Fic: Redemption Songs 06a - NC17 - Harry/Loki
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As I'm working all day tomorrow, getting reading to go out TOMORROW NIGHT, tonight, and then working/dying from alcohol poisoning (again: it seems to be a bank holiday thing) all day Monday... Have plans with the kids Tues and Weds for Halloween, cause my Mum won't take them on her own, this chapter will be.... yeah!
You've already waited long enough. So I'm splitting it in two. Sorry for the random ending of Part I.
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WARNINGS: Sex, language, Loki has some sort of strange fixation on the taste of sperm; you know, the usual.
Words: 3,586
Chapter 6 Part i
October 31st 2014. New Orleans.
It wasn’t what Harry had been expecting when he’d headed up to bed, but it was certainly a nice surprise. Loki had offered to put Eileifer to bed so that Harry could finish writing his latest work article; it wasn’t due for another week, but having it out of the way was sort of an essential part of Loki’s plan though Loki hadn’t let on to what he was planning. Looking at the man - well, no, woman actually - now though, Harry could probably guess why Loki wanted to free some time up.
“Hello,” Harry offered softly, the corners of his lips curving up slowly as Loki’s head snapped around to face the door.
She was lying on her stomach, stretched out across the length of the bed, knees bent so that her feet were up above her shoulders. Her hair was longer than it was when she was male, and it spilled down her back and around her face, and Harry stepped forward slowly to brush it back out of the way as Loki stared at him with wide green eyes. It was the same face, only a little softer around the edges, the same eyes and mouth, though the bottom lip was fuller, and same nose, and Harry bent down to press a kiss to the furrowed forehead.
“Hello,” Loki whispered back. She turned, almost hesitantly, though Harry wouldn’t have noticed the tightening around her eyes or the stiff set of her shoulders had he not known her so well. She lay upon her back, breasts full and legs pressed tightly together beneath a patch of dark hair. She placed both hands over her crotch, hiding herself, though there wasn’t much to see with her legs folded and ankles crossed and not enough space for air to slip between her thighs let alone anything else.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, pulling off his glasses. His eyes had gotten a little better with age, especially after he had gotten around to visiting a specialist and getting the right prescription lenses, so now he mostly used his glasses while driving or working. He folded them, leaning across Loki who tensed and then relaxed almost immediately, to put them on the nightstand. He knew what she was doing, understood the hints she had been dropping for the last week, but Harry had paid them no mind. Loki had always been nervous, hands shaking, or mouth trembling, as he had made the innuendos or suggestions or jokes, as he always passed them off to be. Even now, her hands shook, nails biting into the delicate flesh of her groin, and Harry feigned obtuseness to give her the chance to change her mind. He wasn’t going to question her: asking her if she was sure would be an insult. She, who had gone through so much and come out the other side of it, was perfectly capable of deciding to have sex, saying otherwise would only hurt Loki’s feelings and upset him, or make him think that Harry didn’t desire him (because he was used, shamed, defiled, or unworthy; they were some of Loki’s favourite things to call himself, no matter how many times Harry tried to tell him they weren’t truths).
“What do you think I’m doing?” Loki questioned voice softer than when she was male. She looked up at Harry, as the other man pulled off her shirt and shimmied out of his trousers, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her hands slipped away from her body, coming to rest by her sides, and then slowly, Loki moved them up to her pillow. She held onto the fabric, clutching a little in each fist, her hair getting tangled around the fingers of one hand, and she spread her legs invitingly. “They did not take me like this.” Loki whispered, keeping her eyes on Harry’s face. “I have not been taken like this in a very long time. I would have you take the honour.”
Harry said nothing. He moved to the bed, leaning down over Loki to press a kiss against her mouth, and she moaned, letting go of the pillow to grab hold of his shoulders, pulling at him until he fell down on top of her.
“No!” She hissed, hands shaking against his shoulders. She didn’t push him away, but Harry could feel her nails brushing back and forth as her hands clenched against his skin, wanting to sink in and hurt to get him off of her, but she didn’t. Because Harry pulled away immediately, sitting beside her on the bed and smiling warmly even as she glanced away in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling pathetic.
