Chapter Twenty-Eight Loki

"D o you think it's a good idea to bring me out here?" I asked as we wound our way through the woods just outside the village. "Won't your father be upset?"

"Why would he?" Heimdall shrugged. "He already knows that you know about Mistil. As far as he knows, you two met the same witch. She could've told you everything."

"Are we going to be able to talk to him?"

"No. Only my father knows the incantation to get through the dome. I can show it to you, but that's all."

"I wish we could speak with him and maybe convince him not to help Tyr."

"I don't know if he'd listen to you," Heimdall sighed. "Ten years of listening to my father spout off his ideals could mess with anyone's head. I know it has mine."

I reached out, lacing my fingers through his as we walked, trying to give him some comfort. In the past hour Heimdall had not only found out that his father thought he was dead, but that he didn't even go back to check. He didn't care that Heimdall was gone and had already replaced him with another wolf. My mate was reeling from the realization that the father he once knew was gone and all that remained was a monster in his stead.

Our bond gave me enough information to know he was hurting, betrayed, and confused by the entire ordeal. But even so, I could feel him suppressing his emotions, trying to spare me from feeling the full force of them. I'd already tried to convince him to let it go, but I think, for his sake as much as mine, he needed to keep them hidden away. Tyr was systematically searching us both for weaknesses and giving in for even a moment in our solitude could make it impossible to dam the floodwaters again.

We had to be vigilant if all these lies were going to hold.

Meanwhile, I was formulating a plan of my own. Tyr's request to prove myself didn't come as a surprise, but the method of my proving did. I'd expected him to grill me for information. Instead, he asked me to do the one thing I was trying to avoid. I didn't want to hurt my family. That was half the reason for all these lies in the first place. But, if this was going to work, I'd need to come up with some kind of plan. I had to get the Skoll pack into the resort, do enough damage to convince them I was on their side, and then get out without any loss of life if I could help it.

It felt like an impossible task.

"Here it is," Heimdall said, jolting me from my thoughts.

I looked around, but there was nothing except forest surrounding us.

"Uh… where?"

"Give me your hand."

I held it out and Heimdall took me by the wrist. Turning my palm toward the open air in front of us, he gently guided me until something pressed against my fingers. I cocked my head to the side, trying to spot the invisible thing I was touching. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't perceive it with my eyes. However, there was a slight buzzing sensation against my fingertips where they touched the invisible force.

"The dome is nearly a quarter mile wide," Heimdall said. "It takes up most of the forest on the northern side of the village. Everyone knows it's here because they've run into it at one point or another, but they don't know what it's for. Tyr just tells them it's a secret and they believe him."

"You called him by his first name." I pulled my attention from the dome and looked up at him. "You haven't done that before."

Heimdall sighed, shaking his head. "It's hard to call someone my father when I'm no longer a son in his eyes."

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 he was 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 near him ."

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 intentions clear. "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 everything he 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.

"I need you to breed me," I growled, giving him a direct order. " Now ."

He nodded, his eyes shifting from green to full gold as his Alpha side began to take over.

"I want you to knot me until the sun comes up, do you hear me?" I continued, holding him tight. "You aren't going to let me rest until I'm so full of your cum I can't think straight."

"Anything for you," he said, his voice husky and full of passion. I felt the bond between us surge, the lust consuming us both. "I'll give you everything you need and more," he promised.

"Good," I said, reaching over the edge of the bed to the small bag I'd brought with me into the village. I reached in and pulled out the small bottle of lube I'd stolen a few days before, tossing it to him. "Don't make me wait."

Heimdall grabbed my ankles and yanked me close, placing my feet gently on his shoulders. His cock throbbed against mine as he popped open the lube and poured a generous helping over his massive dick. He rubbed it in first before moving his lubed fingers toward my hole. His gaze stayed locked on me as he pressed a finger against my tight entrance. Even though we'd only mated once so far, my body knew what to do. Thanks to the bond and the pheromones filling the cabin, I was more than ready to go.

The first finger slipped in easily, a rush of pleasure washing over me like waves against the beach. He found my prostate instantly, driving my delight even higher. I cried out, loving every second of this incredible torture. At the same time, he moaned and his cock pulsed against me, the bond giving him a taste of everything I was feeling. This would be the first time we'd fucked with the bond, and I had a feeling neither of us were going to last long. But that didn't matter. I didn't plan on sleeping tonight, so we could mate as many times as we wanted to.

