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They sat a while longer huddled together wrapped in the green blanket. Eventually Sylvie suggested they move to a less exposed location in order to get some rest. Loki agreed easily and followed as she lead them to a small dilapidated structure nearby.
Though it wasn’t entirely clear what the building had once been for, it vaguely resembled a fire lookout point with a weather station on its roof. Inside, broken furniture and crumbling walls left little more open space on the floor than could fit a large mattress.
Loki conjured two sleeping pads on the floor before taking a deep breath and looking at Sylvie. She glanced around uncertainly, never quite making eye contact.
“I uh, I don’t think I could sleep right now,” she said nervously, “mind’s a bit too preoccupied…”
Loki looked sympathetic, “care to see what kind of view is up there?” He gestured vaguely at the ceiling.
Sylvie huffed a small laugh of relief and nodded before turning to go back outside.
On the side of the structure there was a rickety ladder bolted to the wall which they climbed to the roof. From the new vantage point they could see across the desolate valley of ruins left in Alioth’s wake.
Sylvie sat carefully on the most intact side of the roof and gave Loki a small tight smile as he sat down beside her.
“‘So do our minutes hasten to their end…’” Loki murmured softly.
Sylvie furrowed her brow and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Loki gave a weary smile, voice somewhat playful, “‘each changing place with that which goes before, in sequent toil all forwards do contend.’”
Sylvie rolled her eyes and looked off with a long suffering huff making him chuckle.
“Is that how you wooed your petty conquests on Asgard… quoting Midgardian drivel?” She teased with less venom than her words suggested.
Loki grinned with amusement as she feigned haughty disinterest.
“From time to time, though I would perhaps have chosen something more romantic than Sonnet 60 back then…” he said softly.
Sylvie looked distant as she studied the landscape below. Loki glanced at her and felt guilty without knowing why. He thought perhaps no one had ever made the effort to recite her poetry and his heart sank.
“You deserve more than pretty words…” he murmured.
Sylvie looked at him then with a hopeful vulnerability, but her eyes conveyed a doubt in whether she could trust him. Loki exhaled and looked at his hands resolutely.
“Well, sleep may be a lost cause, but I’m going to attempt some rest. I’ll be inside,” he said simply and gave her a small smile that didn’t meet his eyes.
Sylvie watched him go and missed his presence immediately. She didn’t understand when he had gone from nuisance to necessity and it unnerved her.
Loki had been reckless and impulsive, arrogant and entitled, but he had proven himself to also be attentive and kind, perceptive and vulnerable. He was completely paradoxical and she wanted him so badly her blood was burning.
Sylvie stepped over to the rickety ladder and climbed down, landing with a soft thud. She summoned her courage and walked through the doorway nearly colliding with her counterpart inside.
Sylvie hesitated, hands hovering just over his chest, afraid of what she might do if she let herself touch him.
Loki looked just as surprised as her and a little flustered.
Sylvie wanted to speak but blanked at the look in his eyes and faltered, “I just… I wanted to say…”
Loki looked just as taken aback and tried to kickstart his brain, “The thing is… we might die tomorrow…” he attempted to reason.
“I mean we probably will,” she blurted nervously.
“Right… so if I’m probably going to die tomorrow…” he studied her face earnestly, “then I don’t want to hold anything back.”
Sylvie searched his eyes desperately, then threw caution to the wind and kissed him urgently.
Loki was shocked for a split second, then rested his hands gently on her shoulders and pulled her close.
Sylvie sighed with relief at the way his hands grounded her in the moment. She gripped his shirt with one hand and slid the other up to cradle the back of his neck. He moaned and tilted his head to deepen the kiss as one hand moved to her waist to hold her even tighter.
Sylvie pulled back for air, panting with exhilaration and fear, “I still don’t know if I can completely trust you not to betray me…but I know I’ll regret it if I don’t try…” she took a deep breath, “and I know how you make me feel…” her eyes met his nervously and he looked more exposed than she had ever seen him.
“I know… you have difficulty with trust… and I know that my track record is poor…” he inhaled deeply, “but I care about you Sylvie, and I will give you anything of me that you desire…”
Loki brushed her hair back and looked at her with conviction, “we may not have a future past tomorrow, but here, now… I’m yours.”
Sylvie wanted to believe him, even if part of her was screaming to turn and run. She told herself to stop thinking and just enjoy this. She wanted him and he wanted her, right now nothing else mattered.
She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a searing kiss. Loki’s breath caught in his chest and he struggled to catch up. He deepened the kiss as his chest heaved with the intensity of feeling.
Sylvie pressed her body into his with enough force to start him walking backwards. He moaned into her mouth as he pulled her along and they tumbled onto one of the sleeping pads he had conjured. He made a sort of gasping sound as he fell and their lips were parted but Sylvie was on him quickly with desperate kisses.
“Sylvie… Sylvie wait…” he panted between kisses trying to focus. He took hold of her shoulders to make her listen as he tried to think, “we uh, are—are you sure…? I mean… is this what you want?”
Loki’s heart was pounding wildly but he didn’t want Sylvie to make an impulsive decision she might regret later. He didn’t think he could bear it if she were to regret this.
Sylvie looked into his eyes with bold certainty, “I want you… here, now, I want all of you.”
Loki swallowed thickly and gave a nod of understanding, “you have me,” he touched her cheek and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip gently, “all of me.”
Sylvie licked his thumb and sucked it into her mouth making Loki groan with arousal. She hummed around it seductively, enjoying the way his breath hitched and his other hand gripped her thigh.
