It's You and Me
The air in Arya's bedroom was hot. The drapes were drawn and the little bit of light that peaked through the sides of the windows glistened upon her skin as she bound herself to Loki's body. The door shut and locked, and a silencing spell spilled from the warlocks fingertips allowing Arya to free herself and her vocal cords from any listening ears who may wander past her bedroom door. Warm kisses and strained breaths shared between the two as their undying affections swirled together in a cascade of haunting pleasure. Fangs withdrew and veins sprung up on the plains of their faces as their teeth bit and brushed one another. It was rabid and overtaking. Like two lovers finding each other after a terrible storm.
When they came down from their highs Arya laid her head on his heaving chest. Taking in the warmth of his flushed skin. Listening to the soft sounds of his breathing as he twirled a finger in her hair.
"Do you want me to leave?" Loki asked in a hushed tone. Wondering if he was going to overstay his welcome to be indeed welcomed not only into her bed but into her heart.
"Do you want to leave?" Arya asked moving her head to look at him, her chin resting on the soft skin between his pecks.
"Never."
"Then you're stuck." She said moving to the other side of the bed and pulling him to now lay on top of her.
"I am your prisoner." He said smirking and Arya laughed. And it was a true laugh. Laced with pure happiness.
The night drifted on and Loki did stay. Only getting up to venture to her kitchen to grab a blood bag Arya had kept in the fridge for emergencies. After their midnight snack of O- Loki and Arya consummated their new found relationship once more. The passion Arya felt as Loki touched her was unlike anything she felt with Thor. Thor was cautious and wary of her movements while rocking over her. Loki was gentle yet firm. Silently asking permission with every touch, every stroke, every look. With the fresh blood now running through their veins Arya and Loki felt more alive.
"Is this real?" Arya asked when they finally decided they were done making love for the evening.
"If it were a dream, I'de wish to never wake." He said pulling her to him and kissing her deeply.
"He will hate us."
"He will get over it."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Can we think about my brother's tormented soul another time?" Loki asked smiling at her. She nodded realizing what had been done had been done. There was no going back now. Thor was gone, and Loki was here. If Thor did indeed ever return, return to Arya then she would have already done the inevitable. Swore her heart to another. Swore her heart to Loki.
"I don't do love triangles." Arya whispered before kissing the skin of his chest. Allowing her lips to linger for a moment. Absorbing as much of him as she could.
"It's you and me. Promise me this?" He asked and Arya pulled the blanket over their intimately wrecked bodies.
"I promise." She said before resting her head into the crook of his neck and drifting to her dreams.
The next morning Arya awoke still in Loki's arms. His hair disheveled and his hands cradling her chest from behind her. She sighed into his touch. How he managed to keep still all night and yet still remain so intoxicatingly close to her. She slowly began to turn to look at him. He woke slowly, pinching her chest lightly, gaining a small yelp from her in the process. She poked him and scowled. She felt like his play thing, but not in a bad way. In a way in which she felt comfortable enough to allow his hands to wander without protest. Knowing he respected her enough to know the limits she had but did not need to express. Loki's eyes, those bright green eyes, fluttered open and gazed upon her. The sunlight streaming through a slit in the curtains bouncing off his blue-black hair. He looked like a fallen angel of darkness. Like a raven crafted by the gods to bring pain and sorrow to this world; to only then be lifted to the light by the love of a woman.
"Your sister is here." Loki said softly stroking her hair.
"Which one?"
"Jane."
"Ugh, of course it has to be her."
"Would you like me to sneak out the window?" Loki asked with a wide white smile.
"There will be no sneaking. You're not a secret. He left. And somehow, I know this is where I belong. With you. I..." Arya started but shut her mouth. She couldn't say the words. It was too soon. They had just slept together. She had to make sure she wasn't saying those three words simply because they had been intimate. She wanted to know her feelings moved past lust, moved past the blood lust.
Arya laced her hand with his and sat up on the bed. The sheets pooling at her waist.
"Don't let go." She said and Loki kissed her again. His lips still slightly swollen from the night's activities.
"Never." He said.
And he didn't. Through the steam of the shower, to the cleaning of their teeth with mint paste, and to the magical way he placed their clothes on their bodies. He never let go.
"I wish I could do that. Make my clothes appear from thin air." She said scowling.
"I can make them disappear as well." He whispered into her ear causing a shiver to race down her back. She shrugged it off then opened the door. They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Low and behold Jane stood in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee when she noticed Arya and Loki walk into the room, hand in hand.
"Good god, I knew it." She said wide eyed.
"Good morning to you too." Arya told Jane, Loki winked at her.
Just as Arya was about to offer up an explanation of current events the front door blasted open. Literally blasted open. Smoke and the smell of broken wood lifted into the air. Loki pushed Arya and Jane behind him. After the smoke settled a figure emerged. Red eyes and crooked hands splayed beside the person before them. A sneer wore its face and wind whirled around them.
"Miss me?" She said and Arya bared her teeth.
"Wanda." Arya said through clenched teeth.