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The heavy wooden doors groan as Thor pushes them open, the thrill of your recent encounter still coursing through his veins. A broad grin stretches across his face, eyes alight with an almost childlike joy.
As he approaches the Warriors Three's table, the sights and sounds of the bustling tavern envelop him. Flickering firelight casts dancing shadows along the rough-hewn walls. The scent of roasting meat and ale fills his nostrils, mingling with the clink of mugs and the din of patrons' chatter.
The familiar faces of his friends turn toward him, surprise quickly giving way to knowing looks and raised eyebrows.
"Thor, what has you in such a jolly mood?" Volstagg's voice rumbles across the hall, his eye glinting with mirth.
Thor's grin widens. "Ah, my friends, I have just had the most incredible time."
Fandral leans forward, eyebrows dancing suggestively. "And what kind of time might that be?"
A hearty chuckle bursts from Thor. "The kind that leaves a man feeling like a god. But that is all I shall say on the matter." He shoots them a conspiratorial wink.
An unspoken exchange passes between the warriors, laden with camaraderie and unvoiced tales. Their mugs clink together in a salute.
"To Thor and his mysterious conquest," Hogun says, a rare grin splitting his stoic features.
"To life and all its pleasures!" Thor joins the toast with gusto before downing his ale in one hearty swallow, washing away any lingering worry.
Sif strides into the room, her presence slicing through the revelry like a knife through silk. Her frown speaks volumes, prompting Thor to offer a greeting, but it falls flat as Sif directs her intense gaze towards Fandral.
Leaning in close, Sif whispers urgently, "Be cautious with Una. Loki's threats are not idle chatter if he finds out."
Fandral blinks rapidly, unable to contain his eagerness. "Wait, what did she do?"
Exasperation seeps into Sif's hushed tones. "Don't pretend you're unaware. Una confessed when I caught her sneaking into the gardens through the secret entrance."
Fandral presses on, scanning Sif's expression. "And did she specifically say she was with me? Or did she imply it to cover her tracks?"
After a momentary pause, Sif concedes reluctantly, "Perhaps you are right." She mutters about faeries' deceitful nature, taking deep swigs of ale.
Meanwhile, anxiety claws at Thor's insides as thoughts race faster than Sleipnir on open terrain. His hand reaches reflexively for another gulp of ale, but his subtlety doesn't escape Sif's observant gaze as she fixates upon something blue amongst his golden locks.
"What is that in your hair, Thor?" Suspicion laces each word.
His fingers encounter soft, damning petals as realization dawns brightly around him. "I-I don't know," he stammers, doing little to convince those who know him better than most. "It must have just fallen in there."
Sif's brow raises in suspicion. "What's going on, Thor?"
The admission comes heavily but resolutely from Thor's chest, "Actually, Sif... It was I whom Una was meeting in the woods."
Fandral whoops with delight. "She finally wore you down! I knew she had it in her!"
Volstagg chimes in jovially. "Aye, I wondered what happened after she stormed out of here to confront you the other day." He chuckles.
But Sif's seriousness casts shadows over humor quickly. "This is no laughing matter. How could you be so selfish? Loki already thinks you take everything that belongs to him."
Thor exhales deeply as Sif's words hanging heavy. "You and I both know Una belongs only to herself... but you are right that Loki will not see it that way." He pauses solemnly. "But I cannot deny my feelings for Una are more than a mere dalliance. We will find a way to tell Loki. Eventually."
Hogun pats Thor's back gently. "We know you will... But let us hope Loki remains none the wiser until then."
The group falls into a tense silence, contemplating the gravity of the situation. But even amidst the uncertainty, Thor can't help but feel a sense of joy at finally admitting his feelings for you.
Suddenly, the heavy oak door to the tavern slams open with a thunderous bang, a powerful gust of wind howling in behind it. Heads whip around, mugs clattering on tables as the patrons turn towards the commotion.
Amidst the raucous laughter of a couple playfully rushing in from the cold night air, there you stand - hand in hand with Loki. Your cheeks flushed, you brush a stray lock of his raven hair from his face, your giggles mingling with his flustered expression.
Thor's grip tightens on his tankard as he watches, his heart aching with envy. You boop Loki's nose affectionately, leaning in to capture his lips in a tender kiss.
