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The next few mornings were quite similar.

Loki would bring me breakfast in bed and bring different bouquets that were placed on my nightstand. My soon-to-be husband was ever so sweet to me.

"How is our little bundle of joy doing this morning?" he asked as he sat down next to me.

I had not yet grown tired of the ridiculous nickname he gave my child. It was quite adorable actually.

"They have been twisting and turning all night, keeping me up for hours. Such a mischievous little creature," I said looking down at my stomach.

Other than the usual morning sickness, I could feel them grow and move in the nights. It was almost painful, yet it brought me such joy to think of.

"A true Lokison," he laughed.

A Lokison? His words bothered me a bit. On more than one occasion had he mentioned if the child was his or not, but the only way for us to know would be their appearance at birth or if I was to ask the all-mother, which of course was out of the question.

Loki kissed me on the shoulder, as usual, it had almost become a morning ritual. It was as if he would not survive without placing his lips on my shoulder in the morning.

"I must say, you continue to outdo yourself with these meals, love. Are you sure you haven't stolen them from the baker as we used to when we were younger?" I asked, teasing him lightly.

There was no way he would have time to learn to cook or bake with all his training and lessons.

"Do you think so little of me, darling?" Oh, he almost seemed hurt. Had I said something to offend him?

My heart couldn't bear seeing him like this. I placed my plate on the tray and reached forward to kiss him. It wasn't a long kiss, but I could feel his lips curl into a smile at the gesture.

"Just what I was hoping you would do," he said with a devious smirk.

"Oh you sneaky bastard," I giggled.

We had not taken things further than a bit of light touching here and there, but I felt how my body was aching for his touch. I knew he was the one that had satisfied me those times disguised as Thor, there was no way my former husband knew how to please me the same way Loki did.

Loki pulled me into a kiss once more, this time with more passion.

I placed my hand on his neck, and I heard something similar to a faint moan. Was he in as desperate a need as I was? Maybe this was my chance to test the waters a bit.

My hand traveled down from his neck onto his torso which caused him to deepen the kiss.

I felt a hand on my thigh, and although the hand was on the outside of my nightgown it caused my skin to form goosebumps.

Without thinking, my hand traveled further down his body, gracefully feeling its way down his well-defined abs. He truly was shaped by the gods. My hand made its way down to Loki's belt, but before I could go any further, the hand that had previously been placed on my thing had moved to my own wrist and snatched my hand away.

"My, my, what indecent thought you have, darling. We are still four days from being wed and you can't keep your hands to yourself?" he asked.

It still amazed me how his words could have such an effect on my body. My thighs clenched together and my face turned red. Why did I act like that before our wedding night? It was against tradition.

"Then again," he whispered. "I have taken you before, so who am I to deny you this lewd request of yours?"

My eyes widened as he spoke. Was he suggesting we break tradition? Then again, as he had said himself, we had been intimate before although I was unaware of that at the time, so we had in theory already broken tradition.

I didn't get to respond. Before I could even open my mouth, Loki had pulled me into another kiss, but this time he seemed full of desperation and hunger. My hands tangled themselves into his soft raven locks as his own found their way back to my thigh and my neck.

I couldn't help but moan a slight bit as I felt his hand move further up my thigh.

Loki's fingers snuck under my nightgown, moving towards my folds, but the second before his fingers found my sensitive spot there was a knock on the door.

For some reason, I pulled away from Loki as soon as I heard. It was as if we were secret lovers meeting at midnight only to be caught.

"I left specific orders that I was not to be disturbed," Loki growled.

He was clearly as annoyed at the disturbance as I was.

A guard opened the door slightly, just enough for his head to stick through.

"King Loki, the board members await you. They expressed the urgency of your presence," the guard said.

Did he have to leave me like this? I was a quivering mess from the mere touch of his hand and now he was to attend a meeting? This has to be a cruel joke of some sort, surely he couldn't just leave me like this.

"I shall attend the meeting once I have had my breakfast. Tell them I shall be there within the hour," Loki snarled.

Something unexpected lit up in me. Seeing the normally quiet and passionate prince I had grown to know and love had turned into a complete stranger, somehow made me more aroused. The glint in his eyes was not the one of a peaceful man, but a starved animal. It made me scared yet curious.

"This meeting is of the most urgent-" the guard was cut off.

