I see you || Loki

19. Untethered Unity

"Do as you wish" had a million possible interpretations and Loki hadn't exactly been clear about which he meant. What were his intentions for you? What—if anything—were you to tell others in the palace? What were you supposed to do about Thor? There was a lot to think about.

At the moment, however, Loki wasn't giving you room to breathe, much less think.

You moaned, head thrown back on the pillows and hands clutching at the headboard where Loki had commanded them to stay. He kneeled between your legs, continuing an agonizing exploration with his hands and tongue that had spanned the past hour. Or perhaps it had been longer. You had no way to track time and no mental capacity to do so regardless. You were certain he was punishing you, keeping you close to the edge, but backing off each time you thought you might topple over. If not for the fact that your legs were weak to the point of shaking, you might have been tempted to kick him. As it was, you laid at his mercy—of which he had none.

He never stopped talking. His voice reached every inch of you, building the fire that he stroked to life and soothing it back down again. He spoke without end, praise and encouragement in equal measure. He kissed every part of your body in turn, as if cataloguing you in minute detail.

Loki paused as he nibbled at the inside of your thigh. "Did you miss me, sweet?" His fingers slid inside you and you managed to whimper in response, mind turned hazy. You'd passed any threshold of coherency a while before.

"Give a proper answer."

"Yes," you gasped. Your body ached for release, yet you didn't know if you were even capable of it anymore. After all of Loki's attentions, perhaps you'd simply shatter into stars.

"Did you think of me?"

"Yes." Stars, yes. A hundred times. You'd bit back his name every night, subsisting off memories that faded more with each day you stayed from him. You'd ached for his hands instead of yours and you'd muffled tears with your pillow.

"You were so good last night, darling, and absolutely fantastic this morning. I think it's about time you were rewarded." Loki kissed your stomach, following a line from your chest to navel. "What do you want?" he asked. You whined, a thousand things springing to mind but no tendril of thought clear enough to grasp. Loki chuckled. "You only have to tell me."

"You," you said. "Please, Loki. Please, I want you."

"You already have me, sweet. Try again."

Damn Loki and his games. He was hard, though he hadn't let you touch him throughout. He'd held himself back for a reason that only the stars could know, instead lavishing you with attention. He had to want more. He had to. But he was being stubborn, forcing you to ask. You swore.

Loki laughed. "Mind your manners, love. I've been nice so far."

"Please," you whined.

"Please what?"

"Please. I want you inside me."

"Good girl."

Loki lifted your hips off the mattress and thrust into you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body responding as if he'd lit fireworks inside you. Loki didn't wait for you to adjust and took up a fast pace that left you breathless. Each stroke hit the very center of you and you saw lights behind your eyes. The precipice on which you'd balanced disappeared from under you and you came with a cry.

Loki stopped and watched as you shuddered through the aftershocks. He lowered your hips, still intimately entwined, and lay over you so his body covered yours.

"Well done, sweet," he said into your ear. "You've been so good for me."

You whimpered in response, floating somewhere between ecstasy and oblivion. Loki peppered lazy kisses over your neck. He was still hard inside you and his hips rocked gently against yours, each movement eliciting an echo of pleasure through your body.