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[miidnighters-a]

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They might have fallen into bed together, but that didn't mean their relationship was any less aggressive than when they met. Loki fucks into Hartley with relentless force, her breasts bouncing with the force of it where she twists to look up at him.

(There is something to be said for hate sex, Hartley thinks).

"Ah - harder."

[indirecticn]

"Are you an imbecile??" the question pours off the tongue with such venom one would think Loki would have rather she be hit by the car, not saved from it's potentially fatal strike.

He does not know her, this slip of a blonde he has roughly tackled out of the street, but he insults her as if he does. But then it's an awful habit of his to make assumptions of Midgardians. They are all alike in this city in particular, aren't they?

Rude, careless, and glued to their phones like sheep that can only see the next bite of grass just underfoot and nothing else. Why should she be different?

The loss of her or the driver (also saved, but by magic rather than physical might) is no loss to Loki and yet here he is, half-sprawled atop her and glaring despite having just saved her damned life.

Thor would be BESIDE himself in laughter if he could see him now.

"Or do you like being ran over by speeding vehicles??! By the nine..." he huffs!

@miidnighters

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She sees it — the spark that crackles in those eyes. The pinch of his brows. The tone that conveys the demand be met.

‘Hm.’

Sure — she’d want to know why some stranger had been snooping around too. But for what it was worth, Sen7inel honestly expected no one else to be here let alone care.

So why did he care?

"Look man — I just took a wrong turn." She raises her hands, palms out, and shrugs, putting on her best show of nonchalance. "That's it. Alright? Very anti-climactic, I know."

[dr-foster]

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Yards of fabric and Jane still felt naked. On Midgard, since ‘Earth’ and other variants in global languages were used only by the resistance, Asgardian fashion was reserved for the politically connected and wealthy. Jane Foster was neither. At least she had not been. Very soon her status in both departments would be changing. 

The dress in question had been fashioned to impress Asgardian nobility and any guests at the court who would be attending the presentation of the Crown Prince’s bride-to-be. Which meant that it was the most extravagant and impractical thing Jane ever wore on her petite body. Layers of gold silk, because of course it was gold, with artful beading and embroidery across the entirety. Somebody had done Jane’s make-up and her fine mousey hair had been coiffed into something elaborate that she could never hope to replicate. Then again as the royal family’s new doll Jane would never have to do it herself. Her scalp itched and Jane fought the overwhelming need to scratch. This pauper to princess transformation was something out of a child’s dreamy fairy tale.

Jane could not be more miserable.

In a handful of hours she would be locked away in a gilded cage, officially betrothed to Prince Thor Odinson, a man she had met twice and certainly did not love. She was at best a puppet and a political prisoner at worst. Jane glared out the transport window at the blurred scenery of Asgard as it passed. If only she could slouch against the cushioned seat. She had been sitting for several hours now, not counting the time spent molding her into something beautiful, but the metallic bodice, once again gold, kept her spine rigid and upright. It was excellent for posture and painful for extended travel.  

How much longer until they reached the city? And did she really want to get there?

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@indirecticn — continued.

it had been a gift, though not necessarily a pleasant one to give as it took more than a simple mortal blade to draw enough blood. however, the stave that loki had found was crafted by the silver finer than any dwarf could ever dream to work with and so it did the trick easily. his wrist opened like a the tip of the great staff had been drawn through paper. the pages of skin and vein peeled back until painted a deep wine-dark red. the other hand crafted a spell that glimmered gold at the edges of the wound to keep it open but the blood from spilling too quickly. and after a heady pull of the drink of choice was had the magic was used to seamlessly draw skin and vein together in a reversal of time it's self. it still left him winded, small as the gift had been, but then it could have easily been the sight before him that took loki's breath away. he certainly couldn't stop staring, at any rate, and could barely contain himself when he asked, "what do you taste?"

the wrist is presented to oz like a blood soaked gift wrapped in gold. fingers dig into the soft flesh offered to him and he pulls himself in closer - as if trying to crawl into the other's skin. the only sound remaining between them is the rhythmic breathing as oz laps at the blood spilling from the all too welcoming wound.

it's hard to stop, he'll be the first to admit. but time is discipline, and he has had plenty of it. once he's had his fill, or at least his taste, he slowly pries himself away. the fresh blood that trails from the corner of his lip is the only visible evidence of what has just transpired.

