Unadulterated Smut with Uncle Loki
“Unadulterated Smut” Uncle Loki x Niece OC ~ Chapter 4
Two more weeks... he just had to last two more weeks... He refused to lose such a stupid bet with her, and when he won, the first bout of sex he planned to have was with her straight after the Coming of Age ceremony was completed. He would sneak her out of the room, and fuck her in a closet if need be... He just had to plan it perfectly... Of course, coming up with plans were easy... Testing to see if they would work was another thing; and thus far none seemed likely to work...
“Sire, the Allfather has sent me to remind you of the rehearsal.” A maid said from the other side of his bedroom door.
“I’m well aware of it. Leave me be, I will not be late.” Loki growled. As soon as he heard the click of the maid’s shoes slowly disappearing down the hallway, a hefty sigh left his lips.
The raven haired man hadn’t seen much of Grace in the past two months. Thankfully the magic lessons were put on hold two weeks ago, which was when Odin made the official announcement of the ceremony; since then everyone was busying themselves with the preparations... It meant the stress of seeing her lessened, and, to his surprise, she kept him at arm’s length all the time... Maybe the threat of having their secret come out had scared her off... He couldn’t help but wonder if he was having as much difficulty with self-control as he was...
Loki leaned back on his bed and waved his hand in the air. Slowly the illusion of Grace straddling him came into focus. She said no dolls, and while illusions didn’t state him in the same way, they were the best and only thing he could use; and the Gods knew he needed it... The rehearsal was for the Coming of Age Ceremony – minus the actual magic from Odin – and Loki was almost certain he wouldn’t last the whole rehearsal if he didn’t release before and after...
“Uncle...” the translucent Grace pouted, her weightless hands moving over his chest. A low groan rumbled in Loki’s chest, his hands moving through her thighs to pull his aching member free from his pants.
“Ride me.” He ordered while reaching for a small bottle of moisturiser from his bedside table.
“You won’t feel it.” Damn his mind...
“Do it.” He snarled while taking hold of his member with his slick hand. Grace smirked, removed her lavish gowns, and slowly began to move up and down on Loki’s lap. A loud groan left Loki’s lips as his hand moved in time with her hips. “Faster.” He said while slowly rocking his hips up. Grace obeyed, and Loki could feel his climax nearing. He watched her face contort in fake pleasure, her round breasts bouncing, and listened to her voice calling his name over and over. “Grace... Grace...” he growled through gritted teeth.
“Loki-! Loki!” she moaned, sending him over the edge. His seed shot upwards and fell to his sheets and clothes. In his euphoric filled state, he was unable to continue the illusion, so Grace slowly faded away, but he didn’t care. He was relieved, his muscles were relaxed, and his mind was drifting peacefully. Okay... he should be able to handle the rehearsal...
“Just give me a minute!” Grace answered the non-stop knocking on her bathroom door.
“Okay, but hurry up!” Jane called. The teen sighed,
“Believe me, I’m trying...” She mumbled as she sunk further into the steaming bathwater, her hand slipping to her needy womanhood....
She cursed herself for agreeing to Loki’s terms... The constant touches she received from him helped her in situations like this, but after over two months without a caress, a kiss, or his pressure on her body, she found it nearly impossible to relieve herself... Her eyes fluttered shut as her finger pushed past her slick lower lips, her mind moving back to the first magic lesson she had...
Her finger was considerably smaller than Loki’s, but the memory of him was enough to light the fire in her stomach. A sharp gasp caught in her throat when her fingers moved towards the front of her inner walls.
“Loki...” she whimpered quietly as her eyes shut and free hand moved to roughly knead her breast and pinch her nipples. “Ah-,” her hand brushed against her clit as she began to move her hips and hand. She felt heat move to her cheeks. “Loki... Loki...” The more she said his name, the louder she became. The teens hand moved from her breast to her mouth, hoping to silence her moans, but it did little good... As good as the memory of Loki finger-fucking her was, Grace remembered that he stopped and pulled away, which stopped her pleasure dead. An irritable sigh built in her throat. That memory did her little good...
Grace silently groaned as her head fell back onto the bathtub; immediately she regretted that. Her head hit the bath with such incredible speed and velocity that she could feel the pain radiate all through her body. A soft yelp passed her lips and she sat up, clutching the intensely sore place on her head.
“Grace, come on!” Jane yelled while banging on the door.
“I said just give me a fucking minute!”
“What did you just say?!” Grace groaned and slid out of the bath.
“Nothing!” She growled while grabbing a towel. “I’m coming!”
The rehearsal was nothing short of what Grace had imagined. Nagging orders from her mother, soothing words from her grandmother, and small snickers from the staff when Loki was bold enough to point out the ridiculousness of someone’s proposed idea... But finally after two hours of arguing and do-overs, Odin dismissed everyone.
