Carol sat on a chair, looking out of the window at the planet below. Asgard. It was like nothing she had ever seen before.
Instead of the typical spherical planet she had expected, it was a circular disk. It couldn't have formed naturally; the physics of how such a thing could have been created left her astounded.
She had seen enough of Loki's magic to know that it must have played a hand in Asgard's creation, but she'd never seen magic performed on a planetary scale like this.
She wished she could have seen it from the surface, the way Loki had, at the height of Asgard's power and influence.
She glanced over her shoulder at Mimir, her AI keeper, glaring at the glowing ball floating above her head, watching her, dictating her actions, something she still chafed under.
She and Mimir were the only ones left on the ship, with even Proxima going down to the planet to aid in the evacuation. It was the first time Loki had ever left her behind, and she didn't know how to feel about it.
Intellectually, she knew she would be a liability to them on Asgard, one more person to protect while they evacuated a planet on the brink of destruction, but it still stung to be left out of the action.
She frowned, remembering the way Thor and Sif talked about Hela. The woman was dangerous and powerful, easily defeating them both, and even now stubbornly ruled over a planet literally crumbling around her, and refused to let anyone flee.
Hela was the oldest of Odin's children, and with age Asgardians became even more powerful. She knew Loki was strong, seeing firsthand how capable he was, but she couldn't help but worry for him still, and hope that it would be over soon.
***
Sif glanced at Proxima as they crept through the halls of the palace, once the seat of power for the nine realms, and now just a shadow of its former self.
Paintings torn from the walls, statues shattered and littering the floor, scorch marks on every surface — a testament to the battle that raged on for days after Hela's arrival.
Silently they made their way to Queen Frigga's chambers, hoping that was where Hela imprisoned her.
So far they had been lucky, finding only a handful of undead soldiers, and able to duck behind cover before they were noticed.
Each of the undead had been a former warrior of Asgard, some of them many thousands of years old, but now existed as nothing more that Hela's skeletal servants, existing under her thrall with no minds left of their own.
"We're close," Sif whispered, an annoyed look crossing her face when Proxima grunted, giving her a hard look as she continued down the hallway silently.
She didn't know exactly where Loki had found the horned woman, but she certainly knew how to hold a grudge, clearly still angry about her getting to Loki's slave first.
"How much further?" Proxima demanded impatiently as they rounded another corner, feeling as if they had been walking in circles, creeping through the palace in the dead of night with nothing to show for it.
"There," Sif whispered, pointing to a large set of ornate doors, with four guards standing in front of it. "And keep your voice down," she admonished. "They may be dead, but that doesn't mean they can't hear you."
"How do we get in?" Proxima whispered, peeking around the corner.
"That's the only way," Sif whispered, pointing back at the door.
"Let's get this over with then," Proxima said, raising her spear.
"Not yet," Sif shook her head. "Wait for the signal."
***
"Are you sure about this, brother?" Thor asked, looking at Loki shrewdly as they stood outside the door to the palace. "Walking through the front door doesn't seem your style. Isn't there some secret passage you know of, or a trick you can pull to get past the guards?"
"At least a dozen off the top of my head," Loki replied.
"Then why act so boldly?" Thor asked, genuinely confused. Even at his worst, a plan like this would have given him pause.
"Do you ever wonder why all my schemes seem to fall apart at the last moment?" Loki asked, turning to look at his brother.
"…Now that you mention it…" Thor replied.
"They were always too complicated," Loki explained. "Too many steps, too many things to go wrong. Sometimes simple is better."
Thor cracked a smile tinged with regret. "I missed you, brother."
"Don't go all sentimental on me now," Loki said, shooting his brother an amused look. "We still have a battle to fight."
"We do," Thor agreed pensively. "But if I don't say it now, I don't know that I ever will. I mourned you," he confessed. "So did mother, and father. I thought… I thought it would be you and me, fighting side by side until the end of time, and I never stopped to think, what if you were not there?"
"Loki, I pushed you away. I see that now," he confessed. "I don't know when it began, but glory became more important to me than my family. It's a mistake I won't make again," he promised.
"You're not the only one who's made mistakes brother," Loki replied. "My pride, my ego, it cost me just as much, and if I'm not mistaken, it runs in the family," he said as the palace doors opened abruptly.
