With the weight of destiny hanging over both their heads as they looked up at the stars of Jotunheim, the two giants found comfort in each other. Angrboda had been alone for a long time waiting for Loki to arrive. And now that her part in his story was complete, she felt adrift. Atreus, meanwhile, felt like his story was just beginning. Except he didn’t like the future they had laid out for him. His father dead. Joining Odin. That can’t be his future. But what if he couldn’t change it. In the end, the collective weight of the cosmos weighed heavily on both of them. So they sat and let the peace of Ironwood wash over them. Destiny could wait a little while as long as they stayed here. Angrboda looked at Loki, who looked back at her. As long as he stayed, she still mattered. She was still a part of his story. As long as he stayed, his future had yet to come true.
For now, all that mattered was they had found each other. All that mattered was this very moment.
After the time they spent together it seemed natural that their relationship evolved to something closer. Atreus liked Angrboda from the moment he saw her. And she warmed up to him the longer he stayed. As the two young giants stared at each other they felt a magnetic pull drawing them closer until their lips met. It never occurred to them this was their first kiss, or that what they were about to to was their first time. It happened organically, instinct taking over. Maybe this was destined to happen too. A part of the paintings her mother neglected to include. It felt right, for both of them as they kissed softly and began to explore new experiences.
The night fell over the clearing as the stars shone bright, the warm air drifting on a gentle breeze as the two young people undressed slowly, taking their time exploring each other. Their hands roamed over flesh as they made out passionately, forgetting the weight of destiny as they got lost in each other. Their eyes danced in the moonlight, her bodies rubbing together as they rolled on the ground. Their naked bodies got entangled as their arms and legs hooked together, goosebumps on their flesh with each contact. Angrboda gasped when Loki stroked her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples. She smeared paint over his skin as she caressed his ass and lower back. She felt his manhood prod her midriff, growing stiff for the first time in his life. They couldn’t take their eyes off each other, or their hands, or their lips.
Somewhere in the tangle of kisses and caresses Loki entered Angrboda, her soft moans filling the clearing as her eyes closed. Her legs opened up and her pushed himself deeper, driving by impulses beyond his understanding. She embraced him tightly, encouraging him with her moans as they made love. It felt right, like it was preordained. Loki and Angrboda, together as one. Their bodies became one. They kissed, they danced, they fucked into the night. Atreus was gentle with her. She was patient with him. They rolled over and she climbed on top, sitting on his lap riding him like her pet yak Jalla. Loki stared up in awe of her as her body danced above him, her beautiful face rising to the sky as she sighed. He reached up and caressed her breasts, her hips, her thighs, moaning softly as she wrapped around his manhood tightly. He felt her womanhood flood as she climaxed, her cries of pleasure rising into the night sky. He quickly sat up as she trembled against him, hugging him tight until she was finished. She looked onto his eyes and smiled. She had never felt so alive.
He wanted to make her feel like that again, wrapping his arms around her kissing her deeply. She bounced on his lap, ready to carry on. They rocked and fucked, faster than before. Loki panted, feeling his power surging through him. He fought to keep control, throwing her onto her back to pin her down and ride the wave between her thighs. She giggled excitedly, pulling her face up to his ear whispering in his ear. Let go she whispered. Let yourself lose control. She knew he could control his powers, knew the right emotions would keep him from hurting her. He looked down at her face, her gorgeous body beckoning him. He let go, his body shifting in shape until he was digging his paws into the dirt thrusting himself into her body. She cried in glee as he humped her more vigorously, clutching the fur of his wolf form hooking her legs over his hind legs. His animal cock penetrated her in a new way, making her moan louder as it knotted inside her. She orgasmed with him, feeling his seed fill her womb as Loki howled into the night.
He collapsed on top of her afterwards. She hugged him tightly, petting his snout affectionately until he changed back into his human form and snuggled against her. They laid together basking in the afterglow, holding onto this moment as long as they could. When Loki was ready to leave, know he couldn’t ignore his destiny forever, Angrboda showed him how to return home. She stayed with him until he was gone, rolling onto her back staring up at the night sky clinging to the memory unsure what her future would bring now her part in his story was over.
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