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Loki sighed in the midst of his chambers. Tonight was the night. He was to be married, and Loki did not like that idea one bit.

The prince has always fantasized about marriage and starting a family, but he knew that would never be the case with him. How would he find someone that liked him, never mind wanting to marry him?

His shoulders were slumped and his head stared at the luxurious fluffy rug at the foot of his bed. He was royalty, and he would have to maintain the facade for the sake of his head. Loki was threatened by Odin with death if he didn't marry this mysterious princess from a farther planet, beyond the nine realms. Odin told the prince he had already caused too much damage ruining Thor's coronation and almost killing himself by falling off the Bifrost and if he didn't wish to be tortured, Loki must obey every hideous whim of the Allfather.

The prince sat there, for a while, his mind racing on this mysterious woman, who he didn't really hear much about. From the swift exchange of the palace servants, he had come to the conclusion that the princess was an unpleasant, loudmouthed, little bitch. He couldn't complain; they talked the same way about him. God knows why would Odin give Loki away to someone like that, what leverage would Asgard gain?

A faint knock on the door stirred Loki from his thoughts, a vague sound he was unaccustomed to, used only by Frigga and the head servant. It was now only for him to try and make out which of the two it was. Frigga's knock was usually grazing but loud enough to be heard from his washroom and the head servants were the complete opposite; loud and demanding. This knock was gentle and soft, a completely new person.

"Come in," his voice was slightly hoarse as Loki wiped his eyes from any visible sign of tears. He hated his fate.

"I brought you some tea, my prince," You sighed quietly.

The author then explained that you were dressed as a royal servant and stole a trolley of tea, just so you could see what lay under the veil of the prince of lies. You had heard the tales of the youngest prince losing his mind, and almost having destroyed Asgard, but what intrigued you was what had caused him to do such a thing. The royal family of Asgard was known to be prestigious and have a strife of perfection, but what had gone wrong? Why was your fiance to be out of line from the rest of his family?

Loki ushered a small 'thank you and then watched you intently as your skilful hands poured some warm earl grey tea into the porcelain cup. His head tilted to the side, feeling inquisitive about the new maid. "Who are you?" He questioned.

"I'm the new servant, your highness," you answered back politely. Loki didn't question you further about your employment, instead, he proceeded to ask you your name, which of course you fumbled at, "My name is Farhani, my prince."

"I see," Loki's mind swirled around the mysterious maid; when he saw her eyes, he knew there was something.... Different about them, they had this glow. His head perked up, and he looked at the pretty woman who poured the tea, her figure gorgeous in her uniform.

"How are you feeling, your majesty, " you asked him. Frankly, you just wanted to know how he felt about your engagement. You had heard of the various rumours of the silver-tongued prince, who ruined his brother's coronation and almost destroyed his kingdom. You knew better than to judge someone based on their worst decisions and qualities. If you were truly going to spend the rest of your life with this gorgeous man, you had to know who he truly was.

"I'm about to marry a woman I've never met in my life before, chosen by the Allfather who has never had good intentions for me. I think I'm doing better than I was when he told me about the marriage a few weeks ago." His mouth opened again, without his mind's permission and asked her a question he wasn't sure if he should have asked. "What's the princess like?"

To be fair, you were taken aback by the question and thought a while before answering, "Well, I'm sure you've heard of all the rumours around her highness, that she's loud and intrusive, but when I served her tea before you, she seemed pretty lovely. She's not assertive as others say her to be, she's... not afraid to voice her opinion and correct others when they're wrong."

Loki answered after a pause, thinking about his princess, "She seems pragmatic."

"Well, your highness, she is. You must get ready for tonight's dinner soon, am I to dress you?" You asked him daintily.

"That's alright, lady Farhani," he gave you a faint smile, Loki looked over to the tight black leather suit-like armour he was to wear tonight, "I'll dress myself."

You walked over to your door, glancing one last time towards the prince and bidding him farewell, "I wish you a happy marriage, prince Loki."

