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Anthem of the Lost

Relief turned to Stone

Chapter Eight

(Previously:

"I'm sorry." She breathed, a soft sob escaping as tears trail down her face.

Shock took over him. This wasn't right, this wasn't how the memory had gone.

"Lok-" She choked, a strange guttural sound that was ripped from her throat, silencing her.

Loki's brow furrowed, finally using his superior strength, he forced her back from him, looking into those soft amber eyes and he understood.

This can't be possible... She was here.. His Jane... was here.

-x-

"I di-n't say it." Jane hiccuped, shaking her head. "I didn't say your name, I ca-n't. F- Frigga put a s- spell-" Her sobs wracked her small frame and Loki found his arms circling her, pulling her firmly against his chest as he tried to understand how she had come to be with him. He understood what she had said of his mother. Frigga bound her from saying his name, so how-

Norns curse him. He'd been so concerned that Jane would call to him and he would be forced to drag her here, he did not think of his own self calling to her. He grit his teeth for a moment, cursing his lack of strength and for bringing her here.

Loki kissed her temple. "You are not to blame, my Jane, my short comings brought you here. I should have considered that you might feel the same compulsion when I spoke your name. Forgive my not foreseeing this." He said softly, stroking her back gently.

"N- no. I'm glad. I can actually see you this time. You're here!" She sobbed, squeezing him tightly.

Loki couldn't deny the relief he felt that accompanied her presense, though also a soft stab of guilt. He had meant to hide her sight of him in the previous meetings, but only to try and distance her from his pain. He did not think that it would cause her further distress.

Loki didn't speak for a time, simply held her to him, stroking her back and hair soothingly, planting soft kisses until she calmed.

Jane sniffled, mumbling. "Um.."

"Hmm?" He hummed into her hair.

"I think... I'm naked." Loki could hear the embarrassment in her voice and couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"I do believe you are wear one last piece of clothing."

"But you're naked..." She looked up at him, her face burning a light shade of pink.

"How very observant, my Jane." Loki smiled.

Jane gave him a mock glare, though she smiled nervously before she braced her hands on his bare shoulders and lifted herself to view their setting.

"Hold on a second! This is in the back at my lab!" She paused a moment before a large grin spread over her lips. "You were dreaming-"

"And if I was," Loki cleared his throat, feeling a warmth spread under his skin, all too aware that her position brought her breasts flush against him. Damn his own wandering dreams. "it would not have ended any differently. Even in a dream I would not take advantage of one in such a way."

Jane was still grinning, grinning even wider maybe at his growing reddening face. "No, you would never." She giggled before it was cut short by a squeak as she tried to lower herself back into his lap, her behind falling on his throbbing member. He barely suppressed a groan, though it was made easier with that lovable beet red flush that colored her face instantly as she threw herself back to his chest.

Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest again, her arms around his torso with her head looking over his shoulder while her legs braced on either sides of his hips. Loki chuckled at her nervousness. "Fear not, my Jane. I would not force you anymore than I would in my waking hours, which is not at all."

He felt her curt nod, even as her skin heated against his. The sensation was nearly maddening. Trying to relieve an ache that was beginning to settle in his back, he shifted. A soft gasp came from beside his ear as his movement jostled Jane against him, brushing his chest against her sensitive breasts.

Of its own accord, his hand moved to her breast, smoothing over her nipple before lightly drawing the blunt of his nail over it, eliciting a soft moan in response.

It took Loki a mere moment to realize himself and tear himself from Jane's hold, pushing himself from the couch and moving to the other end of the room. He pressed the palms of his hands over his eyes. Foolish, that is what he was. He couldn't do this, not here. Not now. He would endanger Jane, too much would be lost, too much would be seen.

"Lok-" Jane choked. Loki didn't look back at her, he couldn't. He wouldn't be able to stop, and he couldn't do that to her. Not here, not now.

The couch creaked as Jane stood, slowly crossing the room stand behind him. He felt the warmth of her hand hovering over his back, but it slowly withdrew.

"What did I do wrong?" Jane whispered, her voice quivering softly.

Loki turned abruptly, taking in her wounded expression and dejected demeanor, instantly wishing to comfort her, to hold her but knowing he shouldn't. "Nothing, my Jane. You have never done me wrong."

"The- then why-" She choked, trying to keep back a sob as her eyes began to tear.

Not wanting to cause any further tears, he pulled Jane into his arms against his better judgment. "This is not how I want to take you." He murmurs into her hair. "No matter how I so desperately want to."

She looked up into his eyes before pulling him down slightly and kissing him, sweetly, slowly, before breaking their kiss.

