Unadulterated Smut with Uncle Loki
A Gift and A Warning
“Unadulterated Smut” Uncle Loki x Niece OC ~ Chapter 3
Just over two months passed without another incident like the one in the forest... However, Loki was nearing the end of his self-control. During the day she would taunt and tease him until he was completely hard; then leave for her bedroom or another secluded area, hoping and wishing he would follow her. Of course he didn’t, instead choosing to frequent the brothels in the town at least once – if not thrice – every day. Then when he would return home he would at least have the peace of his dreams awaiting him, right? Wrong. For the first month that statement could have been considered true, but Grace soon learned how to influence his dreams... Damn his mother for giving her a book to study! Did she not know how fiendishly devilish Grace could be? So, during those weeks, he either forced himself to sleep without dreams, or woke needing to use the maids who came to tidy his room... One morning he spent the entire morning with three servants, and they could only just manage to state his need; but at least he was relieved...
Loki looked at the clock on the wall as he stepped out of the bathroom. It was nearly noon. He had missed Grace’s lesson again this morning... A soft sigh left his lips as his emerald eyes moved to the three servant women laying on the dishevelled mess he called a bed. They were still out of breath and had a glassy twinge to their eyes – the latter telling him that they were still coming down from their sexual release. He used a soft, white towel to wipe off the remaining water from his face and hair before he threw it over the faces of the servant girls.
“Get out of my bed and do your jobs.” He spat dully as he slipped on a dark green shirt and walked towards the door. “I expect new sheets and my room to sparkle by the time I return.” He growled before he left the room, making sure to slam the door shut to wake them from their daze.
The raven haired prince couldn’t decide where to go... He wanted to make sure that wherever it was, Grace wouldn’t stumble upon him... But he also wanted somewhere peaceful and calm, just in case the lack of sleep caught up with him... In the end he settled for one of the older libraries near the back of the palace.
The library was filled wall to wall with shelves filled to the brim with some of the oldest books in all of Asgard. The room smelled musky and slightly stale, but when Loki opened some of the windows, the sweet, floral scent from the surrounding gardens flooded in. Loki then grabbed the nearest book he could find and sat down on a large black armchair, waiting for the inevitable – and by the inevitable, he meant Grace... He knew it wouldn’t take her long no matter where he went... She proved to be a skilled practitioner with magic, and had nearly managed to learn the equivalent of a year’s study in little over two months. Of course this also meant she had learnt how to sense different magical auras... and seeing as Loki was her teacher, and the guinea pig for her powers, she was an expert in sensing his...
The sound of the large, ornate wooden doors creaking open echoed through the room. Loki supressed a sigh and refused to look up.
“Uncle...” Grace sang as she lowered herself onto Loki’s lap. “You missed our class this morning...” Loki took a deep breath and shifted back in his seat, trying to put as much space between her and him as he could.
“I needed a break...” he murmured, trying to block her out and focus on the old book in his hands.
“Hmm...” Grace hummed as she gently ran her hands over her bulging breasts. “I think my boobs have gotten bigger...” she squeezed the tender flesh and released it a few times before lowering the neckline of her shirt to show Loki the soft mounds. She picked out an old lime green and black lace bra this morning, hoping it would help her on her quest; but when she put it on the cups were obviously too small, her breasts bulged over the material and the top of her nipples were visible. After realising this, she decided that even though it was uncomfortable, she would wear the smaller bra, just so she could see his reaction...
The urge to remove the nearly non-existent bra, and then knead her growing mounds was excruciatingly strong for Loki.
“What do you think?” she pulled the book in his hands away, placing it on a side table, and leaned forward, pressing her chest to Loki’s while seductively running her tongue over her lower lip. “Well?” she put more weight on his chest as her hands slipped down Loki’s stomach and settled on his hips, gently rubbing small circles into his clothed flesh. Grace gingerly nuzzled into Loki’s neck, “Uncle?” she asked, running her lips up his neck. “Do you want to touch them...?” Gingerly her hand slipped down to his, before she slowly guided him to press his calloused yet gentle palm to her, mostly uncovered, breast. Loki’s teeth bit down on his lip until it bled into his mouth. Her skin was so soft and supple, and Gods, she was all but falling out of the bra... A soft mewl left her lips as he squeezed the tender flesh. No... No he needed to stop... but he couldn’t tear his hand away...
