Loki Laufeyson – Unexpected
Loki Laufeyson – Unexpected
Amelie's words of comfort were like a lifeline, a raft thrown out into the storm that was my mind. "Amelie..." I whispered, unsure of what to say.
Her hand left my shoulder as she cupped my face, fingers brushing against my cheeks as she pressed her forehead to mine. "Loki." She breathed.
I felt my heartbeat quicken, hammering against my chest like a caged animal desperate to be free. My emotions swelled within me, threatening to burst forth in a torrential downpour.
Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to tell Amelie how much she meant to me, but the words seemed to catch in my throat, fear and doubt holding them captive.
I met her eyes, my uncertainty evident on my face, the air between us thick with my unspoken confession. I searched for even the smallest hint of doubt or fear in her gaze, but found only unwavering kindness and a strength I had come to admire.
"Amelie, you know what they say about me - that I'm a monster, a traitor…"
"Stop." She said firmly, her piercing gaze holding my own. "Loki, I believe in you more than anyone. More than anything."
I turned away, the weight of everything I wanted to say too much to handle. She was so close, I could feel her warmth, her soft breath brushing against my face as she spoke.
Gently, she turned my chin so that I faced her once more. "I need you in my life, Loki. More than you could ever know."
The simple honesty in her words struck me like a bolt of lightning, tearing away the last shred of hesitation that held me back. A primal force surged through me, obliterating every ounce of fear and self-doubt that had threatened to suffocate me. In that moment, there was nothing else but Amelie - the woman who had become my beacon of hope, my compass guiding me towards redemption.
I grabbed her face, crashing my lips to hers. An overwhelming wave of love and admiration washed over me, threatening to spill over the edges of my carefully constructed walls. It was as if my very life depended on this connection, this merging of souls that defied logic and reason.
The desperation that had threatened to drown me now pushed me forwards as I devoured Amelie's mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and they parted easily, as if she'd been wanting this as much as I had. This notion set a fire in the pit of my stomach, igniting my desire aflame.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, clutching at me desperately. Our breaths mingled, my heart thundering against my ribcage. My lungs screamed for air but I pulled her even closer.
As our lips moved together, I marveled at the warmth spreading through my body and I allowed myself to become lost in the moment; in her taste and scent. She was intoxicating.
I grew more urgent, my heart racing as our bodies pressed against each other. It was as if we were trying to meld into one, as I desperately tried to escape the loneliness that had plagued me for so long.
My powers may have been limited in my weakened state, but the love I felt for Amelie was limitless. She had shown me a side of humanity I’d never seen before, and I couldn't imagine life without her.
The warm taste of her lips, the subtle scent of her skin, and the softness of her hair that brushed against my cheek all melded together in a heady blend that consumed me. I felt as if I were drowning in sensations I had never known before - or perhaps forgotten over centuries of loneliness and strife.
"Amelie." I whispered against her lips, my voice hoarse with longing. She responded with a gentle moan, her fingers threading themselves deeper into my hair, drawing me closer. Our kiss deepened, growing more intimate, fueled by a desperate hunger that seemed to be awakening within us both.
I pressed my body harder against hers, feeling the delicate curve of her waist in my hands, the heat of her searing into my very soul. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only Amelie and me - two beings inexplicably drawn together despite our pasts, despite our differences.
I traced the outline of her jaw with my fingertips as we kissed, her breath warm on my lips. In a fluid movement, my hands went around her legs, lifting her petite frame up and into my lap. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck while her legs encircled my waist. She fit so perfectly, as if she were made to be there, nestled against me.
As I pulled her impossibly closer, the rhythmic beating of her heart echoed through my chest, a fast but soothing drum that seemed to erase any lingering doubts from my mind. How could something so simple, so human, hold such power over me? It was beyond reason, beyond logic, yet I found myself unable to resist its call.
I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that Amelie Stark – this fierce, loyal, loving mortal – had chosen to meet my passion with her own. It was a gift I would have never dared to dream of receiving, yet one I now held within my grasp.
"Never let me go." I pleaded, my voice raw with emotion.
A delicious noise left her lips, pulling a moan from my own as I turned my head sideways, pressing as hard as I could into her embrace. Our lips were impossibly close as my hand held the back of her neck, my every sense overwhelmed by her presence. Delicately my tongue slipped inside her mouth, locking with her own. She tasted incredible.
“Loki.” She moaned, her breath hitching in a wonderful way. The sound of her was almost too much.
I briefly pulled my lips from hers, only to attack her neck with kisses as my hand moved to the other side to hold her in place. The sounds she made now were almost sinful. I could feel the heat within me rising as my other hand found her waist.
A small voice within me suddenly wondered if I’d crossed a line. But as Amelie tilted her hips and squeezed herself into me with her legs, her fingers gripping into my shoulders for balance, the change in position sent a shameless pleasure through my core and the voice evaporated.
A low growl escaped my throat and my hand that held her waist gripped hard against her flesh, her top riding up to expose her skin. I immediately moved my hand to touch it, she was so soft, so warm. I wondered at the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips.
"Ah, Loki." Amelie breathed, rocking her hips again and causing my breath to hitch. I could hear her own breathing quickening, matching the pace of my heartbeat.
