The Gift of Distraction - Part Two
Summary: Threats of war have the Kingdom of Asgard on edge. The King and his counsel have been working nonstop to prepare the realm for the worst-case scenario. Newlyweds Loki and Sigyn steal moments together when they can.
After weeks of pining for her husband, Sigyn decides to take matters into her own hands and surprise Loki at work. He welcomes the unexpected visit from his wife and the newlyweds make the most of their time together.
Word Count: 3300
Rating: Explicit
*This story is for mature audiences only. * 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Oral sex, Cock Warming, Semi-Public Sex
Sigyn barely saw Loki over the next few weeks. He rose before dawn and worked with the King and council until late in the evenings. He was coming home late and falling straight into bed long after the sun had gone down, physically, and mentally exhausted.
And she missed him. And she felt greedy for missing him. She knew when she married him that he had a duty to the realm but that did nothing to stop the ache of need that plagued her. She missed sharing meals with him, going on long walks with him, kissing him, and touching him.
She had her projects to keep her busy, of course, but her mind was never one hundred percent on any given task. Loki was always there in the back of her mind. She worried if he was eating enough or if the council was putting too much work on him. She knew he was not getting enough sleep, but she was hopeful this threat of war would pass and resolve itself quietly.
One morning she woke from a dream panting and breathless. An ache between her thighs the likes of which she had not felt in a very long time. It had been three weeks since she and Loki had made love. Three weeks! The longest they have ever gone without each other. She would settle for a quickie if she ever caught him alone long enough, but by the time he joined her in their bed, he only had energy enough for a brief cuddle and a few chaste kisses before he succumbed to restless sleep.
Something had to give, she had to make him carve an hour out of his schedule during the day to spend time with her. As she soaked in her morning bath, a plan formed in her mind. Was it desperate? Yes. Did she care? No.
It was late morning as Sigyn made her way through the palace, a basket of goodies hung from the crook of her elbow. She greeted Loki’s long-time assistant, Karl, with a pleasant smile. The area was abuzz with activity. People were dashing to and fro, passing papers and files and messages back and forth.
Karl bowed to Sigyn when he caught sight of her. “Your Highness.”
“Good morning, Karl. Is the Prince in his office?” She motioned to her basket. “I have brought him some food. I hoped I might share a meal with him for a change.”
He gave her a nervous laugh, “His Highness is in there, but…”
“Oh, thank you, Karl. Here,” she plucked one of the wrapped sandwiches from her basket, “eat a little something. You are looking a little peaked.”
She gave him no opportunity to respond as she breezed past him and slid into Loki’s office before he could stop her.
Loki looked up startled, “Sigyn?! What are you doing here, sweetling?”
“I brought you some lunch.” She held up the basket.
Karl was right behind her, “Apologies, Your Highness, she did not give me a chance to tell her you were busy.”
“That will be all, Karl. Please shut the door on your way out. Thank you.”
He bowed and quickly made his exit.
“Don’t be cross with me. I am worried that you have not been taking care of yourself and I could not let another day pass without sharing a meal with you.” She set the basket on top of a low cabinet by his window.
He set his quill down and held his arms out to her, “I could never be cross with you for thinking of me so kindly.” He pulled her down into his lap and kissed her temple. “This is a very pleasant surprise. I have missed our talks during mealtimes.”
“Oh, Loki. I have missed you terribly.” Her bottom lip quivered, betraying the brave front she was determined to put up for him. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.
“There, there, my love.” His warm hands stroked the bare skin of her back. Sigyn intentionally wore a very thin, backless summer dress, despite the nip in the early spring air, and opted to forego any undergarments, hoping lunch would take a turn into something more. “It's all right. Come now,” he sat her up straight, “let me have a look at you.” He held her chin in his hand as he gazed at her. She practically melted into his lap, his ocean-blue eyes etched with concern. “My pretty wife. I fear I have neglected you for far too long.”