Loki panted heavily and pulled his thumb out of her mouth to cup her neck and pull her down to kiss him again. He kissed her without reservation and his hips began rising up into her.
Sylvie gasped and moaned into his mouth and started to undress him desperately. Loki ran his hands over her body in hungry exploration as she fumbled to hastily remove her own clothing.
Loki kissed her exposed skin and gasped as Sylvie rolled her hips against him. She sighed and allowed the pleasurable sensation to guide her as his rapidly hardening erection pressed between her legs.
Loki gripped her thighs as she moved over him, helpless to the feeling of her heat grinding against him.
“Sylvie, please,” he breathed raggedly.
She savored the power she had over him as he begged her for relief. She nodded her permission and he magicked the last of their clothing away with a flick off his wrist.
Sylvie ran her hands over his chest appreciatively and slid his length through her wet heat. His breath caught as she guided him to her entrance and pushed the head in carefully.
Sylvie gasped as he entered her and for a moment couldn’t believe she’d waited so long to do this. She had almost forgotten how good it felt, the pleasurable stretch as her body accommodated him. Sylvie pushed a little further down, then lifted the barest amount before sinking even further.
Loki groaned weakly beneath her as she pleasured herself with his cock. He watched enraptured as she swayed and drove him deeper inside her. She was transcendent above him and he felt completely at peace as she rode him luxuriously.
Loki caressed her splayed thighs, gaze following his hands up her sides in awe of her. Sylvie tipped her head back and breathed high and needy sounds as he mapped her pliant body.
“Oh Sylvie…” he murmured breathlessly, “if I die tomorrow—“
“—don’t,” Sylvie whispered, her hand moving to cover his lips gently.
Loki’s eyes were full of emotion and she leaned down to kiss him urgently, hoping her lips would say everything she could not put voice to. They gasped into each other’s mouths at the angle change and Sylvie moaned wantonly.
Loki wrapped his arms around her back to hold her against him and carefully flipped them over. He kissed along her neck as he rolled his body in a fluid motion. Sylvie sighed and wrapped her legs around the small of his back. When he braced his arms above her and looked into her eyes she gazed up at him with affection.
“Sylvie…” he whispered, “tell me… tell me how you want it…” He asked patiently.
Sylvie smiled, “like this…” she said softly, “just like this… just you, and me… nothing else matters.”
Loki looked heartsick and kissed her tenderly as he continued to thrust shallowly above her.
Sylvie wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes, “you can go faster, I won’t break…”
Loki exhaled a laugh, “I might,” before picking up the pace and driving deeper.
The added momentum caused Sylvie to begin moaning wantonly. The feel of him filling her so completely with every thrust was utterly intoxicating and she basked in it.
“Oh Loki, just like that,” she begged helplessly.
The sound of her pleasure made Loki wild with need and he bucked into her harder.
“Yes, yes!” She gasped as the sensation peaked and she trembled in his arms with a broken cry of ecstasy.
Loki panted desperately above her as she climaxed, holding off as long as he could to prolong her pleasure. Sylvie pulled him down to kiss her and his rhythm faltered.
“Come Loki, come for me,” she whispered breathlessly.
Loki groaned at her words and thrust roughly as he buried himself deep and released inside her.
Every part of Loki’s body felt alight with pleasure and he shuddered as he neared overstimulation. His breathing was strained as every muscle tensed with lingering aftershocks.
Sylvie ran her hands in a slow soothing manner up and down his back as Loki returned to himself. Once the tremors subsided, Loki felt a bone-deep exhaustion settle over him and he pulled out to collapse on the floor between the mats.
They lay like that for a few moments panting as they stared at the broken roof above them.
Loki cleared his throat awkwardly and rolled his wrist gently, green light shimmering beneath them as the two sleeping pads were replaced with a larger one. He turned onto his side to face her and waved his hand slowly over her body, a blanket materializing beneath his fingers.
Sylvie hummed as she ran her hand over the blanket, glad that this one was made of a warmer material. She turned onto her side mirroring his position and lifted her head to lean in and kiss him gently.
Loki sighed into the kiss and pulled her a bit closer. When Sylvie lowered her head there was now a modest pillow below it. She grinned and touched his face tenderly in gratitude. Loki raised his hand to cover hers, turning his head to kiss her palm softly before bringing their hands down to interlace between them.
“Look, Sylvie, I uh… I wanted to say… I want you to know …that even if I die tomorrow,” he looked into her eyes then, “I won’t despair… I’ll die satisfied with the knowledge that I finally had something real…”
Sylvie’s heart nearly broke with the sincerity in his voice, knowing that one or both of them might not survive the battle ahead.
“Loki…” she whispered ruefully.
“It’s alright, you don’t need to say anything, I just wanted you to know how much this meant to me… how much you mean to me… just in case,” he smiled genuinely and it brought a tear to her eye.
“Oh Sylvie… I didn’t mean to upset you,” he looked pained, afraid he had done something wrong.
She shook her head and kissed him, breathing softly against his lips.
“You didn’t… just… tell me you’ll stand by me, no matter what,” she said brokenly.
“I will stand by your side for as long as you’ll have me,” he said with conviction, “no matter what happens. No matter the cost.”
Sylvie gave a small nod and kissed him again, sighing with relief, “now, just hold me… if this might be the last night, I want to fall asleep in your arms,” she said softly.
Loki wrapped her in his embrace and exhaled with contentment. Tomorrow might be the end for one or both of them—but here, now, they were whole in each other’s arms.