The royal simply nodded in response, hopefully, dinner went well and the princess was as lovely as Farhani described her to be. And when dinner came, and he was seated in the banquet hall, he was utterly nervous.

Loki's hair was done up in a neat fashion, all slicked back and tucked behind his ear. His suit looked presentable and made his stance look slightly more masculine. His chiselled jaw was clean shaved and he hoped his best that the makeup he had used covered up his dark circles and puffy eyes which were the results of sleepless nights accompanied by a fair share of tears. He looked handsome.

Frigga sat him down, stroking his lap as she noticed him pick at his left palm, a stim which he usually did when he was upset or anticipated. "It's alright, my son," she assured him, "The princess will love you."

He didn't have any reaction, Loki simply sat there, letting his anxiety paralyse his entire body. The doors swung open and all three of the people in the room- Loki, Odin and Frigga- stood up in respect. The prince stood still, his throat tightening and his mouth dry. He was going to see the love of his life for the first time, hopefully, she would truly be so.

He felt a tinge of hope, though he didn't know where it came from, and when she entered the room, his whole world came crashing to his feet. You were beautiful. The way the gown twirled across your perfect body and your face was glowing, made Loki's heart twist and clench to the point where he thought he was having a heart attack. Was this goddess the woman he was to spend the rest of his life with?

"King Alzeci, Queen Maniram, And the Princess," Odin boasted, "Welcome to the humble realm of Asgard. We do hope your journey here wasn't too exhausting.'

"Now, now Alfather," The king laughed. He looked pretty similar to the princess; you had his eyes and his hairline, but you seemed to have shared your mother's smile and beauty. "There's no need for such formality, we are to be family after all!"

"Loki!" Odin commanded, snapping at the prince to get his attention. In truth, Loki couldn't keep his eyes off his bride, he seemed enchanted by you, paralysed by your complexion and you seemed to have a similar reaction.

You had seen him before when you entered his room disguised as a maid. He was a handsome young ruler, and no doubt just figuring out his place in this large unknown universe. Something about his aura just seemed to give you a sort of safety net, some form of comfort. He was titled the god of deceit but surely, he couldn't be as bad as his name suggested. Why else would you feel the way you do towards him?

"Loki, This is your bride. The princess of Asari." Odin pronounced your name with a slight boast, and you knew then he hated his son. 'Why?' was your question.

Loki took a step towards you, as your eyes learned his beauty intently from head to toe, and made an effort to glide his hand into yours. That effort was well made since your arm slightly raised at the sight of his hand extending towards yours and he gently cupped your fingers with his palm. Loki's hands were soft and gentle, quite contrary to their outward appearance of being rough and hard. His skin grazed across yours in a loving manner, and then pulled your hand to his face as he leant down.

The prince's soft lips met the top of your hand, pressing them gently to your skin, as though if he kissed too hard your body would break like glass. His head turned upwards then, and his thin green rings and dilated pupils met your eyes. He felt as though he had seen them before, the most enchanting pair of irises common to a number of people, but special to you. He inhaled deeply, so he wouldn't have to fall to his knees, and greeted you.

"Pleasure to meet you, Princess," The words rolled off his tongue like glass beads, every syllable having importance and sincerity.

"It's an honour to be in your presence, my prince." It was a mistake to say the last two words because you noticed the slight widening of his eyes. If Loki had any doubts before, he certainly knew now. You were the maid.

Dinner was arranged for the table of six, Loki being placed opposite you so you both could watch each other during the course of the meal. Both of your parents were astounded that you two had seemingly gotten along so well, despite the opposition you both had put up against the marriage before. They talked about the honour of both kingdoms and how both Odin and Alzeci would gain a greater position in the hierarchy by the union.

Neither you nor Loki had paid much attention to their silly little quests for power, however, both of you wanted answers. And Frigga could see that.

"Perhaps our lovebirds would like to have some time together by themselves in the gardens?" Her voice spoke with agility and love, truly keen to see whether Loki would accept this woman's love towards him and not push her away.

