Bend Around the Wind by Scyllaya

Chapter 100: Epilogue

Chapter One Hundred

Epilogue

Milky Way Galaxy

Sol System

Nine Realms / Planet Earth

'Oh, Norns, I danced,' Loki groaned the second he woke up.

'Yeah, you did,' Stark laughed as he rolled over to kiss him on the lips. It had to be the first time he woke sooner than Loki. Elven wine always did make him incredibly sleepy. Loki rubbed his eyes and swept his messy hair out of his face. When he finally opened his eyes he saw that Stark was looking at him, propped up on one elbow, his face bright with amusement and warm with fondness. It was perhaps strange, but Loki could be still surprised, seeing the love in his gaze.

'You danced with the elves,' Stark started to list. 'And with Hatchet, then with some Fae, with Juyu, Gerd... then Thor and Fandral.'

'Ugh.'

'But that was more of a group dance thing,' Stark said with a grin. 'I totally have it on my StarkPhone.'

Loki pulled the laughing man down for a longer and deeper kiss. Stark was all too happy to comply, burying his hand in Loki's hair and sliding fully on top of him. If someone would have told him in the past, that feeling the weight of a mortal man would ground him as if he were the very foundation of the world, he wouldn't have just laughed, no, he would have claimed to have seen true madness. And yet... he wished Stark were even heavier, just to feel his presence, the warmth of his body, even more.

'But I failed to dance with you,' Loki said when they parted. 'Such a grave mistake.'

Stark smiled again, and made no move to roll off of Loki. 'Our dance was a little different, and more private.'

Ah, yes, Stark was a little too worn after their quick tumble to enjoy dancing. Not that Loki felt all too bad about it. It was Stark's dirty idea in the first place after all, wanting to be ravished, hard and fast, so close to all their important guests, barely hidden and in danger of being discovered. It gave Loki so many ideas for the future. He couldn't wait to surprise him with wandering hands in the most unlikely places. If Stark wished to be shameless, Loki could provide.

'It felt a little different being with you like that... good different though,' Stark said and it took Loki a moment to realize that he was talking about his Jotun skin.

'It was not the first time you touched me while in that shape,' Loki reminded him, although he knew what Stark meant. He just wanted to hear him say it. The twinkling in Stark's eye told him that he knew what Loki was doing.

'You're a little colder, even your dick,' Stark said quietly, his eyes dropping to Loki's lips for a moment, then back up to his eyes. 'It made the feel of you even more... dominant. It must've been pretty damn good for you too.'

'Oh, you were scorching inside, Stark,' Loki told him, running his hands down Stark's back, digging in his fingers. 'So very tight and so incredibly hot...' There was nothing Loki could compare it to.

Stark hummed and leaned down to kiss at Loki's jaw, then neck.

'So what made you so wild?' he asked. 'The way we sneaked off for a dirty fuck in the bathroom...'

'There was not much sneaking involved in our departure,' Loki reminded him, dropping his hands down to Stark's ass to grip it firmly.

'Or the way I felt?'

Loki considered his answer as they started to move a little, just a little friction to elevate the low thrum of desire that was building between them.