<<“I-” you try to speak. Loki takes your hands and presses them against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, and for some reason, it makes you want to cry. “I want so much.” you breathe. “And I’m- I’m so tired pretending I don’t.”
“I know.” Loki tells you, and you believe him. Loki is right here, under your hands, in your head. Everything is uncertain, but you feel heard. It’s such a good feeling, so foreign and desired. “I see it all, sweet girl. When you bite your tongue, when contempt flashes through your eyes. I see you contain your own wit, something so many are guilty of flaunting. You’re ravenous.” Loki meets your eyes. The breath seems to have been stolen out of your body. “In more ways than one. You’re ambitious. Powerful. You could bring us all to our knees, I think. But you wouldn’t.” Loki kisses your cheek. “It’s admirable. I know how much you want, love, I need you to understand that.” Loki pulls away, and hooks his finger under your chin so you are completely caught in his gaze. “But what do you want now? Right here, in this moment. What are you searching for?”
Your heart hammered against your chest, almost painfully. You wrap your arms around Loki’s shoulders, nestle your face in your neck. It’s reminiscent of the night in your room. Loki was so strong, so secure. You were certain you were safe if you were in his arms.
Loki looks positively alluring when you pull away. You grip part of the bench with your hand.
“I want to help you.” you say. Loki tuts.
“I’m not a charity case.” he tells you. You shake your head.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” you whisper, and Loki rubs your back.
“That’s true.” he responds. You close your eyes.
“I want to help you… Like you helped me.” you repeat. Loki smiles.
“Then go ahead. You don’t have to ask, though I find it amusing when you do.”
You won’t fall prey to teasing, especially not now that you’ve finally summoned the courage to do something. You bring your hand to the base of Loki’s chest. Slowly, you drag it down his sternum, stomach, all the way until you reach his pants, where your breath hitches.
He’s half hard already, you can see the outline of his cock forming. You brush your palm over it, then press down lightly.
Loki makes a pleased noise, somewhere between a hum and a moan. His eyes are closed, focused entirely on you and your touch.>>
-From Chapter Nine of She Shall Have on AO3