In The Hands of the Trickster: In The Hands of the Trickster

Fates play a cruel game when it comes to the workings of one’s heart and whom they have handed it over too. The agonizing pain that follows in the wake of losing the one they love rips a deep hole into their chest leaving it raw for a very long time. She felt that to the core of her very being the moment she realized that he would never love her back like she wished, that his ambition for power and to be king far outweighed what she had to offer. Her blindness had faded away as they grew up until she had decided not to see the truth, choosing instead to look the other way. This is how their relationship, if it could be called that, would remain.

Outside closed doors they were friends who played their appropriate roles with in the circles that had been born to. The daughter of a, battle harden, noble who stood in the royal court helping to govern the people of Asguard. Her mother standing behind supporting him and rearing their children as is expected of the wife of a warrior from the noble standing. She has seen the role she is expected to play the day her father gives her hand to the man he deems worthy to have it. She has been a good pupil knowing to bite her tongue instead of speaking her mind.

 

However with Him she has been a more apt pupil. She’s observed how he interacts with others, the playful banters with his brother, the tricks he has pulled on the servants. It all made her feel as if she has watching some battle just waiting to explode and consume everything. In a way it did. She allowed herself to wonder toward the opposite of what her parents wanted. She picked up her life and ran with it, throwing everything she felt and knew away all for the sake of Him.

“You are distracted.” The smooth voice sends a shiver down her spine as she turns toward the owner with a smile. “I cannot help it.” She responds in kind trying to keep her voice from cracking as her breath hitches from his close proximity. Her reaction is not unnoticed by him even though he chooses to encore it. Thor’s laughter from across the room interrupts them only briefly, she moves forward to snatch a goblet from a passing servant and down half of the cool Mead. “Tales of this battle will ring for days.”

 

His voice holds a slight twinge of menace “And what of the Trickster?” she refuses to look at him as she asks for she cannot look at him for fear her eyes will betray her. She feared for his life when he went off to battle with his brother and the rest of the young warriors to the land of Dwarves to help restore order after their heir was assassinated. The goblet in her hand shatters causing a few patrons near them to look over for the source of the sound, but soon look away when they see who is near the noise. She turns on him, “He had his fun.” his voice purrs slightly as he watches her irises expand. He knows her reactions to everything that he says, does and how her body will respond when she tries to stay in control.

 

“He will have his fun.” He whispers the words low forcing her to focuses on his lip move as she feels him pick out bits and piece from her mind from their past time’s together bringing them to the surface and enjoying the look of lust in her eyes as her face darkens. She walks away to join group of other young

girls listening to Thor’s boasting with glee and laughing as he goes into great detail of taking down the enemy.

He watches her as she rubs her hand around her neck and takes deep breaths to stay calm, grabbing another goblet of Mead to help and distract herself. He smirks, but leaves her alone for the moment knowing that later they can continue their little banter.

 

He walks around the edge of the room watching the people and talking to those that stop him to ask of his exploits in the battle. He would oblige them only long enough to make it appear that he enjoyed their company. By the time the party died down Thor had already retired to his room leaving behind his friends passed out and a few in drunken song. He had retired to his room far before Thor to relax and read over some books he had taken from the library of the Dwarves land.

He is leaning back in the chair before the fireplace of his room reading intently when a soft knock at the door interrupts him. He chooses to encore it, but it comes a little more forceful, forcing him to snap the book close and investigate who dares to disturbed him. With his hand on the handle, he pauses briefly to touch the persons mind, jerking the door open he pulls them in by their arm forcing them off their balance.

 

The force of him pulling her in and her trying to keep from falling she had spun around to collide into his chest, griping at his soft grey shirt. She looks up into his blue eyes; his smiling face, she shoves away to put space between them. “You could have warned me.” She snaps, but she knew it did little good for he did whatever he wanted. He spreads his arms in mock triumph, “Where would the fun be in that?” he is taunting her, daring her to say something in retribution. She turns her back to him, catching sight of the book resting on the table next to his chair before the fireplace. “You always find time to search for what you want.” She says walking over to picks the book up looking at him, judging his reactions, but like always he is a blank slate. She can never read him, never know what he is thinking and he knows her inside and out.

 

Placing the book back on the table she glances behind him at the door, “No one will bother me at this late of night.” He says in a low tone full of lust done poorly to send her nerves on over dive. She wraps her arms around her as a shield while turning away to look into the fire as if that alone will help to temper the fire starting to burn in her. “At least not until dawn.” Her head snaps up, nearly colliding with his chin. She never heard him move, then again she never dose. His hand find’s its purchase on the back of her neck while the other tilts her head back for easier access to her lips. The moment he touches her she losses all control, her shield is no more as he rips it away with one touch. The fire becomes an inferno and all she can do is hold on for dear life as her sanity is assaulted until she knows not if she can still keep a grasps on it.

 

She allows herself to fall back on the cool sheets of his bed as he leans over her kissing from her jaw line down her neck and across her collar bone removing the tie to the front her dress to shove it away while pulling back to watch her exposed skin flush. He sits up on his knees to remove his shirt, feeling her hands move from his waist up his stomach and spreading across his chest feeling his hearts slowly

growing pace under her fingers. He throws the shirt in the floor while leaning back down to kiss her hard and demanding. She responds in kind with a moan that he swallows with a smile.

 

In her desperation to cool the growing fire her dress finds purchase on the floor leaving her bare to his scrutiny. A single finger runs up her side all the way to her face where the rest join to rest near her dark lustful eyes. He smirks watching the war in her own head that she always losses in the end. “Let it all go.” He orders her and he watches her control break. His leather pants find a home in the floor leaving nothing between them other than bare flesh and instinct. He plays around in her head as he watches her through heavy leaded eyes move from fisting the sheets and gripping onto him to keep from slipping away. He leans down to her ear whispering a spell that is used more for compulsion than control, but with her devotion to him the compulsion becomes controlling.

 

A fact not lost on him, a fact that he noticed and learned while they were children playing their games of mock battles and fantasy of grandeur. She had been on the receiving end of many of his tricks and it only caused her to move closer instead of farther. Their first time together he let himself enjoy it without control, without care because she had handed herself to him on a silver platter. A gift he was not gone to turn away for she was useful in more ways than one. He looks down to see her watching him intently with slightly lidded eyes asking in her silence what he was thinking.

 

He delivers deeper into her mind as he fills her to watch what plays out in her mind, like so many times before she leaves herself open for his exploration. Her body and mind welcome him and he plunges forward not asking any questions. He leaves her mind to enjoy the ecstasy her body gives to his with her hands gripping purchase on his biceps, breast pressed into his chest as she gasps his name between catching her breath and keeping her vocalization to a minimum. He switches between kissing and nipping at her collar bone sending shivers down her spine as she arches from pure pleasure.

 

He rest a hand on the small of her back puller her close as he delivers as deep as he can racking her body with more pleasure. She in turn wraps her arms around his neck to keep from falling as she reaches her release pulling him along behind her. They remain locked together enjoying the wake of ecstasy before separating to just lie on the bed enjoying the afterglow.

 

Her eyes are closed with her hands resting just below her breast not wanting to see him, just feeling the warmth of his body next to her and indulge in his scent that permeates the sheets. She knows that she will have to leave soon because neither one want’s it to be publicly known what they do/have done. She sits up to leave but he pulls her back down wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her back to his chest. “Did I not say the Trickster will have his fun.” He says the words in her ear while messaging a breast and nipping at her ear lode listening to her breath hitch knowing that she is biting her bottom lip to control her tongue.