Summary/Inspired by: "Aaj Ki Raat" from Don 2006
Requester: @MeenuKumari7
Note: I had to use an English translator to dissect the song
Rating: R
Your senses tingled, every part of your skin seemed to tickle while you had a giddy feeling overwhelm your heart. The fur rug beneath you felt like a cloud while the fireplace warmed your body, as did the alcohol that ran through your blood stream.
Two bottles in fact, of Asgard's finest wine lay upon the table. Empty. One for you, and one for him.
Him..
The second prince of Asgard, lay beside you and most likely just as intoxicated as you. You lay perfectly still, as asked, while he hovered above you with a staggering balance that threatened to collapse at any second. You trusted him, you knew he was in control.
Chosen.
You were but a simple maid, one that normally would tend to the preparation of the dining hall before you would take up the task of cup filler. If a glass was raised, you would fill it with no hesitation. Upon most nights, you had noticed the god of mischief's glass being downed quite more frequently than others, much to the point where you've opted to stand behind him to make sure he was satisfied.
You later realize he had merely been emptying it below the tables, a confession shared with you tonight in which he merely was just wanting your company. He hated you near the other men, another confession on top of others. You were to be shared, not assigned but a promise made sure you would find yourself being transferred before the sun was up tomorrow morning.
You were his..
What's going to happen tonight? What will he attain? What will you lose?..
A reassuring kiss brought you out of your thoughts, Loki's soft lips brushing against yours where you both could inhale the scent of the wine you had shared but not to long ago. With no sign of resisting, he pressed his lips a bit firmer to yours, a moan humming against your mouth as his eyes fluttered closed. Your chin eagerly tilted up, deepening the kiss with equal affection while your hands raised to rest upon his shoulders.
He was shirtless, your fingertips welcoming the feeling of his skin as they wished to memorize the tone muscles and small scars earned from battle no doubt. He was beautiful, skin soft and smooth as it ran under your roaming hands. His body has not yet made contact, hovering above yours just enough to share body heat but you didn't dare take what was not offered. He called the shots and you would follow his indications regardless if you wished to take or not.
By the feeling of him shifting, he moved a hand to ghost his fingertips against your collarbone, making you tilt your head to give him better access to your neck. But he wasn't going there. His hands trailed down between your breasts, ghosting your cleavage before his fingers rose to grip the string that kept the front of your dress closed.
Loki raises his head, looking down so his eyes could follow his movements with his pupils blown and eyes covered by half lids. With a slow, agonizingly slow pull, the string came undone so that he could grip the top of your dress and pull down so that your breasts could be revealed.
His eyes were on them now, making your cheeks heat up at the attention but could fell you weren't as shy compared to if you were sober. Goosebumps decorated your skin as he dipped his head down, his gentle breath fanning over your skin as you put two nervous hands back at his shoulders while he ran his tongue against one of your nipples. His tongue was warm, soft and wet, causing your back to arch and your thighs want to press together if it weren't for his knee resting between them.
