[The sudden pain of pulling her hair is all worth it for the look on his face, for the sounds he makes, for the way he says her name. She is so overcome by his pleasure that he's the only thing keeping her properly on her knees instead of sinking fully to the floor.
And sink she does once he releases her. Her core is throbbing again, although they weren't so deeply entwined for it to be enough to bring her over the edge with him.]
I'm all right. I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself.
[ The sobriety is short-lived; he huffs out the ghost of a laugh. She looks at him with such adoration and Loki doesn't know what to do with the responsibility. Probably shouldn't try to think too hard on it, he'll ruin the moment-- he is at least self-aware to recognize this.
So he cups her cheek instead, tracing the curve of her jaw with his thumb. He brushes the corner of her lips, and it is messy and real, and leans down to reclaim her mouth with his own in a gentle kiss of apology, unmindful of tasting himself. ]
I did, [ he murmurs, withdrawing just enough to speak. He can feel it-- her need rekindled, and rekindling him in turn. ] But we're not quite done yet, are we?
[She knows what she's getting herself into. Like she'd told him, she wants to be his even knowing that he can't - or won't - be hers. Maybe there is a lie in there, maybe not...but all Wanda knows is that this feels right. She's happy for whatever he's willing to give her. And so she finds enough ability to snap out of her haze to kiss him sweetly - she's sure she must look a mess right now, but if he's fine with it, so is she.
She reaches up to touch his cheek as he withdraws. The need to be closer to him hasn't abated in the slightest.]
I hope not. [Her expression is open and adoring, but a hint of playfulness shines through.] But do you need a minute?
[...he might need to help her up. She still feels a little melted.]
[ His fingers close around her wrist, gentle, but firm. ]
What I need is you, [ he says, unabashed by the lust in his voice. In one fluid motion, he rises to his feet and tugs her closer, other arm scooping her up against his torso, and turns to face the bed. He lays her down onto the patchwork comforter, smooth and haphazard colors faded with age, its creases deepening as he kneels between her legs. Fingers ghost along the curve of her body, up her thighs to the underside of her breast where skin and muscle are not hardened by centuries of physical sparring and battle. This is not what he ever imagined contentedness to be-- had long since given up on it, the "ever after". ]
You are wondrous, [ he thinks, intending for her to hear it. For trusting him thus far, for expressing love despite his ancestry, and despite his crimes. Despite his best efforts, he thinks of those she has yet to know and feels a pang of dread at the inevitable revelation-- because how long can he continue his charade as the All-Father? Yet they may never have crossed paths otherwise.
He bends forward to reclaim her lips, the taste now bittersweet, because it would be Loki to mourn that which has just begun. The kiss is short; he moves onto her neck, teasing her skin with lips and teeth alike, and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It is as much a distraction from his thoughts as it is preparation. ]
[Again, it's thrilling how easily Loki can pick up and move her, like she weighs next to nothing. She's still not afraid of the difference in their physical strength as he climbs over her. She's always felt an instinctive sense of warmth in his presence, but since she's been here with him it's bloomed into a feelings of belonging, of home, of right. And the brief moment of psychic contact only further cements the feeling that they are both right where they need to be.
She had thought she would never find anything or anyone to fill the void left by Pietro and Sokovia. It's felt like few people see Wanda instead of a living weapon to be feared or turned to their own ends. But while their magic may have brought them together, it's not why either of them are still here.
She clings to him, arching into his touch and angling her head to offer more of her neck to him. One hand finds his hair and tangles into the soft strands.]
[ He abides, fingers trailing down to assess the wetness between her thighs. Satisfied, he guides himself into her, releasing a soft moan against her neck as they finally become one. Loki takes a moment to allow Wanda to adjust, hyper-aware of every breath and shift of her body, and it feels... safe, despite his worry for the future.
