"
"Why haven't I got pregnant yet?" I bit my lip.
"Don't think I want to get pregnant or anything, because I don't, at least not right now with all the running and crap." I pause for a moment. "It's just I'm not on birth control and I was just mostly wondering if there was something wrong with me because I haven't gotten pregnant."
"I do a spell for that darling, it isn't you." Loki frowned. "I thought it best if we didn't have more to worry about."
"Oh, good." I sigh, relieved. "That's fine, really, I was just worried." I wonder....
"Do you want kids at all?"
"I have...never considered it." Loki shrugged. "Perhaps, one day. I'm not so sure I'd be the best father with my track record. I'm also unstable, as are you."
"Am not." I retort, offended.
Loki glared at me, narrowing his eyes. "I killed a man and your first reaction was to kiss me and then fuck me senseless. That isn't stable behavior darling, I hate to tell you."
I pout. "Well...dammit." He was right. "Okay, point taken. No kids...at least until we know we aren't going to fuck them up."
"I think that would be best, yes." Loki chuckled. "I don't want my child to turn out like me. If Odin would have just been honest with me..." he muttered to himself. "Perhaps I wouldn't be where I am now...with my mental state of being."
"Do you miss Frigga?" I ask suddenly. Loki seemed taken aback by my question, but he answered it anyway.
"Very much." He spoke sadly, dropping his eyes. "She may not be my real mother, but I loved, love her. I know I will never see her again." Loki tried to smile, but it was sad. My heart broke. I hadn't meant to make him feel bad or hurt him. As he studied me, I guess my face was giving off how I was feeling. "Darling, it isn't your fault. I shouldn't hold it in, only makes matters worse; I realize."
"But I made you sad."
"No, you didn't, I was already sad love. You make me happy. You help me more than you could possibly know." Loki kissed me, rolling us over so that he was once again between my legs. "You make me feel things I didn't know I could feel. Things I thought were long lost inside me." He pushed into me, causing me to moan and tighten my thighs against him. "Because of you I know how to love, and what it feels like to be loved in return."
Loki kissed me deeply, thrusting in and out of me so fast and hard I came in a matter of minutes, each orgasm spilling over into the next. I was sobbing and crying his name by the time he was finished with me. I had never loved someone so much, or with such intensity in my life. I never wanted this to end.
Unfortunately, good things always seem to come at an end. You can't run forever.
We were currently in South Carolina, in a park sight seeing, when Thor came out of nowhere. The Bitfrost was activated and Thor had his grip around Loki before either one of us had a chance to react. I stood at a distance since I had been picking flowers, wide eyed and terrified.
NO.
"Loki, finally I've caught you." Thor snarled, holding Loki tightly against him despite his efforts to get free.
"Thor." Loki laughed. "Took you long enough. Though, I do wonder, how did you find me?"
"Locator spell. I had forgotten up until today I could use magic, didn't take me but a moment to find you." he said proudly.
"Really?" Loki stated dryly. "I'm one of the most powerful sorcerers in all of the nine realms, and you are just now thinking of using a spell?" he laughed. "You truly are daft, brother."
"Shut up, Loki." Thor spat, then looked at me. "No need to be afraid, I'm here to rescue you."
Rescue! Really?
"I don't need rescuing you idiot!" I barked. "Let Loki go!"
Thor looked dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Let. Him. GO!" I shout, shaking with rage. "I wasn't kidnapped you oaf. I left because I wanted to be with him. Now fuck off and leave us alone!"
"You know I cannot do that." Thor looked and sounded almost sincere as he spoke. "I am required to take you back to New York, and Loki to Asgard."
"Over my dead body!" I shout. "I won't let you."
"You don't have a choice, girl!"
Loki chuckled, clearly amused. "She's a firecracker, isn't she? My Queen." He smirked at Thor, then snapped his head in my direction. His face dropped, looking at me with a such a serious, grave expression, it sent chills up and down my spine. "Run my love." he pleaded.
"RUN!"
Loki and I had an agreement. If anything ever happened, such as this scenario exactly, I was to do everything Loki asked.
No questions, no arguing.
As much as I hated to leave him I did what he told me to do.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could.
As I was running I could hear Thor and Loki fighting, knowing it was to allow me more distance. My brain was searching for a way to save Loki, how to get him away from Thor. I knew he would take him straight back to New York before he took him to Asgard. His main concern was to find me. At least-that's what I was hoping. I had a plan. Thor would let Loki go.
He'd have to.
I was going straight for the center of his heart; just as he'd done mine.