Secondhand Lovers
The tension in the room weighed down the air around you like the humidity before a storm. You felt a shiver trickle down your spine, goosebumps peppering your skin. For a split second you contemplated using a spell to get away, unsure of what would happen once the storm broke.
In a quiet flurry of motion you found yourself in his arms, your head tucked into his chest. He smelled sweetly of smoke and sandalwood, setting your tense mind at ease. You felt him softly kiss the top of your head, as he pressed his hand in yours. The small action flooded you with his feelings. This was magick you didn’t know, and for a moment you were overwhelmed by the tangle of memories and feelings surging within the spell.
Then you felt it, the small yet persistent light which held your name and all the small words and motions you’d made since arriving. You saw yourself arriving bruised head held high, a pang of pride when you insisted your title. You felt his quiet concern after parting for the night, and the small spell he cast to help you sleep. A strange moment of hope when the Allfather called you queen. Then the embarrassment over such intense and boyish feelings for someone so new and unknown. Overwhelmingly, how reverently he regarded you like the moon strong and shining cold and bright. He understood your need for justice, conflating it with his own and you were shocked to feel his resolution in restoring that justice, if only to make you smile on your way out.
When he dropped your hand, it was like being cast out into a vast void, as if nothing was real anymore. You blushed deeply, suddenly aware of his closeness. When you looked up, Loki was struggling to maintain his composure all too aware of how much he had shown you and far too familiar with rejection.
For a moment it felt like you couldn’t breath, and you worried another bout of panic would sweep you away. You hadn’t expected this, if all the things you’d heard about Loki this sort of feeling was unimaginable. Yet it wasn’t the worst thing to have discovered. Of all the surprises you’ve had this was the most pleasant. Despite his notoriety as a skilled liar, the magick itself could only relay the truth.
You expected his reasons to be nefarious, some sort of conqueror seeking to manipulate you into his home for the purpose of usurping your throne. Or worse, someone seeking to destroy you, for no reason at all. Perhaps, you thought, he wasn’t as deviant as gossip portrayed him.
“Pet,” He crooned grinning wickedly at you, “have you been thinking much towards my deviance?” The suggestive glint in his eyes almost made you blush, the innuendo a bold turn from the safety of silent communication.
The attention wasn’t unwanted, how many times had you considered his hair? Dark, and silky and what it might feel like to grasp and pull between your fingers… or his strong arms and how secure they’d felt around you for that brief second? And now the way he grinned was absolutely sinful, the gentle slope of his lips making way for indecent thoughts and reassuring you of just how deviant he could be. You remembered during your debut the quick flush spreading over his skin as he heard you wonder what it might be like to hold him there in a moment of refusal, and now you wondered if that flush applied to prolonged refusal in other areas too.
You noticed the smell of lavender, faint and almost distant. The scent puzzled you for a moment before you looked back to Loki’s eyes. They no longer held the teasing they had a moment before, as he listened to your thoughts trying to piece together this new information. Even knowing your plans to act against the contract, Loki had followed your traditions and applied the small drops of lavender oil before the feast. You’d noticed the light smell on yourself but thought it was a remnant left on your sheets. The small traditional ritual lingered as a testament to the unspoken commitment made before your gods. And all of this he did for you, the push to end the contract, following your faith all the while knowing you weren’t going to be his. Knowing he was gaining nothing from the exchange but possibly your happiness.
Your small smile had Loki lacing his arms around your waist keeping you there. The skin under hands on your lower back ached at the touch, and sent a delicious shock through your body.
You regarded him fondly, admiring his eyes. They were dark with desire, and underneath it all you saw an intense desire to be, do, and give you everything you could possibly want… You let your hands smooth over his chest, trailing your fingertips along his jawline before running your fingers through his hair. It was pleasantly soft and you decided to ask later to braid it. For now you were content to lace your fingers in the dark strands. You arched towards him, lingering fractions away from his lips.
