Choices

Chapter 81
The celebration after the feast was much the same as any other party in Asgards palace. Lots more eating in-between dancing and lots and lots of drinking.
Cephera danced mostly and ate the sweets. Loki hardly left her side and he was still wearing that ridiculous helmet. She couldn't bare to tell him of her dislike for it. Clearly the item was a thing of great honor to have, but she was sure he knew how she felt over it. Either way it was only a helm.
"You are not tired yet, are you my darling wife?" Loki asked, smirking, teasing her no doubt.
"Not at all. Are you going to call me wife everyday now?" She asked. That's all he'd called her since the ceremony.
"It has a nice ring to it." He licked his lips.
"If you insist, husband." She couldn't help but giggle. They'd waited so long. It held such a deeper meaning than to just be united in the eyes of the poeple, but in her heart she felt like they were spiritual joined. Like even her old gods, the new gods and every other spiritual being approved of their union.
"Not tired then?" He tilted his head to look at her.
"You are far to eager for something you get almost every night anyhow." She shook her head. Baffled how he could be so impatient, even knowing what he was getting in to.
"I cannot help it. Aren't you excited?" He asked.
She blushed. He knew the answer. Of course she was excited, she could swear her underwear were wet just from his soft caresses and whispers of naughty things to her during their dancing. He had this way of pushing her buttons and she was unable to deny him, or herself for that matter.
"Thor has behaved," she said, trying to make her mind off of the places Loki's mouth and tongue would be later to focus on what was currently happening.
"He has." Loki rolled his eyes. He knew she was deflecting on purpose. His fingers caressed her reddened cheeks. "I'll never tire of this." He spoke of her blush. Even now there were times she couldn't help it.
"You never tire of anything." She pointed out and he laughed and nodded in agreement.
"I'm going to get more wine." Loki announced letting her go, kissing the back of her hand and wandering off. Cephera took a breather, and removed herself from the dance floor.
She'd been dreading her conversation with Thor. She didn't know how to talk to him anymore. Didn't know how to fix their damaged friendship.
She could see him across the room, and then he looked over at her. She sighed, he was heading toward her. It was now or never to make amends on this night.
"Finally a wife," Thor said, his breath stinking of mead as he reached her. Why was he always so drunk? Cephera could never understand how Thor could stand the morning after.
"Yes," Cephera replied. She had a hoped deep down that Thor might have something nice to say. That maybe they could put aside their differences. Loki had told her of their jesting before the ceremony and she wished she could see that Thor again.
"Loki's wife," he said the words as if he were testing it. "I suppose it would only be fair." Thor sniffed and rubbed his nose before turning to face her completely. "Give us a kiss then." Thor declared, a brilliant smile on his face.
Confused, Cephera supposed this must be his way of saying he was sorry. She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek and narrowly escaped his sudden attempt to claim her lips instead. "What are you doing?" She asked, surprised and annoyed.
"Getting a kiss." Thor caught her wrist and pulled her forward, but Cephera used her palm to push Thor's chin up and away. She was careful to not use her strength, she didn't intend to start a fight.
"You can have a kiss on your cheek, but not my lips." She declared. She immediately decided she disliked drunks like Thor.
"Loki kissed my wife, I am but returning the favor." He tried again and this time Cephera shoved him hard enough he fell to his ass. She'd have no more of that line of thinking.
"What do you think you're doing?" Loki growled, most likely noticing them from across the room and hurrying over.
"I am evening things out. You kissed my wife, I am doing the same." Thor growled picking himself up off the floor.
"Loki didn't kiss me, I kissed him." Sif warned, joining them and putting herself between Thor and Loki.
"This should have been for me." Thor waved his arms around, gesturing to the entire room. "When I wanted to marry, I was denied." Thor yelled, gaining the attention of the rest of the room.
"And look where we are now?" Sif lowered her voice and there was silence. Thor looked half confused if anything. The liquor was a large part of his outburst. Possibly bringing up insecurities he felt that he hadn't the nerve to say sober.
"I've decided that Thor is an emotional drunk and needs to end his drinking." Seraphina declared breaking the silence. Cephera tried not to nodd agreement, though at this point she was inclined to agree with her sister. "Take him to bed, and give him something else to think about." She nudged Sif.
"What?" Sif looked surprised. "No way, you do it." She offered back.
"I can't, I have a baby and a promise, besides I don't do married men." Seraphina replied. Cephera rubbed her forehead, it was hard to believe conversations like this were normal.
"Thor look, I know things didn't work out for you, but this is not the way to fix it." Cephera tried to talk sense to him. To show him she didn't hold any hard feelings for his previous actions, but instead of listening he pushed her back from him.
"You'll ruin us all." He stalked off without another word.
"How am I getting blamed for his ruined life?" Cephera asked them all, flabbergasted.
"Emotional drunks don't talk sense." Seraphina replied.
"Are you hurt?" Loki asked Cephera, touching her face.
"No, I'm more worried for Thor right now." Cephera sighed and leaned against her husband.
"He needs to stop drinking and get over his issues, then he can drunk again." Seraphina shook her head. "Seriously, he has issues. Personally, I don't think he's not used to Loki getting attention, or getting things Thor didn't. Like this marriage, condoned and hosted by your father when his was not even wanted."
"Thor has never been jealous of me, to think it, is a foolish thought."