Loki and Thor shared a look, both of them getting serious as they stepped past the undead soldiers lining the to the throne room.
When the throne room doors opened, they found Hela sitting on their father's throne, a smug smile on her face.
"Finally returned have you, little bother?" She teased, an amused expression on her face. "I did wonder if you were still alive, and look. You brought a friend," she said, wondering who the newcomer was, and why they looked oddly familiar.
"Hela," Thor replied, staring her down before glancing up at the ceiling, noticing the mural had changed. Instead of depicting the unification of the nine realms, it showed its conquest, with Hela standing by their father's side, holding Mjölnir.
"Yes," Hela said, following Thor's gaze. "That is how the nine realms were truly forged. Father was never the man you thought he was. He and I were far more alike than you will ever be," she taunted.
"You're wrong," Loki denied. "He changed. He became something more than the sum of his experiences. You didn't. That's why he had to imprison you. You wouldn't stop, couldn't stop."
"What would you know about it?" Hela snapped, her eyes flashing angrily.
"You don't see the family resemblance, sister?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
Hela looked back and forth between Thor and Loki as a slow smile spread across her lips. "Well, at least this makes sense," she said, seeing the now obvious physical similarities between herself and Loki, compared to the stark differences between herself and Thor.
"Perhaps you'll be wiser than him as well," Hela said, turning her attention to Loki. "Bow, swear fealty to me, and I will allow you to live."
"Generous," Loki said sarcastically. "But you and I both know Asgard is dying, and everyone will die with it unless we leave."
Hela's left eye twitched. "You're wrong. Asgard has existed for thousands of years, and will continue to do so long after you are gone," she threatened, just as the ground trembled ominously.
"Father is gone, and the Odinforce with him," Loki said, trying to reason with her. "The only thing holding this place together is the smoke and vapor of what once was. The only choice is to leave."
Hela threw her head back, laughing, refusing to see the truth, her madness became more pronounced.
"Brute force didn't work," Hela said, glancing at Thor, "and you came here with what? trickery? It won't work either."
"You draw your power from Asgard," Loki revealed. "I know you can feel the difference. Asgard is returning to the ether."
"How do you know this?" Hela demanded, wondering how he knew things he couldn't possibly know, casually hinting at secrets Odin had guarded jealously his entire life.
"It doesn't matter," Loki replied simply. "We both know it's the truth."
Hela laughed maniacally, the sound echoing around the empty throne room, her eyes glinting with malice. "An excellent trick, but you will not steal my throne from me."
"Keep it then," Loki said, surprising Hela again. "I have no interest in the throne, only in saving what remains of our people."
"We were born to rule," Hela shot back. "I never thought I'd see a day when a child of Odin thought otherwise," she said in disgust.
"I never said I didn't want a throne," Loki clarified. "Just not this one. I want the one that I forge for myself."
"Nor I," Thor added. "You want Asgard? Keep it. Keep your army of undead, rule it as you please, just let us leave with those who choose it."
"There's little point in ruling with no one to rule over," Hela drawled, standing up. "Takes the fun out of it," she smirked, a pair of necroswords forming in her hands.
"It doesn't have to come to this," Loki said, his own daggers appearing in his hands, showing more restraint than he normally would, considering Odin's regrets about giving up on reforming Hela.
Hela, done with talking, jumped from the raised dais her throne sat on, hurling her blades at them, one at Loki and the other at Thor, conjuring another pair as her feet touched the ground.
Loki raised his dagger, deflecting Hela's blade, a shower of sparks forming when their blades touched while Thor threw himself to the side.
Hela raised an eyebrow, surprised that her youngest brother had actually deflected her necrosword, reevaluating which of her two brothers was the bigger threat.
In the blink of an eye, she made her decision; her battle instincts honed over countless centuries serving her well.
She lunged at Loki, intent on taking him out of the fight quickly, but was surprised again when he parried each of her strikes.
She changed her stance, switching to another style, one of many she's mastered over her long life as she probed his defenses, looking for weaknesses, smirking a moment later when she realized he was doing the same to her.
They traded strikes back and forth in their deadly dance, neither of them able to land a hit as they continued to dance around each other.
A bead of sweat forming on Loki's brow, his full attention focused on the battle in front of him, so much so that he couldn't even make use of his illusions.
The hard truth of the matter was that Hela was stronger than him, and just as fast, if not faster. He couldn't let the battle drag on, knowing that in a fight of attrition he would lose.
