Power of the Throne (Closed for Watching Cloud)

She found her arms going around his neck and she slipped off the side of the tub, allowing him to pull her body tightly against his own, the towel that had been covering her wedged awkwardly between them. Despite the initial shock of pain from her injuries, she found herself moaning softly into his mouth as she kissed him back, enjoying the sweet taste of him. It was only after several minutes that she loosened her arms, allowing her petite body to slide down his own 6 foot plus frame until she was able to stand on her own feet.

She had intended to stop herself, to reign the heat that now swirled through her body, but instead she found herself kissing his chest, nipping his skin gently with her teeth. The towel that had been separating them had fallen away and her breasts were now pressed against him sending another thrill through her.

She kissed her way up to his neck, having to stand on tip toe to even reach it, ignoring the pain in her jaw, a million thoughts racing through her head, though she was enjoying the taste of his skin too much to voice them.
 
As Ivy slid off the edge of the tub, Loki's hands moved to her ass to support her. Only soaked satin panties, under shorts, and a towel separated. It wasn't long before the towel left the party.

Ivy stood and kissed his chest. Loki watched, running his hands through her hair, savoring the sensations. Her firm breasts pressed into him, nipples every bit as hard as his constrained cock.

She kissed her way back up to his neck and Loki leaned down to find her lips once more, now with more heat, more urgency. His hands slid up her side until it cupped one of those lovely breasts. He explored its shape and texture, how she responded to his touch. With his thumb, he began to slowly circle the hardened nipple.

After some time, Loki broke off their kiss and nibbled his way along her cheek, under her earlobe, and down her neck. Kisses, licks, even a soft bite here and there. He then kissed her collarbone and worked his way down to the upper swell of her breasts. Bending over further, he lifted one perfect breast and flicked his tongue across the tip of the nipple.
 
When he kissed her again, all reservations she had flew out the window as she kissed him back with the same heat and hunger. It had been a long time since she had been intimate with anyone and she would have been lying if she hadn’t gained a bit of a crush on him during her time in Asgard.

When his thumb found her nipple she moaned wantonly into his mouth, gasping as he pulled away from from her. She bit her bottom lip as he trailed kisses down her skin, her fingers moving into his hair as she watched his mouth move closer to her breasts. She watched with anticipation as he moved closer to her eager nipple and jumped as the tip of his hot wet tongue flicked over her sensitive peak.

She felt herself throbbing down her core as he teased her nipples, her hands running down through his hair, over his shoulders and down his back, her nails raking back up his back lightly, her head tilting back as she enjoyed the sensations he was sending through her body.

When she could take it no more, she pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him hungrily as she hopped up to sit on the edge of the large tub again, pulling Loki’s body between her legs. She then ran her hands over back and ass pulling him closer.
 
Loki readily allowed Ivy to pull him between her legs until his erection mashed into her crotch. He matched the urgency of her kissing while his hands roved across her neck and shoulders, back and arms, across her breasts and over her tummy.

Eventually, he broke off the kissing and took half a step back to take in her nearly nude body. Despite the bruises, she was alluring. Her skin was flushed rather than the distressing blue it had been during their escape. There was a wild, playful, desperate edge in her eyes and he had no intention of letting go of that.

Loki knelt down before her, his arms spreading her legs just a bit wider. He ran his fingers down the length of her body from shoulders to thighs to feet, then back up until nearly reaching her panties. The satin material was nearly sheer from the water and it clung to every curve of her labia. Loki licked his lips before leaning forward to plant a line of kisses from her pubic bone downward.

Even through the wet fabric, Loki could smell Ivy. The hunger within him burned. She would be his. Had to be his.

He looked up at her with smoldering eyes. "This god will worship at the Ivy temple."

Loki didn't wait to see if she would help him remove her panties. Instead, he tore through the fabric as if it were tissue paper. Beau would no doubt supply her with plenty of replacements. Now, it had to be out of the way as quickly as possible.

Beautiful. He almost growled as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue up the entire length of her slit until flicking across the engorged nub of her clit.
 
She bit her bottom lip as she watched him move down her body. She leaned back on her hands as he spread her legs wider, gasping as he ripped her panties free from her body. There was something about him the unleashed something primordial in her and all she wanted to do was tackle and claim him. Before she could take action, however, he practically growled at her, the reaction making her whole body quiver. When she felt his tongue on her, her head lolled back and she moaned low in her throat.

