Special Education
Relationship: Loki x Virgin! Reader
Summary: You grew up on a tiny island that taught you nothing about sex and its derivatives. When you come across it in a steamy erotica book at the Citadel, you ask the God of Mischief to teach you everything he knows.
A/N: I want to thank @jan21st and anon who sent in those beautiful messages today. I posted this last night and it barely got interactions, so I doubted myself and took it down. Here's me re-posting it for everyone who encouraged me. Reblogs are appreciated!
Word Count: 5.8 k
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, minors DNI! Fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, thigh riding, inappropriate language, cumplay.
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“Loki, what’s an orgasm?”
The God of Mischief paused his actions. He was halfway through signing his name on a document for the Timekeepers when you strode into the room and plopped yourself onto his desk. There was a paperback book clutched to your chest, and you were clad in one of those knee-length dresses he had conjured for you. “What?”
“An orgasm,” you repeated. You showed him the book you were reading and pointed to a sentence.
She reached her end rather quickly, the line said. His thrusts were precise, purposeful, and in no time at all they had a powerful orgasm wracking through her body. Loki lifted a brow at the nature of the book. He had read a lot of erotic literature in his lifetime and even kept a few volumes on sex in his personal library. This was not one of them. “Where did you get this, little bird?”
The moniker had stuck after he discovered your talent for singing. It was a month after he rescued you from the Void. You, a slight thing raised on a very conservative island, had been visited by the Timekeepers for saving an old lady from drowning in the ocean. The Nexus event caused you to be taken by the TVA, and some struggling with a hasty keeper resulted in your pruning.
A group of men who were trying to get pass Alioth had found you in the Void and decided to use you as bait. Loki heard your cries on one of his patrols to ensure nothing was amiss. Following it to the source, he happened upon you tied to a wrecked car with tears streaming down your face. Alioth was upon you, the men trying to skirt their way around. Loki made quick work of ending their lives before untying you and bringing you back to the Citadel.
“I found it in He Who Remain’s things,” you told him. Loki’s brows knit. After taking over authority of the Sacred Timeline, he and Sylvie had stored away the belongings of their predecessor. They were happy for quite some time, though he could always tell that Sylvie wanted something he alone could not provide. So, on a weary day after meeting with the Timekeepers, the two of them constructed a timeline that allowed Sylvie to live her life with her parents on Asgard. She promised to visit, but she never had. He supposed that was why he saved your life.
Running the TVA was fulfilling work, but it also got lonely in the Citadel. Day after day, night after night, the empty walls and halls of the stone building mocked his being alone. He wanted companionship, and he always thought finding you was a gift from his mother in Valhalla. She saw how alone he was and sent him someone he could live in harmony with, and live in harmony with you he had.
“Lokiiiii,” you sang, tapping his forehead. “Where did you go?” He loved your voice. You often sang when reading or showering or just prancing about the Citadel and Loki would always stop what he was doing to listen. There were times when you would just lie with your head in his lap and sing ballads while he read. You were, in all forms, a blessing to his life
“Sorry, little bird. What was your question?”
“Tell me what an orgasm is.”
Loki leaned back in his chair. He did not know how to broach this topic with you. You were intelligent, yet naïve. The island you grew up on never taught their girls about pleasures of the flesh. They only found out on their wedding nights—some in less pleasant ways than others. Considering this, he settled for a basic definition of the word.
“An orgasm is a sort of pleasurable feeling that occurs at the height of your sexual stimulation.” He paused to let that sink in. “Do you know what sex is?”
“Yes!” You wagged a finger at the book. “I read about it. That’s how people make babies.” Your head cocked to the side, as though putting two and two together. “Is that how orgasms are made?”
“They’re not made, they’re had,” Loki explained. “And sex isn’t the only way it can happen.” You blinked big, innocent eyes at him. “There are a lot of ways one can reach an orgasm, and not only by penetration. You can use your fingers or your tongue or-”
“I read that, but it confused me,” you told him. “You touch me all the time and I’ve never had an orgasm… I think. Have I?” You were referring to the times he would stroke your hair or rub your back when you got scared.
