Chapter 19: Eternity is Not Forever

Over the course of the next several weeks, Thor indiscriminately desolated Frost Giant village after village, massacring all within his path. Loki's trick and Thor's immoral savagery would not go unpunished, soon the kingdoms of Svartalfheim and Niflheim joined the Frost Giants waging an all out war. A war unknown to the unsuspecting Asgardian Kingdom.

While Thor warred, his wife loved. She loved his brother with all her heart. They had spent every second together, laughing, loving, living a life worth living. Tonight they reclined on a fur rug in front of a fire, their nakedness gleaming from the flames. They had made love so many times this night they had lost track of their joining count.

Desdemona reclined on her side, propping her head on her elbow, and leaned over, draping her tits across Loki's chest. A cascade of hair fell around him. He smiled, reaching up to bind it behind her ear. "You have bewitched me."

She giggled. "No, God of Magic, it is you who has spellbound me."

Her good humor diminished and her pretty face took on a serious shade. "What happens when Thor returns?"

"Let us not worry about the future this night. We have eternity."

She fell upon his mouth, kissing him with untamed passion. No matter how many times he made her his, her thirst for his touch was never quite quenched. He suddenly flopped her on her back and thrust his cock deep inside her belly. She smiled. Just as she could not get enough of him, he could not get enough of her.

Still stuffed with his cream from their previous encounter, he slipped in and out of her with slick ease. The sound of their fluids sloshing inside her was music to his ears. Every since she had become his, he kept her filled with his essence. The friction of his thrusting cock warmed their fluids causing her tunnel to swelter. Soon, she was thrashing and begging him to fuck her faster, but being the mischievous god that he was, he continued fucking her to a slow, erotic pace.

Hours later, she gushed, her sap conjuring his own to spew. He did not immediately withdraw, instead he rendered a few more deep strides making sure to expel every ounce of himself inside her. He kissed her until he completely flagged and then rolled to her side. He encircled his arms around her waist, spooning her by pressing his hairless chest to her naked back. He nuzzled her neck from behind, smelling her hair and flesh, and now and then, sipping her. They laid like lovers, their voices stilled, their hearts speaking. It did feel like eternity as if this night would never end.

Loki woke shortly before dawn to a hard cock. It was like steel, trapped between Desdemona's cheeks. He ran his hands under her arms, cupping her breasts. His cock jerked, beckoning her to open her legs, but his hug-bug slept like a bug in a rug, not aware of his pleads.

Smiling a sly smile, he pried her folds apart, finding her still soaked from a few hours ago. He dipped his cock into the pool that dripped on her thigh as he moved her leg over. He slipped into her.

She woke to Loki thrusting tenderly in and out her. She sighed with lust. This was the perfect breakfast. When she arched, he grinned knowing she was awake and was eager to cum. He filled her request, taking her to climax shortly before his own.

Sated, they rested tangled in limbs, peering into each other's gaze.

Their romance was briefly lived. They found that eternity was not forever. Soon the realm learned of the massing war and Loki was sent off to battle at his brother's side. Day after day, he bloodied his hands, and at night, his heart bled for Desdemona. His dreams were of her tears as she bid him goodbye. She had not begged him to stay, but he could tell that every fiber in her body wanted to do so. She had worn a strong mask, keeping her head high as she waved him off to war. It was only after he was out of sight, that she fell to her knees and wept. Loki had been her strength and now that he was gone, she was strong no more.

Days turned into nights and weeks turned in months before the Asgardians were able to restore order to the nine realms. Finally peace was resurrected and the brothers rode home.

The gates were open, the people had gathered and cheered vibrantly, proud that their warriors had prevailed. Odin and Frigga formerly greeted the return of their victors. Of course, later on, in the privacy of the kingdom, Frigga would hug each and cry happy tears of relief that they had both returned home to her unscathed.

Loki tried to pretend to pay attention to Odin as he spoke, but his heart was slamming against his chest wall so loud that he could not hear him. His eyes scanned the crowd of nobles in search of Desdemona. When he did not see her, he could not contain himself. He impulsively, a trait he was not known for, interrupted his father, glancing to his mother. "Where is Desdemona?"

Frigga cocked her head, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, where is my bride?" Thor asked, bumping into Loki as he turned from his father.

Frigga glared at Loki a split second before turning to smile at Thor. "Let us go inside and there you will find her."

The trio headed inside the castle, slowly making their way through cheering crowd.

"Where is she? Why did she not come outside to greet us?" Thor asked.

"Patience son, you will see soon enough."

Loki sucked the side of his inner cheek into his back teeth, the suspense slaying him. Was she sick? Had something happened to her?

The answers to his questions came as soon as Frigga opened her bedchamber door. Desdemona reclined in the middle of the huge bed, her dainty hands rubbing a swollen belly. Pumpkin slept at her feet.

"A baby!" Loki squealed rushing to her side, where he dropped to his knees and collected her hand into his own.

Their eyes locked. She smiled, but her voice was faint, too faint. "Yes, a baby."

The couple paid no heed to Frigga or Thor. Frigga laced her fingers into a tight fist, her eyes glued to the couple's interaction with suspicion displayed upon her face. It should be Thor upon his knees, his face should be radiant, not Loki's.

Thor slapped Loki on the back. "Well, I'll be damned, brother, I am to be a father soon!"

Loki flinched. Desdemona tightened the grip of their embrace.

Thor glanced to his pregnant wife. "It is about time." He announced, grinning ear to ear. "I am off to celebrate my victory." He said in passing.

It was in this moment, after the initial shock began to fade, that Loki noticed the dark circles beneath Desdemona's eyes. Her usual vibrant complexion was now like sheets of ivory. She was sick.

Frigga jerked Loki to his feet. "Come away. Your sister-in-law" she said firmly, emphasising that she was not his, "needs to rest."

Loki nodded. He kissed Desdemona's hand and said with an encouraging smile. "Rest."

Once they reached the hallway, Loki inquired. "Is she ill?"

Frigga cast her eyes away like she was hiding a secret and replied in a sad tone. "No, she is just a weak mortal trying to bear a god's child."

Frigga walked away before Loki could ask anymore questions. Loki waited until Frigga was out of sight before slipping back inside Desdemona's room. He found her asleep and Lucy at her side. He tiptoed across the floor and sunk to his knees. Lucy placed a throw at his side knowing he was there to stay.

And so the frail mortal rested all day and night, until the next when she woke to a sharp pain that soon spread and flourished into agonizing contractions. The baby was coming too early. Not enough months had passed.

She lamented and wept as day turned into night with Loki pacing outside her door. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His gut roiled in knots. With each painful cry, he winced like a dagger had just speared his heart. She had suffered labor too long. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

Finally the door opened and Frigga emerged, her face pinched and eyes worried.

"Where is your brother?"

"He is at the tavern. He will not return until well after dawn."

She seemed relieved. "I know your secret. She calls for you. I have sworn the midwives to silence."

"I must go to her for she bears my heart." Loki started to rush forward only to be halted.

"Loki, there is something you must know. There is a reason I never took Desdemona to my heart. She is too petite to bear a god's child. I knew this day would come. She will not live to see another sun."

He stared at his mother's tearful eyes as realization reaped it sow. "No!" he yelped, shaking his head. It wasn't true. It could not be true. He had promised her eternity.

"I will grant you some time with her, but the child must be cut from her womb before it is too late."

" I will gift her the juice of the fire flower"

"Loki, there is but one drop. If you bestow Desdemona yours, you will be left with none and if you are ever mortally wounded..."

"I know this mother, but if Desdemona dies, she will leave in me a mortal wound that not even the juice of the fire flower can heal."

He fled toward his chamber, only to return a few minutes later to Desdemona's side. He found her paler than before, her cheeks raw from tears, lids heavy, and barely able to lift her head. He sat down on the bed beside her and pushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair behind her ear.

"My love, kiss me for I am fading fast." She whimpered.

He kissed her gently on the lips and whispered. "You cannot die for if you die, I die too. You are the breath of my life and so you must fight for the three of us."

She tried to smile, but a contraction lanced her gut. She dropped her head and lamented a gut wrenching cry. Chills shot up Loki's spine. He quickly withdrew a small vial that contained one single drop of healing magic and pour it upon her lips.

The pain too great, Desdemona did not notice the medicine seeping inside her mouth. She screamed a second time. The midwife ordered her to start pushing. Loki seized her hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks. She sobbed as she pushed and pushed. The agony lasted another hour until finally the midwife told her "One more push!" Loki wrapped his arm around her back, his other still holding her hand. Desdemona closed her eyes and pushed with the last of her strength. Finally, she expelled the infant and collapsed, breathless.

"Promise me that you will look after my child. After my mother passes on, there will be no one to show him love."

