Sensory Deprivation feat. Jotun!Loki

This was going to be tough, Nat knew that going into it, but she'd never expected it to be, well, this difficult. She'd been through hell before, rough situations where she'd been unable to use one or more of her senses, she'd survived missions with her hands tied behind her back or above her head, had made her way through companies without the use of her sight. This was nothing like that. She'd been blindfolded before being laid down on a bed-hers, judging by the familiarity of the bedspread beneath her-and her arms were bound above her head. Typical, normal. She could do this. And then her hearing disappeared.

Heart jolting into her throat, she tried calling out to Loki, thrashing her head around to try and gain some semblance of balance, control. The room was heating up, too, making her uncomfortable even though all she was wearing was her own skin, but the sweat that had begun to pool on her torso and collar was making her whine. A finger, cool and dry, pressed to her lips, and she opened them, shifting her head to try and get closer to the chilly appendage, anything to help with this ridiculous warmth. Who's bright idea was this, anyway? She hated the heat! The finger moved its way down her face, tracing the line of her jaw, down her throat, tracing meaningless patterns and lines as it went. The change, from hot to cold, made her feel as though she was being filleted alive, chills spreading and combating with the heat for reign over her body. She felt herself whine and arch against it, trying to get more where she could, but the more she tried to move towards it the further away it got until she had no choice but to huff and lay back down, doing her best to stay completely still, the scent of her arousal staining the air. Easier said than done, it turned out.

She could feel something move beside her, growing closer, and she turned her head in the direction she thought it was coming from. Nothing. Nothing moved, shifted, or touched her, leaving her feeling completely isolated and shivering despite the temperature. What the hell kind of game was being played, here? She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, when something cold was pressed into it, silencing her while her tongue massaged the intruding fingers. The skin was soft and ripped a moan from her as they explored her mouth, allowing her to suck on them gently. It didn't prepare her, though, for the mouth that descended on her breasts, taking one in right after the other. Though the lips were cold the mouth itself, and tongue that lapped at her nipples, were hot, making her ache and tremble beneath her tormentor's touch.

"Please," she felt her lips move, unsure if the word was ever vocalized or not as she bucked her hips upward, desperate for some sort of stimuli. Beside her the figure vibrated, almost as though they were laughing, and another hand skimmed down the surface of her stomach, spreading chills and shivers as it went, making air difficult to come by as the lips followed the new path, moving down further and further-.

Though she couldn't hear it she felt the moan rip its way through her throat, body locking for half a moment as the same tongue from before pressed itself into her slick center, pulling her apart piece by piece until she trembled, sucking and licking where it pleased and sending her body into absolute overdrive, hips snapping up around the mouth determined to break her down bit by bit.

Never before had she heard her orgasm come so loudly in her ears, the noise an absolute rush that started at the very tips of her toes until it spread up her feet, legs, torso, heaving chest, and finally up to her brain, overloading her body with pleasure as she writhed and screamed soundlessly. All the while the lips let her ride out her orgasm, teasing her clit and all but drinking the come that came from her, not pulling away until she was boneless and out of breath.

She hadn't thought it could get any better, but sure enough the bed shifted once more as the figure between her legs moved, hips lined up, and she gasped for air as a cock was pressed into her. Rather than the cold she was expecting, like the hands that currently held her tight by the hips, it was warm, solid, and slid perfectly inside her. Her legs wrapped themselves around the cold body in front of her as she started rocking back against the man, swirling her hips to try and gain some sort of idea of how he was feeling. Judging by how tight his hands had grown on her skin, how bright the bruises would be the next day, she was guessing that she was doing a pretty damn good job, and couldn't help but grin as he bucked harder into her. With a great shuddering cry, the volume of which she could only guess at, she let her second orgasm overcome her, digging her heels into her partner's back, trying to hold him as close as she could. Between her legs she felt him twitch and spill himself inside her, the heat spreading through her whole body until she was sure it would set off another orgasm inside of her. The cold body collapsed atop her, a nose nuzzling at her throat until she tipped her head to the side to allow him better access. Cold teeth marked her skin one last time, sucking and biting at her soft throat until she was sure he could devour her whole neck.

Her hearing returned to her without a warning, making her gasp, the noise more hoarse than she could've imagined as she tried sitting up to gain the rest of her bearings. Above her there was a soft, familiar chuckle, and the blindfold was removed next. The whole room was dim, lit only by a mass of candles spread out around the pair. Loki looked back up at her, but it wasn't the Loki she knew. His skin was bright blue, puckered with rounded lines that sprawled across his entire body, and the eyes that stared up at her were a fierce red.

"Surprise," he murmured, leaning up to kiss her. It was tentative, as though he was terrified she would pull away, but she only returned it with vigor, so glad to see again that he could've been bright pink and wearing a tutu for all she would've cared.

"That was incredible. You're incredible," she whispered against his lips, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him once he'd pulled away. "Seriously. You're beautiful like this."

A dark blush spread across his face as he unbound her hands, allowing her the chance to run them up and down his cold skin. It felt like heaven, even as the heat of the room dissipated, and she kissed him hard again, pressing herself as close to his chilly body as possible. Not ten minutes later and that was how they fell asleep, curled up in a mess of blankets, Loki's arms wrapped around Nat's waist and her head buried against his chest. She wouldn't have had it any other way.

A/N: Well that was fun-hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!