A Fallen God and An Angel

07. Come For Me

Summary:

The aftermath of the royal ball.

Notes:

**SMUT WARNING**

This chapter does not advance the plot in any way. Feel free to skip it if you wish.

The royal ball had continued well past sunrise until none of the guests could stand anymore. Queen Aelsa was first to retire for the night. The guests of honour, however, were the last standing couple, dancing away into the morning. The God of Mischief and his princess were unmatched throughout the night. They were indeed the life of the party. Their energy lit up the entire ball and the guests all wanted a taste of their thrill. They drank and danced with almost every soul until they had tired everyone out. As they stumbled back to their royal guest wing, they laughed and sang joyously.

Before long, the Asgardian prince, only dressed in dark silk trousers, was ready for bed. It had been such a long night that his redheaded princess was already tucked in the large lavish bed as he approached it. Her long hair spread around her beautifully as she watched him with pursed lips, eying him from top to bottom.

"If this is your attempt at seduction, you may need to reconsider your plan, pretty prince." She stated. He rolled his eyes at her comment.

"I'll have you know I naturally sleep in the nude, little princess." He hissed, "I'm simply being modest for your sake."

"Tragic." The princess snorted.

She turned to lay on her stomach and look away from him. The sudden movement pushed the covers off her and exposed her naked back as she folded her arms beneath her head. The raven-haired god instinctually licked his lips at the revelation.

He seated himself on the bed next to her before gently pressing his fingertips to her shoulders. His thumbs slowly trailed down her spine, sensually stroking her skin and stopping just above her butt. She shifted slightly under his touch but made no effort to stop him.

" Your plan, however, seems to be working perfectly, little princess." He cooed, tracing the same path back up to the nape of her neck. He knew exactly how to get anyone to submit to his practised hands. No man, woman or otherwise could resist him.

"Is it now?" She purred as he began massaging her muscles. He expertly worked the base of her skull earning soft hums from her as he made his way down her neck.

"Oh, yes." He crooned huskily, grinning at her responsiveness. His adept fingers pressed all the correct pressure points as they slowly lowered against her back. Just as the tension in her body dispersed he pressed his lips to the spot under her right ear.

"Loki..." She drawled as he peppered soft kisses down the side of her neck to her shoulder. He only hummed in response as his hands gently caressed her lower back making her moan his name again.

"Yes, pretty princess?" He pressed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades, and her body involuntarily shivered under his touch.

"Would you like me to stop?" His husky timbre vibrated through her body as he spoke against her skin. His lips moved up to her left ear, and he nibbled on her earlobe while his thumbs still worked the base of her spine.

"Have I misapprehended you?" He asked. Her liquor-altered mind could not comprehend his question, instead, she moaned his name again.

He smirked at her reaction, abruptly stopped and straightened himself, lifting from her completely.