Powerful || Loki Fanfiction

Chapter Two

Eleanor slowly closed the door behind her, trying desperately to not make a sound. For if her mother saw her - slight bruising to her cheek and dried blood on her chest, she would most certainly ask questions. Would she believe Erik caused it? Never.

Unfortunately, the door betrayed her and a slight squeak came from the hinges, her presence was now known and Eleanor held her breath and waited for the call of her name from her mother.

"Eleanor?" A small, males voice echoed through the small hut making Eleanor let go of her breath she held and sigh as she let go of the closed door to turn around; replacing her frown with a bright smile as she spotted Sigurd strut over to her.

"Hello my dearest brother." Eleanor said, grabbing Sigurd into her embrace and hugging him tightly. Sigurd wrapping his arms around Eleanor but not as tight.

"How was your adventures today?" Eleanor questioned tightening her grip as a joke only making Sigurd thrash in her grasp, removing himself from Eleanor's grip to breathe normally.

"It was marvellous!" Sigurd exclaimed a little breathless making Eleanor giggle as he watched her walk over to the stove were the stew was simmering away.

"Harald and Sven taught me new battle techniques; I can now wield an axe and hold a shield." Sigurd added making Eleanor look up from the stew and smile at her brother.

"I am glad they are teaching you to fight. But Sigurd, are you a shieldmaiden?" Eleanor asked jokingly, making Sigurd groan and pick up a piece of bread from the table and throw it at Eleanor's head. Eleanor ducked just in time as she laughed at Sigurd's reaction.

"I am only fooling around Sigurd! I am very proud of you and what you achieve." Eleanor stated truthfully.

"Thank you, Eleanor. I too, am somewhat proud of you." Sigurd laughed making Eleanor scoff in Sigurd's direction.

"I am only fooling around!" Sigurd mocked making Eleanor giggle as she found a ladle and stirred the stew.

A comfortable silence fell among the pair as they waited for the stew to cook. Sigurd propped himself up on the kitchen table, legs swinging in front of himself as he watched his sister occasionally stir the stew.

"Olaf told me about Ragnaröck." Sigurd said, his voice low and quiet. Like saying the word would cause it to happen.

Eleanor glanced up from the stew and nodded her head in understanding.

"Ragnaröck will happen my dear brother, let's just hope that our All Father has a plan for it." Eleanor mumbled as she placed the ladle on the side of the pot before standing up from her crouching.

"Where's mother?" Eleanor asked as she walked over to Sigurd and ruffled his hair.

"Where else would she be?" Sigurd said bitterly, making Eleanor sigh and nod her head.

"She does what she can, Sigurd." Eleanor muttered as she picked a knife from the table and started to cut up some stale bread to go with the stew.

"Besides, Mother is a women and just like men, she has her own needs and desires."

"I know that. But it's every night that she disappears to warm someone else's furs." Sigurd mumbled as he jumped off the table to help Eleanor cut bread.

"She does what she can for our benefit." Eleanor replied, stopping her actions of cutting bread to walk over to the stew.

"Grab me a bowl and I'll give you some supper."

"I'm not hungry." Sigurd said rather bitterly making Eleanor sigh and roll her eyes.

"I'm just going to go into town."

"Fine, be safe." Eleanor mumbled as she straightened up and walked over to the table to grab her own bowl. Eleanor walked back over to the stew and plated herself some food as she heard Sigurd sigh and walk out the door.

Although what their mother did was considered okay to some, Sigurd thought it to be disgusting. Eleanor thought it to be interesting. Of course Sigurd wouldn't understand because he was young and didn't understand the desires a person could have.

Eleanor had desires and she would fulfil those desires with herself, for if her mother and Erik discovered she bedded another man then there would be a price to pay.

Eleanor ate her supper in silence. There was no one to talk to except the chicken that had wondered into the house and even that was not a great conversation.

The sun seemed to had set rather quickly tonight as clouds covered the sky. After she had finished supper, Eleanor walked briskly down the hill to the hides and furs, the air was thick and the smell of rain was distant but there.

A loud clap of thunder drew Eleanor out of her concentration and she glanced up at the sky as flashes of lime green danced across the grey clouds. Her mouth dropped open as she watched the clouds separate before her eyes and rainbow light shone down to the ground. A male scream echoed through the thick air and Eleanor felt her chest tighten as a feeling of guilt washed over her body in ice cold waves.

A body fell from the clouds in slow motion and as they fell a ripple of air vibrated from the body as they fell, making a wave crash through the atmosphere.

Eleanor was thrown to the ground as the wave hit her forcefully; knocking the wind out of her lungs painfully. The pain though, was quickly subsided as it turned into a burning desire in the pit of her stomach. A feeling she only experienced with herself late at night.

Eleanor curled herself into a ball on the grass, hides and furs scattered around her as she let out a choked scream when the burning turned into pleasure.

Rough and choked, Eleanor heard the scream of a male. Distant - around her.

"Hnoss, la meg finne deg!"

Their voice echoed around her head and she felt the need to yell back, to scream she was here.

"Hør på stemmen min!" Eleanor tried to scream but all that left her lips was a small moan as she rolled onto her back, trying to cool herself down from the pleasurable pain that was cursing her body.

"Eleanor?!" A familiar voice which in her drunken state of mind sounded beautiful to her ears. Erik.

Eleanor could not speak or move her body. The sound of rushed footsteps on the grass made Eleanor whimper.

"Eleanor!" Erik slid down near Eleanor and picked her up to place her limp body on his lap, trying to awaken the paralysed girl.

"Erik." Eleanor mumbled as she finally found her voice and her muscles started to move.

"Hold me." She spoke so softly her voice thickened with arousal.

"f**k me?" Eleanor said, it came out more of a question then an answer making Erik shocked.

"W-what?"

"f**k, it hurts so good. I need you i-in me, Erik!" Eleanor shouted as she fixed herself so she was straddling Erik's left thigh.

Erik smirked as he watched Eleanor position herself so she could gently rock herself along Eriks thigh. Eleanor grabbed into Erik's shoulders and nestled her head between his shoulder and jaw as she continued to rock herself against him.

"You're doing so well, my love." Erik mumbled as he moved his own hands to grope Eleanor over her dress' blouse. Eleanor moaned against Erik's shoulder, her breath hitching every time she felt herself come close to the desire she needed. Erik moved his mouth the Eleanor’s neck and pressed a rough kiss there, earning Eleanor to mover her head the side slightly so he could taste her further.

"Hnoss hvor er du?!" The male voice whom was falling screamed, making Eleanor throw herself off Erik and jolt upwards into a standing position.

"Erik, no. I'm sorry!" Eleanor exclaimed as she quickly stumbled her way out of her farm and down the road, leaving Erik flustered and very angry about his situation.

Eleanor, well - she was confused……and aroused.