Unadulterated Smut with Uncle Loki

“Unadulterated Smut” Uncle Loki x Niece OC ~ Chapter 1

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Grace didn’t know why, but of late her mind continually returned to the uncle she had never met. Just after she was born he was sentenced to twenty years in the dungeon for - - something... and at the request of her father, her grandfather, Odin, ordered the reason to be kept from her. When she was younger it didn’t bother her as much, but now she was grown – now that she was nearly a full grown woman – she was unable to quell her curiosity about this ‘uncle’.

She used the term ‘uncle’ lightly. She may not have known a great deal about him, such as what he actually looked like, but after a night of sneaking into her grandmother’s private study, and reading one of the many thousand journals she kept, Grace had learnt that he wasn’t her uncle by blood, and that he had once tried to take over New York. The teenage girl was forced to supress a sigh. It had been nearly five years since she was on Midga – Earth. Damn it. She really hoped she wouldn’t pick up on Asgardian jargon, but she had apparently failed... She took another deep breath and calmed her mind. There were times her heart would ache for her homeland. The people, her friends, the technology... The Asgardian’s were an advanced race, but she missed television, music and, more importantly, the internet.

Slowly Grace made her way up the lavish staircase, the heels her mother had forced on her clicking against the marble top with every step. She knew she was late. Her Grandfather had requested her presence almost thirty minutes ago; but she thought it would be better in the long run to turn up late and presentable than it would be to turn up on time, dressed in ‘commoner’ clothing and covered in mud. So there she was, trotting awkwardly up to the entrance way to the throne room in a deep blue and gold dress that was slightly too long for her legs, but too tight for her waist. She would make sure to retrieve all of her shoes from her parent’s room later that night. Heels were too fiddly, and came with the added bonus of tripping over every other second.

Her breathing had become uneven as her pace quickened, but she was nearly there... Just one more step - - Finally! She had made it to the top of the stairs, now all she had to do was – Her mind trailed off at the sight of a raven haired man, adorned in green, gold and black armour. Grace brushed her golden brown hair behind her ear as her bright blue eyes lingered on the unknown stranger. That was when she noticed the guards standing, not to close but not too far away, from him, and the gleaming handcuffs secured tightly around his wrists. The brunette girl stepped closer to the criminal,
“What did you do...?” Grace asked with a smirk. The man’s stunningly green eyes locked onto her and trailed over her shapely form. She was dressed too nicely to be a maid; and yet her attitude and bad demeanour would allude to a lower social ranking than him.
“Be gone child. I have no interest in wasting my patience on you.” Grace crossed her arms and shifted all of her weight onto one leg, making her hips more pronounced.
“Who do you intent to waste your patience on then?” she asked with a unique cross between a scowl and pout. The longer Loki looked on the teenage girl, the more he wanted to force those perfectly plump lips around his manhood. Girls such as this were difficult all through their teenage lives and, would more than often than not, end up on their knees anyway. He immediately scolded himself. If her words and tone weren’t enough to clue him onto her age, her not quite full curves did. She was a child, and, even though not everyone would believe him, Loki had morals.
“My father,” the raven haired man growled bitterly.
“What?” she laughed, “Get you hand caught in the cookie jar too many times?” Grace said with a superior smirk. Loki tilted his head to one side and returned the smirk. She was interesting... She didn’t fear him; or even seem to know who he was!
“Something like that...” he replied with a laugh, “Now little girl,” Her pouted scowl deepened and a faint red coloured her smooth cheeks, “why don’t you run along and let the adults - -,”
“Grace!” Jane called. Grace’s head quickly snapped to her mother, who was sticking her head out of the expertly sculpted door. “Odin sent for you ages ago; you’ve kept everyone waiting.” Jane’s deep blue eyes found Loki who had moved to lazily lean against a pillar near the grand entrance, “I’m guessing this was partially your fault,” she spat viciously, wrapping an arm around her daughter. Loki raised his hands defensively.
“My dear sister-in-law,” Loki growled back, “I’ve been waiting just as long as everyone else. This would be all her fault, not mine.” He said eyeing his intriguing ‘niece’.

