Fragments of your Soul (The Mirror Worlds Book 1) (41 page)

“Do you… want to do it now?”

“I wouldn’t be averse,” Loke said. He carefully knelt over her, took her hand and ran his cold fingers over hers. “Why are you trembling?”

“I… don’t know,” she said haltingly.

“Have you never lain with a man before?” Loke rubbed her palm in small circular motions and looked at her carefully.

“Yes,” she replied. “But that was… different.”

“Different?”

“You’re different. You make me insecure. I don’t know… what exactly you want… what you’re doing…” She nervously licked her lips. “I know nothing about giants. Maybe… maybe you find me repulsive. Maybe giants take no pleasure in… well… the things that humans…” She broke off.

Loke released her hand. A loose strand of his hair tickled her cheek as he bent over her and looked her in the eyes. “I already told you that you’re beautiful,” he said softly. “I like to look at your naked body. Your warmth is exciting… it invites so many pleasurable games. If I could do as I liked, I would lick the salty taste off your skin and watch all the fine hairs erect when I do. I want to look into your eyes when I find your most sensitive spot. I want to see how you lose control as my cold fingers enter your body. I want to hear you moan, feel how you lustfully rub against me, experience how you scream, without thinking about who could hear you. I want to penetrate deep into you, completely fill you and feel your hot body enclosing me.”

Arvid stared at him speechlessly, amazed by his directness and simultaneously overwhelmed by the ever-increasing desire his words triggered in her.

“Now you know what I want,” he whispered to her. “Does that make you feel better?”

Arvid didn’t answer his question. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please kiss me, Loke.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and firmly pressed her lips to his. How long she had been waiting for this moment. She wanted him so much. She could feel his breath on her face, and his hair tickled her bare shoulder. Then she suddenly felt Loke’s hand on her breast, and it was so icy that Arvid winced and took a sharp breath.

“Cold?” murmured Loke. Gently but firmly he freed himself from her arms and looked at her, amused.

“I just… wasn’t prepared.”

“But now you are,” said Loke and gently put his hands on her belly. Arvid took an audible breath and felt the prickling cold spread on her skin. Loke’s fingertips wandered, leaving cold marks on her sides and on her breasts. He circled her nipples, slowly stroked along her arms and continued over her shoulders, while Arvid breathed in and out in short gasps in order to withstand the freezing cold.

“I like it when you make those noises,” Loke said softly and gently let a single finger slide over her neck. Arvid shuddered and could feel a tingling heat spreading in her abdomen. She felt a warm wetness between her legs and wanted nothing more than to hold his body tightly pressed against hers.

“I want more of you,” she said, full of desire. With gentle pressure she let her hands wander over his strong arms and enjoyed the feeling of taut muscles beneath her fingers. “I want… to feel your body.”

Loke leaned over her and kissed her passionately on the lips. He slipped an arm under her, sank onto the bed beside her and pulled her close. The sensation of his naked body on hers was so arousing that Arvid gave a soft moan. Loke’s breath had grown heavier, too. Arvid was even more aware of how small she was beside him. Her knees barely reached down to his belly, but that fact didn’t change anything about her affection for him.

Arvid pressed her lips against Loke’s neck and covered it with kisses. A pleasant sound escaped his lips, as Arvid increased pressure and let her mouth wander on, suckling and gently licking over his collarbone and down his shoulder. Loke’s skin was cold and salty, and his scent so beguiling that Arvid’s lust grew almost unbearable.

She moved her hands and lips over his torso, searchingly licked over his nipples and slowly continued her way down. Arvid couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted to explore every centimeter of his beautiful, silver-gray skin, caress and taste it. Loke’s chest rose and fell quickly, and when she reached his stomach and let her hand wander deeper, he groaned so loudly that Arvid shuddered.

In her lust mingled excitement as she carefully closed her fingers around Loke’s penis and felt how hard and big it was. She let her lips slide along the smooth shaft and continued upward. She listened to Loke’s quiet, pleasurable moans that filled her with a wonderful mix of happiness and desire. In a circular motion her tongue stroked over the silky skin of the glans, then she gently began to lick the small opening at the top. Suddenly she felt the irresistible urge to connect with Loke.

Loke seemed to share her desire, for he suddenly sat up and pressed her down on the soft skins of the bed and onto the white cloth that was lying there. With gentle force he pressed her legs apart and ran his big hand between them. Arvid let out a loud, surprised, but no less pleasurable moan as Loke slid one of his long, cold fingers inside her. She was so wet, it happened almost without resistance, and Arvid greedily pressed against him.

“Loke, please,” she gasped pleadingly, “please take me! Please… I can’t wait any longer.”

