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Although you were thoroughly enjoying your time on Midgard you noticed that the trip was taking its toll on Loki. After everything that had happened over the past few years it was understandable that he would be anxious but it wasn’t until recently that you noticed how tired he was. Whenever the two of you were in public he was constantly on high alert, checking the surroundings and making sure that you were within sight at all times. Even though he would never admit it, the constant stress was not only stealing his enjoyment of the places you visited but it was driving him to the point of exhaustion. More than once you asked if he wanted to go home but he turned the question around, asking you if you wanted to leave. After so much time hiding from the world it was wonderful to travel again but as each day passed you felt worse and worse. The dark circles under his eyes were hard to miss and the muscles of his back and shoulders didn’t even relax in sleep.

He was surprised when you stated that you wanted to go somewhere secluded instead of a busy city but quickly found a comfortable cabin that was surrounded by nothing but forest for miles. You didn’t even know what country you were in but you didn’t care. The isolation seemed to ease his mind and it was nice to wake up in the morning with nothing to do. Over the past few days you had gone on hikes in the area, finding hidden gems such as a waterfall that turned gold at sunset or what seemed to be a perfect staircase formed naturally that led to a breathtaking overlook. The activity that you enjoyed the most was sitting on the porch swing in relative silence while watching the various wildlife that wandered by.

This morning when you woke the sky was overcast and it took you a few moments to get your bearings without the warm sunlight spilling into the room. You woke before Loki and slipped out of the bedroom. After staring out of the large picture window for several minutes an idea popped into your head. Loki was always taking care of you but today you were going to take care of him.

An hour later you walked into the bedroom carrying a tray laden with a hearty breakfast. The mage was just beginning to stir and his eyes widened in surprise when you sat the tray on the bed, using your magic to hold it steady.

“What’s this?”

“Breakfast.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I can see that but we rarely have breakfast in bed. What’s the occasion?”

“You.” A dark eyebrow rose. “You are always taking care of me and I thought it was time that I returned the favor.”

As you watched a dozen emotions flashed across Loki’s face and you knew he wanted to say that he was happy to take care of you and that it was never a burden but in the end he simply smiled. “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome. Now go on and eat, your eggs are getting cold.”

After breakfast Loki stated that he wasn’t ready to get up yet so the two of you slid beneath the blankets and you pulled him close, his head resting on your chest. You carded your fingers through his hair as you told stories from your youth. Loki knew all of the tales but you felt him begin to relax and eventually his slow breaths told you that he had fallen asleep. You were more than content to simply lay with him and dozed off and on for the next couple of hours. It was nearly noon before the two of you finally rose and you could tell that the extra rest had done Loki well. His eyes were brighter and his smile wider as you discussed what to do for the remainder of the day.

The sky only grew darker and by noon a gentle rain began to fall. Soon the gentle rain morphed into a powerful thunderstorm with booming peals of thunder and brilliant lightning slashing through the sky. For most of the afternoon you read while Loki watched the ridiculous Midgardian invention, television. It was too loud and chaotic for you but you were married to the literal god of chaos and Loki loved it. Often you would hear his laughter floating in from the other room and you couldn’t help but smile. You had missed his laughter as much as he had missed yours.

As evening fell you slipped into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Loki insisted on helping but you shooed him away. He compromised by sitting at the breakfast bar with a glass of wine to keep you company as you cooked. The meal was simple but Loki didn’t seem to mind, linking his fingers with yours and pressing a kiss to your knuckles to show his appreciation. After dinner he caught your waist and kissed you deeply, thanking you for a lovely day.

You grinned and teased the hair at the nape of his neck. “Who said the day was over?”

The brilliant eyes sparkled with interest. “What are you up to, pet?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Loki took a large step forward and your back suddenly met the wall. Crowding you, he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to give me a hint?”

Though you were tempted to let him pin you against the wall and have his way with you, you had plans. “Anticipation is part of the fun. Now go and relax.”

Turning back to the table you began to gather the dishes from dinner and carried them towards the kitchen. You jumped as a loud peal of thunder made the windows rattle and nearly dropped the stack of dishes you were carrying. Immediately Loki was there, steadying you and placing a reassuring hand on your back. You gave him a sheepish smile. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

Shaking your head you carefully placed the dishes on the counter near the sink. “I told you, I want you to relax. The books on the shelves in the living room look interesting or maybe that horrid program you like with the man screaming at the kitchen staff will be playing.”

