Out of Time (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 29: Loki

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Loki's POV.

She sat quietly, smiling back at him. Telling her, he was a frost giant was hard, but he wasn't expecting to feel more attracted. Especially in such a vulnerable environment.

Every aspect of her became something he was needing.

His gaze scanned her figure devilishly. He smirked and then averted his eyes to his hands, which he fiddled in his lap.

You noticed his mood change, his muscles tense and his jaw clench.

Your soft smile turned to a mischievous grin as you slowly crawled into his lap, straddling him, once more.

His breath hitched as he moved his hands, he sharply looked up to you.

"What's this?" He asked, his voice higher than before. He placed his hands around your hips and his eyes carefully went from your eyes, to your waist. You leaned in closer to his ear and smiled.

"Asgard can wait." You whispered.

As you pulled away a breath escaped his lips as you settled down into his lap. He then looked up, his eyes shot to you then his lap.

"Darling-" he gasped. A smirk fled to your lips, as did his.

He had no more questions.

He quickly picked you up, there was no time to waste. Wrapping your legs around his hips, as he left soft kisses on your clothed body.

As he slowly opened his bedroom door, he closed it behind him, slowly approaching his large bed, he set you down carefully.

He slowly looked down at you on his bed, a smirk forming on his lips once more.

With a loud click you turned to the door. Loki turned back to you, his green magic locking the door for him.

"Now where were we?" He smirked. He sauntered the room before stopping at the foot of the bed.

You crawled over the beds silk, dark green sheets to him, the fabric sent shivers to your skin. As you ran your hands through his hair he groaned. His jaw clenching even more.

He wrapped his arm around your back, easing you to lay down. As he sat on top of you, he planted soft, yet hungry kisses on your neck. Each kiss leaving you with a breathless moan.

As you tugged at his shirt, he slowly pulled away, taking his shirt off himself. With no time to admire his toned muscles, he slowly lifted your shirt over your head and began to trail kisses down your neck, to just below your collarbone.

"You are magnificent." He whispered on your skin, which had now been warming up.

You tangled your fingers in his long, black hair and closed your eyes. He took his time, tracing circles and planting gentle kisses, on your unclothed stomach.

As you unbuttoned your jeans he helped pull them off, leaving you in nothing, but your undergarments. The lace that covered your body was amusing to him.

He inched his way to your face, leaning over you. His strong scent of mahogany wood and cinnamon became like a high. The scent clouded your senses.

He traced circles around your collarbone before stopping at your bra strap. He looked to you for permission.

You slowly nodded your head as his cold finger made its way under the strap.