"Get a room!" A gruff voice bellows from across the crowded tavern, shattering the intimate moment. Raucous laughter erupts around the room.
Thor forces a smile, attempting to mask the hollow feeling in his chest as he joins in the laughter. But as you turn, your face alight with pure happiness, and catch his eye, he can't help but smile genuinely. He watches as you and Loki make your way to a table, Fandral already up on his feet.
"Una! Loki!" he exclaims, gesturing for you to join them. "Please, sit with us!"
Despite Loki's obvious resignation, you exchange a hopeful glance with him, and he nods in agreement.
"Una, you should sit next to Thor," Fandral suggests, winking suggestively. "As much as I would love for you to sit next to me, I’ve had too many mugs of ale to be sure I won’t do anything that will get me stabbed."
You roll your eyes as you slide onto the bench next to Thor, the warmth of his body radiating through your clothes as your thighs press together. A fluttering sensation rises in your chest, and you take a deep breath, immediately regretting it as the faint scent of the forest and sex surrounds you—a reminder of your intimate moments mere hours ago. You press your thighs tighter, trying to suppress the desire coursing through you.
"Thor," Sif says, her tone laced with curiosity, "did you happen to fall asleep in a flower patch, or are those little blue wildflowers a new fashion style you're trying out?"
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize the implication behind her words. Reaching out, you pluck a few flowers from Thor's golden locks, laughing nervously. "Hmm, it seems it's my lot to fix the hair of the sons of Odin this evening! However did you manage to get one stuck in your beard?"
Thor chuckles, his nervousness evident as you reach to remove more of the blue wildflowers. "I have absolutely no idea."
"Perhaps it is from rolling around in the woods with a secret lover?" Fandral drawls, taking a sip of ale.
You feign surprise, masking the annoyance you feel at Thor's apparent confession to his friends about your tryst. "A secret lover?" you say sweetly. "For some reason, that brings to mind one of the first things Sif said to me when I arrived on Asgard. Funny I am just now remembering it."
Thor's voice is low as he looks down at you, his gaze intense. "What's that?"
Plucking another flower from his beard, you inadvertently remove one of his beard hairs as well, causing him to jolt in surprise at the unexpected pain. "Oops! It seems I removed that one too aggressively. Best let you deal with the rest." You turn forward, catching Loki's curious expression, and quickly change the subject. "Where is the barmaid? I thought we would at least have ale by now?"
Your gaze lands on the barmaid, who is being held up by some drunken patrons, one of them attempting to get her to sit on his lap. She looks visibly uncomfortable, though she tries to remain polite. "Oh Loki, will you save that poor maid from those lecherous dolts?"
As Loki scowls and marches over to confront the men, you seize the opportunity to address the issue of your affair with Thor, turning to the rest of the table.
You grab another wildflower from Thor's tousled hair, your fingers brushing against his cheek as you lean in close. "So, you've told them, then?" you murmur in a low tone, your voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Thor shifts nervously, avoiding your gaze. "Sif figured it out," he admits. "I was hoping to keep it quiet for a while, but..."
You pluck another flower from his hair, your movements slow and deliberate. "But what?" you prompt, raising an eyebrow.
Thor offers you a pained smile, his eyes betraying the teasing lilt in his voice. "But the lady is right, I am terrible at keeping secrets. Forgive me?"
Ignoring his plea, you turn to face your friends, your expression hardening. "And the rest of you? Does Fandral require a muzzle?"
Volstagg lets out a hearty laugh as Fandral feigns offense, clutching his chest dramatically. Hogun, however, remains stoic as he leans forward to catch your eye. "Una," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with us. We're all happy for you."
You force a grateful smile, but deep down, you can't help but doubt the sincerity of his words. Your gaze shifts to Loki, who is still engaged in a heated argument with a group of drunken patrons. You feel the energy in the room shift as he summons a dagger, and you revel in the dark emotional energy that accompanies the act.
"As much as I'm enjoying the energy Loki is inspiring in those idiots, if he starts a brawl, I will never get to eat," you sigh, rising to your feet and stalking over to where Loki stands in a tense standoff with the men. One of them, the same man who had earlier tried to force the barmaid onto his lap, now holds a knife to her throat.
