Bet y'all've been wondering where the fuck I've been, huh? Well I've been writing this storm of filthy smut and it's taken a long ass time because 1) it's a long ass chapter and 2) SMUT IS HARD TO WRITE. I hope you all enjoy it ;)
This is like 25 percent build up and 75 percent porn just so you all know xD
This is a heavily explicit chapter, please be warned.
Hydrangeas Say Our Family Will Flourish
Chapter Fifty-Two: Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice
The night sky was alight with tones of greens, blues and purples, making it look like giant, shining crystals above. Every now and then, Amelia caught sight of it through the trees as she and her husband walked a dimly lit trail, making their way through a valley and up a mountain path. The scenery was dazzling, and Amelia understood now why Loki had insisted on the two of them travelling to Vanaheim for their sixth wedding anniversary.
They were on their way to a sort of resort getaway that Loki had heard of during his youth, but had never stayed there himself in all his many years. When Loki had posed the idea of staying at this resort for their wedding anniversary, Amelia hadn't known what to think at first; she'd had no clue what Vanaheim was like, nor did she know whether the realm's idea of a romantic getaway differed from her own, but the moment they touched down from the Bifrost in the base of the valley and were greeted with a sight more beautiful than any she had seen on Earth, Amelia knew this was going to be a magnificent weekend.
She had had doubts, of course, leaving the children in Asgard with Uncle Thor and Aunt Inga, not because she didn't trust them, but because the fears in her mind as a result of everything they'd been through were still very much present, and nagged at her every moment they were away from the kids.
"What if something happens?" Amelia murmured nervously for the third time since beginning their trek up the mountainside towards the resort, "Inga's five and a half months pregnant, I'm just saying, it would be an awful time for someone to decide to do something bad…"
Loki stopped walking and swung around, taking his wife's hands in his own to give her a firm, grounding look. "Love, stop worrying. The children will be fine. Inga will be fine. Thor will be fine. They're safe in Asgard now, you know this." His words were resolute but also gentle, because he couldn't blame his wife for having fears and reservations after everything they'd been through.
Amelia's lips twitched as several thoughts and questions flooded her mind, but she hesitated on speaking, knowing she was acting like a broken record with how often she kept repeating the same anxious notions. "I'm sorry, I'm just… I miss them already," she smiled sheepishly, and Loki returned it with an amused smirk.
"It's only been a few hours since we said goodbye to the kids for the weekend. We're only going to be here for two and a half days, and then we'll be with them again, alright?" Loki assured, "I bet they won't even miss us, they'll probably be too busy listening to Thor's tales about our youth that they'll hardly even remember we're gone."
Amelia sighed, letting out a warm breath, and then nodded her head, her hands slipping from Loki's to continue on the trail, "You're right. Gods help me when they go to college."
Loki tilted his head as he watched his wife continue onwards, an odd look passing over his face at Amelia's remark, "Hm? What do you mean?" He followed after her, taking her hand again as he fell instep beside her.
Amelia shrugged, "Well, when they go to college they'll probably be away from home a lot, if they stay on a campus or get their own place, you know? I'll certainly miss them then."
Loki frowned, "Why would they… what makes you think…" he trailed off briefly, "I mean, they might pursue a higher education in Asgard rather than anywhere else. In which case, we would see them a lot. They might not even go to college. And if they do go to a midgardian college, they can still live at home."
It was Amelia's turn to stop mid-walk and turn to her lover with an almost amused expression, "Darling… they're only five and a half years old, I don't think we need to be worrying about that conversation until they're much older." It was sweet, seeing Loki suddenly perturbed by the thought of the children moving out of Avengers Tower upon reaching the age of a college student; it was as if he had never considered the possibility of them leaving for such a thing, but then Amelia supposed she couldn't blame him since he and Thor had lived with their parents their whole life before their deaths.
Loki looked thoughtful for a moment, "Right… but five and a half years went by in a flash."
It felt like only yesterday the kids were born, despite how much they had gone through in their so-far short lives. It was somewhat alarming how quickly it had all gone by.
"Hey," Amelia murmured, "they're gonna be with us for a long time. We might even get sick of them before they ultimately move out," she added as a joke, to which Loki rolled his eyes and snorted.
"Come on, we should keep moving. We don't want to be late checking into our room," Loki spoke, holding out his arm for Amelia to take, which she did.
The path up the mountain was gradual enough that the walk didn't feel like a difficult hike, but the terrain, well-paved as it was, could get a bit rough at points, and Loki didn't want his wife to fall over on the way there.
"If you're struggling, I don't mind carrying you," Loki pointed out as Amelia let out a slight huff, indicating the ascent was starting to become somewhat bothersome for her to endure, but stubborn as his wife was, she shook her head and declared she could climb the whole mountain with ease. Loki wasn't sure how reliable her proclamation was.
But then, another hour into the walk, when they were perhaps eighty percent of the way there, Amelia let out a grumble, "Why did we have to drop down so far away from the resort, babe?"
Loki chuckled, "I thought you might appreciate the sightseeing on the way there, it's a beautiful place. Like I said, I can carry you," he held out his arms in offering and Amelia seemed to ponder it for a moment before shaking her head.
"No, I can do it. It's not that much longer, right?"
"No more than twenty minutes, my love."
"Twenty minutes. Right, I can do that. I can do it, I'll just need to sit down and eat something when I get there."
Approximately thirty-eight minutes later, they arrived at the entrance to the resort they would be staying at, with Amelia giving her husband a narrow-eyed look as she huffed and puffed outside of the building.
"Twenty minutes, huh?" Amelia murmured.
"Sorry, love, I wasn't accounting for your pace," Loki shot back, wagging his eyebrows playfully, "besides, you can't be mad at me, because I did offer to carry you."
Amelia mocked him under her breath and ran her fingers through her hair, "Well, as soon as we finish dinner, I need a bath for sure. I'm all sweaty after climbing a literal mountain."
Loki smirked and motioned for Amelia to walk in ahead of him through the arch entrance that led into the cabin-like interior of the resort. It was an unusual mesh of different styles, somehow encapsulating the grandness of Asgard, the modernness of Midgard and a sprinkling of remote wilderness.
There were people of all shapes, sizes and colours about, prompting Amelia to remember that non-human guests from all realms liked to go on exotic holidays as well; she forced herself not to stare given that it was a rather rude thing to do, and allowed Loki to lead her through to the presumed check-in desk.
Loki spoke to the receptionist and was handed a room key after confirming their booking; it didn't take long before everything was in order and Loki was ushering Amelia towards the bar and restaurant area down a corridor.
"We'll order food and drinks to be brought up to our room and then head up. How does that sound?" Loki suggested.
"Sounds good. I'm hungry."
"I know you are," Loki chuckled before pointing Amelia towards the bar, "here, you order some drinks and I'll order food from the restaurant. Our room number is two-two-seven, they'll put the expenses on a tab. What do you have in mind to eat?"
Amelia gulped, slightly nervous to order drinks in a realm she knew very little about, and then gave her husband a sceptical look, "I don't know anything about the food here, Loki."
"Right, I'll order something I'll think you'll like then," Loki responded amusedly, "see you in a minute. Oh, and make sure you tell the barmaid you're Midgardian so she can dilute the alcohol content."
Before Amelia could say 'Loki, wait,' he had already wandered into the restaurant section of the hall, weaving around the tables where alien guests were dining at, which left Amelia unaccompanied as she meandered towards where the barmaid was serving drinks. Her eyes skimmed the boards across the back wall that listed the names of the drinks they sold, but Amelia didn't know what any of them were, so she found herself in the midst of a conundrum. Why in the world did Loki ask her to order?
The barmaid finished serving somebody else and then turned her gaze on Amelia. She had tan skin, pretty purple eyes, and long dark hair, and she had an expectant, but not unkind look, on her face. "Hello miss, what can I get for you?"
Her accent was unusual but she surprisingly spoke English. Amelia didn't understand how English was such a widely universal, multi-realm language, but she wasn't complaining and wasn't about to question it; she forced a smile on her face as she responded.
"Hi, yes, I'm um, looking to order some drinks for mine and my husband's room," Amelia began, "we're room two-two-seven, he said the price would be put on the tab?"
"Yes ma'am," the barmaid affirmed, writing down the room number, "that's fine. What did you wish to order?"
"Well, that's the thing," Amelia murmured, "I'm not familiar with any of these drinks… I'm looking for something maybe fruity, not overly strong… my husband and I are here celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary so I don't really want to get completely drunk," she finished with a slightly nervous giggle.