Grace couldn’t believe it... This was the elusive and unknown uncle everyone was afraid to tell her about! The brunette girl opened her mouth to question him further, but before she had the chance Jane stepped pulled her inside. Loki turned to follow, but the door was abruptly slammed in his face.
“Grace, where have you been?” Thor asked as he trotted down a few steps from his place on the left of Odin’s throne,
“- meeting her uncle.” Jane said before Grace had a chance to speak. Thor, Odin and Frigga were stunned into a momentary silence, giving the two mortal women in the room enough time to take their places on stairs to the left of Odin. Jane was halfway down the regal staircase and next to Thor; Grace was at the end nearer the bottom of the stairs.
“You saw Loki?” Thor asked, being the first to regain his ability to speak,
“Well... yes, but I didn’t know who he was, and to be fair, he was waiting at the door. I literally couldn’t walk passed without noticing him...” Grace tried to lessen her parents and grandparents worry and growing irritation, but all she had done was made it worse,
“If you were on time, then you wouldn’t have seen him until we were finished discussing what I called you here for.” Odin cut in. Grace chuckled nervously,
“Ah, yes... Well, I was in the field, and-,” Grace glanced to her grandfather and slowly trailed off. “I’m sorry I was late...” Odin sighed,
“Bring him in.” he told the guards near the door. “There’s no use trying to explain the situation to her...” mumbled under his breath just enough for Frigga, Thor and Jane to hear who looked away from the Asgardian ruler.

***

“Have you learnt your lesson?” Odin asked Loki, his voice echoing in the nearly empty hall. “It has been little over fifteen years since you were sent to prison. Has your time in the dungeon changed your character at all?”
“Of course it has,” The raven haired man replied. A scowl pulled at the king’s lips, “would I lie?” Loki asked innocently.
“Yes.” Thor, Jane and Odin said in unison. Grace couldn’t stop the small giggle that had built in her throat. Quickly she covered her mouth, but the damage was done. Thor and Jane turned to her and glared a ‘we’re going to talk about this later on’ look into her skull; luckily for Grace, Odin had chosen to ignore his granddaughter and continued with his ranting at Loki.

Grace often felt like the only person in the whole of Asgard who was ever on her side was her grandmother; and right now was the perfect time to prove her point; Frigga was offering her a sympathetic look and a small smile from the other side of the large staircase. Frigga was always calm and understanding... She often wondered why. Grace’s bright blue eyes moved to Loki. He was bowing with his head down, but she could have sworn she saw the glint of his emerald green eyes lingering on her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, and caused warmth to spread through her body. She wrapped her arms around her mid-section and tried to focus on something, anything else... The patterns in the ceiling would do just fine...

Unlike Grace, Loki wasn’t able to completely distract his mind... Why couldn’t Loki remove his gaze from her? She was his niece, she was a child; he had to stop imagining that he was throwing her over a table and taking her from behind. He felt his length twitch within its tight confines. Nearly fifteen years without a decent fuck. He knew the first place he would be going once he was free.
“Do you understand?” Odin asked. Shit. What had the old man said now? Probably something about behaving... Loki supressed a sigh and made a mental note to ask his mother what the terms of his release were,
“Yes.” He answered quickly.
“If you break any of the rules, you will be sent back to your cell immediately.” Odin announced before dismissing them all.

Frigga moved forward quickly and wrapped her arms around her youngest son. Thor also moved forward to greet his sibling, but Grace was pulled aside by her mother and taken from the room before she had a chance to approach her uncle again. She cautioned a glance backwards just before they exited the room. There was something about that man... something that set her stomach on fire and made her untouched womanhood come to life. She had seldom felt such a thing for a man she barely knew, but after their few hidden glances at each other, although they could be classed as ‘wrong’, Grace knew that it not have been more right...

***

Loki walked with his mother for a little while, catching up on everything he had missed in the past fifteen years. It was only when he was sure both Odin and Thor were out of earshot that he asked his mother about the terms of his release. Frigga sighed softly and scolded him for not paying attention, but told him the terms nevertheless. It was nothing less than Loki had expected. For the next few years he would be monitored closely. No pranks, tricks or unwanted magic. Heimdall was to ensure he didn’t cause any trouble, and would report directly to Odin if anything should concern him. Loki was also expected to be back in the palace by midnight every night. Of course there were also the basic laws of Asgard that Loki knew but seldom followed... Easy... Just stay out of trouble...
“You must watch yourself Loki...” Frigga warned her son, snapping him out of his daze.
“I’m sorry...?” he asked, confused at his mother’s words.
“It won’t be Thor or Odin you will have to worry yourself with, it will be Jane.” Loki stopped walking. Wait... what had she just said? Frigga looked over to her youngest son.
“You can hide many things from many people, but that my darling son is something you cannot hide from a mother.” She caressed his cheek before returning to her chambers.

It took Loki another moment to regain his thoughts. Was... was she suggesting he wanted his kid niece? Well, yes he did, but did she think he would actually give in to his appetite? The raven haired prince shook his head and put it to the back of his mind. It was utter nonsense... From the first moment he saw her, he made sure to push the impure thoughts out of his mind. He was not a child molester. She was fifteen, though she was very close to being sixteen; but that didn’t matter. If anything was to happen between the, he would be sure to wait until she was a full-fledged woman, not a child. Honestly, did these people have no faith in him whatsoever? He did have some self-control. Mentally cursing his family for not trusting him, he made his way to one of the brothels in the town to relieve his stress for the first time in years.

