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Smells of various floral arrangements filled the air with an intoxicating aroma, the room's golden hue glittering against their petals. You have prepared the room for your lover's return from battle, the brutal onslaught lasting for many suns and moons. It had begun to weigh heavily on your mind, each night causing you to lose more and more sleep from anxiety. But you had to remind yourself that your significant other was not a mere mortal, but a GOD of pure strength and cunning wit. It would take a lot more than a mere blade to bring him down to lay upon the earth. He was unstoppable. Heavy gilded doors began to slowly open as you turned towards its sound, your heart racing in your caged chest wildly in anticipation. There, your beloved stood with sweat upon his forehead, his usual clean leather attire covered in dust and crimson shades of his enemies essence. A small cut formed on his upper left brow, his raven short locks tousled around his chiseled features as he released heavy breaths. It made your breath halt in your lungs, his lithe form moving towards you in a graceful motion. "Elskuga ..." You could not hold back your wide smile, hands outstretching in his direction before finding home in his damp hair. His soft lips trailed along your heated cheek, nostrils flaring while giving a pleasing sigh in relief.
"Have you missed me?", he murmured sensually, your fingers moving to cup both sides of his pale face while gazing in those eyes that haunted you for days. "More than you know...” Your brows furrowed with concern from the cut upon his forehead, a tender finger lifting to graze along it curiously. You could've sworn you heard a small hiss in response, his eyes never leaving you as you gazed him over.
"Come, let me tend to your wounds my love."
Loki held back his protest with self control, settling upon a fur covered chair with a gentle huff. Your smile never faltered as you began to brush a damp cloth against his wound, blood staining the white cotton with each motion. It reminded you of the many times you would clean his cuts from your adventures as children, always after a long day of rough housing with Sif and the Warriors Three. You were often the healer of the group, Thor insisting that it was your path in life. Perhaps it was, though you would rather join them on their outlandish escapades. However now you have found purpose in the arts of mending. "Are all these flowers for me?”
A small giggle escapes your lips, his head lifting to gaze into your eyes with mischief.
"Only if you came back victorious, which you have definitely proven to be true.” The Prince released a small hum in approval, a hand lifting to gently graze along your thigh against the silk of your dress.
"And would you have done the same if I came back defeated?" You pause your movement, eyes glittering with playfulness before finishing cleaning his cut.
"We all know that would have not happened, my love.” You both chuckle in earnest, his smile causing your heart to clench in your chest with pure adoration. Loki gazes upon you as if you were a beacon a light, entranced by your beauty and utter kindness. The two of you haven’t engaged in this romantic relationship until the year prior, your hearts intertwining the moment you confessed your love to him. Since then you have been inseparable, and of course this spurred on gossiping within the palace's halls of the scandal between a prince and a commoner. But neither of you seemed to find a care in the world, often blocking out those whispers with shared kisses and giggles in front of their stares. "Ek ann þér ..” Those words slithered from his lips with a lustful tone, the verbiage causing a heat to stir deep within your belly. It was a siren calling, your body moving to settle upon his lap with a soft sigh in acceptance. You needed this more than anything, your body craving for his touch since the moment he left Asgard's walls nights before.
And perhaps, he needed this more than you.
"Take me, my love..." It was all he needed to hear, a pained gasp emitting before crashing his lips against your own. He was starving for you, tender hands lifting to trail along your curvy frame with purpose. Every touch caused a hitch to form past your lips, the noise swallowed as he drove deeper with his tongue. Loki settles his hands to cup your tender breasts with vigor, hips pulsing upwards as you both moan heatedly in response. "- ... Loki ..." You pull away for air with short pants, his mouth slack whilst moving to ghost along your sensitive throat wantonly. You could smell the dirt and grim upon his leather attire, nostrils flaring with the intoxicating aroma. It was causing your mind to melt within your skull, unaware of the sudden change in movement before you were snapped back into reality from the gentle lay upon the bed. He wanted to absolutely devour you, pupils blown from his arousal as he panted above your frame.