"I want you, Lok-" She chokes trying to desperately to speak his name and he realizes, he desperately wishes to hear it fall from her lips. " I need you." She whispers softly, pleadingly.

Loki shakes his head, urging her to understand. "It's not safe. I would endanger you, I already have by bring-" Her lips captured his mid-sentence, kissing him roughly as her hands move to clutch his sides, nails digging into his flesh.

"I need you." She breathes against his lips before recapturing them again, taking advantage of his breath for air to press her tongue past his mouth. Loki's resolve was fading quickly, he didn't want to fight her, he needed her just as much as she needed him. Nevertheless, he tries once more, to push her away, but his body seems to have no strength against her onslaught.

He kisses her hard as his tongue moves in a passionate dance with hers. His arms wrap around her waist tightly as her arms circle around his back, her nails dragging against his flesh. He presses forward, ushering Jane to step back a few paces until she is on the couch once more with Loki's leg forcing hers apart.

That strange possessiveness dawns him once again and a low growl rumbles from his throat as he bends his head to Jane's neck. She gasps and moans as he nips and scratches the junction of her neck and shoulder with his teeth. His hand moves to cup her breast, rolling one sensitive nipple. His other hand grazes down her chest, down her stomach, finding her undergarments. His fingers find the cloth wet, soaked with her excitement and he finds his mouth watering at the thought of her taste. He wants her. He needs to bury himself deep inside her, right now, but he will not hurt her so.

Jane pulls his mouth's attentions from her neck to her lips, exchanging hot wet kisses between soft whimpers and moans. She writhes beneath him as he pushes aside the fabric to slick his fingers at her entrance. Loki inserts one finger easily before her core tightens around it, pulling a growl of approval from him. Slowly, he retracts his finger before pressing inside her once more, working her walls to relax before easing another finger inside her.

Jane breaks their kiss, unable to catch her breath as he stretches her in preparation for him. Loki finds his control slipping when his mouth moves to her shoulder once more, his body urging him to bite that soft flesh, to mark her as his own so all would know that she is his and his alone.

His teeth drag over her flesh before he forces himself back from the temptation, flicking his tongue over his teeth in hopes of forcing back the urge. Strangely, instead of finding his straight, blunt teeth, he finds them sharpened slightly, no longer flat and even.

Before he can fully try to process this fact, Jane whimpers, a pleading sound as she tries to ride his stilled fingers. Something within him snaps, her actions too much for the rein on his control. He tears his fingers from her, which were met with a cry of need, of desperation.

Forcing her legs apart, Loki settles himself between them, pushing aside the cloth prohibiting his entrance of her, too fraught to remove them or rip them from her. With one quick stroke, he surged inside her, making her scream in pleasurable agony.

She clamped around him, so hot and tight it was nearly painful. Jane was breathing heavily and Loki tried to keep himself still within her, to allow her to adjust. Jane was no virgin, but from this reaction? It had indeed been a long while. Loki found himself glad with that realization. No other would lay a hand on his Jane now. She was his and his alone.

Jane grabbed his bicep, which was braced beside her. Through hooded eyes she stared up at him, panting heavily, as if she were beyond words. But her eyes said everything and more, she wanted him, needed him to move.

Loki began to move, slowly within her, gently even. Jane mewled beneath him, one hand fisted in the sheets as the other still gripped his arm tightly. Her hot breath fell on his face as he leaned down and captured her lips, kissing her thoroughly.

Jane's hips lifted, pressing them closer together and taking him deeper inside her. Loki didn't even try to stop the growl that rose from his throat as he released her lips. His thrusts became rough, more urgent and wild, his teeth aching to bury into the soft flesh of her shoulder.

His eyes held hers, filled with raw carnal desire, as her moans rose and mixed with his from behind gritted teeth. Jane's arms circled his neck, nails digging into the flesh of his back with a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain.

Loki felt his release climbing ever closer and Jane was nearly over the edge. It was then that he noticed the strange blue encompassing the room. It was faded, bleak and filled him with a dark sense of foreboding. He moved to hold Jane closer, to protect her from whatever was to come, but where his hand should have met her tender flesh, instead met thin air.

Abruptly Loki turned his attention back to her. The color had seeped into her as well, it seemed as if Loki was the only one untouched. Her eyes darted around frantically from his hand, which glided through her side, to trying to find the cause of the distortion before she suddenly jumped with a yelp of surprise. Instantly she looked down at herself and smoothed her hands over her shoulder before another shriek was ripped from her and she slapped a hand between the juncture of her throat and shoulder. Her eyes jerked to his, wide and full of terror.

