Min Elskede
Back in their room Loki sat down to remove his shoes as Sylvie texted Natasha back. Loki loosened his tie and stood to walk over to Sylvie as she hit send.
“I told her six thirty would be fine,” Sylvie said and tossed the phone onto the bed.
“I suppose we’ll find some way to occupy ourselves in the meantime,” Loki grinned mischievously.
Sylvie smiled back seductively and tugged his collar to pull Loki into a heated kiss. It was slow but passionate and filled with promise as they allowed themselves to get lost in each other. Loki placed his hands on her hips gently and allowed Sylvie to set the pace.
After a few minutes Sylvie sighed and rested her forehead against his as she hummed softly.
“My Sylvie…” he said absently as he brought a hand up to play with the curl which fell over her cheek. “I don’t care about Stark and his cameras… I want only to please you.”
“Neither do I… besides, I think he knows better than to look in on us. He seemed rather disturbed by the idea—though I think it’s mostly the thought of you having sex rather than me,” she smirked.
Loki chuckled at that, “I believe you may be right, though I suspect he unconsciously fears finding the allure of our entwined bodies too appealing…”
Sylvie laughed and gave him a teasing little nip on the jaw.
“You think everyone’s attracted to you, don’t you?” She asked with amusement.
“Only the people who’ve met me,” he said with a cocky grin.
Sylvie shook her head faintly and pushed gently on his chest to back Loki towards the bed.
“Well, that’s until you open your mouth, and then refuse to close it,” she teased sweetly.
“I thought you’d come around on my talking…?”
“Mmm, only when you’re trying to seduce me, that low sexy voice makes up for the endless chatter.”
Loki feigned a gasp of outrage, “you are vicious, my love.”
“Sweet talker,” she grinned, hands sliding up to his shoulders, “Now, last night was—” she blushed slightly and cleared her throat to regain some composure as Loki smirked lasciviously at her, “well we both know what last night was…”
“As was this morning…” he purred seductively.
Sylvie smiled coyly, “Agreed—but this time… I want you to sit—here.”
She pushed him down onto the edge of the bed by the shoulders and stepped back as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Loki swallowed thickly as he watched her, loving whatever game this was.
“Take your clothes off,” she instructed calmly, “—without magic.”
Loki nodded and began undoing his dress shirt nimbly, never once taking his eyes off her.
Sylvie enjoyed the way each inch of his exposed chest seemed to flush more as he went. She kicked off her own shoes and stepped toward him. Her blouse fluttered open as she moved and Loki hastily undid his trousers.
Loki breathed even heavier as Sylvie stepped between his legs and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. His eyes flicked over her abdomen heatedly as Sylvie trailed her hands from his collarbone up his neck.
She cupped his jaw with one hand, her thumb caressing his skin affectionately as he looked up at her in awe.
“Sylvie…” he whispered desperately.
“Min elskede…” Sylvie murmured softly without even thinking, only realizing afterwards that she’d said anything at all.
Loki gasped as his brow drew together and he put his hand over her’s on his jaw.
“You still remember…” he said reverently, taking her hand and kissing the palm.
“I… it just… came out, I don’t even know where from—” Sylvie shook her head softly as she stared at him looking mildly bewildered, “what… what does it mean?”
“‘My beloved’…” he said gently.
Sylvie’s eyes were wide and she suddenly looked far less confident than she had only moments ago.
“I don’t know where it came from…” her voice trembled.
“It must have been buried… from before you were taken from Asgard,” he said patiently.
Sylvie smiled feeling a little bolder, “You bring something out of me, make me more myself,” she whispered and leaned down to kiss him softly.
Loki and Sylvie now relished their freedom to get lost in each other without reservation. They both knew this thing between them surpassed any physical attraction or mere emotional attachment.
What had developed was a bond borne deeper than either of them could articulate. A devotion of spirit which somehow only strengthened the longer they were together.
Their love created a cosmic energy no one had ever seen before and was certainly beyond either of their own perceptions.
Now that they had crossed that final barrier of physical intimacy they seemed to understand each other on an even deeper level.
As they enjoyed their brief time alone before the party the grounding act of lovemaking brought them both strength.
Loki felt emboldened to face the people who might still hold resentment that evening, as well as to ease any fear of disappointing Thor by leaving.
Sylvie was reassured by their connection that she could in fact trust, and that she could face saying goodbye to her only friend without fear of being forgotten.
The two kissed in a tangle of smooth milky skin on the bed till Sylvie heard something buzz on the floor.
Loki furrowed his brow, “‘the hell is that…?”
Sylvie rolled to look over the edge at the phone which Natasha had given her. It had clearly been knocked to the floor at some point in all the amorous activity. She scrambled to reach for it and nearly fell to the floor as she lost her balance.
Loki reached an arm around her waist to keep her from toppling off the mattress and hauled her back up easily.
“Thanks…” Sylvie murmured distractedly as she checked the message.
Tell Loki I want earrings this time. I just had to cover for why the building’s power shorted out for 30 seconds during my meeting ;-)
Sylvie blushed furiously and let out an embarrassed little squeak at the text.
“Don’t tell me you accidentally called her during that?” Loki asked with a teasing smirk.
Sylvie smacked him lightly and he snorted a laugh at her flustered face.