His lips brushed hers and a storm of butterflies soared through her belly. The soft contact brought a needy whine to her lips. She ran her hands through his hair and pressed into him, parting her lips, and greeting his tongue with hers.
She resisted the urge to moan into his mouth, relishing the taste of him and the feel of his silky hair in her hands.
He reluctantly broke their kiss, “Did you come here to eat or…?” His grip was tight on her hips.
“I could wait to eat,” she panted. “What about you? Are you hungry?”
She watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, “Ravenous.”
Loki used his seidr to banish the items from the top of his desk and had Sigyn on her back in an instant. He slid her wispy dress up her thighs and groaned in approval at the sight of her bare sex. “Was this your plan all along? Fein concern for my well-being and seduce me?”
She hesitated, she knew he could tell if she lied to him, “I am concerned for your well-being. But I am also desperate for your body. Does that make me a terrible person?”
He chuckled darkly, his hot breath fanned her wet cunt and caused her to squirm where she lay. “No, kitten.” He licked a stripe up the center of her and was rewarded with a needy moan. “You are a very good person.” He kissed her thigh. “The best person I know.” He kissed her other thigh. “Now be a very good girl for me and put your feet on my shoulders.” She kicked off her slippers and obeyed.
He held her thighs as he dined on her. Loki delighted in the fact that anyone on the other side of the door would be an audience to Sigyn’s moans of pleasure and cries of praise for his ministrations. She held nothing back as she climaxed, “Gods yes, Loki! I’m coming!”
She laid across his desk and twitched and shook as pleasant aftershocks wracked her body, moving her feet to his lap, it took her a few moments to come down.
“Norns, Loki.” She sat up slowly and found Loki watching her as he leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin on his face and a huge bulge in his trousers. Sigyn bit her lip, “Your turn.”
She stood on shaky legs and moved to kneel between Loki’s feet, but he stopped her, pulling her down to straddle his long thighs instead. “I am afraid there is no time for that, kitten. I have a meeting with my liaison from the West. He should arrive any minute now.” The mischief danced merrily in his eyes and she knew he was up to something.
“Is that so?” She palmed his erection through the leather of his trousers, “What are you going to do about this? It is far too big of a thing to hide in plain sight.”
He walked his fingers up her thighs and made his way to her ass, squeezing her with both his large hands. “That is why I intend to hide it out of sight.” Mischief radiated off him in waves, causing Sigyn’s cunt to clench around nothing.
She swallowed thickly, “Out of sight where?”
He smirked, “Be a good girl and free me from these confines, wife.”
Sigyn sensed that something devilishly wicked awaited her and she was suddenly filled with anticipation, a dull throb started between her legs again as she unfastened his trousers and liberated his glorious cock. Her mouth watered at the sight of it and a needy whimper escaped her lips as she pumped his shaft and cupped his balls.
Loki pulled her closer and claimed her mouth, kissing her frantically as she worked him. Without warning, he moved her hands to his shoulders. She was confused for but a brief second before she felt him guide her hips forward and position himself at her entrance. She lifted her hips and lowered herself onto him, throwing her head back with a moan as he filled her. Circling her hips and grinding down on him, she savored the familiar stretch of her walls as her body welcomed him home.
Once he was fully seated inside her, she started to roll her hips quickly, knowing they had little time to finish. But Loki used his large hands to still her body. Kissing her sweetly and caressing the bare skin of her legs and back, “Sit still for me, pretty girl.”
Whimpering in protest, “Loki…”
“Hush.” She let his hand guide her head to his shoulder, then he adjusted the skirt of her dress to cover them as she perched on his lap. “Be my very good girl and keep my cock warm while I take my meeting.” She clenched and throbbed around him in response, earning her a moan and a pat on the rump. “Good, good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he summoned his paperwork back and rolled his chair close to his desk.
“Ah, Loki. I can’t.” She rolled her hips, and Loki pressed her down, stilling her once again.
“You can and you will.” His cock throbbed inside her and her cunt pulsed in response.
