The evening came and went in soft sighs and not-so-gentle touches. Loki had delivered well on his promise to finish what he had started in the passageways of the palace the afternoon prior. In fact, you spent all morning in bed with him, recovering from your night of shared activity.
It isn't until well past noon that a doe-eyed chambermaid waltzes through the bedroom door, letting out a terrified shriek upon spotting you and Loki beneath the sheets. With a gasp, you clutch the sheets to your bare chest as the maid backs quickly out of the room amid stammered apologies. She retreats so quickly she knocks over the inkwell and quill perched on the side of the writing desk near the door. It is only a quick flick of Loki's wrist and a clever flash of green seiðr that saves the ornate rugs.
"Tsk," Loki tuts with a frown as he gestures with his hand, lifting the inkwell with his magic and placing it gently back on the desk. "Good help is so hard to find."
"It wasn't her fault," you laugh, collapsing back into the bed with a relieved sigh, your embarrassment fading. "You didn't lock the door."
"And that gives anyone a right to simply barge in without knocking?" Loki challenges.
"Okay, well, it's almost lunch," you retort.
"And?" Loki teases, laying back beside you once more, keeping himself propped up on one arm as he reaches out and traces your smile.
"And," you grin. "She couldn't have known we'd still be here. Maybe we should do something today other than lay around in bed."
Loki puffs out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.
"What?" you laugh. "I'm just trying to be a productive member of society, Loki. You should try it sometime."
Loki rolls his eyes and partially rolls atop you, just enough to bury his face in your neck as he throws one thigh between yours, nuzzling into the space beneath your jaw. The stubborn part of you wants to give him a shove and make your way to the shower. But the other part - the part that is hopelessly, endlessly in love with the man resting on your chest - relents. With a resigned sigh you bring your fingers to his hair and comb through the messy strands with a gentleness that pulls a soft sigh from Loki's lips. It sends a possessive, desperate flowering warmth through your chest.
"I love you," you whisper. Partially to yourself, partially to the raven-haired prince atop you.
"I would hope so, darling," he says, an impish grin flitting across his face. "Otherwise we would be in quite the awkward position, hmm?"
"Congratulations," you deadpan. "You ruined the moment."
With a grunt of effort, you wiggle out from beneath Loki's weight as he wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you back to him. "Come now darling, don't be sore," he chides.
"I'm not sore," you laugh. "But I'm hungry. And I'm gross."
"You're painted in my essence, kærasta," Loki grins darkly. "I would hardly call that 'gross'."
A half snort/half laugh slips out. "I know you meant for that to be romantic, my prince, but your 'essence' is all over. And dry. And sticky. I'm going to shower."
"Then I shall join you," Loki croons with a mischievous gleam in his eye as he lets you go free from his grasp and slides from the bed to follow behind.
"No thanks," you say. "I need ten minutes of alone time."
"Alone time?" Loki scoffs. "Darling, I spent twenty years alone in Niflheim as punishment for pushing Thor off a mountain as a child. I can assure you that isolation is highly overrated."
YOU ARE READING
Unbroken (Loki x Reader)
Hayran Kurgu'If we are fated, my Valkyrie, it matters not the path we choose, our destination will remain unchanged.' If you and Loki are to remain together, you must make a choice - and it will cost one of you everything. And when an unexpected gift is believe...