Loki immediately distanced himself from the rest of his family, needing a breather and time away from the allure of his niece. He silently cursed whoever decided to put her in a low cut dress... Who was the fool who decided to put her in a dress in the first place?! The bodice was tight around her slender waist, adding extra form to her plump breasts, and the skirt of the dress clung to her hips which allowed Loki to see every miniscule movement of her captivating lower regions... The raven haired prince sighed and quickly moved to the open balcony. He leaned on the cool stone railing before turning his attention to the gleaming city beneath him, hoping that it would distract him from the thoughts of bending Grace over, hiking her dress up, and impaling her with his ready manhood.
He took a deep breath and scanned the area. It was early in the afternoon, and there were very few people walking the streets or garden; even the guards seemed fewer in number than usual... The peaceful sound of wind rustling through trees and the soft chirps of birds helped to settle Loki’s mind - - however, his peace was short lived...
“I don’t think I’m gonna last...” A voice suddenly called, and Loki immediately knew who it was... A soft sigh left his lips and he turned around to look at Grace as she shuffled to stand next to him.
“It’s only two weeks, if you can’t manage that after ten, then you either have very selective self-control, or you’re only periodically attracted to me...” he looked away from the teen, too sure that the close quarters and seclusion would make him do something he would regret... Grace suppressed a sigh.
“...What’s it like?” Loki glanced at the young girl, confused by her seemingly scattered mind and questions.
“What’s what like?”
“Sex...” She said quickly. Loki’s eyes widened as her blue eyes met his green ones.
“What part of Heimdall’s long winded speech did you not understand?” he snarled bitterly.
“This is nothing more than a niece asking an uncle something she would be too freaked out to ask her parents...”
“Grace, do not-,”
“Please...” She turned and took a step, but didn’t allow herself another, fearing she would set upon Loki like the sex-hungry animal she was... “I have to know...” she wrapped her arms around her mid-section, attempting to hold herself back. “If you don’t tell me, then I’ll more than likely start something that will ruin everything for both of us...” Loki took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.
“Why?” Grace’s brows furrowed, slightly confused by his question. “Why do you suddenly need to know?” he said dully. The teen bit her lower lip,
“Because I haven’t been able to come in weeks.” A small smirk pulled at his lips. So she was having the same issues with urges as he was...
“It’s... It’s like nothing you will ever feel...” Loki closed his eyes as he tried to force Grace out of his mind. “A moment of purity and clarity, while also being surrounded by completely overwhelming euphoria and animalistic need...” he paused for a moment and looked the teen directly in the eyes, “but it’s on a completely new level when it’s actually with someone you love...” Loki could clearly see the red tinge to Grace’s cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. “The first experience with another person will either be wonderfully pleasant, or needy and awkward...” he smirked, “of course, it would all depend the experience of your partner...”
Grace stepped forward and firmly took hold of Loki’s wrist.
“Loki... I read up on a spell that allows the user to influence the thoughts of others, and-,”
“No.” he said before she had a chance to continue.
“Heimdall said that you couldn’t touch me... Please... Just once every other day...” she begged.
“No!” he growled, ready to dismiss any further advances, but then a thought occurred... “I have grown so tired over these past few weeks that I cannot maintain a barrier to protect my mind at night, I will not teach you how to enter my mind during the day as well.” Their eyes met for a moment before Loki left the balcony. A small smirk pulled at Grace’s lips.
The rest of the day passed far too slowly for Grace; it was filled with boring lessons and talks with her mother and father... but when night finally fell, she could barely contain her excitement, let alone fall asleep... However, when sleep finally found her, she was more than glad...
The last thing Grace remembered was the warm darkness of her bedroom... The warmth that surrounded her now was different... more intense and far less gentle on her skin, almost like the sun... Slowly her eyes cracked open. The sun was indeed overhead, along with fluffy white clouds. Grace sat up and took in her other surroundings.
She was sitting on a slowly descending slope of grass; a dark maze of trees was far to her right, a field of multi-coloured wildflowers to her left, and a large lake directly in front of her. The teen looked over her shoulder. At the top of the gentle slope was a flat, tiled area with old stone barriers and a gazebo in the same matching stone.
“How long do you intend to sit there?” Loki asked as he walked into her line of sight. A grin pulled at Grace’s lips, and quick as a flash she was up and stumbling towards the gazebo.
“What is this place?” she asked. The raven haired prince didn’t answer, instead he flicked his wrist in Grace’s direction and suddenly a thick, steel cage surrounded the teen; who managed to run straight into the bars while moving at full speed.
A loud groan echoed in the cage as Grace sat up.