“Loki, please! It has been weeks.” Tears pricked her eyes, and she pressed her lips into his neck under his ear. “I need you.”
“And you have me.” He gave her the tiniest press up with his hips, “You want me inside you, do you not?”
“Ugh, yes, of course. But-”
“Be the sweetest girl, hold very still and you will be rewarded.”
“But-”
Three solid knocks came from the other side of his door.
“Loki!” Sigyn hissed.
“Close your eyes and do not move.” He whispered to her before he called, “Enter.”
Sigyn dropped her arms to Loki’s side and closed her eyes as she rested her head back on his shoulder.
Karl opened the door only wide enough to poke his head through. “Your Highness, your liaison from the Western Territory is here. What should I tell him?”
Loki looked up from his ledger and motioned with his quill, “Show him in.”
“Sir?” He looked at Sigyn perched on his lap, appearing to be asleep.
Loki raised his eyebrows to him, “Yes?”
“Are you certain, sir?”
“Do not leave the man standing out there, show him in, please. I have much to do so get on with it.”
“Yes, sir.” He opened the door wide and ushered the Prince’s visitor inside.
“Your Highness.” James bowed. “Have I caught you at a bad time?”
Loki chuckled and shifted slightly in his seat as he leaned forward and extended his hand to him. “Not at all. But do excuse me if I do not get up.” He shook Loki’s hand. Loki motioned for him to take a seat across from him and continued, “I’m afraid my dear wife has not been sleeping well these past weeks. She came to bring me lunch,” he motioned toward the basket, “but fell asleep whilst we were talking. I did not have the heart to wake her, poor dear.” He ran a hand up her back and patted her hair.”
“Ah, yes. My wife is quite troubled as well, but alas, she does not seek out solace in my embrace as yours does.”
“Well, we are newlywed. My friends warn me she will become less generous with her affection as the years go by.” At that, Sigyn squeezed his cock and pressed a tiny pinch to his side through his tunic. He shifted and pressed up slightly in response, sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from whimpering.
“Are you sure we will not disturb her? We can move this meeting to the afternoon if needed.”
“No need. My Sigyn is a very sound sleeper. Now let me see what news you brought me regarding our steel production.”
James pulled out a thick file from his satchel and placed it in front of the prince. The two men went on with their meeting as if Sigyn wasn’t even in the room. Like it was completely normal for a grown woman to fall asleep atop her husband’s lap. His visitor was completely oblivious to the fact that Loki was buried to the hilt inside her. The thought of it and the fear of being discovered elicited a thrill from her and kept her throbbing with anticipation.
Tiny thrusts and twitches were the only indication that Loki was still aroused. His voice never faltered when he spoke, and his hands stayed steady as he flipped through page after page of inventory ledgers. His voice caught only once as Sigyn flexed and clenched around his cock, but he quickly covered it with a yawn and a sincere apology to his guest.
Sigyn did not know how he was keeping so composed. The meeting seemed to drag on and on all the while she sat impaled on his cock, throbbing and aching to move. So sensitive she was at this point that even the friction from the slightest shift sent currents of pleasure shooting through her body. The effort it was taking to keep from moving her hips was causing her breaths to become shallower, and tiny beads of perspiration began to dot her forehead. She had to be conscious of the moans and whimpers that threatened to escape her lips. All the while her clit ached with need.
She tried to distract herself, to focus on something other than her husband’s cock stuffed deep inside her. She tried to follow what the men were discussing, but she found the topic so boring, she couldn’t keep her attention there. She started reciting poems in her head and that would help briefly until Loki would shift in his seat and create the slightest bit of friction, causing her to clench and throb anew.
How much time had passed? She had no idea. Had the chimes rung in the palace indicating a new hour? No. She would have heard them. Or would she? She was putting so much effort into holding still she could have missed the sound. Maybe it had only been a few minutes, but her sweet agony had drawn them out and made them feel longer.