Loki grinned. “You have to admit that it’s entertaining.”

Rolling your eyes you ushered him out of the kitchen. “Go on, you menace. I’ll join you shortly.”

It didn’t take you long to do the dishes but instead of joining Loki you quietly slipped into the bedroom. The cabin you currently occupied had a large sunken bathtub with the same type of jets as the hot tub you’d fallen in love with in Norway. It wasn’t as large but there was enough room for Loki to stretch out comfortably. After starting the water you poured in a sweet smelling oil from one of the many vials in your bag and a soap that caused millions of bubbles to gather on the surface of the water. The oil was one often used after a strenuous training session to soothe sore muscles and encourage the body to relax. Flipping off the harsh overhead light you waved your hand and several witchlights flared to life. The room was bathed in a warm glow and after hitting the button that started the jets you made your way into the bedroom.

After stacking the pillows on a nearby chair you pulled a large blanket from the closet and spread it across the bed. Digging through your bag you grabbed another small bottle of oil and placed it on the bedside table before twisting your fingers. A dozen more witchlights flared to life as you doused the artificial lights. Looking around the space you nodded in satisfaction. It wasn’t as opulent as Loki’s chambers on Asgard or your bedroom at your seaside home but it would do.

As quietly as possible you closed the bedroom door behind you and headed towards the living room. To your surprise Loki wasn’t on the couch in front of the television, he was sitting in a large wingback chair near the window. A book was propped open on his lap but his focus was outside, watching as the storm raged. After a few moments he felt your presence and a smile touched his lips when he saw you standing in the doorway.

“There you are. Surely there weren’t that many dishes?”

You laughed softly. “No but there were other things I needed to attend to.”

Loki looked intrigued. “Such as?”

“I told you earlier that your day of relaxation wasn’t over yet.”

“What are you up to, pet?”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorway. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

Loki’s eyes flashed and before you knew it he was in front of you, one hand on the doorframe while the other gripped your hip possessively. “You know I don’t like secrets, love.”

“For the god of lies you’re doing a terrible job. And it’s not a secret, it’s a surprise.” You gently grasped the front of his shirt and took a step backwards. “Come on.”

The mage allowed you to guide him down the hall and his eyes darkened with every step that you took towards the bedroom. Feeling him tense and you quickly grabbed the doorknob before he could pin you against the door. You knew that look in his eye all too well and knew that all of your preparations would be in vain if he got his hands on you.

Loki reached for you as you slipped into the bedroom then paused, taking in the sight. Standing to the side you were suddenly nervous as your husband slowly walked through the dimly lit room, his eyebrow arching in surprise when he glanced into the bathroom and saw the warm glow accompanied by the low rumble of the jets in the bathtub. Turning, he said your name; confusion and surprise touching his words.

“What is all of this?”

You twisted your hands together nervously. “I know how stressed and exhausted you’ve been lately. Everywhere we go you’re on high alert, making sure I’m safe.” Holding up a hand, you halted his words. “Trust me, I appreciate it. I know that no matter what you’ll make sure that I’m safe. But…” You chewed on your lower lip and pointedly avoided his eyes. “But I want you to relax and enjoy this trip too. I just thought I’d give you a day where you didn’t have to stress or worry or think about what to do next. It’s nothing compared to what you do for me and…and…” Your words trailed off and suddenly the soft carpet was incredibly interesting.

Through the bond you could feel Loki’s emotions swirling wildly and knew that you had said too much. After your admission he’d likely want to sit and talk with you instead of enjoying the evening. Before you could turn away two warm hands were gently grasping your arms. “Whatever you’re thinking you’re wrong.” That was not what you were expecting and your head snapped up. The look on your husband’s face was one that still made your heart flutter in excitement. “Today has been wonderful. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Swallowing hard you shoved away the dark thoughts that were threatening to bubble to the surface and reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Loki’s ear. His arms shifted to wrap around your waist and you stood on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “The day isn’t over yet.”

