Chapter One
His lips are ghosts of sensation on my skin. They kiss, they suck, and they ignite me to this madness. My every resolution of this is the last time melts in puddle when those lips start to play the symphony of desire on my body.
Now I know why they call him god and his touches addictive. He is like cocaine, like finest brand of heroine that enslaves you at the very first whiff. Like a predator he lures you in his lair with passionate kisses and sweet nothings. To avoid him is futile, to resist him a folly because harder you try, harder you fall in his arms that promise you forever.
I have known these things, I can recite his many hundred names forwards and backwards in seconds and yet here I lie beneath him, arching, moaning in ecstasy. I have never known the likes of passion he ignites, I have never felt them in my whole small insignificant life and yet I try to fathom what made him the man or creature he is in this moment.
Now that I have tasted him, I know nothing tastes sweeter than the sin I drink from him. Maybe it's madness but I can relate to those women who sacrifice part of their souls to summon him. I can understand their need, their desire, and their transgression.
Even in the throes of this whirlwind he ignites, he never utters a word. Never shows what he feels inside and a part of me thinks that maybe beneath his beautiful exterior, he too is dead like me, a mere mortal. His eyes are deepest of greens I have ever seen and yet they don't remind me of forests. What happened to him? What made him like this? A statue perfectly beautiful on the outside and yet holding, hiding countless fractures within.
Now I see why women summon him. Forsake part of their humanity just to feel his embrace. But I am not like others. For I will never be the fool to fall in love with him. I know he is broken and I know I can't mend him.
I am Jane Foster, the myth researcher and he is Loki, the ultimate myth….
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-Eos