I awoke to the sun shining through the doors leading to the balcony from Loki's room. Or really, our room now. I was lying on his chest, my arms wrapped around his neck. I moaned as I awoke, rolling off Loki and onto my back where I stretched my arms and legs out. Loki chuckled as his hand reached out to rest over my bare stomach as he turned on his side.
"Back to sleep my Queen. It's too early." He said through a deep, slumberous voice. I smiled, happy to lie there with his arm across my body and his breath hitting my shoulder as he continued to sleep. My eyes slowly became more alert, the clarity gaining in my eyes showing the detail of the wood on the ceiling of the four poster bed. Eventually, I was busting for the toilet so I carefully removed Loki's arm and crept out of the bed. When I came back Loki was still lying in bed, his body bare and on full display as he now slept on his back, his serene face showing he was deep in dreamland. The sheets of the bed had been furiously mistreated from the events of last night, with the fur throw rug lying in a crumpled heap on the floor along with most of the sheets from the bed as well. I laughed to myself as I remembered last night's events, surprised at the fact that I was walking properly too, considering his size, of which I examined in great detail with my eager eyes as I climbed back into bed. It was as if his sleeping body could tell I had re-entered the bed, and he moved to his side, pressing the front of his body to my back, his arm falling over me. Our feet intertwined and I felt little Loki, or really, little wasn't the right description... I felt it land on the inner of my thigh, it's large, thick nature making me snigger, and sending the sensitive parts of my body that had been so beautifully treated by it last night, into a nerve-wrecking frenzy. Loki's body jerked awake after a while, planting a kiss on my cheek. I rolled over to face him and he smiled at me, brushing my tousled hair away from my face. He carefully tucked a thick strand behind my ear as he spoke, "Good morning." His voice was soft and filled with happiness. I had never thought this side of Loki existed, but it seemed I was wrong. And I liked that I was wrong. "I think it is time for a shower." Loki stated. He pulled himself off the bed, holding my hand. He looked at me for a moment, with a sly look on his face. I understood what he meant immediately, and bounded out of the bed with a speed I didn't know I had.
The water was nice and warm when I stepped in, I began washing my hair, pulling the knots out as I rubbed my scalp with shampoo. Loki kept his arms around me as much as he could. But there was always some part of him touching me as we washed. I heard myself giggling like a five year old when he began to play with the shampoo in my hair, moulding my strands to different shapes. Eventually our shower escapade turned into yet another make out session, which I didn't mind. Not at all. But as our lips parted, and our fingers began to prune, we turned the water off and began to dry ourselves. I dressed into a simple dress, made of a beautiful silk that didn't hug my body, but instead fell loose around me, to my knees. Loki pulled his leather bound pants back on, leaving the laces undone, wearing them loosely. He remained shirtless as we stayed in our room. Not willing to go anywhere else. Our servants brought us food and drinks throughout the day and anything else we needed. But we were perfectly content with staying in our room, undisturbed.
As we sat on the large balcony, we didn't speak, we didn't need to. We sat quietly, in two long green velvet armchairs. I lay my legs across Loki's lap as I buried my face into a book. Loki sat quietly conjuring fruits and objects with his magic, he played with his daggers as well, swinging them in different directions. As I watched him over the top of my book, I felt anxious as he moved the blades so quickly.
"Don't stab yourself please." I said worriedly. He looked at me and chuckled.
"My love, I have been practicing these techniques for centuries. You need not worry about me injuring myself." He said assuringly. I smiled as I raised my book again, finding my place and continuing. Loki stood up, carefully moving my legs to stand behind me. He leaned down, kissing my cheek tenderly. "I must go now for a little while. There are some Kingly matters that need my attention." I looked over my shoulder at him, confused. "I shall try to be quick." He said before placing a strong kiss on my lips. He walked over to the wardrobe pulling a leather outfit on. He summoned Odin's staff, using his magic, that sat in the corner of the room, near our crowns. As he pulled his boots on, clasping and buckling them in place, he took one last look at me, smiling warmly, before leaving the room. I was happy to continue reading until he came back, finding that it distracted me. I wasn't disturbed by anyone as the hours of the afternoon passed by. Once I had finished the book I was reading, I checked the time. The evening sky had begun to descend upon Asgard, and Loki had been gone for about five hours. I sat on the bed, the soft, silky sheets sliding against my skin. I waited eagerly for Loki to arrive back. But as another half an hour passed, I grew impatient. I went to the bathroom to check that I looked ok. I brushed my hair, and checked my face. As I made my way back into the bedroom, sitting myself on the bed, I sighed impatiently. I wanted sex, dammit. Where was he? I decided to surprise him, so I undressed myself and lay naked on the sheets of the bed. And when he finally arrived back, bursting through the doors, staff in hand, his eyes looked around the room eagerly. As he put the staff down and his stare found their way to the bed, he smiled lustfully. His eyes became ravenous as he bounded to the bed, ripping his leather attire off as he did. He landed on the bed with a force that made me bounce. He pressed his palm against the back of my head, pulling our lips closer as his other hand ran down the inner of my thigh. What clothes he had left, I pulled off with no care of whether the clothes survived our frivolous activities or not. I threw them aside as I laid myself down, Loki pressing against me. He chuckled, as I reached down, grabbing him gently and guiding him inside. His eyes closed for a moment, his brows furrowing, a smile planted firmly on his lips as he entered. I laughed, pulling his face to mine and kissing him with a rough eagerness.
"I have been waiting all afternoon Loki." I said, teasing. He chuckled.
"I am sorry my Queen. Duty called."
"And what about your duty to your Queen?" I challenged playfully. He lowered his head into the nape of my neck as he spoke between thrusts.
"You shall always take priority. I am sorry my love. Never again." His voice was filled with honesty but also a need and desire that was undeniable and clear as day in his lustfully raging green pupils. I ran my hands along his back as he continued to thrust, my body moving with him. Gasps escaped both of us as we moved. My hands grabbed his behind pushing him into me further. He only chuckled. "I knew you were a strong woman, with fire. But I did not expect so much fire in bed." His voice broke as he talked. He began to kiss my jawline, smiling.
"Well... I'm full of surprises." I replied. "So you're basically saying that I'm freakishly good in bed?" I joked. He looked at me, a wicked smile on his face.
"That you are. By great means." He said earnestly. I smiled, before shrugging.
"Yeah... You're not too bad..." I teased. He laughed. "I think I'm going to need a bit more proof though..." I mused playfully. He smiled before suddenly thrusting harder than he ever had before. He put all his energy into his movements, a low grunt emanating from his throat as he did. His strong, piercing gaze stayed on mine as we felt ourselves lifting. Higher and higher... He thrusted harder. A type of strength in his thrust that I didn't think was physically possible, but it sent me flying over the edge. My hands grasped onto the sheets surrounding me, as I screamed out in ecstasy. He buried his face next to mine as a loud grunt found its way out of his throat as I felt him fill me up inside. He laughed, but didn't pull out, as I liked it. And we stayed still like this for a long time.