"I said leave us!" Loki yelled.

The guard apologized and quickly left.

Loki had not yet turned to face me, his eyes were still fixed on the door as if he was afraid someone would disturb us once more.

"Take off your nightgown, darling," he said.

His words caught me by surprise, I had not expected him to speak to me like that. His voice didn't have the slightest hint of passion, it was more of a cold and angry man. I did not get the chance to protest before he stood up and walked toward the other room.

"I expect you to be nude when I return. You have approximately five minutes to do so," he said, turning his head slightly in my direction.

Again, I had no chance to speak as he was gone the second after.

I was left sitting in bed, confused as to what had just happened. What filled my head, even more, was the question of whether I should do as he had told me to, or stand my ground and show him I was not just some maid who was forced to do as he ordered.

No, Loki wouldn't get the chance to order me around, I was his fiancee and not some lower-class servant. Instead of undressing, I continued eating my breakfast, thanking the gods for such delicacies.

I had almost finished my meal before Loki returned. He had switched from his formal attire to a white shirt which he had not bothered to button and some loose-fitting black pants. Was he wearing anything underneath his pants?

I heard him sigh as he walked toward me, but my gaze was still locked on his clothes. Who knew what this man was hiding under those pieces of cloth.

"I am truly disappointed. Can't you even follow a simple order from your king? How am I expected to rule an entire kingdom when my own bride won't listen to me?" he asked.

At this point, Loki had placed himself at the foot of the bed, his eyes full of hunger. His dominant gaze sent a shiver down my spine. What was this man doing to me? Fuck, it was difficult to maintain eye contact when he stood like that, arms crossed and a smirk on his face that made me imagine unforgiving scenarios.

"Are you going to undress for me, princess?" he asked.

Damn it, I hated the effect he had on me, although I secretly loved it. I didn't dare answer him, I was too focused on my growing arousal.

"No? Well, I guess I will have to remove it myself," he said.

With a flick of his hand, my nightgown was gone and I was left in the bed completely nude. I tried my best to cover my body with my hands but he didn't seem to care in the slightest.

"L-Loki, dearest, were you not supposed to attend a meeting? It would be foolish to keep the council waiting," I stuttered.

I could feel the cold air making my nipples harden. I just hoped Loki had not noticed the state I was in. It was truly pathetic. I heard a slight chuckle as I felt a hand on my ankle. The light touch made my body shiver, once again, my body had betrayed my mind as it was clear how weak and desperate I was.

I felt Loki's hand pulling my ankle towards himself, slightly forcing my legs open. I wouldn't be fooling anybody if I was to say that my legs didn't spread on their own.

"In case you did not hear what I told the guard, I intend to eat my breakfast first. You have gotten your delicious pastries and berries, but my hunger is growing stronger every time I see you. You, darling, are my breakfast, and I won't take no for an answer. I know you desire this as much as I do," he said as he placed a light kiss on my inner thigh.

His words made me squirm a bit. Was it that obvious that I craved his touch?

I whimpered as he continued trailing kisses up my thigh, getting closer to my core every time his lips found their way onto my flesh.

He was a few inches away from my clit. I could feel his warm breath on my most sensitive spot, but he paused. The feeling of his soft lips had caused me to grow wet and he was admiring his work. It was as if he wanted my consent before he dug into my flesh as if he needed to hear me beg for some kind of release. The empty feeling I was left with was almost painful. I needed him to fuck me, to cover me in light bruises and marks. I needed him to claim me as his.

"P-please, Loki," I whispered. The wait was becoming overbearing.

My silent plea was all it took. In less than a few seconds, I felt his hot tongue on my sensitive clit.

I had to cover my mouth to not moan loudly, fuck, his silver tongue was like no other. I fell back onto the bed. My body was not able to support my weight at the moment.

I gave up covering the dirty sounds that fell from my lips, it was of no use. Not when being with someone as skilled. Instead, my fingers found their way into his raven locks, pulling a slight bit in his hair every time he found that overly sensitive spot. The movement made him groan, causing vibrations to go through my entire body which only intensified the feeling.

Looking down at the god between my legs, our eyes met. The dominant glint in his eyes told me I had no say in what would happen or how long it would last. It didn't frighten me, I knew he would never harm me, that I was in safe hands.

