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I never wanted the throne, I only ever wanted to be your equal! - Loki MCU
A warm energy hummed beneath my skin rolling in heated waves; my body was spent, I couldn't recall falling asleep the shear exhaustion weighed down my aching limbs. My mind was at peace for those first waking moments, still revelling in the flashes of memory, his wicked lips, his cold touch reality refusing settling in.
I didn't need to open my eyes to feel his strong embrace around my body, the cool hardened mattress of a man beneath me. If I was to wake then this moment would be over, my eyes would ruin this new found bliss.
The steady thrum of his heart beat under my cheek, his breaths a hypnotic rhythm deep and slow I could only imagine the serene look his face would surely display. The soft material of my dress caressed my sensitive skin, I felt electricity skittering over all the tracks those hands had travelled. His woodsmoke scent bombarded my senses every intake I drew, I inhaled him.
The fire blazed on the far side of the room but I remained a cool temperature. Loki's touch was frozen solid and intense, but somehow not uncomfortable. He soothed the raging fire inside me, like a beautiful arrangement he made my body sing. I had never experienced anything as vivd in my life, uncontrolled pure desire, I acted on my feelings what I wanted to instigate, what we just shared felt so right but so forbidden all at once.
The crisp scrape of a turn of a page called my eyelids to flutter open, curiosity becoming too tempting he held a delicate leather bound book perched between fingers and a thumb. The flicker of the fire light in a curtains drawn library danced across its age worn words. Shifting my head, my hair caught on the ridges of his leathers, a soft smile decorated his slightly swollen lips. His hold tightened, I nuzzled into his sweet squeeze, how did we get here? How can I not have a breakdown right now... you don't just snuggle with the God of Mischief. I'm just. Just laying here, it feels right but how can it be?!
My heart rate began to increase and the panic sets in, that's when he brushes the hair from my face the feather light touch distracting my racing thoughts. The world feels like it's tilted he's cradling my jaw, those large hands I swear could cover my skull. He tipped my head back up to face him a new crease of concern cemented between his brows.
"Your thoughts are awfully loud darling."
"My mind is rarely still, I long for silence." I cannot recall the last time my conscience was lost for words or I didn't have a worry to torture myself over.
"As you wish my Queen." His lips a feather light brush, so slow and careful I closed my eyes relishing the tenderness. He placed a soft chaste kiss to my forehead, like a stone tossed into a still lake I felt the presence of his magic sending cool rippled waves along my body. They hummed with a soft lull, skitters of emerald energy thrummed across my face, vibrant green flashes painted the back of my eyelids.
My mind and body felt supported in such an intimate way, I almost felt as if I was out of my physical being... suspended in mid air. I gasped at the pulling sensation, I was still very much anchored to Loki's solid form, the continuous rise and fall of his chest grounded me. But I could feel a cold touch in a space I wasn't quite sure I knew, was this in my head or was I in his? Wherever this space lay I was not alone.
Do you see how things could always be if you had faith in us, if you simply trusted me with your mind, body and soul. I do not spin falsehoods Iver how could I risk this feeling? -
Loki what did you do? How is this possible? Where are we? Why is my vision submerged?-
- Darling, this is our unique connection. You need only reach for bliss. Our souls are to be shared one day, your mind is mine just as thine is yours. Whenever the world becomes too laborious you retain the ability to call on our bond. I will be here to vanquish that pesky conscience of yours.-
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