***

Jane led Grace to the young girl’s chambers. Though Grace was often a chaotic ball of uncontrollable energy, she kept her room meticulously neat. A habit she fell into after spending a week in with Tony stark and his dishevelled penthouse suit. It was really the only thing Jane admired about her daughter at the current time, though Grace didn’t she was regarded that highly by her mother.

Jane had begun to feel this way when Grace turned ten and began asking questions about the different aspects of her Asgardian heritage, including the possibility of learning magic. Ever since then Jane had lost her ability to control or deal with her daughter. Grace had become more and more mischievous and had begun to keep things from her parents, when Thor finally managed to convince Jane to move to Asgard, the entire situation only worsened. Grace saw what her potential could be with magic and badgered her mother to let her learn it. And it was a mixture of the continuous refusals and judgmental stares that came from most of the Asgardian’s that sent Grace over the edge. By eleven Grace had started her spiral downwards, acting out to quell her boredom and express her anger and irritation. She would spend hours in the town and fields with her ‘commoner’ friends, most of the time they were either training or sneaking ale when the barmaids weren’t watching; though, it was mostly the latter... And more often than not Grace would end up somehow shaming her royal blood; which would cause Jane to lecture and rant, which would make Grace only want to do it more, which would end up with more yelling, which would - - You get the picture... It was a vicious circle that Grace, Jane and Thor had been playing with for the better part of five years; and now that she was getting closer to adulthood, her rebellious nature was only getting bolder.
Jane and grace turned towards the door when they heard the handle click.
“Thor-,”
“Father-,” Both women stated as Thor entered the room; there was a moment of calm before the two started off on their own separate rambling tangents, pleading their case to The God of Thunder. Thor was too overwhelmed by both of them to focus. He allowed them to continue their rants for a little while longer, hoping they would slow down... But they didn’t... Finally there was a moment, when they both took a moment to breathe, that Thor was able to cut in,
“Okay, okay, enough!” he held his hands up to try to calm the two. He gave his wife a reassuring look before turning to his daughter. “Grace, your mother and I are at our wits end with you. This was a simple request. Turn up on time. That was all Odin asked of you-,”
“I didn’t do it intentionally!” she teenager interrupted desperately. “I was dirty, and thought it would be better to turn up clean-,”
“You were in the field, after being confined to your room-,” Jane tried to continue to speak, but Thor cut her off. He then sighed and held the bridge of his nose.
“Behave for the next week, and I will allow you to study magic. Should you fall back into old habits while studying, your education in magic will stop dead and will not continue, ever.”
“What?!” Jane and Grace said in unison, though Jane said it more out of disbelief, while Grace had a happier tone to her voice. A large grin broke out over his daughters face,
“Yes, I will, thankyou!” Grace squealed as she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Thor’s mighty shoulders. The blond god chuckled and held his daughter close. He was happily content - - until he saw the death glare Jane was giving him.
“She will behave... this is what she has wanted for years... She won’t gamble magic for a few pranks,” he whispered to his wife with a calm smile. Jane sighed and crossed her arms, not entirely believing that their troublesome daughter would be able to stop herself from getting into some sort of mess...

***

For the next week, despite what her mind was telling her, or family expected her to do, Grace stayed out of trouble. She spent much of her time inside the palace walls, wanting to stay as far away from temptation as she could get... which is also why she spent a little more time with Loki. He was in a similar circumstance to her, only, hers would probably last indefinitely while Loki’s would only last a few years...

He didn’t appreciate her presence at first, and he certainly didn’t warm up much at all over the week, but she was enjoying his reactions; and if she were annoying him, then her boredom would seem less important. There were a few times while they were in the library that Grace would notice him glancing at her, and vice-versa; but the young girl didn’t quite know what to make of it... Each day she spent following Loki around, she could feel the need within her stomach growing, but she tried to push it away...

