"Loki?" Fandral whispered softly up to the window. Glancing about himself nervously, he was glad that the moon was not out that night. "Loki!" He called up slightly louder.
"I'm coming, you fool. Silence yourself!" Loki's voice fired sharply down from the window, moments before Loki himself fired down from the window. Fandral moved to catch him, out of sheer surprise, but Loki was limned in a green iridescent shimmer and slowed to a stop the instant before he would have hit the ground. Fandral's wide eyes were reflecting the green magic.
"Don't flatter yourself." Loki smirked at Fanrdal's startled position before he floated to the ground next to the young blond man.
"That was a nasty trick, you snake." Fandral couldn't hide the smile in his voice. Loki laughed a bit and stuck his tongue out at Fandral, showing off his magic further by flicking out his tongue, which had turned long and narrow and forked. Fanrdal made a low, moan-like noise and Loki's smirk widened.
"Patience, you potent mule." Loki brushed past Fandral, making sure to let his hand accidentally brush Fandrals as their shoulders bumped. Fandral stayed where he was for a moment before pivoting on his toes and running after Loki's retreating form.
"Where are you going? Were we not going to-"
"To the stables. You did not think we would be so brazen as to copulate so close castle, did you?" Loki smiled wryly, knowing Fandral's own heat had already stopped the poor blonde's mind from thinking clearly.
"O-of course not. I… assumed you had already picked a place, of course." Fandral tried pitifully, earning a tsk from Loki, who, surprisingly, didn't call him out.
"Of course you did." Loki agreed diplomatically, much to the relief of Fandral.
After a long walk to the stables, and what felt like an agonizing eternity of watching Loki's hips sway as he walked, the pair made it to the darkened stables.
"What about the horses- Oh… where are the horses, Loki?"
"I simple spoke to them about how luscious the pasture is this time of year, especially the tender blades of grass, wet with night-dew." Loki offered casually, ignoring the snort Fanrdal gave him.
"You and your talented tongue." He scoffed, grinning.
"Oh that's not all I can do with my tongue." Loki smirked, grabbing the front of Fandral's shirt and yanking him down into a vicious kiss that was all tongue and teeth. All forked tongue. Fandral noted to himself. Though his mind was quickly jarred away from thoughts as he felt hot and warm and wet flesh lick up his neck and ear. He groaned and his own hands flew up to grip the back of Loki's shirt. Even though Loki was younger and smaller, he was clearly in control of that was going on. At least, he was until Fandral heaved him up and slammed him down on a table, knocking the grooming and feeding gear off of the wooden surface with a loud clatter. Loki was surprised at the sudden relocation, but quickly recovered and wrapped his legs tightly around Fandral's waist, eliciting another throaty grunt from the blond.
"Damn Loki. Where did you learn how to- nngh!- do that?" Fanrdal's question was panted in between hot wet kisses and bites.
"I have my ways- Oh!" Loki's lofty reply was cut off by rough hands running up his sides, under his shirt. "And evidently so do you." Loki purred, laying back on the table and relishing the heavy feel of hands on his skin. Loki was no first timer, but evidently neither was Fandral. Loki managed to summon some approval and respect, but only a little bit.
Fandral had just begun trying to get the fastened and tied belt off from around Loki's waist when Loki tensed and shot a hand up to cover Fandral's mouth, stilling and silencing them both. Loki sat up and pushed Fandral back a bit. Fandral was just about to ask what was wrong when Loki swung himself off the table and onto the floor in a crouching position. He yanked Fandral down to the ground and crawled under the table. There they stayed for a moment. Again Fandral was going to inquire but Loki pushed a finger to his lips just as the clatter of walking guards sounded. The came into the stables, lazily surveyed it, ignored the items that were flung off the table, and left, locking the gate behind them. Evidently it was too dark for the guards to notice the empty stalls… Or they were too drunk. Once the clatter of walking had long faded. Loki rolled over on the dirt ground and just lied there, grinning. Fandral groaned and let his head smack into the ground.
"What a mood killer." He groaned, painfully aware of his arousal's protest to the interruption.
"Indeed." Loki agreed, too cheerfully. Fandral would have accused Loki of foul play had his eye not drifted down to where Loki's pain was visibly straining as well. Fandral chuckled.
"You're a stubborn bastard. But I'll have you yet." The blond warrior-in-training swore.
"Who would I be to deny you." Loki all but sang. "However I wont roll over so easily again." Setting a challenge. How very… Loki. Fandral sighed, groaned and sighed again.
"Damn you Loki."