Author's Note: This chapter corresponds to chapter 32.5 of "Sophie of Midgard", as it takes place between chapter 32 and 33.

Sophie watched as Loki undressed, eyeing his body appreciatively as more of his toned, pale skin was put on display.

"You are over dressed," Loki said in a low tone.

Sophie bit her lip to stop herself from grinning like an idiot.

"Then come over here and do something about it...your majesty."

"Oooh. Such insolence will not be tolerated."

He walked to the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles, pulling her closer to him. He began removing her armor as he kissed her heatedly. Meanwhile, Sophie explored his body with her hands, squeezing certain parts of him that she favored, such as his behind. She slowly wrapped her legs around him, moving her hands to his upper arms, then suddenly turned them so that it was Loki on his back on her bed. Sophie only got an instant to congratulate herself for her accomplishment before Loki rolled, turning them again so that he came out on top. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them to the bed beside her head and pulled his lips away from hers. Sophie was disappointed by this for a brief moment, then sighed as she felt his lips against the delicate, sensitive skin of her neck.

She let Loki know that this was good and something she liked by letting out a soft moan and tilting her head back to give him better access. She fought his grip on her wrists however, relishing the feeling of being restrained while simultaneously longing to touch him. As his mouth moved lower, Sophie was suddenly struck with a rush of self-consciousness. She was no longer the skeletal anorexic she once was. By the same token, she was also nowhere near overweight, as she distantly feared. But the irrational worry that he would be dissatisfied with her body decided to rear up anyway. Sophie told herself to relax. He wouldn't be doing this with her if he didn't find her beautiful and sexy, if he didn't desire her.

Sophie refocused herself, letting herself enjoy the way he was making her feel, the sensation of his lips on her skin. The fire in the fireplace turned out to be a good decision on his part, as Sophie reflected that she would be cold right now without it. Loki quickly learned which parts of her were the most sensitive, and what she liked by listening to her sighs and moans. His fingers were soon slick with her desire, and when he delved into her with them, he watched her back arch and smiled to himself.

"Ah...Lo-ki," Sophie gasped breathlessly.

Her hips bucked against his hand as his fingers pumped inside her. Loki listened intently as her moans increased but stopped abruptly just before she reached her peak. Sophie let out a soft, disappointed whine in protest. Loki smirked.

"Ah ah ah," he said softly, "Don't give me that whine. If I continued, you would be undone in seconds."

"Yes," Sophie replied, "That's what I want."

"Is it frustrating, kitten? Having to wait for what you crave?" Loki asked, kissing his way up her body slowly.

"Yes."

"Imagine then how you've tested me these past weeks."

Sophie frowned as she looked into his eyes.

"You're being cruel on purpose," she accused.

Loki smiled.

"You have no idea how cruel I can be."

Sophie gasped as she felt him plunge into her. It was like the breath was completely knocked out of her as he drove himself into her body. Sophie clung to him and wrapped her legs around his waist, every thought that wasn't him dissipating from her mind. Loki's fingers tangled in her hair at the base of her neck and pulled as he kissed her, his hips never faltering in their steady rhythm. Loki moaned against her lips, pulling away briefly for a breath.

"You are exquisite, kitten."

She sighed as his head lowered and he kissed her neck more.

"Fuck, Loki."

She lost herself in the feeling shooting through her veins. She loved the harsh, punishing thrusts he delivered. Distantly, a part of her realized she was scratching the hell out of his back, digging her nails deep into his skin. Loki growled against her skin and bit the base of her neck suddenly, making her squeal in surprise. He slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed her clit in rough, determined circles. Sophie moaned and threw her head back, clenching a fist full of the sheets. She was so close...and suddenly she was over the edge, shouting in pleasure as Loki's thrusts increased in ferocity. After only a few moments, he groaned and went still, burying himself deep inside her. He fell onto his back beside her, both of them catching their breath.

Damn.

Loki chuckled. When Sophie looked over at him to see what was so funny, Loki raised a hand and conjured an illusion of fireworks with a cheeky little grin. Sophie lost it. She laughed until she couldn't breathe, and her sides were aching. When she could breathe again, she grabbed her phone and pulled up a list of her downloaded songs, selecting the song "I Just Had Sex" by The Lonely Island. Then they were both laughing. Loki wrapped his arms around her as they calmed down, still wearing huge grins.

"I love you," Sophie sighed.

"I love you too," Loki smiled.