Hello everyone! Welcome to my new fic! I do not own any characters you recognize as marvels or other possible inserts. I own only my O/C.

For those of you who are familiar with my stories this is not a Cephera fic.

There will be sex, graphic sex in future chapters.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Loki knelt in chains upon the dais wearing only a pair of thin cotton shorts. Odin was speaking to the people as Loki awaited his public display of punishment. He would endure days of whippings in front of all to see. After which he would be removed to a secure room to be given some substance to eat and then moved to his prison, a deep set cavern where he would be chained down to kneel and no visitors would be allowed. He would not be brought food and he would be forced to also wear the muzzle. He would only know company when he was brought out each day into the bright blaring sun to go through these tedious shows of punishment and then he would be escorted back.

He was not sure how long Odin planned to subject him to this embarrassing display. Had this been Thor in his place he was sure Odin would not have punished him for all to see. Once more the lesser son being made into the example. Loki raised his forest green eyes to the crowd determined to look strong even in the face of this demoralizing task. It wasn't the whippings he hated the thought of but more the fact that Loki had already been snubbed so often for being a male Asgardian who practiced magic instead of the sword. People were cautious of him for his mischievous ways but they also laughed at him enough as it was. When, or if, he should ever return to his place as prince he knew that he would be mocked more then ever. And for him the view of the people meant a lot.

If he was ever to be king he needed the kingdoms respect otherwise he would be a ruler with no one to follow him. Fear would only get him so far. He was thankful he was not being made to appear before them in his Jotun form. He wasn't sure if everyone in the kingdom knew about it or if Odin had only told those who needed to know, such as Thor. He would, however, revert to that form once he was placed in the cavern. As the caves sat deep beneath the palace no one could see him there. The tunnels that led around those caves had been long forgotten by the people. Even Loki, in his 1000 years, had never ventured into them.

Odin had stopped speaking and Loki heard the man who was meant to whip him approach from behind. Loki held his breath. He knew the sting of the lash brought many burly Asgardians to tears and he could only hope he was strong enough to hold it in. He would not be seen as weak.

(Illithia) (E-lith-E-Ah)

Illithia patiently waited for guards on the upper levels of the palace to move so she could quickly maneuver to the walls of the palace and not be seen. When her time to move came she didn't hesitate she scurried with caution to the far wall and pressed herself flat to it. She moved stealthy and as quickly as her robes would allow her. The basket she held made a light rattling noise as she did so.

When she finally made it to her destination she jumped the small stream and cut the corner out of sight of the guards all together. She rushed down the hill and across another stream until she hit rocks. The cliff side she was now precariously walking over was a certain death if she should fall. The edge was thin and she could hear small rocks give way and scatter to the depths below. She was not afraid, she did not fear the cliffs only because the fates guided her. This was meant quite literally. Around her neck was a small pendulum that was leading the way through the magics of the fates.

Illithia was no normal Asgardian girl. She was a priestess in the temple Kurret found in the far west of the palace itself. Found as a baby on their doorsteps she grew up and was taught nothing more then a life of a priestess but that wasn't all that was different about her. Her long silver hair and her bright blue eyes off set against her darker then normal skin with her tall nicely shaped body and delicately pointed ears made her stand out. No one knew of what race she belonged but they were certain she was at least half Aesir. And yet this still wasn't what set her so apart from all others. She was a seer. She often had dreams, visions or sometimes even heard whispers of things she was meant to do. Many people often came to her in hopes she could tell them their future but her gift did not work that way. She was only shown things the fates wished to have done not what the people requested of her.

Today she was following what the fates wished of her and she was certain she would be protected as she always was. Never had a vision sent her to do such a thing as this though. Usually it was a small matter to attend. The anointing of a new novice, the saving of the eight legged horse that had become the grand steed of Odin. But this was something very different. This required a dangerous sacrifice of her own. To be caught doing what she was doing would surely cause her death or worse, for in Asgard there were far worse punishments then death. Death was a gift compared to the tortures she had heard about. The fates may protect her but she still had to be cautious.

She wore a hooded cloak which she had placed over her head and covering her face. No one, not even the man she was about to see would know what she looked like. She couldn't chance it. Finally she reached her destination and entered the catacombs beneath the city.

(Loki)

Loki knelt on the cold rock his arms outstretched in his chains. His breathing was shallow as his back was left to burn in the wake of his whippings. Already one week of whippings had gone by and it felt like a life time. The roar of the crowd each time he arched against the lashings. Their smiling faces and their jeers. He had so far contained his pain to shallow grunts but as his back became painted in each whip mark it was becoming harder to stay quiet. Just moving now made his body scream.