Her moaning continued as he continued to inflict sweet torture on her clit. She could feel her herself throb, her nectar flowing freely as he expertly worked her body. She opened her legs wider for him as she laid back on the floor, her hands moving to grab her breasts as her hips bucked against his mouth.

“Oh my God Loki,” She moaned as her back arched up to meet his mouth. Before long she was panting, her body writhing beneath his very Godly mouth.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out as she came, her ass rising off the ground with the force of her pleasure. She reveled in it and it was only after several moments that she was able to think, if think was the word one would use.

When she sat up again, she looked at Loki with lusty desire that it took every fiber of her being not to tackle him all together.

“I want you,” She said in a dusky voice as she pulled him closer to her, sliding her hands down his sides until they hooked under the short he was wearing and slid them down. She was not disappointed when his gift was revealed, only grinning and wrapping her hand around his length as she started to stroke him slowly. Her mouth moved over his chest and nipples, her teeth gently tugging on the latter.
 
“Oh my God Loki,” she moaned.

Loki's tongue didn't stop licking, but he chuckled inwardly and thought, "Yes, yes I am." Soon after, he brought her to a powerful climax. He savored the last taste before she clearly became too sensitive and collapsed on her back.

Sitting up, Ivy declared her need for him. His desire for her was just as urgent and her hand upon his freed cock was bliss. Her mouth and teeth roamed his chest and he was even startled when she playfully bit his nipples. Naughty girl, he thought, unable to repress a moan of pleasure.

He let Ivy tease and play with him for a minute before wrapping her in his arms and lifting her free of the tub. He carried her into the adjacent bedroom where all the windows were open to let in a pleasant breeze carried above the tree tops. On their damp skin, the breeze carried a bit of chill, but that was of little concern next to the heat of her skin on his.

Loki laid Ivy across the bed, settling in on top of her. He kissed her mouth and nose and eyelids, hands sliding up her sides and over her breasts. Between them, his cock rocked against her, slowly getting closer until he felt the tip at her entrance. So hot, so wet.

Everything else froze as he nudged the head of his cock against and then just inside. He teased, just barely penetrating, over and over until he sensed a desperation bordering on frustration. Then he slid all the way in.
 
Ivy kissed his neck, even bit it a little roughly as he carried her to the bed. She whimpered as he settled in over her, her hardened nipples brushing against his skin. When he rocked against her she moaned softly and fell into agony as he teased her. When he finally entered her completely she moaned as she felt intense pleasure throughout her body.

Something about it all felt incredibly right and fit against her perfectly. She found herself wrapping her right leg around his waist, her arms moving around his torso, her nails digging into his back slightly. Something about him brought out the wanton side of her, all she wanted to do was bit and claw him until they were both completely sated. However, the other part of her was enjoying just being close to him, the sheer scent of his skin was driving her mad.

As he drove into her, she found her hips meeting his own with equal fervor. He played her body like a fine instrument and stroked all the right strings. She felt the coil deep inside of her start to tighten and before long, it broke. She cried out, pressing her face into his neck as her body was consumed by the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.
 
Loki was a born trickster and cheat. He was also skilled in magic. Combining those traits came naturally to him and not always solely for his benefit. Times like these, for example.

As he began thrusting, Loki's mind brushed with the surface of Ivy's. He wasn't a skilled mind reader, but he could ride the waves of intention and desire, emotion and response. His own body responded and adjusted to these cues to feed Ivy everything she craved. In her, he found a woman who longed for something more, something greater. A kindred spirit in that regard, to be certain. And, to his surprise, he discovered how many of his own needs had gone unmet for so long - not of the body, but of that truly intimate connection.

Loki met Ivy's passion, her aggression, then felt and savored the rise and peak of her orgasm. His body echoed hers and soon after he buried himself deep and released. God and mortal, together - a tale as old as time.

Perhaps Thor had been on to something, taking a human lover. Loki was too pleased to let the errant thought of his brother irritate him.

Loki held Ivy tight, relishing the feel of her lips and breath upon his neck. The tension in his body slowly abated, but he was careful not to settle all his weight upon his lover. Yes, lover. He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, and finally upon the lips.

In a whisper, he said, "Now that's a bad idea I can get behind, my Ivy."
 