You both looked up from your empty plates, supper was quiet and tremendously excruciating when all you needed to hear were words from the opposing person's mouth. Loki and you nodded in a gentle fashion, and he stood up from his chair to pull back yours and ask for your hand. Hopefully, you thought he was being gentlemanly and he was trying his best to impress you.

The dark prince held your hand to his left as he took you out to the corridor, away from the inquisitive eyes of your parents. You exhaled out loudly, in both exhaustion and due to the tightness of your corset.

"It was you, wasn't it?" The question took you back by a bit, but you knew he'd find out sooner or later, "Come on, you can't fool the god of lies."

"It was," you answered, a simple answer to a simple question.

"Why did you come to me?" His eyes carried on looking straight ahead, watching the midnight roses that lined the path of the royal garden glow in the light of the night stars. His hand was linked with yours since you had taken him outside and neither of you wanted to let go.

"I wanted to see you, to know you better," you replied, "I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with someone who made the entirety of my existence miserable."

"I see your point," he thought briefly, his brows scrunched in thought, "But why as a servant?"

"Well," you began, "I believe the way we treat the lowest people in our make-believe hierarchy reflects a lot on our respect and honour. Everyone would treat a king as his title but not everyone would talk to a maid let alone ask her for her name and appreciate her work."

"Honestly, I'm not this kind to the maids," he laughed anxiously, "They usually look at me in disgust-"

"And why is that?"

"Not important," he spoke through gritted teeth, and you knew then, not to inquire further. Clearly, this was a sensitive topic to him. You both continued walking down the path, in silence, until Loki broke it, "You look beautiful."

"As do you, my prince," you replied back, trying desperately to try and hide your smile. You couldn't show him he had such an effect on you- you barely even knew the man!

"What is it that made you agree to this marriage, my love," he turned to you smirking. He noticed your excitement when he praised you, "Was it the power? The money? Oh wait, was it my charming looks?"

Loki's right hand slid across your waist, casting a gloomy shadow on your face against the starlight and he could only be described as dominating. You felt your knees grow slightly weak but forced yourself to stay upright.

He'd catch you if you fell, his arm around your waist is enough to support you.

Your mind filled with intrusive thoughts and you tried your best to answer his question with caution. "I don't know, my prince, there was just something about you that made me say yes."

"Oh really?" Loki had bent down now, his face hovering above yours and his breath fanned across your face. He was close enough to kiss you. "Do you think it was my lustful kisses, my determination to fuck you for ages?"

Fuck, he was being very straightforward, very unlike the man you had met earlier this evening, and then he spoke again, "You really thought I wouldn't notice the way you looked at me since you met me?"

You could kiss him from here if you wanted to, but that would be giving him what he wanted. He asked you a question then, one that made your knees so weak you almost collapsed into the prince's arms. "Can I kiss you?"

Loki's voice was hoarse, pleading with need and want. But he waited for your permission. You started into his eyes, searching for any signs of deceit from his fine hoops of green. None. He wasn't lying, and you knew you had been lusting after him all dinner.

The way he held the spoons, with such fine elegance and poise. When you were served steak, he gracefully cut through the tendons of flesh and ate it with such class that you were slightly ashamed to say he made you aroused. You definitely would need your undergarments changed after what he just said. "I'm waiting for an answer, darling, it's okay to say no," he assured.

"Kiss me, Loki," You ushered him in a hoarse voice, your lips pleading to be touched. He leant down further, connected your mouths together and his free hand held the nape of your neck.

Loki sighed loudly at the taste of your mouth. Your sweet and addictive flavour had drawn him in. Your lips fitted over one another like a puzzle piece, made for each other, and you allowed your arms to wrap around his neck. While putting your arms into this new position, you brushed past his thigh, causing him to produce an unholy sound in the heat of the moment.

"Sorry-" you apologised as he gasped into your mouth.

"Did you just fucking tease me?" Loki growled. He was hard. The god pressed his pelvis to your tummy, showing you what you did to him.

"Loki," you breathed out, and then he moved the attention from your mouth to your neck. Suddenly, the cold breeze of the night stood still and everything was hot. Fuck, the night smelled of sex.

