They were far away from each other. Satan and Loki were seated on opposite sides of a long, wood table. By the looks of it, one could easily tell they were both old creatures. The long dinner table displayed a feast. Food from every corner of the world was there, along with bottles and bottles of wine. Rusty candlesticks flickered as the wind blew through the room and polished silverware finished the picture with yet another sign of refinement. And still, neither of them ate or touched a thing.
Loki sat with her legs crossed, displaying skin. She had her index finger trailing her lower lip as she watched the other one. Satan had both arms down on the arms rest, fingers touching its very end one at a time, smooth as a pianist. For what seemed to be an eternity, both deities said nothing. Just kept staring at each other.
Their was a story of mutual respect and bonding over mischiefs. Satan, number one entity to blame for every bad thing, catastrophe and incident that happened by the small minded humans, and Loki, the most hated and unwanted creature in probably every realm there was. Mr and Mrs Evil Shit themselves.
"The devil is not as bad as he seems", Satan said, no hint of what his intentions were, after an eternity of silence.
"He hardly ever is" was Loki's reply, a small smirk on the corner of her lips, as she watched him.
Satan extended a hand to her, as if Loki was but merely inches from him. 'That ought to be fun', Loki thought to herself. Dinner, candles, wine. Proper and prim. If she didn't know any better, he was trying to impress her. And if he didn't know any better, her dress could be something of a distraction. Loki stood up, walked the lenght of the table, the candles dancing as she walked. As she did so, Satan placed his right foot on the table and pushed, making his chair to spin in almost a 45 degree angle. The wine glasses shook, but nothing was spilled. She took his hand and he pulled her in. That quick dance stopped once she was sitting down on his left leg, staring down at him as he did the same, looking up at her, the very same hand he had extended to her now wrapped around her waist.
"Was that a compliment, Loki?", he asked, his voice firm and he cocked an eyebrow. They were so close that a strand of Loki's dark as night hair moved away from her face.
"I am glad to see that years of being talked ill about have not made you deaf to them", she replied, feeding Satan's need for flattery. It was also not a lie, but that part was left out. He was indeed handsome. More so than any mortal she had seen.
Satan smirked and that fed Loki's need for reaction. And if it was reaction she wanted, it was reaction she got. He stood up, holding Loki by her waist with his arm and sat her on the table in front of him, on the very edge of it, enough only not to make her fall. He also quickly made his way to stand in between her legs using his hands to push them apart. Loki looked around before meeting his eyes again. "Impressive", she said and grinned at him.
"You have not seen impressive yet, Loki", he said, as one of his hands went straight to be back of her head. She thought about answering, but before she could, their lips entwined aggresivelly in a kiss, more raw desire than sentiment. Lost in that moment, Loki did not feel Satan sliding his other hand up her body, pulling her dress up and making her bare from the waist down. Perhaps the 'mischevious' title should be a shared one. The hand Satan had on her neck slowly went down her back, an omen of what was going to happen. Loki did not let him do all the work, though. Once she realized the situation she was in, her legs crossed behind his hip, making them both impossibly close, and her hands -- one going under his arm and one on his neck -- pulled him in as well, as she kissed him for the second time, very greedily, still caught on a haze.
Those very same skilled fingers Satan had undid his own trousers and he pulled himself inside of Loki, who interrupted the kiss with a gasp. Satan watched her, quite pleased with himself. That gasp, that search for air, was more than a compliment. And he did it again. And again. He kept thrusting into her, as she held him tight, fingernails sinking into his back, legs tight around him. The gasp quickly became panting due to Satan's fast pace and Loki's willingness. She turned her head, her mouth brushing against his ear. "I stand corrected", she said. Satan's smirk grew wider and it only made his rhythym fasten.
Then there were only moans and groaning, from both sides. The candles, now all burnt down to only wax, the glasses of wine, all fell due their persistance, their strenght.
Let me point it out that smoothassatan is ruinning my life by the simple fact he made me write a dabble about Loki and Satan and it's getting long and perfect and I am very proud and filled with feels. DAMN YOU.