She chuckled softly at his comment and then kissed him softly on his lips. She couldn’t help but like him and she supposed that was her downfall. The bastard was simply too charming and entirely too good looking. That coupled with the fact that they seemed to stir equal levels of desire and passion in each other, it made him damn well irresistible.

“You’ll be the death of me,” she responded, moving her legs up and down his own, caressing them before she let them fall to either side of him.

She didn’t want him to leave, she loved the feeling of him being deeply seated within her and felt possessed by him as his large frame dominated her own smaller body. If this was heaven, or even hell, she was willing to stay and face the consequences.

It was then that said consequences started to make themselves known. The bruises she had received from their friendly neighborhood ice giants started to throb now that the pleasure of her orgasm started to fade. Her eyebrows knitted together as she winced against their pain; another reminder of what she deemed her stupidity.

“I think I might need to get back into that delicious tub of seduction my God,” she told him as she caressed his hair, tucking a lock behind his ear, “as much as I wish to say here forever, the frost giants have left a few calling cards on my weak mortal body,” she smiled at him gently, even as her jaw throbbed. For the first time she realized that she must look like a bruised banana and felt embarrassed, turning her eyes from his.
 
Loki smiled at Ivy's self assessment, then kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Just remember, you gave more than you took."

Reluctantly, Loki slid out of his lover and slowly rose. Indeed, Ivy had taken several painful looking blows and he felt a bit guilty for taking care of her before, well, taking care of the rest of her. Still, she was gorgeous, and he couldn't help but admire her.

"Go hop in," he said, standing and helping her up. "I'll be back in a minute with something that might help."

Not bothering to dress, Loki hurried down to the kitchen and rummaged around for a few things. When he returned, he found Ivy reclining in the tub, breasts bobbing invitingly at the surface.

"Wine," he said, holding up a bottle and two glasses. Then he showed a smaller jar. "And ointment. Not sure how well it'll work on you, but I can attest to its effectiveness on Asgardians. Should ease the pain and speed the healing of those bruises."

Loki poured the wine and set the ointment aside for after their bath. He slipped into the water beside Ivy and kissed her before taking a drink.

"Better?"
 
She chuckled at his response and did her best not to look too disappointed when he moved away from her. She accepted his help getting up and happily went back into the bathing pool.

As usual, the magic in the house seemed to respond to her every need. The water was hot with a light layer of scented bubbles floating on the water’s surface. She slowly eased herself into the hot water, gasping softly at the hot water hit her skin, tinging it pink. She stretched her arms out along the tubs edge and let her head lean back on a towel as she closed her eyes.

She opened them again when she heard Loki pad into the room, wine in hand, in all his naked glory. She accepted the wine and took a drink, the liquid warming her throat and stomach as it went down.

“If it doesn’t,” She referred to the ointment, “I’m sure the wine will make me care very little about the pain,” She offered with a smile as she took a sip.

When he kissed her she found herself blushing, though she didn’t know why. After what had just transpired she doubted there was anything to by shy or coy about, however, she was glad of the slight coverage the bubble in the water afforded her.

“Yes, thank you,” She responded to his query. “What about you? I hope neither I nor the frost giants have injured you too much, though, from the look of things, you seem to be whole.”
 
"Well, you managed to alert me to the threat just before I went in," Loki said, then went on to give her a brief account of what went down in the ice cave after he went in.

"So, there is the serious matter of frost giants coming into Asgard in numbers. That their new king was there is especially troubling. I'll need to close the breach as soon as realistic. You said you had some thoughts on how to do that?

"Not, mind, that I want to put you back at risk like that again."

He decided not to bring up his bigger concern, that the frost giants now knew for certain he was still alive. That could quickly lead to blowing his cover as Odin, if it were to get out. He wanted the breach sealed and every frost giant killed.
 
The idea of ever having to see those creatures again sent a chill through her. The next time they met, she was sure she wouldn’t be alive to tell the tale. She took a long drink of wine, the thought draining the playfulness from her mood.

“It’s a matter of magnetic poles, or at least that’s what I was able to figure out from what little I saw. It could be taken down as simply as crude explosives, though it would have to be on a massive level to destroy the crevice in the rock in which the bridge manifested itself,” She said and then finished her wine.

She started to move and could already feel the effects of the alcohol. If her muscles weren’t already relaxed from their time together, they were practically rubber now.

