It turned out that the beach house was a rental property owned by—who else—Tony, who felt bad about not being able to come but had donated the use of the house, located on an island just off the coast of Brazil. It was being loaned to us not only for the impromptu wedding but for our honeymoon. It explained why the kitchen was stocked and the air inside didn't have that stale quality that houses that had stood without habitation for a long period tend to acquire. Tony had people come in the day before to air the place out, do some cleaning, and fill the fridge and cabinets.
I had gone to the master suite to check out what had been left in there. Sure enough, there had been a gift basket. Seasonal berries, chocolates...and a pack of edible underwear along with a can of whipped cream. The icing on the cake was the pair of fuzzy handcuffs hanging on the headboard. I had been yanked back to the party before I had a chance to hide those. Loki didn't need ideas.
Congratulations were given, toasts were made, food was shared. Now everyone was gone, it was just a few minutes shy of midnight, and slow jazz played on speakers set around the great room. Loki's arms were wrapped around me, my own draped around his neck, as the two of us swayed together to the beat of the music while Billie Holiday's voice sang about how the man she was in love with called her Crazy.
It was an appropriate tune.
"You really had no idea? You did not pick anything up from neither Yelena nor Natasha, despite being with them all day?" Loki asked me, his voice filled with no small amount of awe. Yeah, he was impressed by how our friends had managed to pull off what they did without either of us finding out.
I shook my head. "They grabbed me after you left and immediately took me shopping, and I was so distracted by the crowds, the chore of finding the dress they said I had to have, and then by just being irritated that I didn't pay attention to anything coming off either of them. Now that I think about it, I realize they got me worked up on purpose just so I would be less likely to catch anything off them." The sneaky little shits. "What about you? I noticed you and the other guys smelled like a cigar factory."
"They dragged me to a cigar club," Loki admitted.
I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it, but I sobered when I moved my hand and caught a glimpse of my wedding ring.
Loki had designed them, and Thor had picked them up from the Asgardian jewelry smith sometime early this morning. Both rings were in gold, the settings stylized into a Viking ouroboros, a snake coiling in on itself and eating its own tail. In the center of the loop the snake made, two gemstones made into the shapes of hearts sat side by side. One was emerald, and obviously represented my husband. The other...
"Why a ruby for me?" I asked him, holding up my hand with the ring on it.
He paused our dance, took my hand, and kissed my knuckles. "Because you are my fiery little Pet, who burns with passion, and causes me to do the same."
Fuck me. He was on a roll this evening, and I was ready to drag him upstairs to the bedroom.
Loki's thoughts were going in the same direction. "You know...I really should punish you for what you were intending to do with those horseshoes you wanted to pick up at those stables..."
My jaw dropped. "It was a passing thought! You can't punish me for fantasizing about throwing a horseshoe at one of the noble's heads like a frisbee to give them an idea of what it'd be like to be pelted by a horde of them raining from the sky! We didn't even stop at the stables to get any!"
Loki's shoulders were shaking but he said, "It is my wedding day. I can do what I want."
"What do you mean, your wedding day?"
His hand was in my hair and tugging my head back before I finished the sentence. "Someone," he purred in my ear, "Needs to be reminded of her place."
Just like that, my knees melted. The rest of my body followed when Loki's cool tongue traced my cheek and then swirled on the outer shell of my ear. I whimpered.
Loki's tuxedo jacket had some off a while ago along with the tie. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to bare his forearms, the top buttons of the dress shirt open to display the upper part of his chest. I was already moving my arm to insert my hand into the opening to feel the skin underneath, but Loki pulled away from me. I couldn't help my response.
"Don't give me that whine," Loki tsked, reaching around my body to find the hidden zipper on the back of my dress. "We haven't even started yet."
My dress slowly loosened around me as his nimble fingers lowered the zipper. His hands whispered down my shoulders and arms as he aided me in getting my arms out of the sleeves, and then the dress pooled around my hips.
The expression on his face was totally worth the discomfort I had been in.
The corset teddy had, of course, been a Yelena idea. It was the exact color of the dress, a one-piece ensemble with steel boning along the waist and ribs. It pushed my breasts up, cupping them in lace detail which was repeated under the boning to the panty area. The back of it was a thong, and the thing was complete with garter straps to hold up the black silk stockings I had been wearing under the dress.
I had been having trouble breathing in the thing, and it was all the more reason I had been distressed when Jericho came to collect me with that zombie outbreak story...I couldn't see fighting in the thing. Fighting while wearing corsets was something that only actresses in cheesy TV shows and movies did. And this thing was laced up tight. Yelena, of course, had been the one to help me into it, and she hadn't held back when it came to binding me in the thing. The woman would make an excellent Domme if she wanted to be.