“Little bird,” Loki laughed. “If I had given you an orgasm, you would know.”
“Hmmm…” You snapped the book shut. “Give me one then.”
Loki felt his mouth run dry. “I… What?” He shifted on the chair, discreetly adjusting himself as his length hardened. Discussing this topic was affecting him in a rather stirring way. “You want me to do what?”
“Give me an orgasm,” you clarified. “Why? Don’t you want too?”
He would be lying if he said the thought had not crossed his mind. You had developed a deep level of intimacy with him in such a short time that it was impossible for his mind not to go there. Loki wanted more with you, from you, and was only holding himself back because of your innocence.
“It’s not that,” he told you. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll have to touch you in certain places, and I refuse to take advantage of you.”
Your brow furrowed. “How is it taking advantage if I’m asking you to do it? I’m not a child, Loki. You’ve explained it to me and I understand what I’m requesting.” Loki lifted a brow. It sometimes slipped his mind how firm you were in your decisions. Your lack of sexual knowledge meant very little when it came to your maturity, and it was unfair of him to treat you as such.
“Okay.”
You perked up. “Okay?”
“Yes.” He shoved the documents aside and patted the space in front of him. “Come here.” You scooted over on his desk. Loki stood in front of you, blocking your view of the Sacred Timeline through the window behind him. He parted your knees and stepped between them. “Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Loki. I’m fine.” Your tone was playful, teasing, and Loki could not help but smile. He gave you a peck on the nose that had you scrunching it in the most adorable way. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“Yes.” He tangled his hand in your hair at the back of your head. “Would that be okay?” You nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours. He could tell you had never kissed anyone before. Your lips did not move at first, so he guided you carefully until you caught onto the rhythm. It was then that he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
“Oh!” You jerked back, a hand over your mouth. “What was that?”
“My tongue,” he answered. “Did you not like it?”
“Umm…” You made a face. “It was a little slimy. Reminded me of a snake.” Loki bit back a laugh at the analogy.
“I won’t do it again. Come here.” He leaned down to kiss you again, ensuring his tongue did not go pass his lips. You seemed to enjoy it much more this way. Your body relaxed into his, pressing your torso into him. He felt your hardened nipples against his chest and grinned into the kiss. “Someone’s getting excited.”
He pulled away from the kiss to look at you. Your nipples peeked out through the blue material of your cap sleeved dress.. “Oh,” you waved a hand. “That happens when it’s cold.”
“It also happens when you’re aroused. Watch this.” He took a cloth covered nipple between two fingers. Gently, he began rolling it. Your head fell back with a groan. Loki used this leverage to place kisses on your neck, making you moan with each press of his lips. A specific spot close to your ear had you gasping and when he sucked on it, you suddenly cried out.
“Wait, stop!” He pulled back in alarm. You were staring down at your lap in confusion. “I think I peed!” Loki bit his lip.
“You didn’t wet yourself, little bird. You’re aroused. This is what happens when your body is stimulated.”
“Oh.” The look on your face was comical.
He placed a hand on your knee. “Can I see? Or do you want to stop?”
“No, I’m good.” You looked at him. “You can keep going.” With your permission, Loki moved his fingers up your leg. His hand disappeared beneath the skirt of your dress, reaching your underwear in no time. Once there, he pressed two fingers to the damp cloth. “Oh!”
“Darling?” Loki paused at your outburst. “Are we still good?” You nodded. “Excellent. Just breathe, little bird. You’re doing well.” His fingers stroked the outside of your underwear, getting you wetter and wetter with each movement. He kept a watch on your face for any signs of discomfort. When he saw none, he slipped two fingers inside your panties. The curls that met his skin were slick with your arousal. He made quick work of parting your lips to gain access to your clit.
“Loki!” Your hips bucked off the table, hands holding onto his biceps. “What is that? What are you rubbing?” Your voice was breathless with need. It hardened his cock even more and had his zipper threatening to burst.
