This Is Stella's Reality

October 9, 2015

"Goddess," Loki's voice rang down the staircase, "I must speak with you. It is quite urgent."

I frowned down at the herbs I was chopping. Loki had a habit of demanding everything he ever wanted immediately after realizing he wanted it. My eyes rolled, setting my knife down and deciding to not argue about it today. The wedding was weeks away and Wanda had politely told me I had stress lines showing on my face.

My feet skipped up the stairs, mumbling about Loki being needy and demanding. The bedroom door was cracked open when I finally made my way to the second floor. I called his name and heard him answer from the bathroom. The door was closed, locked from the inside which made my eyes roll yet again.

"Loki, why on earth would you say you need to talk to me and then lock me out of the room you're in?"

I heard him huff on the other side of the door. "You must swear to not act as your usually uncontained self."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Swear it, Stella."

The use of my name caught me off guard. He hardly ever called me Stella. It was always goddess or princess. My breath caught in my throat as I reached for the bathroom door once more.

"Yes, I swear it."

I heard the lock click open and softly, I pushed the door open.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight I saw. Long, raven black hair, glossy as ink and deep as the night sky. Familiar blue eyes met mine like piercing Arctic waves. Lips were upturned in a small smirk with blush rising over plump cheeks.

"Loki?" I breathed.

"Yes, princess?"

"What," I paused, unable to straighten my thoughts, "what happened?"

"Are you not pleased with my appearance?"

"I didn't say that."

"Do you remember the conversation we had with Miss Romanoff?"

I caught on then. A part of me feels more comfortable here with you two. My heart swelled at the realization. "Yes, I remember. Do you feel comfortable now?"

"At this moment, I do. Perhaps I will not at some later time. But now, I feel comfortable in this form."

My fingers reached up to run through the long and silky hair that framed Loki's face. "Well," I smiled, "I am pleased with whatever form you wish to be in, princess."

Her face flickered with excitement, like a candle catching the wind. "You swear it?"

I stepped closer to her, wrapping my hands around her hourglass hips and pushing her to lean against the vanity. My fingers looped behind her neck and brought her lips to mine, soft and plush like red rose petals.

Our lips locked together again and again, chests heaving and hands wandering under clothing. "I swear it," I mumbled, pulling Loki's hair and admiring the way her lips parted. "You're beautiful, charming, stunning, my princess."

Shivers ran up her spine as she melted under my touch. Her head fell back and gave easy access to her neck for my lips to latch onto.

Should we show Natasha just how comfortable you are now, princess?

Please, was the only response I got from her as I felt her mind muddle and dissipate into pools of incoherency.

I breathed a laugh against her skin. Come now, darling; use your words.