Hello! This is the sequel for "The King of Mischief and his Queen!" i hope to have a plot as i go along here, but i will try to write more later!

disclaimer: don't own anyone except my oc!

warning: Language and sexy times (like 'hold onto something' kind of sexy!)

Chapter 1: Laughs and sexy times

It had been a week since our wedding and I and my sister-in-law Jane were immortal queens of Asgard. My name: Amanda Clara St- no, Odinson, my friends call me Mandy, queen of Asgard and wife of Loki, god of mischief, lies, fire, and when we are in bed, SEX! That man was an animal when we would constantly consummate the marriage, and he was literally 'godlike in bed', as Jane herself had put it. I and Loki were in the feasting hall eating breakfast, waiting for Thor and Jane to get their butts over to the table. I and Loki were snickering to ourselves as we remembered how Thor would be in bed, in the form of Thunder and lightning crackling about. They thought we didn't notice, but we sure as hell did! When they finally entered, me and Loki were trying to hide those knowing grins on our faces from last night, when Thor proved once again to be, ahem, 'thunderous in bed', as I had put it during our bachelorette party on earth. They noticed us snickering a little, giving us confused faces. "What's so funny, Mandy?" Jane asked. "Oh, nothing." I said trying to keep from laughing. "Something is obviously funny, sister. Tell us." Thor said while Loki's face was turning red and I could tell he was biting his lip too hard to keep from laughing. "Jane…" a laugh was close to spluttering out. "Remember back on earth for our bachelor party when…" Loki was still biting his lip as Jane quirked an eyebrow. "I mentioned that Thor would be 'thunderous in bed…'" I was very close to laughing. "Yeah…" her eyes widened in realization of what I was trying to say. "OH, SHIT! You guys heard it?!" she asked burying her face in her hands. "The first time we heard it, was right after we consummated the marriage, which I have to say, you are right, Loki is 'godlike in bed….'" Loki smiled in pride as I said this while laughing too hard. "And it went on after that…" I finished as Thor was rubbing the back of his head, obviously embarrassed that we could hear his thunder after our love making. We finished while talking about some topics on the table, and I brought up that we would need to have a honeymoon somewhere, but we will need someone to watch the kingdom. "How about one couple goes for one week, then after that week is done, the other couple go, it's simple as that." I suggested, with the others agreeing with me. After breakfast, me and Loki started heading back to our bedchambers, when he started feeling 'frisky' and picked me up bridal style and kicked the doors open, and when he dropped me on the bed, bouncing a little bit, he used his magic to close the doors shut, allowing us to have our privacy.

"Couldn't wait, could you honey?" I asked. "No, my love, I couldn't." he said as he made his top half disappear, giving me some serious post wedding kisses that reminded me about our wedding night. I moaned, already getting myself blissful as I opened the front of his pants a little, putting my hand in there to grasp his 'god-like' body part, making him moan in the process and looked at me wickedly. "You naughty, naughty wife of mine, for that little act, you will be punished." He said as he put his hands to the front of my pajama shirt with the buttons. "I hope you weren't needing this shirt." He said with that sexy wicked look in his eyes. "Why?" I asked confused. He just smirked as he ripped my shirt open, with the buttons popping off, and threw it across the room, attacking my breasts. I hoped that no one could hear me moaning and screaming as he was 'punishing me' for grasping his member. "Oh, god!" I screamed as he continued with his 'punishment' on my chest, making me a whole lot more wet than I would ever imagine. He just continued down my chest, placing kisses on my stomach, taking his time with it, as he someday wanted to have a baby with me. When he got to the waistline of my pajama pants, he slid his hand under my underwear and put a finger inside me, testing how wet I was, and lord almighty I was wet! "Hmm, perfect, just the right amount of wetness, my wife." He said huskily as he took my pants and underwear off and started fingering me. I nearly came off the bed, but he held me firm and open on the bed with his hands on my thighs, putting his 'silver tongue' to use. Yes sir, the marriage bed was still red hot, even though it had been a week since we got married. I was grabbing at the pillow, holding on for dear life as he continued eating me out. When I came, Loki was crawling on top of me, having that smirk that said 'I win.' I rolled him over and shoved his pants off of him and threw them across the room where my shirt was, and I ended up being on top of him, kissing every inch of his chest and belly, including his nipples, until I got to his hard and wet member. "What are you doing?" he croaked as I licked and kissed the shape of him. "Making you feel what I feel when you do that to me." I smirked as I took him in. what he didn't know was that I was a little nervous about doing this sort of thing, but for some reason, I felt confident in what I was doing. As I continued suckling on him, I knew he was grabbing at my hair, trying to hold on to something, that little thing I took as to meaning that I was doing good for a very first time. He thrusted himself in my mouth after a while and when he came, I was on top of him after swallowing his seed and gave him that same smirk that said 'I win.' He rolled over and was on top of me, pulling my legs apart and thrusted into me, pistoning in and out of me, until I was screaming, moaning and calling his name nonstop, and I personally hoped that no one could hear us while we were doing this though. When we came harmoniously, we just snuggled in bed for most of the morning.