The cave he was in was dank and only lit by one touch on a wall behind him. His shadow was large on the rocks in front of him and he could see only marginally around him. He could hear the echo'd of the animals that lived in the caves as they moved about in the dark. He could hear the sound of water dripping and further off water gushing. A different sound graced his ears this night. A silent rattling and clinking of glass. A soft rustle of clothing. Loki looked up. The light made it impossible to see who the sounds belonged to.

They drew closer until he finally saw the outline of someone. They approached slowly but did not hesitate in their moves. Their cloak shrouding them further from view. Loki hated that he wore the muzzle. He was unable to ask a single thing. The cloaked figure drew not directly up to him but came round behind him. Loki was puzzled as to what they were doing. Another form of torture who's information he was not privy to. They laid the basket down just off to the side of them. He watched closely as they pulled back the cloth hiding its contents. Female hands, Loki took notice. Delicate looking. What is a woman doing all the way down here. Friend or foe?

He saw the basket contained vials of many different sizes. He watched her remove a cloth and soak it with one of the large vials. He then felt the cloth touch his torn flesh and he hissed behind the muzzle. It stung. Loki was still not completely sure what she was doing. Had Odin sent her in secret to tend to his wounds? Why else would she find herself in such a dim place. Perhaps the old man was becoming weak in his old age. Unable to watch Loki suffer completely. Loki furrowed his brow as the burning continued under her ministrations.

It was not long after that the burning stopped. She had coated the cloth with a different vial. This one brought him warmth throughout his back and down his spine. Not once did he feel her hands touch his flesh. Her movements were slow but specific. It was clear she was there only for this purpose.

When at last she finished and had put away her things she came round to stand in front of him. She kept her head down and her hood covering her face. "You speak of this to no one." She said her voice low and stern. Loki could do nothing but stare. She gathered her things and left with the same precision she had entered the room with. Loki knelt there confused and behind the muzzle he smirked.

(Illithia)

She knelt before the great statue in the temple. The candles letting off a soft glow all about her. Her hands clasped, her eyes closed and her head bent. She was unable to concentrate on her prayer today. Why the fates wished her to aid in the youngest princes recovery was a mystery. She had gone back once a week on the same night to tend to his wounds only ever saying the same thing to him.

She knew what he would look like before she had gone the first time. Having seen her task in a vision she was unafraid of his appearance. She herself couldn't judge what he was considering she was unsure what she was. His dark blue skin only a few shades darker then her eyes and denser. She had wanted to touch the markings that graced his skin if only to see how they felt. But she refrained. She had no love for the traitor anymore then any other Asgardian yet she was to be his medic. She had never strayed from any path the fates set out for her and she would not start now.

Tonight was the night she would once again pay him a visit and she prayed all went well. When at last the hour approached she slipped on her cloak and found her way to the path as she always did, by following her pendulum, the necklace itself left with her on the doorstep as a baby. When she entered the cavern she stalled. She could see him from his touch light but she was still far enough away that he could not see her, yet he was looking right toward her his muzzle no longer set in place.

"You enter this cavern every week for this past month never stopping, never hesitating and yet today you do both." His voice was deep and sent a slight shiver down her back. Finding her purpose once more she continued on doing as she always did. She set down her basket and removed her cloth and anointed it. "Does Odin send you?" He asked.

She did not grace his ears with a response. She was not there for idle chat. She smoothed the cloth over his skin careful not to cause unnecessary pain. "Has your tongue been removed from your mouth?" He said his head turning to try and look at her. Again she said nothing but kept to her task. He stayed silent a while and then spoke once more. "I understand. You fear to speak to me unless you need to, fear discovery for aiding a felon, perhaps even fear me now that I have been given voice." She could see his grin. "The absence of my gag was what caused you to hesitate today I suspect."

She tried her best to not let his words stir her. She coated her cloth with the second vial and went back to attending his back. "Such delicate hands to be put to such a task." This made her stall completely. He chuckled. "Oh yes, I've noticed much about you. Your careful steps, the graceful movements you make when you remove the cloth from your things. The manner in which you speak your parting words, so assertive yet soft. The soft skin of your hands and long fingers. Your nails well maintained. You are no mere commoner and your hands have not seen such tedious work as a medic." He stopped speaking but she was unable to set about her task. She had no idea he had been paying so much attention to her. She cursed herself for not being careful enough.

"I am here to attend your wounds, do I need a reason or would you like me to discontinue my visits." She finally said.

"No. By all means having a woman attended to me in any way at this point is a gift indeed." He almost purred the words and it did not bring her comfort. She pressed the cloth to his back and continued on. "What should I call you?" He asked.

"Nothing. You need not my name." She replied.

"Well then, Nothing. It's a pleasure to meet you." She set her glare to the back of his head. He was an irritating man.

A/N So first impressions? What did you think?