Even using the stones would be difficult as Hela was unlikely to give him the moment he needed to wield them, and worst of all, she continued to draw power from Asgard, accelerating the collapse of the planet, all while toying with him.
Thor let out a roar, finally seeing an opening as he hammered a kick into Hela's side, flinging her across the room.
He shared a worried look with Loki as Hela crashed into the wall. The hit wasn't even enough to stun her, even with Thor putting his full force behind the attack.
Hela growled, dusting herself off as she got back to her feet, losing what little patience she had with both her brothers.
She raised her arms, two dozen necrowords forming around her as she took a moment to send one last glare at them before flinging the inky black blades.
Thor's eyes widened as he saw the blades coming, but there was nowhere to take cover, and nothing to block her attack with.
Loki tapped into the power of the Reality Stone, careful to make it appear as if it was his own magic he used as he created a portal with the Space Stone.
Hela's fury shattered as something that shouldn't have been possible happened. Her necroswords just disappeared, even from her own senses, then reappeared behind her, her own attack now barreling towards her.
Whirling around, she raised her hand, her blades freezing in place a moment before they struck her. Turning back around, she smirked, her blades slithering around her like snakes, poised to attack.
"Impressive," she conceded, focusing her attention on her youngest brother, the true threat. "But my blades would never betray me."
Loki stared back at Hela, glad they were back to speaking, giving him the opportunity to use the Mind Stone to coordinate with Sif and Proxima.
"This battle is already decided," Hela boasted. "You must see that by now. Kneel, swear fealty to me, and all this can end. Asgard will arise anew, stronger than ever before."
"You know that isn't true," Loki denied. "You see it too. Asgard is dying. In a few weeks, perhaps a month, this place will be your tomb."
"Father held this place together for millennia, and his father before him," Hela denied. "And so will I. Asgard won't fall. I won't allow it to," she said stubbornly, before suddenly stiffening, realizing what they were really doing here — stalling.
They were nothing more than a distraction, meant to keep her busy while their real plan took place somewhere else. Their mother, they were here for her.
"Find her!" Hela screamed at her undead soldiers before glaring at Loki, knowing that he was behind it.
"I should have killed her the moment I saw her," Hela raged, pacing back and forth. "But I won't make that mistake a second time," she snarled. "I hope you said your goodbyes to Mother the last time you saw her."
Loki tapped into the Reality Stone, pulling out a pillar of stone from the ground to block Hela's necroswords before she launched another attack.
"That won't stop her for long," Thor observed, cracks already forming in the wall as Hela raged, hammering the wall with her blades.
Loki could only nod, reinforcing the wall. He didn't have nearly as much practice as he would have liked with the Reality Stone, and keeping the wall together was already taxing him mentally.
"Mother's free; that's the important thing," Loki replied, using the Mind Stone to see through Proxima's eyes. "They know where our people are hiding; they're going to them now."
"Good," Thor nodded, readying himself to face Hela again.
"No, not good," Loki shook his head. "Her undead — they're everywhere. They outnumber the living five to one. They're going to find them before they reach our people."
"Can you send mother to where our people are?" Thor asked.
"No," Loki replied. "I've never been there before. Only Mother and Heimdall know of it. Until Sif and Proxima see it, I can do nothing."
"No," Loki breathed.
"What? What is it?" Thor asked, alarmed.
"They've found them," Loki replied. "There's too many of them. They won't survive. I'll have to send you to them."
"You'll be as good as dead on your own against Hela," Thor replied, torn between fighting by his brother's side and saving their mother and Sif.
"The sun will shine on us again, brother," Loki promised, not giving Thor a chance to argue as he opened a portal beneath his feet just as Hela broke through his wall.
"It won't matter," Hela said, sauntering through the shattered wall as Thor disappeared. "Nothing you do will. I will always win in the end."
"Are you going to talk me to death, or are we going to fight?" Loki asked, glaring at his sister as he unsheathed his daggers.
"I like you, brother," Hela said, letting out a cold laugh. "Finally, a member of our family after my own heart," she said, sending a hail of necroswords at him. "That's why I will make your death quick."
Loki's eyes widened as countless black spears flew towards him, far too many to dodge, and all of them moving, writhing like serpents as they shot towards him, ready to change course the moment he moved.
