The Unthinkable Offering (A Loki FanFic)

The Lesson

When Loki woke the next morning, his hand was completely covering hers, her whole fist wrapped around his thumb. His first instinct was to pull his hand away, but he hesitated. She was so warm. As the room lightened, the sun threatening to break free of the horizon, Loki lingered.

He had fallen asleep the night before praying to his mother's spirit, seeking her guidance and wisdom, desperate for her sage advice. This morning he awoke from a dreamless sleep to find himself holding hands like a wide-eyed schoolboy. Was this her doing? He wondered to himself as he let his pinky finger stroke hers. So soft, so warm.

He was usually in the gym and working up a good sweat by this time, but just for today, he decided, just for today he could stay in bed a little longer. For her. She needed this, he told himself.

Loki kept his eyes closed as he lay there and enjoyed the warmth of her hand under his. Soon he heard her breathing pattern change, and he knew she was awake.

Thinking she had discovered him sleeping, she let out a little gasp of surprise and carefully scooted closer to place a soft kiss on his knuckle, before scooting back, making sure not to jostle his hand on hers.

He quickly tamped down the laugh that threatened to escape him. He should let her know he is awake, but after the little peck on his hand, he was curious what she may do next.

Eisa settled back down on her pillow and stared at him. Norns, he was beautiful. She had stared at him so much throughout her life, she had his face memorized. His bare torso, on the other hand, was new territory. She let her eyes trace every square inch of skin that was not covered by the sheets. His strong shoulders, his muscular chest, his arms, and the hand on hers...

He would look more like a marble statue than a man if it weren't for the smattering of dark hair on his chest and stomach. The soft hairs traveled from under his bellybutton in a straight line leading under the waistband of his pajamas directly to his...

A force, with an intensity the likes she had never felt before, squeezed her insides. Her belly clenched and a tingling throb started between her legs. Her heart started pounding in her chest and a flame ignited under her skin. Loki's touch on her bandaged hand was the only thing keeping her from writhing in flames. She rubbed her thighs together and whined as moisture dampened her panties.

He could hear her breaths start coming faster before he felt her shifting her legs under the covers. She was becoming aroused, and quickly. He laid stock still, frozen in place. When she whined and squeezed his thumb in her hand, he knew he had to get out of there, he just wasn't sure how. And when her sweet perfume danced under his nose, his body started to respond in turn.

Thinking quickly, he slowly released her hand, forced a sleepy yawn, pulled a pillow down to his chest and curled around it, hiding the tent in his bottoms from view.

Eisa rolled onto her back and laced her fingers together over her eyes, trying to slow her breaths and push the image of Loki's body from her mind.

"Are you ill?" Loki asked sleepily.

"What?! No! I... It is just getting warm in here. There is no denying summer is on its way," she forced a chuckle, "Would you be wholly against sleeping with the windows open? I cannot sleep if I am hot."

"It will not bother me, little dove." His raspy morning voice caused a shiver to run through her, "Are you sure you are feeling alright?" He could not stop the smirk that played on his lips.

"Me? Y-yes. I, I am. Yes." She looked at him, "Are you alright? You never sleep in."

"That is an inaccurate statement, seeing as how I did sleep in this morning."