“Grace!” Thor called from somewhere down the hall. The teenager turned towards the door of the library,
“Coming!” she called before turning her attention back to Loki. “Should I continue, Uncle dear?” she asked with a sly smirk.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Loki growled as he snatched his hand away. Grace giggled,
“No, you’re right...” she tipped her head to one side slightly as a mischievous smirk played on her lips. “This isn’t nearly hot enough to risk getting caught... If we were having sex, then that would be a completely different story.” She slowly slid from his lap and began walking towards the large double doors, but she stopped and turned just before exiting. “Oh, and once the slutty whores are finished cleaning their mess from your room, I’m going to leave a little gift under your bed...” her teeth grazed her lower lip as she smiled. Then she was gone and the library was once again silent...
Loki’s hands clenched in tight fists and caused his nails to draw blood. How could she still have such an effect on him after the morning he had?! He should – no – he would have pushed her away, if he were sure that was all he would do. But he wasn’t. He was sure that if he willingly touched her, then the walls of security he built up over the past weeks would crumble and he would violate her, violently. But he was saved, by Thor of all people.
His mind then moved to her words... How did she know the servants were in his room...? Had she seen him leave this morning? Had she seen them enter? He froze. Had she seen him with them? Usually when he missed the lesson, someone would come and get him... but no one had this morning; which meant that either Grace had decided to let it slide, or she was preoccupied with something else... Loki had a bad feeling that it was the latter...
Grace let out a silent groan. She should have known better than to follow her father; he was usually too busy to do anything over the bulk of the day... unless of course he was on a secret retrieval mission from her mother... She had lost count of how many hours she sat there, tolerating her mother, but she was growing tired of it quickly...
“Your grandmother tells me you’ve advanced very fast...” Jane said as she took a sip of her coffee. Grace reclined in her seat and gently tapped her forefinger on the oak-topped table.
“That’s what they’ve told me...” she replied with a slightly awkward smile as she eyed her mother on the other side of the table.
“Well... I’ve been thinking...” Oh no... This couldn’t end well... “Since you’re doing so well and can control your powers, why not see if another teacher can take over a few of the lessons...?” Wait... Say what now? “The Warriors Three have told me that Loki has missed quite a few lessons, and several in this week alone...” Grace chuckled bitterly,
“How would they know? They don’t even stay for the whole lesson any more...” the teen muttered under her breath.
“Excuse me?” Jane said with furrowed brows. The honey brown haired teen cleared her throat and shrugged,
“Nothing, I was just saying that I find Loki to be a perfectly adequate teacher...” Jane took a deep breath and focused all of her attention on her daughter.
“Grace, you have to understand. He is a bad man, and I’m only trying to protect you...” Grace rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“I’m a big girl, and, despite what you want to think about me, I can take care of myself.” she stood and turned to leave.
“Grace Thorsdottir! Come back here now!” Jane yelled, trying to catch up with the teen, but just as she reached her, Grace disappeared in a smoke of blue magic.
It was the first time the teen had successfully teleported, but the whole experience left her feeling dizzy and completely disorientated... She stumbled towards the nearest seat, which just so happened to be the large, stone seat on a balcony facing one of the gardens. Her blue orbs scanned the area as her mind made sense of where she was.
The sun was setting on the other side of the palace, meaning the garden was already shrouded in darkness, allowing the night flowers and plants to come to life. The large, usually uninteresting shrubs began blossoming with small, purple flowers that glowed brightly in the limited light and shone on the paths leading to the various plants. A few magic mushrooms littered the cobble stone path as well, helping to guide anyone walking in the darkness. The other glowing flowers within the darkness were far dimmer, making the mushrooms and flowering shrubs stand out.
The realisation that it was getting late suddenly dawned on Grace, and quick as a flash she stood and sprinted towards her room to retrieve the gift, hoping she wasn’t too late to sneak it into Loki’s room...