“What the hell?!” She yelled while kicking the bars with her foot. She rubbed her sore face and ribs before standing. “Let me out.”
“First admit that you have no self-control...” while crossing his arms. Grace’s brows furrowed,
“I’ll let you out of the cage, if you admit that you lost...” Grace’s lips pulled downwards into a pout and she crossed her arms.
“Fine. You win. I have no self-control...” Immediately the cage disappeared. The teen moved forward,
“This is odd...” Grace said slowly while closely examining her hands. “Usually I feel more... imaginary than this...”
“It’s because I’m actually letting you in... Every other time you tried, I was fighting against your presence...” The raven haired prince explained dully. Grace examined her hands for a moment longer, but it was too long for Loki, and he quickly stepped forward. “Well, now that you’re here, what do you want?” he asked while slowly running his hands down her sides and choosing to settle on her hips. A small smile pulled at Grace’s lips as she hooked her hands around his neck,
“I don’t know... I can feel your hands now, but how far does the physical interaction reach?” Loki chuckled.
“For me? I would feel everything... But for you?” A small smirk pulled at his lips as he shook his head. Grace’s brows furrowed and she pouted,
“Why not?!” she whined. Loki pulled her hips to his.
“Because your body needs to experience it in real life before you can feel it in a dream...” Grace leaned forward and pressed her chest to Loki.
“That sucks...”she said with a sigh. “I guess this’ll have to do...” The teen rose onto her toes and locked her lips with Loki’s. The raven haired man smiled and wrapped his arms around the teen, agreeing completely with her choice. Grace pulled away,
“Wait... doesn’t that mean you could...” a faint blush coloured her cheeks.
“I could-?” He knew what she was thinking, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Doesn’t that mean that I could blow you, while you fuck me with your hand?”
“You won’t be able to orgasm,” Grace’s mouth fell open,
“W-What?! I’ve orgasmed before! Why? Why wouldn’t it work in a dream?!” Loki supressed the need to roll his eyes, instead choosing to lean down and press his lips firmly to hers, wanting to shut her up before she said anything else.
“You have only ever orgasmed from your own hand. You may get to the brink of release here, but you cannot finish. I cannot make you finish.” Grace muttered something under her breath and rested her head on Loki’s chest.
“Oh well... this will do just fine...” she mumbled while tightening her hold on Loki.
Over the past two months, Grace had found her sleep disrupted or virtually non-existent, but after spending a night like that with Loki, she found herself completely rejuvenated. The teen threw the covers from her face and sat up - - only to be tackled right back down into the beds awaiting warmth.
“SURPRISE!” a familiar voice yelled. Amongst the numerous limbs, tangled blankets and scattered pillows, Grace somehow managed to free herself from the bed; only to end up on the floor in a huffing heap. The teen looked to the brown haired woman who was making herself comfortable in the bed.
“D-Darcy?” Grace said. The Midgardian woman sat up with a large grin.
“What kind of greeting is that?!” the teen laughed, stood up, and dove on the woman, wrapping her arms around her chest. Darcy laughed and returned the hug. “That’s better.”
The embrace lasted only moments, when Jane’s calls reverberated down the hall Darcy shot up from the bed.
“I may be slightly lost... and may have also run away from Jane... Could you help me find my way back?” The teen stood and nodded,
“All you have to do is follow the screeching.” She murmured while taking hold of Darcy’s wrist and leading her out of the bedroom. “What are you doing here anyway?” Grace asked as they walked down the hallways. Darcy raised a slender brow,
“For your super-special-awesome ceremony-thinggie!” she said as she wrapped an arm around Grace’s shoulders. The teen laughed, but her joy was short lived.
“Darcy!” Jane said, relief washing over her tone. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” the queen-to-be trotted up to the two of them.
Grace looked over her mother’s shoulder to the raven haired man.
“So, logically, the first person you check with is Loki...” the teen stated dully, earning a glare of disapproval from Jane. Loki however seemed amused by their presence.
“So, you are the one they call Darcy...” his green eyes settled on the brown haired woman as he stepped forward casually. A smirk pulled at Darcy’s lips,
“Yep – and you must be the douche who failed miserably at not only world domination, but kidnap-,” Jane shot her a serious look and shook her head, telling her friend to shut up. Darcy’s brows furrows and she threw her hands up defensively. Jane’s glare deepened. Grace glanced between the two women while debating what drugs they were on...
“I much prefer Loki, God of Mischief.” Loki cut of their silent conversation.
“Really now?” she said with a laugh, “Well I was the one who nurtured little Grace’s mischievous side.” Darcy said with a long glance at Loki. Jane sighed,
“It’s nice to know you take some sort of responsibility...” she looked at her friend, then to her brother-in-law, and then back again. “Oh no, I forbid It.”
