Valkyrie

Loki stood on the balcony of Freyja's room. The warm air of dusk licked the naked skin of his torso. He drank from the black goblet in his hand and watched the darkness of night beginning to seep into the pink and purple clouds.

    "I see you've made yourself comfortable." came Freyja's voice from behind him.

She leaned against the door appraising him. Her eyes look so ethereal in the dying light. Her loose silver night gown fell long on her body, her skin pale white against it.

     "Well what is a prisoner to do?" Loki smirked as he leaned against the railing admiring her beauty.

She advanced towards him her gown trailing behind her.

    "Trust me Loki, if you were a prisoner, you would know it."

She reached for the wine on the small table next to him and poured the blood red liquid in to a goblet.

    "You are here so I can keep an eye on you. I know that you weren't the one who went to Jotunheim, but if it makes your brother feel better and it keeps him from killing you, then it's better for everyone."

She drank deeply from the goblet. The wine staining her lips a darker shade of red.

     "You could just seduce him again. One night with you might just take his mind off this whole thing."

Freyja shot him a venomous look. Her eyes flared an emerald green.

    "Whatever happened between your brother and I is none of your concern. Besides, he's busy with the midgauridan. I'm sure she keeps him plenty occupied."

Loki put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him gently. Her lips melted into his. Night had fallen around them. Freyja pulled Loki into her room, her lips never breaking from his. Her goblet crashed to the floor, carelessly discarded in the heat of passion. She wrapped both her arms around Loki's neck as he lifted her, guiding her legs around his waist. He pushed her up against the wall and fumbled with his pants. He could feel her heat. He slid into her to the hilt, feeling her clench around him. She moaned and held tighter to him as he thrust into her. He felt her throb and clench around his length. He thrust harder, lifting and crashing against her. His vision went blurry as the orgasm ripped through him. Felt the waves of pleasure rolling through him the next more intense than the last. He carried her to her bed and laid her down pulling off her dress and throwing it on the floor. Her skin glowed in the candle light. Flushed and glistening he kissed her, unknowingly causing the nebulas in the throne room to thunder and spark.