The barmaid's face changed slightly and she lifted an eyebrow, her gaze flitting quickly over Amelia in which she couldn't decipher the meaning behind. "I see," the barmaid said, a strangely playful lilt to her tone as she smirked coyly, "I believe I have something that meets those requirements. How about one of our most popular cocktails… Night of Passion?"
The barmaid wiggled her eyebrows in a way that Amelia interpreted as being impish over the meaning behind the drink's name, which prompted Amelia to chuckle. Night of Passion certainly sounded interesting, did it perhaps taste like passionfruit? Amelia was a fan of passionfruit, and if the barmaid was suggesting it as a cocktail that would fit the requirements she had listed then she figured it would suffice.
"Sounds good to me. We'll have two of those sent up to our room then, please."
The barmaid seemed unusually excited that Amelia had agreed to order them. Although it was weird, Amelia assumed it must have been because the drink was fun to make. She watched the woman begin to gather up decanters, jars and other ingredients before remembering what Loki had told her to pass along, "Oh, my husband told me to tell you I'm Midgardian, because you need to dilute the cocktail," Amelia gave a nervous titter, slightly embarrassed that her drink had to be modified, but the alternative would have been much worse.
"Ah, of course. I will take that into consideration," the barmaid winked, turned to her workstation, and then paused, looking back over her shoulder, "your husband - is he Midgardian also?"
"Hm? Oh, no, he's Asgardian," Amelia pointed out. Loki certainly didn't want his drink to be diluted, that was for sure.
The barmaid nodded, giving Amelia a big smile, "Okay dear, you can go ahead up to your room! I'll have the drinks sent up soon!" Another wink accompanied her unusually large grin, and Amelia was starting to get just a little confused.
She brushed it off, figuring the barmaid was just an eccentric woman, and murmured her thanks before heading off to find her husband. Amelia spotted him across the room where he was just finishing ordering their meals and quickly headed over to him; she threw a curious glance over her shoulder at the barmaid who was getting into the task of creating their cocktails and noticed her pick up a fine decanter with a bright pink liquid inside and a dropper attached to the plug that sealed it.
In one drink, she added one measly drop of pink liquid, and in the other drink she added ten drops, before putting it away. Amelia blinked, puzzled, and then yelped as she walked head first into someone. Spinning around, she realised thankfully that it was Loki.
Loki lifted an eyebrow, "Alright?"
Amelia cleared her throat, "Yep! Yes, I'm fine. I take it you found something to order?"
Loki nodded his head, "Indeed. Let's go up to our room, we have a little time before dinner is served."
The hotel room Amelia and Loki were blessed with was gorgeous and luxurious, the finest money could buy, and Amelia spent the first few minutes exploring the room with wonder and awe. There was a mostly open floor plan, of a couple of recliners, a bookshelf filled with books and tomes of Vanaheim, a dining and kitchen area, and a huge very comfortable looking bed that Amelia couldn't help but dive onto and lie there completely spread out, delighting in the amount of space.
Loki managed to unpack a few things in the time it took Amelia to flit about the place with building curiosity, and the latter just about squealed in delight when she found the bathroom.
"This bath is huge! I can't wait to jump in after dinner; and look at this view!" Amelia called out from the bathroom, drawing Loki away from the bags that had been brought up by the hotel staff before they'd ordered their meals. He stepped through the open door, beckoned by his wife's delightful noises, and admired the large bathroom, eyeing up the circular tub built into the ground. It was like a large hot tub, it could probably have fit at least eight to ten people at a squeeze, so there was plenty of room for himself and Amelia to splash about.
"Wonderful," Loki remarked, approaching the floor-to-ceiling window across one wall - the one Amelia was in the process of gawking out of. The hotel overlooked the valley below, which at present time was lit by the luminescence of the silver moonlight; surely it would look even grander a sight in the morning when the sun was shining down upon it.
"You were right, this place is so beautiful," Amelia sighed, "thank you for taking me here, love… even if we had to hike up a mountain path to get here."
"Mmm, less of a mountain and more of a tall hill," Loki corrected, wrapping his arms around Amelia from behind.
"Don't snuggle me, I'm all sweaty from the hike up here, I probably stink," Amelia whined, though she didn't lean away from the embrace. Loki laughed at her declaration.
"I smell only vanilla, darling."
"Well that's sweet of you to say, but I highly doubt it," Amelia retorted with a smirk, "we're having a bath after dinner, right? Please? I want to have a bath in the big tub."
"If you wish, Amelia. I've never known you to get so excited about a bathtub. The tub in Asgard is about as big as this one."
"Yes, but it's not built into the ground, so it's different. And, it doesn't have an utterly gorgeous view like this," she motioned a hand towards the valley before them.
"Hm. Would you like me to order the architects back home to knock down one of our bathroom walls?" Loki joked, causing Amelia to roll her eyes.
"I should think the draught would dissuade me from bathing," she pointed out.
"Well, then you'd really stink."
Amelia snorted and opened her mouth to speak another comeback when there was a firm knock at the door of their hotel room. Loki released her, "Ah, that'll be our meals."
After Loki answered the door, a female member of the hotel staff brought the meals in on a wheeled cart; she brought the dishes to the table, instructing Loki and Amelia to sit while she served them, which they did, and their food was placed before them, smelling delicious to Amelia and her empty belly. The cocktail drinks were placed on the table too, they were surprisingly bigger than Amelia had expected them to be; tall fancy glasses holding a type of alcoholic beverage that grew in a dazzling gradient from pink at the bottom to yellow at the top. It was certainly a very pretty drink. Along with that, a large pitcher of water and two smaller glasses were placed at the centre of the table.
"Anything else I can get for the two of you tonight?" The maid asked, once again holding a somewhat coy look in her eyes just like the barmaid had.
Loki's eyebrow lifted, "That'll be all, thank you."
"Very well," the maid gave a slight bow, "if you need anything, we're happy to serve." She left the room with a wink, closing the door behind her as she left.
"Why does everyone keep winking at us?" Amelia asked with a slight colourful tinge to her cheeks.
"Perhaps they think you're beautiful," Loki suggested, picking up his knife and fork so he could dig into his meal.
Amelia smiled, shaking her head, "What did you order for us to eat?" She inspected her dish closely, spying what looked like noodles, some type of sauce, and pieces of meat. "It kinda looks like… pasta?"
"That's because it is pasta."
Amelia's eyes shot open, "They have spaghetti in Vanaheim?"
"Essentially. The Vanir equivalent, at least," Loki stated.
"The Italians are gonna be mad that someone stole their recipe," Amelia joked, picking up her fork to take a bite of her pasta-equivalent. While it didn't taste exactly like pasta, it still tasted great, and it was a bunch of textures she was used to, so she ate the dish up gleefully, happy to finally have something in her belly after the long walk it had taken to get there.
"What drinks did you get us?" Loki inquired, lifting up his glass to examine the pretty cocktail with one cocked eyebrow.
"Oh, it was… um," Amelia blinked, having forgotten what the barmaid had called it, "it's some… passionfruit cocktail, I think?"
Loki's eyebrows rose as if in approval, and then he took a sip, swallowing it before licking his lips, "Hmm…"
"Hm?"
"It's not passionfruit flavoured," Loki snorted, "But it does taste good, whatever it is."
"Oh," Amelia blinked. She must have made an assumption somewhere along the line, "Whoops."
"No matter. It's good." Loki repeated, taking a larger sip.
Amelia took a sip of her own cocktail, letting the sweet taste sit on her tongue for a moment before swallowing it down; it was oddly fruity, but she couldn't pin-point a specific taste at all, probably because Vanaheim didn't have the exact same fruits that Midgard did. In retrospect, it was silly that she'd even thought the drink would be passionfruit flavour to begin with.
It was good, though. Loki hadn't been lying. Amelia licked her lips, savouring the taste; she could definitely see herself ordering more of them, but it was probably a good idea to see how tipsy she got from just one before making the mistake of inadvertently going overboard.
"So, what do you think of the place thus far?" Loki asked as he began digging into his meal.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend getaway," Amelia answered, peering up at her husband from beneath fluttering eyelashes, a definite underlying meaning to her words that did not escape Loki. He returned the look with a smirk.
Of course, they didn't come here to sight-see the whole time. Having five and a half year old children generally meant you didn't get a lot of time to yourself, and they were going to make the most of it.
"Oh? Where would you like to enjoy yourself first?"