Grace had made sure that just because they spent most of the time in the palace didn’t mean they didn’t have fun. On the third morning, an unspoken game had broken out between the two of them; it started with Loki disappearing in the early hours of the morning, and ended when Grace’s mission for the rest of the day was complete. Obviously her only mission was to find her uncle and not let him out of her sight again. They also developed a lot of unspoken games and rules. Grace would have preferred actual conversations, but Loki refused to speak to her much passed a basic hello; unless of course she was reading something that required an explanation, then he, albeit begrudgingly, would speak to her; it is needless to say that she would ask him questions she already knew the answers to, just to hear him speak. However, by the fifth day of Grace following him around without him willingly speaking so much as a word to her, she had had enough.
“Do you hate me?” Loki glanced up from his book, but quickly returned his attention to the pages. Grace knew what it was like to be hated by complete strangers, and, to be fair, that’s what Loki was; a stranger. But it was different... Knowing that people hated her for a reason was reasonable to her, being hated for no reason at all was just mean. “You can say yes, it won’t hurt my feelings...” It was a lie, Grace knew it, and she was pretty sure Loki knew it as well, “I’ve become accustomed to contempt and hatred...” she whispered.
“No.” Loki stated. Grace’s blue eyes lifted to meet Loki’s emerald ones. A cool shudder ran up her spine and her mouth parted slightly. In that moment her strange infatuation with Loki turned into something completely new. She wanted him. She wanted him to reach out, touch and caress her... but she knew he wouldn’t... He could have, and probably has had, every type of woman from all around the nine-realms... Why would he want her?

Loki could feel her hunger growing as the days passed, just as his was. However he resolved to ignore the animalistic urges; though, it was growing harder and harder as the days passed because she refused to leave him alone, and ignoring her wasn’t working as well as he’d hoped it would... They continued this tightrope walk for the last few days, but as the last day of Grace’s strict probation came upon them, something happened, something that set both of their fires alight and made them desire each other on a nigh uncontrollable level...

***

Grace woke early on the last day of her probation to see the sunrise. She chose not to wear anything spectacular. A long, loose, pale blue shirt and dirty brown pants with a pair of old, worn boots was what she decided on – and all of it, except for the tight pants, sagged on her frame, but still somehow managed to cling to her curves. She looked herself over in the mirror, choosing to leave her hair down, before she began her trek to the field just beyond the royal stables; the high cliffs gave the perfect vantage point to watch the morning sun, and it was also a place very few people knew she went to.

It was still dark, a few flowers shimmered in the dark lit the pathway she was on, but they wouldn’t be needed for much longer; the morning sun had just started to peak over the edge of the horizon and sent a bright yellow light through a few areas of the sky. Grace glanced over to the large wooden and stone stable. It was just like everything that had the royal family’s name attached to it, extravagant beyond belief... The doors made of wood and stood at least fifteen feet high. They were ornately decorated with a silver Yggdrasil tree in the middle that matched the flourishes of silver all over the building. You heard the hinges of the door open and something, or rather, someone caught her eye. Loki was casually walking into the stables, a ruby red apple in hand and a slightly nervous twinge to his features. Grace followed him into the stables silently, curiosity bubbling in her stomach.

The scent of horse was overwhelming, but not entirely unpleasant. Grace darted behind one of the stacks of hay, keeping a close eye on The God of Mischief. He was walking towards the largest stall which sat at the back of the building. It was the one that held Odin’s horse, Sleipnir, if Grace remembered correctly. He was one of the noblest horses in all of Asgard, he was also considered one of the most fierce and dangerous; traits that Grace admired greatly. Nobility with a wild and dangerous side; it was certainly something she looked up to, even if it was a trait she hoped to learn from an animal...

