They both gasped as the cold hit them, knocking the air from their lungs as though they'd unwittingly stepped into a vacuum. They may well have, Loki mused, as they took a first step across the frozen ground. After all he'd put considerable effort into destroying this world – perhaps he'd succeeded. Thor's noble efforts meant no one knew, though Loki had heard rumours that the frost giants had indeed survived, moving to the other side of their world and away from the damage he'd wreaked. Loki swallowed away the sick, sinking feeling, and turned to look at Amora.

Never in her life had she felt so self conscious. That they were here, the place he was born, the place, she supposed, was responsible for all the hell his tortured soul had unleashed...it spoke volumes, but about what, she wasn't sure. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked up, and instinctively reached for Loki's hand when she saw the look on his face. Vulnerable and even paler than normal, she began to understand his insistence that they steal away to this place. Barely two days after they had been reunited, Loki came to her with his plan. They would leave the city, sneaking deep into the forest. They would summon every ounce of magic, natural and otherwise, that they had within them – this natural magic, Loki had found, was good for more than just keeping his brother happy. Working in harmony with the universe made moving within it that much easier.

Everything happened so quickly that Amora had barely thought about it, and the significance of the gesture was only just dawning on her now. It was a final apology for his betrayal, the last piece of his pained past that he had yet to expose. She squeezed his hand, and his face relaxed a little. Forgiveness was never an issue for either of them and so, perhaps, she thought that in bringing her he was opening up more than he ever could with words.

Dragging herself from her reverie, she looked around curiously, and Loki did the same. An expanse of frozen blue ice and navy sky stretched out beyond them. Crags of ice jutted up, and vast caverns fell into black depths. It was an utterly desolate tundra, beautiful in its stark, cold brutality. Words escaped her, however. What did Loki want to hear? He certainly hadn't brought her here to marvel at the scenery.

Loki was feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Being here, thoughts of his past were hard to ignore. Thoughts of his father- his real father, and his mother, were swimming in his mind. Was she alive? How ashamed of her son would she be now...Loki cut his thoughts short. As if she'd read his mind, Amora spoke into the icy darkness.

"They are not your family, Loki. They did not make you who you are. You would have died were it not for your real family."

He admired the simplicity of this sentiment. Neither fully believed that he should disregard the significance of his origins, yet they both knew that it was the only way he would ever achieve piece, and so, in that respect, it was the best way.

"You have a father, a mother and a brother who love you. You do not need to torment yourself by dwelling on the actions of a tortured soul to make them love you." She took his other hand, and looked into his eyes. "Or me" she added, before leaning in to meet his icy lips with hers.

He smiled against her kiss and pulled away ever so slightly. "Am I a tortured soul, Amora?" He asked, playfully.

Smiling back at him, she leaned her forehead against Loki's, their lips still almost touching, and breathed "Oh I think so, my love. Let me ease your pain"

Loki's hands were on her hips, about to pull her closer, when suddenly he looked up. Turning away to follow his gaze, Amora saw the lights flash and sweep across the sky. More colourful than those of Asgard - blue, white green, pink, orange, they were brighter and stronger than she had ever thought was possible. Loki's hands were still on her hips as he held her close, keeping warm as they watched the incredible display.

"I used to love these as a child" Loki whispered into her ear. "I thought it must be one of the most beautiful sights in all the worlds." She turned back to face him as his piercing eyes smiled down at her. Their kiss was cold to begin with- icy lips colliding in desire, but soon there was heat between them, the cold no longer pricking their skin as they held one another close.

Nearby, there was a low structure, possibly the raised floor of an old building, but whether made of ice or stone neither knew. It would likely be as cold either way, so as Amora led Loki towards it, he removed his outer jacket to cover it. Throwing the cloth down, he used both hands to pull Amora close, crushing their lips together and allowing a raggedy, passionate breath to escape. His desire was powerful, Amora thought as he dug his fingers into her hips, grinding her against him, teeth gently nipping her lips. At one point his fingers dug a little too hard, and Amora squeaked, and jerked away a little. Loki immediately pulled away, looking concerned and apologetic once more.