Amelia's tongue danced along the rim of her cocktail glass after taking another sip, "Hmm, I think I'd like to enjoy myself in bed, probably in the bath, in the recliners… on every surface in the room," she peered upward in thought, "...against the wall?"
"Well," Loki took a breath, "that's an awful lot of places to enjoy yourself in."
"Think you can keep up?" Amelia teased, throwing in a wink as her husband laughed.
"Can you keep up?" asked Loki.
"I guess we'll see," Amelia responded with a kittenish shrug.
Amelia took another few enthusiastic mouthfuls of her meal, humming in delight at the pleasant tastes in her mouth, prompting Loki to scoff and mutter around his own mouthful of food, "Slow down, you're gonna choke."
A flicker of indignation passed over Amelia's face at her husband's words that were usually aimed at Aster and Kari, not her - a fully grown woman. It made her want to retort in much the same way, "Well don't speak with your mouth full."
Loki rolled his eyes and continued to eat, obviously enjoying his own meal just as much as Amelia was enjoying hers. It wasn't often she saw Loki looking quite so captivated with the taste of a dish that wasn't cooked by her; she wondered if he liked it more than he liked her home-cooked meals. It was unlikely given how much he was always praising her skills in the kitchen, but still.
She was distracted from her thoughts by Loki's foot rubbing against hers below the table and lifted an eyebrow, peering over at her husband with a look of surprise. Loki had never played footsie with her under the table before, which made Amelia think it was probably just an accidental brush of his foot, but then he did it again, curling his toes against the upper side of her foot.
Loki ran a hand through his long hair, cleared his throat and then grabbed his cocktail, taking three large gulps of it, totally unaware that he was being scrutinised by his wife. Perhaps even totally unaware that he was nudging her foot repeatedly below the table in a playful way.
"You okay?" Amelia asked in amusement.
"Hm?" Loki's brow furrowed as he glanced up, "Yeah, fine. Why?" His hand reached across the table and rested on Amelia's lovingly, his thumb gently stroking her skin.
Amelia smiled. Maybe she was just getting suspicious for no reason whatsoever; maybe Loki was feeling a bit extra touchy-feely given the fact it was their wedding anniversary and he had his mind on certain activities that would soon be approaching.
"Nothing," she answered with a shake of her head. "You've almost finished your cocktail," Amelia pointed out, "do you want to order another one?" He really had consumed that drink much too fast, she herself was only halfway finished with hers.
"Mm? No, I'm fine for the moment," Loki answered, and with that he knocked back the remainder of his drink. As he placed his empty glass on the table, he subtly pulled at the collar of his shirt before unbuttoning the top button; his brow furrowed and Amelia thought about asking him if something was up, but he'd already said he was fine so she refrained from posing the question yet again.
"So… what were you doing the last time you were here in Vanaheim?" Amelia asked conversationally.
Loki blinked a few times fast as if he'd been pulled from his inner train of thought, "Oh, I was on a diplomatic mission with Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three. We passed this resort and I couldn't help but note how beautiful the surrounding area was," he trailed off, eyes falling to the cleavage of Amelia's blouse in a way that was far from furtive.
"Oh yes?" Amelia spoke, waiting for him to continue on while her lips curled in an amused smile.
Loki didn't speak on, however. He maintained his ogling, mouth hanging open slightly with glistening lips, and Amelia could see even in the dim light of the room the way his pupils expanded.
"Something else on your mind?" Amelia giggled.
Her husband licked his lips, his eyes flitting up to her face suddenly with an expression that looked vaguely guilty that he'd been caught eyeing her chest, and Loki stumbled over his words as he rushed to inquire, "Huh? I, uh, what was it you said?"
"Okay, you're acting really strange," Amelia finally addressed Loki's odd mannerisms, "what's going on?" She laughed while she spoke, figuring there had to be some reason for Loki's flagrant stares. "I know I'm gorgeous, but you're usually a bit more reserved and subtle," she teased.
Loki shook his head, lips parting in surprise, and then pressed the back of his hand to his cheek before remarking, "I'm… really hot."
Amelia blinked.
She assumed he meant temperature-wise and that he wasn't just casually stating that he was wildly attractive, regardless of how true it was. "You're hot?"
"Mm."
"That's… pretty atypical for you," Amelia said slowly, a sliver of concern breaching her tone.
"...Yeah," was Loki's absent-minded response.
Amelia frowned, leaning over the table to better inspect Loki's face; of course he used the opportunity to stare right down the front of her blouse again, utterly shameless. Amelia noticed that his cheeks were a lot pinker than was considered normal for him.
"Are you feeling well? Babe, do you have a fever?" Amelia reached up and mimicked her husband's action by pressing the back of her hand to Loki's heated skin. "Oh wow, you are hot," Amelia noted, "please tell me you don't have Sorcerer's Sickness again? This would be the worst time for it."
Loki gave a rather violent shiver, wracking his frame, and pressed her hand harder against his face, "I'm not sick." He turned his face inwards and grazed his lips across her palm. "I just… I'm…"
Amelia watched as her husband let out a hot breath and made a soft noise not dissimilar to a groan. He shook his head again and leaned back in his chair, lifting his gaze to the ceiling as another distressed murmur escaped him, "I… think there might have been something in my drink."
"What?" Amelia gasped, looking over her shoulder at Loki's empty cup, "You've been poisoned?"
Loki swallowed tightly and opened his mouth to respond, but Amelia cut him off with another question.
"Are you in pain!?"
"Amelia, I-"
"Do I need to go get someone?" Amelia asked frantically.
"No, it's-"
"Who would poison you? Are you going to be okay?"
"Amelia, please-"
"What do I do, Loki?"
Loki grabbed her suddenly, pulling Amelia forward into his lap, before crushing his mouth against hers. His tongue brushed across her lips, and Amelia didn't react for a full five seconds while her husband cupped her face and kissed her eagerly and tenderly, until she felt the very prominent hardness in his pants that nudged against her thigh.
Amelia pulled away, leaning back to stare wide-eyed at her husband, but Loki chased her, leaning forward to pepper kisses across her jaw and down her neck where he got a little enthusiastic and started sucking.
"Loki."
Loki grunted inquisitively, not pausing his ministrations for even a moment, nor did he sound too concerned with acknowledging the stern mention of his name. It wasn't until Amelia physically pushed him back with her hands on his shoulders that he locked eyes with her, looking a little agitated that he was being kept from nibbling her neck.
His eyes were dark with arousal and he arched his hips against Amelia's body, desperate for a little friction.
"Loki."
"What?" Loki practically snapped, mouth slack. There was a thin layer of perspiration over his forehead, further highlighting how abnormally heated his body was.
"Loki, I'm really confused and worried so cut the attitude and answer my question. Do I need to be concerned right now?"
Loki exhaled, trying and failing to be subtle with the roll of his eyes, then shook his head 'no'.
"Okay, well can you tell me what is happening then? You said you thought something was in your drink. Elaborate," Amelia demanded, not allowing herself to be distracted by Loki's sudden state of arousal that seemed to be triggered by nothing at all. Had he just been thinking about sex the whole time they were eating dinner and worked himself into a horny stupor?
Loki grunted, reaching down with one hand to squeeze his erection through the material of his trousers, "What drink did you order us?" He asked, hissing through his teeth.
"I don't remember, why?" Amelia's eyes fell to observe the action, her breath hitching in her throat at the magnificent sight her husband made when he was seemingly so needy for touch; she had to admit despite the confusing circumstances, he looked utterly delectable and seeing him act that way was sending pleasing shivers up her spine.
"There's a particular plant that grows native exclusively to Vanaheim, in this specific area, that has a rather… interesting effect on those who digest its petals," Loki began, now panting as he massaged himself, "it's called the Coral Passionflower, I recall hearing that it makes a very desirable cocktail, and it's…"
Amelia tore her eyes away from Loki's crotch when he trailed off to stifle a moan, suddenly aware of the saliva that had pooled in her mouth, and gave an urgent hum to prompt him to continue, "It what? What does it do?"
Loki opened his eyes, forgetting when they'd even slid shut, and looked up at Amelia with an expression of disbelief, like she was supposed to know exact properties of a flower she had never studied in a realm she had never visited.
And then, without much fanfare, he calmly stated, "It's a potent aphrodisiac."
Amelia's jaw dropped, "Oh."
"Oh," Loki mocked. He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his trousers and encircled his length, tilting his head back as he palmed himself with enthusiasm. "And how do you feel?"
