I see you || Loki

29. Roles Reversed

"Don't," you warned, not bothering to lift your head from where it rested against the pillow.

"I haven't done anything, love."

You hugged the pillow more closely and squeezed your eyes shut. Loki had persuaded you back to his room and into his bed, but you had no intention of doing anything more than sleeping. Loki seemed to have different plans, however, since his hands were wandering over your legs and hips.

"You're planning to," you said. "I can tell. It's the middle of the night. I'm tired." After the disaster of the party and all the drama afterward, you wanted to sleep for at least a week.

Loki pulled you by the waist so your back pressed against him. "I could wake you up." He scraped his teeth over the edge of your ear.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

He hummed and snuggled closer to you. "You like my hands. They are one of the many reasons that you love me."

"Your hands get you in trouble."

"Perhaps. But they are very good at getting me out of it too." You didn't respond. Loki continued his exploration, clearly trying to get a rise out of you.

You turned over and regarded him with a scowl. "I'm still angry with you."

He seemed unconcerned by that, instead running the tips of his fingers along the length of your arm. "What can I do to climb back into your good graces?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. No matter what you did, he would consider it a victory. His fingers still skimmed over your skin, never wandering too far. If you let him keep going like that, he would end up seducing you. Though... there was something that you could do. Something that might rock him back on his heels, if only for a moment.

Moves and countermoves. Tricks and traps and games.

You rolled out of the bed. Loki grimaced and let out a frustrated huff, then propped himself on his elbows to watch as you walked across the room. You rooted through the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled out the carefully wound length of rope that Loki had placed there several nights ago. His expression lit when you brought it back to the bed with you.

"I can't say that this is what I expected," he said, reaching for the rope, "though I'm delighted you've become so fond of the idea."

You pulled it out of his grasp. "It isn't for me."

There was a moment of confusion, a blank look that flickered over Loki's features, before an absolutely wicked expression took its place. He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of you, bringing his face close to yours but not quite touching.

"What is it you have in mind, spitfire?" he asked, though the gleam in his eyes told you he already knew.

"Take off your clothes."

"You want to play at being in charge, love?"

"I am in charge," you said.

"Hm." Loki's gaze raked over you from top to bottom, leaving fire in its wake. "I'm looking forward to it." Loki stood off the bed to loom over you. He tipped your face up to his. "If you do well enough," he said, "I'll even pretend that I can't get free."

Your heart stuttered, but you didn't betray that in your voice. "I told you to take off your clothes."

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you watched him undress, mind skittering through endless possibilities and—stars—what were you going to do with him? You should have thought this through more... because you hadn't thought it through at all, nothing more than idle imagining. Sure, Loki's hands were maddening, always coaxing you into things that you would never have explored otherwise. You had thought about what would happen if you could stop him for just a minute—really have him under control, see how far you could strain him. Honestly, you never thought Loki would agree to it.