Loki Imagines/Preferences

Making love to the god of mischief

    "Why does your brother always have to make it rain when he's drunk?" you asked. "I mean, does it always happen when he's drunk?" 

    "Not always, not all rain comes from him my dear. this time yes, but not always." Loki said. "I rather enjoy it when it rains, even if there is thunder I don't mind it. Though I must admit it can be annoying when my brother takes it too far." 

"too far? how so?" you asked. "Well, should he take it too far he might cause an even bigger thunderstorm. Like the time he nearly caused a hurricane." you laughed. "wow! what the hell did he drink?" Loki chuckled. "Let's just say he had too much." 

"Come, why don't we go somewhere. forget about all the trouble he could get into over just one drink." you said taking Loki's hand. "Besides, I know someone who can cause trouble far better than he." Loki smirked. He led you to his room inside the palace. He made sure the door was locked and that you were both alone. As soon as he knew you and him were alone he came up to you and kissed you. you both made love on his bed. 

   Suddenly you drew back. "Can you bring it on now?" you whispered. "Please do it. Be the Frost Giant for me." Before Loki could reply the transformation had begun, he could feel his skin changing to a dark blue color, his eyes turning red. "Is this what you wanted my pet?" he asked in the usual low baritone voice of the frost giant. You studied his form like never before, you touched his cold blue skin which wasn't that cold to the touch surprisingly. You ran your hand through his raven black hair, gripping the back of his head. "Yes master." you purred. pulling him towards you and kissing him.