Page 56 of Loki's Enemy Mate

There was a lot to unpack there, but I knew Heimdall didn’t want to get into it right now. The hurt pulsing through our bond broke my heart. I hated seeing my mate so utterly destroyed. It made me want to fly into a rage and annihilate everything that had ever hurt him. But I knew that wouldn’t help. Speaking from personal experience, lashing out didn’t make the pain go away. It just made things more lonely.

As I opened my mouth to speak, I caught a scent on the wind. Glancing over my shoulder, I sniffed a few times, trying to make sure I wasn’t mistaken.

“What is it?”

“It… It’s nothing,” I lied. “I thought I smelled something, but I think it’s a deer.”

Heimdall didn’t question me. I took the opportunity to bury that little piece of information deep within myself, hiding the scent from him. Thankfully he was too concerned with his own emotional pain to register my mental gymnastics. He didn’t need to know that Baldr’s scent was in the air or that it was fresh. I knew my brother could move between the packs without issue thanks to his mother’s magic. However, I never expected that hewas visiting the dome. It made me wonder if he knew more than he’d been letting on all these years.

“We should head back,” I said, shifting my thoughts back to the task at hand. “We need rest and time to plan.”

“Right,” Heimdall nodded, oblivious to any change in my demeanor. “There’s an empty house at the edge of the village. We can take that so we don’t have to be nearhim.”

I squeezed his hand in support. “Lead on.”

Ten minutes later we were in a small house, hardly more than a shack, that reminded me very much of the one we’d been staying in on the mountain for the past few days. However, this one came with a bed and a few furnishings. I knew Heimdall’s room was back at the main house where his father lived, and I wondered who this home belonged to. But judging by the layer of dust on everything and the family of mice that had moved into the dresser full of someone else’s clothes, I had a feeling that the old owner was dead. In fact, it might’ve been one of the wolves that had been killed trying to get into Hati territory.

Heimdall stood over by the window, looking out over the tiny village and the last of his people. He knew as well as I did that their chances of survival if we failed were almost zero. The Hati pack outnumbered them ten to one and Tyr didn’t care how many of them he had to sacrifice in order to win. As much as I wanted to help Heimdall save his father, the more time I spent around him, the less I thought it was possible. The monster had all but consumed him. The father Heimdall once knew was gone.

“I was hoping we’d get a little more time together before the shit hit the fan,” I said, stepping up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. “But I guess it’s really just tonight. Tomorrow the war begins.”

“We were already at war,” Heimdall sighed. “It was just quiet.”

I nodded. “I know. It just feels like there’s no going back from this. Once we attack the Hati pack in their own territory, Thor will have no choice but to retaliate. He could barely keep the pack down last time. They’ll abandon him if he doesn’t march on the Skoll after this.”

“I wish we didn’t have to do this.”

“I wish we didn’t either.”

I felt Heimdall’s body tense as a sob escaped his lips. There was a sudden rush of grief and anger through our bond and the moment I felt it I knew the dam had broken. All those emotions he’d been forcing down were finally coming out whether he liked it or not. I held him tighter, trying to be the rock he needed to feel steady in this crazy life we found ourselves living.

“H-He didn’t care that I was alive,” he stammered, his voice shaking. “When he saw me, his only son, he didn’t even smile. There was no concern for my well-being at all. All he felt was anger.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” I replied, my face pressed against his back. “I know it doesn’t fix anything. Nothing I say can make this better. But I’m here for you, at your side, for whatever you need.”

Heimdall grabbed my hands, prying them apart so he could turn around to face me. He leaned down close, pressing his forehead to mine. There were no words, but the rush of affection over the bond was all I needed. Even in these moments filled with disappointment and grief, there was some happiness to be found from one another. And that, more than anything, proved to me that we were not only fated mates, but soul mates. The connection between us was too deep to be anything else, and I treasured it above all others.

“Loki?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you help me forget all this?” he asked, his voice soft. Our bond flared, arousal from his side making his intentionsclear. “Just for tonight. It’s… It’s just too much to deal with right now.”

“Anything you want, baby,” I replied, placing my hand on his cheek. “I’m yours.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to use you to feel better.”

“Hamball,” I said lovingly, forcing him to look into my eyes. “I want you to use me. Anytime you want. If you need a distraction to be free of this pain, I’m yours. Mind, body, and soul.” I kissed him softly. “Make love to me.”

Heimdall nodded, smiled, and then crushed his lips against mine. The ferocity of his passion was indicative of how much pain he was in. It required an equal amount of pleasure to stamp out, if only for the time being. And I was more than happy to provide it.

Our clothes came off in a flurry of limbs and kisses. His tongue never seemed to stop dancing against mine as he swept me off my feet and brought me over to the bed. Thankfully the bedding had been changed, so we didn’t have to fuck in an inch of dust. The mattress was hard and uncomfortable, but I didn’t have time to think about that. Not when Heimdall’s massive cock was pressed against my own, throbbing as he leaked pre-cum all over me.

He pulled his lips from mine only so he could use his mouth in other places. First it was kisses down my neck and chest, then it was his tongue flicking over my nipples, drawing moans out of me that I was more than happy to give him. He sank lower, following the trail of body hair until it widened just above my cock. There was only a single glance before he took me, the heat of his mouth wrapping me in velvet ecstasy.

I groaned blissfully, letting my head fall back on the pillows as my fingers twined through his hair. Pulling him down, I set a slow pace that not only felt incredible, but meant I could enjoy it longer. Heimdall took the hint, doing everythinghe could to keep his movements slow, but as tantalizing as possible. His tongue made several movements that I couldn’t fully comprehend, but I knew I loved them. With his free hand wrapped gently around my balls, he was driving me to new heights without breaking a sweat.

Eventually though, I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed his hair and forced him up, those green eyes flecked with gold.

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