“Apparently we shorted the building’s power,” she said with a long suffering sigh as Loki fell into a fit of laughter beside her.
Sylvie huffed and Loki sobered slightly with a reassuring smile, “there’s no way for anyone to know it was us, Natasha is purely speculating.”
“Yeah well if someone wanted to compare it to the video playback they’d certainly be able to connect the dots…”
“I think that would be the least of our worries if anyone chose to review that footage,” he gave her a cheeky grin, “though I won’t lie, I wouldn’t mind having that for my own recreational viewing.”
Sylvie rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning herself at the thought.
“You don’t just want to sleep with yourself—you also want to watch—it’s reached that level now?” She prodded him gently in the side.
Loki grabbed her hand to stop the jabbing and pulled her over onto his broad chest in the process.
“Next thing you’ll want to put a glamour on me to look like you,” she teased softly.
“I suppose I could,” he said as something of an afterthought, “and while that too might have its charms—it wouldn’t be nearly as captivating as seeing you lost to pleasure, my love.”
“Mmm, correct answer.”
She lowered her lips to meet his slowly, almost torturously so. Loki exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as her kiss quieted the endless train of thought which had resumed in the post coital haze.
The calm felt like the stillness of a cold frozen morning, when fresh fall snow blankets everything and brings the world to a standstill. He would never understand how the sensation of her lips could alternate between the heat of a raging wildfire and the calm serenity of a frozen wilderness.
“I need a wash, and so do you,” she murmured against his lips.
A small smile played at Loki’s lips as he quirked an eye open at her curiously. Sylvie registered the look and swatted his chest gently.
“We don’t have time for another round in the shower, now come on, Natasha will be here in less than an hour.”
Loki sighed with resignation and followed as Sylvie climbed off the bed.
Sylvie turned on the taps and checked the water after a minute impatiently.
Loki smiled fondly at her little annoyed huff when the water wasn’t immediately the temperature she desired. He stepped behind her in what was quickly becoming one of his favorite distractions. It allowed him to hold onto her waist and kiss her neck seductively anytime she was doing something other than pay attention to him.
Sylvie relaxed into his embrace and exhaled a deep breath of contentment. After a minute or two she leaned forward to check the water temperature and found it satisfactory. She took his hand from her waist and pulled him into the shower behind her before turning to face him.
Sylvie smiled softly as Loki began washing her hair, massaging her scalp gently. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the comforting sensation. No one else had ever washed her hair since she was a child and it was soothing to allow someone to take care of her.
When he was finished with both the shampoo and conditioner he started on his own hair. Sylvie stepped even closer and began washing his body with lingering caresses. She consciously resisted the urge to fondle or tease and simply washed him while he attended to his own hair.
She washed herself quickly when she was done with him, allowing Loki the indulgence of soaping her body unnecessarily so he could run his hands over her naked body once more before they got out.
Sylvie toweled her body off as Loki rolled his shoulders to instantly dry himself. He carefully took the towel from her hands and smirked as he flicked his wrist to dry her.
Loki ran his hands over her hips admiringly, “What can I conjure for you my love?”
“Surprise me,” she said with a playful quirk of her lips.
Green light shimmered over Sylvie as dark blue fabric now covered her body. She turned to look in the mirror and smiled at the stylish sleeveless jumpsuit and high heeled gold sandals he’d dressed her in.
“Lovely as always,” she said approvingly.
“You stole my thoughts exactly…” he smiled fondly.
Sylvie turned back and ran her hands over his still bare chest.
“Now if only you could go just like this, I think all the women would be quite pleased.”
Loki chuckled softly and set his hands over hers, squeezing them gently and a deep navy blue suit appearing over his frame. Sylvie hummed and slid her hands up the black lapel appreciatively. Beneath it he wore a black dress shirt but she was pleased to see he’d skipped the tie and left the top button open.
Sylvie slipped her hand under the open collar to brush his neck and he grinned.
“While I am rather fond of attention, I think full nudity might violate the dress code, so you’ll have to settle for seeing my collar bare.”
Sylvie grinned playfully, “I’ll enjoy imagining kissing your neck when the conversation gets dull.”
“Mmm so will I…” he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, then caressed her cheek and conjured a pair of dangling gold earrings as his knuckles brushed her ear.
Sylvie smiled against his lips then looked up at him. There was a joy an relaxation in her eyes which he never could’ve imagined when they’d first met. She held out her hand then expectantly.
“Don’t forget the ones for Tasha,” she said with a teasing smirk.
“How could I? And what do we think she’d like, diamonds, rubies?”
“We both know you can’t go wrong with gold.”
“Too true,” he closed his eyes to think for a moment, then conjured a small black velvet box which he placed in her open hand.
Sylvie opened the box to inspect them and nodded in approval before closing it and tucking the box into his dinner jacket.
A knock came from the other room and Sylvie’s eyes lit up as she turned to head to the door.
“Speak of the devil,” she said faintly as she left the bathroom and the dark blue fabric of her jumpsuit billowed around her legs in a soft whisper.
Loki hung back a moment to watch the way the outfit accentuated her waist and hips, when she walked and smiled to himself fondly.
He was about to attend a party with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen on his arm and he couldn’t for the life of him imagine what he’d done to get so unfathomably lucky.