A/N: I'm so so so so so sooooo excited for you all to read this chapter! It's midnight and I've been up and out working and hanging out and being stressed since 7 am so minimal editing, although I did quite a bit last night before I fell asleep! Well here goes!
Recap: I felt the bones in my hand crack as my fist connected with the side of Loki's face. The force of my punch knocked him backwards. When he regained his footing and looked at me, though, he smiled.
"So, I am correct."
Chapter 14: Uninhibited Passions
"It's fine," I said through gritted teeth, rummaging through my medical kit with one hand. Bandaids, ointments, and syringes spilled out, falling to the floor. "I just need to bandage it up, and it'll heal really fast on its own. Don't forget I an a demigoddess, you know." After my rage subsided and the red faded from my eyes, I began to fully feel the pain of the broken and dislocated bones in my hand that had resulted from my thoughtless action of punching Loki.
Loki sighed from his station laying on my bed, watching me struggle. "Ellisif, your stubborn nature does more harm to you than help. Simply allow me to heal your hand with my magic-"
"No!" I yelled spinning around to face him. "I don't want your help, and I don't need your help!" I meant for my words to hurt him, but he simply looked at me with an expression that resembled endearment.
"If that is what you wish…"
I finally found the bandages and began to haphazardly wrap my hand. I spoke to him without turning to face him. "Why are you here, anyway? I didn't need to you to escort me to my room, and I don't need your useless medical assistance, so just leave."
He was behind me in a second, hand grasping my upper arm, pulling me backwards towards him. My back slammed into his chest, the straps, and metal, and zippers of his armor pressed into my skin.
"Loki," I choked. I'd meant for my words to come out loudly, but instead they came out a feeble whisper, because his grip loosened and his hand slid down the bare skin of my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and a familiar sense of desire. His fingers entwined with mine. I jumped when a freezing cold sensation suddenly engulfed my hand, along with a minimal, but surprising, pain as all the bones jolted back into place. I yanked away from him.
"Why would you do that?" I demanded, pushing through the balcony doors to go outside. Anything I could do to get away from him. Unfortunately night and the dreaded feast were approaching quickly, I could tell by the darkening sky, much different from the sunsets on earth, but infinitely more beautiful.
Loki was being too kind, but the scariest part was that his kindness raised no red flags. It obviously wasn't to get me into bed, or to get money from me, or anything like that. For some reason the sincerity scared me.
He followed at my heels, "I did it, Ellisif, because that horrific bandaging attempt of yours would have done nothing but leave you with a heinous, mangled, useless hand," he replied, grasping my shoulder and turning me to face him. "A simple thank you would suffice."
I opened my mouth to give him a sardonic thank you, but stopped when I looked, actually looked, into his narrowed green eyes that revealed his words were more sincere than his tone let on. He'd really healed my hand out of concern for me, and I'd snapped at him. In that moment I grew a greater understanding for Loki, for the fact that many of the things he did were done sincerely, but his intentions were always interpreted incorrectly. My theory was that after a while he'd followed that self-fulfilling prophecy. If everyone expected him to be evil, he may as well do it.
But now he was taking small steps away from that flawed logic. Escorting me to my room, healing my hand, even not gloating too much showed his regard for my feelings. And if he had regard for mine-an abominable half breed with a bad attitude-maybe he could develop regard for humans and earth as well.
Before I could change my mind, I reached up, and placed my newly healed hand on the back of his neck, gently pulling his head down to mine til our noses touched.
"Thank you," I whispered, closing my eyes, and pressing my lips to his. He stiffened, but only momentarily, until he pulled my body to his as if our lives depended on it. The kiss deepened infinitely, and his hands grasped at my hips feverishly, exploring them, memorizing their curve, resting on the small of my back, then slowly drifting lower. I gasped when his hands reached their destination and gently squeezed.