“That’s your clit, darling. It’s a bundle of nerves that makes you feel good.” He pressed it, and you let out a sinful moan. “See?” You nodded, bringing your head forward to rest on his chest. Loki smoothed his fingers over your head before pressing a kiss to the top of it. “Let’s get you to that orgasm, yeah?”
“Yes, yes pleaassseeeeeee…” The word stretched into a prolonged plea as he slipped his middle finger within you. You were tight, virginal, and he wiggled his finger around to get you accustomed to the appendage. A little while later, he began moving the finger in and out. “That feels good,” you whimpered.
“Good,” he praised. “I’m going to add another. Tell me if it hurts.” He slowly added his index finger to the mix. You tensed for just a second, then relaxed for him to get it all the way in. A bit of thrusting and scissoring got your walls loose enough to allow him to move unrestricted.
“Loki…”
“That’s it,” he cooed. “That’s it, little bird. Just feel.” He moved his two fingers at a comfortable pace, using his thumb to rub your clit. You were gushing by this point. He knew his desk would have a little puddle of your juices once you were done. “Darling?”
“Loki, I’m-I can’t-”. Your head tilted back, brows knitting together. A sweat had already broken out on your forehead. Your hips, whether under conscious or subconscious control, were moving in time with his fingers. The obscene sounds produced by the thrusting had Loki’s mouth watering. He could not wait to taste you once you were done.
“Tell me what you feel, darling.”
“Pressure,” you whimpered. “Right here.” You pointed to your lower stomach. “I-I can’t. Loki, I’m-”
“You’re about to orgasm,” he filled in. “Just cum, darling. Give in and cum for me. Let me hear you.”
The most beautiful thing happened then. Your head was already tilted back, eyes closed in rapture. Loki kept a firm hand on your lower back to keep you close. Your fingers tightened and fisted in the sleeves of his robe. Those plump lips of yours rounded, forming a perfect ‘O’. Your walls clenched around his fingers, entire body going rigid as you fell over the edge. The wail that left your mouth echoed through the entire Citadel.
“That’s right,” Loki encouraged. “Sing for me, my little songbird. Sing loud.” He curled his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. When it was over, and your body relaxed, you opened your eyes and stared off into the distance. Loki waved a hand in front of you to get your attention. “Little bird?”
“Hmm.” You blinked dazed eyes at him. Your eyes darted down to the bulge in his pants. “What’s that?” You poked it, and he hissed.
“That’s me,” he told you, moving your hand from his little problem. “That’s how men get aroused.”
“Do you need an orgasm too?” you asked. Loki had to force himself to reply in the negative.
“I can take care of it myself, as can you, if the need arises again.”
You scrunched your nose up in thought. “Nah. It’s a lot of work. I’ll just come to you.” Loki chuckled.
“That’s fine by me.” He cupped your face with his clean hand. “Do you want to continue reading your book? You can sit here with me while I finish my work.”
“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’. “I’m hungry, and I need a shower.”
“I’ll tell you what. Go take a shower and get dressed. We’ll go to Paris for those crepes you like.” Your eyes danced with glee.
“Really?” He nodded, enjoying your excitement. “Okay! Thank you, Loki!”
“You’re welcome, little bird. Now go. I have some work to complete in the meantime.”
ooOOoo
It was about a week later that you sought Loki out with another question. You entered his room without knocking—for he would have locked it he wanted to be alone—and glided into the green and gold swathed bedroom. Loki was lying on his bed, propped on some pillows with a book in his hand. You crawled onto his bed and near him, and only then did he lift his arm so you could snuggle against his chest.
“Sleeping here tonight?” His eyes were still on the book.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” His fingers began playing with your hair. While he read, you let yourself look upon his face. You had thought Loki was beautiful from the moment you saw him. Even during your rescue, crying and being untied while he kept that smoky monster at bay, your first thought was for how handsome he was. The tall stature, dark hair and emerald eyes were reminiscent of the male lead in your book. It was what drew you in. When you were reading the steamy scenes, you often imagined it was you and Loki, and he was doing all those spine-tingling things to you.
