The Deepest Longing

Loki shifts uncomfortably in his chair as he pretends to read his book… again. The last nine days have been excruciating for him. They haven’t received any visitors or any word on when they would receive any visitors. It has just been him and Lilly and the three staring stooges. Loki has been trying to play the silent game with Lilly, ignoring her presence and speaking to her as little as possible. Lilly has not tried to engage him in conversation either, but damn it if she hasn’t been making the most suggestive dance moves with her body. She’s teasing him on purpose. She has to be.
The woman is insufferable really. It’s bad enough that she makes him lust for her, but then after she is done dancing she is thoroughly exhausted and in need of one of his kisses. Pretending to be indifferent is unbearable when he has a hardened cock throbbing between his legs. Moreover, he is bored out of his skull. He is tired of reading and needs something else to do, anything else. He is loathed to admit that he is also lonely and desperate for connection with another person. Loki is used to being alone and without friends. Thor’s friends never really liked him and only tolerated his presence, but at least they engaged him every once in a while, if only to exchange insults. Not having anyone to talk to at all is taking a toll. Loki passively wonders if he would be able to handle being in this cell alone without Lilly. An eternity in this cell with no one else. Solitary confinement would break him.
Lilly has spent the last nine days busying herself with dancing and drawing. She’s drawn pictures of darn near everything in the cell and has moved on to more fanciful subject matter. She finishes up her dance set, one filled with hip gyrations, leg splits, and slow seductive moves. She completely ignores Loki, dancing as if she is alone and not being ogled by the three inmates across the way that haven’t been with a woman in God knows how long.
“Whew! I’m tired! I’m going to hop into the shower. After I’m done, do you want to talk some more? Do a little more quid pro quo over dinner? Our tray should be arriving soon.” Lilly says to Loki in a mixture of accomplishment and energy. Her sudden outburst is so loud after days of silence it takes Loki a moment to compute what was said to him.
“Yes, I would like that.” Loki says plainly.
The moment Lilly pops into the little bathroom to shower, Loki jumps up from his chairs and zips straight over to Lilly’s sketch book. She’s been drawing in it for days now and he hasn’t had a chance to look at any of her work. With as much as she stares at him from time to time, he knows she been drawing him. He is curious to see how she views him, and if she has any actual talent. She does. Her lines are clean, simple, and elegant. The first several drawings are all of objects and are quite precise, though devoid of life.
Then Loki finds the sketches of himself. The first several are all of him sitting and reading in the chair. Each has a slightly different tone or emotion to it. Then he finds more. This last one stuns him. Lilly has drawn a picture of them together sitting on the bed. She is round with child and lounging between his legs. Her back is against his chest, leaning against him for support and comfort with his head resting on one of her shoulders, smelling her hair. Their hands and fingers are interlaced around her belly and they are smiling at each other. And they are both blue with red eyes. Lilly has depicted herself as a Jotunn, and she has made her and Loki both look beautiful. It flies in the face of every taunt and insult she as hurled at him in recent days. She has called him a monster multiple times, specifically calling him a blue skinned demon from hell with devil eyes. Loki was convinced that she would never find that part of him attractive, ever.
Loki hears the water in the shower turn off and steps away.
Right on cue the dinner tray arrives and Lilly steps out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready for good hot meal. Lilly immediately downs a cup of the purple tea. It is just the thing she needs after her long workout. She has managed to actually get in better shape physically despite the confined space. Loki on the other hand, has been sitting on his butt letting his muscles go unused. Lilly loves to dance, but after almost two weeks in this cell she is running out of dance moves to do by herself. She wonders if Loki would be up for dancing with her. Like Loki, she has grown tired of her routine and wants something else to do.
“Those books you have been reading, some of them are written in a language I’ve never seen before. What are they?” Lilly asks to start a conversation.
“Some of them are spell books; others are books of poetry or bards tales. I could read one of them to you some time if you like.” Loki says gently. He suppresses his first instinct to whip out an insult. He is tired of the tension in the air. He’s tired of being angry, and he’s tired of being lonely. Being mean to the only other person in the room would serve him ill. Plus, loathed as he is to admit it, her drawing of them together touched a place deep inside him. In this moment, he just doesn’t want to be mean to her.
“I would like that.” Lilly ponders Loki for a moment. “Tell more about yourself. I would talk about me but my life’s story is rather short compared to yours.”
Loki nods and proceeds to fill her in on more of the details of his life. Their last session had been a wealth of factual knowledge with time lines, dates, names, places that Loki has been and things he has done, but very little of it was personal. This time, however, Loki gives Lilly more of his own personal thoughts on the events of his life. He talks about the time when he was a child and ruined Sif’s hair. She used to be a blonde. He was new to sorcery and had meant for it to only be an illusion. Sif has never forgiven him for taking away her most beautiful attribute.
Loki talks about his magic and some of the amazing things he can do. He then talks about Thor. The jealousy pouring out of him is intense as well as the low self-esteem. He talks about how everyone in Asgard thinks so little of him because he has mastered women’s magic and is a skinny runt that throws dangers instead of wielding a sword like all the other great warriors of the realm. He can wield a sword; he’s just not very good at it.
Loki is secretly horrified with himself. He can’t stop himself from spewing forth every vulnerability he has ever kept hidden. This diarrhea of the mouth won’t stop. He is confessing thoughts to Lilly he has never shared with anyone and he hates her and loves her for listening to him. No one has ever listened to him before without interjecting some sort of insult or comment about his short comings. Lilly smiles as him, silently encouraging him to continue.