"My name sounds so lovely when you say it like that," He started to grind onto your body while he sucked the flesh of your neck. His statement made your knees break, and you couldn't stand straight anymore; your mind only had one thing on it. Loki.

The prince picked you up by your waist, minimising the amount of friction on your lower body as he walked to something like a pillar. It was under a belvedere and had the whole view of Asgard. "Unlace my corset, Loki," you begged him, barely able to form words when he placed you down on the structure and gave your neck his attention again

"Fuck, princess, you'll drive me mad," he couldn't wait to fuck you right then and there, and yet, he wanted to be patient with you. But you, that bodice, that gold gown with puffed at the waist, he would be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck you hard in it.

His gentle fingers worked in small movements, enticingly undoing the work of the lace behind your back, releasing the tightness of the bodice and uncompressing your breasts. He licked the start of his lips and waited to see the flesh under the folds of the body.

"Don't," you stopped him.

"Do you not want to?" Loki was confused- didn't you just tell him to undo your corset?

"It's not that, it'll take too much time to put back on," you explained, "they'll know when we get back."

"Let them know," he huffed, "We're to be married anyways, this isn't going to mean a thing to them."

Loki then bit your neck to shut you up, his hands travelling to the back of the unlaced piece of your dress and tugged it so he could lower it by a bit. Two lovely round protruding nipples lay erect in front of Loki. Fuck, he was hard as a rock. He could feel his cock throbbing and pressed his erection to your belly to show you the effects of your touch. You gave a soft moan into his ear and he mimicked a similar notion. Before Loki could dive straight first into sucking your delicious breasts, you pulled him by the hair, sending his tousled hair backwards and said, "I want to mark you, Loki."

Loki had his fair share of lovers in the past, but the minute you said- no, demanded that- he knew you were different, more bold and exciting. You knew what exactly you wanted and your hair pulling, if not aroused him, made him aware that you wouldn't stop till you got what you wanted. Fuck, he'd love to be marked by your touch, and when he tilted his head to the side, Loki felt the blessing of your delicious warm, wet lips at his neck. You sucked his skin, right above his jugular, gently at first and then tried biting him slightly. Loki moaned.

It felt so good to make him yours, to mark him as yours, and when you noticed that nibbling enticed Loki, you knew you had to be a little rougher. You scraped your teeth into his flesh, and he groaned loudly, a sound you could only describe as one made by angels. Loki almost screamed your name, he was holding himself back since you were in public. He was enjoying this.

"Loki, you taste so goddamn delicious," you moaned, sending little ripples of vibration into his skin. He was very hard and very desperate for your touch. He grabbed your hand, and pulled you down to your feet, almost throwing you on the ground in the process.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, his words sincere and genuinely worried if he hurt you.

"No," you replied, and moments before you knew it, Loki's pants were dropped to the ground and his erection stood right in your face, that is- before it was stuffed down your throat. You gagged, and your eyes started to water up. Fuck, he was big. You took his cock out of your mouth before taking in the tip again, gently sliding him into your mouth.

His little vein throbbed at the top of your tongue and you sucked him hard, using your hands to stimulate whatever you couldn't fit into your jaw. The prince gently caressed the back of your head, whispering sweet confessions and praise. "Remember, dove, two pats on my leg if you want to stop."

You nodded your head gently, trying to focus on breathing through your nose as you suck him off. He was making the most ridiculously attractive noises. When you faced a bit upwards, you could make out that his eyes were shut, engrossed with the pleasure you were giving him. Suddenly, you felt a hand at the back of your neck, and then in your hair. Loki was caressing you as his cock twitched in your mouth.

In a few more seconds, you could feel his cock twitching at your palette and his legs started to tremble. Fuck, he was about to cum, and when he did, he came hard, with an erotic loud, delectable moan. His breathing was ragged and his hold on your roots was fisted and tight.

"Oh, dove," he praised, "You did so good, sucking off my cock like that, drinking my cum, such a good pet."

You couldn't help but smile softly at his approval as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, covered in a mix of your saliva and his seed.