"I need you ... Need you ...", he begged under his breath, shaking hands moving frantically to pull upon your silk intricate dress.
He needed this off you now, as if you would suddenly disappear if he wasn't fast enough. You arched your back to give him better access, the fabric unveiling your gorgeous form for his eyes to swallow greedily. To him, you were a GODDESS, each dip of your body and each little plump area a pure masterpiece. His hands couldn't help but softly kneed everywhere, to the softness of your hips to the roundness of your belly. Loki released a gentle groan in anticipation, your breaths sounding lightly as you gazed with pure adoration. Your long locks tousled around your features like a halo, a perfect fitting for an angel such as yourself as he thought to himself. The both of you could stay this way for eternity, never once hearing the outside world. Only the two of you, basked in each other's love.
If only it were that simple.
Your needy whines snaps the prince back to reality, his jaw slack as he tenderly massages your chest with a pleased moan from the fullness. It feels divine, each motion causing your heart to flutter in response. But you wanted to feel MORE of him, and with this thought your hands trail downward towards his trousers in hunger.
His eyes snap in your trailing, chest heaving with excitement before lifting to your blown pupils with uncertainty.
"A-Are you sure? You don't...” A small hush escapes you, fingers finding their purpose to dip within leather. You grasp his heated manhood with a gentle embrace, his lips parting to emit a wanton moan. "I want this…more than anything.” It was all he needed to hear, that confirmation. Those words were his utter demise, as if a mask cracked and began to unleash his true potential. A guttural groan escapes him as he quickly moves to unveil his cock, your hands still grasping it's hardness as it twitches with excitement. You guide it to lay between your heavy breasts, his back arching forward while pushing the twin flesh together. "... Open your mouth ..” Gods you could die right here and now, your brows knitting together in concentration as you open your plump lips willingly for his pleasure. Tonight, this was for him, all this pent up energy from his previous battle to all be released. The Prince couldn't be more lucky to have you in his stead.
"That's a good girl... just like that..." With a twist of his hips, Loki begins to thrust between the mounds of flesh with slow sensual movements. The tip of his cock brushed along your bottom lip gently, your tongue occasionally popping out to catch a taste of pre-cum that dabbled on the head. He was so beautiful above you, once slick raven hair now tousled around his flushed features. His mouth slightly open with tight brows in concentration. He can't get enough of you, each roll of his hips causing a gentle moan with a clench of his jaw.
"So beautiful - ... f-fuck...” It was not often you heard the Prince of Asgard say such vulgar words, but when you did you could not help but smirk in victory. You, of all people were bringing royalty to fall upon his own knees. That was all you needed to feel that success. Your hands moved to wrap your fingers around his wrist encouragingly, his hips moving more into a frantic pace. " That's it my love... I got you ... ", you whisper softly, your eyes never once leaving his as your mouth begins to suckle upon the tip of his reddening cock. He's an utter mess, small whimpers escaping him as the base of his member is nestled between your tits. His hands are almost painfully grasping you, not that you mind of course but actually edge him on. Your cheeks hollow to suction more firmly, each roll of his hips driving the tip deeper into your willing mouth. " I-I'm gonna ... ", he cannot breathe as he snaps his hips with a final thrust, body convulsing with a loud wanton whimper as he spills his seed on your plush tongue. You've missed this taste, a moan of your own emitting while you continue to suckle every last drop. His fingers are digging into your breasts, head rolling forward with heavy breaths. He is utterly spent before you, a smile forming on your used lips before releasing with a lewd pop. "Norns -...” It was then that he pulls away from you, finally falling to lay on top of your soft frame with heavy gasps in relief. Your hands lift to brush lovingly in his short locks, the side of his cheek resting on your chest to hear the quickness of your heartbeat.
The Prince has found solace in your company, and that thought alone was enough to send you into pure contentment.