“What?” Darcy asked with a growing smirk.
“You know what.” Jane stated seriously. A guilty grin pulled at Darcy’s lips,
“Hey, hey, hey! I’m not going to jump into bed just because he’s cute!” she objected, but it was too late, Jane had already started ‘guiding’ her away from Loki.
Grace turned to her uncle, readying to say something, but she noticed the intense gaze he held on Darcy. The teen’s cheeks puffed slightly,
“Hey-,” She started. Loki’s eyes moved to her for a moment, before he followed after Jane and Darcy. Grace’s jaw clenched tightly and she skulked back to her room, silently cursing Loki and her mother. Why was he suddenly ignoring her!
Loki needed someone to quench his thirst, and the appearance of Darcy seemed perfectly timed. He hated leaving Grace the way he did, but she was wearing nothing but a flimsy, white night gown, which allowed her hardened nipples to poke through, and it was drove him mad from the moment he saw her. He needed release... A wicked smirk pulled at Loki’s lips when he saw Darcy slip away from Jane.
“This is going to be fun...” he murmured to himself before following after her.
Four days passed since Darcy arrived, and ever since then, Loki began shutting off his dreams from Grace; and she hated it... He had also spent time showing Darcy around and sneaking around with her, which also meant the teen didn’t have a chance to ask him what in the name of Hel he was doing... The added stress of her mother and father constantly looking over her shoulder didn’t help at all... Darcy wasn’t ‘easy’, but she could – given the right incentive – be swayed... and Grace was almost certain he had slept with her... The thought left a bitter taste in the teen’s mouth, so much in fact, she found herself unable to eat for almost an entire day.
“Are you not hungry?” Thor asked, concern filling his bright blue eyes. Grace looked down to her still full plate of food. She had spent the good part of an hour pushing the food around on her plate, trying not to glare at Loki.
“No, not really...” she replied.
“Trying to slim down so you look extra sexy in the dresses?” Darcy asked with a smirk. Grace giggled. As angry as she was with Loki, Grace could never stay angry with Darcy...
“Something like that.” The teen replied with a grin before turning to her father. “Can I be excused?” Thor hesitated for a moment before nodding.
Swiftly the teen slipped from the room and ran to one of the empty hallways, the few lit torches and the light from the moon and stars leading her way. When she reached was sure she was alone, she collapsed on the nearest seat with a huff. In the distance she could see the glimmer of the city beneath the palace. It held the teen’s attention for a little while, but when she felt a lingering presence behind her, her attention moved.
She looked over her shoulder, and when she caught sight of the raven haired prince, she let out an exhausted sigh.
“Can I do something for you, Prince Loki?” the last two words held more venom than she intended...
“What’s wrong with you?” Loki asked, crossing his arms. A scowl pulled at her lips.
“Don’t pretend you care.” She growled while standing to leave, but he quickly blocked her way.
“What’s your problem now?” Loki barked impatiently. Grace glared daggers at him,
“Nothing.” She spat, turning to head to her bedchambers.
“Don’t walk away from me.” The raven haired prince growled while stepping in front of Grace once again.
“Get out of my way.” She shoved Loki away and tried to walk passed, but he snagged her arm and pulled her into the shadows.
“I do not understand why you’re acting like such a child!”
“Well that’s because it’s what I am, right? I’m a child.” Grace replied bitterly. “Just leave me alone. I’m sure Darcy is already missing your company...”
“That’s what this is about?” he asked, disbelief colouring his features. When Grace didn’t reply, he thought it would be funnier to stir her emotions more. “Well, Darcy is better than the whorish wenches here, more refined, but in a far more mischievous way...” Loki paused for a moment, “and Jane seems to hate it... it’s a win-win situation.” The urge to slap the smug smirk from his face was strong, but Grace restrained herself.
“Is that the reason you play with me the way you do...? Because my mother won’t like it if she found out?” Loki sighed tiredly.
“I don’t have the patience to argue my intentions or motives with you...” he tried to slip away from the young girl.
When he started walking away, Grace panicked. She didn’t want him to return to Darcy... She didn’t want him to leave her...
“I-I’ll tell them what you did...” she blurted out without thinking. The raven haired prince froze and turned back to her. There was no turning back now... “I’ll tell them you made me to watch you with the servant girl, and that you forced yourself on me during all of our classes-,” before Grace had a chance to finish her thought, Loki teleported both of them into his darkened bedchambers and created a barrier around his room before turning back to the teen.
For a moment Grace was completely disorientated and had no clue where she was, but when Loki yanked her onto the bed and held her there, she clued on.