Loki made a point of avoiding his room for the rest of the day, wanting to avoid Grace’s ‘gift’ for as long as possible, but as the day wore on and the night began to pass, he became too tired to keep his distance from his bed. So, just passed midnight, Loki slowly strolled to his room, closed the door, and locked it. The closer he stepped to his bed, the more Grace’s words echoed in his head. ‘I’m going to leave a little gift under your bed... I’m going to leave a little gift under your bed... I’m going to leave a little gift under your bed...’ He stood at the side of his bed and looked down at the soft mattress for a good few minutes before he finally bent down and lifted the velvety covers. He should have ignored her words and just gone to bed... but the curiosity was too strong...
He couldn’t believe his eyes... His gift... It was... It was her... and not her at the same time... Loki pulled the Grace doppelganger from underneath his bed and threw it onto the softness of his mattress. He immediately noticed a small note pinned to the almost see through white lace bra she was wearing... He reached forward and took the note, making sure his fingers didn’t brush over any part of the clone.
Ever since you became intent on downplaying your feelings in front of me, you’ve been awfully grumpy... So I thought I would help to relieve your stress!
The magic I used to make her was similar to the cloning spell; only instead of using thin air, I tied her illusion to a small toy. This way she has an actual presence and you can touch her!
I made a few dolls before her as a practise. They lasted up to four days, but the more strain you put on them, the quicker the magic will run out. I have a feeling this one won’t last as long...
Loki ran his hand over the stomach of the doll. She was warm... but not breathing... He raised a brow and gently squeezed her breast. She felt real... but she wasn’t, she wasn’t alive, and yet she was at the same time... He then trailed his fingers over her plump, pink lips. She opened her mouth, ready to take in and suck on whatever he offered, even if that wasn’t what he had intended the touch to mean. She was well made, but lacked the intrigue that the real Grace held... He pulled his hand away,
“Can you speak?” he asked. The doll shook her head slowly. Maybe she wasn’t that well-made... Loki paused, or was she? “Get on your stomach, lift your hips, and spread your cunt.” He growled. Immediately the Grace Doll rolled onto her stomach, lifted her hips high, pushed her white underwear to her knees and used her hands to spread her damp lower lips wide for Loki to see.
Loki chuckled and ran a hand over his twitching member.
“You are indeed very well made...” he was out of breath just looking at her; the physical and mental strength required to stop from forcing himself into her tight pussy was overwhelming. Loki’s hand moved to her softly supple arse cheek and he squeezed it harshly. The doll’s non-existent breathing quickened, but still no sounds left her lips. “Ah...” he panted, lowering his pants. “You’re a tease Grace...” he moved to kneel on the bed behind the doll and lined himself up. “You give me a duplicate of your body, but not your voice...” He snapped his fingers, sending a veil of magic through the room to make it completely sound proof. His hand ran over the curve of her back before it came to settle on her hip and he roughly entered the doll, ignoring the silent screams of pain from her.
Loki threw his head back as a moan erupted from his throat. She was so tight... So tight that he felt her inner walls stretching and tearing with only half of his manhood sheathed within her. Slowly he pressed himself all the way in; the still silent sobs and gasps coming from the doll didn’t do anything except irritate Loki, but the firm wetness surrounding his dick was more than enough to turn him on. He reached forward and snagged her silky hair before hauling her head back towards him.
“You’re a little whore who has thrown herself at me since the moment we met. Now I’ll take you like the dick-hungry whore you are.” He began to thrust wildly into the Grace Doll, his member lubricated by her hot wetness or blood, he didn’t know and didn’t care.
The faster Loki moved, the more she tensed her muscles, and after barely a minute he was certain that her constricting walls mixed with her tense muscles was going to cut off all circulation to the favourite part of his body. The hold he had on her hair twisted and he nibbled on her neck and earlobe.
“Relax damn it.” He growled while slowing his pace, offering her some type of relief. He felt the doll try to do as he asked, but she was taking too long. He shoved her head forward, but kept her back pinned tightly to his chest, and recommenced with his wild thrusts, hoping the more he used her, the looser she would become.
Slowly he could feel her inner walls relaxing, and the moisture begin to build in her womanhood. Loki chuckled and reached around her to quickly rub her clit with his fingers.
“You gonna come?” he asked breathlessly. She rested her head back against Loki’s shoulder and mouthed the word ‘yes’ over and over again as her hips bucked in time with his. Suddenly a clear liquid gushed from her, forcing Loki’s dick out of her, before the doll fell into the bed in a twitching heap of tenderness. The raven haired man chuckled and licked his damp fingers clean. A low groan left his lips and he breathed deeply,
“Oh, my dear, you even taste the same...” Loki grabbed her hip and flipped the exhausted doll onto her back before ploughing straight back into her.