Feeling the mood shift and lighten Loki nodded towards the bathroom. “Will you be joining me?” To his surprise you shook your head and though he would deny it he definitely pouted. “Why not?”

“Because I want you to relax. We both know that if I climb into that tub with you what happens next will be less than relaxing.”

The mage’s arms tightened, pulling you close until there was no room left between you. He lowered his head until he could press a kiss to your neck. “True but we’ll both be very, very relaxed after.”

Tipping your head to the side you enjoyed the feel of his lips on your skin for a moment before gathering every bit of self control you could cling to and taking a step back. “Go on before the water gets cold.”

For a moment you thought he was going to protest then he sighed and nodded. You were preparing to move away but Loki held your eyes as his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. With each inch of skin that appeared your heartbeat began to speed up. You’d seen Loki in various states of undress hundreds of times but something in his gaze kept you rooted to the spot. The brilliant green eyes never left yours as he shrugged the material to the ground before reaching for his belt. You swallowed hard as the leather slipped through the loops then hit the floor with an almost inaudible ‘thump’. At your side your hands turned into fists as he unfastened then worked his pants past his narrow hips. He was already half hard just from your teasing and heat suddenly flooded your body. After a long moment Loki gave you a wicked grin then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Closing your eyes you counted to then, then to fifty then to fifty again before you finally convinced yourself not to follow your husband into the bathroom. You could feel his amusement through the bond and after making a rude gesture towards the door you stomped your way towards the kitchen, you needed a drink.

To your surprise Loki stayed in the bath for the better part of an hour. Part of you wondered if he would stay for only a few minutes to appease you but as the minutes ticked by you began to relax as well. You were halfway through a rather scandalous novel you’d found on the bookshelf when the bathroom door opened. Loki’s hair was damp and curled from the steam, a drop or two of water slowly dripping down his chest. A towel was slung around his hips and you could tell from his posture that much of the stress he was carrying had dissipated.

“Feel better?” You asked while uncurling from the chair. Loki nodded but didn’t reply as he took in your outfit. It was rather simple and common on the realm. A shirt with straps so thin you wondered how they were holding the top up and a pair of shorts that truly lived up to their name, the hem stopping a couple of inches below your backside. Both pieces were gray, extremely soft and clung to your every curve. Midgardian clothing was confusing but you had to admit that they were comfortable. “Excellent. Now go and lay down on your stomach.”

A dark eyebrow rose. “Why?”

“Just do as you’re told.”

“But what’s the fun in that?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Please?”

“Very well. With or without the towel?”

“I’ve never known you to be modest but you choose.” After a beat Loki tossed the towel to the side and stretched out on the bed, settling his head onto his crossed arms. Grabbing the bottle from the nightstand you settled on your knees next to him on the bed. Soon the sweet scent of the oil filled the room and though he knew what was coming Loki still sighed when your hands smoothed across his back.

Starting at his neck you brushed his hair to the side as you worked your thumbs into his skin. You went slowly, not moving downwards until you felt every muscle relax. When your hands found his shoulders he tried to hide a wince and failed. You knew this was where he carried most of his stress, his muscles always tensed in preparation for a fight. Soft violet light flared against his skin as you used your magic along with a steady touch to gently ease the tense muscles. It took longer than expected but eventually you felt him relax. Repeating the process you worked patiently until his upper body all but sank into the bed.

Moving lower you worked the knots out on each side of his spine but the angle was off. Swinging one leg over him, you straddled his hips. Immediately his hips rocked up to meet you but you shoved them back down. “Behave.”

His chuckle was muffled by his arms but you could feel it beneath your hands. “Sorry, love,” The laughter stopped abruptly when you pressed your thumb into a stubborn knot and you murmured an apology while letting your magic sink into his skin.

Time slipped away as you continued your massage. Soon his skin began to glow in the dim light from the oil and though he was relaxed he’d not so subtly began to rock his hips into the bedding each time you shifted above him. Eventually every inch of his back from head to toe had been massaged and after placing the bottle back on the nightstand you urged him to roll over. You were still straddling his thighs and gave him a lopsided grin as he blinked his eyes to adjust to the light.

“I thought you were supposed to be relaxing.” His cock was hard and resting against his stomach, the head flushed a deep red.

Loki shrugged. “A beautiful woman was straddling me while giving me a massage, who can blame me?”