He didn’t ask her if she still wanted this, because her leg had shifted up so that her thigh was pressed against his, and her hands had wandered to his waist.
“Come here.” Harry reached for her, hands on hers and pulling until she was sitting up and scrambling onto his lap. Once she was seated on him, a leg on either side of his naked waist and his cock pressing against her sex, Harry pressed another kiss to her mouth. At the same time, one hand moved to squeeze her breast, pausing in case she reacted badly. When Loki did nothing but moan, Harry pressed his hand against her hander, thumb moving uncertainly to flick against her nipple. His other hand moved from her waist to the apex of her legs, one finger at a time, pressing within her - already wet and slick and welcoming - while Loki writhed in his lap.
“This works rather well,” Harry whispered, as he pulled his mouth away from hers.
As long as she stayed on top, Harry didn’t think she would panic. It was the feeling of being pinned, out of control and vulnerable that terrified Loki, even though she wore a different body. Like Harry, who had had nightmares for years about the war and those years before, who always reacted worse if there was someone trying to stop him thrashing, trying to stop him from clawing the skin around his scar right off of his face by pinning his hands, and all his brain could think was, “No, no, no,”, even though no one was trying to hurt him. It had been instinctual, to flinch away if Voldemort’s hands were too close to his throat or his face, and it had been for years. Similarly, Harry had known that Loki didn’t like to feel trapped. Loki was always the one to push him against a wall, or climb onto him when he was sitting on the sofa, or cuddle against his chest or spoon against Harry’s back at night. It worked well; Harry thought again, pressing another kiss to Loki’s panting mouth, because girls on top were usually the ones in control, or so Ginny had told him once.
“I’ve never done this before,” Harry told her, the hand leaving her breast to brush lightly over Loki’s lips and jaw, “so I’m afraid it’s all on you. Do with me as you will.” He lay back against the pillow, that free hand tight on her waist to keep her steady, even as the other worked her open. “What would you have me do, Loki love?”
She felt a thrill rush through her, sharp and soothing, like the days before when she lusted and desired and wanted and sex was a pleasure. This was like then, before Thanos and her imprisonment; this was the way things were supposed to be. And the desire burned within her, through her veins setting her blood on fire with need and into her core and she rocked against Harry’s hand, desperate and whining because those fingers suddenly weren’t enough, weren’t deep or long or thick enough and she needed more. She needed everything he would give her.
“I need you,” she told him, panting through the words, while moving one of her own hands down to play with her clit. “I need you inside of me.”
And Harry was hard for her too, his cock curving up against his stomach, thick and purpling at the tip. Semen gathered there, and Harry reached for himself, swirling his fingers through the pre-come and using it to coat the rest of his length (liberal, though it was not), but Loki was wet enough that lube would be unnecessary. Forgetting her hatred of the taste, and the disgust that turned her stomach when she remembered the feel of it on her tongue, Loki reacted without thinking, and she grabbed hold of Harry’s hand. She brought it to her mouth, sucking the come off his fingers and palm, and moaned from the taste of him. Harry allowed her free reign, panting harshly, but never complaining, as she sucked his fingers even after they were clean. She did the same for the hand that had been pleasuring her, using her other hand to tease herself, and when she let Harry go he put both of his wet hands on her breasts, thumbs on her nipples, as she took hold of his cock and took it inside of herself.
Loki’s head fell back, eyes squeezed closed and mouth open, and Harry stared at the sight of her, enraptured, until she broke the spell by moving. She rocked above him, her body hot around his own, tight and slick, and he took in the sight of her as she rode him, breasts bouncing and hair flying around her face, her hands on his chest for leverage and her thighs taunt and shaking from the effort. She bounced in his lap, and her eyes strayed between him and glancing down at the place where their bodies joined, watching as his cock appeared and then disappeared back into her cunt. Sounds of sex filled the room, their panting and his moaning and the occasional scream Loki let out, the slapping of skin against skin, the friction of his cock against her insides and the bite of her nails against his chest, and it was over before either of them knew it. Loki’s back arched as she cried out, Harry’s thumb pinching down hard on her clit as one of his fingers pushed into her alongside his cock, giving her that little extra she needed to tip over the edge. She clamped down around him, and Harry pulled his hand free, grabbing her waist and rolling her before she realised. When she was beneath him, still shaking from orgasm, Harry pressed into her twice more before coming, mouth against hers to distract her as he released within her, hot and sticky and better than she could remember semen ever feeling, and he rolled off of her straight away.