“If you keep plying me with this Asgardian wine, you’ll end up with scratch marks on your back and some very unseemly bite marks on your neck,” she grinned at him, her nervousness soothed for the moment. She then crawled onto his lap facing him and then laid her head on his shoulder. “Equally I could turn into a puddle at this point,” She said with a bit of a yawn.
 
Loki's mind immediately went to various plans to get sufficient explosives into the breach to destroy it. As Odin, he'd have access to materials, though it would raise questions as to their purpose. It was the presence of giants in that area that would make deploying the explosives trickier.

Ivy climbing onto his lap derailed that train of thought.

“If you keep plying me with this Asgardian wine, you’ll end up with scratch marks on your back and some very unseemly bite marks on your neck,” she said before laying he head on his shoulder. He could feel just how relaxed she was as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Sounds like we should get you another glass, then," he said, grinning.

His hands roamed across her back, his touch as gentle as the bubbles. Occasionally, he'd trace lines over her ass or upper thighs. Other times, he'd slide up her sides and graze her breasts. Mostly, he just held her, savoring the feel of her body against his and the light scent of her hair.

After some time, Loki became aware of a gentle rocking between their bodies. Whether one of them had started it or it was simply a result of the water, he didn't know. Regardless, the effect on him was quick and his cock began to swell where it was pinned between them.

"You're having quite an effect on me, Dr. Wild," he whispered before proceeding to nibble her earlobe.
 
She felt him harden beneath her and couldn’t stop herself from sliding up and down his length, all of it rubbing all the right placed. If that weren’t enough, the man’s hand drove her absolutely crazy. She whimpered softly against his neck as she began to kiss and nibble it. At any other time, she would have never really considered herself a sexual being, yes she had had sex but none of it was mind blowing. Now she felt like he was catnip and she was a very addicted kitty.

She ran the tip of her tongue along the line of his throat and then found his mouth. She teased him first, brushing her full lips over his until finally she succumbed to her hunger and kissed him, her tongue moving against his own as she savored the taste of him.

As she kissed him she greedily moved her body so that he could enter her, her body slowly slipping down on his girth. She had to pull away from his kiss as she bit her lip, savoring the feeling again, her hands moving to his shoulders as she got acclimated to his size once more.
 
Loki couldn't help but marvel at how well they fit together as she sank back down on him. She electrified his nerves, driving him wild.

Arms around his neck and legs around his waist, Ivy leaned back as they found their rhythm. Loki supported her with his hands under her ass, fingers wrapped around her perfect curves. With Ivy leaning back, he could watch the water sloshing between them as her breasts floated at the surface. Between that and her expression, he was lost in the moment, all other thoughts and worries set aside.

Loki maintained a steady tempo, reading her responses until driving her to another climax. Her pussy and legs clenched, trying to pull him in deeper. He held her in place until her breathing resumed, then pulled her in for an aggressive kiss, nipping playfully at her bottom lip.

He lifted her from the water and off his cock. Deftly, he positioned himself behind her and kissed her neck, hands cupping both breasts from behind. As Ivy's body molded with his, Loki reached down to position himself. Ivy tilted her hips back enough to accommodate and he slid back inside...exactly where he belonged. Together, the found a new rhythm while his hands and lips resumed exploring and tasting every bit of her delectable skin.
 
She was pleasantly surprised when her orgasm came more quickly than before. AS she rode him, he stoked a fire deep inside of her soon burned her to her very core. Her head fell back as she came hard around him, her pussy clenching around him, not wanting to let go. When she finally started to catch her breath he pulled her in for a kiss and she kissed him back just as passionately.

She felt consumed by him as their lips and tongues danced against each other. She didn’t understand her hunger for him, why she couldn’t seem to get enough of his taste, his skin, the feeling of him buried deep inside of her, she constantly wanted more.

When he lifted her away from him, she pouted at him disappointedly until she realized what he was doing. Something about him brought out the sex kitten in the normally reserved and shy science nerd. She pouted over her shoulder at him until he filled her once more, the new sensation this angle brought made her nipples harden almost painfully at the sheer pleasure of it.

Her right hand reached around to his neck, holding on tightly to him as the other went to his hip. However, as his rhythm increased she found herself leaning over, bracing her hands on the side of the tub. The water sloshed furiously around them as she started to cried out with every slam he made into her body. She found herself slamming her hands over her mouth to muffle her moan as she cried out of the strength of her third orgasm.