Without breaking his gaze you wrapped your fingers around him and gave him a slow stroke. Your hand was still slick from the oil and his head tipped back as a low groan left his lips. “It looks like I didn’t do a very good job helping you relax, allow me to remedy that.”

“Darling, you…”

“Hush and let me take care of you.”

You began a steady rhythm, not too fast, watching his face to gauge his reactions. His hands grasped the blankets at his side as his eyes fluttered closed, losing himself in your touch. Adding a twist at the top of each stroke his hips began to rock and you encouraged the movement, letting his body tell you exactly what it needed. The moans and sighs that left his lips were beginning to affect you and you rolled your hips ineffectually as there was nothing for you to grind against. Shoving your arousal to the side you forced yourself to focus on your husband.

You knew he could feel your arousal through the bond and you could feel his as well, letting the emotions blend together in a heady mix. “Gods, love…” His bottom lip was swollen from biting down on it and his cheeks were flushed as he climbed closer and closer towards his release. Suddenly his hand covered yours, urging you into a faster rhythm. A groan rumbled through his chest and his back arched as you matched the desired pace. “I’m…” You knew he was close and his hand fell away to grasp the blanket beneath him.

Without slowing your pace you reached up and gently ran your fingers along the sensitive skin on his ribs. He shuddered hard, your name falling from your lips. You did it again, this time dragging your nails down the tender skin and with a shout his control snapped. He arched as he came hard, his release splashing against his chest and stomach. You slowed your strokes and eventually stopped when the final shudder wracked his frame.

Though you were so aroused you were nearly shaking, you forced yourself to move; carefully laying down at Loki’s side and making sure you weren’t touching him. Between the bond and watching him let go you feared you’d fall apart the moment he touched you.

Eventually Loki caught his breath and with a wave of his hand his chest and stomach were clean. Rolling to his side he reached for you and frowned when you flinched away. “What’s wrong?”

You swallowed hard. “I’m fine, just give me a moment.”

Once more Loki reached for you and once more you shifted away. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”

“Because today is for you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“If you so much as touch me I’m going to lose it. I should have closed the bond so it wouldn’t have been so intense.”

“Love, you’re not making any sense and you’re starting to scare me. What’s going on?”

You managed a shaky laugh. “Today was about me taking care of you, not the other way around. I’ll be fine, just give me a few moments.”

The look Loki gave you would have been comical in any other situation. “You can’t be serious.” You were silent. “Just because your goal for today was to take care of me that doesn’t mean you should deny yourself.” He moved closer until you could feel the heat of his body but he was careful not to touch you. “If you truly want to stop I will let you be, I’ll even sleep in the spare room to ease your discomfort. But know that it is not selfish to seek pleasure in return.”

Selfish.

The word left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was the latest item on the long list of issues you were working through. You felt selfish for forcing Loki to go through the torment of the past few years and though time and again he had assured you that you weren’t being selfish it was often hard to believe him. As of late, especially on this visit to Midgard, you’d felt it was selfish that Loki was spending so much time making sure that you were safe and enjoying yourself that he was neglecting to enjoy the trip himself.

“I…”

“Come here.”

For a moment you considered rolling over to turn your back to him but eventually shifted closer. The moment his arms surrounded you a shudder tore through your frame. With all of the emotions racing through your mind his simple touch was almost too much.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“What?” You couldn’t concentrate.

“Did you know that your pleasure is my pleasure?” Gently his hand moved from your hip to slip beneath the soft material of your shirt, his palm spreading against the warm skin. “You have no idea how much love feeling you arch and writhe in my grasp. Your moans and cries are more beautiful than the finest symphony and the heat of your body is addicting.” His hand drew slow circles on your back, a gesture that both soothed and excited you. “There’s nothing sweeter than watching you lose control and knowing that it was because of me.” His hand slipped lower, finding the curve of your waist. Slowly it moved upwards and you hissed when his thumb brushed against your breast. “Can you share that with me, love? Can I make you shudder and shake beneath me? Can I taste your moans and cries?”