“I didn’t panic,” she breathed, chest still heaving. She sounded surprised, and she glanced over at Harry with watery green eyes, closing them in relief because if she could end with Harry on top of her perhaps soon they could start like that as well? And Harry had been right: every day, it gets a little easier to live with, to move passed. “I love you.” When his eyes opened again, Loki was a man, and Harry gathered him against his chest, sweat and come and tears ignored as they cuddled in the afterglow.
“I love you too,” Harry told him, before taking down the silencing charm, and summoning their blanket back up off of the floor.
“I am happy,” Loki whispered, eyes fluttering closed, lashes feathering against his cheeks and his breath fanning Harry’s chest as he fell asleep in his arms. Harry watched him sleep, happy too, happier than he could remember being in fifteen years of marriage. Loki didn’t have a nightmare, and they slept peacefully until the morning, when Eileifer woke them with his cries. Though he lacked a womb or a vagina at the moment, pain still shot up Loki’s spine at the sudden movement, but instead making him feel nauseous, the reminder of the night before made him smile.
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November 2nd 2014.
They had sex again that night, though this time Loki waited until Harry was already in bed before appearing in a flash of green, butt naked, on top of him. She had bitten her bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth as she glanced nervously around, still unable to believe that Harry could want her, love her, as much as she did him. The sight of Loki like that, shy but determined to have what she wanted, sent blood rushing to Harry’s cock, and before he could stop himself he flipped her onto the bed, his body pressing her down into the mattress as her arms came up to pull him closer. She didn’t push him away, and she didn’t tense up, instead she surged forward to kiss him, sure that he would not hurt her, sure that he would stop if she asked, and she let Harry fuck her like that: on her back beneath him, with both of her arms held above her head by one of his own (and though she could fight him off any time she liked, she lay helplessly beneath him, her body arching into every touch and her mouth following his as each kiss ended, and she cried out for more as his cock pulled out of her, the head just barely breaching her, leaving her empty and hollow, and she screamed his name every time he surged forward again to fill her). When they were done, and his seed was running down her thighs -she smiled at that fact, because it was Harry’s and not theirs, because Harry was hers - she whispered softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Harry replied, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.
They lay together in silence, until Loki’s breasts slipped away, and his genitals were outside rather than in, and he turned to face Harry directly. “I would tell you a story,” he whispered, cautiously.
“Then the floor is yours, Loki love.”
“Thanos is searching for an item, of such capabilities that it has been hidden away for eons and the keys to unlocking its power have been separated, sent to the ends of the earth in the care of various individuals who can protect them.” Loki paused to lick his lips and brush his fringe out of his eyes. He reached out with his magic, dipping into the space within realities and pulling out a ring set with a purple stone.
“Wizard space,” Harry whispered, looking impressed.
“A pocket of reality that is filled with magical potential,” Loki corrected, smiling fondly at his lover. He slid the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand. “This is one of them,” he told Harry, “one of the keys to unlocking the gauntlets power. There are six of them, I have one, my brother has another, the other four are scattered throughout the nine realms. I know two for sure are here, upon Midgard, though one was stolen from its guardian by a man who calls himself Magneto. My fa- the Allfather,” Loki corrected, not sure if he could address the man as Father without permission, not after all they had been through and how Loki had been so unwilling to forgive when last Odin extended his hand. “The Allfather has a seventh gem, one that was created the last and only time Thanos united the Infinity Gems with their Gauntlet. It is called the Ego Gem and it has powers beyond all imaginings. Thanos means to destroy all life, to end all worlds, Asgard, Midgard, Helheimr, those worlds which are unnamed or unknown, anywhere with life, Thanos means to ravage.”
“Why?” Harry reached out a hand, brushing his fingers down the side of Loki’s face, trying to brush away the look of fear that was across it.