Loki exhaled as he surged forward, meeting the charge head-on as he tapped into the reality stone, subtly slowing down the spears, re-directing them just enough to make it appear as if he was dodging them on his own.
He rocked his shoulder back, letting the first spear fly past him as he continued to run, jumping into the air as he stepped on the head of the next spear, using it as a springboard to jump high into the air.
He looked down at the spears changing course as they shot after him, attacking him from all angles.
'Perfect,' he thought. Hela took the bait. He raised his daggers, slicing the necroswords the moment they were within his reach, or at least making it appear that way.
The moment Hela's spears touched his daggers he used the Reality Stone to turn them to dust, allowing them to float harmlessly to the ground, but it was only half of the illusion he wove.
He kept himself in the air, spinning and dodging out of the way of just as many spears as he destroyed, making it appear as if he'd used the swords as springboards to keep himself airborne, and making himself appear for more powerful than he actually was.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the look in Hela's eyes change; the madness receding once again, as a new emotion surfaced — anxiety.
With nearly half of Hela's spears destroyed, he allowed himself to fall to the ground, landing on his feet as he stared Hela down, using the moment of tense silence to check on Thor.
Thor's arrival had turned the tide, slowly whittling down the number of undead, but he still had to keep the pressure on Hela, keep her from organizing her soldiers, and massacring what was left of their people in a fit of rage.
"You are full of surprises, little brother," Hela observed. "First you deflect my blades, and now you destroy them. No one has ever done that before, not even father. Thor," she laughed. "He would have been dead ten times over by now."
Loki observed Hela. She was fishing for information, flattering his ego so he would reveal his secrets. A few short months ago it would have worked, but he had grown past that particular character flaw, and instead chose to remain silent.
"And those daggers, wherever did you find those?" She asked, her silky voice filling the silence.
"I took them from a dark elf," Loki replied, using the information to further divide Hela's attention, smiling inwardly when she took the bait.
Hela let out a bark of laughter. "Impossible! Grandfather killed them all thousands of years before even I was born."
"It seems he missed a few," Loki drawled, holding up one of his daggers so she could see the Elven writing etched on it. "They belonged to Malekith. You've heard of him, haven't you?"
Hela scoffed, "More likely you scavenged them from a forgotten tomb of a long dead elf," she spat.
Loki smirked, finally getting under Hela's skin. "You think so?" he taunted. "Or are you just tired, and all this is so you can catch your breath?"
Hela's nostrils flared as she let out a scream, charging at Loki, two swords forming in her hands as she let loose her fury on him.
Loki was fast; she had seen so herself, but her swords gave her the reach advantage, and she was even faster when fighting hand to hand.
'Almost there,' Loki thought, ducking under Hela's blade, as Thor and the others arrived at the hidden stronghold.
He spun on his heel, landing a kick to the back of Hela's knee, sending her to the ground.
It was tricky, but keeping her off balance mentally was the key. She was so angry she hadn't realize he'd used the reality stone to increase the gravity around her, both slowing her down, and wearing her out faster, then the mind stone to read her surface thoughts, learning where she would strike next, and moving to avoid her attacks.
Hela let out a scream of frustration, not understanding what was happening. 'He wasn't this fast before,' she thought, struggling to find a strategy to deal with him as a battle that should have ended ages ago slowly shifted in Loki's favor.
She wiped the sweat off her brow as she turned to face her brother; her face red with fury as she stabbed her blades forward, even extending their length to make sure she caught him buy surprise, only for Loki to jump, landing on the flat of her blade before flipping over her, and delivering a kick to side of her head that she hadn't seen coming, sending her crashing to the floor in an undignified heap.
"GO!" she shouted, ordering her undead into the battle as gnawing fear slowly crept into her heart.
It didn't matter how much power she drew from Asgard, how much she destabilized the planet in the process, somehow she was getting weaker, and Loki was getting stronger.
She watched enviously as Loki practically danced around her undead soldiers, slipping between them, slashing their necks, cutting off limbs, and even picking them up, and throwing them across the room.
It was obvious he wasn't taking the battle seriously anymore, playing with them more than anything else, and as she stared at him, she couldn't help but notice how heavy her limbs felt.
Loki watched Hela out of the corner of his eye as he carefully drew out the battle with her undead. He had already created the portals to evacuate their people, with half of them already through, going into a pocket dimension he'd created for the occasion.