It took a moment for his words to sink in but eventually you nodded. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Lowering his head he caught your lips in a kiss. You were desperate, arching towards him but he forced you to slow down. He shifted slightly, pinning you down with his body weight while kissing you slowly. Eventually you calmed, sinking back against the soft bedding and Loki rewarded you by teasing your lips open and deepening the kiss. As you traded slow kisses his hand slipped from beneath your shirt to cup your breast through the soft material. This time he allowed you to arch as he teased your nipple until it was straining against the fabric. Without breaking the kiss he shifted to do the same to your other breast until your nipples were stiff and aching.

Eventually the need for air forced the two of you apart and your head was spinning as you attempted to catch your breath. The thin straps of your shirt did nothing to cover your neck or shoulders and Loki took advantage of that fact, pressing soft kisses against the delicate skin. As his lips found the curve of your neck his hands smoothed across your shoulders, dragging the thin straps downward. You shifted just enough to free your arms and gasped as the soft fabric was tugged lower, your nipples hardening further in the cool air of the bedroom. One of Loki’s warm hands cupped your breast and you couldn’t decide whether to press into his touch or towards his mouth where he was still tormenting your neck with kisses that were far too soft.

Thankfully Loki made that choice for you, kissing his way downwards until he could take your straining nipple into his mouth. Your hands sank into his hair to hold him in place as he teased you with his tongue. A whimper fell from your lips when he raised his head but it melted into a moan as he kissed his way across your chest. His hand found the recently abandoned breast and tugged and teased your nipple until you were desperate for his mouth once more. With one hand still tangled in his hair the other fisted the blanket beneath you as you arched into his touch. By the time he raised his head you were trembling and he smoothed his hand along your side, eventually vanishing your shirt in order to access more skin.

He kissed you gently, tugging at your bottom lip before finding the skin of your neck once more. This time he didn’t tease, kissing his way towards the soft spot below your ear. As his lips moved closer his hand began to slide downwards, the touch firm enough not to tickle. Soon his fingers were teasing the waistband of your shorts and if you could have found your voice you would have begged.

Having mercy on you his fingers slipped beneath the material and it was his turn to groan when he found you hot and slick. “Fuck, pet. I’m almost upset that you didn’t want to share this with me. Do you know how much I love knowing that you’re this wet for me? That my touch can do this to you?” Your answer caught in your throat as two fingers began to circle your clit. “Gods, you're so beautiful like this. I will never tire of watching you writhe and arch because of my touch. You have no idea what those sweet sounds spilling from your lips do to me.” Your eyes were closed but you could practically hear the mischievous grin. “Let’s see if we can coax a few more to the surface, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response one of his fingers slowly slipped into your soaked core. A gasp left your lips as he pumped it slowly, his eyes flicking from your face down towards his hand moving between your legs and back up again. You were so wet that another finger slipped inside smoothly and he immediately began a steady rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with every thrust of his fingers.

Between your earlier arousal and the constant teasing you were on the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It didn’t take long for Loki to notice and he sent you hurtling even closer to the edge by lowering his mouth to your neck, his lips and teeth teasing the spot beneath your ear which caused lightning to flash white hot through your veins. Your hips began to rock and Loki matched your pace, curling his fingers to find that spot deep inside. He knew when he found it as you nearly shrieked and he held you in place as he worked a mark to the surface of your neck.

You fought against the wave building inside of you but it was a losing battle. Your body tightened and Loki pressed a final kiss against the darkening bruise on your neck. “That’s it. You’re so close, my love. You wanted today to be about me and I would love nothing more than to see you let go.” You whined and tried to arch away from his touch in order to hold on but he wouldn’t let you. “Be a good girl and come for me, I want to watch you come all over my fingers.” His voice was low and rough and somehow through your desire-flooded mind you could feel him grinding against your hip. Knowing he was aroused simply from watching you fall apart shattered the web the darkness had been weaving within you and you came with a broken cry of his name.

Loki held you steady, slowing his fingers to ease you down from your peak. Eventually you remembered how to breathe but your thighs were still shaking as you sank back against the bed. You sucked in a breath as Loki’s fingers slipped free and heard more than saw him lick them clean. He shifted slightly and you wrapped your arms around him as he settled himself above you. His hand moved in a slow loop from your waist to your thigh as he nuzzled at your neck. When the final tremors faded he raised up just enough to meet your eyes. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen but his eyes held such love and concern that you wanted to cry. “Are you alright?”