“The last time, he fancied himself in love with Death herself. They were a couple, or they were courting, or he was seeking her attentions; I was young, I do not really remember. I would have been about seven Earth years and the Allfather came to me with a purple stone and told me it was a gift from Lady Death and I was to protect it always. I know Thanos loved her, and he believed that she would love him too if he gave her freedom. If he eradicated all life, if there was no one left to die, and he became immortal to avoid dying in the process, he and Death could be forever together and nothing could come between them. He destroyed his own planet, took a handful of loyalists onto his ship and blew everyone else up. The Allfather joined a council, some of the people who have the Gems were on the council, and Death came to them and offered to help them stop Thanos.”
“Because if there was no life, there can be no death. And without death, Death would have no purpose.”
“Yes,” Loki agreed. “But Thanos did not believe that when he was told. Lady Death did not come to him again, and the Gems were separated and the Gauntlet brought to Asgard for safe keeping, and Thanos banished to the dregs of space. And then I fell. I landed right in his lap. I, Loki of Asgard, who could teleport between the realms. I, Prince of Asgard, who had access to the weapons vault and the Gauntlet, who wore one of the gems on his finger and whose brother and father wore another each. I was so angry, so bitter, I agreed to everything he wanted, but only if he gave me a planet to rule. I choose Midgard, because Thor had picked Midgard over me and I wanted to spite him. Thanos would spare that one planet, because it was mine, and while the rest of the Nine Realms burned, Thor would look upon Midgard before he died and know that it was I, not him, who kept his precious planet safe, all of Earth would know it, and they would worship me for it.”
“But the Avengers stopped you?”
“Yes. The Avengers,” he hissed angrily, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, “defeated the Chitauri and gave myself up to them, because I knew Thor would bring me back to Asgard, and there were no Chitauri there, no SHIELD, no Thanos. I gave the Chitauri the Tesseract. It was there for the taking, but no one took it! Thanos followed me back to Asgard, I had thought I was safe from him, I thought he couldn’t get in, because why did he need me to bring him to Asgard if he could get in himself? But he followed me and there was no one who could save me from him, until Sigyn found me and then you found me, and-” Loki sobbed, something raw and broken sounding escaping his throat before his hands were pressing against his mouth to silence himself. “I dream sometimes,” he said, once he had composed himself, “of Thanos. He searched for me, he has others under his control and they look for me. Amora in Asgard, a man with dark hair in Vanaheimr. I have two brothers in Jötunheimr, though I have never met them and they would likely deny me as I would no doubt them. One is King there now, and a Jötun tried to slit his throat last month for making a pact against Thanos with Asgard.”
“How do you know these things?” Harry looked confused. Dreaming was one thing, Harry used to dream about the things Voldemort did or said or thought, but that was because he was a Horcrux and they were linked. Thanos had been inside of Loki’s mind though, had controlled him and was now controlling these other, which might explain some of what he knew, but unless Býleistr had been speaking to Odin while the other Jötun attacked Loki wouldn’t have been able to know the real reason for the attack.
“I am Loki World Walker,” he told Harry with a half-smile, “it may not be safe for my body to be noticed upon other worlds, but in my dreams my spirit is free to travel. It is better to keep ahead of your enemies, Harry, and I was foolish to let myself believe I was safe before. I will not be caught off guard by Thanos again, by anyone, and if I must follow him as I sleep to make sure of this then I will.”
“Ok,” Harry agreed calmly, reaching out to squeeze one of Loki’s hands. “Ok,” he said again, leaning forward to brush Loki’s lips with his. “He won’t hurt you again, I won’t let him. If you think he’s coming, tell me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
Loki scrabbled for his other hand, holding them both tightly as he shook his head. “No! No! You can’t get involved. You and Eileifer have to stay safe, Harry, you have to!”
“I will be safe, I promise. Death cannot take me, Loki, and if needs be she will come to my aid. Not his, never his, I promise you.” Green eyes narrowed at him, searching for a lie that he couldn’t spot. Harry didn’t explain about the Deathly Hallows and he didn’t tell Loki about meeting Death as he took his son away, instead Harry held him close and promised Loki that everything would be ok.
