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Loki

I sighed heavily, sweat dripping down from my forehead. Loki really busted my ass today during training and I was utterly exhausted. A shower sounded amazing, but unfortunately my shower had broken down a week ago and now I didn't have my own shower. Thankfully, Loki's room was just a few doors down from mine, and he had already given me his approval to use his, so that was where I was heading now. 

There was a slight urgency in my steps because I needed to give myself space from the god still in the training room. Ever since he's been pardoned by Odin to live in Asgard again, Loki and I have gotten so much closer since before. I didn't mind because I genuinely enjoy his company now. His character has change drastically since the incident in New York and he's quite pleasant to be around. 

Recently, however, things have started to change. Now, whenever I see him walk down the halls, my stomach drops and I find it hard to speak to him. Whenever he speaks to me, or makes stupid jokes, my heart flutters and my face gets warm. 

And, whenever we train together, and I see him in his tight training gear, with his muscles on display and his tight ass very visible with his pants, there's a new pressure in between my legs that won't go away for hours. 

I have caught myself daydreaming about him during our training sessions and it's gotten my ass handed to be multiple times before. Just like today, I was daydreaming about what Loki's chiseled chest would look like without the long sleeved, skin-tight shirt he wears when he had flipped me onto my back and pinned me to the mat, while chastising me about getting lost in thought. 

That had caused my face to burn hot and a permanent ache to settle in between my legs for the rest of the session. I had to cut it short, blaming it on a headache, and had run out to fund the closest shower to hopefully get rid of this uncomfortable ache. 

As I approached his room, I placed my hand on the panel on the side of the door. It lit up green and the distinct sound of the door unlocking could be heard. 

Once Loki and I got a lot closer, he felt comfortable enough to let me in his room whenever he wasn't there, so he put my hand into his lock so that I could get in. 

I sighed in relief once I was safely behind his door and it automatically locked behind me. I stripped out of my training clothes and walked into his bathroom. I turned on the shower and let it start to warm up while you imagined your session with the God of Mischief. Finally, I stepped into the shower, trying not to slip when my foot touched the cold tile floor. 

I couldn't get the image out of my head as the burning water dripped down my naked body. The image of panting Loki, with sweat was dripping down his forehead and onto his neck. His hair was pulled into a ponytail and he was panting from the two hundred laps that we had done around the palace. His already skin-tight shirt clung to him from the sweat, letting me get a perfect view of his lean and muscular body.

I knew I was a goner when he had wiped the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his shirt, which revealed the beautiful panes of his abs that traveled down his chest and ended at the top of the defined V-line. 

My hand traveled down my torso and ended in between my legs at the imaged burned into my brain. A soft moan escaped my lips as my fingers twirled around my pulsating clit, desperately wishing it was someone else. I couldn't help but imagine other things about our workout session. Like how his sinful lips always curled up into a prideful smirk whenever I would beat him on the mat. Or whenever his fingers would curl around my neck when he was teaching me how to get away from an enemy. 

A shudder ran down my spine at the images as my fingers slip my soaking cunt. I groaned deeply at the feeling, so engrossed in my fantasy that I didn't notice someone had entered the bathroom.