Six cigarettes after sex

      It's been a couple of days since she realized something broke inside her. Her soul shattered, torn in half and entwined with the shards of a long broken heart. During these couple of days, she didn't smoke. The Midgardian cigarettes had run out, refusing to let her count down the last days of her life in the palace. She decided, really gathered her last will and determined she would leave. She would soon leave, depart the palace, vanish from Loki's life, and never return to him, no matter how much her heart ached. She only waited for the right moment. Waited for a sign or the last drop that would finally help her break free from the hated bonds of love that had been so painfully confining her.       Today there was a ball. Another grand ball in the palace. People were having fun, eating, drinking, and singing. Some were telling jokes loudly, some were laughing infectiously, some were indulging in love in a secluded corner, and some were ready to engage in public displays of affection. The whole bacchanalia around her no longer seemed normal, no longer evoked childish delight. She no longer felt happiness as she watched Loki, who was reveling in turning the court ball into a debauched affair. Odin and Frigga had long since left, and so the tireless Asgardians eagerly surrendered to the power of the new debauched revelry.       The girl stood a little apart, dressed in a beautiful green dress that Loki had commanded her to wear, to show that she was his, and no one else could sleep with her, touch her, look at her, or even speak to her. Because of this, she felt lonely. And even though at all previous balls, she quietly watched her beloved god, rejoiced in the celebration with him, shared his passion, ignoring the fact that deep down, she was alone, now, hidden in the shadow of a column, the loneliness painfully struck her broken heart.       Gazing at Loki: his lean figure, long legs, pale hands, delicate neck, and sharp features, she bit her lip and let out a heavy sigh. No one should see her true emotions, the pain and loneliness on her face.       "I'm here, Loki..." flashed through the girl's mind, and she forced a silly smile onto her face.       "Please look at me... because soon... soon I won't be here...”       She nodded in time with her thoughts and didn't notice how Jane approached her.       "Hi," Jane said quietly, causing the girl in the green dress to startle. "I didn't mean to scare you."       "You didn't scare me," the girl replied with a silly smile still lighting up her face.       "Are you okay?" asked Jane, furrowing her brow. "You seem a bit strange today."       "It's because of the cigarettes," the girl carelessly replied. "I haven't smoked for a few days."       "Wow," Foster smiled. "I didn't think Asgardians could get addicted to cigarettes."       "It seems they can," the girl replied.       "You should quit then," Jane suggested.       "But I like it. I don't want to quit yet," the girl responded.       Jane smiled, but it was somewhat sad, as she looked at Loki.       "Alright," Foster sighed deeply, turning her gaze back to the girl. "Thor and I were on Earth today, and I got you a pack."       And Jane handed the girl in the flowing green dress a brand new pack of cigarettes.       "Thank you," the girl replied.       And they didn't have a chance to talk any further. Loki silently crept up to the chatting girls and, abruptly grabbing her by the silky fabric of her green dress, he dragged her away, leaving the bewildered Jane behind.  

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      The palace corridors greeted them with silence and the coolness of the night. Loki dragged the girl to the nearest balcony and finally let her go.       "On your knees," he commanded, gesturing to the ground. "Entertain me." And she knew what his words meant. Not long ago, she would have gladly given him pleasure, but not today. Today, those words felt like a slap in the face: shocking and hurtful. It became unbearably painful, and tears welled up in her eyes. But Loki didn't see them, as she obediently knelt before him. Slowly she pulled his pants down, then his underwear, freeing his hard cock.       First she smeared it with her tongue, tasting it. Then she blew lightly on the penis, causing Loki to moan quietly and run his hand through her hair. After kissing and licking the head of the penis several times, she felt the pressure of a palm on the back of her head, and the penis twitched impatiently. Taking the entire length of him into her mouth at once, she only had time to push a couple of times before Loki moaned loudly and gutturally. Today he was less patient than usual.       Stepping away from her, Loki made her stand up from her knees, then quickly turned her around so that she leaned against the balcony railing, and lifted her dress. He took her possessively, roughly and quickly. Without kisses, gentle foreplay, he immediately entered with one deep thrust. Sex. It was just sex for him with an ordinary captive girl, but for her... What it had become for her now, she couldn't answer herself. Only gulping air so as not to suffocate from the surging emotions, from the feeling of a hard penis inside and strong fingers on her hips, she moaned into the darkness of night Asgard.       A push, another deep thrust and Loki, with a guttural moan on his lips, came, and after him she came. Amazingly, she almost never used to finish with him before, and now it's happened for the second time... Perhaps it's because she's aware of their imminent parting? Or was there another reason?

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      Deep in the night, once again sitting on the windowsill of Loki's bedroom, she was smoking a Midgardian cigarette and watching the sleeping man. His black hair was tousled and beautifully cascaded over his pale face. His red lips were slightly parted, and she desperately wanted to touch them... At first with her finger, then to press her own lips against them... His kisses were so sweet, so necessary... But she couldn't allow herself to do it.       Having replaced Loki's lips with the bitter cigarette, she turned to the window and looked into the distance. Somewhere beyond the golden city, in the mountains by a deep lake, her peace would await. She didn't know when she would leave, didn't know where to go... Where to hide from Loki and her feelings for him...But one thing she knew for sure: she would leave Loki, bypass the city, cross the high mountains, and find herself at the lake, where she had long ago buried her family. She would bid them farewell, dip her feet in the cold water, gaze into the blue sky, and leave Asgard forever.       A thin wisp of cigarette smoke slowly rose upwards as she sat on the wide windowsill, gazing into the distance, oblivious to Loki, once again furrowing his dark brows in his sleep.