His Dove (Loki Laufeyson)

Part 62 (Wedlock)

Mention of 🔥

I woke up to Loki as he peppered me with kisses, from my cheek to my jaw and neck.

"Lo." I groaned, playfully swatting him away as I allowed my eyes to flutter shut once again.

"No, Dove." He whispered. "You have to let me take care of you before I go. You wouldn't allow it last night."

Suddenly I remembered our actions from the night prior, understanding now why my body was engulfed in aching pains and why I felt so incredibly tired.

Loki had taken his time, testing my limits in several different ways as he waited for me to tell him 'no' to something... And I never did. I loved the look of satisfaction I saw on him when he'd try something and watch my features for any discomfort, just to see my consent. I would be lying if I said none of the actions and kinks didn't make me slightly nervous, but at the same time it was the most exhilarating night I had ever had.

By the time it was all over, I was so overwhelming tired that I turned down Loki's offer for a bath and refused to let him heal the cuts and bruises that littered my body, falling asleep before he could even get himself fully lowered to the bed.

I glanced over at Loki to see that sweet, warm smile I adored to get and couldn't help but return it to him. He kissed me lightly on the lips and stood from the bed. He had managed to throw on some lounge pants after last evenings marathon, while I on the other hand had not even attempted to put anything on.

Before I could sit up, Loki picked me up and cradled me into his arms, nuzzling his head into my neck as he walked to the bathroom. The tub was already full, bubbles foamed up at the top while a towel and my soaps sat on the rim. I wondered when Loki had managed to sneak out of bed without waking me.

Loki was gentle when he set me down in the bath, kissing my shoulders before standing to take his pants off and joining me. I tried to relax my muscles as he lightly pulled me backwards to him, and it was only then that I looked down at my body. Bruises and teeth marks still bared on my skin from his bites and bruised fingerprints were defined on my hips. The 'L' that was so nicely cut into my thigh was still unhealed, forcing me to remember when Loki had pulled his dagger out the night previously.

I had been stunned for a moment, until he placed it in my hand first. I was incredibly unsure, at first, that he actually wanted me to use it on him, but when he flipped us over so I was on top of him and practically begged, I wasted no time in carving my nickname onto his bicep, watching the god unravel beneath me before I placed the dagger back in his own hand.

He had only done the first letter of his name, though he swirled the lines just as he did in his signature, before stopping and tossing the blade away. I had a feeling he was more worried about crossing my boundaries than I was about that possibility.

Loki drew me out of my thoughts when his hands went to my hair, massaging water into it with his light touch. The light humming that escaped his lips soon turned to singing, making me smile at how completely fragile he allowed himself to be with me. The words of 'Stjernestøv' leaving his mouth as I leaned back against him, wondering where in the world I got so wonderfully lucky to be on this side of the mischief god.

His lips pressed to my shoulder before he lathered my hair in shampoo, doing quite literally everything for me. Normally, I wouldn't allow a soul to treat me in such a way, as if I were incapable, but something about these situations between the two of us made me relish in the comfort.

"What'd I do to earn you?" I hummed softly as he rinsed my hair out.

He breathed out a laugh, "You deserve far more than me, my queen." He whispered against my ear. "You deserve every star in this universe, every little desire you have to be fulfilled with the utmost care. It's I who cannot begin to comprehend how I ever managed to place myself in this position, with you in my arms. I am completely unworthy of you."