You slowly walk down the grand hallways with your head bowed. The events that had taken place over the last few days left a gloomy feeling over the palace. Walking past the throne room, you pause slightly and peek inside. There he sat, lounging in the all father’s chair with that devilish smirk plastered on his face.
“Don’t be shy.” Your face flushes when he notices you. Staring at him from afar, you can see his lone finger beckoning you closer. Sighing, you cautiously make your way over to him. You drop to one knee and bring your closed hand over your heart.
“My king,” you whisper as you glance at him from under your eyelashes. A slight smile makes its way across his lips as he stares down at you.
“Oh, how I like the sound of that,” he says as he rises from his chair. “But you know that you do not need to kneel before me.” Feeling his soft touch on your shoulders, you allow yourself to be pulled upwards.
“But-” You start but are silenced by a finger at your lips. He shakes his head ever so softly, causing his raven black hair to sway a little.
“Yes, I am your king now,” he flashes you a triumphant smile, “but you,” he draws you near, “you will be my queen.” Feeling his hot breath on your ear you gasp, pulling away from him.
“Oh Loki,” you all but sigh. “I cannot be queen!” Loki lets out a low sounding chuckle and it sends your stomach in a whirl.
“And just why not? Mother gave her approval of you long ago,” he takes your hand and caresses it slowly and sensually. The heat rushes back to your face the instant he touches you.
“I-I am not at all of royal blood, and what of your father? Sure, he may approve of us now, but when it is time for you to marry-” You stop suddenly when Loki tears his hand roughly away from yours.
“I do not need anyone's approval!” He spits out his response as if it were poison on his tongue. “If I want something, I will have it,” he finishes as he turns away from you. Your right hand leaves your side to touch his arm, but you quickly drop it when he turns back to you.
“Besides,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “father has not risen yet.” Casting his eyes down to the floor, he sighs deeply.
You instantly wrap your arms around his waist and pull him closer to you. Resting your head on his chest, you run soothing circles into his back. He is hesitant at first, but Loki wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you tight.
“How are you doing today?” You ask as you peer up at the side of his face.
“I am faring well today.” You place a delicate kiss on his neck as you continue to speak.
“Do not worry,” your voice is tender and sweet,”your father will soon rise again.” You feel Loki stiffen at your words, but you think nothing of it, he’s been tense a lot these past few days. “And one day Thor will return, and you shall all be reunited again.” Loki tightened his grip on you and you look at him.
His face is set like stone and you can see his jaw is faintly clenched. You gasp when you realize what you were saying, and you immediately squeeze Loki in a comforting way.
“I am sorry. I know I should not be speaking of any of this, the wounds are still too fresh.” This apology earns a slight laugh from Loki.
“Yes, still too fresh,” his voice is low and slow in your ear. You cannot see it, but he is wearing that devil-like grin of his.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” You pull away slightly so you can get a better look at him, Shutting his eyes, he lets out a long sigh.
“Ease my pain,” he coos as he rests his forehead on yours. Timidly, you look into his eyes and you begin to blush as you lean in towards him. You kiss him softly, running your fingers through his hair ever so gently. Hearing him moan quietly causes you to smile during the kiss. Loki quickly takes control of the situation by grabbing your shoulders, causing you to gasp and draw away a tad.
Loki brings his face back down to yours and he lightly kisses your lips. At least, you think it was a kiss, your lips had barely even touched. You knew he was doing this just to tease you and you whine out loud.
“Lookiiii.” He laughs as he dusts the area from you ear to collarbone with feathery kisses.
“Yes, my love?” He asks questioningly before he nips at your neck. One of his hands slips to the small of your back, while the other rests on your upper back, pressing you closer to him.
“Loki,” you try to say sternly, but you fail horribly, your voice wavering a bit. With that, his lips are at your again and your head is spinning. Loki’s kisses become more frequent and dare you say, desperate?
“Mmm...Loki,” you speak against his mouth, but he does not stop. Taking this as his opportunity, his tongue slides into your mouth and you grant him access to yours. You suddenly break away, in desperate need for air. All of your blood rushes to your face as your eyes dart around the room. Loki chuckles loudly into the crook of your neck as he sense your discomfort. Placing your hands atop his shoulders, you try to push him away.
“Loki, we can’t do this here,” you plead as you dig your nails into his shoulders. A small, quiet moan escapes your mouth as he nips at the sweet spot on your neck. “You did that on purpose!” You shout, only to have his lips cover yours again.
“Shhh,” he hums as he forcefully kisses you. “We must ease my pain quietly.” You can’t even utter a sound before his lips take yours again.