Emprise [Fólkvangr End, Book 2][Loki Fanfiction]

Chapter Five - Höfðingja

Author's Note: That's right. Höfðingja. Indeed. Icelandic for prince. Ooh ho ho! What ever does it mean? What is the significance?! THERE MUST BE ONE! Happy almost Christmas everyone, if you celebrate! I have done no Christmas shopping and I am terribly behind, surprise surprise. Instead I do a lot of this. Writing and editing and being poor. Anyhow, I will likely update again on Christmas, with a fun Christmas surprise! Yipee! I can fully admit right now that I only have some of the main plot fleshed out so you will have to forgive me at the moment if I take a while to update! Again, have a wonderful holiday season, be careful, be safe, be smart. Write and love and inspire and eat a little extra chocolate! All my best! 

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Chapter Five - Höfðingja, or Ruler

 "So," I begin slowly, closing the door to Loki's bedroom. 

Loki looks up at me, his hands clasped behind his back. "So indeed."

"What are we going to do?"

"Well it seems to me that this...freedom quest is your own little task, so I assumed I should - "

"You should what? Stand back and let Odin exercise his cruelty over those men just as he did to you?" I demand to know, closing the distance between Loki and I. Oh, I could just wipe that smug little look his face. Then I take a step back and look at him...I mean, really look at him.

"Suddenly you don't want to help people any more? Is that it? You're only concerned with looking out for your own neck?"

"Considering the number of times it has been placed on Odin's chopping block, yes, I should think I should be a bit more cautious with where I put my neck."

I groan, tearing my fingers through my hair. ""What happened to us?"

Loki shrugs, "I do not know. You woke up like this. Frankly I find it better not to argue with you when you are in one of your...moods."

"I am not!" He looks at me with pointed severity. "Yes, yes I am."

"Are we having some sort of lovers quarrel?" he asks sincerely, looking at me with those radiant eyes that instantly soften my heart. "I would certainly like to make up."

"As would I. I'm sorry for overreacting, but you must admit we must do something."

"And so we shall," Loki says simply. His hand strokes my cheek gently. "But there are times when we cannot act so rashly as you are inclined to. Give it time, we shall sort something out. We will use our heads, love, and not just our hearts."

He's right. Of course he is. I suppose after being alive for thousands of years you gain some sort of rational perspective. "I'm not sure what came over me, to be honest."

"Just your womanly charm," he teases and I push him back a bit, rolling my eyes. He grabs me by the waist and swings me around, laying me down on his bed. "Now time for the real making up!"

He waves his hand over me, disrobing me instantly, clothes disappearing from my body. I pull his face towards mine hungrily. "You ruin all the fun of getting undressed."

He laughs against my lips, "Well, then, show me just how fun disrobing can be."

I lean back from him, bringing my hands to his jacket. Black leather, buckles down the front. I begin to unbuckle them, the process rivaling my patience and certainly not made any easier by the location of Loki's lips on my skin. I giggle as his fingers dance across the bare skin of my back and his lips smile against my shoulder. I free one hand from the laborous process of unbuckling and tilt his chin up with my finger so that I can bring my lips to his. I would hate to describe the way I kiss him as devouring, but I fear there really is nothing so accurate to describe my passion for the feel of his lips against mine. Finally, I give up on the buckles and rip his jacket straight off of him.