“You want to tell them that, fine; but I will have you once before that happens. Just to make sure your story is believable...” quickly he placed his hand around her throat and squeezed while forcing his way between her knees. “You want me to force you; then I will force you.” He tore the clothes from her body and curtly threw them on the floor. He then leaned down and roughly took her nipple into his mouth, and swirled the hardening bud with his tongue as his teeth bit into the flesh harshly.
“L-Loki, please - - stop, it hurts!” he released her nipple and trailed his tongue over her cleavage and neck. His hand then moved to knead the teens breast while the other teased the growing warmth between her legs, causing a soft mewl to build in her chest.
Loki finally pulled away, but the absence of his mouth on her body made her cheeks flush with hot need, and her body quiver with wanton anticipation.
“Do not threaten me Grace.” The raven haired prince tried to pull away more, but Grace couldn’t handle him any further away... No, she needed him closer.
“Loki-,” she gasped as she pulled him down on top of her by the collar of his shirt. “Fuck me, please.” Her breathing began to race as she waited for his answer.
“Please.” She all but groaned as her slender fingers trailed over his chest. “Please...” She leaned up and bushed her lips over his. “Take me... fuck me, Loki-,” she was cut off when the raven haired man pressed his lips roughly to hers.
Loki’s hands found her bra and quickly slid it from her small frame. The doll had momentarily quenched his need, but it was nothing in comparison to the real thing. Grace’s gasping breath, her muffled moans, and her hands skimming over his body... It all drove him mad. The raven haired man pulled back and made quick work of his pants and underwear before he was back a top the teen. Her legs hooked around his waist, allowing his hard member free access to her womanhood. His hand skimmed down and settled on her hip as he shifted his weight to his other arm and off of her body,
“This will hurt a little... Usually I would stretch you... but I cannot wait...” he said as he slowly pressed his length into her dripping folds.
He was not only longer, but also wider than the few fingers she was accustomed to taking. With only his head in her, her moans were uncontrollable and her vision splashed with white hot need.
“Relax...” he groaned loudly as he tried to push deeper. Grace’s back arched as her body attempted to take more of Loki’s dick, but the pain soon overtook her body’s excitement. The raven haired prince breathed out raggedly and he gingerly began to knead her breasts, attempting to put some form of pleasure back into her body. When he rocked forward, a cross between a pained scream and pleasure filled moan left her lips. The raven haired man groaned irritably.
Loki then sat up and lifted her onto his lap, attempting to force the last of his needy member into her. Grace hooked her thin arms around his neck and rested her head on his collarbone.
“I-Is it meant to hurt this much...?” she bit her lip as her inner walls gradually stretched to make room for him.
“Only the first time...” Loki replied breathlessly, his mind fighting his body’s need for friction. She then did something he hadn’t expected... She began to move, albeit slowly, up and down along his length. A moan emitted from her throat as her hips began to move faster. “Ah-,” Loki’s hand found her hips, making sure she took all of his length, while his hips also bucked upwards. The teen’s lips locked with Loki’s for a moment, before she had to pull back, a pained groan leaving her throat.
The raven haired prince forced the brunette girl back onto the bed and his thrusts slowed, allowing his thumb to simultaneously circle her clit.
“L-Loki...!” Her hips rolled forward into his hand. A low growl built in his throat, and his thrusts sped up, wanting the faster, deeper friction back; but he quickly found the need to constantly flick her clit irritating. He reached up, took her hand, and pressed it between her legs, allowing him to greedily knead her breasts and hungrily search her body while also quickening his thrusts.
Loki’s lips found her hardened nipple, and he once again took it between his teeth, making the teen gasp aloud. Grace moved her hand faster against her clit as her hips bucked upwards against Loki’s. The assault coming from the older man was driving Grace closer and closer to the edge. Every time he pulled out, she would sharply breathe in, and every time he pushed back in, a screaming moan would pass through her lips. Once again she could feel their energies mixing, and it doubled the pleasure they felt. They were both caught up in their own animalistic heat to realise the barrier crack and, eventually, shatter into thousands of dissolving pieces.
Grace wrapped her legs firmly around Loki, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her. She leaned up and forced her lips to Loki’s, before opening her mouth to allow his skilled tongue to explore. Each moaned into the others mouth,
“Hah-,” Loki groaned, “You’re so damn tight...” he said through gritted teeth. Grace removed her hand from her clit and pulled the raven haired man closer with both hands,
“Fuck me harder!” she huffed. Immediately Loki complied with her request, making Grace regret it almost as quickly.
The teen’s back arched on the bed, and she gnawed on her lower lip, trying to silence her screams. The quickened pace made it feel like he was splitting her in two, but soon enough it became pleasant, and Grace wanted more.
“Please, ah-,” she moaned, “Please come in me...” Loki groaned, fearing he would climax just from her request,
“No” he groaned. The teen’s hands found his face, and she brushed the loose hands from his eyes.
