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It was no lie how much your husband hated his Jötun or frost giant form. But you on the other hand loved it. A beautiful piece of art at your fingertips, one only you got the privilege of seeing. But of course, it did take Loki a lot of convincing. You had to push him every time for him to reveal the form to you, and sometimes your attempts remained unfruitful.
He simply couldn't understand what you truly saw in his monstrous form. But for you, however, it wasn't anything monstrous, and from time to time you continually explained that to him. Loki never understood, he kept seeing himself as the monster children feared at night. The eyes pure as blood and skin cold as ice, one that froze your very veins in place, searing through your soft flesh.
But his coldness never once harmed once you, if anything your soft (s/c) skin welcomed the tickling frozen depths of your husband's Jötun form, making you crave deeply for more.
The moment he revealed this form to you, he feared the worst. He didn't even blink, afraid that is all it would take for you to catch him off-guard; enough time for you to painfully slip away from his fingers. But you stayed... You stayed and marveled that the being before you, reaching forward to graze your fingertips against the markings of his frozen oceanic skin.
His usual deep seafoam eyes were replaced with a darker colour, rich rubies stared down at you in trickling fear. As your skin touched against his, Loki feared the worst, for the first time his life he didn't act fast, he didn't pull away, allowing your skin to land gently on his. He waited, ready to shed tears thinking you would freeze before him and he would forever remain in an abyss of solitude.
But as love would have it, being the powerful essence of life it was, you didn't freeze before him. You simply shivered in delight, you body awakening and your womanhood humming to life. And even as you tried explaining this to him time after time, he simply couldn't understand your fascination with his horrid and cursed form.
Tonight though, you're ready to prove your love to your husband, even to the form he hid so carefully, allowing no one to see.
You placed on your long gold earrings on as you checked your appearance one last on the mirror, that stood before you. The softest of green silks adorned your body, shaping your figure so delicately, yet tightly and fiercely too.
You smoothed outthe emerald dress, waves of silk flowed around your legs, its volume giving it an elegant look of beauty, but holding that ferocity at the same time. The dress lined up against your chest, pushing against your breasts, before it flowed down past your ankles.
The back would slide across the floors as youwalked.A dress' elegance is what mattered most, and itsunderlying sexiness, hence the material hugging yourbreasts enough to show a little bit of your cleavage, a teasing factor to have Loki craving to see the beautiful contours of your body. Adding to that factor youallowed it to be off-shoulder and to have a large slit running along the side.
It wasn't something you would normally wear, so only a secret for your husband's eyes to see.
The upper half of the dress was plain emerald greencompared to the lower half- the skirt of the dress. A soft fabric of the same shade ran down, with golden snowflake or spark patterns embedded into the shiny silk. The off-shoulder dress exposed you neck and shoulders boldly.
The sound of soft, yet firm footsteps is what pulled you away from further analysing your bold dress. You gasped, running to towards the end of your bed, before once again smoothing out the dress carefully, and sitting there in a position in what you hoped that looked sexy. In the back your head, you cursed yourself for this stupid idea, but at the same time you were wiling to go to the ends of the world to prove your love for Loki and the both forms of his.
The doors opened with the inconsistent murmurs of your husband. You cringed as you picked up the annoyance that laced his voice. You felt somewhat embarrassed as he failed to notice you and walked directly towards the dresser.
It was the clearing of you throat that sparked up his attention, "Every time he just-" Loki had cut himself off as his eyes landed on your figure. His eyes tracing every inch of your body, as if he was ready to create you from clay. Your body ignited with flames at the ferocity of his gaze. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watched Loki's eyes turned darker with need, a hungry need to devour you on the bed you both shared.
"Y/N," He spoke your name, his voice already hoarse with need as he approached you slowly like predator, "What are you wearing, my darling?" Loki questions as reaches you. His knees bend as he crouches in front of you, his hand shoot straight out to feel the soft skin of your thigh that was exposed, thanks to your long bold slit.
"It's for you..." You found yourself saying, a new found confidence lingering in your voice as you felt pride in seeing how much Loki had pretty much turned into a putty in your arms.
You smirked as his large hand drew higher, feeling as much skin as he possibly can, a low groan left his lips and it pleased you to no end. But you slowly slide your hand over his, ceasing his movements. He frowned, letting the emotion of his face speak for itself, "For your frost giant form," You smirked wider.
Loki blinked before, founding dumbfounded at you words, "What?" He voiced his thoughts.
"I want to prove the fact, I indeed do love yourJötun form, Loki. I want to make love to you while you're in it," You explained, your finger tracing his jawline softly.
He sighed, shaking his head, "You wouldn't like making love to a monster, darling."
You rolled your eyes, before cupping his face, "We always make love while you're in this form, Loki. Why should your other form be any different?" You questioned, your voice slightly raising as felt the annoyance kick in at his words.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed, "No."
"Fine," You snapped, "Then you're getting none of this tonight."
His face contorted into disbelief, before he closed his eyes and groaned. Pushing you down onto the soft mattress, he growled; his skin slowly changing, hues of blue decorating his skin, before it enveloped him in the strongest of blues you have ever seen. You smiled as brilliant rubies gazed down at you with such intensity.
