Loki Artwork Novels & Stories

He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me. I felt the pull—the human need to be held in a storm. He didn't wait. He pulled me in, the "KING’S COURT" hoodie bunching between us. The kiss wasn’t soft; it was a collision of two worlds—the holy and the worldly. Our lips engaged in a tug of war, a desperate need for dominance. His hands went under the hoodie, he fondled my breast and pinched my nipple,throaty moans escaped my mouth. In between my legs,my core was dripping wet, I wanted more.

“Is the art class a dating place? What are you two, doing?” I gasped at what Thore said. I quickly let go of Raylie’s embrace when I saw that the other students were looking at us. I just realized that Loki wasn’t beside him anymore. Their pot didn’t look like a pot anymore. It looks like a ruined jar. And where did Loki go? Did he get tired of these works and he walked out? “Mind your own business, Thore.” Raylie hissed and continued with the pot. “Hey, Thore, don’t be a sour loser. You can still improve your craft.” Logan said.

“Tell me about the tattoo.” He sighs before going on, as if he regrets starting down this road with me. “I’ve never seen anything like it. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. It was a nice piece. Stormy seas, breaking waves on these crags that jutted out of the water like shark teeth - lots of lines and shadows, lots of small hidden images within, even the shadow of a girl’s face. Your face, Loli. That’s how I know.”

My phone vibrated in my purse and I did not bother since I knew it would be Liam. Evangeline managed to get me interested in a conversation and it was about the art works. How her husband got them for her during an auction. She added that he liked art and I did not know when I rose to my feet to stare at a particular one. It was a Lycan Wolf. The eyes were of different colors; one was gold, the other looked red or blue. I narrowed my eyes on the image as I felt oddly attracted to the painting. The hairs around its neck appear to be totally different from that of the soft fur of a wolf. Even for a Lycan. There was a crescent moon attached to it forehead and a ring with ancient lycan writing a

Loki defended himself. "Just because I don't have marks or bruises or I'm not crying my eyes out doesn't mean that you didn't force yourself on me. You did but I didn't struggle, I stayed still and let you do your thing to me and do you know why? It's because I wanted it, I've wanted it for so long now but I've kept it hidden, waiting for the day you'd finally realize that you love me and that you need me in your life. I've been waiting for the day that you'd finally come to me of your own free will and claim me and it looks like my patience paid off yesterday.".

I stand at a distance and watch as Alpha Kai’s Lycan, Loki, converses with Fenriz’s Baron. Loki is huge, his size clearly double that of Baron and as broadly built as Kai himself; his claws are the size of a grown man’s index finger, while his teeth look like they could bite an arm clean off. They’ve been talking for over forty minutes, but I sense no bloodlust from either of them; no, all I can sense is a brotherly love.

I shook my head. "Hey, Zhanaia!" he called me. "Come here, see this one." I walk towards him. He pointed out the artwork of a nude woman in fire. "Do you know this one?" he asks. I nodded. "Yes. That's artwork from one of the important contemporary artist of Switzerland, Pipiloti Rist, entitled 'Swimming In A Bath Of Lava'. This is a miniature video of a woman swimming in a bath of lava that captivates a mixture of wit and powerfully visual of the woman in the fires of hell. And it is said that the subject of this artwork of Rist is about a self-confident woman in a fervid environment that mixes eroticism and assertive feminine physicality." I explain.

Loki said and immediately end the call. Loki is like a child. Little and random things interest him even at an early age. He would get dirty or walk a thousand miles if that is the only way to be with his "educational tool". He got it from his adventurer father. He only sees things and people as some kind of tools to learn more. He likes observing people in their everyday lives, it does not only satisfies his thirst for knowledge and some other things, but it also fulfill his role as a shadow for someone he needs to protect. Luckily, he never knocked someone out ever. Well, that's a good news.

Loki POV So after I told my slut of a mate that I would be back in time for the wedding, I picked my phone and dialed my special friend and let him know that i needed him and 3 others to get to the Royal wedding and that before he leaves that my witch that I have been fucking for 5 years will be sending him a package this will have a potion for each them to take to change their identities and finger prints so they could make it through the security scan at the boarder then a masking powders they will need to keep it on the them and reapply every 2 hours until they are out of the pack territory, the package will also have a few hundred little mushrooms in there you will drive around the board

She had already wandered off, stepping up the steps of the throne, watching the sea anemone with delight. Loki groaned, fisting his hands to his eyes. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “The shiny stuff just makes me wanna stare at it, touch it and take it. I wanna stuff all the pretty stuff in my damn pockets and I don’t know why.” I raised a brow, rolling my eyes.