I see you || Loki

Epilogue: Intimacy Interrupted

Playing with you was just such fun. Loki had endless ways to torment you. And the fact that you enjoyed it—seemed to thrive off his tricks and games—only added to his enjoyment. There were always new means through which to drive you mad.

Forcing you to keep your hands to yourself was particularly effective. You always seemed so bewildered that he wanted to spend hours lavishing you with attention, as if you had no idea what simply watching you did to him.

Of course, you had never seen yourself fall apart. You'd never watched the expressions of want that turned to need that turned to pleading. You didn't realize how you clung to him as if he was the only thing in the universe. You didn't recognize what words you let tumble from your lips when you lost yourself completely.

Loki gloried in it.

It was the first thing that drew him to you. You hadn't meant to summon him, so you hadn't orchestrated your unknowing private performance. The way you'd writhed in the sheets, his name on your lips, brought everything into sharp focus. Loki had thought of fulfilling your wishes, but held back. Then you called him again. And again. And again. Loki attended without fail, entranced by the difference from the woman he had thought he'd known.

You had never held any fascination for him as Thor's fiancé. You stood on the sidelines, there because you had to be. But once Loki knew of your private thoughts—that you fantasized about something more than Thor could provide—he couldn't resist. How could a creature so proper in public be so expressive when alone? What would it take for you to let go with him? You were a puzzle... and Loki loved puzzles.

He knew he wanted you the first time you called, vowed to have you the second. By the third, he'd all but claimed you as his own.

All of Asgard now recognized that claim. And Loki had no intention of letting you forget to whom you belonged.

Loki sat against the headboard of his bed with you nestled in front of him, back pressed to his chest and his hand between your legs. You whined and writhed against him, hands tangled in Loki's hair where he had commanded they stay. Your legs shifted restlessly against the sheets and sweat glistened over your bare skin. Loki had every intention of tracing those drops with his tongue when he was through with you—though that would be a while longer yet.

"Loki," you gasped, "Loki, please."

"No, sweet. Not just yet." Loki nipped the edge of your ear and basked in the way it made you arch against him with a moan. "You still have to wait. Trust me, love. You know how good it will feel."

"I can't..."

"You will because I told you to do so." He drew his free hand over your stomach and squeezed your breast. "You've been magnificent so far. Just think how wonderful it will be."

"Please."

"Begging won't help this time."

You bit your lip and let your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Good girl," he said, murmuring the words against your ear.

Loki sensed the intrusion before you did. He would have given all the world to have prevented the knock that pounded through the front door and echoed all the way to his bedroom. You jerked in his arms, body going rigid in a bout of modest fear. Loki tightened his embrace around you, holding you still though your first instinct was to flee.

"Hush, love," he said, dropping his voice to soothe you. You shoved against him, but he kept you locked firmly in his arms. "It's alright."

The intruder knocked again and Loki suppressed the swell of annoyance that followed. Obviously, no one else knew what he endured to keep his skittish pet happy in his embrace, but this really was a step beyond.