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"I intend to make you mine."
"Excuse me?"
As you whipped round to find the purring voice behind you, layers of fabric swishing in your wake, you were met with the image of audacity. A gentleman smirked before you, body still leaning forward from whispering in your ear. He straightened himself up and brushed down his immaculate, black three-piece suit, his ebony locks curled round his sharp ivory features, oceanic eyes glinting with amused confidence.
"I said: I intend to make you mine."
He shot you a wicked grin, unabashedly repeating himself as though your question had been genuine, and not a shocked exclamation. You felt yourself grow warm with a blush rising in your cheeks, such a statement was scandalous and presumptuous, yet he repeated it as though the game was already won. Announcing it proudly to the crowded, candle-lit room of partygoers.
"You forget yourself sir." You hiss in as measured a tone as you can muster.
Few men approached you, few men dared approach you. You were the storm, the unruly, insolent, bane of your bloodline. The few fools who tried to tame you suffered dearly. Stubborn they called you, complaining that your tongue and affections were prickly at best, but the God's had not blessed you with your sharp wit and tongue for you to allow anyone to dull your blade. Yet here this man was, glowing in the warm light of the many flames surrounding you, brazen and undeterred.
"I forget nothing, how could I when it concerns such a unique creature as you?"
His timbre was low, seducing. It made his words seem like a flattery, tempting you to allow such cheek to pass, but your critics were right about one thing, you were indeed stubborn.
"Creature sir? I am not an object or oddity to be collected and kept as an animal in a zoo."
You raised a daring brow at him, a warning shot that you were not to be toyed with, and yet his smile only broadened, his amusement deepening. You had to admit, it was refreshing to be approached so confidently, you had long frightened off many of the men who came your way, and you missed the opportunity to send them off, tail between their legs.
"I advise you speak candidly sir; I have little patience for those who waste my time." Your tone was laced with indifference, but your traitorous eyes met his with a similar mischief. At your harsh words the unnamed gentlemen formed an "o" with his mouth, imitating a mock injury with a single palm pressed to his solid chest.
"Ooo, I had heard the kitten had claws… and I find that I am not disappointed. I have observed you long enough to know you do not lack intelligence, so I wonder how much I truly need to simplify this for you."
With that he leaned forward, lips a hair's breadth from your ear as he spoke.
"My intentions are clear, and today kitten, my intention is you."
You had refused to back down when he leaned forward, but now you wished you had as an involuntary shiver ran through you. He rose to full height again, laughter in his eyes at your predicament, and you suddenly became aware of how much taller this man was compared to you. How much larger his own air of authority made him, producing space around him as though he physically took up the room. Nevertheless, you allowed your shock to seethe into anger, ignoring the blush in your cheeks and pointedly stepping toward the imposing figure.
"If you have heard of my claws sir, as you put it, you would do yourself well to never call me by such names of familiarity. I don't even know yours, nor do I ca-"
As you spoke you had been turning to leave, your full body away from him and a hand in your skirt so that you might storm off with greater ease, but a large hand darted out to grip your wrist in a firm grasp.
"Loki. My name is Loki. There, now we are more familiar."
You looked between him and the hand grasping your wrist with rage across your features, but before more words could be spoken between you he released his hold, shooting you a toothy grin. He began to back away, swaggering into the crowds behind him, a distant "See you later kitten" reaching your ears before he disappeared from sight.
You hadn’t seen him for quite a while as the party entered full swing. That was your cue to leave, having had enough of the revelry and having little patience for the false niceties bestowed on you by most of the guests. Alas, there was one more obstacle to overcome… the dancefloor. The main exit lay on the other side of the dance floor in the golden ballroom and, with the narrow edge around the dancing ladies and their gentlemen congested, the only choice was to cut through the middle, avoiding the swirl and sway of the complex group dances. You took a deep breath and stepped into the fray, the dancers moving in and out with such synchronicity they may have been confused for one single organism that breathed itself to life, going in and out and repeating. The distance between you and freedom was quickly shortening as you ducked and weaved through, the final stretch well in sight when a hand wrapped around your waist and twirled you around. You gasped in shock and fury as your eyes met his green ones. Loki. He twirled you around and quickly moved you so that you were in the perfect position to waltz, pressing you much closer than was necessary to his firm chest.