"T- tell me this is you." Her voice soft and trembling. "Please tell me this is you doing this!" She nearly screamed.

Loki could only look at her dumbfounded, he didn't understand. It was then that the blue began to fade slightly, causing his surroundings, and Jane, to slowly vanish. He snapped from his stupor then, trying desperately to take her by the shoulders.

"Jane. Jane! Listen to me! Tell me what is happening!" He yelled, trying to get through to her past her panic.

Breathing quickly. "Hands.. m- mouth.. t- touching me." She sobbed. "You're disappearing! Don't! Don't go please!" She screamed, though it came muffled to his own ears as if she were moving farther away as well.

Before he could open his mouth, their small dream faded away at a faster pace. "Jane! I'm sor-" He choked.

Jane was gone. And he was left to the darkness once more.

"Oh no, not just the darkness." A dark chuckle surrounded him. "Quite the secret you've shared."

Suddenly, it felt as if Loki's blood had begun to boil. And so he did the only thing he could do.

Scream.

-x-

Jane was jolted awake, those hands moving from her shoulders to her breasts. Screaming, she pushed against the large shirtless figure above her. Finding that to be futile, she tried to work her hands between the mouth latch onto her throat. Somehow she managed to shove him away and was met with heated olive eyes and a soft chuckle.

"He was telling the truth, quite ferocious." The man spoke with a small crooked smile on his lips as long blonde tipped strands of hair fell against her skin. She wanted to shave his head.

"Get off me." She poured every ounce of anger she could into those words.

The man bowed his head as his shoulders shook with laughter, giving Jane an eyeful of brown rooted hair. "Not even going to inquire my name? Such poor manners." He tsked, looking back up at her.

"Manners!?" Jane snapped. "Says the man that won't get off me!" She was screaming again, shoving, scratching and thrashing against him, trying desperately to be freed. Her elbow connected with the side of his face with an agonizing crack and she yelped in pain, cradling her arm to her chest, finding her overcoat and tunic gone and was left with only her black shirt.

A deep sigh and the man shifted to the side, laying beside her. "Now was that really necessary?"

Jane bolted off the bed the second he moved, taking a quick look of her surroundings. Walls of wood covered in ivy and leaves, two windows and- Thank god! Jane rushed to the door, throwing it open and running through as a hand caught her arm in an iron grip.

With a scream, she frantically searched for some way to free herself. Her dagger was gone, so she did the only other thing she could think of. She grabbed for the heavy metal pendant Frigga had given her as they left, intending to stab him with the triangular underside, but the piece slid out from the central knots and revealed a short knife.

Before she knew what she was thinking, she turned the blade and stabbed the hand gripping her arm and pulling her back. Her attacker yelled and released her and she was gone, leaving the knife behind.

This new room was much the same as the first and Jane made a beeline for the door, yanking it open with one foot out the door before a bloodied arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back inside.

The door made a resounding thud as it closed behind her. She fought, scratching and clawing at the man's arm trying to remove it. His other arm came around to steady her thrashing head by grabbing her jaw.

He bent his lips to her ear, long hair tickling her skin. She wanted so badly to cut it from his head. Scratch that, just take off his pretty little head and solve the problem.

"Now is this any way to treat your host? After I was so hospitable." The man tsked, though it sounded more like a growl as he pressed his hips forward, grinding against her backside, letting her feel his arousal.

Jane didn't respond other than stiffening, much to her own amazement. She swallowed thickly before speaking. "Get the hell off of me." Thankfully her voice came out strong.

"Why would I ever do that?" He questioned before nipping at her ear. "Loki and I have no qualms about sharing out women."

Something within her snapped, she jabbed her fingers into the open wound on his hand. He hissed, tightening his grip on her to the point of pain and she gasped. He released her jaw and wrenched her fingers from his hand, breathing heavily. He turned her roughly in his arms to face him, caging her against his chest.

A large grin on his face, he turns back to her. "Mm, a violent one too. This will be fun." He purred as a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

Jane found herself smiling too as she glared. "I think so."

The words were barely past her lips before there was a blur of red and her attacker was thrown from her. She watched with a sick sense of humor as he flew to the other side of the room with a satisfying crash before falling to the floor surrounded by broken belongings.

Thor stood in front of her, hammer fisted in his hand. He was angry, that much was obvious. Thor strode across the room as the man slowly got to his feet with obvious discomfort. Thor took him by the throat, shoving him against the wall with enough force to crack the wood.

"Is this your idea of protection, Keir?" Thor bellowed, shaking the man ruthlessly. "To assault your charge?"

