Frozen heart

Chapter 10

Is this love?

He rips his head down to account for his towering height, and he holds my cheek in his hand.
"Can I..?"

My mind blanks for a second, then it finally works again.
He wants a kiss. He's asking for a kiss. In his own, stubborn Loki way, he's asking for a kiss...

UGH WHY DO MEN HAVE TO BE SO-

"Please." The word escapes me before I can even think about it, and the next thing I know, his lips are in mine. For the first time, his skin isn't cold, it's warm. His lips move against mine, in a kiss that could either be given by an antagonistic villain or a swoon worthy love interest.

I've kissed men before, obviously, but never like this.
The whole time I used to kiss guys, I'd think about when it would be over, or if he's enjoying it, but Loki left me with no questions. His actions told me how much he was cherishing me. My hands are still frozen in place, and I probably looked like a fucking idiot. His hands found mine, moving them exactly where he wanted them; arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.

I stand on my tiptoes to reach better, and his hands gripping my waist like he was both hungry for more yet holding back.

It was so, so much better than I anticipated.

It was love.

I'm the one to break the kiss,  my lips peeling away from his. Inhaling softly, I let my muscles relax as we just stand there, looking at each other in an oddly comforting silence.

"Beautiful." He says.

"What?" Why would he break the silence with that?

"You. That kiss. This. Us." My heart erks at his words. There really is an us.

"Loki-" Before I can form the sentence, he cuts me off with another searing kiss. This time, his hands are holding the back of my neck, almost as if he's trying to hold me as close as possible. I lean into it, but as soon as the kiss breaks, I continue my sentence, a little more flustered.
"Can I speak now?"

"Ah, yes. Go ahead."

"I want you to stay here. In Asgard. With me." I smile awkwardly. Fuck, we had such a good moment going, and I just screwed it up, didn't I? But he just nods, pushing some hair out of my face again.

"Only if I can court you." COURT?! I have to bite my tongue to keep in my laughter. I know he's from Nordic times, technically, but FUCK IS IT FUNNY!

"And only if you never say that again." I laugh silently.
"Deal?"

"Deal." He replies.

A few words slip out before I can stop them.
"Love you."

"I love you too, darling."

Fini.