“Please,” her lips brushed against his. “Loki, come in me. Come in me...”
“No.” Loki moaned. He moved his hips faster and harder, hoping to silence her; but it didn’t.
“Uncle, please!” she sharply gasped as his member reached new depths within her. “Please, fill me... Fill me!” his hand moved to the crook of her neck, wanting to stop the unnecessary movement of her body, thus intensifying the pleasure both felt.
“Grace... Grace...” he moaned her name over and over before he roughly began sucking on her neck.
“Loki, Loki-,” with one final thrust, Loki sent her over the edge. “Lokiiii-,” Grace screamed as her womb shuddered and her inner walls collapsed around Loki’s manhood. Had it not been for Loki, Grace probably would have flailed around like a fish out of water, but thanks to him, she managed to stay under some form of control. The strong and constant constricting of her wet womanhood sent Loki over the edge. He groaned Grace’s name under his breath and just managed to pull out of her before he released.
Loki’s hot seed sprayed over Grace’s womanhood and stomach. His hand slipped down to his still engorged member, ensuring he was completely spent before he allowed the teen to lay back and relax. Loki’s green eyes moved downwards. Two small spots of blood had fallen onto the bed sheets, almost like lasting evidence that Loki had claimed Grace for himself. However, he would deal with cleaning his sheets later, the young girls warmth was too enticing to pass up.
Loki eased his already relaxed muscles as he moved to lie down beside Grace before he pulled her exhausted body closer.
“Have you slept with Darcy?” Grace mumbled. His emerald eyes moved to the brunette,
“No...” he started. “She is surprisingly resilient... and denied every advance I made...” Grace couldn’t help but smile.
“Good.” She said with heavy eyes as her hand moved over Loki’s smooth chest. She tried to force the smile from her lips, but she knew she was losing.
“Do you find something amusing?” he asked with a small smirk.
“Tell me... Do you shave, or wax?” she mirrored his smirk before it turned into a full blown grin.
“Would you prefer it if I had hair on my chest?” he asked with a raised brow.
“No.” she answered quickly.
“Oh? Why not?”
“I just don’t like the idea of running my hand through a mat of chest hair... Shave or wax?”
“Magic.” Grace’s brows furrowed.
“You’re kidding... right?” Loki shrugged.
“It’s quicker, easier and cleaner... but that aside, Frost Giants have far less hair than Asgardian’s...” Loki said as he slowly traced patterns into Grace’s shoulder.
“Wait... Frost Giant? Like, from Jotunheim?”
“You didn’t know?”
“No... I read that you were adopted, and that Frigga didn’t like keeping the truth from you... but that was all... she didn’t mention anything about your true parents...” Loki chuckled bitterly.
“I suppose she did that just in case I found her journals... Tell me Grace...” He closed his eyes and allowed his true form to become visible. “You have lain with a Frost Giant Prince and true King of Jotunheim... Does that thought repulse you?” Grace retracted her arm as the icy cold touch of Loki’s blue skin sunk deep into her.
The teen’s eyes lifted to Loki’s face. His forehead and cheeks had a fine ridge of unique detailing that led down to his chest and other areas of his bight grey-blue body, and his eyes were a shining crimson red that bore into her soul. “Do I repulse you?” he asked. Grace’s hand ran along the raised ridges on Loki’s chest, a cool tremor ran down her spine when her fingers first made contact. She shook her head.
“No... No, Loki, you don’t...” he fingers gingerly traced his jawline before the brunette leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his cool lips. “I would never be repulsed by you, no matter what form you took...” Loki’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her back into a kiss far deeper than before, but Grace was quick to pull away, “-but you are extremely cold.” She added quickly while trying to warm her nearly frozen skin. The raven haired man chuckled,
“Sorry...” he said before turning back into his Asgardian form and pulling Grace to his now warm chest. “Better?”
An abrupt knock came from the door. Both Loki and Grace sat up, though Loki did it without the slightly pained whimper. They had expected to be caught... but not that quickly...
“Loki... Grace...” Frigga called. The teen’s mouth fell open and her breath hitched. “You don’t have very long... Heimdall has already gone to inform Odin...” Grace’s hand moved to her mouth, trying to force back the nausea she felt. Loki wrapped a protective arm around her, but it was already too late. The situation was too real... Up until then it had all been a daze-like blur of fantasies. She thought... She didn’t even know what she thought... But at that moment she realised that the idea of her parents – and grandparents – actually accepting anything either of them had done was nothing more than a dream... She had ruined not only her life, but Loki’s as well...
“I’m sorry Loki... I-I shouldn’t have done this to you...” she was only whispering to start with, but the words quickly faded into soft sobs. The raven haired man quickly wrapped the sheets and blankets around her tiny form before slipping on his underwear and returning to her side to hold her tightly.