"Get up here," he pulled you to your feet, adjusting your hair as he looked at your lips, "Let me give you a reward."

Loki pushed you back onto the pillar, and sat you down while spreading your legs. He spread the fluffy ball gown you had on, generously taking his time with the layers. His arm glided up your bare legs, past all your little hairs and to your soaking wet underwear. You were nearly dripping onto your dress and Loki was pleased by this.

He picked up one leg, and held it up while he rested his body on his other hand past your hips, using the pillar as support. The prince placed light kisses onto your thighs, licking you here and there, whenever he pleased, delaying what he was going to do for what seemed like forever. You threw your head back in anguish, feeling miserable when his mouth stopped marking your thigh, but you felt a bit better when he placed his lips on yours.

His mouth tasted hot and smelled like sex. He wanted you so bad, his cock was hard again and it was starting to hurt him, but he also wanted to take his time with you. So Loki kissed you instead. He liked kissing you, your kisses were hot and young, and you tasted like power. "Can I suck you, my princess?"

Loki pleaded for your consent, a whisper as he kissed you, "I want to taste you," he moaned.

"Fuck, yes," you whispered kissing his nose and then connecting your foreheads with each other.

"Yes, what?" He teased.

"Please suck me, my king," you gave in to his nickname.

"I am your king, I am your God," Loki praised himself, as he went down on you, holding the layers of your dress back as he spread your legs wider and took off your undergarments, "I am your only god and ruler, and while I suck you, I want you to thank me, especially when you cum."

"Yes, master, thank you."

And so Loki kissed your gorgeous vulva, making sure to tease your clitoris with his tongue, and licking it in circular motions that made your head spin. You tasted like the best thing Loki could have ever tasted before, because he didn't have any words to describe it. He just wanted to remain buried in your tight cunt forever. The prince stuck his delicious long tongue into your wet lips and curled it in a such a way, without warning, that you gave a shriek of pleasure. He laughed then, and the vibrations moved to your clit, making your head spin.

Loki suddenly pulled away, smirking, and looking at your hooded eyes through fine rings of emerald, "Are you forgetting something, sweet?"

"Thank you, Loki, please," you pushed your pussy towards him, "Don't stop."

His head went back between your thighs and he sucked you off in uniform motions, sucking gently and then rough. He'd lift himself up a bit here and there to give some attention to your clit and apply some lubrication to it, rubbing his thumb over it in skilful strokes. Of course, the sound of slickness and wetness wasn't the only sound that would be heard by someone if they passed by, they'd also hear a series of 'thank you's and 'yes, right there's.

And when you came all over Loki's face, he stuck his nose into your pussy, exhaling to form an intriguing and delightful form of pleasure and ecstasy. You'd be lying if you had said that it wasn't the best head you had ever gotten. His mouth stayed on your cunt, licking up your wetness and orgasm as he fingered you slightly over your clit.

Loki's hand reached up to your waist, and then he stood up again but left his finger in your vagina. You were wet and flushed, your hair a mess and the God of Mischief was here, fingering you as you held your skirts up. "Anyone could walk by and see me pumping my fingers through your gorgeous pussy, aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"Let them watch, you're the one fucking me after all," you sighed in pleasure and his hold on your waist tightened.

"What if it was one of the maids? What if I asked them to join us?"

"No," you answered almost immediately, trying desperately not to scream when Loki touched your nipple, "Only I can have you."

"Am I yours?" He raised a brow, playing with you as your hand stroked his pulsating erection.

"You're mine, and only mine, my dear husband," You smirked as Loki leaned down to kiss you. When you said that word, husband, the prince felt his heart twist itself into a knot, and his face turned slightly more pink than it already was. He liked it when you said it. He was yours, and Loki only wanted to be yours. He didn't want anyone else to hold him, to touch him like how you were doing tonight. He wanted you. For the rest of his life.

"Ride me," he mumbled between a kiss, to which you pulled back, a hint of a smile spreading across your face, "I want you to ride me, my love."