Grace’s eyes widened. Loki walked right up to the eight-legged horse, called his name, and it came to him...
“I’ve never seen him like this...” she murmured to herself. Only Odin was able to tame Sleipnir... Most of the time he was wild and unruly; and yet, here he was, standing completely calm in Loki’s presence. Loki, of all people! She couldn’t believe it... Maybe it was a different horse... All she had to do was get a better look - - When she shifted to look around the hay bales, she knocked over an old, rusty, metal bucket. That clanged loudly as it hit the ground. The brunette girl quickly looked to Loki; both he and Sleipnir were looking at her. An exhausted sigh left his lips.
“We’re playing this game again, are we?” Loki murmured to himself.
“What are you doing here...?” Grace asked, stepping further into view of Loki. At first she felt bad for interrupting him, but now, seeing the displeased look on his face, she felt he deserved it... But her plan was going to be a little hard considering Loki ignored her question. Okay, so instead of just answering her so she could leave, he was going to play hard ball. Well, two can do that. “Hello-,” she sang louder than before, “What are you doing here?” she stepped deeper into the stables and leaned against the wall.
“Greeting my son for the first time in nearly two decades,” Loki stated dully. Grace’s brows furrowed,
“So, wait... My cousin is a horse...?”
“You know nothing about your family do you?” Loki growled, harshly.
“I know only what my father and grandfather have sought fit to tell me. It’s not like I’m stupid or ignorant.” She spat back. The raven haired prince eyed the young princess curiously. She was a fighter... but not like Thor, Jane or Odin... It was like she wanted to prove herself to everyone... to him... Intriguing. With a hefty sigh Loki continued the conversation,
“I have many children...” he stated, holding the apple out to the eight legged horse.
“That doesn’t surprise me.” Grace replied with a small smirk. Loki turned and glanced at her for a moment before returning his attention to his son.
“Why are you even awake?” He ran his slender yet masculine hand down the horse’s neck.
“I was going to the cliffs just beyond here to watch the sunrise.”
“Well you’re too late. Even if you run, you’ll miss it...” he gestured to the growing light in the sky. Grace turned to the sky and cursed aloud. Loki clicked his tongue. “It’s improper for a member of the royal family to use such phrases... out of one’s bedroom that is...” Grace raised a brow and eyed her uncle curiously. Was that intended to be as dirty as her mind made it...? She bit her lower lip gently. There was only one way to be sure,
“Well, considering I haven’t needed to use such phrases in by bedroom yet, I think I would be forgiven.” Loki’s lips quirked upwards to form a small smirk as he led Sleipnir out of his large stall,
“Come with me then,” he paused for a moment to allow the intended innuendo to sink in, “You want to see the sunrise, do you not?” He then placed a bridal on the horse and held out his hand to Grace.
“What makes you think I can ride?” she asked with an innocent tone. Loki chuckled,
“Most girls are born knowing, but as a princess, you would have been taught at a young age to tame and control far more ferocious beasts,” he explained as the young girl began to step forward.
“And yet you still intend to ride with me?”
“You may be able to ride, but this is not something you could handle; far too strong and wild for little girls.” Grace continued her journey forward until she was in front of Loki,
“You’d be surprised what I can handle, Uncle.” The way she almost whispered the last word sent a pleasurable tingle through Loki.
The raven haired man helped Grace onto her cousins back before moving to join her, but before he could, Sleipnir let out a loud whinny. Loki sighed,
“You can tell Odin whatever you like. I will tell him that I was merely trying to be courteous to my niece; and I am sure she will say the same.” Loki’s green eyes lifted to Grace, silently asking if what he said was correct. She nodded in agreement. Sleipnir let out a snort and stomped two of his eight legs, but allowed Loki to mount him.

Then they were off. Sleipnir could run at an incredible speed, and Grace understood why Loki chose to take his son instead of one of the other horses. However, as appreciative as Grace was, she couldn’t ignore the growing warmth and throbbing of her womanhood. The mixture of the movement from the animal beneath her and her Uncle’s presence all around her sent her hormones wild. And, damn him; to make Sleipnir keep up the fast pace she could feel Loki rocking his hips forward with force, pressing his slowly hardening cock into her round, firm arse. The brunette clamped her teeth down on her lips, trying to force the mental images and moans back. Loki didn’t fail to notice her sudden silence or tense muscles; however he was too focused on trying to stop his length from hardening any further to worry about her. Then he heard it. It was stifled, and she was able to stop it before it became louder, but she moaned nevertheless. At this rate he would be completely hard and unable to control himself by the time they arrived at the cliffs. Loki smirked, knowing that deep down a part of him wanted that, and leaned forward to breathe in the sweet, fruity scent of her brown hair. Grace leaned back against Loki’s chest and pressed her hips tighter to his, putting more and more pressure on his cock. A soft gasp caught in his throat as he pulled back on the reins to slow the galloping horse, his hands pressing against her braless breasts at the same time. They were so soft, perfectly round and braless! Such a dirty child. He could also tell that she wasn’t accustomed to being touched. It was as like she didn’t know if she wanted to pull away, or lean into his touch, which only served to rouse Loki all the more.

Loki slipped off of Sleipnir’s back and helped Grace down before he released the horse from his bridal. The teenage girl tore her mind away from her enticing uncle and quickly made her way to the edge of the cliff where she sat down,
“If you don’t want to stay here, you can return to your stable...” the raven haired man said. Grace could see the horse’s agitation with his father, but ignoring his own irritation; the eight-legged horse walked up to where she was sitting and plonked himself down around her, ensuring Loki had no possible way to get near her.