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Words: 5,212
Chapter 6
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Cannot get the next part to agree with me. Got half way through the next sex scene and went... BRICK WALL!
As I'm working all day tomorrow, getting reading to go out TOMORROW NIGHT, tonight, and then working/dying from alcohol poisoning (again: it seems to be a bank holiday thing) all day Monday... Have plans with the kids Tues and Weds for Halloween, cause my Mum won't take them on her own, this chapter will be.... yeah!
You've already waited long enough. So I'm splitting it in two. Sorry for the random ending of Part I.
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WARNINGS: Sex, language, Loki has some sort of strange fixation on the taste of sperm; you know, the usual.
Words: 3,586
Chapter 6 Part i
October 31st 2014. New Orleans.
It wasn’t what Harry had been expecting when he’d headed up to bed, but it was certainly a nice surprise. Loki had offered to put Eileifer to bed so that Harry could finish writing his latest work article; it wasn’t due for another week, but having it out of the way was sort of an essential part of Loki’s plan though Loki hadn’t let on to what he was planning. Looking at the man - well, no, woman actually - now though, Harry could probably guess why Loki wanted to free some time up.
“Hello,” Harry offered softly, the corners of his lips curving up slowly as Loki’s head snapped around to face the door.
She was lying on her stomach, stretched out across the length of the bed, knees bent so that her feet were up above her shoulders. Her hair was longer than it was when she was male, and it spilled down her back and around her face, and Harry stepped forward slowly to brush it back out of the way as Loki stared at him with wide green eyes. It was the same face, only a little softer around the edges, the same eyes and mouth, though the bottom lip was fuller, and same nose, and Harry bent down to press a kiss to the furrowed forehead.
“Hello,” Loki whispered back. She turned, almost hesitantly, though Harry wouldn’t have noticed the tightening around her eyes or the stiff set of her shoulders had he not known her so well. She lay upon her back, breasts full and legs pressed tightly together beneath a patch of dark hair. She placed both hands over her crotch, hiding herself, though there wasn’t much to see with her legs folded and ankles crossed and not enough space for air to slip between her thighs let alone anything else.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, pulling off his glasses. His eyes had gotten a little better with age, especially after he had gotten around to visiting a specialist and getting the right prescription lenses, so now he mostly used his glasses while driving or working. He folded them, leaning across Loki who tensed and then relaxed almost immediately, to put them on the nightstand. He knew what she was doing, understood the hints she had been dropping for the last week, but Harry had paid them no mind. Loki had always been nervous, hands shaking, or mouth trembling, as he had made the innuendos or suggestions or jokes, as he always passed them off to be. Even now, her hands shook, nails biting into the delicate flesh of her groin, and Harry feigned obtuseness to give her the chance to change her mind. He wasn’t going to question her: asking her if she was sure would be an insult. She, who had gone through so much and come out the other side of it, was perfectly capable of deciding to have sex, saying otherwise would only hurt Loki’s feelings and upset him, or make him think that Harry didn’t desire him (because he was used, shamed, defiled, or unworthy; they were some of Loki’s favourite things to call himself, no matter how many times Harry tried to tell him they weren’t truths).
“What do you think I’m doing?” Loki questioned voice softer than when she was male. She looked up at Harry, as the other man pulled off her shirt and shimmied out of his trousers, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her hands slipped away from her body, coming to rest by her sides, and then slowly, Loki moved them up to her pillow. She held onto the fabric, clutching a little in each fist, her hair getting tangled around the fingers of one hand, and she spread her legs invitingly. “They did not take me like this.” Loki whispered, keeping her eyes on Harry’s face. “I have not been taken like this in a very long time. I would have you take the honour.”
Harry said nothing. He moved to the bed, leaning down over Loki to press a kiss against her mouth, and she moaned, letting go of the pillow to grab hold of his shoulders, pulling at him until he fell down on top of her.
“No!” She hissed, hands shaking against his shoulders. She didn’t push him away, but Harry could feel her nails brushing back and forth as her hands clenched against his skin, wanting to sink in and hurt to get him off of her, but she didn’t. Because Harry pulled away immediately, sitting beside her on the bed and smiling warmly even as she glanced away in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling pathetic.