You gasped softly, running your fingertips over the patterns that embraced his skin, "You're beautiful, Loki..." You whispered.
He paid no heed to your words and quickly dove down to place his lips against yours.
Kisses that were left unfinished and fast, with the tinkling cold sensation that awoke your body in pure delight. Your hands eagerly held onto his midnight locks, pulling at them with need as your lips meet with his for each kiss.
"Damn it," He cursed, his hand finding your breasts. You gasped, moaning softly under the intensity of his touches and kiss. Loki had taken the opportunity topush his tongue into your mouth. His coldness exploring your hot cavern.
Your mind drifted into a dizzied mess, as cold shivers licked across your body with trembling need.
Your senses numbed, only focusing on the need your core desired so purely. Loki hands worked their way down to the softness of your thighs again, your legs automatically parting for him to touch the soft flesh that lay hidden for him moments before.
Another low growl sounded from his lips that were brutalising yours with love, as his fingers touched the moisture that laid in between your legs, "You aren't wearing anything underneath this dress, are you, my dear?" He asked, well aware of the fact you weren't wearing any panties, or bra for that matter.
"No.." You quivered.
"Damn it, Y/N," Yet another few curses fell from Loki's lips, as his kisses found its way to you. Nibbling and biting onto very bit of soft skin your husband could possibly find.
You body trembled and moaned in need. His icy figure sending a chilling sensation that numbed, but awakened your senses at the same time.
Something in between a gasp and a moan escaped your left as Loki cupped your womanhood, feeling the moisture and softness against his rough palm.
"Loki," You bit your lip, sighting arching your back as coldness from his fingertips guided and tickled around your softest and most delicate of flesh. If anything the coldness should have shivered you away, but touch held certain sparks that licked across your skin sending your body to overdrive.
"Right here, my darling," He said, placing a soft kiss on the spot where your neck met your shoulder. His frozen hands removed themselves and quickly slide down your dress, revealing your breasts he craved so dearly to see and wrap his mouth around.
In an instant, Loki's mouth found the small bud at the peak of your breast, as the other hand immediately fiddled with the other one, giving it just as much attention as he licked, teased and nibbled with one peak.
Moan after moan shamelessly left your lips, encouraging Loki onto continue the pleasurable acts.
Your back arched, letting yourself into the cold cavern of his mouth. The frozen skin felt like icy waves of sea that filled your body with such desire.
Your hand immediately found the buttons of his shirts, and you frantically tried to pull each one out of its confinements.
A strong need broke out in you. You needed his cold skin against your burning one. It was like a battle of fire and ice, but one that brought an undeniable pleasure.
Loki chuckled at your unfruitful attempts in trying unbuttoning his shirt.
"Let me help, my love," He whispered, his voice low and voice, full of need, love and the some lust. His hand slide over your hands, helping you unbutton his shirt as his lips found yours again in a slow and passionate kiss that spoke his love thoroughly.
As each bottom make undone, the longer you held your breath.
The shirt was removed free off his shoulders, before he reached down and slide your beautiful silk dress over your body.
His eyes set on the glowing (s/c) skin of your body, "My beautiful, Y/N," He murmured, fazed by the beauty you held.
Your fingertips had long found the patterns on his skin again, tracing each into memory. So beautiful and exotic, only yours to touch, and cherish, "And my beautiful, frost giant," You giggled, pulling him into another kiss, as your hand worked on his pants.
He pulled away with a soft sigh, and placed a lingering kiss on your temple, a sign of love and protection so strong.
"Are you sure about this?" Your husband asked you tenderly, after discarding the rest of his clothes.
You smiled at the strong rubies that gazed upon you, and the richest of cold blue against your warm (s/c) skin, "More than sure, my love," You answered softly, cupping his face and gently caressing his cheeks.
Lining up against your entrance, his eyes met yours, even through these brilliant bright red rubies you could still see the love, adoration and concern this man held so dearly for you.
"You don't have to do this," He said, the blue starting fade in soft hues.
Your eyes widened and you reached forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, "No!" You pleaded, making him stop in place. The hues of blue stilled, no longer fading, but at the same time, not growing either.
The intensity of the rubies had died down, softly lurking behind the seafoam blues.
You sighed, your thumb softly caressing his skin, "I know, I don't. But I want to. I want to show you that, no matter what form you may be in. I'll still always love you the same. You're my husband and I love you... All of you," You whispered.
You cheekbones raised as your lips stretched back into smile in seeing the darker blue embrace his soft skin again. The coldness tickling against your fingertips, and your body became covered in such a familiar and needing sensation once again.
"I don't understand, why you love this cursed form so much," He sighed, but a loving smile had graced his lips.
"Because, dear husband," You teased, "To me, it isn't a cursed form, it's a beautiful form," You said, happy to meet him in the joining of you lips again; a kiss to prove the worth of your words.
You panted as you body trembled with need again, himself poking softly at your entrance, it sent shots of cold shiver against you spine, filling your body that burning with need.