a few seconds pass before oz registers that he's been asked a question. his mind struggles to fully grasp what his body has just experienced. it's new. oh...it's new. how rare that oz gets to experience something genuinely new. it's been so long that he's unsure how to react.

instead of giving an answer, oz takes another second to clean himself up. deft fingers drag over his chin, wiping away the glistening liquid from his skin and over his lips, which he continues to lick clean. he senses that this is an experience he won't be able to replicate.

finally, he sits back and his brain catches up to the present.

he tasted...divinity. a scripture etched into his tongue as it danced through his veins. holy, holy. a pure, burning fire that licked at the depths of his being. holy, holy. his nerves stood on end, a single touch felt like a burst of lightning.

is this how a god feels?

" — what are you? "

[gospelrot]

" hey, hi...you don't mind if i just...slide in here, huh? " she's not waiting on a response, but already pulling her legs over the bench and making herself a place at the table. " so ya see there's this guy, " she starts, tossing her head back to point at a man standing by the bar. there's no pause in her speaking, not really allowing her new company a moment to get a word in between. " he's just...a lot, ya know? i mean, maybe i told him a few silly little things about this knife i have in my pocket, and maybe he took it a little too serious so...i told him i had to go meet my friend over here, and here we are....what's up, i'm dodge. " her hand is held out across the table, still having barely taken a moment to breathe, let alone even bother to look at the person she had suddenly interrupted...hm, not too bad. " guess we're friends now, huh? " // @indirecticn liked this sc once upon a time — ft. dodge carter.

[dr-foster]

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Loki had Jane at a disadvantage, pinned on the bed beneath him as he slowly worked her up with that deliciously torturous tongue. Whatever Jane had expected from their beneficial arrangement, this had not quite been it. He had started with sensual whispers against her skin, proving there was something to that Silver Tongue name beyond diplomacy. None of her previous partners had been partly articulate in during love making. This was just sex. But his voice was practically hypnotizing, it narrowed Jane’s thoughts to only Loki hovering above her and the promise of what was to come. She didn’t even notice as he deftly unfastened each button on her shirt, baring her skin for him to taste. Jane had tried to hurry him along then. Urged Loki to be quiet and get to the main event. But it seemed like he was savoring this moment and that was what was throwing her off. Friends with benefits was not something Jane had explored, but she assumed it would be….fast? She had been so so wrong. Was that such a bad thing?

And what good was Loki’s tongue if not for speaking? He answered his own question, licking, biting, kissing his way downward. A clear purpose in his mind despite whatever his tone might have indicated. Jane shifted against the sheets, tilting her head to give the god better access to her throat. That clever tongue teasing her breast had Jane inhaling sharply, a hint of the pleasured gasp that she bit back. Where Loki might be verbose in bed, the doctor was characteristically quiet.

Jane met his gaze, and knew what Loki would see as he looked at her. Brown eyes darkened by desire….but the normal vision of herself faded away then, like morning fog in the sunlight as Jane remembered what she actually looked like now. Remembered why she had been okay with a physical relationship with Loki even in this sickly state. Right, she had assumed it would be quick. The idea that he would take his time and truly look at the wraith she had become had not crossed her mind. That was the reason for the impatience. Why she had wanted him to just fuck her already. Have fun and be done! Remembering had Jane wanting to pull her shirt shut once more to hide herself from his piercing eyes. But god she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing either….still she was half naked for him but at a complete disadvantage. If he was going to see her so vulnerable, it only seemed fair to get the same.

“Take this off?” Jane asked and trailed a hand down the fabric covering his back. With the softness in her voice, her words didn’t come off as an order like when she spoke before. “And then maybe I’ll be patient.”

[dr-foster]

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Jane plucked up a new fork, free of any of the flavor of Thor's hideous-yet-delicious cake, and took a bite of Loki's confection. Being honest, it was not bad. The blend of flavors was clearly meant to be sophisticated but was definitely weird to Jane's palate. Why they picked the woman who lived on take-out-food and pop-tarts to judge was beyond her.

Still, her answer had to be delicate between the two brothers. "Loki, you win first...in presentation. Thor, you win first for taste."