Cupping his cheeks with an impossible tenderness, you traced delicate patterns around his forlorn features. As mundane as your day had been, solace was acquired upon arriving at the young prince's chambers. Perched on his bedside, you began speaking words of comfort. Although, much to your dismay, he appeared to heed nothing of those sweet utterings.
"We c-can't do this." He whispered, gazing into your wide (e/c) orbs, a boundless dejection ensnaring his voice.
Rubbing circles on his face, mournfully, you breathed, "Of course we can."
Observing the pensive way in which his head shook, you fought the urge to allow all the seas of the nine realms to gush from your eyes. Quivering, your companion placed a soft hand atop your own, detaching it gently, and setting it on your lap, your fingers intertwined.
"You are a maid of this palace. If father found out, y-you –" Unable to even finish his sentence, the grief encasing his being spilling over, he lowered his head.
Quelling the agony in your chest as much as possible, you leaned forwards, using the hand he was not grasping tightly to lift up his chin. You permitted yourself to glimpse his doleful state, before fluttering your weary orbs shut. You pressed warm lips to cold ones, breathing gratefully as you felt him relax.
Copious amounts of passion poured into the kiss, and almost timidly, you trailed a temperate tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Rather than the taunting refusal you expected, he gingerly complied, opening his mouth, and allowing you to fight him for dominance.
With him being in a less-than-excellent condition, you won the battle without incident, traversing the familiar territory. He groaned, and the melodic sound reverberated throughout your entire body. Loki's submission frightened you – more than you cared to admit.
Once your link was broken, you gave him a minute to breathe. The union between Frost and Fire Giants would take some getting used to.
"We are opposing sides of the hemisphere: Two extremes." You explained, watching his features gradually become softer.
A heartfelt smile tugged at his lips. "I suppose we are."