Shifting his weight, he begins moving his hips in a languid fashion, never fully withdrawing from her. The primal urge to claim has subsided for something gentler, an unhurried desire to simply be in the moment, until she indicates otherwise. ]
[She cries out at the intensity of their joining. It's easier progress than might have been expected - she is very wet for him and half-melted into the bed already. It's a pleasant stretch, even the side of it that stings, and he feels so good when he's finally seated fully inside her.
She leans her head against his and just breathes for a moment. It feels like completion. It feels like home.]
Loki...
[She sighs his name like a prayer, moaning when he begins to move. He is so careful with her, so kind, as he's always been. They move together, Wanda finding more boldness as her body fully adjusts, and finally she shifts to kiss him with the same level of softness.
She'd wanted to bottle up the feeling of his pleasure earlier, but nothing could ever compare to this. She's in no hurry to rush to the finish line, either. This is definitely about the experience, not the destination, and a gentle, thorough claiming is far more in line with her own desires.]
[ Her warmth engulfs all of his senses in heady flame, and in this moment, he surrenders.
She allows him to rediscover a person he hasn't been in centuries, to step away from self-imposed shadows -- if only briefly. Loki doubts she would have offered such grace without their shared bond, having no logical reason to, and he doubts she'll continue to do so when he can no longer quietly juggle his stolen throne and their relationship. How can he possibly keep it concealed for much longer? He'd never considered anything but the throne when he'd wrought it from Odin's gnarled hands. Rulership was to be his partner.
How could someone like him hope to change?
Her name falls from his lips like a ghost, whispers punctuated by ragged breaths and low moans drawn from the back of his throat. Her words melt away his worries, bathing him in the comfort of now, just the two of them in this bed, their haven. He watches the creases of pleasure in her expression with adoration, and pauses to indulge in yet another kiss- deeply, thoroughly. ]
Stay with me, [ he murmurs, rocking his hips once more, his voice husky with need. The books can wait. Her tutors can wait. Right now, he just wants to spend the rest of eternity in this bed with her. ]
[And stay she does, meeting him in the kiss with equal eagerness, freely surrendering herself to him for the night. She doesn't want it to end, but she is only human and her body has other needs that can only be put off so long, especially as relaxed and content as she is. Eventually they wind up curled together, Wanda's head over his heart, and they sleep. She is far less troubled than he - if nothing else, she has learned that she can only live for now because everything can be taken from her in an instant. (Or in their case, her life is a fragile thing and she could easily be taken from him. It almost happened once, on that ill-fated expedition to Muspelheim.)
She can't imagine any of the Avengers would understand or approve of her actions, but with him she is seen and understood in a way no other living person can. No one else has magic like hers. And they were always drawn together, weren't they? Even were there not soulmates, she could not exist as she is had he not brought the Scepter to Earth.
She is his, as long as he'll have her. And maybe, just maybe, for a brief moment tonight he was hers.
Her dreams are peaceful, and when the sunlight wakes her she can't find the strength to move. She stirs only enough to use her powers to draw the curtains shut and snuggles closer. Hopefully this won't be the only time they're able to indulge in each other like this, but these softer moments with Loki are rare and always to be treasured.]
[ Having briefly woken before her, Loki simply nudges her head against his cheek and makes no other motion to rise. This morning, he'd awakened next to the warmth of a loved one -- because as much as he cannot bid himself to admit it, she does ensnare his heart fully -- and he'd feared to move would break the spell, this magick she'd indulged for him, to remain at his side. Now that she'd stirred, he contemplates the wisdom, or lack thereof, in hoarding her for the day. Of all the kingdoms and races, though, the Light Elves would be the most understanding of a Midgardian's need to satiate their curiosity in such a fae-like realm.
Probably chortle to themselves in conspiratorial delight to see the Midgardian and her hand-maiden so close together.