He picked you up, causing you to shriek in excitement, and he positioned himself in a stance on the pillar so that his great cock was aligned with the stone. You lifted your gown, spreading it across his legs, and made sure there was nothing between you and your fiance. Both your breaths were heaving and both of you looked completely ruined. As you sank down on his cock, your slickness allowed Loki to glide faster.

You gave a stunning moan, feeling his walls stretch you and fill you up to the brim. Loki was so engrossed with your warmth and the way your cunt was squeezing him, he grew a bit impatient and started using his hands to guide you over his penis to stimulate himself. You placed your hands on his shoulders and spread your legs further, widening them to take in more of him. He growled, and his nails started digging into your skin, surely leaving little crescent marks for tomorrow.

It was then that Loki realised he wanted this, for the rest of his life. He wanted this every day and every night. He wanted you. He wanted to wake up to you in the morning, smiling as he woke you up with peppered kisses on your face, gently holding your waist as your legs were tangled in the sheets. He wanted to see you and his mother laugh about silly things he had done as a child and you'd heartily listen to Frigga's tales about him. He wanted his brother to meet you, dance with you and treat you to his brother, and then finally give you away to himself. Loki wanted to have you every morning, burying his head in your sweet cunt and then impaling you with his cock until you screamed in pleasure. He wanted to see your belly swollen with his seed, and give birth to his child, and then he'd take care of you, a literal angel. And then he'd want to hold your hand at every step of the way that you both grew old and your children grew into fine gods and goddesses.

Loki realised then he wanted a life with you, a life of happiness, peace and joy. He just wanted you. And as you rode over his cock in desperation for relief, he grabbed you by your neck, and started to choke you lightly. You couldn't help but feel aroused by his small act of aggression, and clenched your walls around him. Loki tilted your head up, and angled your foreheads together so they touched as you both made love to each other in the gardens. Never had you felt so intimate with anyone else before, never felt this trust. Only with Loki, and there wasn't a keen eye in sight during this eventful midnight.

Sounds of flesh and heavy breathing filled the midnight breeze and the roses grew brighter. Loki opened his hooded eyes which were doused in pleasure. He licked his lips as his hands gently moved your hips, and changed the angle so that his cock would hit your sweet spot. The prince made sure to put more effort into his thrusts as he watched your eyes glow in passion. Licking his lips once more, he looked down to yours and whispered in a deep, dominating voice, "You're mine."

He then kissed you, driving his cock unimaginably deep into your cervix, in a painfully pleasurable way. Loki poured all his love and affection for you into his kiss as you began to cum all over his thighs, a sight Loki thought was more arousing than you sucking his cock. You moaned deeply into his kiss, shivering when his tongue licked the entrance of your mouth. He came shortly after then, still kissing you deeply, his seed coating your womb, and then he pushed you further down on his cock, to wedge his cum so deep inside you that you would be tainted with Loki forever.

Loki's hand rested at the nape of your neck, gently caressing the baby strands of hair that collected there and softly stroking the atlas of your neck with his other hand wrapped around your torso. One of your hands was interwoven with his, and the other rested at his waist. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and brushing your nose against his skin. His penis was still inside you, and frankly, you didn't want it gone. Loki was facing the sky, watching the stars as the intimate moment passed and he was simply holding you now.

"Look up," he instructed, and you turned your head to see what he was looking at. The sky was a range of hues from purple and blue to red and pink. There was a sort of constellation, a little group of stars shining bright above you both, "That's the heart nebula. Isn't it beautiful?"

"You are," you snarkily replied. Your heart was beating faster as Loki's smile broadened and he laughed.

"I want to marry you," he proposed. His anxiety was getting the best of him and he thought about how forward he was being. You two had met only hours ago and then he says this? His stupid impulsive mouth would now drive you away, he was sure of it. What would you say if a man asked you to marry him in just a mere night?

"I want to marry you too," you answered, much to his surprise with your reply being positive. Loki was elated. He leaned down again and your lips so lovingly that when he pulled away, your smile was incomparable to anything in this universe, he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, "My Loki."

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