Katarina Petrova was always one for games. Especially the one where the other person would have to try and catch her while she ran from them. She had never truly known the name of it. And Loki, being the trickster god was always fond of games too but never had he liked this one. Since he would do anything to make his dear Katarina happy, he had to put up with this game of hers.
Loki woke before his dear Katarina. She was still well out, her breath soft against his shoulder, her hair tangled around them both. He brushed a lock of hair back from her forehead, to see her face better. She made a small noise and burrowed closer to him, cocooning them both in the blankets. It was…well, the only word for it was 'adorable'. He found it interesting that her sleeping self trusted him so implicitly. Her sleep-fogged eyes blinked open and Loki knew exactly when she fully woke because a smile broke out across her face and she giggled slightly. "Good morning my love" He whispered into her ear. Loki kissed Katarina, one hand winding in her hair and tilting her head back so he could deepen it. He was honestly a little shocked at the intensity of his desire for her. But then again it was the same desire that had been burning for a few months now. He craved her but she wasn't ready for anything to personal yet. Katarina smiled at him as she began to rise. Loki caught her arm, holding her still.
"Please stay" He murmured. She gave him a smile that was downright affectionate.
"As much as I would like to, what would happen if someone was to walk in on us. You know as well as I that your father does not approve of me"
"Yes but I hate that we have to keep sneaking around like this. Let Odin be angry with me, I do not care if it means I can be with you" He tugged on her arm and she fell down beside him. "You can stay with me" She looked at him for a moment. "Please"
"Ok but you know the risk you bring on yourself by being with me?" He nodded and kissed her cheek. He laced his fingers into hers. Her free hand came up to trace the line of his jaw, trailing down his throat. She was mapping him with her fingers. Her delicate, gentle, little fingers. He almost shivered at her touch. She was everything he ever wanted, she was perfect. Loki ran his fingers along her arm, her skin like silk beneath them and she stilled. Her hand fluttered down to her side. "You're cold" She told him. Loki looked towards the mirror. He had taken on his Jotun form by complete accident. He couldn't let her see him or he would risk losing the most beautiful thing he had ever owned.
"I'm like that sometimes" He shut his eyes when she twined her fingers in his hair, smoothing through the black strands. He felt truly relaxed in her presence; though his desire for her grew the more she touched him. He checked the mirror again. Her warmth made the monster within disappear.