“Why hello again kitten. Would you like to dance?” He said with that smirking, smarmy smile of his.
“No, I would not.” You replied with indignation.
“Too bad.”
And with that he began to lead you, spinning you all around the ballroom with flawless grace, all the while holding you in a fiery intense gaze that made you want to look away. You wanted so badly to give up the battle with his intense gaze, but your pride would not allow it, so instead you looked right into his eyes, and you began to drown in them as he continued to grin.
“What makes you think you can do this? Have you no shame?”
“Shame?” He pondered. “Never. What makes me think I can do this? Well years of training in dance for starters.”
You huffed at his sarcasm, knowing full well he knew that was not what you had meant, yet part of you found his clever quips entertaining.
“You cannot simply drag me along with you.”
He bent down to your ear again- the habit becoming rapidly too familiar with you- to growl in that velvety voice, “I do what I want.”
Once more a shiver ran down your spine and he chuckled low in your ear, the amount of time he spent there becoming indecent.
“Do you feel that? The sparks of electricity running through you at my touch, my words, my control, my power. When given the choice you would have missed out on that feeling. By the time tonight is over however, you will choose to become mine, because I know what it is you crave.”
“A-and what is that?” You hated the crack in your voice, your throat suddenly finding itself exceedingly dry.
You heard him draw a breath, it felt like a rush of air felt before toppling into an abyss of unknown depth. As his breath was drawn yours was taken. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear and your heart thundered in your chest, you were so close to the answer, so close to falling off that ledge…
Suddenly Loki pulled away smirking, his tongue licking over his bottom lip before it was followed by his index finger, drawing your eyes to his pink lips. He walked backwards, somehow not bumping into a single dancer on his way, as though they parted for him, danced around him, as though he were the centre of the universe, though his eyes were trained on you. His arms were held outwards in an open gesture, it was a challenge, the same as the snake bestowed upon Eve in Eden, ‘do you dare seek that knowledge?’ Your questioned was answered by your treacherous feet as they took steps towards him, following him as though bewitched, though under the guise of fury. Briefly you glanced back at the exit, perhaps you should go, but another part of you liked the danger. Indeed, that is exactly what this felt like. Danger.
You followed him to a hall far from the revelry before you lost sight of him, and you were left to wonder aimlessly in the dark. Clearly no one was expected to be down here. You were ready to turn back, to abandon this and remember your anger at this lascivious man, but you found your gaze drawn to a door covered in ivy. The floor was littered with autumn leaves as though you were in a garden rather than a house, a curious sight indeed. You ran your fingers along some of the waxy leaves before applying pressure to the door, and to your surprise it creaked open, allowing you to slip through. Inside was a hexagonal room filled with wall-to-wall mirrors, the reflection of yourself projected back to you infinitely. In the corners small trees grew, more leaves littering the floor and moss carpeting the ground, the sight so surreal your eyes struggled to believe anyone would have such a room in their home. You closed your eyes, attempting to commit this to memory and calm your heart that still raced, you couldn’t understand why, you were alone here. Rustling. The sound of rustling and heat behind you. Your eyes shot open and behind you he stood.
“For someone who acts so reluctant to be in my company, it didn’t take much for you to follow me.” He purred, his glowing gaze finding yours in the reflection of the mirror before you.
A large pale hand began tracing its way around your waist, while the other settled around your neck, thumb firmly messaging your pulse point and causing your breath to hitch. His smirk was wild as he regarded you.
“Such a very pretty thing you are.”
With a burst of defiance you broke free of his hold on you, whipping around to face his true self. “A thing I am not sir.”
