Aeipathy: An enduring and consuming passion.
"You really rather enjoy sex, don't you?" Loki asks Thor mildly after the fourth night in a row Thor has thrown him down into the sheets and proceeded to ravish him. Four times in a row has Loki tried to protest, claiming that he is tired, that is not feeling well, and four times Thor has pouted before making up his mind to ravish Loki anyway.
"It isn't as if you do not, fairest," Thor points out, rolling onto his side, his chest still heaving like a winded bull after a rodeo. "As I seem to recall, one of your favourite words is 'more.'"
Loki rolls his eyes and chooses to ignore this truth.
"I find it hard to believe that you have not yet tired of me," Loki says jestingly, nudging Thor in the ribs. Thor smiles exhaustedly, good-naturedly up at him. "It's been centuries now."
"Aye, centuries, and every time feels somewhat like the first," Thor says, tracing a finger across the sharp slope of Loki's hip, dipping his fingers down into the slick wetness of Loki's cunt and rubbing slightly. Loki shivers weakly, attempts to bat Thor's hand away to no avail. "And, of course, you enjoy changing yourself from time to time for my pleasures."
"They are for my own," Loki says stubbornly, but he cannot stop the tiny whimper that cracks from his throat as the tip of Thor's index finger skips across his clit. "I can get you deeper this way."
"Ah, is that right?" Thor asks, smiling. "How interesting. Perhaps you shall have to bewitch me one of these days. So that I may feel this as well. It might truly be a shame to sail off to Valhalla without that experience."
Loki looks at him. Finds he is serious.
"You are certain?" he asks, incredulous. "You would wish that?"
Thor shrugs, patting at Loki's thigh. "Of course. Why would I not? It would be you, after all."
And because it is not something that Thor would admit easily, and because Loki already knows the required seidr, Loki acquiesces, muttering a few words. Unfortunately, Thor's wandering touch rubs the heel of his hand deep and smooth over Loki's cunt, and a moan breaks out of Loki's throat at a crucial part in the enchantment. Thor winces as the sparks of seidr crackle against his thighs, and, once the miniature puff of smoke has cleared, looks down to find that Loki has transformed his crotch into an ear of corn.
Loki can only smile and laugh and make halfhearted promises to change it back.