He didn’t ask her if she still wanted this, because her leg had shifted up so that her thigh was pressed against his, and her hands had wandered to his waist.
“Come here.” Harry reached for her, hands on hers and pulling until she was sitting up and scrambling onto his lap. Once she was seated on him, a leg on either side of his naked waist and his cock pressing against her sex, Harry pressed another kiss to her mouth. At the same time, one hand moved to squeeze her breast, pausing in case she reacted badly. When Loki did nothing but moan, Harry pressed his hand against her hander, thumb moving uncertainly to flick against her nipple. His other hand moved from her waist to the apex of her legs, one finger at a time, pressing within her - already wet and slick and welcoming - while Loki writhed in his lap.
“This works rather well,” Harry whispered, as he pulled his mouth away from hers.
As long as she stayed on top, Harry didn’t think she would panic. It was the feeling of being pinned, out of control and vulnerable that terrified Loki, even though she wore a different body. Like Harry, who had had nightmares for years about the war and those years before, who always reacted worse if there was someone trying to stop him thrashing, trying to stop him from clawing the skin around his scar right off of his face by pinning his hands, and all his brain could think was, “No, no, no,”, even though no one was trying to hurt him. It had been instinctual, to flinch away if Voldemort’s hands were too close to his throat or his face, and it had been for years. Similarly, Harry had known that Loki didn’t like to feel trapped. Loki was always the one to push him against a wall, or climb onto him when he was sitting on the sofa, or cuddle against his chest or spoon against Harry’s back at night. It worked well; Harry thought again, pressing another kiss to Loki’s panting mouth, because girls on top were usually the ones in control, or so Ginny had told him once.
“I’ve never done this before,” Harry told her, the hand leaving her breast to brush lightly over Loki’s lips and jaw, “so I’m afraid it’s all on you. Do with me as you will.” He lay back against the pillow, that free hand tight on her waist to keep her steady, even as the other worked her open. “What would you have me do, Loki love?”
She felt a thrill rush through her, sharp and soothing, like the days before when she lusted and desired and wanted and sex was a pleasure. This was like then, before Thanos and her imprisonment; this was the way things were supposed to be. And the desire burned within her, through her veins setting her blood on fire with need and into her core and she rocked against Harry’s hand, desperate and whining because those fingers suddenly weren’t enough, weren’t deep or long or thick enough and she needed more. She needed everything he would give her.
“I need you,” she told him, panting through the words, while moving one of her own hands down to play with her clit. “I need you inside of me.”
And Harry was hard for her too, his cock curving up against his stomach, thick and purpling at the tip. Semen gathered there, and Harry reached for himself, swirling his fingers through the pre-come and using it to coat the rest of his length (liberal, though it was not), but Loki was wet enough that lube would be unnecessary. Forgetting her hatred of the taste, and the disgust that turned her stomach when she remembered the feel of it on her tongue, Loki reacted without thinking, and she grabbed hold of Harry’s hand. She brought it to her mouth, sucking the come off his fingers and palm, and moaned from the taste of him. Harry allowed her free reign, panting harshly, but never complaining, as she sucked his fingers even after they were clean. She did the same for the hand that had been pleasuring her, using her other hand to tease herself, and when she let Harry go he put both of his wet hands on her breasts, thumbs on her nipples, as she took hold of his cock and took it inside of herself.
Loki’s head fell back, eyes squeezed closed and mouth open, and Harry stared at the sight of her, enraptured, until she broke the spell by moving. She rocked above him, her body hot around his own, tight and slick, and he took in the sight of her as she rode him, breasts bouncing and hair flying around her face, her hands on his chest for leverage and her thighs taunt and shaking from the effort. She bounced in his lap, and her eyes strayed between him and glancing down at the place where their bodies joined, watching as his cock appeared and then disappeared back into her cunt. Sounds of sex filled the room, their panting and his moaning and the occasional scream Loki let out, the slapping of skin against skin, the friction of his cock against her insides and the bite of her nails against his chest, and it was over before either of them knew it. Loki’s back arched as she cried out, Harry’s thumb pinching down hard on her clit as one of his fingers pushed into her alongside his cock, giving her that little extra she needed to tip over the edge. She clamped down around him, and Harry pulled his hand free, grabbing her waist and rolling her before she realised. When she was beneath him, still shaking from orgasm, Harry pressed into her twice more before coming, mouth against hers to distract her as he released within her, hot and sticky and better than she could remember semen ever feeling, and he rolled off of her straight away.
