Loki excused himself from dinner early the following evening. They were dining with his parents to make up for their absence the night before. He stayed long enough to have dessert with them but not a moment longer, saying that he had some important matters to attend to, urging Myrkr to stay and chat as long as she like. However, the lingering kiss he gave her before leaving said that she shouldn't stay too long.
"You have no idea how much it pleases me to know that you two are finally getting along," Frigga said warmly.
Myrkr smiled. "It was bound to take a while. Our backgrounds are so different that we needed time to get to know one another."
"I heard you had quite a bit of fun yesterday," Odin said with a chuckle.
Myrkr nearly choked on her wine. "Oh?"
"Well, yes, of course. I'm happy our first snow fall was so heavy this season. That is not always the case," he said.
She laughed self-consciously. "Ah-haha. Yes, I had missed the snow more than I realized. I had been trying not to think about it, knowing that the waiting would only make it take longer."
"That is very wise," he praised.
They made small talk for a short while after that before Myrkr politely excused herself.
After she left, Frigga turned to her husband. "We are very fortunate."
"Indeed. We had no idea what sort of individual would have come out of that scraggly little runt Laufey presented to us all those years ago," Odin mused.
"I know it's very selfish of me to say, but I don't want to send her home," Frigga confessed.
"I understand how you feel," he said, placing a comforting hand on his wife's arm. "But she has to visit Jotunheim once a year," he reminded.
Frigga nodded sadly. "I hope she comes back," she whispered.
"She will," he assured.
On her way back to their chambers, Myrkr couldn't help smiling to herself. The look in Loki's eyes when he left told her that he was up to something, and that was almost always amusing at the very least. Even though she was expecting something from him, she was still surprised by what she found.
She entered their door and locked it behind her. He wasn't in the sitting room, but that wasn't surprising. She stood quietly and listened, she could hear his softly panting breath a short distance away. It was difficult not to run to him.
Myrkr peeled off her clothes as she moved quickly into their bedroom. She threw back the curtain surrounding their bed and saw nothing but an empty and exquisitely made bed. Her eyes grew wide and her hands began to shake as she made a small sound of frustration.
That sound made Loki chuckle, and she realized that she had just not gone quite far enough to find him. She turned and quietly moved toward their shared bathroom. She moved past the front portion containing their sinks and mirrors and back toward their large bathtub. When he first showed it to her, it was apparent that it was designed to hold two people. They had never used it together. Every time she had come in while he was bathing, the steam made her uncomfortable, and when he came to her, the water was far too cold for him to stand. Though that would be remedied almost as soon as they touched, they did have to occasionally break contact, and the shock of changing back, even just a little, was more than enough to kill the mood.
This was a little different. She could see the steam coming off his bath water, but the open window on the other side of the room kept it from collecting in the air around them. In addition to making her more comfortable, it also made it easier for her to see her husband lazily reclined in their tub and leisurely stroking himself.
He knew by her soft gasp that she was only a few feet from him, but she was staring at him so intently that he didn't bother acknowledging her right away. Only a few sounds of self-induced pleasure from him had her awkwardly shifting her weight as she watched him.
"Hello, darling," he said with a wink.
She tried to reply properly to that, but when she tried to speak, all that came out was a strange little squeak. Pursing her lips in frustration, she tried again. "I see you started without me."
He smirked. "Just getting warmed up," he taunted.
"Get out of there so we can play together," she urged.
"But if I get out of this very relaxing hot water, then you'll be all over me," he replied with feigned innocence.
"That's the point," she nearly growled.
He smiled cheekily up at his wife. "But then I won't be able to repay you for that lovely show you gave me the other night."
She gasped. "You mean to-" She couldn't even finish her sentence.
"I mean to show you a few of the things that I like to do when I'm excited and left to my own devices," he told her very deliberately. "It's only fair."
"You don't have to do that," she said before licking her lips at how he easily continued to stroke himself. "I watched you while I was...showing you what I did with that thing under the bed," she managed.
He laughed a little. "You weren't really paying attention to me," he dismissed. "And you weren't supposed to be. You may have happened to see me touch myself during your exposition, but you were very distracted. I think your eyes rolled almost as much as your hips," he teased.
"You're not going to let me talk you out of this, are you?" she asked, her fingers twitching at her sides.
"I remember a moment several months ago when I mentioned that I was quite adept at taking care of myself. You seemed intrigued," he noted.
Myrkr pursed her lips. She almost couldn't stand that he was sitting right in front of her but couldn't touch him without burning herself. "Please, at least get out of the water," she coaxed.
