Loki's Warrior

Chapter 6: Distractions

I pin Loki to the mattress with my body. He breathes heavily, hair spread out on my grey pillows and eyes wide. I breathe sharply, feeling his body move underneath me, feeling his rapid breathing.

"Games are what makes a party fun, Loki." I finally respond. He looks so vulnerable underneath me, but I knew he could throw me off any minute.

Loki grasps my waist with long fingers, pulling me down his body until i'm stationed above his pelvis. He sits up, closing his eyes to kiss me.I feel the storm in the distance melt away, my thoughts disappear and it's only me and him.

It truly was a good distraction.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer as we kiss. His hands eventually find the bottom of my pyjama shirt, hands creeping under to brush against my warm skin. His cold fingers make me shiver, a shower of tingles igniting up and down my spine.

His lips trail from my mouth to my cheeks, ears, neck, collarbone, and now my chest where i'm still clothed. Loki takes a moment to unbutton my shirt with careful and slow hands, eyes intently on the button to make sure he doesn't rip one off in the process, but I can tell it's aggravating him greatly.

He finally gets it off me, throwing it across the room behind me. I bite my lip, turning my head back towards him.

"Loki, before we do anything I want you to know that my loyalty no longer belongs to Thor." I choke on my words, but he smiles greatly.

"What made you come to this realization?" He leans back into my neck to kiss me, mumbling these words as his lips move against my earlobe.

"It doesn't matter. It just doesn't." I don't want to tell him that I noticed his fear. Maybe it would ruin the moment if I did.

"That's awfully brave of you to work with the villain and not the hero, y/n." His breath hits my skin behind my ear, my body convulsing in pleasurable tingles.

"You're not the villain..." I trail off, closing my eyes to savor his touch.My lips part slightly.

"But I am." He lays a line of kisses on my shoulder. His voice alone makes me want to explode into fireworks.

"I don't believe you're truly capable of being evil. But then again i've only know you for a few days." I whisper, his hands pulling me closer to him so that the bare skin of our torsos are touching.

"I've done some things that even you would be ashamed of me for."

"I wouldn't be." I assure him, but he doesn't budge.

"If you knew what i've done in just the past few months you wouldn't be here in this room with me. You'd be off with Thor frolicking on Asgard."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But i'm here now."

"Yes, yes you are..." He trails off, thinking for a moment. My breath catches in my throat when he grabs my waist and throws me back onto the bed. Maybe I should get used to that by now, but I wasn't.

"I suppose what i'm about to do to you won't help my case with convincing you that i'm the bad guy here." He sits at my feet, propping up my knees with gentle hands. "But i'm still going to do it."

"Hair Tie?" He asks, confusion written all over me. He pulls his hair up in the shape of a man bun and I realize what he's talking about. It had been so long since I had heard someone call it that, on Asgard we just put them up with leather strips.

I sit up to dig through my bed side table, Loki still sitting at my feet. I return to him with a black band and he ties his hair up with it. Anxiety rises in my chest.