"What?" Amelia murmured.
"You drank the same cocktail I did."
Amelia's eyes widened and she peered over her shoulder at her drink which was just under halfway full; then she realised that she also felt a little hot, and her body seemed to thrum with a vague, underlying pleasure that made her subconsciously squeeze her thighs together on either side of Loki's legs.
"I… I mean, I feel… kinda nice, I guess," Amelia stammered dumbly. While she felt a pleasant and occasional throb between her legs, she definitely wasn't leant back in her chair with her legs spread and her hand down her pants, hopelessly rubbing herself. "I know I've only drank half of mine, but… I feel like our states are not comparable right now." Loki indeed seemed way more affected than she did.
"Well obviously you were given a human's dose. A Jotun's dose would probably be a bit more, but my body should be processing it at the same rate-"
"What did you say?"
Loki swallowed, licking his dry lips, "You were given a weak dose because you're human-"
"No, the other thing," Amelia stared at him with doe eyes, her brows furrowed in a way that Loki found suspicious.
Increasing the speed with which his hand moved over his cock, Loki repeated his words, "A Jotun's dose would be just a bit more than a human's dose."
Amelia's jaw clenched and she looked blankly into her husband's eyes, sheepishness and guilt seeping into her expression.
"Oh gods. You told them I was Asgardian," Loki realised in abject horror.
"Well I didn't realise I was ordering a cocktail that makes you super horny!" Amelia snapped defensively, pink blush rising to her cheeks. "Or that a Jotun's dose is so different from an Asgardian's dose!"
Loki's gaze snapped to her own, "How much did they put in?"
"Uhhhmmmm", Amelia stammered, "well, comparatively… a lot. A lot more than mine."
Loki gave a drawn-out groan, but it sounded more like a noise of dread for what was to come than anything pleasurable. Amelia watched her husband grip his shirt with one hand and rip it off, heedless of the buttons that went flying as a result, and exposed his chest, damp with sweat.
Well, it was technically Amelia's fault that Loki was in the situation he was in, and if anyone was going to help him out of it, it could only be her. "Okay, hold on," Amelia began, "are you going to be okay or what? Is there going to be a serious problem with you overdosing on this stuff?" She needed to know that this aphrodisiac wasn't going to have any further side effects on her husband beyond its intended reaction.
"I'll be okay," Loki grunted forcefully, a bit of an attitude underlying his words like he wasn't frantically jacking himself off at that moment, "it's not going to kill me. But it could potentially be… unpleasant depending on how long the effects last. Eventually it'll wear off, but I can't say… how long that will take." His words were divided by the occasional gasp.
Okay, so it wasn't going to kill him. That was what Amelia was waiting to hear.
"Guess we better make use of it, huh?" Amelia shrugged her shoulders slightly and then slipped out of Loki's lap with slow, graceful movements. She dropped to her knees before him and pushed his legs apart, catching his eye with a significant wink; the moment Loki realised what she had planned, he stifled an embarrassing whimper and quickly pushed his trousers and underwear down with shaky hands.
His erection sprung up and Amelia immediately took it into her hand, giving a few broad strokes to offer her husband some relief; it was hot and heavy in her palm and from the way Loki reacted to the simple touch, Amelia got the idea that this aphrodisiac might've increased sensitivity too, because with a few pumps of her hand, Loki already looked wrecked.
She dipped her head down and pressed butterfly kisses along the soft, pale skin of his thighs, receiving a grunt from Loki, whose hands were clutching the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.
"Not the time to… tease, Amelia," Loki hissed, breath hitching the moment Amelia tightened her grip on him ever so slightly.
"What can I say?" Amelia goaded, "Desperation looks good on you." There was a delightful level of power she felt in saying the words Loki so often said to her when she was moments away from begging for sexual release. Loki didn't appreciate it, but he also didn't seem entirely capable of stringing a coherent word together in response, because his only retort was to bury his fingers in her hair and guide her closer towards his rigid cock.
Amelia laughed, "Okay, okay." She wasn't completely evil, and with her husband in the state he was, she didn't think he was going to be able to hold out for too long anyway, so she showed some mercy and gave in.
With her hand still firmly massaging him, she dragged her tongue flatly over the underside of his cockhead, drawing a choked noise from her husband, and then swirled her tongue around the tip, feeling it twitch in her mouth. Oh yes, he was very close.
She wrapped her lips around the head and sunk down, generously taking in as much as she could, and Loki trembled in his chair, back arching and head falling back; despite being on the precipice of pleasure, he made an honourable effort not to thrust forward into her mouth. Such a gentleman.
Amelia hummed around him, sending irresistible vibrations through Loki's cock that had him moaning lecherously, his fists rhythmically loosening and tightening around the arms of the chair. Loki panted, peering down at his wife through squinted eyes, brow furrowed with pleasure, and Amelia could tell without him speaking a word that he was seconds away from completion.
She pulled back, sucking the head into her mouth and lavishing it with attention, her tongue moving feverishly over his frenulum while her hand stroked him towards orgasm. Loki's mouth went slack, desperate noises escaping him in the form of wanton groans that built to a sudden crescendo as he reached orgasm.
His cock twitched and his thighs quivered as his release filled Amelia's mouth, which she enthusiastically swallowed while continuing to work Loki through his climax till the tension in his body began to subside and he collapsed limply in his chair.
Amelia pulled back slightly breathless and wiped her mouth on her sleeve before smiling up at her husband, "Feel better?"
Loki was flushed, staring back at her with a mix of relief and looming frustration, because predictably he had yet to soften, his length still standing to attention thanks to the aphrodisiac running through his system. He let out a huff, kicking his trousers off his ankles and stood, scooping Amelia up at once with a slight yelp on her end. He marched across the room and dropped her onto the bed before pulling his shirt off his shoulders and throwing it haphazardly to the floor like he truly didn't care about his clothes crumpling.
"Take your blouse off," Loki ordered, immediately going for all the clothes below Amelia's waist, hoping to strip her as quickly as possible. Loki repeated himself when Amelia didn't instantly reach up to undo the buttons, "Take it off. Or I'll rip it off you."
Amelia's fingers went quickly to the buttons of her blouse, not wanting her husband to rip any of her clothes out of impatience and mumbled, "Do not rip my blouse."
"Then hurry up," Loki growled, pulling her trousers and underwear off in one swoop, following with her socks. Her clothes fell to the floor in a heap much like his own and Amelia was careful not to dally in her effort to remove her blouse. Once it was off, she fiddled momentarily with her bra under the edgy gaze of her husband, whose agitation was growing with each passing second that she wasn't completely bare to him.
Loki flipped her onto her front and unhooked her bra for her, his lack of patience losing out in favour of his eagerness to begin, and as Amelia shrugged out of the final article of clothing, she made the move to turn back around, but was denied. Loki pushed her down and she fell face-first into the pillows, and her hips were lifted up before she could rearrange herself; she whimpered slightly as the head of his cock bumped against her folds and remembered just how aroused she was in that moment.
Watching Loki gasp, twitch and moan as she sucked his dick had made her so wet that she wasn't even complaining that Loki had skipped any foreplay - something he usually drew out to ensure she was practically vibrating with anticipation before penetration occurred - and she rushed to spread her legs apart in invitation.
He breached her swiftly and Amelia moaned loudly, fisting the bed sheets beneath her as the feeling of being filled overcame her; he slid in without resistance as her suitable state of arousal allowed and without waiting, he initiated a fast rhythm that showed one orgasm was hardly enough to quell his sexual excitement. From the way he was gripping her hips as he pumped into her with abandon, it was clear he would not be slowing down anytime soon.
The whole time, beautiful noises fell from Loki's lips as he watched his cock disappear between Amelia's folds, glistening with her slick desire, a sight which served only to fuel his lust.
"Oh, fuck, ah!" Amelia squealed as Loki's brutal pace continued, her whole body moving with his thrusts, causing her face to infrequently shove into the pillow.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?" Loki asked, not slowing down for even a moment.
"No! God, no, don't fucking stop," Amelia gasped, her muscles inadvertently clenching around him at the thought that he might pull out. Loki's appreciative moan reverberated in Amelia's ear; his fingers gripped a handful of her hair, pressing the side of her face harder into the pillow as he fucked her with a single-minded purpose. Amelia scrambled to tighten her hold on the bed sheets, worried Loki might accidentally shove her into the headboard on a particularly rough thrust if he wasn't careful. Maybe that was why he had a hand currently embedded in the curls of her hair, holding her in place lest that very thing happen.
