A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Beautiful To Me

—-Sam—-

I'm currently holding Loki's hair out of the way of his face, it as usual doesn't want to cooperate so I give up and just hold my hand at the side of his head knowing the second I move it the hair will fall right back to where it was before. He leans his head into my hand and takes the hand he's holding with both of his hands seeming more confident about not hurting me. Loki speaks softly causing me to look at his face once again.

"This...this is nice."

I'm taken aback noticing he's crying but this time not due to a fear of hurting me. I didn't realize how emotional this could be for him but I quickly realize that receiving physical affection in this form is something that's never happened to him before. In this form the only physical contact he received was torture from Thanos or Ebony Maw.

Thinking about this fact I'm tempted to kiss him on the cheek or hug him but I know that would have the opposite effect of what I want. Doing either of those things would cause him anxiety rather than encouragement so I just do what I've been given permission to and move my hand down so it's resting against his neck.

The purple color that had made its way onto his face from my choice comment hasn't faded yet and as I observe his features I see that the flushed blue purple color his blushing has created emphasizes his markings in a captivating way. I'm gonna have to make sure he blushes a lot in this form.

He opens his eyes to see me starring at them his expression is confused at first wondering why I'm looking at his face so intensely before it turns to shame obviously assuming I'm somehow thinking something negative about the markings. I won't have that so I voice my observations out loud.

"You're so beautiful all these intricate markings... I've never seen anything like it."

He shakes his head as if dismissing the idea that anything about himself in this form could be considered beautiful so I press on.

"Oh stop. You know I wouldn't purposely feed your ego if I wasn't saying something true."

He meets my eyes again. He speaks again his voice very quiet.

"To you that may be true but to me it's not... I can't see it that way. Nobody in Asgard could see it that way."

"I don't care about what the rest of New Asgard thinks of this, you're beautiful to me and if they have a problem with you they can keep it to themselves. You're beautiful and I hope someday you'll be able to see it too."

He shakes his head. It's ok he doesn't have to believe me now, building up his confidence in this form will take time. It could take a millennium to undo the thousand plus years worth of hatred for Frost Giants programmed into him that fostered this self loathing. I just smile and change the subject to something I know will distract him from his negative self image.

"If you're still feeling up for it when you turn back I umm... I want to try something..."

I feel my face heat up thinking about what I'm suggesting doing. I've never done anything like what I'm thinking willingly before but I honestly want to now because it's with someone I love.

"I umm I haven't done it in a while but apparently I'm good at it..."

The purple which had been gradually fading from his face comes back full force as he puts together what I must be insinuating. I internally cheer that what I'm saying is able to make him blush again. He looks shocked that I'd be willing to do something like that.

"Sam I... are you sure?!"

I nod smiling at how concerned he always is for me and how he always takes into account how comfortable with everything I am. Suffice to say I'd never been given that curtesy during my missing five years.

"I'm positive."

He smiles at my confidence.

"If you want to then yes I'm up for it but only if you want to."

I move my hand from the side of his neck to his cheek and trace one of those intriguing markings with my thumb. Of course I want to I love him so much. I know by now I won't forget who I'm with not with how gentle his touch is or how soothing his voice sounds. They're constant reminders during our intimacy that I'm safe.

"I want to."

He smiles again and it's filled with mischievousness seeing that smile in this form is a whole new kind of charming and I can't help but let out a flustered giggle. He raises his eyebrow with equal mischievousness at my giggling before shifting back into his Asgardian form. Before I know it we pick right back up where we were before I mentioned his Jotun form.