He thought about it for a moment, enjoying how her eyes continued to rake up and down his body. "If I do, will you promise not to touch me while I show you what I do for myself? If I recall, you made a similar request of me."
"You're just doing this to tease me," she accused weakly.
He grinned mischievously. "Of course I am, but only in the best possible way."
"I should touch you right now. A good scalding should motivate you," she threatened.
"If I am burned, then I will be out of commission for quite a lot longer than what I am suggesting," he countered.
Myrkr took a deep breath and stepped backward. "Okay, I will try to be good, to sit and watch."
"I do appreciate your indulgence," he said as he stood and grabbed his towel.
She took another step back away from him as he dried off and stepped out of the tub.
"I didn't realize it was so difficult for you to keep from touching me," he teased as he started out of the bathroom.
She tried to glare but the sight of his beautiful back and perfectly toned ass made her whimper. It took almost all of her self control to keep from tackling him. She knew he was lying. There was no way he could have overlooked how intently she stared at him or the way her fingers twitched when he was within arm's reach. She knew these tells were especially bad before they were intimate because after she felt comfortable flirting with him, which eased the tension of her repressed desires. With a sigh, she followed him into the bedroom. He motioned for her to take a seat in the chair on his side of the bed, and she obliged, making a point to sit with her legs crossed.
"As you suggested the other night, I would not be offended if you felt the need to touch yourself while you watch me," he said with a smirk.
"Are you sure I won't be distracting? You seemed quite taken with me the other night," she sniped.
"You were quite captivating," he told her as he pulled a vial of oil from his bedside stand. "I can only hope that I can capture your attention so fully." When he said that, he made very intense eye contact with her, the kind that told her that he was completely serious.
Myrkr felt her stomach flutter. "We'll see," she managed. She was sure he would be able to do exactly what he set out to do, and it wasn't that she didn't want to see him like that. She had no qualms with the idea that he knew how to pleasure himself, and found it oddly endearing that he seemed so excited by the idea of putting on a show for her. It was the complete opposite of her situation the night before last.
She put herself on display at his urging. She felt exposed. Though she knew he wouldn't intentionally make her feel bad about what she did, she couldn't help wondering if she was somehow strange in how she gave herself pleasure. It was something she had never had to be self-conscious about before because she always made sure she was alone. The very idea of being watched had never crossed her mind. She had worried, from time to time, about being caught in the act, but she had always been very careful to avoid such an embarrassing scenario.
Loki seemed to enjoy making a spectacle of himself. She could tell he'd put some thought into his presentation. He knew what she liked, and he intended to exploit it for the sake of his amusement, which was something he got off on. It wasn't that his display was dishonest, but it was executed with an awareness of his audience.
Myrkr's lips quivered when she watched him pour just a few drops of oil onto his cock and begin rubbing it in. It smelled sweet like the first blossoms of spring.
"This isn't fair," she complained.
He didn't falter, his hand running easily up and down his length with slow, calculated motions, occasionally twisting at the top as the head of his cock emerged from his foreskin. "How's that?"
"It's not the same, I didn't ask for this, and you know I like you better when you're blue," she listed fitfully. She couldn't believe she was complaining. He was so incredibly sexy like that, all sprawled out on their bed and getting harder with each stroke. She was just so embarrassed. Without realizing it, she felt as though he was trying to illustrate to her how to put on a proper erotic display for one's lover, like she had done something wrong.
He smiled affectionately. "Of course it's not the same. We are very different people, and we both know you would never ask for something like this, even if you were curious. You were embarrassed when you shared your private pleasure with me. I want to show you that it's nothing to be ashamed of, that no matter what you do, as long as you enjoy it, then it's sexy to me. And we can't do anything about the hue of my skin without touching, which I'm not ready for yet," he teasingly added.
She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "I won't help you finish," she told him tartly.
"That's the spirit," he said with a wink. Then, he started to stroke himself a more purposefully, squeezing harder, moving faster. He reached down with his other hand and started massaging his testicals, gently rolling them with his fingers. During all this, he let out a series of soft, panting moans.
Myrkr uncrossed and recrossed her legs with her other leg on top. Just that made her realize how wet she was already. When he took a deep, jagged breath at the feeling of finally pulling back his foreskin and fully exposing the head of his cock to the cool air, she was somewhat thankful that he was in Asgardian form. At least that way, his sense of smell wasn't nearly as good, something that made her smile a little.
"There's that beautiful smile I love so much," he crooned, turning part way up onto his side to see her better.
"I was just pitying Asgardian males. You have to rely on very subtle and often misleading clues to determine how attracted someone is to you," she mused haughtily.