Grace leaned back against her cousin and watched the last few moments of the sunrise. She had spent too long messing around with Loki and missed over half of it. A small pout pulled at her lips. Oh well... there was always tomorrow... No, wait... a few weeks from now. She had early lessons for the rest of the week.
“So what made you decide to come out this early...?” Loki asked as he leaned against a tree. Grace looked over her shoulder for a moment before turning back to the sun.
“The next few weeks’ I’ll be too busy to come and see it... Father has finally allowed me to learn magic,”
“Oh? Is that so?” Grace nodded with a smile,
“Grandmother tried to teach me when I was younger, but... well...” She gazed back to Loki with a small smirk, “it didn’t turn out well for anyone involved.” Loki laughed, remembering the first time he learnt magic. That too was an awkward experience. Let’s just say that Odin was forced to keep the company of two mice instead of ravens while the spell wore off... The first time Loki was forgiven immediately, the second Odin was a little more wary about... and after the third and fourth time Loki was confined to his room for a month.
“Who will be your teacher?”
“Miss Snorta...” Grace replied. Loki chuckled and shook his head.
“She is an old, witless windbag my dear. You may as well have Thor teach you.” The sun was fully up, and as such, lost the ability to hold Grace’s attention. She stood up and slowly walked around to Loki,
“Who would you have teach me then?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising a brow. “You?” she added onto the end.
“Ah Grace, the things I could teach you,” he lusty need in his eyes was evident to the young girl, and she mirrored that glint in her own.
“Then shall I request you be my teacher instead?” she took a step towards the raven haired prince and angled her chest forward to make her breasts appear larger than they were. Loki looked away from her. Stop it. She is underage. She is a child.
“I do not think Jane or Odin would approve. Ask for Frigga to teach you once more, she taught me...” Loki stated, trying to put some authority back in his voice while also removing the desire.
“Grandmother would approve of you teaching me, and she would be able to sway both of their minds... So would you do it? Would you teach me?” Loki took a deep, soothing breath.
“If you’re finished here, I’ll take you back.” He whistled and Sleipnir stood. The raven haired man moved to get closer to the horse, but Grace cut him off and pressed herself softly to him.
“Are you sure you want to go back so soon?” she asked, running her hand down Loki’s chest. He was wearing little more than a thin tunic, allowing Grace to see his slender yet still predominant muscles.
“Get on the horse.” Loki said through gritted teeth. Grace’s jaw clenched and she pressed more of herself into Loki,
“Make me.” She said defiantly. Loki wasn’t sure of it was an invitation to force her on the horse, or force her onto her hands and knees, but whichever it was, it didn’t matter. The raven haired man seized Grace by the neck and slammed her into a nearby tree. She gasped and struggled against his hold,
“Enough of your whorish banter.” He snapped darkly. “Get. On. The horse.” He threw her towards Sleipnir. She rubbed her sore throat and slowly climbed aboard her cousins back. Loki placed the bridle on the horse and joined her after he took a moment to calm his nerves.

They rode back to the stables in silence and at a slower pace than when they had left. Grace didn’t bother trying to press her hips into him, but she still enjoyed his body being so close to her own. When they arrived at the stables the sun was completely up and stable hands had started arriving to clean out the stalls and feed the numerous horses. Loki was the first one to dismount from Sleipnir; he then did the gentlemanly thing and helped his niece down, making sure to keep his hands away from her breasts as he lowered her to the ground. Grace had a different idea in mind though. She waited until her feet were firmly planted on the ground and she twisted her body so his hand was gently cupping her left breast.
“Hmmm.” she hummed softly with closed eyes. Loki momentarily tightened his hand around her round bosom and even went as far to knead her tender flesh. After a moment Loki remembered where he was and snatched his hand away. Grace smirked at the raven haired man before she sauntered away.

Again Loki needed a moment to recollect his thoughts. By some miracle the stable hands hadn’t seen anything... but Sleipnir had... The raven haired man glanced at his son as he led him to his large, lavish stall.
“You will not say anything about what you have seen, do you understand?” Loki said sternly. Sleipnir snorted. The horse’s voice echoed through Loki’s mind. ‘You have to stay away from her. You lack the mental strength to deny her advances...’ Loki raised a brow. “What do you know of my mental strength?” Sleipnir neighed softly, ‘You said it yourself. You have many children... and those many children were from many different women.’ Loki thought his sons words over for a moment. “Even if I stay away from her, I doubt she would pay me the same courtesy.” He mused aloud. “But I will not go out of my way to make contact with her, if that would ease your unnecessary nerves.” Loki said with a nonchalant tone and a wave of his hand before he left the stables, not giving Sleipnir time to respond.

