Chapter 18
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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"You were quiet during the discussions this morning. Can you tell me your thoughts about Einarr and this arrangement?" Gwen asks between bites of dinner.
Loki is quiet for a moment as he considers all that's happened that day. Then he exhales slowly, picking his wineglass up from the table. "I must admit, he seems more capable than I initially believed. His behavior was shockingly respectful, and he handled himself with the kids better than I had anticipated. I didn't enjoy how the children clung to him like he was their new favorite toy, mind you, but overall, it went better than I expected."
"You know the children look up to the warriors, like they look up to Thor. Einarr is at least one of the good ones. He is a little rough, but the way he spoke to the children was surprising. I didn't expect him to be so...easy with them. Most soldiers and warriors have no idea how to speak to children."
Loki hums in agreement, swirling his wine thoughtfully before taking a sip. "Yes, well, I suppose even a rough warrior can have some redeeming qualities if he knows how to entertain children without turning them into reckless brutes." There's no real bite to the words—mostly reluctant approval. Then, quieter, "...Though I still think he looks at you too much for my liking."
"Looking is harmless. And if that is what we have to put up with in trade for having him as a bodyguard, then I think that is worth it." She smiles in a way that is reserved only for him Gwen is patient with Loki's comments and gently tries to ease his mind. "Besides, he might be looking at me, but I am too busy looking at you."
As usual, Loki is helpless against her smile and soft words. He takes a breath, his expression gentling as he reaches over to touch her hand. "Fair enough, I suppose. I know you only have eyes for me." Then, with a wry smirk, "though if he does ever decide to act on those looks, I'm warning you now: I will break both his legs. Just for fun."
"I do only have eyes for you, and I will prove that to you over and over again.” Gwen's grin grows larger and more mischievous as she finishes her wine in one gulp. "In fact, I think I want to prove it to you as soon as possible..."
Loki raises an eyebrow, the smirk on his face turning rather smug at that. Despite his earlier comments about Einarr, he's never once doubted where Gwen's heart truly lies.
"Oh?" he purrs, his voice going low and rough. "Here in the dining hall? Bold, my dear."
She looks around. No one else is around except for the occasional servant passing through.
"Why not?"
Loki's gaze darkens as she moves to his lap, his hands instinctively falling to her hips to hold her steady, which really only pulls her closer. He's already starting to feel warm, a familiar heat beginning in his gut and spreading through his limbs. He exhales slowly, trying and failing to sound normal as he mutters in her ear, "bold and … utterly reckless. Someone could walk in at any moment, you know."
"Then they will see just how much I want you." She sits on his lap with her back to him and moves her dress just right to cover them as he loosens the ties on his trousers just enough.
Loki's breath hitches, his fingers tightening on her hips for a moment before he exhales a slow, shuddering laugh.
"You vixen," he growls against the nape of her neck, already moving to shift his position beneath her as she guides him where she wants him. His voice is wrecked before they even begin. "Someone’s going to see…"
An empty protest. Neither one of them is going to stop.
She takes it slow at first, just in case anyone happens by, but she eventually grows bolder and more reckless, moving faster on him.
Loki has to muffle his own noises against her shoulder, hands sliding up her hips to slip beneath her skirt as they work together for more friction. His heart is hammering in his chest as he pants against her ear, "Gods above, I—ah—I don’t know whether to hate or praise the fates for bringing you into my life."
Even in his haze of pleasure, he somehow still manages to be witty. His hands slide along her thighs as he murmurs, "You're absolutely mad, you know, but then I suppose I am too, for wanting this as much as you…" His words falter, his mouth moving to her neck, not bothering to stop and thinking about someone catching them. He's already too far gone to care.
She keeps up her movements, too into it and too desperate for him to stop. She is past the point of caring. Every time Loki puts his hands on her, her rational brain shuts off.
Loki can tell by the way she’s moving now how desperate and reckless she’s become and that she is beyond stopping. And he won’t let her stop, not when they are so close. One of his hands tightens in her hair to tilt her head back while the other slips between them to help finish them both off.
"That's it," he breathes against her throat, voice ragged. "Come for me, darling."
She knows she should keep quiet, but she can't help the gasp that escapes her.
"Oh, Loki..."
He smirks against her skin, savoring the sound of her gasp. He moves his mouth up her neck to her ear, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh before leaning in to whisper: "Are you close, my wicked little wife? Are you going to let me take you apart and make you come right here where everyone could see?"
That does it. She bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to stay quiet as she comes hard.
He can feel the way she clenches around him, how her body trembles with silent, desperate pleasure. It’s obscene, it’s reckless, and it’s so damn good. Loki pulls her tighter against his chest as he finishes with a shuddering groan, one that he barely manages to muffle in the crook of her neck.
Moments later, a servant does indeed walk in only to freeze at the sight of them. She immediately turns on her heel and flees without another word.
"Well," Loki murmurs smugly against Gwen's ear, "I suppose we'll have an interesting rumor spreading through court by morning."
Gwen laughs and turns to catch his mouth in a passionate kiss.
"I don't care. What are they going to say that's so scandalous? How much I love you and want to ride you like that every day?"
He kisses her back, slow and thorough until they're both properly breathless. Then he laughs again, the sound low and warm as he nuzzles against her cheek. "You are trouble… but you're my trouble."
