Loki breathed in my ear. "Scarlett..."
"That's it..." I trailed off in thought.
Loki smiled evilly. "Yes, my pet?"
"We'll make a religion about you, Loki. That's how much I love you." I felt a smile playing on my lips.
"We'll call it 'Lokism.' I just want everyone else to love you as much as I do...and to worship you as the god I love."
Loki smiled wider, if that was possible. His emerald orbs lit up delightfully, beautifully with his sparkling white teeth. "You don't have to construct a new religion about me, my pet. Just show me."
His mouth was on mine in the nanosecond that it took me to respond.
We pulled apart after about five minutes after passionately kissing with full on tongue to tongue action.
"But-" Loki mused. "I do like this idea of yours, my pet. I'm glad to know that you love me that much. I'll help you to make this dream religion of yours a reality. The billions of creatures from your world worshipping me as the king..." He sighed. "God...I am."
"That you are, my love. That you are." I pulled him into my kiss again, another smile developing on my lips as he kissed me back fiercely.