That was what led you to his bedroom that night. You had separate rooms but it was not uncommon for either of you to visit each other’s and fall asleep. You were reading the second part in the series when your mind started running away with images of you and Loki. Suddenly, it was no longer Jacques throwing Harriet against the shelves, but Loki and you. The thoughts produced a throbbing deep within your core that had you stumbling to his room with need.
“Loki, can I ask you another question?”
“Anything, little bird.”
“Have sex with me.”
Loki choked. His green eyes turned to you, mouth opening and closing a lot like the fishes he had taken you to see at the Boston aquarium. You were not entirely sure he was breathing until he spoke. “That’s not exactly a question, darling.”
“Sorry,” you winced. “Loki, will you have sex with me?”
“Why are you asking this?” he wanted to know, and you could not blame him. Loki had not touched you sexually since that day on the desk, so the sudden request must have thrown him for a loop. “Is it that book again? Are you still reading it?”
“Part two,” you confirmed. “And yes, I am. I like them.”
“You understand sex in books is not at all like in real life?” he asked. “Literature tends to paint a very romantic picture of it all. The type of books you’re reading does that especially well, and people often grow to have false expectations.”
You mulled over what Loki said, then nodded. “Well, that’s why I want to learn. Teach me.”
“Little bird…” Loki hesitated. “Come.” He snapped the book shut, then maneuvered you both into a sitting position. His legs stretched straight out and you sat straddling his thighs. “What you’re asking of me cannot be undone. It’s also quite uncomfortable for women who have never done it before.”
“Yes, I know.” Curiosity had led you to find as much literature as you could about sex. You knew that you were a virgin, and you possibly had a hymen, and that could cause bleeding during your first time. You also knew that sex was supposed to feel really good. Loki made you feel good with just his fingers, and if the books were correct, intercourse was even better. “I read about it. I know what I’m asking.”
“Read about it where?” Loki quirked a brow.
You waved a hand. “I read your books when you’re not here. You have quite an extensive amount of material on sex.” If Loki had done half those things you had read, you knew you were in experienced hands. He would take care of you and do it well. “Will you do it?”
“I…I don’t know if I can,” Loki admitted. “Darling, you are gorgeous, and sweet, and I enjoy your company very much…”
Oh. Oh. Now you understood. You were so stupid to have not seen it before. His rescuing you was out of the goodness of his heart, as well as the need for company, but that was it. Your relationship with the god had grown throughout the time you had spent together. Loki was smart, sarcastic in a way that was hilarious and very protective of you. It was no real shocker that you had developed feelings for him. You had thought, stupidly, that he had felt the same for you. But you were wrong.
Loki did not care for you, because he was still pining over another.
“I’m sorry,” you told him, and the words came out as a sob that had his forehead creasing. “I made a mistake. You don’t like me; you still love Sylvie. I’m sorry.” You rose off his lap, shame and mortification burning your face.
“Hang on.” Loki held you fast by the waist, pulling you back into your seat. “How do you know about Sylvie?” There was a frown on his face. For a moment, you thought you upset him.
“Don’t be mad,” you started, causing his frown to deepen. “Mobius told me. He came to visit a day when you weren’t here and he slipped up and mentioned her. I pressed him to tell me, I’m sorry.” A myriad of emotions crossed his face. “Are you mad? Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not angry with you, little bird,” he promised. “Though, I will be having a chat with Mobius.”
You gasped. “Don’t prune him!”
“I’m not going to prune him, darling. Mobius is my friend.” Loki’s hands found your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the silk of your nightgown. Though you were fine with cotton, Loki insisted you have the best. “I did love Sylvie, but that was ages ago. Decades, if I had to guess, since time works differently here.”
“What happened?” you asked softly. Loki shrugged.
“She was not happy here. We loved each other, but she wanted her parents and the life that was stolen from her. I could not abandon my post here, so I set her free. There were no hard feelings involved.”