"Excuse me, boys," you say, letting a hint of your Siren magic infuse your voice with an irresistible allure. "Were you looking for someone to keep you company tonight?"
A rotund man with a patchy beard slurs his words as he leers at you. "Are yeh off'ring?" he asks, slapping his thigh with a resounding thwap that sends a puff of dirt escaping from his breeches. "Cuz I got a lap right here that needs a warm arse tah set on it."
You chuckle darkly, exchanging a knowing look with Loki, relieved that he seems to trust you. "Oh my," you purr. "Well, as tempting as that may be, and I hope I don't offend you when I say that I'm more interested in getting close to your friend with the dagger. Perhaps he'll trade?"
Turning your attention to the man holding the barmaid hostage, you unleash the full power of your Siren gaze, waiting until you see his features slacken ever so slightly, a sign that he's beginning to fall under your mesmerizing spell. You don't want to risk him hurting the woman. "Wouldn't you rather have me on your lap?" you croon, taking a slow, deliberate step toward him. He nods dumbly, but doesn't release the barmaid. "You'll have to let this one go first. I want you all to myself."
He nods again and pushes the barmaid away. Loki catches her as she cries in relief, cradling her in his arms. But you're not done yet. You straddle one of the man's legs and lean in, reaching up to stroke his damp temple. The sour stench of ale and sweat assaults your senses, laced with an edge of something sinister.
"What's your name?" you ask, laying your hand on his cheek and feigning the intent to kiss him.
"Ormr," he shudders, his foul breath threatening to knock you backward.
"Well, Ormr, I am Una, daughter of Ægir, Princess of the Dark Court," you declare, your voice ringing out loud and clear as the tavern falls into a stunned silence. Almost all of the lights go out, save for a few flickering candles on the tables. You begin to glow brightly, like a full moon on a clear night, your shadowy wings unfurling behind you. You move your hand to his throat and begin to squeeze. "And you will never lay your hands upon another woman without her explicit consent, in this life or the next, lest you suffocate on your own depravity. Is that clear?"
Ormr nods, his eyes wide with terror. You let his fear wash over you, a balm to the frustration you felt about Sif and the Warriors Three being privy to your affair with Thor. You release him, and he scrambles to his feet, fleeing in panic, his face pale with fear. Loki is still holding the barmaid, attempting to console her, as the rest of Ormr's friends scatter in terror. He looks up at you and chuckles.
"You never cease to amaze me, my love," Loki says, attempting to pry the woman off of himself as he gives you a pleading look.
"And I never cease to enjoy putting louts like that in their place," you smile, brushing some dirt off your skirts before turning to walk back to Thor and your friends. "Now, where's my dinner?"
Your words remind the barmaid of her duties, and she lets go of Loki, thanking you profusely and begging your forgiveness. You smile at her reassuringly. "Please, bring large portions for everyone at our table," you request. "And make sure to include the best cuts of meat."
She nods eagerly, bowing several times before rushing off into the kitchen to fulfill your order.
You return to the table, quirking an eyebrow at Thor whose hungry gaze trails over you, eyes darkening with desire. "What?" you ask, feigning innocence.
"I've never seen you wield that kind of power," he rumbles, voice thick with admiration and something more primal. “You know that you'll never be able to make that threat stick, right?”
Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you smirk. "It will stick just fine if he believes it will. And believe me, he did not have a will of his own to choose otherwise."
Fandral shudders theatrically. "That's absolutely terrifying."
"Why thank you," you reply sweetly, taking your seat beside Thor as the barmaid returns with your meals. Raising your glass, you declare, "Now, eat your fill and drink your fill and speak of naught but the glorious night that lies before us!"
As you eat, you again regret your decision to sit next to Thor, as his presence is highly distracting. The smell of your earlier tryst still lingers on him, making it hard for you to focus on your meal. You decide not to pluck any flowers from his beard and keep your hands to yourself, even though you long to touch him again.
You try to stifle a giggle as you listen to Volstagg's question to Fandral. The big man's eyes gleam with mischief as he asks, "Hey Fandral, what was your favorite part about Una confronting Ormr? Was it the threat of suffocation that got you all hot and bothered?"
Fandral's face reddens. "What? No! I don't find that arousing!"
