Frostwitch

Although Wanda thought that the day couldn’t be wonderful without Pietro and her parents, she was mistaken. Everyone surrounded her with a familial atmosphere and good fun to prevent her from feeling the sadness that the day might have brought. They spent it watching movies, laughing, and playing various games.

Thanks to different interesting ideas and continuous fun, she learned more about the mysterious, celestial visitor who had occupied her thoughts for the past few weeks. He was not very talkative, but during a game of “Never Have I Ever,” he had no choice but to reveal some information to her. She refrained from reading his mind, as he confessed everything himself and answered her questions.

She now knew that he never drank excessively, that he often took care of Thor after boisterous parties, and that he was an absolute master of tricks and surprises. Not much information, but enough to leave room for her to discover the rest.

She didn’t yet know if Loki would allow her to get closer to him and reveal all his cards.

***

It was already late; most of the household was either asleep or preparing for bed, just like Wanda. She washed the remnants of makeup from her face and combed her tangled hair. She swapped her daytime outfit for panties and a completely oversized shirt she had long ago borrowed from Steve. The marble tiles pleasantly cooled her feet as she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair.

At one point, she heard a soft knocking. It wasn’t coming from the bathroom door but further away—from her room door. Not worrying too much about who might be standing behind them, she used her power to open both sets of doors.

“I’m in the bathroom; you can come in!” she called out to the person standing in the hallway.

After a brief moment of silence, footsteps echoed through the room, and Loki appeared in the doorway. Wanda turned and gave him a slightly tired yet shocked look. What could Loki want from her, especially at such a late hour?

They stood in silence for a few minutes, merely looking into each other’s eyes. However, Wanda already knew why he had come. He also knew that she knew. His thoughts were racing, but they all led to one thing.

“Do it,” she whispered.

The brunette closed the distance between them in just two steps and swept her into his arms. A shiver ran through her body as she touched his icy skin. He devoured her with kisses, as if he had long been craving them and only they could keep him alive. When he pressed her against the wall, she lifted herself slightly off the ground to equalize their height difference, then wrapped her arms around his neck.

She reveled in each of his kisses. They were quick, deep, yet still gentle and passionate. He took all of her, and she allowed him to. Because, like him, she was craving this—his closeness, the darkness, and the secrets he hid. She wanted to have him all to herself, to be able to know him at will and delight in him.

They both attracted each other. Without practically knowing each other, they felt a bond as if they had found a matching puzzle piece, though without a clear color or pattern.

“Take all of me,” she moaned softly, directly into his mouth. “Please…”

Loki didn’t need to be asked again. He desired her and wanted to have her here and now. He longed to feel her warm skin all over his body, her scent on his clothes and bedding, her hair between his fingers.

He grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her onto his hips, then, without breaking the kiss, moved to the room and placed her on the bed. Her hands ran over his torso as he leaned toward her. She looked so innocent and delicate in just a T-shirt and panties, with her long, red hair spilling over the bedding.

He hovered over her, planting light kisses on almost every spot on her jaw and neck, while she, in the meantime, removed his black turtleneck. He took a deep breath when her warm, delicate hands touched his chest. She ran her fingers up and down, slowly exploring every inch of his body.

He liked the way she surrendered to him and what she was doing to him. It was new to him because he had never desired anyone in this way, nor had anyone desired him with such intensity. So much so that nothing and no one around mattered at all. The whole world disappeared, leaving only them.

The redhead slid her hands lower until she reached the edge of his dress pants. She quickly dealt with the belt and pulled them down along with his boxers. The god smiled slyly and pulled away from her neck. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and swiftly removed it; soon, her panties joined the shirt on the floor. He pressed his lips to hers again.

“From now on, you’re only mine,” he murmured in a low voice between kisses.

“I am,” she replied softly. Her words quickly turned into a loud moan as he entered her and filled her completely.

He moved within her at a fast pace, not giving her a moment’s respite. He kissed her greedily, unable to tear himself away from her. His desire grew with each second, fueled by her sight, sound, touch, scent, and taste. She surrounded him from every side, bringing him pleasure.

He slid his hand, previously resting beside her head, under her back, pulling her closer. Their bodies touched in almost every place. He entered her faster, accelerating with each movement. He savored the taste of her lips, the moans, and murmurs that escaped them. He wanted to have her like this forever. Beautiful, delicate, and his.

She felt him everywhere; his kisses burned her skin, yet at the same time, they were so cold, giving her relief as he made her entire body burn. Loki was a divine mix of ice, which covered her on the outside, and fire, which he ignited within her. She draped her arms around his neck and ran one hand through his jet-black hair. She had to remove the hair tie that held his hair in a low bun. It was soft to the touch and smelled of spices.

After long minutes of rhythmic movements, she felt fulfillment coursing through her entire body. It flooded her heart with warmth, pressed against her lungs, and culminated at the junction of her thighs. Loki moved within her more slowly, also feeling everything she felt, as if some bond caused their sensations to merge into one, allowing them both to experience it mutually.

He lowered her onto the bedding, collapsing right beside her. He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. His heart was still racing. This woman did something to him that he couldn’t name or explain. He felt more, stronger; he wanted her only for himself forever, wanted to know everything about her and be everything for her. But this couldn’t end well… He didn’t deserve her. No one would willingly want to have him so close. No one, not even her, would want to sleep with the monster he was, in the same bed. He had to pull away once again…

***

She lay beside him, nestled against his naked, cold body. She wanted this moment to last forever, to feel all these emotions all the time. But that wasn’t possible. Loki wasn’t like that… At least he didn’t look or behave like someone who commits to someone permanently. He looked like someone who disappears after everything or when things start to get 

A question was rising in her throat—one she desperately wanted to ask, yet it could ruin the moment. He might answer in a way that went against her hopes and simply leave. What was she supposed to do? They couldn’t lie there forever. The time would come when they’d have to get up and part ways.

What if he left then… and never came back? What if he abandoned her?

She couldn’t let that happen—no matter the cost.