His cocky demeanour shifted slightly, a strange look entering his eyes that had you disarmed.
“No. Indeed you are not a thing, though you are the object of my desires.” He began stalking forward, and unlike earlier, you immediately began stepping back, right until your back hit a mirror. His arms came to rest beside your head, caging you in as he ran his nose along your neck, he could practically feel your veins vibrating with your rapid heartbeat. “No not a thing, My thing. My pretty, little, feral thing.”
Your head felt woozy as the heady mix of pine, leather and frankincense filled your nostrils, and your head lolled backwards to rest against the mirror, exposing more of your neck for him to run his nose along. He pressed a feather-light kiss to your neck before he pulled back, you stumbling forward with the momentum with which he left, caught in his tailwind. As he stood at a small distance from you, you found you greatly missed his presence, and your breathing heaved as you tried to regain yourself. He stood up straight, a serious look finally upon his face.
“But… I have no interest in taking what you do not desire to give.” His voice seemed earnest, eyes sincere, much different than the man who had hunted you all night, so determined to make you his. “What do you say kitten? Would you like to know what it is you yearn for? Would you like me to show you? I warn you though, once I do, I will have claimed you as my own in the process.” His lip curled at the corner at that last part, yet in all his speech you realised he had spoken much more slowly, much more carefully than before. It felt like he was giving you time to recover, time to consider with a clear mind, and worse… time to hunger.
You looked upon the face of the gorgeous demon before you, your mother had always warned you that the devil would not have horns, red skin and a curly beard. No, instead he would be hidden in the face of beauty. The devil was a seducer, and far more flies are caught with honey than with vinegar. But even with his lip upturned, revelling in his own confident assuredness of your answer, certain that he could make you his, you could see that if you dismissed him now, he would leave. He was a scandalous rascal, a vagabond, but he was not a monster. At least you thought that he wasn’t. You had been staring for a while when he let out a slight sigh, before inclining his head toward you with a fond smirk.
“Very well kitten, goodnight.” And to your unexpected horror he turned to leave.
“Wait!” You had to know, what sinful secret did he hold over you? Yet the sound of your own voice still shocked you. You saw the subtle movement of his cheeks, the mirrors revealing his barely suppressed grin. He turned on his heels, approaching you once more, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned forward teasingly.
“Why what is it little kitten?”
“I- Umm I-” Your words failed you; you had no idea how to put your own desires into words, your brain seemed to have become smooth under his treatment, only serving to elicit a dark chuckle from him, eyes glinting with amusement.
“My poor little thing, do you want me to reveal the secrets you have hidden even from yourself? Do you want me to take you? Ruin you? Claim you?”
With wide, doe eyes you nodded, and he tilted his head with a sharp-tooth grin. The look he held was so smarmy it almost reignited your anger, you wanted to smack the smug look of success off his gorgeous face, but you feared if you drew yourself forward to do just that, you would only end up further ensnared in his guile.
“I need you to say it pet, speak the words to me. Will you be mine?”
You gulped hard, you needed the momentary courage to sell your soul once and for all, letting go of your pride. “I… I will. M-make me yours… please.”
Loki’s eyes became so dilated, they were almost entirely black, narrow flecks of green being all that was left of his irises. Then, without warning, he surged forward to press his lips to yours. His kiss was fiery, passionate, and dominating, his tongue entering your mouth when you gasped. His hand once again wrapped around your neck while the other held your hip fast, your own hands finding their way into his silky locks. The kiss only deepened, intense and almost frightening as he began pushing you backward to be pressed against the mirror once more, the hand around your throat working into your hair and pulling. You let out a delicious moan. It was only then that he released the kiss, allowing you to breathe as he smiled, still hovering over your lips and laughing menacingly. The hand in your hair moved your head to expose your neck more to him, allowing him to launch an attack of kisses and bites on the skin as his other hand pressed your now arching back further against him. Such a wonderful melody of your gentle moans filled his ears, he could hardly wait to hear the rest of your symphony.