Laughter erupts around the table as Fandral stammers defensively. Shaking your head in amusement, you feel grateful for these friends who accept your powers without judgment. You kick Loki under the table when he rolls his eyes disdainfully.
Loki takes a swig of ale, licking the foam suggestively. "Come now Fandral, no shame in admitting you grew excited at the thought of Una's lovely hands around your neck."
"Excited? I don't know what you mean," Fandral replies, surprised.
"Don't deny you were practically salivating at being choked by Una."
As Fandral reddens, you interject before Loki goes too far. "He's not the only one currently begging for my hands around his neck."
Thor chokes on his ale as the others snicker. Realizing his folly, Loki falls silent. You stand abruptly. "I think I'll turn in."
As Loki moves to follow, you fix him with an annoyed look. "Loki, you need not accompany me. I can make my own way."
Loki narrows his eyes slightly, studying you for a moment before nodding. "As you wish," he says smoothly, taking his seat once again.
You make your way out of the tavern, the raucous laughter and drunken chatter fading into the distance behind you. As you traverse the dimly lit castle halls, an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. Thor's admission of your affair weighs heavily on your mind, and Loki's cruel behavior towards Fandral and possessive nature over you only amplifies your frustration. You need solitude to untangle this mess.
Nodding to the guards stationed at the entrance, you ascend the stairs to your chambers. The ornate wooden door creaks open, and you step inside, dropping onto the plush bed with a heavy sigh. The day's events bear down on your shoulders like a crushing weight. You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to steady your racing thoughts as your fingers rake through your tousled hair.
A sharp rap at the door shatters the silence, jolting you from your reverie. You rise, expecting Loki on the other side, ready to beg for forgiveness. But as the door swings open, Thor stands before you, his intense gaze locking with yours.
"May I come in?" His voice is low and seductive, sending a shiver down your spine.
You regard him with a mixture of concern and curiosity, hesitating for a moment. "Are you sure you weren't followed?" Your eyes scan the hallway behind him, searching for any unwanted company.
Thor nods, his expression grave. "I made sure to take a few detours before coming here. No one followed me."
Satisfied, you step aside, allowing him entry before closing the door behind him. You turn to face him, voice gentle. "Is everything okay?"
Thor inhales deeply, his eyes a swirling vortex of longing and sadness. "I... I needed to see you. To talk to you."
Your heart hammers in your chest as you move closer, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "What is it, Thor? What's wrong?"
Without a word, Thor pulls you into a searing embrace, his lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion. You melt into his touch as he slowly lowers you onto the bed, straddling you. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent before trailing scorching kisses along your skin. The warmth of his body and the featherlight caress of his lips leave you in blissful oblivion, your hands roaming his toned physique.
"You know I cannot stay away from you," he rasps, his breath hot against your ear. "Your power over me is too great."
You sit up, staring at him breathlessly as memories of your last encounter in the forest flood your mind. Reaching out, you tenderly stroke his face, cradling his cheek in your palm.
"I fear for you," you murmur, searching his face. "Loki's jealousy and possessiveness over me only grow stronger. With others, it mattered not to me. I would leave them without a thought. But I love him, Thor. I don't want to hurt him."
Thor presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his azure eyes soft with longing. "I know. And I see how he loves you. But you need not fear for me, I know how to handle Loki. He is my brother and I have dealt with his envy our whole lives."
Reassured by his words, you nod, reaching up to thread your fingers through his golden locks and pull him into a fierce, passionate kiss. The electric current crackling between you sets your veins afire, leaving you feeling more alive than anything else ever has.
As the night wears on, you and Thor explore each other's bodies with a hunger that borders on desperation. Every touch, every caress, leaves you both gasping for breath, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. You know that what you're doing is risky, that the consequences of being discovered could be disastrous, but in this moment, all you can think about is the way that Thor makes you feel.
Hours later, as the sun begins to rise over the castle walls, you find yourself wrapped in Thor's arms, his warmth providing a sense of comfort and safety that you've never felt before. You know that the road ahead will be difficult, that the challenges of dealing with Loki's jealousy and the consequences of your actions will not be easy to overcome. The future may be uncertain, but one thing is clear: your passion for Thor burns hotter than ever before.