He brushes another kiss over her cheek and adds softly, "And if I had my way, it would happen every day, just maybe not right in the dining room next time."
She laughs, "Of course not...next time we'll do that on a balcony."
He raises an eyebrow at that, amused by her boldness as he helps her lift herself up off his lap and begin pulling their disheveled clothes back into place.
"You've become quite the little exhibitionist, haven't you?" he teases. "A balcony?" He chuckles softly. "I have a feeling you would willingly take me in the very halls if we thought we could get away with it."
"That is definitely on the list, right after the library."
His eyes darken at the thought, a low hum of desire in his voice as he reaches out to fix a piece of her mussed hair.
"On a table between two stacks?" He inquires, his smirk widening into a wicked grin. "Up against an old musty map? Bent over an oak desk?" He gives a low, exaggerated groan. "And here I once thought you were so innocent."
She sits back in her own chair and pours herself another glass of wine from the pitcher.
"Or maybe on my knees while you respond to letters or whatever diplomatic duties you have."
Loki's eyes widen a little as the image floods his brain, the idea sparking through him like an electric current. It's like all the blood in his brain immediately rushes south.
He leans back in the chair, doing his best to look nonchalant even as he presses a palm flat against his lap to discreetly hide the way his body is already starting to react at the thought again. When he speaks, his voice comes out slightly rougher than usual.
"Gods, Gwen…" he croaks. "You are not helping."
"I have more ideas; want to hear them?" She smirks. She knows exactly what she is doing. When it comes to Loki, she is absolutely shameless.
His eyes go molten as he watches her across the table, a hungry, almost predatory look in his gaze as his own imagination runs wild. In this moment, he's a hunter, and she's the prey, and it's taking every ounce of restraint he has not to drag her back to their chambers and have her again.
"Every single one of them," he murmurs back, his voice low and rough with arousal. "I want to hear every single wicked, depraved thought you've ever had about me."
She looks him in the eye as she names more places and acts, each one more scandalous than the last.
Her words keep Loki riveted, his breaths growing shorter as she details things that are somehow both innocent and filthy, sweet and dirty all at once. He tries to ignore the way his pulse has started pounding as his heart thunders beneath his ribs, but with each new idea she presents to him, it's increasingly difficult to keep his composure. Just her words are already driving him mad.
"Gods," he breathes when she finally finishes, staring at her with hunger in his eyes as he struggles to process everything he's just heard. "You have such twisted fantasies, wife."
She shrugs with a small laugh. She picks up her fork and takes a bite of dinner again, like she didn't just ride him and then list off filthy ideas.
He watches her eat for a few moments in dazed silence, his gaze fixed on her like a starving predator. It's almost offensive how unfazed she looks right now. He scowls faintly, eyes narrowing as he takes a gulp of wine to try to cool off.
"You're a little tease," he mutters under his breath. "And if you keep that up, I'm going to bend you over this table and show you exactly how I feel about that clever mouth of yours…"
"Don't threaten me with a good time."
She polishes off her glass of wine and leans back in her chair with a cocky smirk.
That does it. He's had enough of her composure, of the way she's being so calm right now while his imagination is running wild and his pulse is pounding and his body is already half-hard just from her words. He pushes himself up from the chair and rounds the table in a few long strides, standing behind her with predatory precision and leaning in to speak right by her ear in a voice that's dark and rough, a low growl she feels straight under her skin.
"Come, wife. I have my own fantasies to show you now."
With the swiftest movement, Loki grabs Gwen by the forearms and lifts her until she's standing, then pushes her forward against the table so that she's bent at the waist in front of him. He presses against her from behind, the evidence of his arousal hard against her core as he murmurs against her ear:
"We're not going to stop for a long, long time. Do you think you can handle that, little tease?"
She gasps at the sudden movement before chuckling softly. "What happened to the man afraid of being caught a few minutes ago when I was riding your lap?"
He laughs darkly against her ear, one hand sliding down to grip her hip while the other moves to the hem of her skirt. "That man was thinking, darling. Now? All I’m thinking about is what noises you'll make when I—"
The door opens again. Another servant walks in, freezes at the sight, and backs out immediately with a frantic apology.
"...Gods damn it."
Gwen laughs out loud, not at Loki or the situation but at the look on the servant's face.
"Come on. Let's go back to our rooms, and I will give you everything you want."
He groans in frustration, but there's a reluctant amusement in it too as he straightens, his grip on her hips loosening as he exhales sharply.
"Fine," he mutters under his breath, shooting a glare at the door where the servant fled before turning back to her with hunger still burning behind his gaze. His voice drops lower, rougher, as he leans in again to murmur against her lips: "But I’m taking you up on every single idea you just listed and then some."
"Yes, please. We'll cross everything off that list one by one, but maybe we should be a little less impulsive." She straightens back up, and smooths her dress again.
She and Loki leave the dining hall for their own rooms where they are going to stay until they collapse into exhausted and well-earned sleep.
Loki snags an entire tray of pastries and a bottle of wine from the table as they go, shooting Gwen a wolfish grin when she raises her eyebrows at him.
"What?" he deadpans. "We're going to need our energy."
And as promised, neither of them sees daylight again for quite some time.