“Hush... Grace, hush...” The teen wrapped her skinny arms around Loki and continued to sob into his chest. Loki let out a hearty sigh. “The door is open mother.” he called.
“Are you two decent?” The raven haired prince could hear the smile on Frigga’s lips, but he couldn’t enjoy nor acknowledge the intended acceptance she had expressed for them within her words, he was too busy dealing with the sobbing teen in his arms.
Frigga cautiously entered the room, but when she caught sight of Grace, her smile fell.
“By the God’s Loki, you didn’t force her did you?” she asked, rushing to the side of the bed.
“She was fine until you came to the door.” He explained, trying to coax her from his chest, but the presence of Frigga within the room sent Grace’s anxiety into overdrive. As soon as Loki had finished the sentence, both he and the queen understood the young girl’s sudden change in mood.
“Grace...” Frigga started softly. Usually she would have reached forward to comfort her, but Loki was clearly the best comfort for her at the moment... Plus, the idea of being on a bed her son and granddaughter had just finished their first night of passion in wasn’t all that appealing. “Grace you needn’t worry as you do...” Grace only tightened her hold on Loki.
“Everyone will know... And they’ll send him back to prison... If father doesn’t kill him first...” the teen managed to choke out. Frigga and Loki sighed softly, knowing full well that what she said was true.
“I do not care who knows Grace...” The raven haired man started.
“Yes you do.” She snapped back quickly. Loki bit back the need to argue with her,
“Grace...” he took a moment to think over his next words. “It doesn’t matter now... Soon everyone will know about this, there is no use in crying over it now.” Slowly the brunette’s tears began to dry up, both comforted and surprised by Loki’s words. The two of them had argued, bantered, thrown sexually intended comments, flirted, and even gone through the thralls of intense passion together... but this was the first time he openly showed his concern for her... Hell, his words even surprised the woman who raised him.
“How long do we have?” Loki asked the very question Grace was dreading.
“A few minutes...” Frigga replied. The raven haired man turned his attention back to Grace.
“You’re going to have to let go...” Loki stated.
“No I most certainly do not.” Grace said sternly. Loki and Frigga smirked.
“Pray tell, why not?” the raven haired man asked.
“Because this way when father turns up, he won’t be able to kill you straight away...” Loki chuckled and kissed the top of her head,
“I think if he finds you naked in my bed, no force in The Nine Realms will be able to stop that...” he whispered into her ear. “Go get dressed...” he added.
“How? You tore my clothes, remember?” Loki could immediately feel the disapproving stare his mother was giving him, but he ignored it.
“Go wear mine. They’ll obviously be too big, but it’s better than nothing...” Begrudgingly Grace pulled away from Loki, wrapped a sheet around her body and quickly ran into the bathroom to change.
Loki moved to his clothes that were unceremoniously thrown onto the ground during their haze of passion and quickly re-dressed before straightening the sheets and pillows on his bed.
“Please tell me you weren’t out there the entire time...” Loki said as he threw the last pillow into place.
“No dear, I most certainly wasn’t... I was occupying Heimdall while you two were... busy...”
“So he was watching us the entire time, and he politely informed you when we were finished?”
“No... Your cloaking spell shattered halfway through apparently... But that doesn’t matter. What has happened is better than the alternative...”
“What was the alternative?”
“Thor, Odin and Jane storming your room in the middle...” Loki sighed tiredly.
“What’s the likelihood this will turn out well?”
“You know I can’t tell you...”
“I’m not asking what you’ve seen. I’m asking what your motherly intuition is telling you...” Frigga thought it over for a moment,
“That Grace will follow you, no matter how this night ends...” Loki took a steadying breath and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Do you approve of this?”
“A part of me says what you are doing is wrong...” she started, “but a larger part of me wants both of you to be happy...”
“That wasn’t an answer...” Loki said with a pleading smile.
“I neither condemn, nor condone your actions Loki...” she started. “I have seen the possibility for peace and I have seen the possibility of war in your futures... I’d hoped that by watching over the two of you, the former would come to pass... but now I am not sure...” The queen walked over to her son and placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing his eyes to meet with his own. “I am simply happy the two of you have found someone you can lean on, regardless of the future...”
Suddenly the doors slammed open.
“Loki! Tell me this is not true.” Thor hollered as he stepped into his brother’s room. Frigga’s hands dropped from Loki cheeks, allowing him to glance at the blond prince. Almost immediately he lowered his gaze with a sigh. Anger bubbled under Thor’s skin, and he took a sharp breath in, “Tell me you have not deflowered my daughter...” the strain in Thor’s voice made Frigga cringe. “Brother, answer me!” he stepped forward, snagged Loki’s shirt collar and hauled him to his feet. “Tell me this was some sick joke to get attention! Tell me that my own brother did not claim my daughter!”