“I didn’t panic,” she breathed, chest still heaving. She sounded surprised, and she glanced over at Harry with watery green eyes, closing them in relief because if she could end with Harry on top of her perhaps soon they could start like that as well? And Harry had been right: every day, it gets a little easier to live with, to move passed. “I love you.” When his eyes opened again, Loki was a man, and Harry gathered him against his chest, sweat and come and tears ignored as they cuddled in the afterglow.
“I love you too,” Harry told him, before taking down the silencing charm, and summoning their blanket back up off of the floor.
“I am happy,” Loki whispered, eyes fluttering closed, lashes feathering against his cheeks and his breath fanning Harry’s chest as he fell asleep in his arms. Harry watched him sleep, happy too, happier than he could remember being in fifteen years of marriage. Loki didn’t have a nightmare, and they slept peacefully until the morning, when Eileifer woke them with his cries. Though he lacked a womb or a vagina at the moment, pain still shot up Loki’s spine at the sudden movement, but instead making him feel nauseous, the reminder of the night before made him smile.
XXX
November 2nd 2014.
They had sex again that night, though this time Loki waited until Harry was already in bed before appearing in a flash of green, butt naked, on top of him. She had bitten her bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth as she glanced nervously around, still unable to believe that Harry could want her, love her, as much as she did him. The sight of Loki like that, shy but determined to have what she wanted, sent blood rushing to Harry’s cock, and before he could stop himself he flipped her onto the bed, his body pressing her down into the mattress as her arms came up to pull him closer. She didn’t push him away, and she didn’t tense up, instead she surged forward to kiss him, sure that he would not hurt her, sure that he would stop if she asked, and she let Harry fuck her like that: on her back beneath him, with both of her arms held above her head by one of his own (and though she could fight him off any time she liked, she lay helplessly beneath him, her body arching into every touch and her mouth following his as each kiss ended, and she cried out for more as his cock pulled out of her, the head just barely breaching her, leaving her empty and hollow, and she screamed his name every time he surged forward again to fill her). When they were done, and his seed was running down her thighs -she smiled at that fact, because it was Harry’s and not theirs, because Harry was hers - she whispered softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Harry replied, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.
They lay together in silence, until Loki’s breasts slipped away, and his genitals were outside rather than in, and he turned to face Harry directly. “I would tell you a story,” he whispered, cautiously.
“Then the floor is yours, Loki love.”
“Thanos is searching for an item, of such capabilities that it has been hidden away for eons and the keys to unlocking its power have been separated, sent to the ends of the earth in the care of various individuals who can protect them.” Loki paused to lick his lips and brush his fringe out of his eyes. He reached out with his magic, dipping into the space within realities and pulling out a ring set with a purple stone.
“Wizard space,” Harry whispered, looking impressed.
“A pocket of reality that is filled with magical potential,” Loki corrected, smiling fondly at his lover. He slid the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand. “This is one of them,” he told Harry, “one of the keys to unlocking the gauntlets power. There are six of them, I have one, my brother has another, the other four are scattered throughout the nine realms. I know two for sure are here, upon Midgard, though one was stolen from its guardian by a man who calls himself Magneto. My fa- the Allfather,” Loki corrected, not sure if he could address the man as Father without permission, not after all they had been through and how Loki had been so unwilling to forgive when last Odin extended his hand. “The Allfather has a seventh gem, one that was created the last and only time Thanos united the Infinity Gems with their Gauntlet. It is called the Ego Gem and it has powers beyond all imaginings. Thanos means to destroy all life, to end all worlds, Asgard, Midgard, Helheimr, those worlds which are unnamed or unknown, anywhere with life, Thanos means to ravage.”
“Why?” Harry reached out a hand, brushing his fingers down the side of Loki’s face, trying to brush away the look of fear that was across it.
