Holly melted into him slowly, hands gripping his trousers at the hips. A small whimper left her lips as Loki pulled away just slightly, but immediately placed his lips back upon hers, cradling the back of her head in his hand. She gently slid her hands up his torso and to chest, feeling his muscles beneath his kingly outfit. Holly slowly pulled away, resting her forehead against his.
"You were saying?" he whispered, eyes opening to find hers still closed.
"I…" she trailed off, looking up into his eyes. "Loki, I…" she breathed, glancing down at his lips and then back up to his eyes. Her only response was to wrap her arms around the back of his neck and kissing him deeply again. Loki tried his hardest not to take her right then and there on the table. Suddenly, she pushed away from him, her hands shakily going to her head. "Loki, we shouldn't." He watched with an amused expression.
"Your body is telling me the completely opposite, my dear." He said, his stance now authoritative.
"I know. I just…" she turned away, biting her bottom lip. "You know we shouldn't do this."
"I know no better." He said, raising an eyebrow at her and cocking his head. "You could just let it happen."
"I could, but what are the consequences for me?" Holly challenged, turning back around. "When I get back to Midgard, I would go back to no job, no colleagues."
"What ever gave you the idea that you were going back?" he countered, stepping closer. Holly stood her ground. "You will be released when I say so." When she was silent, he spoke again, "If I so chose, you could be here with me for the rest of your life."
"What made you this way?" Holly said suddenly, changing the subject. "What made you want to rule people in this way, Loki?"
"We're not discussing this." He growled, standing his ground.
"Why do you want to possess me so badly?" she challenged further, advancing him. He shot her a warning glare, refusing to sway. "When you weren't able to overtake Midgard, did you settle on taking over one Midgardian?"
"So you admit that I do interest you?" he smirked, taking a step forward. Her eyes widened as she froze in place.
"I didn't say that. I didn't even imply that."
"You admitted that I'm taking over you." He grinned, taking another step forward. Holly began to panic, knowing that he had been waiting for her to admit it. "You admitted, indirectly of course, that you find me attractive as well."
"No, I-"
"Silence." He said, eyes cold. "Do not lie to me. I know when you are lying." Holly was silent, biting the inside of her cheek. With a small nod, she stepped towards him.
"I do find you attractive, but we're not meant to be together, nor should we entertain those thoughts." She whispered. "Let's stop while we're ahead." As Holly began to retreat, he was in front of her, arms around her waist.
"Let us not." He whispered, placing another kiss on her lips. Holly fought him at first, but then melted as he gently caressed her cheekbone with his knuckles.
"Loki," she murmured as he gently trailed kisses from her lips to her neck. "We shouldn't."
"We should and we will." He whispered in her ear. "Now, we're going to finish our dinner, then I'm going to show you something." Loki ushered her back over to her chair, sitting her down. Snapping to his servants, he motioned for his plate setting to be moved next to hers. They obeyed more than willingly, moving everything immediately for him. Once they had finished, he sat down next to her with a small smile. Holly watched him closely, afraid that he would make a move on her. He was quite the gentleman, keeping his hands to himself and keeping the conversation topic off whatever was going on between them.
"You're very well behaved." She commented as they finished the last part of their meal. A small grimace took over his face.
"Thanks to Frigga, I suppose." He sounded quite bitter. She knew very little about his background.
"If you don't mind me asking... why don't you refer to her as your mother?" she asked gently. Thinking it might get her further (and aching for his touch), she gently placed her hand over one of his that rested upon the table.
Startled by her touch, he looked at her with wide green eyes, but quickly recovered. He told her the story of how Odin had found him in a post-battle Jotunheim, how the king of Asgard had brought him back to grow up with Thor, but never informed him that Loki was not a true Odinson.
Holly could feel the hurt radiating off his skin, the voice anger-laden. Her fingers slowly threated through his in comfort, her thumb traced the back of his hand gently.
"I'm sorry, Loki. I shouldn't have pried." She said quietly as they sat in silence.
"Do not apologize. I willingly told you." He matched her tone, standing. "Shall I show you what I planned on showing you before?" Holly nodded, standing and taking his arm.