Hating Loving you

~ 6 ~

Your eyes immediately searched for that mysterious cloth, your curious side being too much. Still completely naked you aimed for the bed, but stopped dead in the track. Laying on the soft blankets was a beautiful dark green dress, with green lace and golden sparks. You slowly picked it up, not caring about the little pool of water creating under your feet because of your wet hair. After admiring it for another minute you put it down and opened the right drawer, taking out a towel. You dried entirely your body and hair, before slipping on the gorgeous dress. Just feeling the satin on your fresh skin made you feel princess, and the thought made you smile. Wasn't it every little girl's dream, after all? Meeting a man that made you feel more than what you were. That was seeing more than what you were showing. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a nude Loki entering the bedroom. Your cheeks heated up and you looked away, not trusting your body nor voice around that state of him. He walked past you to take out a bigger towel for him and quickly dried himself, before wrapping it around his waist.

L: it suits you.

He said with his back still on you, as he was putting his used clothes in a box. He froze a bit after talking, like he didn't mean to say it out loud. Because he didn't. He mentally slapped himself for not being able to control his mind around you. He passed a hand in his raven hair to dry them and rose, stretching a bit. 

You were taken aback by his sudden compliment, not expecting anything nice coming from his mouth.

-Thank you, my Lord.

He nodded to aknowledge your thanking and jerked his head towards the bed, where he threw himself on his stomach. You stopped yourself fromchuckling at his silly move and walked up to it. His eyes never left your body as he opened his arms and legs, laying in the starfish position.

L: Do you know how to massage?

You smiled softly and nodded.

-I do.

You climbed on the bed next to him and sat on your knees, careful to not damage the glowing dress. You looked down at his face, his hair slightly messy on the pillows.

-Where do you wish, my King?

L: everywhere.

You nodded again, praying that he didn't notice the leftovers of trembling in your voice. He summoned a bottle of oil massage and you understood immediately. You opened the bottle and poured some in your hands, rubbing them together to heat it before gently putting them on his back. You swallowed back the pleased sound you were about to make when your skin met his cold one, as you could feel every of his muscles. He was tensed, for sure, but something in him immediately relaxed when he sensed your soft fingers. You slowly started to massage his upper back, drawing every curve and line that his sculped body made. After a few minutes a sound close to purring came out of his throat, making you smile.

L: what's your name?

Your smile grew bigger, among with another feeling. Confidence. You felt important enough so that the King of Asgard asked for your name. You moved to his lower back, applying pressure on his spine and waist.

-y/n. 

Your fingers kept twirling and shifting, and you hoped that he couldn't feel your very hot skin. If he did, he didn't let it show.

L: soft hands you have, y/n. Also beautiful name.

He whispered, his tone looking like he was half conscious. The thing was that he had less much control over himself in those situations. The brain slowly shut down, leaving space for the heart. In his head you were probably thinking that he was going crazy, considering the fact that he never talked to you that way- or talked to you at all. He unnoticingly shook his head and squirmed a little.

-Stop squirming, your majesty. I can't work properly.

You chuckled quietly, massaging his entire back now. Your mind slowly wandered back on the feeling of his skin, but you shook your thoughts away. Not now, for the love of Frigga! 

L: I can't help myself. Your hands feel too good

He chuckled in his troat, clearing loving the way he teased you and you blushed, leaving a complete wordless mess of you. That was how he was. Teasing, playing, tricking... no one knew another side of him. Or no one alive. 

-Thank you.

You moved closer to him, shifting to be at his right. You took his closest arm and put it on your lap, again admiring how it moved. You truly were a fangirl. You looked down at it and dreamingly started to draw every curve and vein with your index finger. You swore you saw goosbumps running on his skin and instinctively pulled your hand away. You told yourself to pull yourself together and to stop acting like he was your boyfriend or something- he is the King, for heaven's sake! He turned his head to you, braids of his hair falling on his face and the cheek that he rested on red. He blew out a breath and his hair went back correctly. The darkness in his eyes contrasted with the cuteness of the moment, making you feel opposite emotions. Absolute adoration and fear. You gulped, waiting for his next words.

L: what lesson did you learn today?

He darkly asked, his  eyes locked on yours. Gods, you could drown in them and be happy about it.

- Not lying to the King

You said quietly and looked down, now working on his hand. The same hand that was stimulating your so sensitive parts and- You pressed your lips together at the thought, cursing your brain for being this dirty. Once silence fell again you got up and walked to the other side of the bed, to massage his other hand.

However you were stopped mid-way by Loki taking your wrist and pulling you down. You gasped in surprised and a second later, you were trapped between his body and the bed. Indeed, he was pinning both of your hands above your head, is own only inches away from yours. You captured a glimpse of mischief in his eyes and he tilted his head, like he was trying to solve some problem.

L: You've been dying to tell me something. What is it?

Your eyes widened and you searched for his, your mind creating every possible scenario. He couldn't know, could he?? Did Adrian tell him? Of course not- he would have never done something like that. 

-I...

You tried to talk, to finally confess that burning secret, but you just couldn't bring  yourself to do it. Your chest was hitting his bare one as stress found its way in you, and you swallowed hard.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Another lie. How much he hated them when he wasn't the one spoking them!

L: Do I have to remind you what happens if you deliberately lie to me, your King?

He asked in a threatening tone making you shook your head no violently.

-No.

You breathed out, closing your eyes. You built up the needed strenght before abruptely speaking.

-I have feelings for the King of Asgard!