Odin's Little Devil// Loki

Lust

"But how? How do you know I'm telling the truth? You just said-" Loki was cut short.

"It doesn't matter what I said, this isn't your fault. I was worried you were purposefully destroying... our... name" Nyx trailed off, realizing what she had said. "I'm sorry-" she was cut off by a pair of warm lips, sending her into overdrive. There was a strange sense of assurance in the action. She didn't need to apologize, he didn't need to hear her explanation. Not because he didn't want to hear it, but because he didn't need to.

He already knew he could feel at rest with her, he was accepted and that's all he needed.

She tried to pull away since she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him if she lost herself in the moment, but he pressed further and his hands were on her hips and Nyx had her hand buried within his hair, ruffling his perfectly combed locks. Then suddenly, there was only them again.

Loki spun her around and her back collided with the wall, the air getting knocked out of her in a soft whimper of surprise. His hands trailed up her waist. Loki squeezed the back of Nyx's shoulder blade with ecstasy and Nyx replied by lowering her hands to the small of his spine. Everything seemed to move at an alarmingly quick pace and yet they weren't moving fast enough.

His hand found hers and pressed her to the wall even further, only her neck was free from her bedroom wall. She could feel the reverberations of his muffled hums and grunts against her own kiss swollen lips. She intertwined their hands and managed to angle her feet against the wall enough to kick off, pressing Loki backwards until he landed on her mattress with a smirk. Once they were separated, all they wanted to do was collide.

There was heat everywhere and Nyx felt if she pulled away she might burn up like a candle and extinguish with nothing left but scarred, unfurnished twine.

She stood between his open legs and only stared. His mouth hung open and his eyes were a blistering blue. Nyx smirked and crawled on top of Loki, his legs still hanging off the edge of her messily made-up bed.

Their lips found their way back to each other and only then did she realize what she had been doing. She was leaned across the open chest of Loki, her brother. Loki Odinson.
Somehow she had lost herself in the moment and forgot when she had unbuttoned the front of his gown.

"Wait" she cooed, pulling away with ease as the only thing keeping her against him were his two, large hands that were caressing the soft skin of her upper thigh, also unknown as to when her skin-tight bloomers were removed, leaving her bottom half nearly naked.

She pulled away, straddling the God's midsection as she tried to catch his breath, scared at how fast they were moving.

"Is everything alright?" Loki furrowed his brow and rested his weight on his elbows while he stared up at her in horror. The breaths were ragged and the room no longer smelled of heavy perfume but of their sweat and heaving bodies.

"We-" she scrapped up her hair and climbed off of Loki with fear. Little did she know the feeling was mutual. He immediately felt like the thought of his Jotun bloodshed finally dawned on her and she was having second thoughts on her commitment to him. But she was afraid of someone walking in on them, she was afraid of being seen, she was afraid of hiding, she was afraid of lying to everyone else, she was terrified she would end up like her blood brother. Cast out, no longer an Odinson.

"What's your surname?" she blurted out, a single sheet wrapped around her quivering, frail body.

"Pardon?" he was now sat upright.

"Do you know who your birth parents are. I can't help this feeling in the back of my head like I'm committing a sin." Nyx frowned, still trying to catch her breath.