When she came down finally, she was completely exhausted and emotionally drained. Her legs were rubber and she knew at some point, her mind would have to come to terms with the fact that she was enamored with the man who tried to dominate her planet and might be angling to do it again. For now she didn’t want to think about it, or the fact that she was probably just another notch in his proverbial belt.
 
Loki felt his body seize and climax moments after Ivy. He held her so hard, trying to bury himself so deeply, he had to remind himself she was human and he could easily hurt her. Forcibly relaxing his grip on her hips (and hair, at the very end), he savored the moment and their shared connection. It had been ages since he'd had this much fun with a woman who wasn't "performing" for him.

He held Ivy in his arms, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders, while their breathing calmed. Finally, his softening cock slipped out of her, and he eased them both back into the water to rinse off. Between soft kisses and knowing looks, he washed her body.

"Maybe we should try that ointment before I make things any worse," he said with a glint in his eye.

Reluctantly, he dismissed the water from the tub and half led, half carried the spent Ivy out and toweled her dry. After drying himself as well, Loki opened the jar of cream and gently applied it to all of her bruises. If it worked on her like it did him, she'd feel better by tonight and have few to no signs of bruising by the next morning.

He took her in his arms when finished and kissed her again.

"I'm not sure about you, but I've worked up a bit of an appetite? Lunch and a bit of light bomb planning, perhaps?"
 
She savored the feeling of his hands on her body as he washed her. Had she not been so spent it would have elicited another round of intense sex on her part, but she alas, even she had her limits.

When he suggested the ointment all she could do was nod and enjoy the feeling of him rubbing the ointment on. It took the pain away immediately and she could feel herself healing from her injuries not long after it’s application.

She hadn’t realized she was hungry until he brought up lunch and bombing and she found herself rousing.

“You sure know how to charm a girl,” She teased him, “how did you know explosives got me hot and bothered?” She asked as she sat up and padded to the armoire, grabbing a frothy dressing gown and wrapping it around herself.

She almost hated to go back to reality, but it was necessary, even she knew that at some point her fun would have to come to an end and that she would have to go back home. The thought of not seeing him again suddenly seized her heart and she paused for a moment before pushing it out of her mind.

She crawled back into the bed and curled up against it’s many pillows. She had questions, oodles of them, it was simply her nature, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. As if reading her mind, food magically appeared on a tray on the bed and she smiled. She poured them both a cup of tea and grabbed a croissant and moaned.

“You guys must put crack in the food here…it’s a good thing I’ll be sent back sooner than later, hopefully before I end up a hippo,” she chuckled.
 
Loki donned a loose pair of pants before joining Ivy in bed. Apparently, between the mention of food and her hunger, she'd tripped the Tree House's automated responses. Food appearing beside the bed only appeared as magic. It was all part of the fresh restocking he'd ordered the previous day ahead of their arrival.

He, too, was famished and began devouring the food.

“You guys must put crack in the food here…it’s a good thing I’ll be sent back sooner than later, hopefully before I end up a hippo,” she chuckled.

He didn't get the reference to "crack," but could guess close enough to get the gist. It was the bit about being sent home that caught his attention, though.

"Who said anything about sending you home?" He raised an eyebrow. "I mean, of course we wouldn't hold you here against your will, but there's always a place in Asgard for a brilliant and inventive mind. Especially one as...talented and inspired...as yourself."

Was he really inviting her to stay? She had acquitted herself rather well so far and he was becoming rather enamored of her. What would her presence do for his aspirations, though? Would she put up with him and his goals? And given how sharp she was, how long until she saw through his ruse as Odin and began asking difficult questions?

His gaze slid down just a bit to where her cleavage peeked out of the gown. Even he, a god, could be distracted by such simple things. Fun and lovely things. Questions could be answered later.

"Is the lady in such a hurry to leave?"
 
Ivy chuckled a bit as he gave reasons that she might stay, “Oh, I’m sure there are minds more brilliant than mine here, and I’m sure you’ll have no trouble filling your bed when I’ve gone either, so don’t sound so glum,” She told him, cynical enough to have the presumption that she was merely another conquest, not that she was complaining, not entirely anyway.

“But no, not in a hurry. However, I imagine at some point someone might wonder where I’ve gotten to,” she added, especially given the funding she got and where it presumably came from given her access to vibranium.

She held her tea in her hands and leaned back in the pillows as she looked at him. If only such delights could last forever. She drained the rest of her tea and set the cup down on the nightstand before cuddling back in the pillows again and yawning and doing her best to fight sleep, though it was a losing battle.