“He cannot...” Odin said from the doorway. “Even the God of Lies and Mischief cannot deceive Heimdall’s sight... he can hide from it... but not deceive...” Tears of anger and shock bubbled in Thor’s cerulean blue eyes as he tightened his hold on Loki’s shirt.
“Tell me this is not true...” he was pleading this time.
“I cannot...” he started. “I have lied more than enough in my life, but this is something I will not lie about.” Suddenly Thor swung forward with all of his might, his fist connecting harshly with his brother’s face, sending him to the floor.
Loki let out a pained groan as he haphazardly wiped the blood from his face.
“I deserved that...” he admitted solemnly as he slowly made his way onto one knee.
“You deserve that and so much more!” Jane screamed as she entered the room, ready to kick Loki to the ground, but Thor stopped her before she could reach to him. “After everything you’ve done. Invading Earth, murder, kidnapping, this – this – is the lowest you could have come.” The mortal woman growled as she fought against her husband’s hold. “Not only is she underage, but she’s your niece, Loki. Your niece!”
“I do not pretend to ask for forgiveness...” He said while slowly making his way to his feet.
“And you shall not receive it!” Jane spat.
“Enough!” Odin roared, cutting everyone off. “Guards... arrest him, and take him to the throne room so he can await his punishment...”
Two guards stepped forward, ready to handcuff Loki, but before they had the chance, Grace moved from her hiding place and threw herself between the guards and Loki.
“Grace, what are you doing?!” Jane half whispered, half yelled at her daughter. Grace bit her lower lip nervously, not knowing how to respond...
“You have to let them take me...” Loki said as he placed his hand on her back, making sure Thor, Jane and Odin were unable to see the small gesture of affection.
“No...” she said, lowering her gaze from her parents.
“Grace-,” Loki started,
“No!” quickly the teen turned and wrapped her arms around her uncle’s chest. Loki suppressed his exasperated sigh and held her tightly; ignoring the stare of disgust he was receiving from Jane. The raven haired man then looked to his brother. Straightaway Thor knew only he would be able to pry Grace away from Loki... It pained Thor to admit it, but he could see the love in Loki’s eyes, and he knew he couldn’t tear himself away... The God of Thunder took a deep breath, released Jane, and stepped towards the teen.
“Grace...” Thor called as he placed his large hand on her shoulder however his gesture only made her tighten her hold on Loki. “Grace...” he repeated, sterner than before. Loki forcibly unhooked one of her arms from his body and begrudgingly passed it to Thor.
Grace’s arm acted like a leash, and Thor was able to guide her away from Loki – which was also when he noticed the steady stream of tears running down her cheeks. Silent sobs wracked her body as Thor tightened his hold on her daughter.
“Shh... Grace...” The blond man turned to Grace was unable to see the guards leading Loki away, well, that was what he had hoped...
“N-No, Loki!” Grace fought against her father’s hold, but ultimately lost.
“Grace, stop this now...” the blond man said, but he knew his words would do little good... “Mother...” he moved the attention from Grace to Frigga, hoping it would at distract his daughter. “How long have you known?” The queen took a moment to think over her response, not because she didn’t know, but because she knew no matter how she phrased it, no one in the room would take kindly to it.
“Since the first moment I saw them in the same room...”
“You’ve known, for five months?” Thor asked with raised eyebrows.
“How long have they been-,” Jane took a deep breath in, trying to calm her rage. “How long have they been sleeping together?” she asked, nearly on the verge of tears.
“Only tonight...” Frigga said before turning her gaze to Odin. “My dear, do not punish Heimdall for keeping their indiscretion from you for so long... It was at my order that he report to me for frivolous flirting...”
“Then it’s your fault he was able to do this...” Jane spat,
“No, mother, it’s not grandmother’s fault!” Grace grumbled.
“Don’t worry; no matter whose fault it is, you’ll still never see him again!” Tears returned to Grace’s eyes.
“W-What?” the teen stuttered.
“Should he ever be released from the dungeons, I will ensure he will never see him again.”
“Jane...” Thor stepped forward.
“No, I will not have him around her ever again.” Jane’s breathing was ragged, and Thor became torn between his daughter and wife. He would have embraced them both, like he did when Grace was young, but he knew Grace wouldn’t stand for her mother to be that close...
Taking advantage of Thor’s momentary lack of focus, the teen ripped herself away from her father’s grip, and ran out the door. She heard everyone call for her, but she didn’t stop, nor did she turn and return to Loki’s bedroom... Instead she ran to the only place she could begin to feel comfortable... To the cliffs Loki had taken her to that first week...
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