Amelia was already on the edge due to the admittedly much lower dosage of aphrodisiac running through her system, so it didn't take long for her to feel the burning need of release build in her abdomen in a very telling way.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she gasped. At Amelia's plea, Loki's thrusts grew more vigorous, spurred on by his wife's reassuring request, and Amelia's moans doubled in volume as her husband pushed her steadily towards the glorious edge of pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes!"
The tight ball of growing tension exploded as Amelia came, spiking out all over her body like tendrils; her orgasm hit her so hard that her body went completely taut, her toes curling and hands shaking as they gripped the blanket. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as the magnificent waves rolled over her body and she was too distracted for the first thirty seconds upon reaching her peak that she didn't realise Loki had also come again. It wasn't until he collapsed against her back that she felt the aftershocks of him twitching inside her, and a fresh wave of warmth to accompany it.
Loki was still buried to the hilt inside her, still hard, and his breath was hot against the back of her neck as he panted hard from the rigorous activity. Amelia let out a content sigh, pleased with how tingly she felt all over, and moved her head when she felt Loki mouthing at the crease between her neck and shoulders, giving him more room to kiss and suck. His ministrations caused a shiver to run through her, along with another long moan.
"Loki…" Amelia whispered softly.
Loki's tongue drew across her skin, wetting it with his saliva. Then, rather unexpectedly, he bit down, pinching her skin between his teeth in what was definitely a bite.
Amelia jumped, startled by the pain, and snapped, "Loki!"
At her scolding tone, Loki retracted his teeth and once again brushed his tongue flatly over her skin, soothing the stinging puncture in non-verbal apology; Amelia's mind reeled as she wondered what had led him to just flat-out bite her without even asking or giving any notice that he was about to do it, but all those thoughts slipped out of her head when Loki started to move his hips again, this time moving with languorous, slow yet deep thrusts.
Loki's pleasurable sigh was heated against Amelia's ear and she repositioned her arms for leverage before pushing herself up slightly, only to be pushed back down unceremoniously while Loki growled in her ear, "I'm not done yet."
Amelia felt his words send spikes of desire straight to her clit, and hurriedly squeaked in protest, "I- I just want to turn over and face you!" It was one thing having her face shoved into a pillow during sex, but she wanted to see the expressions he made when he was buried deep inside her.
Loki was quiet for a moment before relenting, shifting his weight off of Amelia and pulling out of her so that she could fulfil her wish to roll over. She supposed that for his pleasure-addled mind, that was an acceptable reason to stall their continued coupling.
The aftermath of her orgasm had left her body a deadweight, making it somewhat difficult to roll over, but she managed. Upon doing so, she was treated to the sight of her husband's wrecked appearance.
There was a pleasant pink tinge to Loki's face under a layer of perspiration, some of his hair was matted to his forehead due to the sweat and the rest framed his head in a way that could only be described as askew. His eyes were lidded, pupils blown to the point there was almost no green left in his irises, and his mouth was slightly parted, lips stained red with a smear of blood.
He'd drawn blood when he bit her.
Why was that so fucking hot?
"Are you sure you're not a vampire?" Amelia asked, giving her husband a coy smile.
Loki's gentle touch trailed over each side of her hips as his eyes went to the bite mark on Amelia's neck; he tilted his head, seemingly pondering her question, and then hummed, "Maybe I am a vampire."
"Fuckin' knew it," Amelia whispered, her grin turning dopey.
Suddenly, Loki's grip tightened and he pulled Amelia closer, nestling between her legs and lining his length up with her hole yet again. He pressed in, sighing as he did, and then began with slow, purposeful movements. Amelia's mouth went slack at the feeling of being so full yet again, and breathed a quiet moan at her husband's gentle, more loving movements.
It was a stark contrast from what he had given her just a moment ago when he was fucking her into the mattress. This time, she could see his face and feel the utter delight that such a sight brought her; seeing Loki's expression twist and twitch from pleasure was her favourite part of their intimate moments.
Her second favourite part was his hands. They were large, calloused hands, yet they drifted across her body so softly and treated her like she was a delicate sculpture. Right now, one of Loki's hands trailed over her sternum as he reached to cup her breast, looking enamoured with how smooth her skin was.
Amelia licked her lips and smiled, "You act like you've never seen my body before."
"A gorgeous sight is still gorgeous no matter how many times you look upon it," Loki responded, his words flowing as if he was reciting some form of poetry. Amelia blushed, averting her eyes to avoid showing him how that line caused her to fluster.
Her gaze went to his chest, eyeing the pink flush across his neck and upper torso. Amelia wondered how Loki was feeling, how strongly the aphrodisiac was still affecting him; as she opened her mouth to speak her question aloud, Loki leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, applying pleasant suction.
"Ah," Amelia huffed quietly, "mmm, Loki?"
He made no signal to show he had heard her, continuing to pump his hips as he sucked hickeys across her breasts, forming marks and bruises on her pale skin. Amelia arched her back, letting out a low whimper and Loki's pace faltered before speeding up ever so slightly.
"Babe," Amelia tried again, tapping the back of Loki's shoulder.
Again he ignored her, too dazed and in the moment to hear her, or just too sex-crazed to care; Amelia sighed, deciding to just let him go at it for the moment, she would ask how he's feeling when he's a bit more coherent, because apparently he was far from it.
At least, she was going to let him simply go at it, until his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her breast, causing her to let out a scream. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked unapologetically, tearing him away from her chest and snapping, "You fuckin' dick!"
Loki winced and growled before his body was wracked with a violent shudder while Amelia checked she wasn't bleeding from another unsolicited bite; thankfully he hadn't drawn blood this time, but it was still damn rude of him to do that without asking. She glared at him, but the furrow of her eyebrows quickly melted away as she observed his face: thoroughly heated yet contrite, his lips swollen with saliva glistening on his chin.
"Sorry, m' sorry," he whispered, "can we keep going…?" He bit his lip, looking like he was trying desperately to keep himself from saying 'please'.
His mouth was twisted from the sting of pain that came from Amelia's hand still being scrunched up in his hair. He looked guilty enough, and Amelia wasn't really mad at him.
"Keep your teeth away from my nipples," Amelia ordered, "you can bite my neck and shoulders if you must, but that's it."
Loki appeared pleased with those terms, subtly nodding his head in agreement, so Amelia slipped her hand out of his hair and Loki immediately went back to his faster paced thrusts, pushing Amelia's legs up with his hands behind her knees. He leaned over her again, making her gasp as he practically folded her in half to bring his lips to her neck, trailing up to just below her ear.
He huffed and puffed hot air against her skin and murmured in a hushed tone, "If I overstep anymore boundaries… feel free to pull my hair again."
Amelia thought she might've sensed an underlying plea for her to pull on his hair anyway, the idea of which sent tingling sensations straight to her core. The growl he'd let out when she did it moments prior had been undeniably… lustful.
"Fuck," Amelia whispered. The heat in her belly was building again and she felt it wouldn't be too long before she reached her second orgasm. Toes curling, she reached awkwardly behind her legs to try and stroke her clit; she rubbed with the pads of her fingers in circular motions over it, but the angle was tricky and she couldn't get a good amount of pressure to cause the delightful friction she sought.
Noticing her pitiful attempts to pleasure herself, Loki straightened himself up and pulled her hand away, dropping one of her legs to offer his own services. The rough pads of his fingers were welcomed as they caressed her sensitive bundle of nerves, his larger and more dexterous hands once again coming to the rescue.
"Ah, ah, yes," Amelia breathed, holding her leg up to ensure Loki had all the room that he needed to manoeuvre.
"Fuck," Loki grunted. He came suddenly, moaning long and loud as he did, and Amelia felt the warmth of his seed fill her yet again, making his thrusts feel sloppier and wetter than they already were. The culmination of Loki's pleasure tipped Amelia over the edge, and it certainly helped that his thumb was still rubbing circles over her clit, working her through her climax.
"Loki, oh yes, yes, ah, I love you," Amelia babbled out, overcome with heat and need and all the love she felt for her beloved husband. He dipped down quickly, ceasing her lips in a warm, passionate kiss.
"I love- I love you too. Fuck, I love you," Loki's answering cry was just as hot and heavy, his words dripping with metaphorical honey. Everything from the frantic breaths to the layer of sweat on his skin and the harsh pounding of his heart in his chest made Amelia whine; her arms went tightly around her husband, holding him close as he rode out the last aftershocks of his orgasm, and then they lay still, both trying to recover together.
