Loki's fall (sequel to loss and Loki)

How Long You Would Wait For Me

"Fucking hell you gods have some stamina." I gasped, still out of breath from our...activities, pulling a jumper over my head and checking the mirror to make sure my hair was covering my eye.

"You're done already?" Loki grinned up at me from the head of the bed, highlighted in a light sheen of sweat as he sighed breathily and sat up. I shot him an incredulous look and scoffed, pulling on some joggers and throwing him a t shirt.

"We've been awake three hours and have done nothing else. A girl's gotta get a breath." I rolled my eyes, smirking a little as he chuckled and came up behind me to fix a small kiss on the skin of my neck.

"I could go at it all hours of the day and still desire you." He muttered by my ear, locking his gaze with mine in the mirror as he stroked the deep purple marks on my flesh and smirked devilishly. I let out a breathy laugh, running my fingers through his hair as his head rested against mine.

"Oh don't get me wrong, Greensleeves, I still want you to bend me over this cabinet and make me lose my sanity-" I smirked, revelling in the dark shift in his expression as he turned me in his arms and pressed a long, lustrous kiss to my lips.

"Buuut- i'm not sure my fucking heart will hold out." I smiled when he pulled away. His expression dropped a little and I could see a little concern flash in his eyes as he frowned.

"Are you oka-"

"I'm fine Loki, I'm simply a mere mortal...remember?" I grinned, chuckling as his face visibly relaxed and he smiled back, tucking the hair against my face back behind my ear, causing me to withdraw a little, suddenly vulnerable under his intense gaze.

"Definitely more than that, darling." He smiled lightly.

He tutted softly, running a gentle finger over the scar as he watched me, his eyes full and wide, bursting with an affection I didn't think i'd ever seen directed at me. And it made me feel weak, scared even...but so incredibly warm and safe at the same time.

"You need to eat." He suddenly pulled away from me, guiding me towards the door as I sighed loudly and allowed him to push me out the bedroom.

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"Dear gods, as superior as Asgard is, they really should be catching on to these midgardian treats by now." He shook his head softly, biting down on another mouthful of cinnamon bun with a hazy look of pleasure in his eyes directed at the sweet, sticky treat in his hands.

I giggled and dusted my hands off, taking a long sip of my coffee as I watched him in an almost adoring fashion, utterly bemused and softened by the fascination he had with 'midgardian' cuisine.

"Do you guys not have sugar in Assplace?" I frowned, smirking when he shot me a look.

"Of course. The natural fructose in our finest fruits, and the cane our people harvest for breads and such." He uttered, sucking the last cinnamony icing trails off his fingers as I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

"This is practically the same thing, only there's a hell of a lot more sugar in this shit. I could give you a recipe or two to take back to them today if you'd like?" I commented, offering the coffee pot which he took gratefully and poured another mug. I grinned as he took a sip, realising how much I'd conditioned him to my exact tastes during his stay on Earth, feeling mighty proud of myself for changing his mind on how he viewed such an 'inferior realm'.

"I'm sure they'll live, enjoying their grapes and apples." Loki grinned, mirroring my amused expression as I rolled my eyes and stood to wash the dishes.

"I damn well hope you've become more of a lightweight for Asgardian alcohol as well, after only indulging in our 'weak spirits' for so long." I muttered to myself, opening the spirits, cupboard only to find it lay bare, my precious bottles replaced with a singular box of orange capri suns.