“I’m rather afraid you never stood a chance my dear, this was always to be your fate.” He breathed in your ear.
“You were going to leave; you were going to fail.” You protested weakly; your point enfeebled by the gasp that left you as he nibbled your ear.
“Oh no my feisty kitten, no I knew you wouldn’t be able to allow such a thing. Even if you had, I would have lured you eventually, I am capable of being exceedingly patient when I want to be.” He growled; voice full of a sinister taunting that hid behind a velvety, enticing tone.
Perhaps you were wrong… would he truly have never let you go? Even if he allowed you from the room, would he have truly pursued you further beyond the doors? The thought should have frightened you, but instead it added fuel to the fire growing within. You had to take away that smirk you heard in his voice, rebel even just a little bit, so you palmed the growing hardness in his trousers causing him to hiss. You smiled darkly at your interruption of his self-aggrandising speech, but your own victory was short lived as the hand around you found your throat again, and his knee pressed itself between your legs, rubbing tantalisingly at the apex of your thighs and making you squirm. His hand in your hair fisted to the side of your head. He brought his face before yours, leaning down to do so, his eyes manic. The look on his face told you he enjoyed it, he loved your resistance, your fire, and you found an odd sense of pride in the hungry way he looked at you as he snickered, before kissing you fiercely once more and robbing the triumphant smile from your face, replacing it with kiss-swollen lips. He bit down on your bottom lip, drawing it out before letting it go so it snapped back into place.
“Mmmm…” Licking at your skin. “So spirited.” Grazing his teeth over your jawline. “I love it.” Adjusting his knee so it grazed where you needed him most even more deliciously. “It drew me to you precious thing…” His fisted hand moving down to begin to undress you. “But what cemented my need for you...” The hand around your throat squeezed slightly and you sighed. “Was the thirst I saw within you…” Finally, he brought his mouth back to your ear so that he could whisper, wanting not even spirits to hear his next utterance. “You desire to submit...” He pressed his thumb to your clit and you cried out, bucking your hips, shamelessly attempting to ride his thigh. “But not to any common man, no you are far too magnificent for that.” The hand around your throat trailed down your now bare skin to play with your breasts, the nipples already erect in the cold air. “A fire like yours could only ever bend to the will of a God.”
In that instant, the immaculate suit he wore melted away in a green glow, revealing a shining golden armour bathed in ethereal light, a horned crown adorning his head as you panted, still writhing on his muscular thigh. He smiled widely at your expression of shock, and even moreso at your inability to control your body any longer. “You’ve given yourself to a God kitten, and now you are mine for eternity. Mine.”
He held your hips still against the mirror wall as he removed his leg from between yours, kissing you as a reward for your whines at the loss. By the time your lips parted you could no longer remember how to breathe independently of him, and it was only then that you realised you were utterly terrified. You were terrified of how quickly you had fallen, and you were terrified of how quickly you were losing control. As if sensing your rising panic, Loki suddenly gentled, cooing softly and holding you a great deal more gently.
“Ssshhh my brave little thing, shhhhhh. That’s it, relax.” Thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hip bones.
The shift in his personality was jarring and sudden, but it was exactly what you needed. As quickly as it appeared, the armour on his body began to melt away, leaving him in laced up leather trousers only. With a firm hand he guided you to touch his impressively muscular, lean form, he was still clearly in control, but he allowed you to explore him. Tentatively, you ran your hands all along his skin, committing every dip and rise to memory, feeling the strong sinew of muscle beneath smooth skin. Your vision tunnelled to your exploration, and you breathed him in deeply, it grounded you. Loki’s subtly hitching breath at your quiet ministrations gave you back a sense of power, allowing you to feel less in a hopeless freefall and more like you were deep diving into a body of water. You were undoubtedly still falling from the heavens, but you were held and supported by the water around you. The water in question had now grabbed your wrists, halting your path, though it did not stop you pressing light kisses along his torso. Finally, a cheeky smile graced your lips, though it could not distract from the hazy glaze that had begun to grow in your eyes. It was this that had Loki’s eyes becoming dark and devious once more. You were ready.
