Soul Healer (Loki x Reader)

28

A thick rain started to pour after you had left the restaurant, and caught you in surprise midway back to the car. It was just a spring light storm, it would not have lasted long, but the chilly breeze and the rain drop had definitely ruined your post-lunch plans for the afternoon.

Loki took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and your heart jumped in your throat as he winked and put up his hoodie before pulling you in a half run along the sidewalk, in search for a some sort of shelter. You tried useless to cover your hairs raising your purse with your other hand over your head, stumbling in the attempt to keep his quick pace.

You were both quickly soaked to the bones, water filling your shoes as you helplessly tried to jump over the pools that quickly formed at the side of the street, splashing directly in most of them.

He looked right and left before crossing the street and drifted right into a desert alleyway, stopping stick to a wall and just below a row of balconies that offered some shelter from the rain.

You both breathed hard from the run, smiling and half laughing to each other, droplets falling quickly down from your wet hairs and clothes. Turning up, your gaze found his, the two of you locking eyes for a moment, before you got enchanted by a single rain drop falling from his hairline, crossing slowly his lips and hanging on the lower one. The focus on Loki's soft, entrancing lips was unavoidable.

He grinned for a second before flushing you right into his chest, his shoulders shoved against the wall, and you gasped softly at the chilly feeling of his soaked hoodie pressed onto your light shirt, his fingers cupping your chin and tilting your head up, his wet lips sealing over yours under the raindrop in a heated kiss. The kiss tasted of the wine you had at lunch and you sucked his lower lip hard, taking it all.

You breathed even more heavily as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, seeking yours to play with, his hands gripping your hips and making them pressing into his, your hands reaching the back of his head and intertwining his hairs. Your senses ignited as he demanded domination, kissing you harder, biting your lower lip, hands roaming down on your body.

As the two of you pulled away for half of a second, panting slightly, he whispered in a deep, husky voice, his lips brushing yours "I want you. I want you to be mine." At that words, you felt an eruption raising in you and instinctively reached for the back of his neck again, stepping on your tiptoe, pouring all your feeling into the kiss you gave him.

He dropped his head, lips landing on your neck and rising slowly up to the back of your ear, leaving wet, sweet kisses and small love bites along the way, ending to nibble your earlobe, his breath tickling lightly your skin. You threw your head back with a soft moan of need, arching in his hands, hips pushing into his ones, your knees going weak with mounting desire.

"Loki..." you managed to call his name with broken voice, too aroused to pull together two meaningful words in a row. You were in the middle of a alleyway, and no one was coming in sight at the moment, but the probability of being interrupted was quite high.

"Mmmhh?" He emerged from the crook of your neck with a curios expression, looked around for a fraction of moment but got the meaning of your call straight. He gave a quick movement of his wrist and the both of you reappeared in a different place, glittering of green light surrounding your bodies, still locked together.

You looked around the new location for less than a second before recognising the open space of your loft, your former house. He had remembered the place and your eyes widened in surprise.

"Sorry, I should have asked permission before..." his lips pressed together in a apologetical thus very funny smile. "You're smart" your giggled out "I know" he replied quickly, tilting his head aside.