Beneath A Moonless Sky: A Thor Fanfic

Beneath a Moonless Sky

Back inside, Loki was holding Lanie against his body with crushing force, his lungs fighting to retain oxygen as their heated make-out session intensified. Her body felt like heaven against his own, as if she had been born to fit around his waist, and heat was spreading throughout the God quickly...he wanted her. An ache was growing between his legs, and he allowed his hands to trail down her body as he kissed all down her jaw sweetly, lovingly. He was being surprisingly gentle with her, and it was hard for Lanie to picture him as the man from her memories, the man who had killed all those people. He touched her like she was something precious, something to be protected. He loved her.

Lanie's fantasy was interrupted as she felt his nimble fingers tug at the waist of her jeans, realizing that there was something growing near her rear that had not been there before. Her cheeks darkened instantly, reaching to delicately push his fingers away as she caressed the side of his face in apology. He noticed the way her body trembled, and he cocked his head to the side with a smoldering mix of curiosity and concern burning behind his eyes.

"Is this not what you want?"

Lanie shook her head quickly. "No, it's not that at all. It's just that...well, I'm nervous."

Loki laughed at the very thought, rolling them onto their sides, legs tangled together as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at her. His free hand tangled in her hair and he shot her a lopsided smile. "I find that hard to believe, what have you to be nervous about? You're beautiful. Do not be self-conscious. Or is it because I am of Asgard? I am not going to hurt you, never you."

Lanie rolled her eyes, frustrated that he wasn't grasping what she was trying to say and she took his face within both of her hands. "Loki, I'm not afraid of you. I trust you. But I'm nervous." She rolled the word off her tongue slowly, not breaking eye contact until she was sure she saw both understanding and pure shock wash over his features.

"Oh."

Lanie nodded slowly, the flush on her cheeks burning hot under her skin, half afraid he wouldn't want to try anymore after this. It was embarrassing to be twenty-one-years-old and a complete virgin, especially when her best friend was...well...Emily. Her friend had always been a bit promiscuous, but Lanie...Lanie was sexually anorexic.

Loki inched closer to her, as if he was going to kiss her, but his deep sapphire eyes suddenly appeared tortured, and begged for her consent. His sudden vulnerability caught her off guard, softening her own expression in an attempt to reassure him. "Are you certain, then, that you want a monster to marr the parts of you that remain pure?"

Lanie's eyebrows furrowed, offended for him that he'd speak of himself that way. The man before her was no monster, no one could ever convince her of that. The monster he spoke of was rage, it was an emotion he acted on after years of internalizing abuse. Her Loki was so much more than that. The kiss she planted on his lips was soft as a ghost and she squeezed his hand hard. "Don't. I want to belong to you in every way, forever."

The surprise in his eyes was evident, but not vocalized, there was no need. A sudden electricity passed through them, and the happy grin that shot across his face was enough to stop her heart in its tracks. He grabbed her hand and tugged her up off the bed and to her feet. "Come with me, then."

Lanie couldn't help the bright curiosity that lit up her face, though Loki only grinned in response, pressing a long finger to his lips as he did so. He wasn't telling her a thing, it was to be a surprise. They walked beside one another for a long while in a comfortable silence, swinging their interlaced hands between the two of them as Lanie admired her surroundings. The palace seemed even more beautiful at night. A sleepy tranquility had settled into the air, and as she gazed at the shimmering walls and picturesque etchings amid ancient furniture she marveled at how perfectly at ease she felt by Loki's side. She wanted to ask him about New York, she wanted to understand what had made him do such terrible things, when his heart was silently speaking to her on an intimate, tender frequency. She thought better of it as they walked out into what appeared to be a small garden, not wanting to ruin the mood quite yet. It was an inquiry better saved for a different day.