***

After her early morning ride with Loki, Grace sought out her grandmother. She found Frigga sitting on long white stone seat under a large tree that was blossoming with beautiful white-pink flowers. Grace happily skipped across the grass to her grandmother, who welcomed her presence with open arms and a warm hug.
“My dear, how are you this morning?” Frigga asked.
“I’m well thank you.” She replied. If Grace was being completely honest, she didn’t really want to deal with the petty greetings, instead she wanted to get right down to her question. Frigga smirked, knowing Grace wanted something more than just a pleasant hello.
“Is there something on your mind, child?” the elderly woman asked. This time it was Grace’s turn to smirk,
“Well... I’ve been wondering...” The teen trailed off while taking a seat next to her grandmother. “Is Miss Snorta really the best choice to teach me magic?” the teenager asked, nervously playing with the hem of her tunic. Frigga hadn’t expected that at all... The elder knew Thor had permitted Grace’s study of magic, but what Frigga had not thought she would be concerned with who taught it.
“Well, she has been a teacher for many years...” Frigga started.
“But I would rather you teach me, that way I know mother and father won’t be able to influence what I learn...” Frigga sighed sadly and caressed Grace’s cheek.
“After the incident with the ‘missing’ wall, I do not think your mother would appreciate me influencing your classes...” Grace pouted; it was what she had expected. Now she could ask her intended question without hurting Frigga’s feelings.
“What about one of your old students?” Grace asked innocently, watching a few stray flowers fall to the grass. Frigga eyed her granddaughter for a moment.
“The only former student I have is Loki.”
“Oh...” Grace replied, genuinely surprised. There went any hope of subtlety Grace had...
“Did he ask to be your teacher?” Frigga asked, tilting her head to the side slightly,
“No... But he did suggest that Miss Snorta wasn’t the best choice to teach me...”
“Would he agree to be your teacher?” Frigga asked,
“I don’t know... he only said that mother and grandfather wouldn’t approve...”
“-and what did you say to that?” Frigga asked with a raised brow. Grace had been caught... the teenager cleared her throat,
“I said that you would be able to sway their minds...” she muttered softly, a guilty smile on her lips. Frigga thought it over for a moment.
“If you think that you could handle him as a teacher, then I will appeal to Odin and Jane on your behalf... It more than likely will not work, but I will try for you...” Grace gasped a mixture of surprise and happiness swelling within her chest.
“Really?” a large grin pulled at the teens lips and she hugged her grandmother tightly. “Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!” she said over and over again until she was out of breath. Frigga returned her embrace with a smile.
“I will let you know before dinner what they say, so you can be ready to answer any of the questions you know they will ask...” Frigga before she sent Grace off while she spoke to Odin.

A small sigh left Frigga’s lips. She wasn’t certain about allowing their relationship to develop more... but her gift of foresight showed her two possible outcomes, and she was willing to wager everything to make the better option come to light, even if it meant giving the darker side of her vision the possibility to come true...

***

Loki skulked around the palace grounds for much of the day, unable to completely forget the feel of Grace pressed against him. By the afternoon he had managed to find a solitary place in one of the many hedge mazes that filled various gardens within the palace walls. However the quiet and solitude only helped to allow his mind to wander back to Grace, and what he actually wanted to do to her. He mentally slapped himself. No, stop it. The raven haired prince gritted his teeth as he lay down on the cool stone seat and his eyes wandered over the calming fountain. Why was he so spellbound by her? The back of his hand rested on his forehead to block out the warm sun. What was it about her that intrigued him so much...?! He allowed his eye to slip shut.

Immediately he was assaulted with images of Grace. Her flawless ivory skin, her rounded, and still growing breasts and hips, the sweet scent and softness of her honey-brown hair; everything... everything about her intrigued and aroused him. The way she spoke, the way she acted... it was familiar, yet refreshing at the same time. He had acted similarly to her in his youth, and had continued that trend to this day, albeit with a little more destruction and death than before.

Loki pushed his past away and focused solely on Grace. He found her breathtaking in gowns, like the one she wore the first night he saw her, but the rawness of seeing her in tightfitting pants with a baggy shirt and braless... braless! A low growl formed in his throat. He could have so easily ripped the shirt from her back and made the necessary holes in her pants this morning... It would have been too easy... His manhood pressed tightly against the folds of his pants at the thought. Damn her. He reached down to gently stroke his erect cock through the many layers of fabric. His eyes slowly closed as images of Grace, sprawled out on a bed, spreading her wet lower lips, ready and waiting for him - - Loki opened his eyes and quickly made his way to the servants quarters in search of someone who could extinguish his fiery need.

***

Grace was about to round the corner; readying to slip into the kitchen and steal some of the miniature desert cakes that were meant for dinner as a reward for the good behaviour over the past week, but a low, wanton groan made her stop. It came from the store room... Grace’s brows furrowed and she followed the sound to its origin. She waited for two maids to exit the hallway before quickly darting into to the entranceway of the room. The storeroom was broken into two different areas, the food that could be kept in a warm, dry area was in the front, and the food that needed cooler storage was kept in the back. The two areas were separated by large carton boxes and a few other large crates and bags. Grace guessed whoever it was that was in here was in the back, so she swiftly trotted to a small corner near the back and hid between stored barrels of ale and large bags of flour. Every angle was covered, so it was unlikely she would be seen, and when she sat down the stacked bags of flour reached far passed her head. Another moan, louder than before echoed through the room. Grace slowly poked one of the bags over until she had a large hole in the wall of flour.