“That so sad,” you empathized. “Weren’t you sad, Loki?”
The corner of his mouth turned up in melancholy. “For some time, yes. I moped around these grand halls and neglected my duties until Mobius and B-15 gave me a reality check. After that it got easier. Relationships end all the time. It’s nothing new.” Loki tapped your nose. “Meeting you helped a lot. I had decided to close myself off to love until you came along. With you here, that became a difficult task. I cannot help but care for you. It would be annoying if it did not bring me such peace.”
You smiled at Loki’s confession. “Really?”
“Yes, little bird.” He kissed your forehead. “I cannot recall the last time I thought about Sylvie in that way since you arrived. Perhaps her leaving was for the best.” Loki grew quiet then. A thoughtful expression took over his face, black brows furrowing in concentration. You smoothed the creases of his forehead out with your thumb.
“You’re thinking very hard.”
“Do you really want this?” he asked suddenly. “Do you really want me? You understand that things would change between us, and our living situation could become quite strained if it were to end badly.”
“It won’t,” you promised. “I trust you, Loki. I know you won’t hurt me.” You placed your head on his shoulder. “I want you.” You initiated the kiss this time, winding your hands up into his hair and letting him control the pace. His hands moved to your lower back. He held you against him carefully, like you were glass, and then pulled away.
“We can try,” he told you. “If it hurts, let me know.” You nodded enthusiastically.
“Okay!” He chuckled at your reaction, then tugged on your nightgown.
“Can I take this off?” You removed it without another word, baring your naked body to him. Loki smirked when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. “Cheeky little bird.” He ducked his head to pepper your neck with kisses. “Did you know you were going to get your way?”
“I was hoping.” Your voice was light, breaths quickened by Loki’s lips on your neck. He kissed the spot he had marked the last time and started sucking anew. You gasped, back arching into him. His hand danced up your stomach and cupped your breast, kneading the flesh in a tantalizing manner. The combination of his lips and palm had you growing wet in very little time. You needed contact, friction, and found it by grinding your pussy against his thigh. The fabric of his sleeping pants brushed against your clit with every pump of your hips.
“Naughty girl,” Loki teased. “Are you trying to get yourself off on my thigh? Is that what you want?”
“No. I want you fuck me.”
Loki rolled you both over so you were on your back. Your head hit a pillow, and another was placed beneath your hips. “Little bird,” Loki growled. “Those are verydirty words. Did you learn those in that book?”
“Yes,” you murmured. Your hands went to his waistband to untie the string. Loki took ahold of your wrists and secured them at your sides.
“Patience.” He skimmed your collarbone with his nose, eliciting a shiver from your body. Loki released your hands to spread your legs and settled between them. His elegant fingers trailed down to the apex of your thighs, stroking the soft curls between your legs. You felt another gush of wetness when he entered you with two fingers. “We need to get you ready.”
Loki began opening and closing his fingers in a scissoring manner. You whined and squirmed on the bed as your walls were stretched and relaxed in repetitive motions. He moved a finger to your clit then, and your hips shot off the bed. “Loki!”
“Hold on, little bird.” He pressed a hand against your lower abdomen to get your hips flat on the pillow. “I must taste you. Stay still.” Loki kissed a line from your throat all the way down the front of your body. You giggled when he reached your bellybutton.
“That tickles!” Loki removed his fingers from within you.
“What about this?” He licked a long stripe up your folds. “Does this tickle?”
“No,” you moaned. “No, it feels good.” He slid his fingers inside you again. With his mouth on your clit, he moved his tongue and fingers in tandem until you were tugging his hair with the utmost urgency. Right when you were about to crest, he stopped. Your eyes flew open in disbelief.
“What?” Loki asked. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and pulled them off in one fluid motion. His penis sprang free, and your eyes widened. The pictures you had seen and descriptions you read did not prepared you for this. “What’s the matter? You’re looking at my cock like it’s going to bite you.”