Lilly is shocked and appalled by some of the things Loki tells her. She is starting to understand how and why the man before her became hell bent on conquering Earth. He didn’t want to rule Earth; he just wanted his friends and family to consider him worthy. Damn. The great God of Chaos had thrown a god sized temper tantrum and killed thousands of people and destroyed many homes and buildings because he felt unworthy. Loki reminds Lilly of one of those kids that takes a gun to school and shoots their classmates dead after years of bullying and cruelty. It’s tragic really. Worse still, when Loki found out he came from a race of people that the Asgardians fear and despise, he was unequipped emotionally to handle the news. The God of Lies had been lied to his entire life, and he lost his shit over it. Loki is like an escaped beaten feral cat. Skittish and untrusting of another’s affections. Listening to his story Lilly comes to understand how evil is born into the hearts of men like Loki. She wonders if undoing that evil in his heart is possible. Can Loki be saved? Is she even up for the task? And in the end would it even matter or make a difference in their lives? Loki could very well be stuck in this cell for the rest of his life, whether he repents or not.
Loki finishes his diatribe about Thor and his lack of fitness to rule. He looks at Lilly again and notices that she has reached her hand across the table and placed it atop his own. The touch sends a jolt of electricity up his arm and his breath hitches in his lungs.
“I would very much like to kiss you.” Loki stares at Lilly intensely expecting her to refuse.
Lilly moves to stand and so Loki does too. They both lean over the table and touch lips. Loki traces one of his hands under her jaw holding her head in place as his tongue begs entrance into her mouth. He is gentle but persistent and Lilly acquiesces. The kiss is slow, almost timid and sweet. When they pull away the stillness between them is acute and needy. They gaze intensely into one another’s eyes.
“I would very much like to make love to you now.” Loki says feeling exposed. What if she denies him again?
Lilly says nothing but moves round the table to Loki and stands on her tippy toes to give him another kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and Loki has her answer. He picks her up and carries her to the bed. They hear cheering from the three stooges across the way and are once again reminded that they have no privacy. Loki stops to ponder what to do about the situation. The last time he threw up an illusion of curtains around the inside of the entire cell the guards almost stormed in. Perhaps if he just put up the illusion just around the bed, they would take the hint and leave them be. Hopefully. Being interrupted mid-coitus is more than just inconvenient. Loki decides this is what he will do. He casts the spells for the illusion and for sound-proofing.
He turns his attention back to his wife and thinks about the drawing she made of them. Loki decides to try something. He shifts to his blue form and kisses her again. She doesn’t recoil or frown or show any indication one way or the other that this bothers her. She seems to simply take him as he is, returning his kiss as her hands move up and down his back. He wants her. More than ever he wants her like this, accepting him as he is. They both sit up briefly to remove their clothes and toss them off the bed past the curtains.
Lilly traces one of the raised lines on Loki’s chest. His tribal markings are extra sensitive and the touch makes Loki shudder. Loki pounces on Lilly, pushing her back against the mattress. He devours her mouth with his as his hands rake her body. Loki then places a trail of urgent kisses quickly down her body and then parts her legs. Lilly is trembling when Loki parts her delicate folds with his fingers and touches his tongue to her center. Lilly lets out a gasp. Her arousal is sweet and intoxicating. Loki is overwhelmed with the desire to taste her release and sets about a frantic set of movements with his tongue and fingers as he works her to orgasm.
Whatever initial embarrassment Lilly felt at this most intimate of gestures is quickly dissolved by the intense pleasure racking her body. She pants heavily and moans when Loki’s fingers penetrate her, first two and then three. Being new to sex, Lilly doesn’t last long. Her womb convulses violently when her pleasure peaks, splashing Loki’s face with her come. Loki licks her clean and then climbs up her body, positioning his cock at her entrance. He enters her slowly. He has too. His large size makes thrusting into her not an option.
Lilly clings to Loki tightly as he takes her. Moaning with the pleasure/pain of the sensation, Lilly feels filled beyond capacity. Loki growls at her tightness. He looks down at Lilly with his ruby red eyes and sees her looking back at his blue form with nothing but desire. Loki comes instantly without even making a single stroke. A tear falls from his eyes involuntarily and cries out Lilly’s name.
“Shhhh. Shhhh. I know. It’s okay.” Lilly whispers to Loki cupping his face. “I know. Kiss me.” They kiss passionately for several minutes, as Loki’s cock re-hardens inside of Lilly’s body. Loki begins to move within Lilly, slowly and gently at first. But the longing inside his heart explodes inside his chest and he can hold back no longer. He begins pounding into her earnestly. The bed creaks and squeaks in protest. Lilly screaming Loki’s name.
“AH! AH God! Oh Loki! Loki!” Over and over again she cries.
“ARGH! COME FOR ME DARLING! LILLY! COME FOR ME!” Loki growls passionately. Lilly screams as her walls clamp down on Loki’s erection, squeezing him for all he is worth. Loki pumps his hot seed into her, his balls thoroughly milked by his lover’s thirsty body. They collapse into each other’s arms, a bundle of sweat and breathless huffing.
The last guard patrol of the evening is standing outside Loki and Lilly’s cell, debating what to do. The two men both know what the prisoners are up to, but since they can’t see their prisoners, technically they are supposed to enter the cell and make Loki remove the curtains. But they also know the likelihood of them leaving Loki’s cell alive if they do is slim.
“What do you think we should do?” says the first guard.
“I don’t know, we could tell the Captain, but he’ll make us go in there. I really don’t want to know what Prince Loki looks like when having sex, and I really don’t want him to kill me for interrupting him either.”
As if on cue, an astral projection of Queen Frigga appears in front of the guards. “Gentleman, my son and his wife are fine. You do not need to enter the cell. If your commander has any issue with this he can take it up with me.”
“Thank you my Queen.”

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