"How do you feel?" Amelia asked softly, running a hand through Loki's hair.
"Dunno," Loki mumbled with a distinct lack of articulation. Amelia snorted quietly, it probably wasn't wise to ask Loki how he was feeling just seconds after he'd had a mind-blowing orgasm.
He pulled out and collapsed beside her, wrapping his arms around Amelia like he was scared she'd shuffle away. Amelia could feel Loki's spend seeping out of her and she crossed her legs to try and stop it, wanting it to stay firmly inside her, marking her as his.
Soft panting noises filled the room from both occupants of the bed as they caught their breath; Amelia felt warm and content, entangling her legs with Loki's and letting out a happy sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder. After a few moments, Loki's fingers settled on her jaw and tilted her head back so he could capture her lips; they kissed lazily and deeply, Amelia's quiet moans vibrating in her throat.
She wondered if he was starting to slow down a bit, having been satisfied from the initial, uncontrollable urges; Amelia figured she could probably go another round if Loki needed it, but it was nice to have a few moments of rest after he'd given her such a vigorous fucking.
After the long, idle kiss retreated to a soft peppering of kisses along Amelia's jaw, she opened one eye and peered down there bodies to find that Loki was still very much hard. She guessed that was to be expected, but she started to feel concerned that this could go on for… a while. Not that she wasn't prepared to do her duty to her husband, whose drink had essentially been spiked from a miscommunication that was down to her, but she had the feeling she would be sore in the morning.
"Amelia," Loki murmured, nudging her shoulder with his nose.
"Hmm?"
"I need more."
His voice was a whisper, fluttering hotly against her neck. Amelia shivered, biting her lip; though Loki's words were barely above a murmur, she could hear the desire in his tone, and parted her lips to ask what position he wanted to fuck her in, but he spoke again before she could as if he had read her mind.
"I want you on top," he demanded, patting his thigh in a wordless bid to get her to hurry up.
Amelia grinned, her tongue darting out to lick her upper lip as she got up and straddled her husband's thighs; it wasn't a position they took habitually, because Loki didn't like to be so passive during sex - he much preferred to be the more active one, and Amelia wasn't often opposed to letting him do all the work - but the infrequent occasion where Amelia was on top, she liked the control that was handed over to her.
She gave Loki's cock a few tight strokes, smiling sweetly at her lover before guiding him to her entrance and taking him to the hilt. Loki hissed and Amelia braced herself with her palms flat against his torso as she began to rock back and forth with a frustratingly slow pace.
Riling her husband up was her favourite thing to do.
His hands came to rest on her waist and squeezed, trying to force her to move faster, but Amelia clicked her tongue and stopped moving altogether, prompting a thwarted grunt out of Loki as he glared up at her.
"Amelia, please," he growled. Amelia felt a shot of pleasure zip through her as he spoke that pleading word, but it was said in a more sarcastic way than a genuine plea, and she wondered in that moment if she could get him to beg authentically.
"What do you want, baby?" Amelia asked with a syrupy tone, her smile about as bright as the sun.
It was borderline sadistic to ask what he wanted when the answer to that question was twitching desperately inside her, but Amelia enjoyed how the tables had turned from the way things usually went. Usually, Loki had all the power, power that Amelia willingly gave him, but now she was the more controlled of the two, and she knew that hearing Loki bed could be so delicious.
"You know what I want," Loki scoffed.
"Say it."
Loki's nose twitched with dismay, his cheeks growing a beautiful shade of pink against his permission, and Amelia knew he would be pissed if he knew how adorable he looked right then.
"I want you to fuck yourself on my cock," Loki said bluntly.
"Say please."
"Please," Loki practically snarled the word, and Amelia shook her head - the saccharine look still hadn't disappeared from her face.
"Say it nicely," Amelia commanded.
Loki gave a resigned roll of his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and murmured very quietly under his breath, "Please."
"What was that?" Amelia tilted her head.
"Please, Amelia."
Amelia smirked and began to move again, though she resumed the teasingly slow pace she had been going at before she'd stopped. Again, Loki's gaze landed on her with his eyebrows furrowed, silently telling her to speed up, but it wasn't good enough for Amelia.
"If you want something specific, you'll have to ask for it," she breathed.
"Faster," Loki said.
Amelia's eyebrows rose expectantly and Loki sighed defeatedly.
"Please go faster… please." The first plea would've been enough, but the addition of the second, softer plea had Amelia finally doing what Loki wanted. She moved fast, to Loki's relief and delight, moving up and down his dick with a glorious rhythm.
He thrust his hips up to meet her movements and this time she allowed it, relishing the flicker of dominance she felt with having her husband begging and trembling below her; she craved a little more, and grabbed Loki's hands, relocating them to sit either side of his head in much the same way he liked to do to her, and he let her.
She felt even more authoritative to have Loki's hands pinned up like that in such a position.
Amelia bit her lower lip, feeling herself grow maybe just a little too bold, "You're such a good boy for me."
Loki's eyes snapped open and he glared up at her, "Don't."
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Amelia giggled, her words interspersed with laboured breaths as she kept up the fast pace.
"Tch. You're not assertive enough to be throwing around phrases like that," Loki pointed out plainly, as if his cock wasn't being stroked within Amelia's hot, velvety walls.
"I could be assertive!" Amelia exclaimed almost petulantly.
"What a sight that would be," Loki remarked cynically, his tone purposeful in an attempt to rile Amelia up.
Amelia stopped the movement of her hips, "Well if you don't want me to ride you-" she made the move to dismount her husband but Loki's hands suddenly came back to life and gripped Amelia's hips, holding her stationary above him.
"Don't. I'm close."
"Oh, you're close? Too bad you decided to be a bad boy."
"Amelia."
"Say you're sorry."
Loki briefly looked like he was inwardly reviewing the choice he had made to marry this woman, but then his hips twitched and he let out a deep sigh, "I'm sorry."
Amelia smirked at her victory, "Good. Boy."
Loki growled, immediately thrusting up into Amelia's tight heat and Amelia mercifully began moving again, intent on bringing her husband to his fourth climax. She herself could feel another bubbling away in her lower abdomen, but it would probably take more to help herself reach that point; she was quite content with seeing to Loki's pleasure as a priority, however.
Amelia winced as she felt Loki's fingernails digging into her soft skin, indicating that he truly was only moments away from his peak. The motion of his hips grew erratic and he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth.
His mouth fell open in a silent scream and his body grew rigid as he toppled over the edge of pleasure; Amelia fucked him through it with slow, deep movements, to which he gave appreciative grunts. His eyes fell open along with his mouth and he gazed up at Amelia with an almost foggy look, his dilated pupils were hazy and the beginnings of tiredness were starting to seep in.
Amelia grabbed his hand, guiding it between her legs were she was still sitting on his cock and he caught on quickly, helping his wife with her pleasure now by pressing his thumb to her clit and making small circular motions. With the delicious pressure of his fingers on her most sensitive spot, Amelia began to rock back and forth, focused solely on bringing herself to orgasm.
It wasn't long before she felt that unmistakable building sensation in her belly, a blooming warmth that she chased. As it budded within her, she became sloppy with the motion of her hips, just desperate to come once again; thankfully Loki knew what to do, speeding up the stroke of his fingers.
Amelia's pleasure culminated suddenly, her third orgasm sadly not as powerful as the previous two, but still strong enough to pull a high-pitched squeal from her. Loki kept his thumb pressed to her clit as it throbbed while she rode the waves of rapture, and only pulled his hand back when Amelia slumped slightly atop him, her exhaustion becoming apparent.
Loki's hands went back to her hips.
"Keep going," he breathed.
Amelia blinked surprisedly at him, "I- I need a moment!"
Loki's head fell back against the pillow in a huff and Amelia groaned, finally slipping off of her husband and collapsing on the bed beside him; the mess between her legs was evident and the slight squelch as she unseated herself from him was positively filthy.
"Fuck," Amelia whispered, spotting that Loki was somehow still hard after coming a forth time. Usually, three was his limit, but she supposed there was nothing 'usual' about the situation they were in. "When are you gonna be satisfied?"
"Who fucking knows," Loki snapped as he began to palm himself, his hand moving over his cock in a blur. Amelia could tell he was tired, but still horny thanks to that damn cocktail, and come to think of it so was she. She had only just come, but she knew she could probably still go on so long as she didn't have to be the one doing all the work.