Loki pulled himself away from me, which caused me to whine. I already missed the feeling of his tongue sliding over my dripping cunt. I saw him sucking on two of his long digits, not breaking eye contact at any point. Not even when running his fingers through my slit.

"That's not very nice," I managed to say.

But right as I spoke he pushed both fingers inside of me with ease. A simple curse word was all I managed to say.

My reaction caused a wide grin to form on his face. He took pride in seeing me this weak, I knew it. It was flattering that my weak body could make the god of mischief smile like when he had stabbed his brother as a child. Most people didn't get to see Loki smile like this. It was a rare occasion for most people, which made me even more proud of myself.

After pumping his fingers in and out of my wet cunt, his tongue returned to my throbbing clit. His movements made me see stars, and I was sure for a second that I had died and was sent to Valhalla.

It only took a few minutes for me to get close. Each movement brought me closer to cumming, and his tongue was yet to show me any sort of mercy.

"L-Loki, fuck, I'm so close," I stuttered. I wish I had not said those words, because when I did he pulled his fingers from me as well as his tongue.

I heard a sadistic chuckle from below me as he rose up from the foot of the bed. I saw him dry off my juices that had made their way onto his chin, shit, how in all the nine realms was that of all things erotic?

Loki climbed on top of me slowly as he made his way up towards my head. When our faces were inches from each other, he bent forward, his lips next to my ear.

"Had you not been with child, I would not have been as gentle to you as I intend on being," he said. His voice was raspy and his words made me blush.

I tried closing my legs, but his knees held me in place, forcing me to expose my cunt to any man or woman who dared enter our chamber that very second. Loki bent down further and kissed me on my neck. The feeling of his lips gently caressing my skin was quickly replaced by the feeling of his teeth sinking lightly into my flesh. His hand traveled down to caress my leg as he began marking my neck.

He placed my leg around his waist, hungrily grabbing as much skin as he could, sinking his nails into my complexion and creating half-moons with his nails.

I was too overwhelmed to notice he had removed his clothes with magic as he did mine. It wasn't until I felt his cock press against my abdomen I realized nothing was separating our bodies.

Loki pulled himself away a slight bit, enjoying the marks on my neck he had created.

"You truly are beautiful, darling," he said with a soft smile.

It was as if the romantic side of him had found its way onto the surface again for a moment. However, that moment was short-lived as his mischievous self returned a second later.

"Oh, I am going to fuck you senseless, you little brat. You deserve that for disobeying your king," he teased.

I was a bit worried, but at the same time, his words thrilled me quite a bit. Finally, I would get what I deserved. Finally, I would get to cum.

My eyes were focused on nothing but Loki's cock as he slowly stroked it. I licked my lips, the sight almost made me drool. He certainly was bigger than his brother, it was almost embarrassingly obvious.

Loki placed himself at my entrance, covering his head with my juices. He was teasing me for sure.

In response, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him towards me. We both gasped at the feeling of one another. I myself was surprised I could even fit all of his length inside of me on the first try.

Loki collapsed onto me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. He didn't dare to move at first, I knew he was afraid that he would break me, despite the fact I was not made of glass.

"Fuck, darling, you're so tight," I heard him groan.

My fingers tangled themselves into his raven locks once more. We just laid there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of him stretching my insides. I had missed this feeling during the past few weeks. Thor was nothing compared to his brother.

Loki slowly began moving, warming up my muscles. However, I knew this wouldn't last long. He was too eager to continue the slow pace he had set.

I could hear him mutter a curse word here and there, it was obvious he was holding back for my sake, but I was starting to grow impatient.

"Loki, I am not made of porcelain. I'm not going to break," I complained.

I heard his ever-so-soothing laugh as he lifted himself off of me, still going at a relatively slow pace. He placed one of his hands on my cheek, running his thumb over my lips.

"What is it you're trying to say, darling?" he asked. Oh, he was so sure that I had given him full control.

"I want you to fuck me as you mean it, damn it. How can someone as wise be so thick-skinned?" I whined.

To my luck, he picked up his pace, holding onto my throat as he thrusted into me. His harsh movements made my eyes roll back in pure euphoria and I thanked him in between moans.

I could feel my orgasm building once more, this time I decided not to say anything until the very last second. I wouldn't risk him denying me another orgasm.

