Page 39 of Loki's Enemy Mate

“Duty calls,” he sighed. “After dad died… Well, there was no time for fun anymore. It was all business all the time. And he was gone before he could fully train us to take over so there was a lot of stumbling. Still is probably.”

I felt a profound sense of guilt knowing that it was my father that had taken Loki’s away.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, squeezing me tight. “It’s not your fault. Besides, I didn’t come up here to lament. I came here to warm up and wash off this grime. Come on.”

Grabbing me by the hand, Loki pulled me through the trees clinging to the rocky outcropping. The branches were dense and under the canopy was so dark I could barely see. Everything here was pine, their needles refusing the call of winter’s chill. The scent of resin filled my nostrils only for a moment or two before the trees fell away and I found myself standing at the edge of a large pool. The water was clear and blue with steam gently rising from its surface. Snow clung to the rocks around it, but never reached the water itself.

“Is it safe?” I asked, having never been in a hot spring before.

“Yeah!” Loki laughed. “Of course it is!” He walked over to the edge, crouching down and dipping his fingers in. “Feels like it's about the same temperature as I remember.”

I knelt down beside him, dipping my fingers in. “It's warmer than I thought it would be.”

“Have you never been to a hot spring before?”

I shook my head.

He smiled. “Well, there’s only three rules. No sleeping in the spring, stay hydrated, and if you feel too warm, get out for a bit and cool off.”

“How are we supposed to stay hydrated?”

“There’s another spring a few yards that way,” Loki said, pointing through the trees. “It’s cold and you can drink out of it.”

“This place has everything.”

“Everything except a restaurant. We’d have to go to the resort for that.” He reached out, taking my hand. “Come on. Let’s get in and get cleaned up. Then we can relax for a bit and talk. Besides, my dick is getting cold.”

I grinned, holding his hand as he stepped into the water. Cautiously, I followed behind him, allowing myself to be pulled in beside him. Heat enveloped my legs, the pool quickly deepening to my waist. The warmth swallowing my genitals wassort of pleasant and I let out a sigh of contentment. It was like having my entire body wrapped in a skin tight blanket fresh off the drying line, the sun’s warmth still clinging to the fabric. I could see why people enjoyed it so much.

Loki pulled me along, the pair of us wading through and disturbing the still surface of the water. On the far side he showed me a place where the rock had formed a natural shelf against the edge of the pool. There we both sat down, the water coming up to our shoulders. Loki kept his fingers laced through mine as he leaned against the side of the pool and closed his eyes. I, on the other hand, just sat there, staring at him unabashedly. Thanks to the pinks of pre-sunrise filling the sky to the east, I had enough light to take him in fully for the first time.

I let my gaze trail lazily over his face, taking in every feature. His dark hair had a slight curl to it and while it seemed to still be a little bit of a mess, I thought he looked perfect. There was still a hairband in the back, pulling it all into a sloppy sort of man bun, which I found adorable. My eyes trailed over the gold piercings in his ears that I hadn’t noticed before and the strong line of his jaw covered over in a thick black beard. I guessed I knew it was there but for some reason, I hadn’t thought of it until now. It was longer than I expected, although not so much that he looked like an old man. That combined with his thick dark eyebrows and his tanned skin made him look like a god sent down from on high to live with the commoners. And I counted myself lucky that he’d chosen me to be the one at his side.

“Fuck you are gorgeous,” I said, without meaning to.

He smiled, glancing over at me with those amber eyes I liked so much. “You’ve said that a dozen times since we got out of that cave.”

“Well, it’s true. You’re really pretty.”

“You don’t mind the beard?” he grinned. “Or the dick?”

“I love them both,” I said without hesitation.

“I think you’re trying to flatter me, Hamball.”

I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his waist under the water. “And what if I am?”

“Then I’d say I’m not one of those easy sluts that you’re used to,” he grinned. “I’m not gonna fall for a handful of sweet words and all these…” He trailed a finger down my chest, gulping audibly. “Muscles.”

“What can I do to convince you, Dinky?”

Loki’s grin widened as he turned around, placing himself between my legs. My cock was already rock hard under the water, and he made sure to press his ass firmly against it, giving me just enough friction to turn me into his willing slave.

“Rub my shoulders,” he replied, leaning back against me. “And we’ll see where that takes us.”

The first rays of sun began to peek over the far mountains, spilling over Loki’s skin. He seemed to glow like he was made of fire and gold. I swallowed hard and lifted my hands, placing them on his shoulders. I started to rub, keeping my movements soft.

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