i'll fill this book with oneshots about our favourite god of mischief. i'll always appreciate your feedback, comments, etc. and read it. <3
note: i don't own any of the marvel characters nor used gifs.
note II: i won't write explicit smut, sorry!
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a/n: i feel so foul for using this gif now that we know about the context of the scene, but in my defense, before the full clip was released and only a screenshot was on the internet, the whole fandom thought this scene was about something else...
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It had all happened so quickly. Unexpected. A slightly surprised gasp escaping Loki's lips. The last thing [Name] could clearly remember, and then... everything was drowned in affection, in love and beneath heavy breathing.
She felt him lean into her touch as soon as her lips had settled onto his, as if he had been craving it for decades, craving it like a starving creature. And with each movement, she felt him tense beneath her touch even more.
Her breath felt heavy on her tongue, her throat dry and thirsty. Yet her lips were busy being pressed against the ones of the god of mischief himself.
Loki's hands were holding her, pressing her tightly against his tense body, yet they were somehow exploring her curves at the same time, holding her by her waist before slowly working their way up her body. His fingertips grazed her chest until they reached her collarbone, her shoulders again. God, his touch was to die for. Soft but slightly boisterous, lovingly yet somewhat adamant...
His lips travelled along her jawline, peppering every inch with multiple kisses. A soft gasp escaped her lips, though she didn't want him to stop. Ever.
As his breathing grew heavier, so heavy [Name] could nearly feel it coat her skin like a thin layer of himself, his breath mingled with hers as his lips settled onto hers again.
The fingers of her right hand were tangled with his meanwhile messed up black curls, almost gripping them ardently, whilst her left hand attempted to steady her body by holding onto his shoulder.
More. He was craving her. All he could clearly make out in his bewitched, dazzled mind that was in such a haze, was her.
The way her fingers, her touch felt on his skin. So good. The way she gripped him with both genuine love and for the sake of her own steadiness as he continued to pepper her face with kisses, some of them soft, others more boisterous, almost greedy for her love.
He sucked in a breath as his lips felt the familiar touch of hers again, his heartbeat swelling. Its rapid pounding flooding every single one of his limps. Words seemed to be something estrange, something foreign, and there were feelings, emotions only, and he poured all of them into their kisses.
He released a deep breath against her mouth, and as he felt her smile against his lips, he could remember no words, no sounds, nothing in the Nine Realms but her name.
