"(Y/n), darling would you like me to take the kids off you hands for the night? They can stay with Odin and I and we'll have a little sleepover."
I smiled brightly at Loki's mother. "Oh, Frigga, you guys don't have to do that."
"Oh, please, I insist." The side of her lip turned up in a smirk. "Besides, when was the last time you and Loki had a night together just the two of you?"
I pondered on that thought, but couldn't think of anytime soon.
"Not since my little girl was a baby," I admitted.
"See? That's exactly why you need this. Now go and wait for your husband to get back from his patrol so you two can spend some quality time together."
"But the children need a change of clothes, and what about their-"
"(Y/n)!" Frigga shooed me away. "Go. Have fun. Spend time with your husband."
I threw my hands up in defeat, walking back towards our room. Frigga was right. I hadn't gotten any personal time with Loki lately, and to tell the truth, I needed it desperately. He would be back in about an hour, and that was just enough time to set up a plan. I quickly ran some warm water in the huge tub in our bathroom that we had somehow managed to never use, filling it up close to the top. I went back into the bedroom, taking a few roses out of the vase on our dresser, and sprinkling a line of petals towards the bathroom, and into the water. To top it off, I lit a few of Loki's favorite scented candles that smelled like apple cider placing them around the perimeter of the bathroom. A small creak coming from the bedroom door told me that he was back. I quickly pealed my clothes off and stood in a dark crevice near the shower curtain.
Waiting...
The shuffling of feet echoed throughout the bathroom as Loki walked in, seeing the masterpiece I had created. His emerald green eyes sparkled with mischief as he spotted me in the corner leaning against the wall.
"My, my, my, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" His British accent rolled off his tongue like syrup.
"Well it has been awhile, hasn't it?" I replied, my body tingling in anticipation. "Tell me you haven't ached for me, Loki."
A dark laugh lined his thin lips, as he whispered, "(Y/n), are you trying to seduce me?"
Loki slithered over to me at an achingly slow pace. My insides were burning for him, dying to remember that pure pleasure that he had given me just a matter of years ago. Since our children were born, we almost never have had sex, and when we did, there wasn't enough time to enjoy it.
"Are you aching for me to be inside you? Because if that's what you want, just say the word."
I desperately wanted that. More than life. But I needed so much more first.
"Not quite," I paused, catching his lustful green eyes in a stare down.
I saw him smirk, bringing his body only inches from mine.
"Your cheeks turn such a pretty shade of pink when you lie to me. They always have. Now try again, angel."
"Oh just shut up and kiss me already!" I snapped, filling the gap between us, and yanking down on the horns of his helmet.
Our lips connected in a passionate kiss, one that we had lacked for years after our children were born. I needed this. We both did.
Loki pinned me up against the wall, gripping my waist tightly as I struggled to pull off his armor.
"Allow me, love." He snapped his fingers, standing completely naked in front of me, wearing only his helmet.
Before long, I was up against the wall with Loki's hands braced on either side of my waist. I had my legs wrapped around my torso, my center rubbing up against the muscular flesh of his chest.
