"And Loki won't be able to use his magic to get out of these?" I held up the pair of gold and steel handcuffs that Sif had so gracious supplied me with, normally I would keep these affairs very private but I knew how Sif felt about Loki and anything that would make him miserable she supported. She gave me a sly smirk before nodding and continuing on her merry way, probably to start a fight or spar with the warriors, but I had other things on my mind.
I opened the door to our chambers, slipping in and shutting the door with a soft click, moving carefully so that the sound of metal clanking together could not be heard by the way that I held them behind my back. Sitting at his desk was Loki, a book open on the wooden surface, one elbow propped up on the top, his wrist moving in circles as if practicing a movement for a new spell. His concentration would have been nearly unbreakable if it hadn't been for the way I rested my hand on his shoulder, slowly and teasingly running it down the front of his coarse green tunic all while nipping at the junction of his jaw.
"(y/n), what in Valhalla's name are you doing?" It was almost a growl, filled with primal need and caught somewhere between a guttural cry and groan. I was eliciting the exact reaction I wanted.
"Shhh, just relax Loki. Let me take care of you." I cooed in his ear, careful to keep the handcuffs well out of sight, for I was certain that if he caught a glimpse of them before they were on his wrists they would most undoubtedly end up on mine. With ease his long and powerful legs pushed the chair away from the desk, giving me more room to drape a leg across his legs, straddling his lap.
In a frenzy his lips were pressed to mine, eager and passionate, as the air was sucked from my lungs. For a moment the shackles were forgotten as if on instinct my hands tangled into his ink black hair, tugging gently at the ends to pull his head back. He pulled away just as breathless as I was, our chests heaving, borderline sporadic, and through half lidded eyes the growing lust in Loki's dilating pupils was unmistakably clear. Languidly I ran my hands down his slender yet built chest, finding the hem of the nuisance of a garment that was a shirt, and with practiced ease I slipped it over his head, letting it fall to the floor at the left side of the chair. His chest heaved up and down and through a curtain of black hair he rested his head between my breasts, inhaling deeply the scent of residual lavender and peony from the bath of the previous night.
Loki leaned forward in the chair, his back leaving the cushioned backing of the antique chair, which was a silken covering of green and gold fabric. Taking this moment as my opportunity; I placed my hands on his shoulders, my fingers lightly dancing down his arms until I pushed them behind his back. And by some miracle I clicked the restrictive metal cuffs around his wrists, whether it was the soft metallic click or the cold metal against his skin that drew his attention I knew not, nor would I ever know, but his eyes shot up to mine, an incredulously look on his face that was mixed with a smidgen of angry in those mesmerizing deep green eyes. I chuckled silently as he resisted against the chain, he was trying to get them off. How adorable and yet such a double standard on his half.
"What's wrong Loki?" I pouted, feigning my best look of innocence which I knew was long gone as I taunting ran my thumbs across his defined clavicles, his body involuntarily shuddering beneath my touch.
"Oh I think you know full and well what is wrong darling." His punctual words were followed by the sound of the custom made chains that connected the bracelet portion of the cuffs, each link a serpent consuming it's own tail, they rattled with each vain attempt to free himself as if to demonstrate the point he was getting at.
"Whatever shall we do about this?" At this point my remarks were condescending and drenched with sarcasm. I could see the frustration through Loki's body language, the redness in his cheeks not coming from a blush. I groaned, mostly in pain, as Loki unexpectedly bit down on my shoulder, hard enough perhaps to break the skin, but sure to leave an angry bruise. Dragging out my movements I rose from his lap, and exasperatedly trailed my hand over the growing bulge confined within his leather breeches, enjoying the sheer amount of control I had over him at the moment.