“It’s a little ugly,” you replied, then clapped a hand over your mouth. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know where that came from!”
Instead of getting upset, Loki barked out a laugh. “That’s the first time I’ve had that reaction.” He leaned forward until his forehead rested on your own. His lips kissed yours once, then twice, then he looked into your eyes. “Still want to do this?”
“Yes,” you whispered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, palms sweaty, yet the overwhelming thought in your mind was how much you wanted Loki. “Yes, I still want to do this.”
“Okay.” He braced himself with one strong forearm above your head. His other hand grabbed his shaft, pressing the tip of his cock against your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A new wave of pleasure coursed through you with every circle of his tip, and your breathing sped up into a near pant. “Take ahold of me.“
“Huh?” You stared up at him through lidded eyes. “What?”
“Here.” He placed you hand against his cock. “Close your fingers around it. Good girl.” You were surprised to find that his hard length was hot and throbbed like a pulse against your skin. There was a big, blue vein spanning the length the looked two seconds away from bursting. “Now put it in.”
You looked at Loki with bashful eyes. “I-I don’t know how.”
“Don’t fret, little bird. I’ll help you.” His large hand encased your own as he aided you in guiding it to your entrance. Once there, he let go. “Just slip the tip in.” You brought him into you a little, gasping at the immediate stretch. It was a weird feeling. Not painful, but not pleasurable yet. You pushed more of him inside you experimentally, and this time he groaned. “Just like that. Good girl.”
“It feels weird,” you told him. “Is it supposed to feel weird?” Loki rubbed your clit with his thumb. Once again, you felt your pussy begin to throb with need. You needed more of him-all of him- inside of you. “Loki, I need-”
“I’ll take it from here, little bird. You did well.” He returned your hand to your side and placed his hand on your hip. The other was still above your head to keep his weight off you. “Kiss me.” You did, and felt him begin a rhythm. He would pull out just a little, causing an empty ache within you, then push right back in to quell it. Each time he pushed in he went a little deeper. Loki continue this method until he reached a distance inside of you that had you breaking the kiss.
“Ow!” You winced and pushed against his abdomen. “Loki, that hurts!” None of your books had described it like this. They mentioned discomfort, maybe a little soreness, but none had told you losing your virginity felt like being stabbed with a very tiny knife.
“I know, darling. I’m sorry.” His hips paused, waiting for your permission to go further. “Do you wish to stop? There are other ways I can take care of you. We don’t have to do this.”
“No!” Your fingers grabbed onto his shoulders. “I don’t want to stop. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”
“Here.” He flatted a palm against your lower stomach. Green seidr flowed out from his hand and into you. The pain within you disappeared. All you were left with was the feel of him inside of you and the desperate need for more. “That should be better.”
“Much,” you agreed. “C-can you keep moving?” Loki pulled his hips back and thrusted in without another word. He was fully sheathed now. You lay beneath him with your eyes closed, basking in the feel of his thumb against your clit. It shocked you when, just a few thrusts later, rapture built within you. “Oh Gods!”
“There we go,” Loki grunted. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Tell me how it feels, darling.”
“S-so good!” you gasped. “Loki, so good!” You never knew pleasure could be this great. Every drag of Loki’s shaft against your walls had the feeling blooming anew. It was hard to believe this hurt a second ago, and you understood now why people wrote so many books about sex. It was like finding heaven and tasting hell all in the same go. You never wanted it to end.
“Feel this,” Loki murmured. He grabbed your hips and angled towards the right. Your entire body jerked. He hit it again, and again, and soon your body was contracted in one long, continuous stream of bliss. You knew he had to be hitting your G-spot. Some of the works you read mentioned it, but not all authors believed it existed. They clearly never had sex with Loki Laufeyson. He had no trouble proving its existence.