The heat radiating off of her was difficult to ignore, like she had some terribly high fever that somehow wasn't causing her to topple over and feel ill. It just made her feel impassioned instead.
"Heh. You should fuck me in your Jotun form. Then we wouldn't feel so damn hot," she blurted out without really thinking, before prompting covering her mouth, bashful at what her sex-addled mind had made her say.
Loki's hand stopped moving.
There were a few moments of silence before he turned his head to catch her gaze, and then he stared at her for a really long time, his brain seemingly calculating the pros and cons of it - but surely he wouldn't actually go for such an idea, not with how uncomfortable he was to the idea of his Jotun form in general-
"Okay."
Amelia's mouth fell open, "What?"
"I said okay." Loki swallowed tightly before he appeared to almost physically retreat into himself, brow furrowing, "Were you kidding or were you being serious? Do you really want me to fuck you in my Jotun form?"
Amelia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Loki actually… wanted to? He sounded offended at the prospect of Amelia messing with him, but after a few seconds of thought, she realised she wasn't messing with him at all. She wanted to try it.
"Yeah," she breathed, "I want it."
Loki hesitated for only a moment before he began to transform. The change in the air was noticeable immediately, the atmosphere around them grew cold and Amelia shivered, not only from the drop in temperature, but also the anticipation of what was coming. Loki had never revealed himself to her in this way before, he'd never allowed himself to shift into his Jotun form while he wore absolutely nothing to cover himself.
This was new for Amelia. It was new for the both of them, and it was exciting.
It only took six years of marriage, plus an accidentally too high dosage of aphrodisiac, for him to gain the courage to indulge Amelia and show this side of him utterly bare for her eyes to drink in.
The dark blue tone seeped up from out of nowhere on his chest, above his heart, and it spread out in a way not dissimilar to a blot of ink bleeding on paper, slowly consuming the pale white of his skin with a colour Amelia had always found so beautiful. He tore her gaze away from his body, looking up to his eyes which he had clenched shut when his transformation began.
Still shy, Amelia concluded. His pulse was probably racing with nerves. He kept himself from having to see Amelia's reaction, just in case it was somehow negative; Amelia thought the mere idea that she could find him anything other than gorgeous was preposterous.
She dropped her gaze to his body once more, following the natural ridges in the form of lines that spanned the length of his body. She didn't know what the markings were or whether they meant anything, but the symmetry of them was very pleasing to Amelia, and she felt they made him look even more regal than he usually did.
Amelia reached out, lightly brushing her fingers over his chest and dragging them over one of his dusky nipples; he flinched at the touch, finally opening up his eyes to reveal their ruby red colour, and looked searchingly over Amelia's face, checking for any signs of aversion in her expression. He wasn't going to find anything like that on her face no matter how hard he looked, because she was staring at him in wonderment.
His skin was, as always in this form, cool to the touch, but Amelia welcomed it thanks to how hot her body felt. The temperature radiating from his skin neutralised the relentless heat settling in her body, and it prompted her to crawl forward and wrap her arms around him, soaking in the chill he offered.
Loki tentatively embraced her in return, pressing his cold cheek against her very hot face and Amelia sighed softly before pulling back slightly and looking down between them. His cock, also blue and weeping at the tip, was still standing at attention between them, so she bit her lip and smiled before taking him into her hand.
Loki drew in a sharp breath, going still at the contact.
"Everything okay?" Amelia whispered.
"Yes," Loki responded just as quietly, "your hand is… warm."
He must have been overly sensitive to the heat of her palm in his Jotun form. It made sense, as they were currently at opposite extremes; having sex with Loki like this was going to be overwhelming for the both of them - Amelia could just tell. A small part of her felt nervous, but she didn't want to admit that out loud, and she wondered if Loki felt the same.
Amelia stroked him, running her thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the precum over its head - it was odd, cool to the touch where it would usually be hot. Amelia didn't know how it was going to feel inside her, whether it would still be just as pleasurable or whether it would feel uncomfortable.
She leaned forward, kissing his lips and smiling up at him, "You know, in a way, you're kinda a virgin in this form."
Loki's eyebrows furrowed and he huffed, "I don't think that's how that works."
Amelia tightened her grip a little, making sure to brush the tip on each upward stroke, and delighted in the way Loki's breath hitched and his eyelids drooped a bit. "I'm the first one to touch you like this," she pointed out.
"I- I suppose."
Retracting her hand, Amelia shimmied back against the mattress and laid back with her head in the pillows, spreading her legs, knees bent and feet flat against the bed, "I'm happy you trust me enough to do this."
Loki crawled over her, his gaze soft and significant as he surveyed her face for any sign of doubt. His voice was gentle when he spoke, "If you need me to stop…"
"I'll be sure to tell you," Amelia finished when he trailed off. She trusted her husband so completely.
Loki let out a shaky breath, indicating to Amelia that she was right in thinking he too would be just a little bit nervous, and placed his hands beneath Amelia's thighs, lifting her up a bit - the feeling of his hands on her bare skin made Amelia shudder with anticipation.
He entered her slowly, wishing to draw this experience out rather than rush things, and Loki grew taut the more he sank into her, inadvertently holding his breath. Amelia shivered, letting out a gasp, and stared down at where they were connected as she grew accustomed to the feeling of his cold length inside her. It felt different, but not unpleasant.
"H-hot," Loki stammered when he was fully sheathed within her. He fell over her, burying his head between Amelia's breasts, and tried his best to stifle a whimper. Amelia squeaked, feeling goosebumps break out across her whole body at the chilly contact of his body pressed against hers.
"Mmmfff- ha- hah… A-Amelia?" It sounded like a struggle for Loki to speak.
"Y-yeah?" Amelia murmured, teeth almost chattering.
"Is… is it good?"
It was tremendously sweet for Loki to check up on Amelia amid the abundant sensations he was feeling; he sounded like he was barely keeping himself together, and Amelia could feel from the way his hips were twitching that he wanted to start fucking her hard. His restraint while he seeked out reassurance was all too endearing.
"Yes," Amelia moaned, "you can move. Go on."
That was all Loki needed to start moving, pistoning his hips and grinding into Amelia while she squirmed and shivered beneath him. Loki's chill caused her nipples to harden into peaks and her breath to come quicker; Amelia wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging tightly to him as he fucked her.
"Love," Amelia whined, trying to nudge Loki further up her body so that they could be face to face, "come up here. I want to kiss you."
Loki writhed against her, sucking the skin between her breasts appreciatively before doing as she said, ascending further up while continuing the active pace. When he caught her lips, Amelia pushed her tongue into his mouth and took pleasure in the frosty feeling of his tongue against her own. She'd once described the sensation as kissing somebody who'd just chugged an ice cold beverage, and that descriptor still rang true.
She felt tingly all over and wasn't sure whether it was a side effect of the aphrodisiac, or if her skin was numbing from the frigid contact.
Loki tore away from her mouth and attached himself to her neck, once again introducing his teeth to her skin. Alarmingly, his canines felt… pointier. They scraped against her flesh, making her mewl and draw her shoulders up inadvertently.
Loki pulled back, eyes half-lidded as he cupped Amelia's face, "Can I bite you again?"
"Why are you so bitey?" Amelia whimpered, though the question was mostly rhetorical. It was surprising, but Amelia couldn't deny she liked the feeling of her skin being pinched between too-sharp teeth. "Yeah. Bite me."
Loki did so without hesitation, prompting another yelp from Amelia. It hurt, naturally, because he seemed determined on covering her in as many marks as he could, but there was something primal about it that served to turn Amelia on. She didn't mind him marking her, she only wished her teeth were sharp enough to return the favour.
It didn't take long this time, Amelia could hear the frantic sounds of Loki's inhales and exhales, the way he choked back his moans, all pointing to one conclusion - that he was closing in on his orgasm. Amelia clenched her hand in his hair seeing as he seemed to have enjoyed that last time, and was met with a long groan that proved her correct.
"I'm gonna come," Loki hissed between his teeth.
Despite the icy temperature of his body, the spurt of seed Amelia felt inside her remained hot and tingled inside her; she wasn't quite ready to come again, but she didn't mind. She'd enjoyed having Loki inside her like this, making soft noises of pleasure the whole time.
Collapsing against her chest, Loki bit her yet again.
"Chill out," Amelia mumbled, followed by a giggle at her own loose attempt at a joke. Loki let out a low growl, clearly not amused by it, and then he just lay there in her arms while she stroked his hair, the both of them dozing lightly. Over the next ten minutes, Loki's body temperature grew warmer and warmer, and eventually Amelia wrenched one eye open long enough to note that Loki's skin had grown pale again, no longer taking on his Jotun appearance.