Loki studied the getup, and his pupils were so dilated that they almost completely obscured his irises. "Where did..."
"Yelena."
Loki nodded. That was all the explanation that was needed. Then he grabbed my arm, yanked me against his body, and kissed me hungrily.
I moaned, letting my hands roam, my fingers unbuttoning that damn shirt. I wanted the thing off. I wanted skin.
Loki moved to my neck, kissing and biting and driving me insane. His hands were on my back, fingers working the strings keeping the corset tied up loose. I felt the boning around my ribs give away a little, making it slightly easier to get a breath. I had finally gotten his shirt all the way open, but Loki was not cooperating with my plan to get it all the way off him. I decided to push at his chest to see if he'd get the hint.
Instead, he grabbed me, spun me around, and made me bend over at the waist. I caught myself on the arm of the sofa, trembling as his lips met the back of my neck. His fingers worked to loosen the corset lacing, the kisses trailing down my spine as more of my back was bared. I tried to stay still and not squirm under his regard, but I couldn't hold back the moans.
It seemed like I was bent over the sofa arm forever while Loki took his time working the corset open. Finally, the thing was completely undone, and he slide it off, biting my hip while he let the teddy fall to my feet. By this time, I was a quivering, needy mess on the verge of tears. I heard clothing rustle, heard an item of his clothing hit the floor, but I wasn't able to glance back to see what it was before...
"Fuck!" I screamed when Loki's hands spread my legs and his mouth clamped onto my lower lips. I gripped the sofa hard, my fingers ripping into the upholstery. We'd be getting a bill. I had a feeling it would be just one of several we'd get as souvenirs from this honeymoon.
His tongue swirled around my clit and labia lips, the suction of his mouth driving me to reach for something...a pillow, a cushion, anything...to bite into. My scream was going to be loud. My fist smacked the sofa seat when I couldn't find anything, and I was already seeing stars. Those stars exploded more when Loki began toying with the plug I always wore in my ass. It rarely came out, and he was fucking me with it now as he sucked harder.
I was so close. I was right on the edge.
So I couldn't help my scream of frustration when he stopped and pulled his mouth away. Tears sprang to my eyes. I was shaking with the need to come.
He spun my body around and pushed me onto the sofa. I gasped, squirming in desperation while I watched him unbutton and unzip his tux pants. He was taking his time, watching me with an intense focus that only fed my all-consuming need.
I didn't dare say anything, not even to beg him to hurry up and get inside me. I knew better.
Loki pounced me then, grabbing my throat and claiming my mouth with his own, sliding his tongue into my mouth while pushing my legs apart with his body. I felt him slide inside me, his hips beginning to piston while his pubic bone bore down on my clitoris to give me the pressure there I needed.
He didn't hold back. There was no holding back tonight. And I was glad for it.
Hours later, we had finally made it to the master suite where we fed each other berries and chocolate and generally acted like a couple of lovestruck newlyweds. It was romantic and sappy and wonderful.
"We still have a feast in New Asgard to get through," Loki reminded me, playing with the pair of fuzzy cuffs Stark had left as a "gift". I wasn't so sure I liked the gleam in his eyes as he studied them. Well, I was game if he wanted to try, even though being bound really wasn't my thing.
"Mmmm...making me picture a bunch of drunk Asgardians getting into fights and daring each other with thrown axes and other sharp objects. You really know how to do pillow talk," I cracked, popping a strawberry into my mouth.
He smacked my ass for that remark. Worth it.
"We should still discuss..."
"I know, but can we put it off for a little bit? I finally admitted that I'm an angel, that's already a huge step. I'm not in a hurry to work on the rest of it yet."
Loki studied me. "I just want to make sure you are okay. I know how it is, coming to accept who you really are, and I know what it is to be alone in coming to terms with it. You are not alone...you have me, among others, but...I do not know any other angels. Neither do Stephen nor Jericho, I asked them. None of us know how to get ahold of any others of your kind either. Another angel would be better equipped to help you learn about your abilities..."
"Yeah, and among the only other angels I have met, there are the ones who kidnapped and tortured me, and then there's the one who stalked me for my entire life, and then decided to make me like him right before he died. I'm really not in a hurry to find any others." I shrugged. "You and Stephen have been able to help me so far. I don't see any reason why I can't just continue to learn from the two of you. Especially now, since we no longer are distracted by wedding plans nor by Wakandan warrior women beating me up on a daily basis."
"This is true," Loki mused. I cuddled up to him and he put his arm around me.
No, there would be plenty of time to deal with all the implications of my status and learn how to control my powers.
For now, I was going to bask in the joy of being Loki's wife.
He leaned over and nibbled the side of my neck.
Well, joy and ecstasy.