The man, Keir, laughed low before giving a perfect toothy smile. "I don't know what you mean, Thor. I was merely protecting the lady from harming her own self, getting injured in the process."

"Bullshit!" Jane yelled.

A moment later Mjolnir was smashed into those pearly white teeth and Keir was spitting out blood as he glared at the taller prince.

"Are we taking the word of a silly Midgardian over old friends now?" He spat.

"When Lady Jane is was so blatantly being assaulted, yes." Thor spoke before, turning his head a fraction without taking his eyes from Keir. "I would have you gather your things Lady Jane, so we may be on our way."

Jane nodded and stalked back into the room she woke up in. Spotting her overcoat on the floor, she picked it up, carefully laying it out over the tousled bed while she gathered her scattered belongings. Her pack was left by the door, her tunic thrown to the floor, and her holstered dagger was found thrown in the corner. Her dagger was put on immediately, but before she could put on her overcoat, she had to get that asshole's blood off her damn shirt.

She looked at her abdomen with a grimace, touching her fingers to the stained fabric, pulling them away to find them slicked with blood. Spying a water basin in the corner, she crossed to it, grabbing a shirt from the floor, assumably Keir's, and submerged it in the water before dabbing and swiping away the blood.

Even removing all she could there would still be an obvious stain on the black shirt. Keir's shirt was now a tinged pink and, out of spite, she threw it against an expensive looking vase, reveling in the sound of the shattering pottery.

"Lady Jane?" Thor called, his voice steely but concerned.

"I'm fine." She called back before picking up the basin with some difficulty and taking it into the other room. She smiled as Keir watched her.

"What are yo-"

"Redecorating." She cut him off as she threw that basin to the floor, watching bloodied water soak into the floor, creating a very nice stain. With that she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Keir cursing her to Hel before Thor silenced him.

Jane got her leather tunic on easily enough and then her overcoat with even less trouble. Slipping her pack onto her shoulders and putting on her boots, she turned to leave the room, but as she moved something skidded across the floor. Looking down she realized she had kicked the pendant's knife. Bending to pick it up, she found it too was slick with blood.

She grimaced. She wasn't a weapons expert, but even she knew she couldn't sheath it like that. With a quick look back that she hadn't forgotten anything, she turned on her heel and went back to Thor's.

Thor didn't turn to her, his eyes fixed on Keir as he seethed with anger. "I would hope all is in order, Lady Jane?"

"Almost." She chirped, happily as she stepped closer until she was beside Keir and held up the bloodied knife. "Something has been annoying me that needs fixed before we can go.

"Lady J-" Thor was cut short as Keir began to struggle again. In his struggles, Jane easily caught his long brown to blonde locks in her grip, slicing through them easily. Keir froze, his eyes wide with shock as the first strands fell. He didn't move again until she took hold of a larger portion of hair.

"You filthy-" As Jane cut away the tresses of hair, Keir made a grab for her but was intercepted by Thor who struck his arm with a sickening crack of bone. Keir cried out in pain before Thor's hammer fell, knocking him unconscious.

Thor released the smaller man, letting him fall limply to the floor as he tried to steady his breathing. Watching Keir for a moment, Jane stepped forward, kneeling to finish her work or cutting off those sickening strands.

When she was finished, she cleaned the blade as best she could on Keir's trousers and stood. Thor was looking at her curiously and she shrugged, not willing to go into detail of what had happened.

"Ready when you are." She tried for normalcy, as if she hadn't just thrown the biggest tantrum of her life but felt she couldn't have failed worse. Still, Thor nodded.

"Then let us be going. I cannot imagine that you would wish to linger any longer than necessary."

"No, not really. I think I'd be happy to never visit this realm again for... forever." Jane answered.

"Alfheim is not so bad a place, this was my error and I am sorry. I put my trust in one who I should not have. I will not make the same mistake again."

"Yeah let's not." She swallowed thickly, afraid to ask but needing to know. "Did anyone know anything?"

To be continued...

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The early scene wasn't quite as... heated, as I saw it in my head, but still I'm satisfied with it.

And I know I said I wouldn't apologize for late posts and this one is SUUUUUUUUUUPER late, but I'm just seriously struggling at the moment and I'm not sure why. I have plenty more in mind for this fic and and abundances of scenes written out, but I'm just struggling for some reason. I've tried asking people to read what I have and give ideas, but they either don't have opinions or just really aren't into the whole Lokane thing. So yeah, hard times. x.x And that's not even getting into life. lol

But yeah, I'm not dead and I'm certainly not done with this fic, just majorly struggling. If anyone wants to try and help me out, feel free to PM me and we'll see what can happen.

Thank you guys for sticking with me! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter!