Heya guys!

So sorry for the delay (I promise I didn't do it on purpose) *insert evil cackle here*! ;)

Here is the final chapter. Sorry if it's a bit short!

Important Warnings:

1: Sex. Obviously.

2: Jotun sex. Yeah, you read that right. Have fun!

I hope everyone is happy with the finality of the Guardian series ^.^ And thanks to all of you for following along!

Her shout reverberated into the air around them when Loki slammed forward, his hips driving against hers mercilessly.

It was in that moment that Jane felt her courage fail into submission, Loki's warning a dark mantra in her ears and she suddenly could do nothing more than obey, wrapping her arms around his neck and locking a hand across the opposite wrist.

The fingers fisted in her hair splayed out and threaded through it, twirling about slightly and tugging as he moved against her. The cool hand on her hip moved up her body, and she shivered in spite of the heat in the room. His fingers were turning blue as they drew thin lines of ice up her stomach.

The dark hue crept up his arm and across his shoulder slowly.

A jerk against her sent heat pooling into her and she met his gaze as his head lifted from its home against her neck.

The green of his eyes were swirling with a purplish-red, the bright, blood-like shade she knew to be his natural eye color fighting to consume his irises.

Jane felt the roaming hand slip underneath one of her arms, coming to wrap around a shoulder. Cold fingers curled around the bone and gripped. She watched him stare narrowly down at her, the red finally conquering his eyes and turning them into windows to hell.

Any other woman would have felt fear.

Any other woman would have screamed for help.

Any other woman would have at least closed her eyes to avoid looking at him.

Jane merely met his inhuman gaze, tightened her grip around him, and thrust her hips against his as they came down hard.

She had accepted him like this, and she wanted him to know it.

And as Loki slammed those demonic eyes shut and groaned through another swift thrust, she knew her message had gotten through.

Jane leaned forward, pulling him closer to her. His skin grew colder with every shift of his hips; the blue flashed across his chest as it chased more of the familiar white away with every passing second.

His hair fell into her face as he hovered over her, and she felt her mouth water at the expressions on his face. His red eyes were slits, the dark brows above them furrowed as he fought to control himself. The deep color of his Jotun form slid past his throat and onto his chin, and the telltale black pattern on his forehead began to appear.

She reached up to touch it…

And found her wrists suddenly pinned above her head by the hand that, the last time she had noticed, had been playing with her hair.

Her arms tingled and she felt the chill bumps rise on them, reacting to the cold of his skin. He leered above her, his mouth open and fangs visible, standing out against the deep blue like porcelain.

Jane shifted then, moving to wrap her legs tight around his waist and pulling him deeper into her. She watched him blink slowly, heard him hiss….

Felt, for just a moment, that strange sense of pride as she fought his obvious attempts at domination….

She made the mistake of chuckling quietly.

The hand around her wrists tightened and grew almost painfully cold. Loki drove sharply into her, and for the first time since he had backed her against her bathroom door, the full weight of his truth settled into her mind.

Loki was not human. And he was not Asgaardian, either.

Hot breath clashed with the chill of his lips when they bent down to her ear. A scorching tongue lashed out, driving into it and sending her body into chaos, a low keen emitting from her throat. She could feel those cold lips pull into a smile against her ear.

"Submit, Jane."

Jane heard the whisper, knew what he had said, but could not quite….

Jotun. Not human. Not Aesir.

She gasped when he drove even deeper, just once, just to make a point. He held her there, suspended in the full feeling of having him settled and seated as far as she could allow, and his breaths against the side of her face grew rapid and sharp.

"Relent."

The truth, she realized, was that Loki had been without this for as long she, and possibly longer. The truth was that despite everything they had been through over the years, he was still an alien sorcerer with another side to him that he seemed to keep buried and quiet.

The truth was that combing these two facts had consequently destroyed them both, unlocking that dark something inside him and bringing it back into reality, if only for this moment…

She felt herself clench around him in a natural attempt to pull him even deeper. She was met with a low grunt and a sharp jerk against her inner walls, sending her head flying back into the pillow and resulting in a satisfied chuckle from her Jotun lover.

She heard him sigh softly then, his voice soft and yet strained.

"Jane…"

He still held her in place, by both hands and hips, as if trying to keep her at the edge as long as possible to extend her torment. The sharp need for release teased and taunted her and she grew frustrated then, understanding his tactics, accepting this shift in his personality, and still finding her mind a blur of desperation and confusion.

"What?" She was surprised at her own voice, responding to him without full recognition of what he had even said.

Her eyes had slid closed as Loki held her at the brink.

"I love you."

They snapped open to find him watching her intently, tinges of green churning around his pupils and his jaw set tight.

As she fought the intense build of pressure between their bodies, Jane blinked past the fog in her head and leaned forward to capture his lips. Cold clashed with heat and she melted into the pure talent that was Loki's mouth.

She smiled at him and watched the dancing colors of his eyes.

"I love you too, Loki."

Now please stop torturing me…

Red swirled back into piercing orbs and Loki chuckled with a renewed darkness. It only confirmed her now years-long suspicion that he could actually hear her thoughts.

She felt him release her hands then, moving to slide one down to wrap beneath a hip and lifting it to change his angle. He leaned forward, looming over her, his breath wet and hot in her face. Jane sighed into his mouth as he kissed her.

And finally moved, pulling away from her aching channel slowly, before rushing forward to slam back into her with broken growl against her mouth. His name escaped her lips with a high-pitched wail, so above anything she had heard from herself before that it almost seemed inhuman.

She felt it then, as he drew back and pushed forward and repeated the action harder and faster with every thrust…

The final, rapid build of pressure, a threatening torrent of sweet agony that could not compare to any other feeling in the world. Her breathing was coming out in pants, and she tried to find her voice, to attempt to tell him of her impending orgasm but…

"I know, dearest. Now do it."

Jane found herself drowning in the green-red slurry of Loki's eyes before white heat blinded her completely, a final jolt deep into her hitting that perfect spot just right and sending every fiber of her being, every nerve and every muscle singing with pain and pleasure and joy. Her voice eluded her completely, his name on her lips silenced by the overwhelming finality of it…

Her clenched eyes opened just in time to see his multicolored ones narrowing at her, fangs biting into his bottom lip as he jerked into her once more and groaned low in his completion.

Jane sighed at the slow pulse of his body spending into hers, and she felt him shiver against her he leaned down to press his forehead into the crook of her neck. An exhausted silence permeated the air around them. Reaching up, she wove her fingers into the silken strands of black hair at the base of his neck and held him to her, eyes flitting open and closed and back again as the feel of his labored breathing against her chest threatened to lull her quickly into sleep.

Despite the chill that lingered on Loki's skin, Jane lay rather comfortably for several long minutes as they both gathered their strength.

Shifting beneath him slightly, she bent her back a bit and felt it pop. A laugh escaped her and she shook her head at herself. The black mess of hair moved against her throat and Loki lifted his head to peer curiously at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

His voice held no suspicion (because truly, she didn't want him to think she was laughing at his obvious exhaustion), and she reached up to finger the shadows of his fading Jotun markings.

"I'm getting old. Did you hear that pop?"

She ran a thumb across the stain of blood on his abused bottom lip and he smiled at her before lifting himself up into a sitting position on her waist.

Jane blinked at him as he proceeded to crack his neck unceremoniously.

He smirked at her and she chuckled. Not thirty minutes after he all but mercilessly ravished her, and Loki Laufeyson was making too-obvious attempts to be sweet.

She watched quietly as the blue of his skin grew lighter with every moment that passed, finally fading altogether along with the red of his eyes. She felt his weight shift and he rolled off of her then, coming to curl against her and pull her sweat-slickened body into the curve of his own.

A blush heated her cheeks inexplicably.

"I need another bath."

A soft, content hum in her ear signaled his acknowledgement. She felt his muscles coil slightly behind her.

"May I join you?"

Jane smiled.

It was going to be a long (wonderful) weekend.

Annnddd Done! Although I very slightly regret not writing more of Kari. But, I feel it's time to move past this little series. Again, thanks a million to everyone who has read! It's awesome on a ridiculous level, how great you guys are. ^.^ Love to hear from you, please review and let me know how you feel!