Like the eternal ice   von Sarah_von_Krolock
                               (A Loki Jotun AU)
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                            Kapitel 7: Chapter VII
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With a sigh she wakes slowly up and has to admit that she still feels pretty
warm and comfy beneath the blankets of fur and the still burning fires. Somehow
she has the feeling that the fires are only still burning because of a little
help of Loki and his magic skills. Another sigh escapes her with the thought at
Loki and immediately she rubs her thighs against each other, curling more up
beneath the blankets. She bites her lower lips and grins as she thinks of the
past night. She really likes the Jotun Prince, maybe a bit more than just
liking. She’s fascinated by his magic skills, something she only sees rarely
in Asgard. He’s calm and unusual for a Jotun, not only because of his size.
He’s handsome, even in his origin shape and when he switches also beautiful
for a man. He looks exciting with his dark hair and the shimmering green eyes.
She’s still astonished about how stunned and fascinated he is by her look, how
mesmerized he is by her beauty. She always thinks of herself as average… but
the look in his eyes when he lays eyes on her, watches her, the admiration in
his eyes… as if she’s a divine icon. And with how much care, how softly he
touches her… She can’t remember to ever before being touched so lovingly and
the sex they had was the best she ever had so far. Maybe because of the great
care and lovingly touches he gave her. He pleaded her; he pleaded and begged to
have her. No one ever begged her. She can’t imagine any Aesir to plea and beg
a woman to sleep with her.
She hopes to have several chances in the following days to be alone with him.
Not only because of the amazing sex. But also to get to know him better. He’s
able to perform magic; he can shift his shape, that’s the most interesting and
fascinating thing she has seen for ages! And she seems to be the most fascinated
thing he has seen for ages. With a sigh she decides to finally get up and
putting on her nightgown again. Again she’s surprised as she finds a bathroom
and even with a hot spring to bath in it. She has to admit that she got a total
wrong imagine of this realm by everything she has been told about it. Obviously
her teachers and most of the warriors have never been to Jotunheim. 
A knock at the door keeps her from undressing and stepping into the hot spring.
She walks back into the main and bedroom, opens the door. “Your majesty,”
she smiles as Loki stands in front of her. “Good morning, my prince.”
“Good morning, Lady Sigyn. I just wanted to be sure that you’ve slept well
and comfortable.” The lovingly smile he wears on his lips as he looks down to
her warms her as good as a hot spring. 
She opens the door wider, letting him in and closes the door behind him. “I
can’t complain, it was one the best nights I ever had.”
He smirks. “So it was relaxing?”
“Pretty much.” She smirks too, looking up and down on him. “I just wanted
to take a bath. Maybe you would like to join me?”
He laughs lowly. “You seem pretty hungry, Sigyn. Wouldn’t a breakfast
satisfy your hunger better?”
“Not this kind of hunger,” she grins and walks back into the bathroom,
hearing by his footsteps that he follows her. “Doesn’t it fill you with
manly pride that I am hungry again?”
“I would lie if I would say no. Actually I just wanted to know if you’re in
need of a maid.”
“Now I’m fist of all in need of something different.” With a smile and one
swift move she pulls her nightgown over her head and tosses it aside. Again a
wave of pride rolls over her as she sees the look he gives her, as his eyes gaze
over her bare body. 
“Before the breakfast?” Slowly he steps closer.
“I’ve heard that it should be a wonderful way to start the new day.” She
reaches out but he takes a step backwards. Still in his origin shape he knows
that his true skin can harm her. She takes her hand back, pressing her lips
together… “Maybe… the hot spring… can warm you up a bit more? Then you
don’t need to change… You said earlier that it’s vey exhausting?”
“I… don’t know if it’s working… I never tried… I never needed to.”
But maybe it could really work when the hot water warms up his skin… He
undresses himself; it’s worth a try and with the knowledge that she wants him
he would try everything. 
She watches him as he steps into the spring, letting her gaze wandering up and
down on him and she begins to gnaw at her bottom lip as sche looks at his bum,
watches how his muscles moving in his arms and legs as he steps in, sitting
down. She lets herself down on the edge with her legs in the hot water. 
He lies back, looking up to her. Slowly his gaze wanders down on her, down her
gracious neck to her breast, deeper and deeper until his eyes reaching her
thighs and what lies between them. He takes a deep breath. “I still don’t
know why.”
“Do you need a reason?”
“I feel comfortable with a reason.”
She smiles softly. “To be honest… I don’t really know by myself… But I
liked the night, the time we shared together. I like you… I… I don’t
know,” she laughs lowly and blushes a bit. “The way you look at me… how
you touch me… So different than all the others I know.”
“How can one look at you and touch you in any other way? You are soft and
warm… gracious, beautiful… smart and well educated…” He has to resist
the urge to touch her while he speaks. “And you don’t treat me like your
comrades do. You’re not disgusted by what I call home. By what I am.”
“How can I fear something or be disgusted by something I don’t know?”
“You’re comrades do.”
“Because they spent more time on the training ground than in the library.”
He needs to laughs. “But you didn’t I guess?”
“My father taught me how to handle arrow and bow and a crossbow. Frigga taught
me to handle daggers, knifes and short swords. I have no desire to learn more in
the knowledge of weapons. Books are far better; knowledge is a far greater
power.”
“Yes. Knowledge is power…” He tenses as he can feel how she stretches out
her feet under the water and touching his thigh with her toes. But he relaxes
again a bit as he can see no sign of pain at her. “Is… everything
alright?”
She smiles at him, stroking with her feet over his thigh. “Everything is
alright. The hot water seems to work.” She glides completely into the hot
spring and sighs with the hot water. With a grin on her lips she comes closer to
him and puts a hand on his thigh. She can feel how he tenses under her touch but
there’s no need to worry. Nothing happens to her, no freezing burn. The water
heats up his skin enough.
He relaxes as he sees no sign of pain on her face. With hesitation he reaches
out with one hand, stroking with his fingertips over her upper arm. He’s
relieved as he can see really no sign of harm because of his true shape; that
the hot springs warms him up so much that he can touch her even in his origin
shape. Slowly his fingers tracing up her arm, to her collarbone and the attempt
of her breasts. Again he’s completely fascinated and mesmerizes by her sheer
beauty, the smooth and milky skin he can feel. He gasps as she starts to massage
his thigh, going with her hand to his inner thigh and a bit higher. She really
doesn’t waste time.
She bends over to him, locking her eyes with his. Her other hand she puts on his
chest, her lips stroking over his before she kisses him passionately and closing
her eyes with a sigh. She licks over his lips, biting softly his lower lip and
she presses herself more against him. A light shiver goes through her. It’s
more exciting when he stays in his origin form, that she can touch and kiss him.

He moans as she straddles him and her hand grabs his slowly growing erection
without hesitation. A growl follows as her other hand buries in his hair and
pulling at it. Her hand in his hair… he can get addictive to this gesture of
her. Passionately, possessively… With his own hands at her waist he pulls her
closer, wiping away all fears that he might hurt her with not shifting his
shape. He sighs while he deepens their kiss, enjoys her massaging hand, her hot
body against his own, the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his hands, her soft
flesh… He watches her with half closed eyes; her breath on his skin makes his
shivering, already now he starts to move uneasy beneath her hand. With his lips
he strokes over her cheek to her ear, breathing against her skin. He can feel
her shuddering as he takes her earlobe between his lips, playing with his tongue
and teeth at it. Her sweet sigh elicits another growl of him. Kisses he spreads
over her neck, nibbling at the thin skin. Sweet, delicious sounds he draws from
her while he feels how he hardens under her massaging hand, her swift fingers.
She increases his lust, his desire for her. He moves beneath her, whispering her
name against her skin. He wants and needs her; his desire for her becomes
overwhelming again.
His breath on her skin tickles her, makes her shuddering. Also his smooth voice,
sighing and growling her name. She feels dizzy with the heat of the water, his
caresses and hard flesh in her hand. Only the memory of how he felt inside of
her, how he moved, loved and caressed her… with so much care, so much love…

“Sigyn, please… I need to have you… please, let me have you…”
She shudders as she hears him pleading, begging her. Begging to have her. She
can’t resist any longer. She sighs and enjoys with closed eyes the sensations
as she lets herself down upon him. It feels so good to be filled by him, to feel
him inside, hard and ready. She rests her forehead against his shoulder as she
starts to move upon him. One hand grabbing into his hair, the other one rests on
his other shoulder, digging her nails into his skin. His growl sends a shudder
down her spine, how he grabs into her hair, pressing her closer against him… 
He breathes her name, gasping as if he’s in trance. Dizzy by the lust and
desire he feels for her, the heat of the water, of her body, her slick heat he
can feel… He lays an arm around her hip, lifting her up and down on his
length. So soft and tight, so wet and hot for him… feeling the proof of her
that she desires him… He growls her name as she welcomes every of his thrusts,
tensing around him everytime. Her voice drenched in lust, whimpering as she
bites into his shoulder to suppress her lustful sounds. Only their sounds of
ecstasy and the splashing water echoes from the walls, their huffing breaths,
his moans and her sighs and whimpers. Her sweet little whimpers increasing his
need. He pushes deeper and harder into her, pressing her as close against him as
possible.  
The excitement grows between her legs; she starts to feel terribly hot. She
moves with him, moans his name with every thrust. She forgets everything around
her as he increases his rhythm, as his breath on her wet skin makes her
trembling. She shivers as he starts to caress her skin with little kisses and
bites, hearing his sounds of pleasure. She rubs herself against him, tensing
around him. As she pulls at his hair she earns a dark growl of him. She did it
again, rakes her fingers down his shoulder. A small screams leaves her lips as
he got harder, as she got to feel how much he likes it when she pulls at his
hair. 
Strong and hard he shoves into her completely everytime, faster to satisfy their
both urgent needs. She sounds so good; her voice drenched in lust is twisting
his senses, mixed with the delicious taste of her skin and the soft and hot body
of hers… It feels so incredibly good. Too good as that he could go on like
this any longer. 
Panting she tries to catch her breath again after she reached her climax, after
he followed her. She licks over her lips, leaning against him with closed eyes,
resting. She leans with her cheek against his, exhausted she strokes with one
hand through his hair. She can feel him trembling with this gesture, embracing
and just holding her. She has to smile as she can feel the soft throbbing
between her legs, reminding her that he still rests in her, reminding her of
what they’ve done. It feels so good and somehow also right. He feels so
good… She opens her eyes again as he starts to play softly with her hair,
spreading little kisses over her cheek and neck. If he would ever get tired to
treat her with so much care and love? How sweet the aftermath can be… 
That she had to travel to another realm to experience that, to feel cherished
and that he had to welcome a stranger from a different realm to feel desired…
She leans with her back against him, sighing. Now she can enjoy the hot spring
instead of something else. Immediately her muscle relaxes in the hot water. She
closes her eyes, leaning her head against his shoulders as she sighs while she
rubs her thighs against each other. It feels so good… She smiles as he strokes
with his fingertips her arms up and down. So carefully and lovely…
He bends his head down a bit, stroking with his lips over her cheek, down to her
neck. Only stroking with his lips over the sensitive skin with closed eyes,
enjoying her softness against his lips… So soft and smooth… and she smells
so good, so incredible good! His fingers wander down to her sides, stroking her
lovingly. It feels just too amazing to touch her as if he could just keep his
hands away from her. If he could only touch her forever… It feels so relaxing
that he can stay in his true form thanks to the hot spring. “You’re so
wonderful,” he murmurs against her shoulder. 
She chuckles lowly. “You would say different if you would know me…”
“Why? I doubt that you have the slightest characteristic failure...”
“Some don’t like that I read so much… Some don’t like what I think…
Some are jealous because I am so close to Thor and the royal family. Some even
hate me for that… A few court members dislike me because my tongue is sharper
than some swords…”
“I like your sharp tongue so far…”
Again she chuckles. “You haven’t felt my sharp tongue really…”
He inhales her scent, sighs lowly. “Tell me of Asgard… the golden walls, the
Palace Library, the Valkyries… Tell me everything.”
“A Jotun who is interested in Asgard?”
“Tell me of a place I will never see.”
She turns her face until she can look him into the eyes. His whisper sounds so
sad… A sadness that is reflecting in his eyes and makes them blunt. “And
when we welcome some of you in Asgard, a political visit like this one here?”
“My father wouldn’t send me.” His smile is full of resignation. “He’s
ashamed of me. Anything else than proud… I am only alive because he has no
other heir…”
She lifts her hand, stroking with the back of it slowly over his cheek. She
feels more and more sorry for him. “You have never seen anything else than
this here?”
“No. Never.” 
What for a life… “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” he breathes and his eyes lighten up a bit in curiosity and
hunger for knowledge. 
“You’ll find gold everywhere. The whole Palace is build out of gold. It
shines bright in the light of the sun. Most of us don’t know snow and cold. We
only have it high on the tops of the mountains on the other side of Asgard…
Many people are living there, the streets are full and when the big market is in
the city near the Palace it feels like the whole realm is there.”
“What do they sell on the market?”
“Everything you can imagine. Food – dead and living, fabrics, books,
decorations, little things for your household… everything one needs and
doesn’t need.”
“It sounds thrilling…”
“For one who has never been there,” she smirks. “You get used to it and at
some point you are just annoyed…”
“Tell me of the Library.”
“It is huge… The shelves reaching up to the ceiling filled with thousands of
books of any kind in any language, any language of Midgard. Some as old as time,
some bound in fabrics, some bound in leather, written per hand, richly
coloured… some are even decorated with real jewels in the binding, many have a
gilt edging. Books about science of any kind, novels of any genre… You’ll
never find as much books as in the Palace Library. It is nearly as precious as
the treasure vault…”
He had closed his eyes and listened to her voice. He tries to imagining
everything in his mind. Everything she tells him about the golden city. The
streets, the Palace, the Library… 
“The Valkyries… I can’t tell you much about them; I know none of them
personally. They have their training grounds in the Palace; they live in the
Palace… You have to choose in a very young age if you want to become a
Valkyrie. The education to one takes very long, more then 10 years. If they
marry at some point, they can’t ever become a Valkyrie again.”
“And why?”
“A Valkyrie is the perfect warrior. No relationships, no affairs, no lovers,
no children. That changes with a marriage and when you become children. Your
thoughts rest at your husband and child, not on the battle alone. That can
distract you and a Valkyrie doesn’t get distracted from the battle.”
“So… you can choose to become one?”
“Yes. Many do it because their mother was one and their mother and their
mother and so on. But if you live in the Palace you rarely see them. They
ordinary don’t spend their time in the parts of the palace like the main court
does… You would like to see them once?”
“I would like to see everything once…” But he knows he never will. 
She looks over her shoulder at him; a small smile plays around her lips. “Who
knows what the future might bring…”
He strokes again over her shoulder with his lips, slowly and softly, lifting his
head and pressing his lips onto hers while she still looks over to him. A sound
of relish slips from him as he hears her sigh, enjoys with closed eyes her sweet
sounds while he kisses her. With his hands he strokes her sides up and down,
resting on her thighs and kneading them. Soft flesh beneath his fingers… 
She breaks the kiss and gasps as he glides with one hand beneath her thighs,
stroking her sensitive flesh. She arches against him as she draws up her knees,
spreading her thighs for him. His long fingers caressing her still very
sensitive skin, gliding through her folds, touching very light her delicate bud.
A shaky breath leaves her lips, moving her hips against his hands. Again she
sighs in delight as his other hand takes care of her breast, kneading and
stroking the soft flesh. 
“You feel so wonderful to touch,” he murmurs against her neck, spreading
little kisses and bites over it, licking these spots and breathing onto them. He
can’t resist touching her, to feel her smooth skin, her soft flesh… How
should he be able to get through all the official dinners and meeting, how
should he be able to keep his hands from her? And what should he do when she’s
gone? He tasted her and he wants more. He growls as she presses her hip against
his hand, arching against him. He moans against her skin as he feels the
tightening in his loins, as he starts to harden again. He keeps his eyes closed,
inhales her scent. 
