He laid her on the bed, following to cover her with his body. He braced himself on his elbows, hovering above her as he stared at her. "I am not a good man, nor am I patient, or kind, or inclined to share that which is mine. I do not approach this lightly. Can you accept me as I am?"
There was heaviness in his question. Words stuck in her throat and she nodded.
"No, love, I need to hear you say the words." He had an almost pained expression.
She swallowed reflexively, "Yes of course I accept you, I have since I first met you and I always will."
His green eyes darkened. "I hope you will not regret that decision." He descended on her, his mouth devouring hers. One of her hands fisted in his hair as she groaned at his hunger, her other hand slid down to pull the shirt from his jeans. His hand swept down her side, sliding under her top and pulling it up. His slightly cold hand brushed across her stomach and she giggled. Her legs slid open and his hips rested against hers. She gasped softly as he shifted and she could fell him pressed against her. Her body arched and her legs wrapped around his hips. She could feel his smirk in his kiss. Arrogant bastard. Her hand slid up under his shirt, and she softly ran a fingernail along one of his ridges.
He made a slightly strangled noise and pulled back to stare at her. "What was that?"
She grinned and did it again, "You mean that?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes, that. My magic is fully returned, the scars should no longer be there, visible or not. It's as though the marks are still there." His voice was soft and he moved to get up.
She tightened her grip with her legs and arms. He was far stronger than she was, but he allowed her to hold him there. "They kinda are, I can't see them, your magic is working just fine, but somehow I know they're still there and I can feel them."
"That shouldn't be possible, unless..." his voice trailed off, and his eyes seemed to focus on something far away. After a very brief moment, he shook his head and focused again on the woman beneath him. "It matters not. I hide the monster away so that I may better control myself."
"You're not a monster dammit! You've gone through monstrous trials, you've done monstrous things, but YOU are not a monster. You are the man I want, the man I love." Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, "And, I seem to recall you saying that if I continued doing that," her finger danced across the ridge that ran the length of his spine, "... you might lose control." She pushed herself up to whisper in his ear. "And like I told you before, I want you to lose control." Her hand made a broad arc sweeping over several ridges at once.
His back arched like a cat, his eyes flashed red, and his skin took on a slight bluish cast. "Love," he growled, "My Jotun nature is very primal and it is best that you do not provoke me, you've no idea how dangerous that could be." His eyes shut tight and he went very still. The blue faded from his skin and when he opened his eyes again, they were green.
"Loki, baby I want you. Blue or white, Asgardian or Jotun, safe or dangerous, it doesn't matter. I love you and I want you. I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back, I trust you completely." She ran her fingernails across a swirling pattern of scars on his ribcage.
He sat back on his heels and yanked off his shirt, the bluish cast had returned and her breath caught in her throat at the look in his blood red eyes. His hand ghosted across her body and her clothes disappeared. Her nipples pebbled from the sudden exposure to the cool air. He continued to sit back and stare at her naked form; he seemed to recover a measure of control as he looked at her. His normally vibrant green eyes were distant and unfocused, and she grew unsure under his gaze. Just as she moved to cover herself, he moved. His hands darted out and caught hers. "Do not hide yourself from me." With one hand, he held both of hers together above her head and leaned down to lave her taut nipple with a cold and pointed tongue. His other hand toyed with her other breast, caressing and massaging. He sucked hard on one nipple while pinching the other and she let out a shuddering gasp. He looked up at her. His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them; his pupils blown so wide the green of his eyes was almost non-existent.