"It is quite sad...for most men," he said, a little grunt of satisfaction interrupting his reply. "I'm actually quite adept at reading the body language of others. You're not so different from an Asgardian woman, you know," he taunted.
She huffed again.
"Your eye dilate and your skin darkens when you're excited. On top of that your eye color actually darkens when you're aroused, which is a clue our pink-skinned females do not exhibit," he elaborated. "And your feminine anatomy is actually very similar," he added, licking his lips. "You self-lubricate in anticipation of your lover and the little hood of flesh covering that precious bundle of nerves swells ever so slightly when you're excited."
She blushed even harder both at his words and the way he groaned as he was speaking them. She watched him take in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as he began to pump himself harder. She even flinched a little when he began squeezing his balls, but apparently it wasn't hard enough to cause him any pain. She could see the pressure building within him. His cock was engorging further, and he looked like he was about burst, but then he all but stopped.
Myrkr bit her lip and watched with bated breath as he eased himself back from the brink of orgasm. "I-I didn't realize you liked to tease yourself," she said softly as his breath began to slow.
He chuckled. "I tease everyone, and where would be the fun in finishing as quickly as possible? It's not as though we're strapped for time."
In spite of herself, she smiled. His ease and humor helped her relax and made her realize that she'd been gripping the arms of his chair so tightly that her fingers were getting stiff. With a flicker of self-consciousness, she let go and stretched and massaged her hands.
"If you held me that tightly, you'd probably leave bruises," he teased. Then, before she could reply, he turned away from her.
She felt a slight pang of worry, but quickly realized that he wasn't turning away from her as much as turning toward something else. When he turned ninety degrees and rolled onto his belly, she was afforded a perfect view of his backside. His legs spread as he reached over her side of the bed. She was so wrapped up in watching him, studying the shape and color of his most private area, that she didn't realize what he was doing until after he pulled the wooden box up onto the bed.
When Loki heard her anxious gasp, he turned and looked over his shoulder. With a cheeky smirk, he raised his ass a few inches and wiggled it at her. "You like?" he crooned.
She did, but she was too distracted to admit to it. "What's that for?" she asked, pointing at the wooden box.
Loki flipped it open and pulled out the glass phallus, pushing the rest away before grabbing the vial of oil. "When I said I wished I'd known about this gift sooner, it wasn't only because I enjoy the thought of you using it," he said as he poured a little of the oil onto his fingers and reached back to rub it on his backside.
"Y-You're...not going to-" She couldn't even finish her sentence. That was happening a lot lately, and she would have found it irritating if she'd realized it. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him spread the oil around before sticking the tip of his finger inside himself. Whatever sound she would have made in response to that caught in her throat because she wanted to hear the little noises he made, little grunts and tight, heated little sighs.
He did this only as long as was needed to make sure his entrance as as lubricated as necessary. Then, he got up on his knees and spread the rest of the oil onto the glass phallus.
"What is that stuff?" she asked as she watched him carefully stroke every curve. Because of the book she'd been given, the one sitting in the open box a few feet from her husband, she already had a pretty good idea, but the near silence, punctuated only by his sexy sounds, was starting to get to her.
He snickered. "A very slick oil, for those of us who don't get wet on our own," he answered. "There are many different varieties, if you'd like to try it sometime. They have different properties, though you probably wouldn't care much for this one," he mused.
"And why's that?" she tried not to snap. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the impromptu lesson, but she didn't like his assumption that she wouldn't like something she'd never tried.
"Because it's warming," he answered simply. When she didn't seem to quite understand, he tossed her the vial. There were still a couple of drops lingering in the bottom. He watched with interest as she shook the remaining contents into her fingers.
Her reaction wasn't instantaneous because it took a few seconds for it to take effect, but she gasped at the feeling of the little droplets warming her skin. It wasn't enough to make her uncomfortable, but she could see how a lot of the stuff would. Out of curiosity, she opened her legs, spread her lips with her other hand, and carefully touched herself with her oil-slickened fingers. He made her gasp and shudder. "I dunno, a little doesn't seem so bad," she half-joked as she tried to catch her breath.
"Hey, now, you're getting distracted," he playfully scolded.
Myrkr looked up at her husband to see that he was now on his knees, leaning forward on one hand, and using his other to slide the slick phallus between his cheeks. She tried to apologize, but when she looked down a little further and saw his cock twitching in response, she lost her words.
"That's more like it," he said haughtily. Now that he had her full attention again, he positioned the head of the phallus at his opening, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as he relaxed enough to start pushing inside.