Loke smiled almost imperceptibly. “It’s much nicer, if you wait,” he whispered, then he pushed his finger deeper and began to move it in small, circular motions. Arvid moaned and clung to Loke’s shoulders.

“Look at me,” demanded Loke.

Arvid forced herself to open her eyes and look at Loke. There was lust in his eyes, but also curiosity and a deep fascination. He ran his thumb over her slick opening, then he began to rub her clit with gentle pressure, watching her spellbound. Arvid closed her eyes again. His fingers felt so good. She felt that she soon wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“Look at me!” Loke repeated firmly.

It took all Arvid’s willpower to obey him. When she met his gaze, he increased the pressure of his fingers, but just as she thought she couldn’t hold back any longer, he paused.

With a frustrated sound Arvid stretched toward him, but Loke removed his wet fingers from her. “Careful,” he said softly. “We wouldn’t want it to become too much for you.”

“Oh, Loke…” moaned Arvid.

“I know,” he muttered, then he pressed a quick kiss on her lips. “But after all we have to get something done.”

He grasped Arvid with his huge arms, knelt down with knees slightly apart and pulled her onto his lap. Arvid gave a little gasp as she felt his hard member between her legs. She knew it was big, but only now did she realize how small she was compared to it.

“Relax,” whispered Loke. “It’s easier then.”

Arvid tried to and nodded, breathing heavily.

“There’re a few things I want to tell you,” Loke breathed into her ear while Arvid felt the tip of his cock pushing into her.

“Now?” she gasped in disbelief.

“Yes,” murmured Loke, gently pressing his chin against her hair. “You should know that… my first wife was a giantess named Angarboda. She’s… Hel’s mother… but I have three more children… Fenrir, Jorundt and Sleipner.”

Arvid felt a mild pain when Loke entered her. In small, firm thrusts he began to press himself deeper into her. It still hurt, but it was not an unpleasant pain, but on the contrary an incredibly exciting feeling.

“I’m king Farbaute’s eldest son,” Loke whispered in her ear. “My brother Byleist… became heir to Isvirndjellen’s throne when I… joined Asgard. I became Odin’s blood brother… and so… part of his family.”

Loke’s cold penis dug deeper into her and filled her bit by bit. The feeling was so arousing that Arvid lustfully pushed against him, and Loke also increased his pressure now. Hot, tingling excitement spread through her like a gushing wave.

“I was… born on the sixth day of the Month… of Storms,” Loke uttered, panting, now thrusting faster and harder into her, “in the year seven hundred and eighty… in the era of giants.”

Arvid groaned when she felt Loke reach her deepest point. He was so big, he stretched and filled her up completely. With a moan, he rammed his cock so deep into her that Arvid cried out in pain and pleasure and clutched him convulsively. Loke paused, panting heavily, but Arvid wanted more.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, Loke… don’t stop.”

“As you wish.”

Again he pushed deep inside her and began to take her with ever faster and more violent strokes. Arvid was overwhelmed at feeling Loke so deep inside her body, feeling his huge cock ramming against her innermost point, harder and harder. Each thrust hurt, but the pleasure that came with it was a thousand times greater.

Loke now fell in with her moans and hugged her tightly, while his movements became more rapid and erratic. Then suddenly, almost without warning, Arvid felt herself reaching climax. It was of such overwhelming intensity that she reared up and pressed her head hard against Loke. Her muscles tightened around him in spasmodic waves, and for a moment she was thoroughly filled by an intoxicating happiness.

I love you, Loke
, flashed through her head, but not a word came from her lips.

A moment later Loke came. His moan became a rapid, intermittent panting, as he once again thrust into her with all his might. Deep inside Arvid could feel his penis twitch and pulsate, and she wished he would stay like this forever.

Breathing hard, they clung to each other, then Arvid exhaustedly slumped against Loke’s body. Now that the heady pleasure and the excitement slowly began to subside, she suddenly realized how worn out she was. It had been an eventful day, which had drained her physically and mentally, and after this last act her power reserves simply were at an end.

When their breathing had calmed down a bit, Loke leaned forward and gently put her down on the bed. His limp member slipped out of Arvid, leaving a sensation of something cool and wet. She was so exhausted she simply sprawled on the soft furs and closed her eyes.

Everything felt so unreal. Had it not been for the pain in her body, she could almost believe that all this was just a particularly long and confusing dream. The muscles in her arms and thighs hurt, and the cuts on her left arm slowly started to burn and throb again. Between her legs she felt wet and sore, and deep inside her body sat a dull pain where Loke had hit her over and over again. Nevertheless, it had been wonderful. Arvid couldn’t remember ever having felt so happy.

