A Whole Bunch of Loki's

A Mile in my Shoes

"Loki, no," I sighed softly, shifting away, "not right now."

My boyfriend pulled away further and looked at me before sighing.

"Are they still playing up?"

I nodded, my hands instinctively moving to push against my breasts, just to double check that they were definitely still aching, before I adjusted my shirt.

"Not much longer, then you can play with them to your heart's content."

I had to give him credit where credit was due, he had been amazingly patient, even if at times he got a little huffy.

It had been about a week now that my hormones had spiked, which meant in turn that my breasts, especially my nipples, had started to hurt when even just brushing against my bra.

He understood, for the most part, but there were times that he complained about my complaining when I was sore or aching.

"If they were mine, then I'd still play with them," he chuckled, picking up the book he had set to one side so that he could attack my breasts like an octopus.

"Oh? You're so sure about that?"

Loki smirked at me, not even stopping to think before he nodded.

"I'd be willing to bet otherwise."

His eyebrow quirked before his eyes narrowed and darkened.

"It's not wise to make a deal with me, pet."

"If it's a deal that benefits me then you may call me a fool."

"You may regret it."

I hummed and got up, heading to the kitchen for a good helping of my current craving, cornflakes with a nice cup of sweet coffee.

"Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't."

I didn't know what to expect with Loki's unofficially declared 'deal' but waking up significantly taller and with an erection wasn't exactly what I expected to wake up to.

"For Christ sake, Loki," his voice husked as I grumbled, rolling over in bed and wrapping my arms tighter around the pillow beneath me.

"You rang?"

That was weird, knowing that that was my own voice but hearing it being used towards me was completely alien and not at all what I thought I would sound like.

I could hear him padding closer, now I realized just what people meant when they said I walked lightly, even Loki using my body somehow crossed the room with only a few scuffs of his feet.

"I don't even want to look at you right now."

"Technically, you wouldn't be," he chuckled, which sounded even more alien than hearing him talk.

"How?"

"I was raised by a wonderfully magic woman, she had many tricks up her sleeve."

"Great. Why?"

"You made a deal, didn't you?"

"I was kidding," I whined, a sound I had never heard Loki make in my years of knowing him.

"And I wasn't, so get up, you got about a week of being me to get through."

"What?!" I sit up too quickly, causing my head to spin sickeningly.

"You know I don't half-ass things."

"So, we're going to be each other for a week?"

"Basically, it gives me a feel for these symptoms you have."

I watched as he reached up and cupped my chest, smirking deviously as he pinched and prodded them, though I did notice his grimace as well.

"They are rather sensitive."

"Geez, it's almost as if I told you that myself."

Loki grinned widely and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Boy, it was nothing but weird seeing my boyfriend's typical expressions on my face, they didn't suit me at all.

I dared to glance him over, trying to hide my distaste at watching myself.

"This is going to be a long week," I sighed, throwing the covers away, "but lets get it started."