Myrkr watched in awe as he slowly pushed the length two thirds of the way into his body. He stopped there to catch his breath before pushing just a little further. On the peripheral of her vision, she noticed that when he started to turn in inside him, he started to claw at the sheets beneath him. Then, when he angled it just right, his toes curled and he let out a whimpering moan. Once he found the right spot, he started to slowly thrust in and out.
"You've done this before," she said quietly when he settled into a rhythm.
Loki grunted in agreement.
"With another person?" she blurted out.
He smirked. "Some of the times."
Myrkr felt her stomach flutter at the mental image of some other man bending over her husband and impaling him and having them both enjoy it.
"Don't tell me that when you were asking about me you only spoke with the women," he joked between panting breaths.
She laughed nervously. "The men were less willing to elaborate," she managed.
"I demanded a higher degree of discretion from them. It's good to know they took that seriously," he mused. It was getting harder for him to speak properly.
Myrkr let it go at that. Anything else they wanted to say could wait, and she felt obliged to watch him as closely as possible, so closely in fact that she didn't realize she'd started rubbing herself until she was on the verge of orgasm. It was almost too much to sit by and watch him pleasure himself. He wasn't even touching his cock anymore, concentrating solely on penetrating himself with the warm, oiled glass. His length hung down between his legs, hard and dripping and jerking with every hard thrust. His hips rolled back as he leaned down on elbow. He wanted to rest his shoulders against the soft mattress but he knew it would muffle the sounds he was making, sounds that he knew she greatly enjoyed.
As he got closer to his peak, his breath came in shallow pants periodically interrupted by tight moans. It had been a while since he'd gotten off like that, by penetration but leaving his cock untouched. He was tempted to reach down with his other hand and jerk himself off to finish, but he wanted her to see it unobstructed because the vision of her womanhood contracting around nothing while she humped the phallus resting on his pillows had turned him on so much. He knew it would take longer, but with how intensely she was staring at him, watching his every move, listening to every little sound, it was hardly a deterrent.
When he did finally climax, it was not at all what he expected. On the onset of orgasm, he instinctively screwed his eyes shut. He'd meant to try to watch her reaction, but he just couldn't manage it. This was why he didn't see her get up from his chair and why he hardly noticed the bed shift as she climbed up behind him. All he knew was the intense pleasure of his release as he pounded himself, probably a little harder than necessary in an effort to make up for not touching himself. Just as he started to spill himself onto their sheets, he felt something clamp onto his inner thigh. He was quickly distracted from that feeling by the deliciously searing heat caused by the oil in and around his backside. What started out as a deep groan of satisfaction turned into a choked out, gasping cry of pleasure.
As he came down from what was probably the most intense and confusing orgasm of his life, Loki slowly withdrew the phallus. He held onto it for a second before dropping it onto the bed and rolling down onto his side.
"Y-You lied," he panted, a stupid smile threatening to overtake his features.
"Sorry?" she said impishly as she licked the quickly forming bruise on his thigh. "You were too sexy. I couldn't help myself."
He just gave a tired laugh and pulled her up to kiss her. "It's still amazing to me that you could bite me so hard and it doesn't hurt in the slightest."
She smiled and kissed the bruise on his chest.
"What did you think of me?" he asked. He managed to hide most of his self-consciousness.
"I think you know a lot more about these things than I do," she said, not bothering to hide how self-conscious that made her.
"You've done quite a bit of reading. I've just got more experience," he dismissed. "I really do appreciate your willingness to indulge me in these matters. I know it makes you uncomfortable."
"It's uncomfortable because I don't feel like I know what I'm doing. Otherwise, it's pretty exciting," she confessed. To prove her point, she took his hand and put it between her legs.
He was amazed at how wet she was. "How did that oil feel?" he asked curiously.
"Like I said, a little was sort of nice. It was warm and tingly, though I can see how much more than that would be too much," she hedged.
She was about to say more, but he took the initiative at that point and pushed two fingers into her, making her moan and arch her back up off the bed. He wasted no time in rolling his fingers against her sweet spot, and when she started to buck against him, he firmly wrapped his left arm around her right leg, using that leverage to hold her to the mattress so that he could flick her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Myrkr came hard seconds later, her body curling up to him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as she nearly screamed before falling back to the bed breathless.
With a cocky smirk, he kissed her thigh and moved back up to cuddle her. Once she was asleep, he did as she had the night before last. It had taken him a little bit the following morning to realize that she had cleaned up a bit and put things away before really settling into bed. He felt a little bad that after all she'd done for him, she had to do that, so he felt obliged to do the same. He found that crawling back into bed with her after that was even more satisfying than drifting to sleep with her in the first place.