“Good girl. So sweet for me.”
You shivered and found yourself preening at his husky, lust-filled voice, and you whimpered when he aggressively brought your wrists above your head. His demeanour was domineering and predatory, the glaze in your eyes growing with every movement he made, every rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, every time he licked his lips as if he was about to devour you.
“Now kneel. Kneel for me kitten. Worship me as a God should be and you shall be rewarded with pleasure only I could give you.”
Slowly you sunk to your knees, guided by the arms he held above your head still, bare before him. You looked up at him through your lashes with such an appetite, he hardened impossibly further, straining in his trousers.
“Arms behind your back pet.”
His commands left no room for debate, but in this moment debate may as well have been a foreign concept. All you could see, all you knew, was Loki, his stern commands, and your overwhelming desire. You crossed your arms behind you as ordered, pushing out your breasts as you did, causing him to groan at the exquisite site before him. His hands found the laces of his trousers and he slowly began to unfasten them, his pace infuriatingly slow as you clenched your thighs in anticipation. All your little sounds of desperation made it monumentally difficult for Loki to restrain himself, he thought he might have to punish you for that later, or perhaps reward you for how intoxicating it was, how delectable. Perhaps he would do both. He watched carefully as you became entranced by his cock as it was finally released from its confines, rock hard and flushed, and he took great satisfaction in how you rubbed your thighs together to try to alleviate your growing ache.
“You look famished kitten, why don’t you have a taste?” He teased.
Loki had to suppress more groans as you looked up at him, the innocent look you gave him. You had entered a submissive space, and it was enough to drive him to insanity knowing he brought you to that brink, only for you to dive over the edge so eagerly.
Gently you leaned forward, kitten-licking the tip, eyes focused on his face as you tested his reactions, so unsure. It was adorable. When his breathing stuttered it increased your confidence, and you suddenly licked a stripe from the base to the tip. Loki’s loud guttural moan in response made your heart flutter, and you leaned into his hand as he brought it to hold the side of your head, guiding you to continue as he pressed his cock to your lips, precum leaking onto them as you licked it away with a sigh. Next thing you knew you were working him into your mouth, starting by sucking on the head with fluttering eyes, relaxing as you savoured the taste and weight of him on your tongue. Loki’s breathing was intense as you unintentionally teased, but he waited patiently for you to open your eyes again before guiding you to take more of him. The way you savoured him, the way his cock brought such comfort to you… if he had not already intended to keep you, he certainly would have after this.
“Go on pet, you’re doing so good for me. You want more don’t you?”
You tried to nod but your movement was restricted by his cock in your mouth and his hands around your head, so instead you hummed. The vibration went straight through his cock like a lightning bolt, sending his hips bucking forward and jabbing the back of your throat, causing you to cough and splutter. Loki considered himself to be many things, sly and often villainaous, hedonistic to say the least… but he was not unreasonable. Quickly he removed his throbbing shaft from you, letting you breathe and recover from your coughing fit. Tenderly he caressed your head, soothing you, and only when you were suitably recovered did he speak again.
“What’s wrong dear? Can’t take me? How very disappointing.” He lips curled viciously as he goaded.
Even through your submissive haze you were not lost, shooting a glare back at him at the challenge, still as wilful as ever. In the blink of an eye you were on him, hands still behind your back, taking him further down until his length hit the back of your throat again, tears pricked at your eyes as you struggled but you were thoroughly satisfied by his uncontrolled cry of pleasure.