We were in the giant bathtub washing each other; of course I was behind him in the bathtub, with his head resting comfortably on top of my breasts as I was rubbing his shoulders a little, straddling his waist from behind. "You are 'godlike in bed', no doubt about that, sweetheart." I said laughing as I knew he was smiling in pride, happy that I was with him and him only. "Oh, I know, my rose, I know. I'm still happy that you married me." He said with that adorable smile of his. I kissed the top of his head as I had my hands around his torso, smoothing up and down on his skin, kissing the side of his face. "I'm happy too. I wonder how Pepper and them are doing?" I asked. "I'm sure they are doing splendidly, I hope to teach our niece some arts of mischief." He said with that playful smirk. "Yeah, do that and Tony might have a reason to try and blast your ass should she start doing pranks later on in life!" I said laughing in the tub. "But I am a lover, not a fighter." He said doing that little puppy dog pout that I honestly think is a more hideous instrument of torture than the penance stare! "Will you stop doing that pout?!" I asked playfully smacking him on his shoulder. "Why? You like my pout." He said still doing that torturous look on his face. The last time he did that was maybe 3 days after the wedding and I was going somewhere with Jane, and I wanted to bring some flowers to Pepper for sprucing up the tower, Loki came up to me saying that after I got back, he had something to show me, but I said that I would probably be tired by then, so he did the puppy dog stare while Jane was looking on laughing at me. I eventually said that I would try to get back still ready to go, while my husband kissed me, and he thought that I didn't know about his fist-pump of victory, but I did, so I let that slide. What he showed me was quite delightful and I gave him some appreciation sex, and he was smiling like an idiot at dinnertime. I winked at Jane, who snickered, knowing what happened. We got out of the tub, putting some clothes on, waiting to find out which couple was going first for the honeymoon.

We had dinner and there was a lot of food, which I was slowly getting used to, and Jane and Thor decided to go first with their honeymoon, leaving me and Loki to stay and run things at the palace. I found out that they planned on going to a beach on earth to try and kind of relax for a little bit and enjoy each other's company. As we continued eating, Volstagg was talking about a battle that had happened while he was helping Thor with negotiations for trading with another realm. Loki was next to me, smoothing his fingers up my thigh and getting to my center, where he was just lingering there. I swatted at him, trying to get him to behave. "Will you not do that at the table?! We just had sex today, sheesh you are insatiable!" I said trying to get his hand away from me. "I'm only insatiable around you, my queen." He said bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing my wedding band. "Keep that up and I might torture you at the dinner table." I said playfully threatening him. He quirked up an eyebrow and put my hand to his crotch, daring me to 'play with him' at the table, so using one hand to open him up, I freed him, stroking my fingers from the base to the tip of his member, making him twitch a little as he was trying to eat. "What's wrong, sweetie? The food too hot for you?" I asked innocently as I continued to stroke him, with Thor and Jane looking on, knowing that our marriage bed was more uncontrollably passionate than theirs, and not saying a single word about it. I got even further with my 'playing with him' by tapping my finger onto the tip of his cock, making him nearly spit out his mead, covering it up with a cough saying it went down the wrong pipe. He glared at me and I just gave him an innocent look. "What? I didn't do that." I said nearly having a laugh spurt out of me at the table. I got even further, cupping every part of him that belonged to me. "I think me and my wife will retire for the night." Loki said getting himself back in his pants and escorting me to the halls towards our bedchambers. When we got far away enough, to where there were no guards he shoved me against the wall, kissing every part of me getting to the center of my heat and putting a finger inside me. "You will pay for torturing me at the feast." He said hiking my dress to my waist. "You were the one who put my hand on your crotch, not the other way around." I said obviously aroused as he kneeled, taking my underwear off and spearing his silver tongue inside me, nearly making me scream right there. "Shh, you don't want anyone to hear, do you?" he asked devilishly. "Let's take this to our room you crazy, horny man!" I said.

After a round of consummation, we were just wrapped around each other, whispering some nothings. "You really are a god of sex, you know that?" I asked, pressing a kiss to where his heart was, which I could tell was beating faster than the speed of sound. "Yes, but only around you, my beloved." He said kissing my nose, inducing a giggle from me. "If we went to our honeymoon, where do you think we might be going, if I may ask?" I asked him. "Hmm, we might go back to earth to see everyone, find out how they are doing, or we might be someplace more private. Like a meadow that's faraway, seeing the stars and animals of Asgard, and who knows, I might have my way with you, devouring that honey and spice, pleasuring you to where you won't think of leaving me." He said kissing my neck. "You know I won't leave you, right? I made a vow to stay with you, through good times and bad, and I am obeying those vows, no matter what people would say." I said hoping that he would know that I wouldn't be leaving him at all. Apparently, he was happy with my response because he was French kissing me, this time tender and sweet, even loving. "Thank you, for staying with me, even though we've been married for a week." He said moving to my neck. "That week was met with nothing but your love for me, and trust me, I know that you love me like crazy!" I said recalling those memories where we would 'make love' with each other while he laughed, moving to my chest. Eventually, we slept in each other's arms, with me nuzzling his chest with my nose, taking in his scent, my husband's scent, which smelled like mint, pomegranates, and roses. I felt happy that I was with him, knowing that he would always love me, he might be a lover, not really a fighter, but he was my lover and fighter.

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