Despite the hot water she shudders. She licks her lips and sighs, breathing his
name as he enters her with one finger. With a sigh she bucks her hips against
his hand, trying to get as much friction as possible. He seems to be as hungry
as she is… She can feel that he becomes harder, rubbing herself more against
him. Her breath becomes faster, she can feel how the heat within starts to rise.
The little tensed knot within her, the small throbbing… He knows how to touch
her, where to touch her. A little delightful sound escapes her as he rubs and
pinches her nibble, growls against her neck, gliding in and out with his finger,
taking a second one to the first one. She claws her fingers into his thighs.
Slowly she looses herself under his caress. 
He growls as she digs her nails into his thighs, starts to move uneasy behind
her. The throbbing in his loins as she moves so willingly beneath his hands,
rubbing herself against him… He breathes heavily as he pushes her against the
edge of the bathtub, pressing himself against her back. 
She shudders about his dominance, as she can feel him again hard and ready, his
breath against her ear, panting… She grabs the edge of the tub, moving
restless on his fingers, tightening around them.
“Let me guess,” he pants, “You’re also… a good rider?”
She turns her face to him, a small grins plays around her lips. “The most
passionate of all…”
“Maybe next time you can show me your riding skills.” He presses his lips
onto hers, silencing her as thrust into her. Immediately he starts to move,
draws back and pushes again into her. Slowly but firm. So warm and slick for
him… Carefully he bites into her lower lip, groans against her lips as while
he moves. Another groan as he can hear voice drenched in lust. It sounds so
sweet… her little sighs and moans, hearing her panting breath, little lustful
whimpers everytime he thrust into her. He can feel how he shivers, moving
against him, welcoming his thrusts. She feels so incredible… 
She pants, swallows once as he softly pulls back her head by grabbing her hair,
as he presses his lips onto her neck. She closes her eyes, shudders as she can
feel his teeth and tongue, his thrusts and his fingers caressing her little
sensitive bud. She moans in delight as his fingers teasing her, feeling his body
pressed against hers, as he hits that special little spot within her again and
again. Another sound of lust as he fastens his pace, as he gets harder in his
thrusts… It feels so good… She forgets everything around her. There’s only
he and she, only the hot water and his hard body pressed against hers, thrusting
into her again and again. The throbbing becomes unbearable within her, the knot
tightens more and more, on her knees her thighs start to shake. 
He growls against her neck, biting groaning into the soft skin, sucking at it
just to hear more of sweet sounds, hearing her lovely pleas. She sounds so
lovely when she pleas… begging him to take her harder, faster and deeper.
Gladly he obeys and giving her everything she wants and needs. He can hear how
the blood rushes through his veins, feels how the heat increases within him, how
the tight throbbing in his loins tenses more and more. 
It’s good to feel him this hard and deep, his lustful sounds, and his teeth
marking her… With every thrust she tightens around him, all her muscles are
shuddering, every nerve is tensed. Constantly he hits that lustful sport within
her, making her knees go weak. And his long fingers, his slender hand working on
your sensitive bud, stroking it lovingly, caressing it, pressing and pinching it
softly while he groans her name…
“Please… beg for it… let me hear it, Sigyn… please…”
His husky voice at her ear, his panting breath sends a shudder down her spine
and between her legs. But that he pleas her to beg him… “Loki… please…
I’m begging you…”
He growls as she whimpers his name and begs him. He would give everything to
hear that sound forever. His thrusts became harder; her passionate whimpers are
telling him that it’s good, that it’s right. “Please… Please, Sigyn…
come for me…”
Another whimper, arching more against him. It needs only a few more thrusts
until he pushes her over the edge, until she whimpers his name, tightening
around him. She shivers as he reaches his climax and rests within her. Feeling
how he leans against her, his panting breath on her wet skin… She sighs as he
starts stroke her softly again. How lovingly, how carefully… They barely know
each other and he treats her so lovingly…

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