Loki had never felt such perfection, Hela's walls clenching around him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He leaned his arms into the grass, not caring that the blood of the Vanir was now staining his pale skin. Hela was his first, though he suspected he was not hers. This did not bother him in the slightest, for he silently vowed to be her last. At first he fucked her slowly, savoring the feeling of being so completely engulfed by Hela. However, it wasn't long before he felt that tightness growing in his groin, the inevitable release barreling towards him like that of the Bifrost.