A Whole Bunch of Loki's

State of Pure Bliss - 20k Special

The morning light shining through the barely drawn curtains were what made Loki gradually stir awake, the sun's beams hitting him in the face and instantly heating up his skin that was usually cool to the touch.

He let out a small groan and lifted his arm up to cover his eyes, though he knew that he'd eventually have to get up and close the curtains properly, Loki felt too pleasantly physically drained to be bothered to get up and move across the room.

There was a soft snore from beside him that drew his attention to the other side of the bed, a warm and content smile softening his features as he took in the bare figure lying at his side.

Her back was turned to him, giving him the perfect view of the curve of her hip and the rear he had used just a few hours ago to help in their movements on top of the mattress.

The memories of what had happened mere hours ago were deliciously vivid.

How they had practically torn each other's clothes off, desperate in their lust to get as close to each other as possible.

How they had fallen onto the bed and she'd wasted no time in opening up to him, looking up so desperately that he would have felt cruel to tease her like he wanted to.

The way she grabbed his wrist and the sultry tone in her voice as she said; "Not tonight," when he reached for the protection they usually used.

How her body writhed beneath him and then on top of him as they rode each other for hours, their stamina and libidos managing to keep up at a pace that was unseemly even for Gods.

They both knew why.

He had prepared a special brew from an old book in his library for this exact occasion.

They had agreed that there was no better night than that one to give it a try and it hasn't disappointed in the slightest, Loki wasn't a man of poor performance but last night was unlike anything he had experienced before.

The thoughts of the night caused his excitement to spark up again and it wasn't long before he found himself erect, his body yearning to be pressed against the one lying beside him.

"I guess the brew hasn't worn off entirely," he chuckled quietly to himself.

Rather than waking her, which he decided would be rude after he'd been the one who tired her out to badly, he instead sat up and glanced around the room to decide his next course of action.

On the floor he could see the dress she'd worn during the reception, not an intricate design but still gorgeous in colour and fit for a princess.

This was, of course, accompanied by discarded underwear, tights and shoes, all of which lay mixed with the many layers of his own armour.

His eyes eventually drifted over to the furthest corner of the room where a table sat beside the window, covered in books and papers that he'd accumulated over time.

Pulled out from the messy desk was a chair and draped over the chair was an elaborately decorated dress of black, green and gold.

The dress she had been so eager to hide from him before the big day, the one he'd been desperate to see because of how secretive she was about it.

Though he was glad he had waited, seeing her arrive at the end of the aisle in her dress for the first time was a moment he'll treasure for the rest of his life.

The way his heart jolted and his breath was taken away purely from the sight of her and the beautiful smile that was intended solely for him, there was nothing like it.

It took him back to when they had first met.

It had been during one of Asgard's many celebrations, though he couldn't remember what it was.