Although the air was cold, a pleasantly warm sensation spread over Arvid’s body. She felt tired, so tired, and her limbs suddenly seemed heavy as lead. She felt something soft, and when she painfully forced her eyes open again, she saw Loke, who spread a large fur blanket over her.

Shortly afterward, she fell asleep.

Arvid awoke so gently that she didn’t understand where she was at first. She felt rested and unusually happy, but after she had lain there with closed eyes for a while, slowly more and more impressions came through to her. First, she noticed the dull pain in her left arm. The memories of the bloody ceremony the day before returned with shocking clarity, letting her open her eyes quickly.

It took a moment, but then she recognized the cave into which the Njema and the Njorkma had led her. She was lying in the midst of the huge bed, firmly covered with furs, and a thin, woven blanket.

Carefully, she sat up. The cold air of the room tingled on her bare shoulders and on her back. Now she clearly remembered all that had happened after the ceremony. The celebration, the many guests—Loke’s mother had not shown up—the sight of her cut arm, the white cloth… Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of what had happened next.

But where was Loke?

She looked around. Finally she spotted him in one of the niches, half leaning against the wall, apparently asleep. Arvid couldn’t remember ever having seen Loke sleep, and somehow the sight was troubling.

She freed herself from her blankets and stood up, although it was freezing and the chilly stone floor beneath her feet made her shudder. She washed carefully and combed her tousled and matted hair as well as it was possible. When she was fully dressed, she cautiously walked over to Loke and looked at him.

He really was asleep. He was only wearing a pair of light pants, breathing shallowly and calmly. On his lap there was a large white piece of cloth—an unfinished embroidery, Arvid realized. It had been a while since she had last seen him at this task, the last time probably a few days before they left his house in the mountains. His face looked peaceful and relaxed, and the sight sparked a warm feeling of happiness in her.

She sat down next to him and looked at the fabric on his lap. The picture’s details were still hard to distinguish, but in the middle she saw a house at a river or stream. In the background the unfinished outline of a kind of tower could be seen, and in one spot was a bridge. At this point, Loke had probably fallen asleep.

Arvid leaned gently against him and rested her head on his cold belly. It was perhaps one of the last opportunities to be close to him. Who knew what would happen with them now. Arvid’s love for Loke was like a horrible, sickly-sweet curse that had become stronger and even more cruel after the events of last night.

Suddenly Arvid felt a touch on her hair and jumped in terror, then she realized it was Loke’s hand. When she looked up at him, she met his attentive, black-gray eyes.

“Good morning,” he murmured.

“Good morning,” Arvid said, somewhat embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I… didn’t want to wake you.”

“No?” Loke asked with raised eyebrows. “You do know this feels as if I’d put my hand on your belly without warning?”

Arvid felt herself blushing. “I have not exactly been thinking. Why are you sleeping here?”

Loke slipped into a more comfortable position, shook out the fabric and then picked up the needle that had fallen out. “You could have caught cold,” he said, “and your heat would have gotten to me after a few hours.”

Arvid nodded thoughtfully, then looked back to the embroidery in Loke’s big hands. “What does this image show? I thought giants don’t have houses like this.”

“So giants may only paint and embroider caves?”

“No. But I would love to know the story behind this house.”

“I came across it once,” Loke replied tersely.

“In other words, this is none of my business.”

“Arvid, the curious,” Loke said mockingly. “I see we have already found a title for you.”

“Why are you constantly making fun of me? Are even the motifs of your pictures secret?”

Loke put the fabric down. “No,” he said, rose and gently pushed Arvid aside. “But your constant questions are abundantly irritating. Let’s eat something. I was about to do that before I fell asleep.”

After breakfast they had eleven hours left until the fortieth hour. Loke had retreated to his corner, while Arvid tried to focus on the books on a shelf in a small niche. Although some of them would normally have aroused her interest, she simply didn’t seem to be in the right mood at the moment.

Eventually a specific title caught her attention, although she didn’t know why exactly this one. The book was called “The Year of Storms.” Although Arvid had no idea what was going on in it, it seemed to touch something in her, a feeling, a memory—it was too vague for her to grasp it properly. She briefly scrolled through the tome, but then returned to the cover and brooded.

The Year of Storms. Her eyes wandered over to Loke, and all of a sudden she knew what it reminded her of: The Month of Storms. Absently she put the book back, crossed the room and sat down at the edge of the alcove next to Loke.

“Yes?” he asked, without looking up from his embroidery.

“What year is it?” said Arvid after a brief hesitation. “In the era of giants.”

Now Loke paused for a moment, though still focused on the fabric in his hands. “Eleven hundred and eighty-eight,” he said then, and continued to embroider. “But even the giants use the new era today.”