A gasp caught in her throat when she saw what was going on. Loki was facing her and held a servant by the hair, forcing his member deeper into her throat. The servant’s gurgled moans and slurping was an oddly pleasant sound to the teenager, but what was driving her mad was Loki. His face contorted in pure pleasure, his hips thrusting forward, and his moans - - God. She could come with the sound of his moans alone! Grace shifted from sitting to kneeling and leaned closer to the small gap in between the flour bags. Tentatively her hand moved to her throbbing womanhood. She had touched herself before, but had never seen or heard something so passionately wonderful before. It wasn’t enough to tease her womanhood through her pants... She wanted more... Her fingers slipped into her pants and gently dipped into her dampening pussy. Loki’s stifled moans fuelled Grace’s arousal, and the harder and deeper he would fuck the servant’s mouth, the faster her fingers would circle around her clit. She wanted him, as wrong as others may have thought it, she wanted her uncle to fuck her; to take her as roughly as he took the servant woman, to moan her name and make her come, and then come for her. Grace didn’t notice the small moan that escaped her lips, but Loki did - - and he also noticed the small but unmistakable figure that moved in the shadows behind the bags of flour.
“Fuck yourself...” Loki ordered. Grace’s eyes opened and focused back to him. She was shocked. He was no longer focused on the woman taking his dick... Instead his eyes were full of dark and intense yearning, as he looked right at her. Grace added her other hand, pressing a single finger into her cunt in time with Loki’s thrusts. The teen wanted to see his size. She wanted to know what he truly looked like so she could finger-fuck herself to the mental image of it every night, but the damned servant was in the way... “Harder.” Loki ordered. Grace did as he asked and quickened her pace and depth within her constricting pussy. A soft gasp built in her throat when her hand lifted to roughly knead with her breast and toy with her hardened nipple. Grace bit down harshly on her tongue to stop the moans but it was of little use. From the girlish moans that were slowly starting to grow in volume and frequency, the teenage girl assumed that the servant woman had also done as Loki ordered. It made her jealous, but she didn’t linger on the thought once Loki’s eyes met with her own. Grace leaned forward to rest her head on the flour bags, the heat that started in her genitals was slowly taking over her entire body and she found it nearly impossible to stop herself from moaning,. She tightly closed her eyes and was even forced to bite down on the hessian bag to stop her moans, “Look at me.” Loki groaned. The brown haired teenager did as her uncle had asked, and met his gaze again. He broke the intense stare for only a moment to reward the servant girl before his eyes returned to Grace. “Come.” He said as he sped up his thrusts, “Come for me.” With his words, Grace fell back against a bag of flour as her climax radiated through her body. Her hand moved from her breast to her mouth, attempting to stop the gasping moans from leaving her lips, and her hips bucked upwards wildly needing and wanting the friction of Loki between them. Even for all her trying, Loki was still able to hear her stifled moans and the cut off whispers of his name, the latter sending him over the edge. The raven haired prince clutched the servant girls head with both hands and forced himself deeper into her throat, imagining it to Grace’s mouth – no, her tight, untouched pussy – wrapped around his arousal, before releasing his seed into the back of the servant girls narrow passage way. He thrust forward a few more times, ensuring he was milked for every last drop before releasing the girl.

Loki cleaned himself off with the servant’s apron before ordering her to leave, which she did quickly. Grace barely had enough time to catch her breath before she felt Loki’s dominating shadow looming above her. She looked up, her icy blue eyes still glazed over with pleasure. Damn... she had missed her opportunity to see it...
“It’s normal to be curious about one’s own body... but this was a completely new level...” he ran a hand through his hair, displeased that he had allowed her to stay and watch. “You’re a dirty whore, you know that don’t you?”
“And you’re a dirty old man who fucks women far below his social standing.” There was a flash of something in his emerald eyes that Grace didn’t quite recognise, but she knew liked it.
“Then, by your standard, who should I be fucking?” he leaned down and grabbed Grace’s collar to haul her upwards so their lips were barely an inch away. “You?” he asked a hint of bitterness in his tone.
“Well you didn’t seem to have an issue imagining you were fucking me.” Grace leaned forward and gingerly brushed her lips against his, “don’t pretend you weren’t... you wanted me to taste you, didn’t you?” Grace laughed, “Or did you picture yourself sending your seed into my pussy?” Grace gasped and moaned as her hands once again found her womanhood, “Oh! Please, I want it in me. Uncle, please.” She moaned, rocking her hips forward. Loki growled at her words and he threw her against the ground.
“Whore.” His voice was low, ensuring no one could hear him. Grace smiled slyly, “You think I joke?” The urge to lunge forward, tear her pants away and impale her was so strong. He needed to get away from her before he did something he would regret.
“Well you’re going to have to get used to being around this ‘Whore’.” She stood and walked around him, ensuring she brushed her plump breasts and hips against him, “Grandmother told me not long ago... I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning... Teacher,”

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