Sif, Proxima, and Thor were still battling the undead outside of the stronghold as the rest of their people fled through the portal, thankfully with his mother already safely amongst them on the other side of the portal.
Hela wasn't ready to give up the fight and he was running out of things to keep her distracted, and off balance.
His eyes narrowed as Hela planted her feet, and raised her arms, practically feeling the power radiating off her as she drew more and more power from deep within Asgard as the ground trembled ominously beneath their feet.
Finally killing the last of her undead, he stared at his sister. These moments were crucial. She had already reduced the time before Asgard tore itself apart from weeks to minutes.
Checking on the progress of the evacuation, he could see there was still a third of their people left that still needed to escape.
He raised his daggers, meeting Hela's eyes as he forced her to act, charging her, each step he took more difficult than the last as the ground continued to tremble and shake beneath their feet.
Hela's necroswords suddenly exploded from the ground, the walls, the ceiling, coming towards him from all directions, far too many to dodge, and all of them gilded with serrated edges along their length sharp enough that even the lightest touch would slice him open.
Hela smirked, breathing hard at how much she had to exert herself for this attack, watching her blades bend and twist, surrounding Loki, making it impossible for him to dodge her attack this time.
Her smirk widened into a full-blown grin as she saw the rising panic in his eyes just before her blades cocooned him.
For good measure, she tightened her control on her blades, constricting them to crush Loki inside.
She dropped to one knee, catching her breath. 'Nothing could have survived that,' she thought triumphantly as the ground shifted beneath her feet again, but far more pronounced this time, nearly toppling her over.
"It's begun," Loki said quietly from behind Hela, startling her. "Ragnarök."
Hela whirled around, her eyes wide. It was impossible. He couldn't have escaped. She'd crushed him before he'd even had a chance to create another one of his portals.
"It's over, Hela," Loki said, using the Reality Stone to disintegrate the Necroswords she'd hastily created before taking control of the rest of her swords, using them to trap her in place.
"How? How are you this powerful? It's impossible," Hela demanded, staring murderously at her brother.
"That's all you have to say?" Loki asked, tilting his head. "The twilight of the gods, the end of our world. Does it all mean so little to you?"
"I don't believe in any of that drivel," Hela snapped. "Now tell me how!"
Loki sighed, understanding why Odin had locked Hela away rather than try to reform her the way he'd done with Thor.
"Our people are safe," he said, ignoring her demand. "They will go on even without our home, and so will you," he said, a portal opening in front of her.
Hela laughed. "You think you can just send me away brother?" she taunted. "You don't think I'll find my way back? I will brother, I promise you that, and I will take back everything you have stolen from me!"
"No, you won't," Loki shook his head. "You didn't escape when father sent you there, not until he died, and this time, if you ever do escape, you'll be far too old and frail to attempt something like this ever again."
"No," Hela shook her head in disbelief as Loki's words sunk in. "You can't mean…"
"Hel," Loki replied simply. "I know the magic father used to trap you there, how he bound your prison to his life force."
"You can't! I won't let you!" Hela snarled, struggling to break free.
"Goodbye, sister," Loki said as the portal closed around her, returning her to her prison. "I wish things could have been different."
Loki took one last look around his former home as the palace crumbled around him, the ground heaving as a once great civilization tore itself apart then created a portal, leaving Asgard for the final time.
***
Carol turned, feeling a whoosh of air as Loki appeared in front of her. She was still upset with him for leaving her behind, but seeing the look on his face, the dents and scratches in his armor, none of it seemed to matter anymore.
"Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to him, checking him for injuries. "Where's everyone else?"
"I'm fine," Loki replied, taking her hand and leading her to the window.
Carol gasped, following Loki's gaze as she stared at Asgard, now covered in rivers of lava as the entire disc-shaped planet broke apart before her eyes.
"It was Hela," Loki explained. "She kept drawing power from the planet until there was nothing left to hold it together."
"What now?" Carol asked, staring back at Loki.
"Midgard," Loki replied. "That's where the Time Stone is, where Thanos is going. That's where it will all be decided. I sent Thor, Proxima, and Sif ahead. They'll explain everything to Midgard's protectors."
"Is he there now, Thanos?" Carol asked.
"Not yet," Loki replied, "but soon."