“How much time do you think we have before the frost giants start flooding Asgard?”
 
Loki tried to look disappointed by Ivy's suggestion she wasn't worthy of being among the Asgardians. They weren't nearly as ambitious as her, for the most part, and few were probably truly as brilliant. Standing on the shoulders of their predecessors, really.

As for the frost giants...

"I expect some are already here," he said. "I don't know how great a force their king brought with him. I'm guessing small, but I could be wrong. It's possible they're already poring through the breach. But it's a risky move and he knows it."

He set aside his tea and took her hand. "Honestly, the sooner, the better. Tonight, probably. I'll have to get the explosives and find a way back there. Unless...unless you think you could have your device trace back to where it jumped from in Jotenheim. That would simplify things immensely."
 
She didn’t buy his attempt at disappointment for one second, but she wasn’t going to let it ruin her afterglow. She made herself wake up when he spoke of the fact that the frost giants were probably already in Asgard. She mentally cursed herself for allowing herself to give in to Loki when there were so many lives at stake.

“Since, presumably, you used the device while in Jotenheim, it will automatically track back to it until I reset it again,” she told him, “All you have to do is have physical contact with what you’re taking with you, and it will transport with you.”

The thought of having to see the frost giants again made her stomach turn and she was decidedly done with the otherwise irresistible spread that was laid out on the bed.

“What can I do? I’m sure I’ve only inspired their ire further and others should not have to pay for my mistakes” she said as she willed herself to stand. “When do we leave?”
 
Loki considered their options. There were definitely a lot of holes and unknowns.

"Well, popping in with explosives might work, but we don't know what'll be there waiting for us. If they're smart, they'll be ready for just such a move. Plus, we'd have to make a quick turn around to get back out of there. That's a lot of uncertainty."

He pursed his lips, considering.

"I'm guessing it's too much to hope your device could send a package through without going itself? Maybe a future iteration?

"And as for the giants already through, I'd need to know how many in order to decide the best response. I could send word to have soldiers deployed to the area, but that risks word of my being alive spreading. That carries some political and strategic downsides. Given your talent for killing giants, the two of us might be able to do some damage if we're sneaky and know what we're up against."

He needed more information, unfortunately. And their skiff was tied up on the shore by the breach. It was likely the frost giants had already discovered it.

Loki explained to Ivy about the loss of their one transport option, but then his eyes widened. "But, your next set of clothes are to be delivered later this afternoon. It's an anonymous courier who doesn't know what's in the package or to whom it's being delivered. We could commandeer their vehicle. It should be a low-flying skimmer, something that we could use to get back in the area of the breach and do some scouting."

It sounded risky, but Loki figured the breach was too small for the frost giants to have brought much through other than men. Or those damned hounds.
 
She thought about the question for a moment and sat back down. “I could rig it in a way that it functioned on it’s own with a timer. My only concern would be about the device’s return. I only have one other vibranium coil with me. Without it, well, you may very well be stuck with me. I don’t know how I would return home,” She said, paranoid about the idea of only having one coil.

“I think it would be smarter to take the explosives and pop back. One doesn’t need to be inside the frost giant cave to destroy the portal, simply the configuration of the stone around the rip on Asgard,” she explained.

She gave him a sarcastic laugh when he brought up her kill record. “I’d never killed anything more than a spider in my whole life, a few days around you and I’m a murder queen,” she half jested, not entirely sure how to feel about that.

She listened to his plan with the skimmer and nodded. She had made this mess, or at least contributed to it greatly, and it was only fair that she helped to clean it up.

“Sounds like a plan Commander,” She told him, giving him mock salute, “in that case,” She said as she moved back into the bed proper, “that gives me a few hours to rest before I go on my rampage,” She told him as she pulled the blankets over her body. She needed to recover not only from amorous activities, but from the beating she had taken from the frost giants. She was soon sound asleep.

She awoke when she heard activity in the distance, presuming that the transport was close, or would be soon. She noted that her bruises had already healed significantly, and she felt more awake and alert than she would have otherwise, given the few hours she had managed to sleep.

She got up and French braided her hair back from her face and called her armor to her. She walked to the table where her weapons were and loaded them on her person. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she thought about having to face the frost giants again, but made her way out of the bedroom to find Loki none the less.
 
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