Control | Loki

My King.

(Warning: This Chapter Contains Sexual Content)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Loki

I watched her move into the kitchen, she was cooking, as I sat at the dining table, she turned on her music, a soft kind that just rang in the background, 'Then do it when you're clinging to me tonight' her words getting bolder as she got more comfortable with me around in a romantic way and the moment we had in my room before Thor rudely interrupted us, I was so close to making her mine, I could smell her arousal.

"What are you thinking about?" She suddenly asked and I looked at her, her eyes on me, we still stayed in our jackets, cause of the cold, I was having a hard time not shifting into my Jotun form, I didn't like just sitting around in that form with her, even if she called me beautiful, as she did when she found out, I was still monstrous, and with how she stared at me when I shifted earlier, I couldn't help just feel she didn't like it.

"Nothing Darling, just the time we can have together," I said smirking and she flushed red, in my favourite way. "What have you been thinking of?" I stood up and she looked down at the pasta that was boiling, I saw her begin shuffling her jacket off. "Hot? Princess?" I walked toward her and she nodded shallowly.

"I've been thinking about a lot, I suppose." She mumbled and I chuckled, she looked at me as I leaned over the counter over her, and she looked up at me.

"Sometimes I wished I dared to slip into your head, especially when you sleep," I whispered as she stared at me. "You're a mystery to me," I said as she nodded.

"Why when I sleep?" She asked.

"Well, My Love, you whimper in your sleep sometimes, you cling to me as well," I whispered to her as she looked at me. "At first I presumed they were nightmares but you didn't cry or show any signs of discomfort, actually the opposite," I said and she bit her lip nodding slowly at me.

"I didn't speak or anything?" She asked nervously.

"Mumbling, yes, but nothing coherent. Other than my name." I smirked and she rolled her eyes as if I was lying. "I'm not lying Sweet, it started after our confessions," I said grabbing her chin.

"I- I doubt that." She said nervously.

"You say that as if you want me to prove to you, that you do," I mumbled.

"How do I say it then?" She opposed.

"I can show you later when I'm clinging to you, and finishing what I start," I growled she stared at me, trying to seem calm and composed, but I can feel the heat radiating from her, I could only imagine how warm her core is growing, from only her cheeks becoming that red and flush. "I can smell how much you want that Princess." I egged her on and she seemed to become puddy in my hands. "Do you want that?" She gripped my sleeve as she sucked in a breath sharply.

"Your words are only words, Moy Korol." She said as she moved past me putting something in the oven, she was making that chicken pasta dish or something.

"You'll believe me later," I whispered in her ear. "As of, for now, all I wish is to make you want it," I mumbled as I bit onto her ear for a second, I moved away from her as I felt her body shiver and react to me, I moved into the living room, taking off my jacket and shoes before laying on the mattress and summoning a book. She came over with a plate of food and sat next to me holding two, I sat up and took it from her as we sat there eating, and she leaned into me as she set up a movie on her laptop, she was always so close, and the more I felt our connection grow I wanted her more, her cute antics and habits, I wanted her to belong to me and only me. I discarded my plate as I lay there with her, thinking of her, soon she stood taking our plates to the kitchen as she moved back I noticed truly that darkness had overcome the outside, nothing but the light from the moon could be seen, even it was obscured by clouds, I looked at the fire and noticed it was nearly dead and I felt the cold, as I saw my breath, finally noticing it, I looked at my fingertips and saw the blue. "Princess?" I moved into the middle of the mattress she looked at me, and she noticed the blue, her eyes adverting away, I felt sick, she hated it- she walked over to the bed and the wood next to the fireplace.