"Perhaps this place brings out a little of your...hidden nature" Amora grinned, excitement rising up inside her as she remembered how it had been when he'd changed into his real body. She stroked her hands up his chest, and his eyes darkened as he remembered too.

"What are you suggesting?" Loki growled.

She knew she ought to tread carefully, but wanted it too much to be subtle. Seeing his face darkening with desire, Amora reached up to touch his forehead, pressing her body against him as she did so. He closed his eyes as she traced two straight lines down from his hairline, and the half circles above his eyes. She had remembered every marking perfectly, and he shivered at her touch. When Amora began to stroke her hand down the front of his neck, the lines rose up from his skin as though she were drawing them, the blue spreading from them like spilled in. Her stomach leapt at the wonderful sight, and when she looked back up at him it was into burning red eyes.

Barely any time passed between their eyes connecting and Loki pulling her into a passionate, desperate and raw kiss, and even less time between that and their clothes disappearing with a wave of his hand. Amora waved her own hand almost simultaneously, and a transparent dome encircled them in warmth. Loki pulled away, smiling and she remembered how hot he'd been in this form on Asgard. She raised her hand again to lift the spell, but he stopped her by taking hold of her arms and pushing her down, somewhat roughly, onto his jacket.

Immediately he was on top of her, stroking, squeezing her breasts, biting and kissing her neck, his other hand tracing its way down her body, sending shocks down her spine. He had pinned her there, and unable to do anything to him, she was enchanted by the contrast between them, and the striking beauty of his skin. She entwined her fingers in his hair, forcing his head away from her neck and up to her lips, and kissed him, just as his hand found what it had been looking for. Sliding his middle finger over her clit and then downwards, tingles of pleasure spread up her body and down her thighs. As Amora moaned, arching her back and pushing her hips forward, Loki's instincts seemed to kick in, and he moved his hand away. Pinning her down with one hard, cold hand, he used the other to guide his cock inside her.

A long gasp escaped Amora as he slowly pushed himself into her. A sharp intake of breath, as rather than thrust, he carefully rotated his hips, setting her on fire as she felt him fill her completely. Looking into his eyes she saw more than just the raw lust of last time. There was also warmth, love and rather than feel she was playing with danger, Amora felt utterly safe. Loki lowered his head to kiss and bite at her neck, pressing his strong, cold body against hers. The incredible sensations brought on by his icy body came back. Her nipples were hard against his skin, and every time he moved they sent sparks down towards her stomach.

The aurora still danced across the sky, lights and colours flashing in her eyes, almost hypnotising her and focusing her mind – pushing every other thought from it but the feeling of the icy God fucking her, loving her gently yet powerfully. The slow circling was becoming agonisingly pleasurable for them both. Loki let go of Amora's arm, and pulled her legs up to wrap around his hips, causing them both to cry out as Loki's cock pushed deeper inside her. He paused for a moment, red eyes flickering closed, before resting his forehead against hers and circling his hips once again. The feeling slowly built up from the very depths of her body, primal and unintelligible, on the brink of losing control.

Loki had been forcing himself to stay in control. He'd found that there was more of it in this form – perhaps the cold helped. But it was melting away as he felt himself draw closer. Breath was coming in short gasps, his arms were shaking, and his entire body felt as though it was burning. He could feel Amora's muscles around him, tensing like they did before she reached orgasm. It would be the first time he'd made her come just from fucking, and it was something he was desperate to give her. He pushed the melting feeling from his mind, and kept up his rhythm, until her eyes were tight shut in pleasure and she began to cry out, her hips bucking up towards him and her hands digging into his arms. As she tensed around him, Loki felt his body take over, orgasm spreading through him, stronger and harder than he'd ever known, wave after wave of pleasure until his entire body was utterly spent.