°•Various One-Shots/Short Stories•°

Loki (x) Female Character: Merry Christmas

Today was the day.
Christmas day, to be exact.
Although, It hadn't felt like it.

It's was an early Monday.
Eve slips out of bed, dragging her feet across the cherry wooden floors.

Somehow, this years seemed different from the last. It could've been due to the recent move, but she felt drained and dazed.

After taking care of her business within her small bathroom, her mind wanders.

What should I eat.

She had several option, from cereal, to bagels and anything in between.
Were she in the mood to cook? No.
Cereal, It is.

Her tired eyes are blurred, blinking a numerous amount of times, she clears the film glazes over them.
Balancing on her toes, she reaches for the box atop the fridge.

Cinnamon toast crunch.

She had been quick in filling the ceramic bowl, before returning the box, and pouring a drowning bowl of milk over the cereal.

Her mouth waters with anticipation.
It had been rare for her to indulge in such things. She had been more focused on her health, which lead to her being cautious of what she put in her mouth. But, today had been an exception.

She had gone to bed late, due to her late night readings, and she hadn't been in the mood.
She muscle toward her living room couch, dropping against the cushion, only to spill droplets of the milk she had only pour merely seconds ago.

"Dammit!" She shrieks, furiously wiping the spill into her Polyester pajamas.

Immediately, something had caught her eye.
Lifting her head, slowly, she is greeted by an unexpected sight located beside her six foot tree.
Her chest heaves with every breath, before she shrieks out in terror.

A man, had been sitting beside her tree on blue leather and chains.
However, this wasn't just any man. This was the one man, that majority of women wanted to sink their teeth into--Loki.

The God of Mischief.

"You wander around for hours, only to just take notice of my presence, now?" He quips.

She was stunned, shocked, happy, but in denial.
This had to have been a dream.
She was certain. She had plenty of dreams prior to this, to which she had met him, or had an intense make out session with the God. It was only fair for her to assume so now.

Speechless, she considers pinching herself, just before he speaks, "I don't know what it is you are thinking right now, but if you would be so kind as to untie me, perhaps we could come to an arrangement."

"An arrangement?" Eve had assumed this was a joke.

Yes, she was definitely dreaming.
As she assumed so, she sets her breakfast aside, and leans from the couch, advancing toward the God.

She proceeds, working her fingers against the chains that had constricted him, before managing to slip them from his body, entirely.

"Much better." His voice is murmurous, as he massages his skin through the leather in which the chains had been placed, "Now, per our arrangement." He began, "I'm uncertain as to how I ended up here, but I don't intend to stay. So," he trails. "since were have been so kind as to release me, I will give you that in which you so desire."

His voice sent chills down Eve's spine, pleasant ones. If it were possible, she would listen to him speak, all day.

However, she hadn't been convinced. This is a dream, so she might as well demand something crazy.

"Well, since you're offering. You." Her statement was simple.
She wanted the God of Mischief.
Her deepest desire involved him.

"Me?" Loki had been confused by the girl's demands. "Surely, you jest."

"No. No, I don't. You said you would give me what I wanted and I want you." She had been so bold as to request such a thing. If this weren't a dream, she would surely shy away, before being so brazen.

The God had listened carefully, before he complies. He had spoken and he wouldn't dare go back on his word. After all, she did free him.

"What is it that you wish of me?" Although calm, his tone is abrasive.

Lifting herself up and onto her toes, she places a tender kiss against his lips. Loki had thought to push Eve away, but he had reacted, unexpectedly.
His lips against hers brought light to a  new sensation. One that even he, hadn't expected.

He reacts, impulsively, his hands settle against her hips, drawing light circles as he squeezes them in a playful manner.

Her small tongue darts out to taste him and Loki smirks, determined to make the girl work for it.
She rips in the opposite direction, frustrated by his attempts to keep her tongue at bay, catching glimpse of the man's crooked smile.

He was enjoying this. He had never met a mortal as foolhardy as she had been and he intended to draw this out.

Done! This is just a simple OS. I'm fortunate enough that I had been able to write it, with the help of a certain devious God.
Thank you! Also, thank you for taking the time to read this. (੭ >᎑<)