He hadn't moved for a while, head buried in the crook of Amelia's neck, and his breathing was pretty even. Had he fallen asleep? Was the aphrodisiac no longer in effect? Amelia wasn't entirely sure, but just when she was about to quietly ask if he was still awake, Loki answered her unspoken question by speaking aloud.
"I can't believe you convinced me to fuck you in my Jotun form," he sighed.
Amelia smiled up at the ceiling, "I didn't really have to do that much convincing." Really, all she'd had to do was absently suggest it before Loki jumped on the idea.
He gave a disgruntled murmur against her skin.
"It was wonderful," Amelia added as an afterthought.
"You didn't come yet," Loki pointed out.
"It's okay." Amelia was pretty sure she was all tuckered out. She'd reached a point of great satisfaction that she didn't really mind if she didn't get to come one last time. Loki shifted, leaning up on his elbows to meet Amelia's eyes.
"I could…" he trailed off, blinking tiredly, and he didn't have to complete his sentence for Amelia to understand that he was offering to help her reach another climax. She shook her head, smiling.
"I think I'm good. I might explode if I have another orgasm."
Loki gave a soft hum before dropping his head back down to nuzzle into her shoulder. He licked over the bruises and bite marks like a silent apology, and Amelia felt herself snicker.
"How many times did you bite me?"
"A lot," Loki murmured.
"Kinda unfair that I have all these bites on me and you don't have any," Amelia joked, totally not serious.
"Bite me then," Loki scoffed.
Amelia huffed, "I can't bite you, it never works. I've tried before. My teeth aren't sharp enough."
"That's absurd. If you actually tried, you'd be able to break the skin, but you're unconsciously holding back because you don't want to hurt me. Because for some reason you think a bite will somehow do some lasting damage to me," Loki grumbled.
Amelia rolled her eyes. She shifted, pushing Loki's shoulders away and off of her. Loki pulled back, a little confused that she was nudging him away, and then he pouted when Amelia made the move to slip off the bed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, snuggling back to her side with a whine of protest.
Amelia laughed, "I'm thirsty."
Loki gave her an incredulous look.
"No, I'm not gonna drink more of that damn cocktail. I was going to grab the pitcher of water."
Loki made a grumpy, incomprehensible noise, reluctantly relenting and letting his wife go, "Bring me some too."
Amelia hummed in agreement and then cringed when she slid off the bed, immediately feeling the culmination of their coupling leaking out from between her legs. If she thought she needed a bath before, she definitely needed one now. Walking awkwardly over to the dining table, Amelia grabbed the jug of water and the two empty glasses and brought them back over to the bedside table, placing them down to pour herself and her husband a refreshing beverage.
She handed Loki one of the glasses and he promptly downed the whole thing in just a few seconds; Amelia didn't blame him, she too was incredibly thirsty and drank down several big gulps to satisfy her need for rehydration.
After wiping her mouth and placing the glass back down, Loki instantly pulled her back down to the bed and wrapped his arms around her once again. Amelia sighed softly, content to snuggle with Loki for the moment; she would worry about her bath later.
Pressed against his chest, with her face lying in the nook of his shoulder, Amelia gave his neck a few loving kisses before pulling back and surveying his skin. A slightly salty taste came away from his skin, probably thanks to the sweat, and there were a few bruises she'd sucked into place; she found herself thinking that if she was able to bite through his skin, the soft patch where his neck and shoulder met would be the exact place she would pierce with her teeth.
It wouldn't hurt to try.
Amelia opened her mouth and sucked the spot she'd chosen first, before pinching the area between her teeth and biting down, lightly at first before increasing the force behind the clench of her canines. She expected Loki to wince or make some sort of noise, or speak aloud, but he remained quiet and still as Amelia failed to puncture the skin at all. She stopped, pouting in annoyance, and then tried again. And again. Failing each time. Maybe Jotuns had tougher skin than humans.
Eventually, Loki sighed and pushed Amelia away with a hand on her shoulder, giving her a sardonic look before his eyes flickered briefly down the length of his body. Amelia followed his gaze and then blinked. Loki was hard again. Well, she supposed that was probably her fault.
It was going to be a long night.
Loki groaned as he blinked his eyes awake, squinting at the light of the room and wincing as his head pounded. He felt hungover and groggy and achy all over, which wasn't something he had experienced in quite some time. He peered over the other side of the bed to see that it was vacant and Amelia was nowhere in sight, there was however the sound of running water coming from somewhere nearby.
He frowned and called out, "Ughh… Amelia?"
"Bathroom," Amelia's answering voice echoed back through the open bathroom door. Loki groaned again, moving to sit up and finding it oddly difficult, his arm didn't immediately move when he wanted it to and he lifted his gaze to find that one of his wrists was tied by a silk sash to the bedpost.
"...Huh?" His mind was rather foggy on which point Amelia had tied Loki's hand to the bedpost, but he supposed it was probably some time after his eight orgasm, seeing as that was when he completely lost count.
He blinked his eyes a few times till they weren't so painful in the light and reached up to untie the sash, freeing his arm from its confines, and sat up. He grabbed the pitcher of water and started guzzling down what was left of it till he'd almost drained the whole thing. What a wild night.
He stumbled across the room to the open door and tiredly mumbled, "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Stepping into the bathroom, he found Amelia soaking in the still-running bath, filling the room with steam and the smell of lavender; her head was resting back against the ledge and the surface of the water was covered with froth from the scented soaps she had added. Her face held a pleasurable and content smile and Loki had to admit he too had a desire to sink into the heat of a bath in order to aid the ache of his muscles.
"You were sleeping like a baby, and after last night I think you needed it," she paused, "and I needed a bath."
Loki stepped closer with the intent to join her, but as he moved closer Amelia sat up slightly, revealing the mess of red, blue and purple marks marring her skin from her neck downwards, and Loki was utterly aghast.
"Gods. Did I do all that?" There was a tremble in his voice that was full of apologies and Amelia smiled, shrugging slightly.
"Yeah. But it's okay because I finally managed to lay one on you," she pointed up at him and then tapped her own neck indicatively, which made him turn to the mirror and tilt his head, spying the very obvious teeth marks embedded in his flesh and the surrounding redness. It was a pretty sloppy bite, he didn't remember at which point Amelia had finally managed to pierce his skin either, but the sight of it sent a pleased tingle down his spine.
"Still seems a bit unfair," Loki pointed out, referring to the fact she had only bit him once versus his one-hundred bites across her body
"Yeah, well, one was difficult enough. You're welcome to sit still and let me desperately attempt another ninety-nine bites, but I think that would be torture for us both. I don't want to spend the day gnawing on you," Amelia snorted.
Loki stepped into the bath, flinching slightly at the heat of the water.
"Careful, it's hot," Amelia warned.
"I had deduced that," Loki mumbled before sinking slowly into the heat and clenching his teeth while his body got used to it. Amelia sidled up closer to him in the large round tub and wrapped her arms around him, a big sleepy grin on her face while she cuddled him.
"Aching?" She asked.
"Just a bit. You?"
"I practically had to crawl to the bathroom because walking was not an option."
Loki snorted lightly, "You left me tied up in there."
"Oh yeah, sorry about that," Amelia responded, definitely not sorry at all.
They soaked together mostly in silence, peering out the window at the beautiful view their room afforded them, and discussed what they would be doing for the remaining days of their stay in Vanaheim.
Later, as they were on their way out of the resort to have a little walk around the area, Loki ushered Amelia ahead while he held back to have a chat with the barmaid for a few minutes. When he returned, he had a peculiar expression on his face, eyeing Amelia with an almost sarcastic smile.
"Just spoke to the barmaid. Asked her what the proper dosage of that aphrodisiac is for a Jotun."
"What did she say?" Amelia hesitantly asked him to clarify.
"It's three drops."
"Oh."
"Oh," Loki mocked.
I would really, REALLY appreciate if everybody could let me know if my smut was up to par ^_^ It took me a long long time to write and I apologise for that, but I hope you all enjoyed how long it ended up being! Please do tell me how I did!
Also random talking point, anyone else been obsessed with the new Disney movie Encanto? I am in love with Bruno Madrigal and fully intend to write Bruno/reader fanfiction after I complete this fic. ONLY 2 CHAPTERS LEFT! They won't take as long as this one because they won't be nearly as long.