A silent moan made the doll part her lips, awarding Loki the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. His arms then hooked underneath her knees and forced her legs upwards to rest on his shoulders. He could tell that his weight on her was causing a little distress, but she didn’t actually need to breathe, so he didn’t pull back or ease any part of his movements. Actually, if anything, he hardened his thrusts and forced it tongue deeper into her mouth.
The pleasure began to take control of everything Loki did. He grabbed her breast and dug his nail into the delicate flesh while also greedily biting her neck. Both actions drew blood, but Loki didn’t care. He was so close... He needed to relieve the stress of the past two months, and this was the only way to do it without hurting her, the real her anyway. Her second, far more abrupt, orgasm caused her walls to constrict around him and forced his own climax to wash over him. His hips bucked forward involuntarily as he released his seed deep inside her convulsing cunt. He couldn’t be certain, but he was pretty sure he screamed her name over and over again as his hips jerked forward, sending more streams of his hot semen into her. Once the urge to buck forward dissipated, he leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder while allowing her legs to fall to the bed. He could feel his member twitching within her, almost matching the speed in which her pussy clenched.
All the strength had been drawn from his body, and when he pulled out, a loud, hungry groan left his lips before he collapsed on the bed next to the doll. He was tired and would have been quite happy to curl up with his doll and fall asleep, but the nagging need in his loins refused to dissipate.
“Grace dear...” he grabbed the dolls arm and hauled her into a sitting position. “Suck me, like you did in the field. But this time, swallow what I give you...” A needy look crossed her face and her hand moved to her damp lower lips. A large grin pulled at Loki’s lips. He knew what she was asking. “Make me come now, and I will ravage you all night...” he said while coaxing his manhood to complete attention. A lewd smile crossed the dolls lips and she quickly went to work on Loki’s hardened cock.
Loki latched onto the bed sheets and the dolls brown hair as her lips moved long his length. Her hand gently took hold of the top, her thumb encircling the tip, as her tongue and lips made their way down to the base, before she shifted around, removed her hand, and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. Loki groaned again, and his dick twitched. The Grace Doll smirked before she took his entire manhood into her mouth. Again, he found himself revelling in the fact she didn’t need air, because when he grabbed her head and forcibly made her movements faster, she didn’t protest. And – by the Gods – did it feel good. He didn’t last anywhere near as long as he had when he entered her pussy; the added sucking from her moth was helping him along quickly, and when Loki entered the depths of his throat, he lost it completely and released into her.
The Grace Doll choked down what he offered while also trying to stop the gag reflex she felt as he continued his assault on her throat, trying to milk the last drops from his throbbing manhood. He then released her head and allowed her to crumple between his legs. Loki allowed her a few moments to rest before he lifted her onto the bed and parted her legs, allowing him to trail his tongue up and down her slick lips. He was hardly finished with her; she could rest when he was finished or when the magic binding her was used up...
Loki continued his escapades through the night and into the early hours of the morning. By the time he had had his fill of the Grace Doll, she had indeed turned back into the toy used to bind her to reality... Loki didn’t mind that much, he was sure that one night was enough to state him for more than a week – well... that was what he had hoped for anyway...
The prince opened his eyes. Judging from the strength and warmth of the sun outside his windows, he guessed it was close to midday. He rolled over and reached his arm out, hoping he had only dreamt that the Grace Doll had reverted to its original state... but all he was met with was a small plush toy in the shape of a deep purple cat... He grabbed the toy but its thin neck and threw it from his bed before getting up and readying himself for the day. He knew he would have to make up the two lessons he missed tomorrow... but for today he would wander the gardens to calm his mind and body before he saw her again... However, Grace being Grace, she had other ideas...
It took her barely thirty minutes to find his hiding place in one of the secluded areas of the smaller garden to the north of the palace.
“So, what did you think of the Grace Doll?” she asked with a smirk. When Loki didn’t respond she stepped closer. “Well? Did you like how she felt? Are you going to use her again?” the teen giggled before gasping excitedly, “Can I watch?”