“Ah! That’s it! Breathe through your nose, relax your jaw, let me use y-“
He was aggressively cut off by his own needy moan as you suddenly hollowed your cheeks and swallowed around him. He was hunched over you as he began moving your head back and forth over him, with you following his guidance like the good girl you were, even as tears dripped down your face. Loki held back from being too rough, no, that was for another time, but he certainly used your tight little throat to his advantage.
When his length began rhythmically pulsing in your throat he suddenly pulled you off him, a harsh grunt leaving his throat as it seemed to take all his effort to do so. He pulled you up and kissed you with fervour, whispering into your mouth between his ragged breaths.
“So good pet. Such a good girl. You did so well.”
All the while his dexterous fingers found your folds and began to skirt around your opening. He laughed maniacally as you gasped, before two fingers entered you, curling and scissoring inside. He held you against him as he watched your face carefully, a perverted, self-satisfied smile on his lips as he stretched you, finding all the secret spots as of yet untouched. A pressure built within you with every pump and curl, burning and spreading like a fire in the underbrush, it had you breathing as though you feared each would be your last. It grew and grew, only matched by the growing delirium in Loki’s eyes. When his fingers paused you whined, before his other hand gripped your face. The look he gave was sharper than any blade.
“You will not come until I allow it.”
Then he dropped to his knees, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder as he dived into your slick, licking and lapping as though he had been wandering the desert with no drop of moisture to be seen. He was a God starved as his tongue worked at you, stimulating your clit with the accompaniment of the renewed vigour of his fingers. There was a coil inside you, it wrapped around itself and stretch as your pleasure grew, your legs trembling, and eyes screwed shut. There was a wave coming and you feared you could not stop it.
“Loki I- I can’t… “
Loki smirked against your skin as he felt you tighten around his fingers.
“Go on my darling, come for me.”
With a final harsh suck you saw white, your orgasm washing over you in tidal waves as you silently screamed, all the while his relentless fingers worked you through it. It was only when every movement he made caused aftershocks to wrack your body that you regretfully squirmed, trying to escape. It wasn’t until he scoffed at your pitiful whines that he removed his fingers, carefully placing your leg down, and supporting your exhausted body as he rose to his feet. Every touch of his felt like lightning, and you desperately tried to avoid fixating on him calling you his darling, your mind was mush as it is. He felt your skin positively twitching where it met his own as he brought your arms to wrap around his neck.
“So very sensitive kitten.” He chuckled, running his hands all over you as he elicited delicious whimpers. “Oh my poor, poor exhausted kitten… I would let you rest, but I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet.”
Before you could ask what he meant, his hands lifted your thighs, causing your legs to wrap around his waist, his still hard length rubbing against you and making more noises escape you. He rubbed you up and down over him, covering his length in your slick before pressing his head to your entrance. Your breathing picked up, eyes widening in nervous fright. A single hand came up to brush hair out of your face, smoothing over your nose, lips and cheekbones.
“Shhh now. Your mine little one, that means I won’t damage. You have my protection, and any pain afforded you will only be that which leads through the gateway to pleasure. Do you understand?”
You ignored him, too focused on the sound of blood rushing in your ears, until he lightly bit at your jaw and said your new name again.
“My darling, do you understand?”
Your eyes finally focused on him as you took deep breaths, and once more the sincere look was back in his gaze. You nodded, allowing the swirling colours of his eyes to calm you apprehension.
“Shall we continue?”
He was such a confusing man… or God rather. He had stated he would not take what you would not give, but his earlier words had also suggested he would not allow your escape… You wondered if he donned many masks, which words were the true ones? But, looking at him you felt the affectionate one before you now, that was the one he hid, the one that was true. As if he could feel you reading him he smiled, this time fond, as though he knew he had been seen, and you realised you felt decidedly safe in his arms. You nodded before remembering he liked you to use your words, and you were thankful he had forgiven your previous slip.
“Yes Loki… I trust you.”
He looked shocked by you admission before he recovered.
“Good girl.”