"You have my vow. I will love your child as I love his mother, but my love, you will not die this day."

Loki glanced down, tears of joy spilling from his eyes. He collected the cooing baby from the midwife and cuddled him to his chest. "I mean our child."

"What?" Desdemona eyes shot open, strength magically replenishing her vitality.

He leaned over and gently placed the dark-haired infant to Desdemona's chest. She closed her eyes giving thanks to God verbally, relief washing over her features. She opened her lids and smiled at Loki. "He has hair just like his father."

Loki kissed his son's forehead and then Desdemona's lips for this was the happiest moment in his life. He did not know it at the time, but his happy days were numbered.

Frigga entered. The first thing she noticed was a tiny head full of midnight hair born to a husband and wife of mounds of honey. She lifted her gaze into the bliss of the child's parents melting her frown in a smile. Together they cuddled their joy, the love shimmering radiant and undying.

Frigga motioned for the midwives to leave. She strolled over and kissed both Loki's and the baby's foreheads. Without a word, she collected Desdemona's hand and smiled. "You have given me a beautiful grandchild. I could not be any prouder. What is his name?"

"To his parents, he will be Loki. To the rest, he will be known as Arthur for my brother."

Afterwards, Frigga closed the door and sunk her back into it. She shut her eyes as a single tear seeped down her cheek. Thor would never know. He was too self involved to notice. The Midgardian would live a mortal's life. Her memory would be forever woven into Loki's soul. It would grow with her passing and fester into resentment against Thor. One day there would come a great reckoning between the two. Loki will be branded the bearer of it and no one but she and Loki will know the truth.

As promised, Desdemona, Arthur, and Pumpkin were soon reunited with their Midgardian kingdom. Claiming to embark on a quest to study magic and under a veil of illusion, Loki transformed himself into a mortal man, calling himself Merlin and lived among his family on Midgard. When Desdemona went to sleep in the arms of the angels, Loki watched over his child bestowing him unadulterated love and affection, teaching him to be a just and compassionate ruler. The child grew into a man and lived longer than any mortal ever had. Legend has it that King Arthur united the Lands of Alba and was the greatest king that ever lived. When he slept eternally, Loki knew sorrow like no god or mortal ever would. Of the two loves of his live, both were now in the sacred kingdom the mortals called Heaven, a land he would never know. Standing over their earthly tombs, he made a vow that he would never love again….and he remained true to his oath until the end of his days. Desdemona was and would forever be his eternal love.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

The End….

To the blocked person that repeatedly left guest comments that I did not approve, if my story was so awful, why did you continue to read 18 chapters? You have trolled this story for months constantly complaining. You are insane! All you had to do was stop reading! This story that you said no one was reading, has had a constant flow of readers. On A03 it has received near 500 kudos. I sincerely detest abasing myself to your level & bickering like a puerile child, but my patience has grown weary. Enough is enough! Grow up & stop bullying from behind your computer. I know who you are & a lesser person would stalk your fics leaving spiteful comments like you have plagued me, but I have not & will not as I have no inclination whatsoever to harass you. You have not evoked the feelings in me that you tried to conjure. I am not hurt. You have only made me laugh at your ridiculous, petty behavior. I hope you heal whatever is inside you that makes you lash out at the world. It is maniacs like you that evaporate the fun out of fandoms. Fanfic is just fiction. Stop taking it so serious!

Guest, aka same stalker, this "crappy fangirl fic" is listed in the Thor category because Thor is the movie this fanfic was adapted from. Thor is the movie category, not a section devoted to the character...SMH…

And as for the OCC ranting, I do not really get the reason for all the drama regarding my story. There are hundreds of fanfics where Thor and Loki commit absolutely heinous crimes upon one another as well as to others. You just pick and choose what you desire to read and not try to suppress others from their same freedom.

Thanks Cinnamon, Nina, and Soul for the reviews.

Sparklz - I do not have anything against Thor, in fact, I am a colossal Marvel fan. Just because I wrote Thor OOC does not mean that I harbor ill feelings toward his character. I like Loki, but I have also written other Loki fics where he is sadistic. It is just fiction.

And Sparklz, criticism is most welcome, but being called filthy names because I wrote a fic in favor of Loki is not criticism, it is bullying. You and Guest, I am sure you are the same, have stalked this fic calling me horrible names as well as calling Loki names. This is just ridiculous! This is fiction and Loki isnt even real!

Thanks to everyone else for reading! xoxoox