Never breaking the kiss, he pulled me back into my chambers, and I closed the balcony doors behind us. Loki placed a hand on either side of my face and pulled us apart, staring down at me with indecipherable eyes.
"What?" I breathed.
"Never have I beheld such striking beauty," he whispered. His gaze burned a hole into my very existence. "Such flawless skin, such exotic features, you practically glow with the fire that burns within your veins…"
Each word made my heart beat faster, my blood flow quicker. My cheeks burned at the way he looked down at me with such adoration, a look I'd never recieved in my life. With a mind if their own, my hands blindly worked at his clothing, unbuckling and untying as he spoke.
"When I first laid eyes upon you, I could not help but be struck by your hair. Hair as wild and unruly as your insufferable personality."
I paused to shoot him an exasperated glare. "Must you constantly throw shade? Even when complimenting me?"
He only smiled in return, before his face became thoughtful, "You feel it as well, do you not?" he asked suddenly. I distantly knew what he meant as soon as the words fell from his lips but asked to make sure, pausing my frustrating task of undressing him.
"Feel what?"
"That sensation...when our skins touch."
I kissed the tip of his nose. "Of course I do...it's electrifying." I huffed, "Take your ancient, archaic shit off."
He actually chuckled at me, and I realized how rare it was to hear him laugh with actual humor. Without spite or smug satisfaction. Just lighthearted humor. Obliging me, and showing off slightly, he dissipated his clothes in a light sparkle of gold to reveal his natural glory. His body was lean muscle. It had been expected, but I still parted my lips in a gasp when I actually saw it. I'd imagined it plenty when I'd slap him on the arm, or smack his hard chest while he wore mortal clothes, but the sight was so much more rewarding.
Slowly, sensually, he slid my jacket off my shoulders, and it landed in a pool at my feet. Next he inched my dress up slowly, his fingertips brushing the bare skin of my thighs, my hips, my waist. However, his curiosity of the electricity we always felt still remained, as he lifted the dress from my body and tossed it aside,
His eyes wandered over my body, now donning a red lacy bra and matching underwear as he spoke, "I like to think it is simply your command of fire colliding with my..."
"Your icy Jotun nature?" I finished, then added when he raised an eyebrow. "I read your SHIELD file, it's all in there…so I guess it's like we're opposites yet still destined to hook up, you feel me?"
He furrowed his brow, and pulled back to stare at my face. "I have heard that term before on the useless television programs mortals watch. Such as the show where mortal women reside in a house together and engage in hand to hand combat for the most infinitesimal reasons. Some would bring men home for the night, then never speak to them again." he explained. I stifled a laugh. Bad Girls Club. Loki had watched Bad Girls Club. I always knew he'd paid more attention to the shows he watched than he wanted to let on. Maybe he even enjoyed them. "Is that a 'hookup?' Does that not entail a temporary relation?"
The innocent and almost hurt curiosity in his tone tugged at heart strings I'd thought long broken. "I mean, it does in a sense-" I said slowly, not quite sure where to take the conversation.
Luckily, he cut me off before I had to decide, "I do not want only temporary relations with you, Ellisif." He pulled me towards him, tossing me onto the bed and getting on top of me in one fluid motion. His hands tore at my lingerie, ripping my bra off and wrenching my panties down my legs. A gesture I found to be incredibly sexy. "You think I only wish to possess you as an object, a trophy, but you are wrong. I wish for so much more than that, if only you would allow it." He brought his hand up cup my breast, caressing it gently, making concentration extremely difficult. He kissed the other one, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin.
My response almost came out as a moan, "Really?" I asked, finding it hard to believe him. He'd never lied to me in the time we'd known each other, but could I really put that past the man who'd tried to enslave earth? In my first years on the planet, men had found it easy to tell me lies like this. Saying they wanted more than a one night stand, more than just "temporary relations," and found it easy to disappear the next morning, or quickly distance themselves after a week or so. If a good number of shallow mortal men could lie to me, how could I know Loki, the fucking god of mischief and lies, wasn't doing the same.
