Kissing Loki was fast becoming one of my favorite hobbies - BUT, I wondered - pulling away, I smiled as his eyes opened to find mine. As if I'd disappear or if I were a dream.
"Did you not find your flavor as delectable as I?" He let our noses brush, apparently as aghast at the idea of pulling too far apart as I was.
"It isn't that," I bit my lip, thinking now was not the time to be coy or bashful. "I was thinking that I'd like to know how YOU taste, my prince." His sharp inhale told me how unexpected my thoughts were and I almost took it back, but his thumbs were brushing my cheeks and holding my face captive so I couldn't hide myself away from him.
"Are you only asking because you think it's what's expected?" Confusion must have been as clear on my face as the title on the spine of one of our books because his smile flirted with his lips. "I would never want you to reciprocate ONLY because you think it's what I EXPECT, Sigyn." He swallowed so loudly that I knew he wanted me to, but he wanted to get his point across first - still my teacher, even in this. "Lovemaking is - I -" he was searching and grasping for words, Loki, the silver tongued son of Odin. "I love you," if he'd made me breathless when his mouth and tongue had tasted me, then THIS stopped my heart completely. "I've loved you from the first moment I cast my eyes on you - and I never want you to do anything that you don't truly want to do - not when we're here, together and being intimate."
"You love me?" My teeth worried my lip, and I saw him realize that he'd confessed his feelings to me. He started to pull away, but I wound my fingers through his hair and held tight. "Don't you dare move, Loki Odinson." A rueful smile crawled across his lips. "You do NOT confess your love to a lady and then rush off." A soft chuckle fell from his lips and my own smile came out to play. "I think I knew," one perfectly arched eyebrow rose in contention and my chin went up to hold my own. "I did, even if I didn't KNOW that's what all the little things meant." Now his grin truly grew. "I love you, too -" Loki came closer to steal another kiss, but I wasn't finished. "Even if I have these urges to toss sharp things at your head now and then."
His laughter shook the bed and I realized that I wanted to hear his laughter forever.
"Now," once he regained some composure and had stolen his kiss. "May I taste you, my prince?"
He was staring at me like he had won a grand prize - and I felt exactly the same way. "If you find anything distasteful," Loki was lying back, taking my spot against the pillows.
"I promise, I'll spit you right back out," he shook his head, and I looked down at where he was spread before me like a buffet of Loki. "This is my first go - so," nervous that I'd look stupid or not do it well started to rush through me, now that I had him in place.
His fingertips met my hand and my eyes locked on his. "You're perfect and this is natural," he assured me. "Do whatever feels right, and I'll help in any way you wish." Nodding, I thought it best to follow the path that he'd led with - starting with a kiss, which he surprised me by allowing me to both control and draw out.
When I pulled away, his eyes were slower to open and meet mine. "I think I like this -" his lips curled into a smile, tongue hiding behind his teeth. "You in MY thrall."
"I'm always in your thrall, Sigyn." He whispered, sighing as I let my nose trace a path down his cheek, my lips teasing his chin. "Tease."
"I learned from the best," I murmured, nipping at the spot where I could feel his pulse pounding. "You do taste amazing," he did, salty and cool - like mint and honestly I didn't care.
I wanted more. Using the map he'd created on my skin, I kept going. Neck, shoulder, while he didn't have the ampleness that my chest offered, I found his nipples were as sensitive as mine - earning his hissed breath and his fingers tangling in my hair. I was as careful at keeping things equal with his body as he'd been with mine - both sides getting the same ardent attention before sliding ever lower. His tight, muscled abdomen being much harder to tease with my teeth than mine had been, but then I found myself confronted with our biggest difference.
"My, my, Loki," I was kneeling between his spread legs and his linen undergarment was straining with more need than I think anyone in Asgard would have given him credit for having. "What have we here?"
"You really needn't," he was panting as hard as I had been while he took his tour of my body, but I wasn't finished yet.
Our eyes met and I wanted to know - his skin was so cool, was THIS part of him as cool to the touch? Lowering my hand, I cupped him, tracing his length as he gaped for air. Cool and rigid, but soft too, I still had the linen in the way, but a whisper and it was gone. The heat of my hand against his coolness and he suddenly found air.
"Sigyn," was he praying? "Oh," I was barely touching him, and I was still so curious about how he would taste -
He was on his elbows and I knew he was watching me, but I couldn't keep my eyes on his AND taste him - not the first taste at least. And the first taste - my goodness. I'd compared him to mint and salt, but it did him no justice - the way Loki tastes is incomparable to any flavor found on Asgard and while I hadn't had any Midgardian cuisine or visited any of the other realms, I highly doubted they could compare either. Eventually I could open my eyes and meet his gaze, his jaw tense as his fingers were still tangled in my hair, but I was focused on his flavor and trying to place it - like a memory or a dream.
He didn't let me finish - he pulled me away, kissing me breathless and telling me that I was perfect and his. "I wasn't finished," he laughed, still catching his breath.
"No, but I think if you had," he rolled me onto my back and settled himself between my legs again, hand sliding up one bare leg to my knee. "We wouldn't get to do this -" one thrust and I was thankful that he'd stopped me. I was full and fulfilled all at once - how was that possible. "See?" He didn't move, not for a moment, letting me adjust to another new feeling.
"Move, Loki," I begged, and he lowered his mouth to mine, rocking into me as my body seemed to know the steps to this new dance. I arched and moaned, while he growled and rocked. Hours, days, probably minutes, but no one was counting, not after we'd waited what must have been lifetimes - and with a roar he pulled away from my mouth and I was already shaking from feeling like I'd fallen over a cliff repeatedly without aid of magic or a helping hand. He looked just as shaken.
He stayed that way, hovering over me, deeply embedded inside of me as we both caught our breath again - still shaken to our cores. Loki's forehead pressed against mine as I felt him growing limp and a forced parting, our breaths mingling - hot and cool - blue and green eyes locked together. "You - I didn't plan on spending our first day on Midgard like this -" he was smiling and I laughed. "Much better than any tour we could have chosen."
"Does this mean I don't get to see any of this realm, my prince?" I teased. "If you wanted this to happen all along -" I sighed and rolled my eyes. "We could have stayed home."
"That mouth of yours, Lady Sigyn," stern and warning, but I wasn't worried. "I told you it will get you in trouble."
"Are you going to punish me, Loki?" His eyes flashed and his nostrils flared.
"Maybe," my stomach clenched. "First we should probably bathe and find food." I laughed and he smiled, bursting that bubble we could still create. "Though I think I will join you this time." Oh, that was a happier proposition.