“The last time, he fancied himself in love with Death herself. They were a couple, or they were courting, or he was seeking her attentions; I was young, I do not really remember. I would have been about seven Earth years and the Allfather came to me with a purple stone and told me it was a gift from Lady Death and I was to protect it always. I know Thanos loved her, and he believed that she would love him too if he gave her freedom. If he eradicated all life, if there was no one left to die, and he became immortal to avoid dying in the process, he and Death could be forever together and nothing could come between them. He destroyed his own planet, took a handful of loyalists onto his ship and blew everyone else up. The Allfather joined a council, some of the people who have the Gems were on the council, and Death came to them and offered to help them stop Thanos.”
“Because if there was no life, there can be no death. And without death, Death would have no purpose.”
“Yes,” Loki agreed. “But Thanos did not believe that when he was told. Lady Death did not come to him again, and the Gems were separated and the Gauntlet brought to Asgard for safe keeping, and Thanos banished to the dregs of space. And then I fell. I landed right in his lap. I, Loki of Asgard, who could teleport between the realms. I, Prince of Asgard, who had access to the weapons vault and the Gauntlet, who wore one of the gems on his finger and whose brother and father wore another each. I was so angry, so bitter, I agreed to everything he wanted, but only if he gave me a planet to rule. I choose Midgard, because Thor had picked Midgard over me and I wanted to spite him. Thanos would spare that one planet, because it was mine, and while the rest of the Nine Realms burned, Thor would look upon Midgard before he died and know that it was I, not him, who kept his precious planet safe, all of Earth would know it, and they would worship me for it.”
“But the Avengers stopped you?”
“Yes. The Avengers,” he hissed angrily, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, “defeated the Chitauri and gave myself up to them, because I knew Thor would bring me back to Asgard, and there were no Chitauri there, no SHIELD, no Thanos. I gave the Chitauri the Tesseract. It was there for the taking, but no one took it! Thanos followed me back to Asgard, I had thought I was safe from him, I thought he couldn’t get in, because why did he need me to bring him to Asgard if he could get in himself? But he followed me and there was no one who could save me from him, until Sigyn found me and then you found me, and-” Loki sobbed, something raw and broken sounding escaping his throat before his hands were pressing against his mouth to silence himself. “I dream sometimes,” he said, once he had composed himself, “of Thanos. He searched for me, he has others under his control and they look for me. Amora in Asgard, a man with dark hair in Vanaheimr. I have two brothers in Jötunheimr, though I have never met them and they would likely deny me as I would no doubt them. One is King there now, and a Jötun tried to slit his throat last month for making a pact against Thanos with Asgard.”
“How do you know these things?” Harry looked confused. Dreaming was one thing, Harry used to dream about the things Voldemort did or said or thought, but that was because he was a Horcrux and they were linked. Thanos had been inside of Loki’s mind though, had controlled him and was now controlling these other, which might explain some of what he knew, but unless Býleistr had been speaking to Odin while the other Jötun attacked Loki wouldn’t have been able to know the real reason for the attack.
“I am Loki World Walker,” he told Harry with a half-smile, “it may not be safe for my body to be noticed upon other worlds, but in my dreams my spirit is free to travel. It is better to keep ahead of your enemies, Harry, and I was foolish to let myself believe I was safe before. I will not be caught off guard by Thanos again, by anyone, and if I must follow him as I sleep to make sure of this then I will.”
“Ok,” Harry agreed calmly, reaching out to squeeze one of Loki’s hands. “Ok,” he said again, leaning forward to brush Loki’s lips with his. “He won’t hurt you again, I won’t let him. If you think he’s coming, tell me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
Loki scrabbled for his other hand, holding them both tightly as he shook his head. “No! No! You can’t get involved. You and Eileifer have to stay safe, Harry, you have to!”
“I will be safe, I promise. Death cannot take me, Loki, and if needs be she will come to my aid. Not his, never his, I promise you.” Green eyes narrowed at him, searching for a lie that he couldn’t spot. Harry didn’t explain about the Deathly Hallows and he didn’t tell Loki about meeting Death as he took his son away, instead Harry held him close and promised Loki that everything would be ok.
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