If you kissed him, there would be no going back. You felt again how the tension had built to a breaking point, and heard how heavily the two of you were breathing. For an awful second you faltered, suddenly unsure of your place there pressed against him. Unsure of yourself and your softness and your round edges and how absolutely different Loki was and how truly he felt for you.
You blinked, cleaning your mind. You wanted this. You wanted him.
As you crashed your lips hungrily against his,nothing else mattered. Your mind was silently consumed with how perfectly he smelled of lavender and smoke, and how his hands now gripped your hips. Desperate and starved for his touch you moved yourself back to sit on the desk, pulling him back into a searing kiss wrapping your legs around his hips. Loki deepened the kiss, thoroughly exploring your mouth and noting all the small noises it coaxed from you.
He wanted you the second you walked into the palace, from the moment you corrected his father on your title he’d thought you the smartest woman he’d ever known, and would’ve begged to be with you as you now were. Your soft edges and curves felt like heaven against his sharper body, and he was quickly motivated to feel every inch of that skin.
You moaned softly as Loki moved to pepper kisses from your jaw to the base of your neck where he scraped his teeth across your pulse point. The sensation sent a wave of arousal through your veins, adding to the growing desire coiled in your core.
Loki kissed his way back to your lips, capturing them again for only a moment before moving to kiss your earlobe. His hot breath and needy hands on your waist made your head feel dizzy. He gave the lobe a light tug, causing you to arch into him.
You whispered his name, mouth dry with desire, silently demanding more.
“Do not tempt me pet” he growled.
You pressed your hands over his and guided them to the neckline of your tunic, and ordered him to tear the fabric.
Your direct demand brought new desire into Loki’s eyes and he complied harshly tearing the fabric as if it was no more than paper. You felt deliciously exposed under his gaze, as he absorbed the sight of your overflowing curves and the freckles that dotted your chest.
Within seconds his hands were pulling and kneading your breasts making you roll your hips against his. The teasing boiled within you, prompting you to claw at his shirt and trousers. He laughed at your attempts, yet quickly complied in shrugging off his garments and hooking his thumbs in the band of your leggings. He waited for your hurried nod and impatient squirms to yank them off.
Loki gripped your hips, and pulled them to the edge of the table, before slowly pushing inside you. You moaned and laid back against the table. You’d been with other men, but none as long and thick as he was. You felt your arousal spread as he stretched you. Loki skillfully pulled your hips flush against his and permitted a moment for you to adjust to his size. You linked your legs around his hips and closed your eyes as he started thrusting.
You swore loudly as he roughly drove into you, the pace relentless. Each thrust hit that spot inside you, that made your walls quiver around him. When Loki groaned at the sensation he raked his hands down your sides and pushed deeper.
You felt his hand slide between your legs, and seek out your swollen nub. Between his sharp thrusts and ministrations, you were quickly pushed over the edge to your release. Feeling your walls tighten around him had Loki growling and finishing inside you.
You lay still on the table, panting, eyes half hooded and body feeling like it was on fire. You took a moment to catch your breath, grounded by the cool wood of the table beneath you. When you rose to dress, you noticed Loki had already done so. You no longer felt the need to blush under his gaze while you moved to find your clothes. Your leggings and torn tunic weren’t among the scattered papers on the floor.
“Here,” Loki said materializing your plush robe in his hand. “I’m not quite done with you yet.” You grinned and slipped the robe around you instantly relaxed by it’s woodsy scent, one you now connected with Loki. Smoke, and forests, and rain, just like home. You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, and ran your greedy hands over his strong arms and across his back. Within a second Loki had picked you up in his arms, “well my Queen, shall I show you to our chambers?”
You nodded wondering if you’d get to see his exact measure of deviance. Your mouth ran dry as you thought over the many things you’d read a couple could do…You knew servants would come to rearrange the library and realize what you’d done. If not then, in the morning when you weren’t anywhere to be found in your suite. But that sly grin and devious sparkle in his eyes pushed those thoughts from your head and replaced it with one: more.