Finally, she heard the conversation wrapping up.
“Thank you for your time today, James. Again, excuse me if I don’t show you out.”
James chuckled, “Of course, Your Highness. I am happy knowing our Princess got some much-needed rest. I am only sorry I did not get to meet her properly.”
“Stay for dinner. I will bring her to the dining hall tonight.”
“Thank you, Your Highness. I am looking forward to it.” He bowed and closed the door quietly behind him as he left.
Loki patted Sigyn’s bum and whispered in her ear, “Very well done, my good girl. I am very proud of you.”
Relief and pride and arousal all washed over her in that instant. She kissed him eagerly and buried her hands in his hair. He held her hips and gently thrust up into her, she was oversensitive, and her body bucked and jerked at the sensation A sharp cry broke from her lips.
“Norns, Loki! It was so difficult to stay still.”
“I know, precious. But you did so well. You have earned your reward.” He kissed along her jaw and down her neck.
“Can I have two rewards?” Her head lolled back as their bodies found a rhythm. Loki’s chair was creaking loudly as they moved.
He smiled against the skin of her neck, “You can have whatever you want.”
“I think first I would like you to bend me over your desk.”
Loki moaned, “Norns, yes, Sigyn.”
“Then I would like for you to have lunch with me.”
“Sounds perfect.”
This time he did not use his seidr, he pushed the files and memos off his desk with a sweep of his arm. He stood her up and spun her around as he pulled her back to his chest, running his hands over her breasts and hips, he kissed her neck and shoulders.
Gently, he bent her over the edge of his desk and gathered up her skirts. He kicked her feet apart and slid into her as he admired the view from this vantage point, rubbing his large hands over her back, hips, and ass. He held her hips and took her hard and fast. Drawers rattled and the wood creaked on the large antique desk. He earned lots of praise and dirty talk from Sigyn between her moans of pleasure.
Afterward, Loki cleaned them up with his seidr and they had a makeshift picnic on the floor in his office, appreciating each other’s company, and talking about everything but war preparations.
Loki was feeding Sigyn a piece of cake with honey, teasing her by pulling it away before she could get a bite. Honey had dripped on her bottom lip, and he quickly ducked down to clean it off with his tongue. Their play quickly turned into passion and Loki rolled her onto her back. He was just freeing her breast from her dress when there was a knock on the door.
“No!” Loki called and lowered his mouth to her nipple.
Karl stammered on the other side of the door, “I am terribly sorry, Your Highness, but-”
“I said no!”
“Orders from The King, Your Highness.” Karl managed quickly.
“Fuck.” Loki pulled the fabric back over her breast and helped her to sit up. “Enter!”
Karl entered quickly and bowed, “Your Highnesses, I do hate interrupting your… lunch, but The King has called for a meeting of his council.”
“Very well.” Loki said wearily, “When is this meeting to take place?”
“Now, Your Highness. The King requests that you come at once.”
Sigyn caught the split-second look of panic in his eyes before he quickly composed his features. “Thank you, Karl. Prepare my things as I bid my wife farewell.”
He bowed and exited swiftly.
Loki gave her an apologetic look, “I am sorry I have to cut our time short, my love.”
She took his face in her hands, “The King needs you.”
“And I need you.” He covered one of her hands with his and rubbed his thumb along hers. “I do not know when things will return to normal.”
“I know.” She gave him a sweet smile. “We will get through this.”
He pulled her into a warm embrace and buried his face in her hair.
“Come on. Chin up. You should not keep your father waiting.”
“I love you, Sigyn. Please know that I am missing you as much as you are missing me.”
“I know. I love you too.”
He pulled back and gave her a mischievous grin, “You know, I am never going to be able to sit down to work at that desk again without thinking about what we did on it today.”
“Good!”
He gave her one more long, lingering kiss before he left for his meeting.
A Gift for Loki
Other AGFL One-Shots:
The Gift of the Sun
The Gift of Distraction - Part One