His arm, wrapped around her smaller frame, shifts to allow him to brush strands of hair away from her face. ]
Wanda, [ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He supposes he'll need to get out of bed one way or the other, to address the matter of breakfast -- though, realistically, she'll likely be the one to take the reins, his own experience quite lacking in comparison... ]
I'm so sorry, I've either had migraine brain or soup for brains
[She shifts just enough to press a few random kisses to his chest. Sleep has its talons in her and she feels so comfortable and safe that it's hard to fully shake it off. She just wants to stay like this for a while longer before the spell of last night breaks. Surely breakfast can wait a while longer. She's aware of being hungry, just like she's aware of a degree of soreness in certain places, but all of it pales in comparison to the soul-deep need to stay close to him.
...would it be terrible of her to claim that she's not feeling well and needs, ahem, bed rest to get out of lessons today? Wanda values her time here and the opportunity she's been granted, of course, but surely taking one day off in a world of such long-lived beings would be all right?
Finally she properly opens her eyes and gazes up at him with pure adoration.]
[ His heart flutters at her affections. Suddenly, Loki finds himself almost shy, hoping that she does not feel his reaction, conventionally or otherwise. It doesn't quite reach his face, so that he appears no less pleasantly drowsy when she finally opens her eyes, but it hits him again -- another soft wave of warmth to see this, have this. ]
Good morning, [ he replies, his smile as tender as his touch upon her face. ] Slept well?
[ The question of her status is, for once in a long, long time, entirely innocuous. There is no underlying suspicion, no resentment, no partially formed retort. For the first time in decades, he had slept with a nothing that offered more than anything it ever had -- a comforting weight to settle the thoughts and feelings ever churning beneath the surface. His acceptance of Wanda's love had been the cause; even Loki cannot deny that fact. ]
[Wanda leans into that touch, craving every little point of contact she can get. She is putty in his hands, hopelessly falling for him, and whatever caution she might have once felt has been fully discarded. Or rather, the love she feels for him has burned it all away.]
Because of you.
[She turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, gentle and sweet. She can barely bring herself to move, except when it brings them closer together. She doesn't want to break the delicate spell of comfort and warmth woven around them.]
And you? I hope you slept as well as I did, but if you want to stay a little longer...
[She smiles warmly up at him. He's always beautiful to her, but like this - there's a softness about his eyes that melts her heart. Maybe he can't ever be truly hers in the way that she is his, but she doubts he smiles at anyone else like that. This, at least, is just for her.]
Oh? [ He arches a brow at her, amusement crossing his features. ] Is that an offer for me or a request from you?
[ Loki nudges her forehead with his nose, pressing a chaste kiss upon her skin. ]
Tempting though it is, I think we ought to rise, little witch. [ She'd nothing substantial to eat yesterday after the welcoming feast and that had been nearly twenty fours ago. Powerful sorceress though she may be, she is still only human. Regretfully, Loki slowly starts to disentangle himself from her, pushing himself up to a sitting position, pausing only to admire the image of Wanda resting next to where he laid, chest swelling with fondness. At his feet, he conjures one of his personal robes, dark green silk with golden embroidery, to slip into for the sake of modesty. ]
Anything for you, [she says softly, laughing as she curls closer. And she really does means it. Unfortunately, her stomach chooses this exact moment to betray her and growl. Wanda huffs and makes a face, only reluctantly disentangling herself from him. She knows he's right, but it doesn't make it any easier to release him.
Her own clothes are strewn about the floor where they'd fallen last night and, quite frankly, Wanda's not in the mood to immediately put on a corset. She calls the chemise to her with her magic, gives it an appraising look, and pulls it over her head. Loki's got the right idea, and she's seen many leading ladies swanning around in robes far more extravagant than what Loki's conjured up. But what Wanda creates for herself is somewhere in between - it's a long black robe with flowing sleeves over a simple nightgown that gives a more than generous view of her cleavage. But there's no embroidery or feathers or any ornamentation at all beyond the decorative clasp under the bust.
She'll return it to its original form later but this feels more appropriate. It's a lot better than trying to wrangle herself into a real dress at least.]