Suddenly, she pulled back, leaving me bereft of her warmth. Panic surged through me, and I feared I'd somehow misread the situation or scared her away.
But then she reached up, her delicate hands cupping my face gently. "Kiss me, Loki." She demanded, her voice firm and heady.
With that, she pressed her lips against mine once more, kissing me hard and passionately. I gasped with surprise and need, the unexpected ferocity of her kiss igniting something within me. My arms held her instinctively, pulling her body flush against mine as I returned her kiss just as fiercely, our tongues entwining in a dance of passion and longing.
My arms wrapped tighter around her, holding her safely as I stood, her legs still wrapped around me. Her lips never left mine, her trust in me adding to the swirling emotions settling in my heart. I walked forwards, my shins meeting the edge of my bed before I lowered her down gently, my tongue exploring her mouth.
As I moved to support myself over her, her hands once again cupped my face, holding me with such tenderness and emotion that it made my soul soar.
With her now supported by the bed, my hands moved to her waist and neck, her top riding up again as my hand gripped her hip. Her back arched upwards as my fingers needed into the delicate skin, her moan swallowed by my mouth over hers.
“Oh Loki.” She sighed into me, her voice pitching higher.
I growled against her lips, a predatory possessiveness taking over.
“Please.” She begged.
I dropped my head to her neck, my own desire rendering me dizzy. Amelie’s hands went to my hair again as her legs pulled me close to her.
I gasped. “Oh gods, Amelie. I need….”
Her lips found mine, our tongues dancing.
As our lips remained entwined, Amelie arched her back, urging my hands to explore further. Following the curve of her waist, my fingers found the delicate skin at the small of her back, just below the waistband of her pants. The warmth of her body beneath my touch sent shivers down my spine, threatening to break me in two.
"Amelie." I growled, unable to contain the desire coursing through my veins.
A sultry moan left her lips, her hands working under my shirt so her palms were flat against my chest. I squeezed my eyes closed, allowing my hand to slip under her pants, my fingertips brushing against the soft flesh of her buttocks. The sensation was intoxicating, and it took every ounce of my remaining strength not to collapse under the weight of my own need. Seemingly with a will of their own, my hands began grabbing at her cheeks in reckless abandon, massaging with my fingers.
Amelie’s back arched again, her pants catching on my hand and exposing more of her skin. My other hand grabbed her other cheek, my mouth crashing with hers once again as her hips met mine.
Suddenly her hands were fumbling with my shirt, greedily pulling at the buttons. My hands left her buttocks to help undo them hastily, never breaking our kiss. Once undone, I threw the shirt vaguely in the direction of my desk. Amelie’s hands were immediately on my chest, her finger nails running up and down against my skin.
I groaned, grabbing the hem of her top and pulling it up to expose her chest. Her silky pink bra shone in the dim light. “It undoes at the back.” She said breathlessly.
I grinned, a primal need having taken the reigns. I lowered my head to her stomach, kissing up towards the middle of her breasts, earning small gasps as I did so, my hands moving up her sides. As I raised my head, I took in the sight of her, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, looking up at me with complete trust and a desire that seemed to mirror my own.
A shiver once again ran down my spine before I brought our lips together, my thumbs pushing up against the bra until it slid up over her breasts. I paused our kiss to admire them, a shaky breath escaping my throat.
“Loki…” Amelie whispered. I flicked my eyes to hers. “I want you.”
My head dropped slightly, the pure emotion threatening to burst through my chest rendering me speechless. I moaned, dropping my lips to hers. My hand went to her breast, grabbing at it and massaging, reveling in the way her nipple hardened.
A wicked moan came from Amelie that I swallowed with kisses. Her breathing got heavier as her hands pulled at my trousers. She undid mine while I freed her from hers. In a swift motion, we were both bare.
Her legs wrapped around me again, guiding me into her. The moment we joined, her head fell back against the pillow as a low growl escaped my throat. She took me readily, her hips bucking up to meet each thrust of mine as our bodies began to move together.
“Oh, fuck. Loki.” She whined.
I was certain it was the most beautiful noise I had ever heard.
Amelie's nails dug into my back, her body arching. The room filled with the sounds of ragged breathing. It was pure bliss, a feeling I would never have thought possible. The pleasure heightened by my love for the woman who took me and wanted more.
“Amelie.” I growled, my pace quickening.
“Oh god. Yes. Oh fuck, Loki!”
She felt incredible, my body moving on its own desire as my pace quickened. It was too good, I could feel my climax already approaching. Who knew love could amplify the pleasure so much?
Judging from the high pitched whines coming from Amelie, she was also close. Dropping my head to her breasts, I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking gently.
”Loki… you’re gonna… I’m…”
I thrust into her with more love than anything I’d ever done before, her soft whines quickening and her nails down my back.
With a final cry, Amelie fell over the edge, her pleasure pushing me to my own climax. I collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her close as we both struggled to catch our breath.
I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, overwhelmed by the love swelling within me.
A small giggle escaped her as she snuggled into my arms. “That was unexpected.”
I grinned. “A little bit.” Gently, I tucked her head under my chin, holding her close to me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and for the first time in my memory, I fell asleep content and genuinely happy.