Sixty Eight.
I followed Loki through the darkness. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust and held tightly to his hand. He finally stopped at at the edge of the wood line. A blanket had already been laid out. Loki sat gathering me into his arms. With a flick of his wrist a dozen candles lit up around us.
"I'm sorry. I really am." He sighed into my neck.
"It's my fault really. I shouldn't be so jealous."
"No. It's my fault for all of this. For bringing you to Alfheim, away from your home."
"Loki." I cooed turning to face him. His ruby eyes greeted me. I looked him over quickly, loving his Jotun form. Loving he changed without me asking. "Damn. This is for me?"
"It's for both of us." He blushed, darker blue flooding his cheeks. His lips met mine in the first passionate kiss we'd share in over a month. I wove my fingers into his thick hair, pulling him tight against me as I straddled him. I traced the dark lines across his face, he moaned lightly leaning into my touch. I kissed him harder, bruising our lips.
"Loki, it isn't too soon, is it?" I paused kissing his cheek.
"No. It's been too long since we made love." He said kissing down my jaw and neck. His fingers grasping the edge of my shirt.
"It's only been a few weeks." I protested. He laughed pulling my shirt over my head. He ran his fingers over my chest, stroking the metal of the reactor. It was a feeling I'd never tired of. His long fingers brushing the outer ring of metal, even as he held me possessively in sleep.
He kissed along my jaw, nipping at my ear lobes. I moaned, desperately clutching at his shirt, ripping it off him. I roughly ran my fingers down his spine. I kissed along his throat feeling the low vibration of his needy moans.
"You want this, don't you?" I asked huskily, my fingers tangling into his hair as I brought him in for a deep kiss.
"Yes." He gasped. I pushed him down into the blanket, rocking my hips into his. Kissing down his chest and stomach, following the dark markings, over the faint scars. My fingers just grazing the waistband of his pants. His fingers brushed my hair lightly, his breathing becoming labored. I worked his pants off him and sat back, admiring my blue skinned beauty. My fingers still tracing the pattern down his legs and back up his inner thighs. He shivered under my touch. I lowered my head licking along the dark lines leading up his thighs. I was teasing him, never allowing myself to touch the sensitive flesh. Loki squirmed underneath me, trying to force my touch. I spread his legs apart, holding him down as I continued teasing his firm muscles. He whined and moaned for more.
I finally reached my tongue out to the underside of his hardened cock. I lightly licked downward, grazing over his clitoris and lips, lapping up the wetness already there. I drove my tongue into him loving the taste of him. My hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him. He rocked his hips into me, directing me into more sensitive areas. I happily abided adding two fingers into his opening, lubing them up to prepare him.
He took the opportunity to turn the tables on me, making my pants vanish into thin air. He climbed over me, settling over my hardened cock, teasing me. Loki took his time kissing my cheeks and neck. His fingertips drawing light patterns over my chest.
"What would I ever do without you?" Loki whispered.
"I don't know, kill your brother and subjugate my world?" I answered with a smirk. He playfully smacked me, sitting back touching his wet folds to me. He rocked against me teasing both of us with his movements. I traced the dark markings down his thighs while he gasped at the sensation of my cock rubbing against his clitoris. He adjusted sliding over me. A low moan filled the darkness as he was tighter than I remembered. His rocking became a steady rhythm, a soft moan with each time I filled him completely.
I reached up, drawing his hair away from his face. I pulled him close into a deep kiss. I smiled, our noses touching.
"I love you, Loki."
"I love you too, Tony." He breathed. I thrust into him, needing him. I held him against my chest, thrusting frantically into him as he tightened around me. Exploding deep within him.
We laid tangled together, trying to catch our breath, for what seemed like an eternity. I played with a strand of his hair, twisting it around my fingers. He softly kissed my neck before sitting up. He smiled, sated. He cleaned the stickiness off us by magic and redressed us.
I curled up next to him on the blanket, kissing his neck and chest. A cold breeze blew out our candles leaving us under a starlit sky. Loki shivered, I grabbed one of the extra blankets and wrapped it around ourselves.
"Winter's coming." He mumbled into my hair. "Do you miss home?"
"A little. I miss Jarvis and coffee." I laughed. "Do you think we've given the rest of the team enough time?"
"I think so. I was planning on taking you home soon."
"It's your home too." I smirked. We both gazed at the stars, holding each other. "Loki?"
"Yes, love?"
"I've been here a month, right?"
"More or less." He answered.
"Does Alfheim not have a moon?"
"No. It does not."
"I miss the moon too." I sighed.
"Do you want to know where Midgard is?" He whispered. My eyes brightened.
"You can see Midgard from here?
"Of course, you can see three of the remaining eight realms from here, including Asgard." Loki pressed his cheek to mine, pointing into the darkness. He pointed to a bright star. "That is Asgard."
"Where's home?" I wondered aloud. He turned us and pointed at a dim star.
"That, is Midgard." He whispered. I stared into the night sky at the star. I was the only person from Earth that had ever seen our sun from such a distance. Loki readjusted me again pointing at a dim blue star.
"And that is Jotunheim. It's why I love this place, I can see all four realms I've called home. That's why I wanted to share it with you." He kissed the top of my head.
"We're going to be okay, aren't we?" I murmured snuggling into him.
"We will. Just need to take it day by day." Loki sighed.