"Please," I begged, squirming as he fingered me. "I need you inside me. Now ."

Heimdall nodded, removing his thick finger from my ass. I gasped as he left me, feeling empty and wanting. But I didn't have to wait long for him to position himself just right so that his cockhead rested against my needy hole. He looked down at me, his eyes still gold and full of love, before he leaned his hips forward.

I gasped as his crown slipped inside me easily. A rush of satisfaction filled me from head to toe. I could feel his reaction to my tightness as well and I swore I could almost feel my body wrapped around his cock, as if I was the one doing the fucking instead of him. I wanted to close my eyes and get lost in it all. But I forced myself to keep his gaze, giving him a nod to keep going.

Heimdall rocked his hips back and forth. Slow at first until he'd finally sank his entire length inside me. I could feel his shaft pulsing against my prostate and the head of his cock pushing against my second ring. By the time he fully took on his Alpha form, he'd be much deeper than that. But for now, the sensation was nearly overwhelming.

"Fuck me," I begged. "Please."

The strokes were slow at first, Heimdall drawing his cock back until it nearly came free before burying it all the way to the hilt once more. My body broke out in goosebumps as I experienced both sides of the bond at the same time. The full sensation of having his cock buried deep inside me was incredible, making me leak pre-cum all over my belly. But feeling his pleasure too and how tight I was around his shaft… Well, that was nearly enough to make me cum right then and there. However, I forced my orgasm back. I wasn't going to let go until he had knotted me. Once he did, I wouldn't be able to hold back anyway.

And I didn't have to wait long.

"Fuck," Heimdall cried, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. "I… I don't think I can hold the wolf back any longer."

"Then w-why are you… trying?" I replied, moans filling the gaps between my words.

The shift came suddenly, the feeling of it filling the bond between us. Heimdall's already muscular body swelled, fangs filled his mouth, and he grew significantly more body hair. He managed to keep the claws at bay though so that I didn't get damaged in the process. However, the moment he shifted, my wolf responded. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my fangs lengthen, my body expand, and my cock grow. A quick glance down showed my own knot had expanded, although my cock bounced freely against my belly. Heimdall took one look, let out a low growl, and forced his cock to the hilt.

My world went topsy-turvy as his knot slipped inside me. Pleasure seemed to overwhelm me, and my eyes rolled back. The bond between us was practically on fire, the both of us so turned on that we couldn't think. All that existed was instinct. Heimdall continued to fuck me as if the world didn't exist and I took every last inch of him, lost in the sensations.

But it wasn't going to last. With both of us teetering so close to the edge, the mutual shift and the knot in my ass was all it took to push me over the edge. My body tensed and I cried out, my cock shooting cum all over my chest and stomach without warning.

At the same time my tunnel hugged Heimdall's cock even tighter. I felt him suddenly give up all resistance as a low growl built in his chest. Three more strokes was all it took before a searing heat filled my belly. His cock throbbed wildly, his heavy balls pulsing against my ass as he filled me with his seed.

Our orgasms mixed through the bond, driving us both higher and higher until we nearly passed out. Heimdall took me in his arms, our bodies still locked together, and flipped me over so that I was straddling his lap. He sat back on the bed, resting against the headboard as we both panted and heaved like we'd just run a marathon.

We stayed that way for several minutes, the pair of us trying desperately to regain our faculties. Even so, after nearly five minutes, we were still feeling the pulsing waves of delight filtering through one another.

"Fuck," Heimdall sighed, his fingers running through my long dark hair. "That was incredible. But that bond makes it hard to last more than a few minutes."

"I don't care," I replied, shaking my head. "It felt so… incredible ." I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Give me a couple more minutes and you can fuck me again." I felt his cock twitch inside me and another spike of lust through our bond. "I take it you like that idea?"

"Mm-hmm." He kissed my neck, holding me tight in his arms. "I'll fuck you as many times as you want. I don't care if I'm shooting blanks by morning. Just as long as I can be this close to you." He paused, the back of his finger caressing my cheek. "You feel like… home ."

I couldn't help but laugh, my eyebrow lifting as I looked up at him. "That would be really romantic if you weren't buried to the hilt inside me."

"I think that makes it more romantic."

I just chuckled and pressed my lips to his. "I love you so much, Hamball."

"Love you too, Dinky."