Endlessly

Loki

You begin to run your fingers along the spines of the books, an odd little habit you've developed since moving to Asgard, stopping when something about one of them feels particularly different under your fingertips. The spine isn't worn like most of the others, prompting you to stop and check if you've read it already. You slide it off of the shelf, and just as the feeling of disappointment that yes- you've already read this one washes over you; Loki begins to speak from right beside you, seemingly appearing from nowhere. "This is what I wanted to show you yesterday." He holds up a large, visibly old, but extremely well cared for book, open to a page with a picture of a purple flower.

"Yesterday?"

"Yes, before we- before I got distracted." His cheeks turn bright pink.

Oh

You grab hold of the book to analyze the mysterious flower more closely. It is yet another species you have never seen before.

"There is an entire field of these, deep in the woods north of the palace. They seem to be able to grow with little or no sunlight." His spellbinding green eyes search yours.

"I have scoured this entire section of literature... where did you find this book?" Your eyes grow wide with an excited sense of curiosity.

"This is a book of enchantments. I came across it while studying magic."

"Gods! Loki- this could be exactly what I'm looking for! I've been reading about plants that thrive in non-traditional environments, and their unique benefits. I could-" You look up at him, your cheeks catching fire.

"You could... what? Kiss me?" He takes a step closer to you, that wonderful scent of him clouding your mind.

Well, yes. I suppose I could.

And so, you do.

Loki lets out a surprised little grunt when your lips connect, not hesitating for a moment before deepening the kiss. He takes the book you're still holding from your hand and drops it to the floor, immediately sliding one large hand onto the small of your back, pressing you firmly against him. He tangles the fingers of his other hand into your hair, ever-so-gently grasping a handful at the base of your neck and tipping your head back to expose your neck.

The now familiar cool feeling of his magic wraps around your throat, removing the lace collar in its wake. He takes immediate advantage of the access to your sensitive skin once again.

He murmurs something to himself as he traces his lips along your neck, each tender kiss a love poem, each little nip a ballad.

The raging fire in your core roars back to life, having never been fully extinguished. The flames feel as though they may consume your entire mind as Loki works his way down your body, just barely grazing his lips across your breast as he makes his way lower, placing more kisses through the fabric of your dress.

The throbbing between your thighs returns when his hand makes contact with the skin under your dress, eliciting a little gasp to escape from your lips.

He pauses what he's doing to meet your gaze, his now desire-filled eyes seeming to glow an even more brilliant shade of green than usual. "May I continue?"

You stare at him irresolutely, your mind having a ruthless battle between what you know you should say- what you know you have to do, and what you truly want.

"Please..." You whimper.

"Please what, Gersemi?" He lowers his voice, its velvet-like sound causing goosebumps to run down your spine.

"Please, don't stop." You feel your face flush crimson at your own words, at your wanton behavior, and just as you begin to tell yourself you must stop this right now, that this is not at all decent, Loki presses you into the shelf at your back, sending several books sailing to the floor.