Shakily you nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m more than fine actually.”

A smile touched his lips as he chuckled. “Truly? I couldn’t tell.”

You shoved playfully at his shoulder. “Menace.” Sinking your hand into his hair you tugged him down into a kiss. It started off slow but it didn’t take long for the heat to spark between you once more. You swallowed his moan as you tugged on his bottom lip while wrapping a leg high around his waist. He broke the skin with a curse as you rolled your hips, your lower body grinding against him. “Gods, pet, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You repeated the move and Loki’s hand tightened almost painfully on your hip to hold you still.
Loki spoke your name in a low, warning tone. “You’re playing a dangerous game, love.”

“You’re the God of Mischief, I thought you liked games?”

The mage growled and reached towards your wrists to pin them to the bed. Before he could reach them you slipped one leg between his and rolled your shoulders sharply to the right. A sound of surprise left Loki’s lips when he suddenly realized he was on his back and you were settled on his thighs, a smug grin on your face. “Impressive trick, pet.”

Feeling his body tense you reached up and it was your turn to pin his wrists to the bed. Though he was stronger you were by no means weak and increased the pressure when he attempted to pull his arms free. Watching his face for any signs of discomfort, it was quite the opposite. His eyes darkened and his breaths turned shallow. “I’m glad you approve. I wonder if you’ll like this one as well.” Violet light began to spill from your hands and a moment later two bands encircled Loki’s wrists, securing him firmly to the bed.

The mage’s eyes widened in surprise as he turned his head to examine his bonds. It wasn’t your usual magic but the last time you were on Asgard you had procured several new magical tomes from a traveling merchant. You warily watched him tug on the bonds, unsure how he would react. He could easily counter the spell but you were interested to see his reaction. Eventually he met your eyes and you let out a breath of relief at the lopsided grin gracing his lips. “You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”

Instead of responding you leaned down and caught his lips in a kiss. He tried to sit up to meet you but was stopped by the bands around his wrists. The sound he made caused a shudder to wrack your body and you knew it would be a very, very long time before you forgot it. Parting his lips you teased his tongue with your own and swallowed the groan caused by your hips rocking downwards. Slowly your hips rolled, his cock sliding through your soaked folds. The swollen head bumped at your entrance a time or two but you kept up the teasing, not allowing him to sink into your body.

Loki arched beneath you and you broke the kiss to sit up, your hips never slowing. The mage looked beautiful like this; his hair was mussed and spread out around him, his eyes were closed and his face was flushed. You watched as his swollen lips parted and a moan slipped free.

“Please.”

So caught up in your reverie you nearly missed the word. “What was that?”

“Please.” His eyes blinked open and the usual brilliant orbs were dark, only a thin ring of green remaining. “Please, my love. I need…” Loki rarely pleaded, you were usually the one begging, and it sparked a fire that raced through your veins.

“Shh…” Leaning down you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Let your princess worship her prince.”

Rocking up onto your knees you slipped a hand down and slowly guided Loki’s cock into your body. The mage swore and you closed your eyes, forcing yourself to go slowly. Finally your hips met his and you shifted slightly, getting used to the intrusion. Once your body relaxed you began to slowly rotate your hips in a figure eight, watching as Loki’s face contorted in pleasure, a soft ‘yes’ falling from his lips.

Keeping your eyes on his face you alternated between figure eights and slow circles, feeling each inch of his cock drag against your walls. Below you the mage bit his lip but was unable to stop the litany of moans from falling past his lips. As the pressure began to build you sped up, rolling your hips before raising up and sliding back down and repeating the motion.

Loki’s hips began to rock up to meet you and it was your turn to groan as his cock brushed against that soft spot deep inside with each thrust. You were starting to get lost in the pleasure when you felt Loki shifting beneath you. Opening your eyes you saw the mage staring at one of the purple bands encircling his wrists, trying to clear his lust-addled brain enough to counter your spell.

Gently you grasped his chin and turned his head until he met your eyes. “What do you need, love?”

“Can I touch you?”

The question resonated differently after your previous conversation but you shoved those thoughts down before gently grasping his wrists. “Of course.” With a touch the bands disappeared and immediately Loki’s arms were around you, dragging you down into a kiss. The change in angle stole your breath and you were forced to break the kiss as a cry left your lips.

