Mabel stood in front of his door. Her heart hammered so powerfully in her chest, she could hardly breathe. Maybe this was a mistake. She tightened the belt on her trench coat.

She turned to go but turned back again. She knocked. Then turned around to run.

The door swung open, and she swiveled her head around. There he was. His tie gone, top buttons undone, sleeves rolled up. His hair was unkempt, and she struggled to not run to him, plunge her hands in the curls and hold his mouth to hers.

"Mabel, what the devil?"

"Hi."

"You knock on my door and then run away?"

"I… I have a… Can I come in?" She'd decided now. No turning back.

He smiled. A wicked grin full of mischief. He widened the door so she could pass.

Her nerves bundled as she planted herself in the middle of his room. "So, all went well today?" she asked. "You and Mobius and your theory?"

He crossed his arms and leaned back on the door, his eyes roving over her body under her jacket. "It did. We're going to Ravonna with the plan tomorrow for approval. We found a disaster where the Variant might be hiding."

"That's great! It's really great."

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I…"

He took a step toward her and put his hands in his pockets. She stared at his broad shoulders, his searching eyes.

"I- I'll just tell you. I've been seeing things. When we touch. Things that confuse me, dreams that I can see in my mind. Like memories that don't belong to me, but they feel so real I can't shake them."

He took another step closer. "What kind of dreams?"

"I can't say yet. Not until I see the whole vision."

His eyes went suddenly hazy. "If I understand you correctly," he said, his tone quiet and deep. "You're here so I can touch you. Is that what you're saying?"

Her mouth went dry. "Yes. And me touch you. If you'll let me." She untied the belt to her trench coat and opened the lapels to her bare shoulders. His eyes shot wide. She was only in a pair of lacy pale blue matching lingerie. The coat slid from her arms to the floor slowly.

She watched as he went from shock to lust, his hand going over his chest. He drank her in up and down, his fingers flexing. "My little seductress. How different you are from the delicate flower that first propositioned me."

"Is that bad?" she asked lifting her hair to fluff it, then let her hands drift down her body.

His eyes burned into her. The room was suddenly scorching hot. She shifted her weight to her right foot, her hip popping. His arousal was evident, and she realized in this moment, she had the power. It frightened her and excited her all at once.

"No," he said, his voice deep and rich. "I'll take you any way I can get you."

She moved toward him until she was gazing up at his bewildered face and placed her hands on his chest. She undid each button on his uniform slowly. His labored breath was in her face as he leaned down, his fingers pressing greedily into her hips. Popping the last button, she pulled the shirt from his body, letting it drop to the floor. Running her hand down his torso, she felt his sharp intake of breath underneath. She removed his grip from her waist and he let out a frustrated yet intrigued groan.

She started to circle him, her fingers trailing over his skin as the broad muscles of his back flexed under her touch. She raked her nails down, the rumble in his chest her reward.

The power she held was intoxicating. He was responding to her now, his head rolling back, his groans deep and satisfied. She continued around, running her hand up his bicep, reveling in the dips and swells of his muscles.

"My life was ordered before you. It made sense," she said.

The vision of the Asgardian field was there, untangling in the back of her mind. She let it idle and put her focus back on him, coming around so they were face to face.

"And now?" he asked, trailing a finger down her cheek as they leaned toward each other.

"Now I crave chaos."

He slammed her body to his, lifting her so her heat could press against his arousal as she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Do you feel that?" he asked, only a breath between them. "That's what you do to me."

She tightened her arms around his neck. His chest was firm against her, real and solid. She wound her hands into his dark curls, and he groaned as she nuzzled against his head with hers.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, labored in her ear as she ground her hips against him.

"I want to love you."

He drew her away to look in her eyes. His eyebrows were lifted, confusion on his face.

"Fuck me," she said.

He growled squeezing her closer. He carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and climbed over her. "I'll restrain myself from kissing your lips," he said putting his face in the crook of her neck. She felt his mouth open, his tongue graze her skin. She sank her head back into the bed. "But I can't say the same for your body."

An explosion of tingles went out to her abdomen. He trailed his mouth down her neck, her clavicle, over the lace of her bra. He parted his lips swiping at her nipple underneath with his tongue. She gasped, pushing her breasts up for better access. The pulses from his ministrations were electric, indulgent.

He unclasped the garment from behind her back and pulled the whole thing off her arms and threw it behind him. With a grunt of appreciation, he took the nub back into his mouth and sucked while his fingers worked the other. She cried out, feeling a surge of moisture between her legs and opened her knees to cradle him.

He looked up at her face, his eyes a blue flame. Working his way down her stomach with kisses and pressured touches from his fingers, he reached the edge of her panties.

"You're so soft, it's overwhelming," he said fitting his fingers under her waistband.

"I want you," she said. The heat was incredible.

"You'll have me." He pulled her underwear off, dragging it down her legs, then pushed them open wider and bent his head.

"Loki!" she said, scooting up on her elbows.

He just took her hand, placed it on his cheek. Then with a smile full of sin he fit his mouth over her entrance. Gasping, she stared at him shocked, as he swirled and lapped at her folds with his tongue. Her fingers tugged at his hair as she collapsed backward struggling to gain breath.

"Loki, Loki… oh god."

He pulled away only to stroke his finger over her clit eliciting sweet high moans from her throat. "At last someone giving me the respect I'm due." He said it as a half joke, and despite the mind numbing pleasure coursing through her body, she giggled.

"You are," she said, her smile fading. "The god of my idolatry."

He locked eyes with her. "Shakespeare."

She nodded. Something flashed in his expression. Recognition. But it was quickly replaced by lust as she reached a hand for him, opening her legs wider.

"Please." The pulse in her heat was unbearable. She needed him. The vision was growing stronger.

He stood, removing the rest of his clothes. She'd never grow tired of that sight. He was swollen and it was only for her. He fit himself between her thighs, and pressed his mouth against her cheek almost violently, her name on his lips between kisses. Kissing and kissing, her neck and breasts as she pushed her hips up against him urging him inside.

"Patience," he said. "You need your vision. I need to worship you."

She closed her eyes, relishing the strength of his body over hers, his mouth trailing fire wherever he kissed.

The vision became more clear.

Sitting under that tree on the blanket, she, Loki, Thor. Her mother-their Tutor. Reading from a Midgardian book. Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet.

She forced her mind to the present. She held his back, wrapping her legs around him. "Darling, my sweet," she said. Her accent changed. "Loki, be one with me again darling."

He wasted no time. He pushed in with a grunt, and she gave herself permission to kiss his neck. His skin was sweet and salt and firm under her mouth. He groaned, and sped his thrusts, until she was crying out, his name on her lips and her true name resounding in her head.

Sigyn.