I want the k (fem!Loki?)
Send me ‘I want the K’ || Accepting
19: Forceful Kiss
Geralt had been free of the supposed god for some time. No strange appearances, no messages of any sort. It was a good deal of stress on his shoulders. Turning down a god was no smart move, but he would rather not entangle himself with Loki, no matter what form the god took.
Then, it so happened he bumped into someone on the road. That was unusual, especially for him. He hadn’t heard anything to signal that there was someone there, and his medallion was humming quite strongly against his chest. Before he could even question what was happening, he felt lips against his own, kissing him with enough force to make him stagger a step or two backward. But the woman kept on him, until he managed to force her off. Wiping his lips, he thought he might have been slipped a poison, only to lock eyes with emerald hues, and raven-black hair. Gah, he knew who this was. “Damnit Loki.”












