Chapter 15
The Asgard Universe - The Twins of Fate Saga - Summary/Content Note
This chapter contains explicit sexual content intended for adult readers (18+).
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Loki is already waiting when she returns, lounging in a chair with a book. His eyes lift the moment she enters.
"You seem... deep in thought," he notes, watching as she moves toward the bathing chamber. His tone is casual, but there’s something knowing in his gaze. "Did anything interesting happen at training today?"
"Actually, I ran into Einarr... He's apparently been in Vanaheim and he's back now."
She has nothing to hide from Loki.
Loki’s fingers pause on the edge of his book, just for a second, before he turns the page casually. His voice is light, but there’s an undercurrent of sharpness beneath it. "Einarr. Ah." A slow smirk. "The one who tried to get you into his bed years ago? How … fortunate for him to return now."
Gwen gives Loki a smile. She knows that tone, and she knows how to make it better.
She gently takes the book from his hand and sets it on the table next to him. She climbs over him and straddles his lap. "Loki..."
His arms instinctively come up to support her, and even though he looks as cool and collected as usual, his eyes go dark the moment she straddles his lap. An arm encircles her waist, pulling her closer as he gazes up at her with something very warm and wanting in his gaze.
"Yes?" he murmurs, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He already knows why she’s on his lap.
"You won. I chose you." She tugs at his clothing, slowly removing key pieces to give her access to more of him.
"I married you."
Another piece of clothing gone.
"I had your children."
More clothing gone.
He exhales in a slow hiss as her hands and words work their magic. The effect of her words on him is clear and present. His hands slide under the hem of her training shirt, palms coming to rest on the bare skin of her hips, his thumbs tracing absent circles against her soft skin. He tilts his head back against the chair, baring the pale column of his throat as his eyes darken with both want and heat.
"What are you trying to prove?" He murmurs, his voice dropping a fraction rougher than before.
"That I want only you." She slides off his lap onto her knees in front of him. "Now...and forever."
As soon as she finishes speaking, her hands and mouth are on him, showing him just how much she wants him.
His eyes widen, mouth parting in a sharp inhale as her hands and her mouth show him just how serious she is. He watches her for a moment with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling a bit faster than before. But it doesn't take him long before he lets out a breath in a low exhalation.
"Prove it to me, then," he murmurs, his hands threading into her hair, not pulling, but just guiding, as he looks down at her with a dark, hungry gaze.
She knows he doesn't doubt her. Their relationship is strong. But right now on her knees in front of him, she is going to show him just how much she loves and wants him.
He sinks deeper into the chair as her hands and mouth work, his breathing already uneven, fingers twining tighter in her hair without forcing. The way he’s watching her, lips slightly parted, his whole body taut, it’s clear how much he enjoys this... especially when it's her.
"That's it," he murmurs roughly, "exactly like that."
She knows exactly what he likes and how he likes it, and she is going to give it to him. She loves knowing she can take him apart like this.
His head tips back, fingers tightening in her hair as his breathing stutters and gasps. He’s so much stronger, larger than her, but right now, he's practically at her mercy and they both know it. There's nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for her at this moment, and every bit of it shows.
"Gods..." he whispers hoarsely, his grip in her hair tightening another fraction. "Gwen... please-"
She doesn't let up one bit as she takes him deeper. She looks up and locks eyes with him. She wants to see what she is doing to him and wants to see the moment he comes undone.
Their gazes lock, and the sharp, raw depth in his gaze almost makes him feel vulnerable. His whole body is tense, fingers gripping her hair like a lifeline as pleasure ripples through him. This is more intimate than sex; it's an act of devotion, of possession, and he loves every single second of it. And the way her eyes never leave his makes it that much more powerful.
"Gods... you're perfect," he gasps hoarsely. "Only for you... I'm only yours... gods, please..."
She doesn't stop until he comes undone, his voice breaking her name as he surrenders completely to the pleasure she's giving him. Afterward, she rests her forehead against his thigh for a moment before lifting her head to look up at him, eyes soft but satisfied.
"Was that proof enough?" She murmurs, lips still slightly swollen from their task.
Loki exhales shakily and pulls her up into his lap, kissing her deeply before whispering against her mouth, "Always."
She stays on his lap until he comes down completely and she catches her breath. She washes up and changes into one of her gowns.
She is feeling more like herself again. It's amazing how much the training has done for her mood and confidence.
Loki watches her move around the room, his gaze lingering on her in a way that’s both possessive and reverent. There’s no mistaking the warm satisfaction in his expression.
"Tomorrow," he murmurs after a moment, tilting his head slightly, "when you spar with Einarr... don't go easy on him."
The smirk he gives her tells her exactly how much he plans to enjoy hearing about the aftermath of that fight.
"I won't." She smiles. She almost forgot about it after what she had just done with Loki.
Later, after tucking the twins in, she goes to bed feeling completely satisfied and at ease. She curls up against Loki and lightly traces the muscles in his chest. "Good night, my love.”
His arms tighten around her, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head as she settles against him. "Sleep well," he murmurs, his voice warm with affection before adding, just a touch teasingly: "...And dream of victory."