All Those Panties Loki Disappears
Loki ran his hands up and down her glorious curves as his mouth battled hers for dominance. He pulled her hips tight to his and stroked one hand up her body to thread his fingers through her hair and pull gently, angling her just so. She moaned into his mouth and his cock responded, hardening almost painfully in his trousers. Oh, she felt good, and he wasn't even inside her yet. Speaking of which…
He trailed his hand from her hair down her chest, pausing to pinch playfully at her pert nipples poking through the fabric of her dress. He reluctantly pulled his mouth from hers (she whined, to his immense pleasure) and trailed kisses down her arched throat until he reached her cleavage. He kissed, licked, and sucked along the neckline while his exploratory hand drifted to her hem.
Loki tightened his hold around her waist and nibbled on the swell of her breast as he batted at the short hem of her dress with his fingertips a moment before lightly tracing shapes along the back of her thigh. He felt her small hands dig into his scalp, massaging, and oh didn't that feel good! He teased her a little more with his fingertips brushing along the sensitive skin of the inside of her thigh, just under her dress. As his fingers slowly crept higher, Loki nibbled and sucked his way back up to her mouth, smiling against her skin at her small gasps and mewls.
The skin against his fingertips grew hotter, the higher he climbed until he reached the apex, lightly brushing against her panties. They were soaked. Loki growled and devoured her mouth with his own, swallowing her gasp, and thrusting his hips against hers, trapping his arm between them. She clutched at his shoulders then hastily dragged her hands down his body and shoving them under his tunic, rubbing them desperately against his abdomen and chest. Loki responded by expertly locating her clit through the fabric of her panties and pinching it.
She cried out beautifully and thrust herself against him, wantonly. Loki placed a kiss behind her ear and purred, eliciting a full-body shiver from her. She was a delightfully responsive little thing. Taking her tonight would be an absolute pleasure. He slipped a finger into the elastic of her panties and snapped it against her folds. She yelped. He chuckled. Time for the clothes to go.
With a secret smirk, Loki waved a hand and her dress and panties disappeared, leaving her wonderfully bare before him.
Meanwhile, in a modest cabin at the foot of the mountains on Asgard, Tyr, the former God of War, took a sip of his mead and cursed as a pair of musky, wet panties landed on his face. Peeling them off with a growl, Tyr cursed Loki a thousand ways to Hel. A pretty dress twirled in the air in front of him for a moment, tauntingly showing off the figure it had contained before vanishing in a flash of green flame. "Loki, you bastard," he grumbled, downing the entire glass of mead in irritation.
Every time this happened, Tyr had to admit he was impressed at how long the God of Mischief could hold a grudge. It had been over 900 years since he had drunkenly bragged to Loki about his own conquests and suggested the youngest Odinson would only ever know the pleasure of his own hand. The irritating prince seemed determined to prove him wrong. Frequently. He slammed the empty mug on the table and stood, scooping up a basket on his way out of the cabin. Tyr stomped out to his firepit and started a bonfire. One by one, he pulled various panties and undergarments of all colors and sizes from the basket and tossed them into the flames. Realizing he was still clutching the most recent pair in his fist, he raised it to his nose and gave a curious sniff. Norns. Tyr cursed and threw them in the fire, watching the flames flicker and take their time consuming the wet fabric. He wiped his hand on his trousers then pulled at them to adjust himself. "Fucking Loki," he snarled as he stomped back to his empty cabin, knowing full well that that was indeed what was happening to the cosmic jerk.