The further Sigyn wandered down the hallway, the darker it got, and the louder her footsteps echoed. She was too intoxicated to work up the focus necessary to shadow walk. She was too intoxicated to figure out how to make her steps quieter. An attempt at tiptoeing was made, but then she tripped over her hem and fell. Luckily, the hallway was deserted. She picked herself up and brushed the dust from her palms and decided to just wait where she was before she wandered into some place she was not supposed to be.
Finally, Loki appeared before her, smiling widely, his eyes ravenous. "I thought you would have gotten much further than that, my love." He took her hands and kissed all of her fingers one by one.
"I was worried I might get lost." She said, feeling foolish the instant she said it but was also extremely interested in the feeling of his lips on her fingers. He chuckled and met her eye, grinning wolfishly. She grinned back and giggled. "I really like it when you look at me like that," she said.
"Oh?" He slid his hands around her waist and guided her to lean against the wall opposite the windows, where she was framed in a pool of moonlight. He pressed against her, his hands tight on her waist, his lips hungry on her neck, between her breasts.
"Yes," she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as her desire pulsed hot between her legs. "You look at me like that when you want me."
"I always want you," he growled, his lips brushing her skin. She shivered as he sunk to his knees before her, his hands slipping under her skirts and lifting them, exposing her legs. He trailed his tongue up her inner thigh, his breath cold on her skin. His fingers warmed against her skin as he slipped her undergarments down and then gently lifted one foot and then the other to pull them off.
She laughed breathlessly. "Not always. Sometimes you are busy."
He ghosted his lips over her cleft and she gasped, then covered her mouth with her hand. "Even when I am busy, love." She felt him smile against her, then part her with his fingers and the soft touch of his tongue against her. She trembled and pressed her back flat against the wall, muffling her cry with her palm. "You are ever in my thoughts. I long to see you, touch you, taste you." He dragged his tongue over her folds, breathing hard against her.
She curled her fingers around one of the horns on his helmet as she choked back a cry, her hips rocking. "Oh, your mouth."
He chuckled softly and slid two fingers into her as his tongue flicked her nub. He looked up, meeting her eye as she bit her fist, trembling, pinned between his mouth and the wall. And then he withdrew his fingers and stood, her skirts falling back into place.
She cried out softly in dismay, staring up at him with wide eyes. "But… why?"
His grin was wicked as he traced her lips with his fingertip, still damp from being inside her. "We have to get back to the party."
"No!" She cried.
He slid his fingers into her mouth, stifling her cry. She moaned as she savored her taste on his skin. He dipped his head to whisper in her ear. "We have to return to the party. And you will be pleasant and charming and make small talk and dance." He pressed his hips against her, and she could feel his arousal against her hip. "When the song is over, you will go to my room. And I will meet you there." He slid his fingers out of her mouth and kissed her, his body rolling against hers.
She shuddered and moaned into his kiss, clutching him to her. "Please, Loki," she whispered, his lips brushing his. "Please take me, I need you."
He growled low, brushed his lips against hers and then pulled away. "I will. Later." He said, tucking her undergarments into his pocket before turning away and striding to the ballroom without looking back.