The second the last petitioner in the original line had been seen to, Loki stood, banged Gungnir twice and announced that petitions were complete for the day. The crowd bowed and curtsied and started to disperse. Before they could, Loki vanished Gungnir and turned to you. "You, my love, promised a much more enjoyable activity for the rest of the day," he purred for your ears only before he bent and swept you up into his arms.
"Loki~!" You shrieked and blushed as you wrapped your arms around his neck out of habit and balance more than anything. He had just picked you up in front of the whole court. Just because he could.
Loki ignored your outburst, holding you as if you weighed absolutely nothing, even with your newly acquired wings. He turned to the nearest Einherjar. "See to it that we are not disturbed for the rest of the day," he told the guard in his most formal court tone.
The guard inclined his head, as if this were all perfectly normal. Which, for a day with Loki as Allfather, this was one of the more normal occurrences. "Yes, Allfather." The order would be ignored if there were a true emergency, but for anything less than that, you were free to enjoy the rest of the day.
With that taken care of, Loki vanished with you in his arms. You weren't surprised that he wasted no time with something as mundane as walking. Why walk when he could teleport? You reappeared back in your suite. The doors were locked and warded. You weren't going to be interrupted.
Loki leaned down and kissed you the moment you were alone. You leaned up to meet his kiss, your warm lips to his cold ones. The contrast was as perfect as ever. Your lips parted as the kiss deepened and your arms tightened around his neck, holding him closer, your fingers winding in his hair. Loki walked you over to your giant bed and set you down gently. He leaned over you, never breaking the kiss, which was quite important to you as you still had a firm grip on his hair.
You finally pulled back to catch your breath, loosening your grip on his hair. "Norns, how I missed this, missed you," Loki breathed against your skin. You hadn't gotten proper alone time since the twins were born. "And I intend to enjoy every moment of this," he purred in his most seductive growl.
Loki's hands caressed your arms as he began to kiss you again. You closed your eyes, leaning up into the kisses, your back arching to reach him as he teased, making you work for it. His hands moved, effortlessly undoing the gown you wore and sliding it down your chest and arms. You were pretty sure he used magic to remove it entirely, but you were paying more attention to his hands caressing your skin and the excellent kisses.
You started to reach up to return the favor when Loki pulled back with a smirk. "Oh no, witchling, I'm the one getting to play with you," he informed you with that lovely seductive smirk. Of course, there was always the option to say no. To use a safe word. Consent was always part of the game. But when you didn't use that option, Loki's smirk and desire only grew.
Phantom hands took your wrists while Loki carefully, oh so carefully, pushed you back onto your back on the bed. He made sure your wings were spread so they wouldn't be harmed. The phantom hands held your wrists above your head, pinning them to the bed, where you wouldn't be able to touch Loki.
Once you were where he wanted you, he moved onto the bed, still fully clothed in his court regalia, including his horned helmet. Norns, he was hot as Hel. And you were fully naked in front of him. He spread your legs, putting himself between them, right where he wanted to be. "My witchling, all mine," he purred, his hands caressing your sides. You couldn't help squirming, wanting him to touch, to give some kind of pleasure.
"Yes," you mewled. It was the only acceptable reply, and the only true one. You were his, entirely.
"Good girl," he purred and finally started to give you what you wanted, what you both needed. He leaned down and kissed you again while his hands roamed your body. He knew all the most sensitive spots to make you melt under him. He also had magic and called phantom hands to make you delirious with pleasure. You lost track of which hand was the real one as they were caressing your breasts, your sides, rubbing, pinching your nipples, rubbing your thighs, teasing your entrance, but only teasing.
You were drenched with need, moaning into the kiss, and wound so tightly that you thought you would break. But Loki didn't relent in his ceaseless teasing, driving you closer and closer to the edge, but not letting you over. He pulled back from the kiss and you nearly cried in need, trying to rub yourself against him like a cat in heat, but the phantom hands held you still. You could feel him against you, held behind his fine Asgardian leather as your asshole husband was still fully dressed. "Needy little witchling," he purred against your lips. He reached down and finally, finally, undid his trousers to free his erections. "I'll take care of you," he promised. "Always,"
He braced himself and with one careful thrust, slid all the way in to the hilt. The feat would have been impossible had he not teased you to Hel and back as he had. Had he not made you so desperate and needy. He knew exactly what he'd been doing. Still, you screamed his name when he did.
"Yes, witchling, let the whole realm know who it is who brings you pleasure," Loki moved in you, slowly at first, but soon building up speed as he worked you both back up to the edge of pleasure.
This time, instead of forcing you back from the edge, he threw you both over it and you screamed his name again, crying it out for him as you both came, riding the waves of pleasure as he spilled himself inside you.
