Urges
You can’t stop thinking about the interaction between you and Loki, even after multiple days away from him. He hasn’t called for you since and you have become increasingly anxious.
Has he found a better servant to take your place? Would he ever call for you again? Does he need you?
These questions make you wish to spend merely a few minutes in his mind to understand what was going through it. You sigh as you pace your living quarters, placed in the palace walls per Loki’s recommendation.
You jump as he calls for you to join him in the library, your heart leaping out of your chest as you swiftly move toward Loki’s personal library. It has always been his safe haven, somewhere for him to lose himself in the novels he owns, which are plentiful.
He opens the doors for you as you arrive, which comes as a surprise due to how close it causes the two of you to be. Loki looks down at you and closes the doors with his magic, wasting no time to push you against them and trap you between him and the wood. Your eyes widen upon his actions, and you sink slightly against the door, not realizing the stark difference in your heights until he is standing so close to you. His arm rests against the door and he finally speaks.
“Y/n…I have had,” He hesitates, “urges recently. I need to know if you have felt them too.”
You look up at him and nod heavily, “Yes, I have felt it,” Your voice comes out much smaller than you anticipated and it embarrasses you, your throat suddenly growing very dry.
“Can you keep a secret?” He questions in a low tone.
You don’t know what he is getting at, and you stand there, confused and waiting. For what? You aren’t sure.
“I can.” You don’t know what else to say other than answer the questions he asks, and you become a bit frustrated with yourself for it.
“Good because I need this.”
Before you can even begin to understand what he is doing, he leans down and connects your lips. There have been multiple times when you imagined a kiss from him, but the softness of the kiss isn’t something you could have fantasized. It’s almost as though your lips are barely connected, but he leans in more as the kiss progresses.
The two of you become lost in it as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, telling him that you are fully giving into him. The breathing between you two becomes labored as he licks your bottom lip, earning a gasp from you and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss.
His hands wrap around your waist, and he pulls you closer to his body, pressing you against him. His grip is firm over your body and the contact sends goosebumps through your hips and back. His touch is addicting, but before you can get the high, he pulls back.
There is nothing said between you, only heavy breathing. His lips look redder than usual, and you can imagine yours look the same. He fully steps back, “That’s all I needed from you, thank you.”
You furrow your eyebrows, even more confused than before and you almost speak up, but he opens the doors behind you. You accept defeat with a frustrated expression and turn without a word or a bow in the prince's direction.
As Loki watches you leave, he turns and walks deeper into the library, sitting down and sinking into his chair. The stiffness in his pants is uncomfortable and he never realized how enchanting you could be.
He replays the kiss in his head, licking his lips to taste the ChapStick you had been wearing when you entered the library, most likely not on your lips anymore.
Loki undoes his belt and reveals himself from his pants, running his hand up and down his shaft. He groans and his head lulls back as he sits in his chair, thinking of you, that kiss, and the softness of your skin.