"Envy is a pretty mean little feeling too you know." Seraphina reminded Loki.
"Perhaps I'll speak with him tomorrow, when the liquor has worn off." Loki offered.
"Until then I better make sure he doesn't break anything." Sif hurried off in the direction Thor had gone.
"Who wants to make a bet on her ending up in Thor's bed tonight." Seraphina started.
"I bet she doesn't, she's too proud for that." Fandral replied, taking Seraphina on.
As the others of the group chimed in, Cephera once again rubbed her forehead at the group. What an odd variety of misfits they all were.
"Quick, Jör is ready!" Fenrir announced racing toward them and then skidding to turn around and lead the way. They followed as did the guests.
They walked all the way down to the open waters where Jör was waiting. "Congratulation mother, father," he said his long regal snout pressing the words, his voice deep and soothing.
"Thank you, Jör." He'd become so big and long that he hung over them and was able to bend his neck down so that Cephera could stroke his face affectionately.
There were murmurs behind them. Some in awe, some in concern, but no one dared to speak up. "I have a surprise for you." He told them.
"Show us," Loki smiled and they waited. Jör disappeared under the water and when he resurface he did so with a shower of water. His tail heaved something large and colorful into the sky and when it reached its highest, Jör shot a beam straight from his mouth to the object.
Screams echoed around them, people became frightened, but soon that died when the object burst into a thousand shimmering crystals of color. The object had been a crystallized rock. One after the other Jör did it again and again, until the sky was raining colors.
Children where running along the beach trying to catch it, but it was soot by the time it hit the ground, colored soot. Cephera leaned against her husband and smiled at the spectacle. It was the first time Jör had allowed himself to be seen be the people, and it went over so well her worry for him vanished.
"Thank you," she said quietly, tears of happiness filling her eyes. She couldn't have asked for a better life than the one she had.
***
It didn't surprise her when Loki had her in his arms the instant they got back to their officially shared chambers. She didn't complain, in fact, her hands had already begun unbuckling his armor. A feat she fumbled with, but with his help it was discarded to the floor, as was his coat, and tunic.
"You are not leaving that on." She told him pointing to his helmet. Loki chuckled.
"Why not?" He asked pinning her to the dresser.
"Don't you think you're horny enough?" It was a horrible joke, but it made him laugh. He didn't reply to her, instead he hosted up her skirts and his hand found its way down the front of her panties.
His fingers stroked her clit and between her labia, gathering up the sweet arousal already there. "I'll have you in that dress." Loki murmured against her neck, biting her. She moaned forgetting the silly helm.
Still against the dresser, Loki fell to his knees in front of her, ducking his head down as he kept her skirts out of his way. The edge of one of the horns poked her breast, breaking her from her pleasure. "Ow!" She growled.
Loki looked up, confused. "It poked me." She rubbed her breast and frowned down at him. Sighing, and clearly trying to surpress a laugh, he removed the helmet.
"Better?" He asked her.
"Much better." She responded, sliding her hands into his hair and grabbing a handful. She knew he liked that, she couldn't do it with the helmet in the way.
He grinned mischievously, and went back to his previous movement. His fingers dragging her underwear down off her hips and along her legs. She stepped from them and he tossed them aside.
He really meant to have her in the dress. She knew because it took a lot of effort to hold that blasted skirt up, but he did. He do so all the while his tongue finding her sweet spot and hungrily toying with it.
She moaned and withered against the dresser, using her hands to support her as her legs trembled. She'd never get sick of his tongue, he always knew what to do, well now that he'd done it hundreds of times. It was the same for her, she knew how to manipulate his cock in the ways he enjoyed most. It came with time, and they had lots of that and lots to come.
"Loki," she whimpered his name, her orgasm on edge and ready to explode. She clenched her muscles tight, eagerly pressing her womanhood further against his face. She growled and cried out her body rocking with pleasure.
Her hands clutched harder at the dresser, her legs threatening to give out under the shivers of her orgasm. She blinked her eyes open, loki had remove his pants while he waited for her to ride out her pleasure.
"Turn around." He told her, his lips grazing against hers sensually, before kissing them. She did as she was told, turning and bending, once again using the dresser to place her palms for support.
She felt the tip of his cock slide along her soaked nether lips, parting them toward her entrance and then sheathing in with ease.
He moaned, she moaned and then he began. Tonight he wasn't gentle, he'd must have been too riled up during the party. He pounded against her, skin slapping skin making her cry out with each impact as she bent to the angle where his cock would graze her g-spot.
Over and over his hips made that fast rhythm. His hands gripping her hips and pulling her back to meet his thrust. He'd cum quick, that was certain, but how many times he planned to have her was uncertain, and she didn't care. He could have her all night long if he wished and she would not complain.
She squeezed her inner muscles making him groan in uncontrolled pleasure. His head falling back, his breath quickening. His thrusts came in short bursts of speed before he slammed against her and stopped moving. She felt his body twitch, heard her name uttered between his lips as he came.
When he finally pulled free he bent over and kissed her shoulder. "How about we get you out of that dress now." He suggested already untying the laces in the back.
"And then we sleep." She teased knowing full well that wasn't happening.
"Tonight, there is no such word." He replied biting her and making her flinch, but she enjoyed it all the same. A shiver of arousal running through her with each touch he made.
Her dress discarded, picked her up in his arms, and brought her to the bed.

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