I Don't Believe We've Met

Move Faster

Okay, I tried to write the smut you wanted, but I read it, and oh boy if what I wrote happened IRL, I'd probably die.  It wasn't good.  I'll just have to stick to eluding to it, sorry, guys!

You had never experienced something as delicious and satisfying in all of your years; nothing could compare to this, and you unapologetically made it known exactly how you felt.  All it left for Loki to do was to stare at you in awe and a little bit of despair in that he wasn't able to feel the same way. 

"This is the best moment of my life," you mumbled, closing your eyes with a soft moan.

"Darling, I'll do my best to not take offense, as I was led to believe I had given you that only moments ago," Loki smiled demurely, "but this is only pizza.  Cold pizza, at that."

"Hush, boy," you smiled in reply, eagerly taking another slice from the pan that was now lying on the kitchen floor next to you, "I plan to share.  Here, try it, you'll see." 

Loki coyly tried to smile, but he couldn't say no to what you were offering; the pure look of love in your eyes was something he had never seen directed towards him, and you were just so happy to be with him that he still found it hard to believe.  All that he wanted to do, for every minute of every day that he had left in this life, was to keep you looking at him in the exact way you were right now.  He opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him, finding that you were actually quite correct.  "Mmm, yes," he hummed as he chewed, "I've definitely been missing out for all of these years.  We should've had this first.  It was unfair of you to make me wait."

"Shut up," you gasped, nudging him playfully, "I can make you wait longer until we do this again, if you're not careful."

He swallowed hard and his eyes widened, looking at you with an uncharacteristic fear, "are we still speaking about the pizza?"

"Yes, honey, we're still talking about the pizza." When his posture relaxed and his smile returned, you held out the slice again to allow him another taste, before setting it aside and turning back with the look of wanting that he had given you not so long before.  You slowly pushed your way up, sliding your leg over his to sit facing him.  His hands slowly slid around you and against your back to hold you steady, though his touch was barely a ghosting of his fingers to let you know that he was ready for whatever your plans were for him, and you were more than ready to show him.  "There's no way I'm waiting another minute for anything else."

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"I'M AWAKE!  I'M AWAKE!  THAT'S SO COLD!"       

"Aren't you supposed to be a frost giant or something? Thor told me about the play you wrote, and you called yourself a little blue baby icicle."

"Yes, but I've...acclimated," he sighed, fully alert and sitting up from the kitchen floor, where neither of you had yet to leave. He looked down at his chest with a soft whimper, using his hand to clear away his skin.  "Is this ice cream?  Was this done purposefully?"

Laughing and still completely undressed, you hurried and stood, crossing the kitchen with tip-toed steps to grab a towel, returning to him to help the clean-up.  "I'm sorry, I dribbled.  I was still hungry and you fell asleep on my lap.  We seem to have forgotten all about food when this started."

"For good reason, I should think."

"I think so too, but if we don't eat, we won't have energy to do much of anything else."

"What else could there possibly be?" Loki chuckled, lying himself back down to rest his head on your legs, looking up at you with a smile that lit the glimmer of joy in his eyes.  "Besides, we've been on this floor for much of the night, in a building filled with beds that have to provide much greater comfort."