Somehow Loki was able to go even faster, reaching a god-like speed as he continued hitting deep within me, reaching just the right spot. He was in his own world, nothing I could say or do would be able to pull him out of the trance he had entered.

I was close to exploding. My walls started to spasm as I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Fucking Hel, darling, if you keep on twitching like that I won't be able to last much longer," he moaned.

Those words sent me over the edge. I couldn't help but moan his name as I came while holding onto his broad shoulders, looking for any way of supporting myself. He could feel that I was cumming for sure.

I barely got time to come down from my high before he had spun both of us around so I was on top of him, making his cock somehow reach even further inside of me. I didn't hesitate and began riding him as if my life depended on it.

Loki looked almost proud of me as I bounced up and down his member, taking as much of him as I could.

"Oh I love it when you scream my name darling, I think I might just make you do it again," he said as he placed his finger on my clit, moving his thumb in a circular motion.

As fast as I had gotten down from my high, another orgasm was beginning to build. The feeling made me go faster, and I could hear Loki's breathing become more uneven. He was getting close, just like I was.

"D-don't you dare stop you vixen," he stuttered as his other hand held tightly onto my thigh.

The pleasure was becoming too much. Without warning I came a second time, my walls grabbing onto Loki's cock like one would never believe was possible. My mind was still foggy as I felt Loki thrusting into me, but his movements quickly became sloppy. He pulled me into the last kiss before he came inside of me, moaning against my lips.

We stayed like that for a moment, him still inside of me and our foreheads connected to one another. It was peaceful, none of us said a thing. We were both recovering from such an intense moment.

I had never experienced such intimacy. It was as if I had never been touched, hadn't felt loved, hadn't felt noticed, until now. Loki had seen me for me, had loved me for the weird and damaged person I was, and had accepted every part of my soul and body.

"By the gods, I have not experienced such passion before. Thank you, darling," Loki sighed.

I let out a light giggle. He was thanking me? That sure was something new.

"I love you, Loki Odinson," I said, beginning to feel slightly tired.

"And I love you, (Y/N)" he responded.

Loki lifted me off of him and went to grab some wet towels to clean me off with. He was so caring and considerate, it warmed my heart. He would make a great dad, he had that loving side to him that would surely grow even more when he held our child. That is if it was our child.

The thought was killing me. At that moment while Loki was finishing cleaning me I decided that I needed to speak to the all mother. I needed to come clean about the affair and ask her about the paternity of my child.

"Thank you, my prince, you sure are my knight in shining armor," I said. The last part came out like a light laugh, thinking of him in his armor defending my honor.

Loki walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead before looking me straight in the eyes, his soft and loving expression had returned.

"I will do anything for you, my queen." Oh, his smile was so charming. It was melting me from the inside.

Then I remembered. Loki still had a meeting to attend, which sounded rather important.

"Loki, my prince, do not forget about your meeting with the council. You must attend," I urged.

Loki exhaled loudly, clearly annoyed he was forced to attend a meeting instead of being by my side. He stood tall and with a flick of his hand he was once again in his formal attire, looking as handsome as ever. His facial expressions were those of a man who had no joy in life and wanted nothing but power. It was intriguing to watch him transform in such a way.

"I love you, darling," he said with a faint smile before exiting the door.

I was once again alone in our chambers. This time I was determined to talk to the all mother, but I needed a shower first. It would be indecent to show in front of the queen looking like a common where and smelling like such as well.

The warm water had done wonders to my sore muscles, but the bruises Loki had left on my neck would not disappear as easily. I decided that I would just use magic to hide the marks. My body still felt weak from the intense pleasure I had been exposed to a few hours prior.

I went into the wardrobe and found a decent-looking green dress. The color of the dress was the same as the emeralds in the ring Loki had given me. I didn't need a crown to feel like royalty. The ring I bore which symbolized Loki's love for me was more than enough, it made me feel like the ruler of all of the nine realms without even sitting on the throne.

I looked in the mirror one last time, taking a deep breath.

Now was the time. I was about to march into the healing chambers where Odin was deep in his slumber and ask the queen of Asgard if she somehow could figure out the paternity of my child, admitting to having an affair with my husband's brother before my husband was exiled.