Then he was pressing into you, soothing your discomfort with cooed words of praise and affirmations, more adoring than any you had ever heard. From his erratic breathing this was very difficult, but still he restrained himself, going slowly and distracting you until he was buried fully to the hilt, you had never felt so full. Then he began to thrust slowly in and out, the sensation wholly knew and unexpected, the pain at his well-endowed size ebbing away in the flow of pleasure. He was taking you with a slow benevolence, sharply contrasting his harsher dominance from before. It made you feel like you were falling, but it was too early for such things. Or perhaps too late.
“Please more, please Loki.”
He kissed you, relishing in your hungry begging as he began to deepen his thrusts and pick up speed, pressing your back against a mirror for more leverage. He fondles your breasts and swiped at your clit, further increasing your ecstasy. He halted abruptly to lay you down on the ground, still buried deep within you, pushing you into the sot, moss-covered ground as he hit a new spot within you that had you scream out his name, and sparking a deviant glint in his eyes.
“That’s right kitten, scream for me.”
He pounded into you, each movement sending you spiralling closer to coming undone once again. Loki grunted, chanting your name like a reverent prayer.
“So tight, you’re almost strangling my cock.”
His eyes were almost aglow.
“Oh you like that? You like hearing what you do to me, I can tell by the way you tightened further around me, drawing me in. Well then little thing, you should know that you drive me to lose my senses, your warmth makes my insides burn for you, and in you I find my dreams and desires made real.”
You were both interrupted by your simultaneous moans as you clenched around him at his words, you could feel every inch of him ruining you.
“Keep doing that and I will be unable to hold back, I will paint your insides with my seed, ruining you for all others. Not that I will allow anyone but me to have you, no, I seem to recall telling you you’re mine for eternity kitten. Your reactions tell me you are far from appalled by any of that however.”
“Please Loki, please let me come. Come with me please, I’m yours I swear it.”
Something like pride entered his features as he kissed you fiercely.
“Go on my darling, give me what I have earned. Come for me.”
With that he sucked into your neck harsh enough to leave marks. You cried out his name so loud you thought it would shake the building, your orgasm more intense and explosive than the last, and after a few sharp thrusts Loki followed after, only enhancing your pleasure. You were both shuddering when he pulled out with a groan, lying to your side and pulling you into his arms. He cooed and shushed you, guiding you once again through each aftershock. He conjured a blanket and lay it over the top of the both of you as you passed out with exhaustion.
After a long time, you opened your eyes to find him smiling down at you warmly, but apprehension crossed his features as you took a moment to process your current situation. His arms around you were intentionally loose, allowing you to escape… recoil… if you so choose, but instead you snuggled in deeper to his chest. A relieved sigh escaped unbidden from his lips as he kissed your forehead.
“You sir, are a salacious, impertinent rascal.” You drawled lazily, a sleepy smile on you face.
Loki couldn’t help but bark laughter at that.
“Oh am I now?”
“Quite iniquitous.”
“I rather believe that you are the iniquitous one kitten.” He stated smugly.
“In what way sir?” You inquired aghast.
“Tempting a God, making him pursue you, driving him mad. Awfully unfair of you.”
“I did no such thing! I didn’t make you do anything.”
He chuckled, caressing your face as a serious look entered his own. “Perhaps. I hope you can say you feel the same.
You softened. He was worried and it was sweet. Instead of answering you snuggled in closer, pressing a kiss to his still bare chest, though you noticed he had somehow gotten you both in undergarments. “Yes Loki, I do.”
He held you ever tighter as he spoke his next words. “You are mine, however, I would like to court you properly if you like. I know how important such things are here on Midgard. Then in a similar way others may know I am yours.”
Loki felt your smile grow against the skin of his chest. “I would like that very much, though I warn you I will make it far from easy. I don’t let many approach me in such a capacity.”
Loki pulled back, meeting your challenging eyes with his own, dark and dominant.
“Oh my darling kitten, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. But very well, challenge accepted sweet thing. Let the games begin.”