Sif patted Thor’s back when he hugged her and smiled as he pulled their other friends into his customary bone-crunching embraces, but her smile fell as soon as the purpose of their visit was revealed. “Some of us believe he might’ve had assistance,” she added. “For him to have escaped unaided is nigh impossible.
“Regardless, he has fled and vanished to parts unknown.” She bowed her head. “We are loathe to be the bearers of such grave tidings, but the Allfather felt you should be informed at once. Now that Loki is loose, there is no telling what actions he might take.”
It was worse than he had feared. At first, Thor felt an odd elation at the idea of Loki escaping such an unjustifiable punishment, but Sif words spoke true. He was a lose canon with more unleashed revenge pent up than any one man should bear. Thor closed his eyes and bent his head a moment, trying to process this. If only Loki would seek is aid, Thor could help him, but he was going about things the wrong way. Thor wished more than anything that he could just let Loki begone and have his freedom, but he knew there was no way anyone could trust him. Especially after what happened with Midgard.
When he focused once again on his ever patient friends, he hardened his expression with determination, though his eyes still told of regret. “We must find him at once,” he said simply.
“We know not where to begin the search,” Fandral said with a hint of regret in his tone. “When last we spoke to Heimdall, he said that Loki had been cloaking himself from his view as he had done before with the Jotuns. But that he thought the trickster to be in this very realm. Why he would return here, I do not know. But the Tesseract remains in its place in the Allfather’s vault and none of the other artifacts have been touched.” At least there was that positive news to deliver. Loki was likely near powerless at this point in regards to the potential damage or destruction he would bring to Midgard.
“If you ask me, I believe the coward to simply be hiding out. Even living in squalor among mortals would be a better fate than that cell.” As angry, enraged with Loki Fandral had become, as much as he meant the words he spoke that day when he visited the fallen prince in that cell, he could not lie and say that it didn’t pain him at least a bit to see what became of Thor’s younger brother.
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Maria allowed him to turn her and felt the back of her knees at the bed before tipping backwards over it. Her breathing was heavy and she found herself watching in unabashed eagerness as she stripped him layer after layer. She had an idea that he was ripped under all of those garments, but good Lord in no way was she prepared for the set of abs before. Sitting up on her elbows she directly thought of nothing else but running her tongue along the golden ridges. She was mesmerized. But before she could lean forward and act out her thoughts, he was over her again, kissing her, his hands all over her torso, from her breasts to her belly and as she arched into his quickly traveling hands, she commended herself on a job well done for inviting him. He knew quite what he was doing.
As his lips left hers, she let out a deep, breathy moan; a moan that felt like it had been held in for decades. His tongue was so talented and so… Her train of thought was lost as his teeth scraped across a particularly sensitive area on her neck. She let out a strangled breath. Her nails, having raked themselves up his back, dug into his shoulder blades as she held on tightly for leverage to pushed her his eagerly against his. She kept her eyes shut as she let her fingers travel his form again. His skin was warm and addicting, his scent more intoxicating that before sans any barrier between them. Common sense told her that if his pants were anything like his shirt then he’d have to get it off himself, but still she couldn’t help but run her hands between them along his thickening length. She bit her lip and stroked it lightly through the fabric. Impressive.
You scoundrel! I knew t’was you. *lowers his voice* Well done.
Who else would it be, my friend? And how do you fare?
