Always wanted to know the truth behind Loki's hatred toward his brother and father? Loki has a perfect, happy second life on Earth, pretending to be a mortal so he can be with Jane. Unfortunately, Odin has other plans for Jane Foster; she needs to c...
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Jane stumbled backward in disbelief. "No," she whispered, her mind struggling to process the reality before her. This couldn't be; this had to be a dream. Her chest felt as if it would explode with emotion, a cocktail of shock and longing swirling inside her.
Loki watched her, captivated by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her shocked eyes reflecting a whirlwind of feelings. He couldn't control his own emotions any longer; the desire to hold her, to feel her warmth, overwhelmed him.
Ignoring the potential consequences, he stepped closer, consumed by a singular craving. He slid his arm around her waist, drawing her into the warmth of his embrace. To his surprise, Jane didn't resist; instead, she melted against him, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"John," she breathed, the name hanging in the air like a fragile thread connecting them.
At that moment, something snapped inside him. He yearned to savor her presence, to feel the bond between them again. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Jane's bewildered expression mirrored his own tumultuous emotions. He closed the gap longingly, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both eager and tender. Oh, how he had missed this.
Jane inhaled the intoxicating scent that enveloped him—a blend of crisp apples, the freshness of a forest after rain, and the cool, clean aroma of a snowy winter day. It was a sensory reminder of everything she had once loved about him, and it made her realize, that it was truly him.
The kiss began slowly, a gentle exploration, as Loki wanted to savor every second of their reunion. But soon, Jane responded with a hunger that matched his own, increasing the rhythm and intensity. If this was a dream, she wanted to feel every bit of it before waking up. She kissed him with a fervor that ignited a fire between them, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Loki couldn't help but chuckle happily at her outburst of emotions, feeling a surge of joy and relief that she wanted him just as much.
Sensing her longing, he deepened their kisses without hesitation, urgency matching the fire that had sparked between them. His hands roamed over Jane's back and neck, craving her warmth, needing her even closer. This was the intimacy he had longed for—a connection that transcended the time they had spent apart and the pain of their past.
As his hands trailed down to her stomach, hips, and legs, he gently lifted her beautiful Asgardian dress, wanting to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. The intimate touch sent a shiver through Jane, and she gasped for air, her breath hitching at the sensation. She tangled her fingers in Loki's hair, pulling him closer as if anchoring herself to this moment.
"John..." she murmured between kisses, her voice a mix of desire and disbelief. It felt surreal, being here with him again, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own universe.
He responded by pulling her hip closer to him and lifting her leg, not breaking the kiss, pouring all his pent-up feelings into that moment. The warmth of her body against his, the way her fingers tangled in his hair—it was everything he had missed and more. Each touch ignited a spark, a reminder of the bond they shared, the love that had never truly vanished.