“No you cannot... Besides, she’s returned to her original state...” Loki stated bitterly,
“After only one night?” Grace asked as disbelief washed over her features. “Wow...” she murmured. She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her grin. “So, was I any good? Ya know, before you broke me.” She sat down on the bench next to Loki and smirked. “Did you like how I felt around you?” Grace gently rubbed Loki’s crotch, but before his other head had a chance to react, he slapped her hand away and stood.
“I wasn’t you. It will never be you.”
“Oh? How could you say that after calling my name over and over again?” She asked. Loki froze. “Ah- ah- Grace, yes, yes! Take it you little whore, yes! Grace!” she imitated one of the many orgasms she had witnessed last night, along with the rapid yet sensual movement of his hips. Loki grabbed her throat before teleporting both of them out of the open gardens and into one of the unused corridors of a large brick shed that sat on the edge of the garden.
He knew that it would be empty, the gardeners used it to store their tools, but they were working in a different section today; but that didn’t mean there weren’t other people around... So, once he was sure they were out of sight, he slammed her into the nearest wall and pinned her there with his larger frame.
“You have no shame, do you? What if someone had seen you? Huh?! What is someone had seen you?!” he snarled as he tightened his hold on her throat unintentionally. “What smartass comeback do you have to that?!” That was when he noticed her choked gasping and her nails clawing at his wrist. He quickly released the young princess and quickly paced along the thin corridor. “How did you get into my room last night?” he growled,
“I-,” she coughed, still trying to gain full use of her throat, “I snuck in through the balcony off of the study... That was how I got out as well...”
“How long were you there?”
“From when you found her, until the end of the fifth round...” Loki ran his hand through his hair.
“What if someone caught you? What if I caught you?!” His voice started to rise in level. “Do you know what I would have done to you?!”
“I could have handled it! The doll did!” she yelled.
“The doll was torn and bleeding by the time I was finished! You purposely built her without a voice so you wouldn’t have to hear yourself crying in agony! Grace-!” he seized her by the shoulders, the contact and closeness forced Loki to tell his mind and body to calm down, “had I found you, I would not have stopped... I would still be fucking you now.” He took a deep breath in, “Do not glorify sex with me, Grace. I would literally kill you... but even that wouldn’t make me stop. I would fuck your limp, lifeless body until I collapsed of exhaustion.” He released her and gave her a moment to think over his words. “Do not come after me again. What I tasted was a clone, but what I tasted was good...” he reached forward and ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. “You are like a drug to me Grace... My hunger for you will never be stated... and that is why you must stay away.”
“I don’t believe you would hurt me...”
“You saw what I did to the doll-,”
“-because you knew she wasn’t real. You used her that way because you knew she wasn’t the real me.” Loki shook his head,
“No... No, just leave! Do not come back to me. Do not throw yourself at me. Do not give me any more gifts! I do not want you!” he yelled before turning ready to walk away, but before he could, he felt her cold, saddened gaze on his back, making his once fast pace slow.
“Please... don’t send me away... don’t treat me like everyone else does...” Loki sighed and turned back to face her. Her bright blue eyes shimmered in the light, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Why have you not reacted this way any other time I have told you to leave me be?”
“Because you never really meant it before now...” The watery glisten to her eyes ripped a hole in Loki’s chest, while also succeeding in appealing to him... Wait... was he really attracted to her tears?
With a sigh the raven haired prince reached forward, offering the teen his hand,
“Come here...” he said in a low, calm voice. Grace stepped forward and reached out, but pulled back at the last moment, her mind in a muddled daze after all the conflicting statements Loki had made. “Come here...” he said once more. This time Grace stepped forward without hesitating, and when her hand touched Loki’s, he pulled her into his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around her.
Grace clutched Loki’s shirt firmly and buried her face into his chest, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Loki soothingly smoothed down her silky brown hair while also taking in the warmth, softness and scent of her body. He felt rather awkward. He was accustomed to fighting and war of words... He didn’t know what to do in this kind of situation... Emotions were never easy to deal with, especially when someone was feeling abandoned or alone... He nearly cursed when she pressed herself tighter to his body. He could feel everything, just as he had last night. Her breasts, her flat stomach, her hips, everything; and he could slowly feel his member throb within its tight confines.