"Good," Carol replied, moving to Loki, reaching for the buckles of his armor.
"What are you doing?" Loki asked.
"You need rest," Carol explained, unbuckling his chest plate.
"There isn't time," Loki replied, pushing Carol's hands away.
"Then make time," Carol replied. "You can't face Thanos like this. You can't find the Time Stone when you're exhausted."
Loki let out a chuckle, relenting as his slave removed his chest plate, followed quickly by his gauntlets.
He sat down as Carol tugged off his boots, silently admitting to himself that the battle had taken more out of him than he cared to admit.
The mental strain of using all three stones in battle had taken its toll on him, and facing Thanos in the state he was in now was a recipe for disaster.
"You're still tense," Carol observed, running her fingers over Loki's chest and face looking up at him as she knelt between his legs..
"Then by all means, my slave, do something about it," he said, shooting her a wry grin, freeing his cock.
Carol's eyes trailed down Loki's face to his chest, then lower still, looking at his engorged cock. She couldn't say she was surprised. In some ways, Loki had a one-track mind, but with him, there always more beneath the surface.
It wasn't just pleasure he craved, but belonging, a reason to fight the battles he did, and protect what was his.
She stared up at him, craving moments like this, when it was just the two of them, and wasn't about to pass it up.
Sex without spectators, without Proxima leering at them, without Sif asking to join in was becoming an increasingly rare occurrence.
She leaned forward, a grin forming on her face as she licked Loki's stiff cock, bathing it with her tongue as she bobbed her head, teasing his balls with the tip of her finger.
She learned a lot about Loki in her captivity, but first and foremost was what he enjoyed.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping her hand slowly as she licked the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue as she milked his cock, smiling when she heard him groan, enjoying the brief moment she controlled his pleasure.
She squeezed her hand as she pumped it up and down on his throbbing shaft, rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, her own slickness growing as she stared up at him, but when she saw the exhaustion in his eyes something shifted.
She pushed down her desires in favor of taking care of Loki's needs first, sucking him deeply into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.
She dropped her hand to her side as she took him deeper in her mouth, the veins along his shaft throbbing as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
She tightened her lips around his cock, pressing her tongue to his shaft as she bobbed her head, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth as she leisurely sucked him, drawing out Loki's pleasure, feeling strangely powerful despite her circumstances.
While it was true Loki gave her more pleasure than she could often handle, leaving her tingling with desire, and often exhausted after fucking her for hours, it wasn't a one-way street.
He was always hard for her, ready to fuck her at a moment's notice, sometimes hard and fast, other times soft, and sensual, and many shades in between, and despite the lingering look's he'd given to Lyria and her assistant, to Proxima, and even Sif occasionally, S
She was the only one that truly shared his bed, the one he trusted. The one he allowed to see all of him.
She tilted her head, taking Loki's cock deeper, using her throat to massage his cock as another low groan escaped his lips and he tightened his grip on her hair.
She looked up at Loki, their eyes meeting, her on her knees, him leaning back in his chair, her own desires reflected in his eyes. She missed these quiet moments from early on in their journey, when it was just them.
She felt her lungs burn, but brushed the feeling aside, now used to taking his length down her throat for much longer periods of time, and enjoying the feel of his cock pressed snugly against the walls of her throat.
He was close, they both knew it, but she was the first to give in, leaning back as she took a deep breath, his cock popping out of her throat, but she kept him inside her mouth, continuing to suck him as she breathed through her nose, feeling his cock throb as she drove him to the edge.
She moaned softly, rubbing her slick thighs together, eager to welcome his cock inside her slick folds again.
Leaning forward again, she took his length down her throat, rising on her knees as she bobbed her head, taking his full length inside her throat with each thrust.
She felt his cock twitch once, then twice, and redoubled her efforts as she sucked him harder.
When he finally exploded inside her mouth, she sealed her lips tightly around his shaft, drinking down his seed before licking him clean.
She sat back, his cock slipping from her lips as she stared at it, still hard, despite cumming just a moment ago.
She stared up at Loki, biting her lower lip, feeling a thrill at the look he gave her, the hunger, the lust in his eyes making her even wetter.
She spread her legs wide, allowing him to see the effect he had on her, her pussy glistening with her own juices as she tempted him, feeling a shudder of desire go through her as he stared down at her.
***
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