“You’re so tight now,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can feel your walls squeezing me. You’re close.” You were. Between the foreplay, thrusting and playing with your clit, Loki had wound your body to a point where the only end was release. You felt like you were standing near a cliff on a hot day, and the only way to reach the cool water below was to let yourself fall… fall… fall…
“Shit!” The curse left your lips before you could stop it. Your entire body felt like it was going to cave in on itself. Stars exploded behind your eyelids. A whine filled the air—high-pitched and screechy—and it took a while to realize it was coming from you. Your lower body squeezed for what felt like ages before it released. When your hips hit the bed again, Loki let out his own curse.
“Fuck.” His thrusts had long grown sloppy. “Fuck, fuck!” He pulled out of you like you burnt him and let his now flaccid penis rest on your stomach. A milky white liquid spilled out of the tip, pooling near your bellybutton. You reached down to touch it. It felt sticky, warm, and you brought it to your lips for a taste. You regretted it as soon as the salty taste burst on your tongue.
“Ew!” You cringed. “That’s disgusting.” Loki laughed.
“What did you expect it to taste like? Chocolate?” You frowned. Loki waved a hand to clean his seed off your stomach. “Better?” He rested his palm on your forehead, smoothing back the hair stuck to it with sweat. You leaned up to kiss him softly, passionately—like you would open your eyes at any minute and this would all have been a dream. When the kiss was over, Loki looked a little stunned. “What was that for?”
“Just to say thank you,” you told him. “For this. For making me feel safe and taking care of me. It was amazing.” Loki smiled at you, that wide grin that crinkled his eyes and stretched his lips up over most of his face.”
“My pleasure, little bird.” He rubbed his nose against your own. “Would you care to take a bath with me?”
Taking a bath with Loki did sound like a fun idea. Besides the sex, it was a step in the direction you wanted to go. However, your body was spent from the new activity, and you were quite sure your legs had turned to jelly beneath you. “Can we just lie here for a bit? I’m a little tired.”
“Of course.” Loki adjusted himself so he was on his back, allowing you to throw a leg over his torso and place your head on his chest. “I just started a new book,” he informed you. “Shall I read it to you from the beginning and we can continue it together?”
“Mhm-hmm.”
Loki kissed your forehead. He opened the book to the first page and began to read aloud. “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are…”
ooOOoo
Loki awoke late in the night from a rather disturbing dream. He reached his hand out for you, only to find your side of the bed empty. That made him sit up. His eyes roamed over the pulled back duvet and rumpled bedsheets with a frown. “Little bird? Are you in the bathroom?” No answer, and no sound from the en suite either. Loki sighed. He grabbed his discarded sleeping pants from the floor and set off in search of you.
It did not take long to find you. As soon as he stepped outside, he heard your voice and followed it to your old room. Loki lifted a brow. You had not slept in there since you had first asked him to make love to you a month ago. After that, your room had been delegated to a guest room and you had moved into his. Therefore, he was very confused to find you curled up in the centre of the bed with a book, wrapped in nothing but a sheet.
“Darling?” The song stopped. Your head lifted to him with a smile. “What are you doing here? It’s so late.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” you answered. “I went walking around and ended up here.”
Loki frowned. “Why didn’t you wake me?” He sat on the bed next to you, fingers brushing the fresh hickeys on your neck from your round of love making just a few hours ago. “I would’ve stayed up with you.”
“No, you were tired. You’ve been running around all week trying to stop Kang from making a mess of things. I wasn’t going to wake you. Besides,” you tapped the leather-bound book held to your chest, “I have my book.”
Loki ran a finger over the brown bindings. Dust coated the flat pad of skin. “This doesn’t look like the ones you usually read.”
“It’s not. But,” you sat up, clutching the book tighter to your chest, “I found something else we can try. Would you like to see?” Loki nodded. You were so excited to show him your discovery that it was impossible to say no.
“Sure, little bird.” You let the book fall backward so he could see… and his jaw dropped. Loki’s eyes roamed the page, then darted to yours. He knew what he was seeing and wanted to make sure you were looking at the same thing. “Are those…”
“Yes!” There was nothing but exhilaration in every fiber of your being. “Babies!”
A/N: A kiss from Loki to anyone who knows what book he was reading.
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