“Grace...” Loki’s hands moved to her shoulders and he gently pushed her away.
“Don’t pull away from me...” she pleaded softly while hooking her arms around Loki’s neck and pulling him down to her level. Her lips looked deliciously plump, and the light red colour around her eyes and cheeks only helped to intensify his desires. The doll she had given him was a capable kisser, but he wanted to hear her moan, he wanted to hear her gasps of pleasure and whines for more... Loki’s hand tangled in her long hair and he forced her forward into a deep, needy kiss.
For a moment Grace was in a state of shock, but once her mind caught up she quickly jumped up and hooked her legs around Loki’s waist. He then stumbled forwards until she was supported by not only him, but the wall as well. Loki’s hands found Grace’s small waist as his hips slowly rolled into hers. She had dreamed of him for so long, and it was clear that her dreams couldn’t even come close to the real thing. The teen’s fingers tangled in his surprisingly soft hair as her legs tightened around him. Loki had kissed her before, he had touched her before, but it always seemed like he was holding back... this time Grace could tell he had given in, even after the night with the Grace Doll, he still needed her... Damn the rules, damn his ‘morals’, he was going to have her right there on the dirt covered floor, or up the wall, whatever offered the quickest access and best release. It was a rare moment when the two of them were on the same page. Grace knew what she wanted, and she also knew what Loki wanted... but he had to be sure...
“Are you sure you want this?” he groaned.
“Yes, yes, Gods yes!” she pined as Loki’s erect manhood brushed against her inner thigh. The raven haired prince chuckled at her eagerness and gently cupped her cheek,
“Then you will have it...” his body pinned her tighter to the wall as his hands slipped to the waistband of her pants. He then pulled her pants down just enough to expose her womanhood before pulling his hardened cock from his pants and lining himself up. “Ready?” he asked, pressing the tip against her wet folds. A low moan left both their lips, but before Loki had the chance to press any further, the presence of someone watching them became evident to both of them. Grace looked over Loki’s shoulder, and her brows furrowed.
A golden ram stood, looking at both of them with condescension and disapproval. It stamped its hoof twice and nodded its head in big sweeping movements. Loki sighed irritably and bitterly turned his attention away from Grace.
“Tell your master we will be there shortly.” The raven haired prince said before he turned his focus back to an awestruck Grace. Asgard was home to many magical animals... but she’d never seen a ram like this before...
“Now.” The animal said in an impossibly deep voice. Loki’s eyes moved back to the ram and he sighed.
“Very well...” The raven haired man lowered Grace to the ground allowing them to hide their shame before following behind the ram.
Loki seemed to know where he was going, but Grace had no clue... However, before she had the chance to ask, a green smoke-like magic surrounded them, and the next thing the teen knew, she was standing before the guardian of the Bi-frost... She was standing before the all-seeing and all-hearing Heimdall...
A cold shudder ran up Grace’s spine when his golden eyes moved over her.
“Your majesties...” he bowed his head. Grace returned the gesture, but Loki only folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.
“Why have you called us here? You knew we were in the middle of something, so why the interruption?” Loki spat, venom lacing his tone.
“Those very actions are the reason you stand here.”
“Why?” Grace asked, confused by his words.
“While you are under the consenting age, I must tell not only Thor, but also The Allfather of any serious sexual advances made on your person...” he said. Grace’s brows furrowed.
“Isn’t that... like an invasion of my privacy...? And why have you only said this now? I mean, if you saw us this time, then surely you have seen the other things as well...”
“During all of those altercations, Loki had doubts and second thoughts about what he was doing-,” Grace supressed a chuckle,
“Not with the doll he didn’t...” she said with a smirk. Immediately she could feel a deathly glare from Loki settle on her.
“That was not you, and thus was not my concern.” Heimdall explained.
“All of this is nice and well, but could you tell us why we’re really here?” Loki snapped irritably. “You didn’t bring us here just as a warning...” The gatekeeper let out a hefty yet quiet sigh,
“Any advance you make at all on Grace from this point on will be reported to The Allfather. Touch, caress, kiss, anything I deem inappropriate will be immediately reported to The Allfather...”