As if he could read my mind, he leaned in to kiss me before saying in a low voice, "I mean it. And I will prove it" He brought his other hand up to brush his fingertips along my collarbone. I pushed the doubts from my head, forced myself to focus on the icy trail of his fingers along my skin, on the cool sensation his body emitted, on the wave of pleasure that flowed through my body as he slowly pushed inside me, never breaking eye contact. His green orbs darkened with pleasure, and he threw his head back with a stifled groan. As we both a took a moment to adjust to this new feeling of him being inside me-of the spark that ignited for both of us.
Neither of us were prepared for the electrifying pleasure as he began to pump his hips, slow at first, then gradually increasing speed. The prickly, pleasurably stinging sensation I'd always felt when our hands brushed, or our lips touched, engulfed my entire body. my vision blurred, and I closed my eyes, wrapping my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back as I held him as close as possible.
He brought his face down and nuzzled my neck. His rhythmic moans and grunts amplified by his close proximity to my ear.
Loki pumped his hips furiously now, and although it felt phenomenal, a small part of me was concerned as I squirmed beneath him, almost unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure. Both physical and emotional. I had feelings for Loki. Deep feelings. Feelings that had begun the day I saw him in SHIELD, his arms folded, back stiff, face stoic, eyes cunning. But his eyes no looked at me softly, vulnerably.
Suddenly he pulled back, pressing his nose against mine, his brow creased, eyes filled with an indecipherable look. He slowed down as he spoke, his breathing labored. "You're mine," he growled in a low voice. Sweat beaded at his forehead.
I shook my head not confident in my ability to speak. But no wasn't the answer he'd accept. Not this time. He began to slam into me, with his entire length, hitting a spot that sent bursts of tingles through my core, and up my spine. To my own surprise, I felt myself reaching my peak. With immaculate timing he reached down and massaged the button I pleasure between my legs. As soon as his icy fingertips made contact the orgasm surged through me. I arched my back, and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around me, hugging me tightly as the waves rolled through me. Kissing my shoulder tenderly, trailing his fingertips up and down my back.
"Will you still refuse me?" he said through deep breaths after a few moments, pulling out and rolling off me. he laid on his back and stared at the ceiling.
"You didn't fin-"
"Pleasing you is my only priority, Ellisif," he interrupted. I almost argued, but he looked satisfied in his own way. His face flushed slightly, his toned chest heaved with heavy breaths, and he looked up at the ceiling as if he'd accomplished something magnificent.
I turned onto my side and draped my arm over his stomach which was covered in a light sheen of sweat. "I like this Nice Loki. Asgard has you feeling pretty generous, huh?"
"Far from it," he said with a wry smile. "It is you that has me feeling generous, and I will never understand why. You are the most aggravating woman I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. Volatile, crass, and foolish. Yet beautiful. So beautiful, so caring, full of humor and light," he said frowning, but turned his head to kiss me on the forehead. "Either way, without the insufferable Nick Fury endlessly surveying me, I do not need to feign hatred."
I rolled my eyes with a huff. "Feign? I don't doubt some of it was real."
"At first, it was, yes," he said, then smirked, "And at times it still is-" I slapped him on the chest so hard it produced a loud smacking noise. "But you seek to change the subject," he backtracked, propping himself up on his elbow, his gaze boring into mine, eyes narrowed, his tone a fine line between demanding and desperate, "Are you mine? No one else's but mine. Be with me. Me and only me."
The answer jumped from my lips before I could stop myself, before I could take a second to question the decision. "Yes. I'm yours."
A/N: That scene was so hard to write, because it was my first attempt at smut, and I kind of shied away from being obvious about it, but the more I wrote the more confident I felt about it, so it should get better and better as I progress! Which is the reason I'm writing this fic anyway! To become better and better and try new things with my writing, so thank you all who are following me through this journey and leaving feedback! I love you all!