Loki’s hands found your hips and though he didn’t change your pace, he began to pull you downwards on each thrust while rocking his hips up to meet yours. Bracing your hands on his shoulders you allowed him to take over as he suddenly held you in place and fucked into you hard, his knees coming up to give himself more leverage. You swore as your body began to tremble and with a herculean effort you sat up, shoving his hips down with your own.

Holding his eyes you braced yourself against his knees and rolled your body in a slow curve, deliberately tightening your body with every pass of your hips. Something that might have been your name slipped past Loki’s lips as he watched you move. One of his hands found your breast and your head fell back as he teased the tender flesh, his thumb swirling around your nipple until it was hard. As your pace increased one hand fell between you and you shouted when his thumb began moving in quick circles over your clit.

Flattening your hands on his stomach you began to move faster until you were bouncing on his cock. Loki’s hand slid from your breast to your hip as he matched your thrusts. With each passing minute the pleasure filled you more and more, you wanted to hold on but it was a losing battle. Beneath you Loki was no better off, pulling you into his thrusts as his hips moved in an almost punishing rhythm. Your head was spinning then Loki angled the next thrust just right, his pelvis grinding against your swollen clit, and that was the end for you. Every nerve ending lit up as you arched your back, your nails digging into the skin of Loki’s shoulders as you came with a broken scream and a gush.

A deep groan left Loki’s lips as your walls tightened to the point where he could barely move and his fingers dug so tightly into your hips that there would be bruises. His thrusts grew sloppy and with a curse mixed with your name he came, holding you in place as his cock flexed hard. Feeling and hearing his pleasure was too much for your overwhelmed senses and your body convulsed again. You buried your face in his neck with a sob of pleasure, your body shaking uncontrollably. A broken groan fell from his lips as he felt you tighten around him and he continued to roll his hips to prolong the pleasure. Eventually the grip on your hips loosened and you all but collapsed on top of him, your limbs no longer willing to obey.

You knew you should move. Your knees were starting to ache but you were so drained from everything that happened today your body didn’t want to cooperate. After trying to push yourself up for the third time a strong arm wrapped around your waist. A moment later you were moving as Loki carefully maneuvered both of you to your sides. Biting your lip you held back a whimper as he slipped free of your body. The mage’s breathing was still ragged and though you were exhausted you pressed a hand to his chest, the fair skin flaring purple as you used your magic to soothe him. He reached up to brush his hair out of his face and you frowned upon seeing the red mark on his wrist. You poured more magic into the spell but Loki gently grasped your arm and pulled it away from his chest.

“I’m okay, love. I’ll heal.”

“But…”

“It’s not the first time you’ve left marks on me and I doubt it will be the last.” Nodding you allowed the violet light to fade. “If you’re going to heal anything, heal those.” He guided your gaze downwards where 5 bruises were already forming on your hips.

“I thought you liked seeing your marks on me?”

His hand gently brushed the darkening skin. “I do but I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”

You repeated his earlier words. “It’s not the first time you’ve left marks on me and I doubt it will be the last.” Giving him a gentle kiss you tucked your face into his neck and though you couldn’t get any closer you still tried. “I’m fine.”

He rubbed slow circles on your back and though you could feel the heaviness of sleep beginning to creep over you thoughts and worries still raced through your mind. “I must be losing my touch.”

“What?”

“I can practically hear you thinking. I must be doing a rather poor job if your thoughts are still so tangled.”

Despite everything that happened today you blushed. “Sorry.”

Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Today was wonderful, my love. You might not realize it but you always take good care of me.” He stretched, his muscles pleasantly sore. “Of course, if you want to plan more days like this I certainly won’t complain.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Menace.”

“True but I’m your menace.”

“Yes, yes you are.”

The room began to grow cool and you instinctively curled closer to the mage. “Come on,” he said while gently urging you to move. “Let’s go to bed.”

With a wave of his hand the two of you were clean and you burrowed beneath the blankets as he retrieved the pillows. You twisted your fingers and the witchlights blinked out of existence, the room now only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. As Loki’s arms surrounded you your mind finally began to calm and you drifted off, comfortable and safe in your husband’s arms.