“What?” The teen said while trying to step forward, but Loki snagged her arm before she could make it too far. A quick glare from Heimdall saw Loki release her arm quickly and lift his hands defensively,
“Sorry.” The raven haired man said. Heimdall’s eyes then turned back to Grace.
“Odin intends to grant you the gift of long life at your next birthday. That is when I will no longer have to report to him. The gift will make you of-age and maintaining your innocence will no longer be a part of my charge.”
“Why would that make me of-age?” the brunette asked with a sceptical gaze.
“Asgardian’s age at the same rate as humans for the first eighteen years, then their longevity comes into play. It is a coming of age ceremony, and that is when they are considered an adult here...” Loki explained dully. “I know her human genes would probably slow or negate the longevity entirely, but why would he offer it to her so early?” the raven haired prince asked the golden-eyed gatekeeper.
“Her struggles through life thus far have the product of her differences. Half Midgardian, half Asgardian, but never really accepted by either... He thinks that making her a full Æsir would help relieve the strain...”
“But wait... that’s still three months away.” Grace said, thinking over the situation in her mind. “You’re saying Loki has to keep his hands to himself for three months?” her blue eyes moved to Loki, who shrugged,
“I can handle it.”
“No you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.” Grace’s arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrows rose.
“Oh really? Is that why you were about to fuck me in the hallway?” Heimdall watched the scene before him play out with half-lidded eyes. She threw a snarky and sexually intended comment at him, he replied with a sly smirk and a smart comeback; to anyone just listening in, it would have seemed like nothing more than playful banter, but the heated longing in both of their eyes was evident, even without Heimdall’s glorious sight he would have seen it from a mile away. “Yeah? Well I’d like to see you last three months without running to your whores or using another doll!”
“Then I will!” Loki countered quickly. “For the next three months I will not use the servants or brothels.”
“No coming to my room to watch me either.” Grace stated sharply.
“Fine, but no teasing, flirting or sneaking into my room,” He added,
“Fine!” Grace replied. Loki then turned his attention back to Heimdall.
“Is that all you needed?” the prince growled. The large man nodded and they both headed for the exit.
Loki and Grace left the Bi-frost, still grumbling and arguing between each other as they walked.
“They won’t last three months...” a feminine voice called. Heimdall turned and bowed his head.
“My Queen...” he hesitated a glance up, “it isn’t polite to eavesdrop. I’m almost certain if Loki caught wind of your presence he would have been far less willing to talk or listen...” Frigga laughed softly as she stepped out of her magical shield.
“I have one final request Heimdall...” the gatekeeper straightened as his golden eyes settled on his queen. “I know that I should not ask such a thing... having you tell them what you did, and asking you to hold back the information about their flirting was-,”
“It was an insignificant occurrence. I wouldn’t have told Odin anyway...” Heimdall interrupted, knowing he had to soothe the queen’s worry.
“For that I still thank you...” she paused for a moment before continuing, “When they can no longer control themselves, and I know that day will come before the three months are up, I would greatly appreciate it if you came and told me before Odin.” Heimdall pondered her words for a moment.
“I am only charged with telling Odin... That does not mean that I must tell him first...” A relieved, calm smile settled on Frigga’s features.
“Thank you...” she said while turning to leave.
“If I may, milady.” The gatekeeper said. The queen stopped and nodded for him to continue. “Why are you so intent on protecting and aiding them?” A yearning smile crossed Frigga’s face,
“Because they have the ability to bind our fractured family together...” she replied, trying to force the other, far darker, thoughts in her mind away.
“Does something else weigh on your mind?” the queens blue eyes lowered,
“I fear the longer the relationship is hidden, the worse the reaction will be... I know that if Thor, Odin and Jane are not able to come to grips with it, then everything will fall to pieces, and Grace will follow Loki down a very dark and dangerous path...”
“The only one you truly need to worry about is Jane,” Heimdall started. “The Allfather has noticed the significant change in Grace since Loki came into her life, and Thor has seen it too... but Jane is hesitant and suspicious... The Allfather may grant leniency to Loki, and Thor would come to accept it, but if Jane closes off her mind to Loki, then she would be able to sway both Thor and Odin...” Frigga softly bit the insides of her lips as she took in the gatekeeper’s words.
“Thank you, Heimdall...”she murmured softly before leaving the Bi-frost.