I might be able to make pancakes and eggs. If I can stand.
[It's clearly a joke, but she does still feel kind of melted.]
[ With the shift in the nature of their relationship, Loki no longer finds necessity in tempering the attraction Wanda so effortlessly invokes. His eyes follow the flowing line of her chosen attire, unabashedly appreciating the artful shadowing of curves and cloth against her skin -- what they promise beneath. He rolls his lower lip beneath his teeth, even as something quiet stirs in the back of his skull. ]
That sounds suspiciously like a challenge, [ he says, flashing her a crooked smile as he offers her his hand, to help her rise. Mere seconds later, the quiet stirring clicks; Loki's smile falters as disquiet swirls in his stomach. ]
[Wanda can't help but feel oddly powerful under his gaze, in his obvious desire. And for all her skill at acting, in matters of the heart Wanda has always been painfully obvious. At least now there is no shame or embarrassment in looking at him with open adoration.
He helps her to her feet and miraculously she doesn't just collapse into a contented puddle, although there is an unmistakable twinge of pain. It's to be expected, and she's just starting to wonder if there might be an opportunity for her to quietly handle it herself when of course he notices. Precious little escapes him, especially when one has the full weight of his attention.]
If you're going to apologize, don't. [Tenderly, she reaches up to cup his cheek.] I don't regret anything.
[ Loki places his palm over the back of her hand that rests against his cheek, basking in the warmth of her palm for a brief moment. Then, he draws her hand away and lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. ]
Neither do I, [ he says quietly, meeting her gaze. He needs her to know this, believe this. Loki cannot even remember his first sexual encounter with another person, not even the gender, but he knows it's unlikely to be the same with Wanda, human as she is.
He takes a half-step backward, inviting her to step toward him. If she cannot walk, then he will carry her, but he will not assume -- would not want that to be assumed of him were their positions reversed. ]
[And Wanda's heart just melts at that simple gesture. There's an earnest sweetness to Loki under everything, a softer core she seems to be catching more glimpses of now that they're away from Asgard. It's hard to not give into the urge to use her powers to press him into the nearest wall for more kisses. But he is right - they do need to eat.
Wanda takes both his hand and his arm, entangling herself with him. This is a good compromise. She doesn't have to let him go just yet, but they can extricate themselves from the bedroom.]
You will handle breakfast...and maybe I will handle dessert.
[There's light mischief in her voice. What does that mean? He'll just have to find out.]
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And sink she does once he releases her. Her core is throbbing again, although they weren't so deeply entwined for it to be enough to bring her over the edge with him.]
I'm all right. I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself.
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So he cups her cheek instead, tracing the curve of her jaw with his thumb. He brushes the corner of her lips, and it is messy and real, and leans down to reclaim her mouth with his own in a gentle kiss of apology, unmindful of tasting himself. ]
I did, [ he murmurs, withdrawing just enough to speak. He can feel it-- her need rekindled, and rekindling him in turn. ] But we're not quite done yet, are we?
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She reaches up to touch his cheek as he withdraws. The need to be closer to him hasn't abated in the slightest.]
I hope not. [Her expression is open and adoring, but a hint of playfulness shines through.] But do you need a minute?
[...he might need to help her up. She still feels a little melted.]
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What I need is you, [ he says, unabashed by the lust in his voice. In one fluid motion, he rises to his feet and tugs her closer, other arm scooping her up against his torso, and turns to face the bed. He lays her down onto the patchwork comforter, smooth and haphazard colors faded with age, its creases deepening as he kneels between her legs. Fingers ghost along the curve of her body, up her thighs to the underside of her breast where skin and muscle are not hardened by centuries of physical sparring and battle. This is not what he ever imagined contentedness to be-- had long since given up on it, the "ever after". ]
You are wondrous, [ he thinks, intending for her to hear it. For trusting him thus far, for expressing love despite his ancestry, and despite his crimes. Despite his best efforts, he thinks of those she has yet to know and feels a pang of dread at the inevitable revelation-- because how long can he continue his charade as the All-Father? Yet they may never have crossed paths otherwise.