You gasped, arching your back as his own body started playing yours like an instrument. You seemed so lost and overwhelmed, no longer being aware of your own actions.
Your hands worked like planned, and now, now there was simply only skin, deep breaths, and long kisses... ones that simply left the both of you craving for more, so much like now much your lungs craved for a fresh crisp of air, after drowning for so long.
Soon enough the tinkling coldness, and the numbness and the awakening only let Loki have control over your whole body, and with simply with no effort, just the touching of your burning soul against the cold daring crispness of his. It just left you whining for more and more.
When he had managed to pin your hands over your head, and just effortlessly keep them in place with one hand, you felt undeniably exposed to him, but at the same just you body simply arched in need, wanting more of the coldness he brought towards the fire that enveloped your body.
He had taken this change, to simply explore every inch of you, with his eyes, then hands and then his desirable lips. His cold lips extinguishing the rising flames within you as he left separate wet kisses on your lips, then to your neck, and then the valley of your breasts and finally your trembling stomach, just throughout every inch of skin he could possibly find.
Loki finally pulled you downwards, pushing your legs even further apart and closer between.
Your heart almost stopped as he left a few kisses on the softness of your thighs. He teased and played with you, very much like you had done with him, on wearing an incredibly revealing dress, only for his eyes to see.
"So bloody perfect!" You had hear him curse, as his thumb pressed against the entrance of your most intimate parts. It was the loss you breath and the coldness clashing against the hot fire that suddenly overtook you again, just like before when he ran a finger over you.
You cried out as he rubbed, teased and kissed. Loki had left you panting for more, whining for more, and craving for more. He knew your body, using every sweet spot he knew, that simply made you a moaning mess underneath him.
Oh God...
The pressure building up inside you core was mind-blowing, and staggering at the same time. You lost your senses and drowned in crispness and clashing of the ice against the fire. You breathes simply followed the rhythm of his hands and kisses. You felt your toes curl and your own moans and pleas muffling in your ears.
Your lips long parted, letting every sound of pleasure escape through them for him hear and engrave them onto his mind. And when his lips connected with the skin of your neck again, and his voice soon in your ears, you thought you had completely just fainted underneath him, "My sweet, open your legs for me..." He cooed into your ears, even though your legs had been long open for him to enter any second now.
You knew he was playing, teasing you to no end until completely turned into a putty in his hands too. You wanted to play, but you knew there was no point, because he was already there...already winning.
Loki leaned his forehead against your own, "I love you," He whispered, before meeting your lips again and pushing into your burning core.
You only remember breaking the kiss with moan as he entered, so deep inside you.
You were left breathless as you gazed into those brilliant, vibrant rubies, the flames within you embraced coldness he brought, clashing onto one another, but embracing each other that the same time. You left relief, nothing but relief as he filled you, whole. You had been burning for so long...
For the first time, you felt overtaken, simply panting and moaning for more. It had left the both of you wild and senseless.. and this is exactly what you wanted, what you both wanted.
Your mind was exhausted and your body overdriven, but even through all this, you still just wanted your husband. You wanted the pleasure, the ache and the coldness. You just wanted him the whole time. Just his weight on top of yours, his skin against yours and the touching of your souls.
With every second that had passed, you simply just wanted him, his lips on yours, his hands on your own and him buried deep inside you. You were just simply and utterly lost in him, your husband, your frost giant... your Loki...
His groans and pants filled your ears soon, clear and raw as he pushed himself in and out of you.
Loki's brilliant, rich rubies gazed upon you, your hair wild, your breathing heaving, body trembling, and moan after moan escaping your lips as you drowned in pleasure.
In that moment, you think he went mad, and just bucked his hips against yours, hard and long as he could, but at the sametime gentle, afraid he would break your fragile human body. But he simply let your have it... all of it.
You heart melted, even in the mist of pure pleasure, he still watched over you; protecting you to no end.
And his rhythm drew faster, pushing in and out of your tight womanhood, you knew, he wasn't just letting you have his Jötun form, but letting you own it too.
He let you own very inch of his being, allowing you to touch, please and embrace as you wish, to your own desire. And he let you own that moment were you body exploded into the tiniest of atoms as you both released at the same time, his coldness fully extinguishing flames that rose within you.
Loki panted, landing himself on top of yours, his lips grazing the softness of your neck. His arms wrapped tightly around your body and yours around his own.
"You have to admit, that was nothing like before..." You panted out, soothing a strand of his hair that fell out of place.
You grinned as you heard soft chuckles against your skin.
Lifting his face the crook of your neck, he smiled lovingly at you, "You truly love this form..." He spoke, softly.
"I do," You said as passionately as the day you married this god of mischief, "I really do. I love you, Loki, all of you," You whispered, cupping his face
"As I love all of you, my darling wife" He whispered, pulling you into his arms.
His heart swelling with pride and love, for you, and only for you. For you are the only one who saw beauty in the damned and the cursed.
He felt like a cursed beast for the longest time, but your kindness, compassion and love is what made him look past that; you made him watch himself through your eyes.
You were the beauty that tamed and loved the beast within him. And now he no longer felt like a beast, but like the true prince he was, your prince, as you were his princess.