There was no turning back, and I knew I had to ask before I changed my mind and just stayed in bed, waiting for Loki to return from his meeting.

"All-mother?" I asked as I peeked my head through the large wooden door.

I saw Frigga turn to me, her eyes were red, almost like blood. It was clear that she had been crying before I had arrived.

"What is it, my dear?" she asked as she whipped a tear from her cheek.

I didn't respond at first, I just walked over and sat by her side.

"My condolences. All around the realm, the people are praying for the all-father's recovery." It was easier to start off the conversation by comforting the queen.

She had very few people to go to. Her oldest son was exiled, her husband had fallen into the Odinsleep, and her youngest son was not only ruling the realm on his own, but he was also planning our wedding.

"Thank you, (Y/N), but as much as it means to see you here, I know my emotions aren't what brought you into these chambers. What is it that you wish to know?" she asked. The queen didn't even bother to look at me as she spoke, her eyes were still locked with her husband's lifeless body.

"It is both a confession as well as a question, my queen."

The all-mother did not respond, she didn't need to. During her years as queen, she had learned when to listen, and when to speak.

"When I was married to Thor, we had moments where he would seem like a different person. He... Thor wasn't himself when we were intimate. He would take me in very public places, a-and I wasn't sure what was going on; but then one day, in the library, I find myself facing another man. It had never been Thor, taking such risks while being intimate, it was Loki, taking the form of my husband to get close to me. I, uh, I didn't tell Thor at first, I had told Loki it could never happen again, and when Thor confronted Loki about what I had said, Loki said it was a simple illusion to make sure Thor was fulfilling his duty as my husband." The truth was painful. I felt so ashamed.

"Then, I found out I was with child, and my world fell apart. There was no way I could know if Thor was the father of my child or not, a-and then he was exiled, and Loki promised to raise my child as if it was his own. I fell in love with him, he treats me like no other, but..." the words were stuck in my throat. Re-living the past few months was painful, I had never expected to go through so much in such short time.

Frigga finally turned to me, forcing a slight smile to form on her face.

"I know of the things he has done in the past, my dear. He confessed his feelings for you before you were even of age. The past hundred years he has spent chasing you, spending every moment awake with you, thinking about you, leaning with you. Without you, he is nothing, he never was, and he never will be," she said with a shy smile.

I was sure she was thinking of either the times Loki had talked about me, or when she herself was young, living in the moment with the all-father, and although she still seemed a bit gloomy, her sweet words brought tears to my eyes. Had he loved me for that long? How had I not seen the signs? I would have accepted his hand in marriage instead of Thor's had I known.

"Queen Frigga, with all due respect, I come in hope that you can tell me if Loki is the father of my child. I cannot wait until I give birth to know if my child will be named after the man I truly love or the man I made myself believe that I loved. Please?" I whispered.

I was afraid she would turn me down, that she would have too much going on to be able to read my energy and vitals.

It took her a moment, but she eventually agreed. I was relieved that the all-mother had agreed to tell me the paternity of my child. We had sat across each other, holding hands to connect the energy flowing between us.

I was told to close my eyes and think of my child. To visualize him or her running towards me, learning to walk, any scenario that could bring out that motherly feeling in me.

"What a beautiful child, my dear," the queen said, sounding cheerful.

She could see my baby? I envied her, I wanted to see my child so badly, but I was forced to wait until they were born. The queen let go of my hands, encouraging me to open my eyes once more.

"There is no doubt my dear. I have only seen those raven locks once, back when my son was born. This is most definitely a Lokidöttir," she said with a big smile.

A Lokidöttir? Not only did I know that Loki was indeed the father of my child, but I also knew we would be expecting a beautiful little girl to run around, causing mischief like her father. Oh, it warmed my heart so much.

"Thank you, my queen. Words cannot describe how relieved I am feeling at the moment," I said, unable to hide the happiness that was flowing from my veins.

Then a second later, I returned back to reality. How long had it been since the queen had eaten? She looked ever so pale.

"Shall I fetch you some food when dinner is served, my queen? It won't be a problem to have the maids prepare a plate for you, and I can bring it here so you won't have to leave the all-father's side," I suggested.

She had a tired but loving smile on her face.

"That would be very nice my dear," she said.

I promised her that I would be back when dinner was brought out, and then I left, I needed to find Loki and tell him the good news.