He bends forward to reclaim her lips, the taste now bittersweet, because it would be Loki to mourn that which has just begun. The kiss is short; he moves onto her neck, teasing her skin with lips and teeth alike, and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It is as much a distraction from his thoughts as it is preparation. ]
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She had thought she would never find anything or anyone to fill the void left by Pietro and Sokovia. It's felt like few people see Wanda instead of a living weapon to be feared or turned to their own ends. But while their magic may have brought them together, it's not why either of them are still here.
She clings to him, arching into his touch and angling her head to offer more of her neck to him. One hand finds his hair and tangles into the soft strands.]
Please, Loki...I need you.
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Shifting his weight, he begins moving his hips in a languid fashion, never fully withdrawing from her. The primal urge to claim has subsided for something gentler, an unhurried desire to simply be in the moment, until she indicates otherwise. ]
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She leans her head against his and just breathes for a moment. It feels like completion. It feels like home.]
Loki...
[She sighs his name like a prayer, moaning when he begins to move. He is so careful with her, so kind, as he's always been. They move together, Wanda finding more boldness as her body fully adjusts, and finally she shifts to kiss him with the same level of softness.
She'd wanted to bottle up the feeling of his pleasure earlier, but nothing could ever compare to this. She's in no hurry to rush to the finish line, either. This is definitely about the experience, not the destination, and a gentle, thorough claiming is far more in line with her own desires.]
You're perfect. I love you so much.
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She allows him to rediscover a person he hasn't been in centuries, to step away from self-imposed shadows -- if only briefly. Loki doubts she would have offered such grace without their shared bond, having no logical reason to, and he doubts she'll continue to do so when he can no longer quietly juggle his stolen throne and their relationship. How can he possibly keep it concealed for much longer? He'd never considered anything but the throne when he'd wrought it from Odin's gnarled hands. Rulership was to be his partner.
How could someone like him hope to change?
Her name falls from his lips like a ghost, whispers punctuated by ragged breaths and low moans drawn from the back of his throat. Her words melt away his worries, bathing him in the comfort of now, just the two of them in this bed, their haven. He watches the creases of pleasure in her expression with adoration, and pauses to indulge in yet another kiss- deeply, thoroughly. ]
Stay with me, [ he murmurs, rocking his hips once more, his voice husky with need. The books can wait. Her tutors can wait. Right now, he just wants to spend the rest of eternity in this bed with her. ]
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She can't imagine any of the Avengers would understand or approve of her actions, but with him she is seen and understood in a way no other living person can. No one else has magic like hers. And they were always drawn together, weren't they? Even were there not soulmates, she could not exist as she is had he not brought the Scepter to Earth.
She is his, as long as he'll have her. And maybe, just maybe, for a brief moment tonight he was hers.
Her dreams are peaceful, and when the sunlight wakes her she can't find the strength to move. She stirs only enough to use her powers to draw the curtains shut and snuggles closer. Hopefully this won't be the only time they're able to indulge in each other like this, but these softer moments with Loki are rare and always to be treasured.]
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Probably chortle to themselves in conspiratorial delight to see the Midgardian and her hand-maiden so close together.
His arm, wrapped around her smaller frame, shifts to allow him to brush strands of hair away from her face. ]
Wanda, [ he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He supposes he'll need to get out of bed one way or the other, to address the matter of breakfast -- though, realistically, she'll likely be the one to take the reins, his own experience quite lacking in comparison... ]
I'm so sorry, I've either had migraine brain or soup for brains
[She shifts just enough to press a few random kisses to his chest. Sleep has its talons in her and she feels so comfortable and safe that it's hard to fully shake it off. She just wants to stay like this for a while longer before the spell of last night breaks. Surely breakfast can wait a while longer. She's aware of being hungry, just like she's aware of a degree of soreness in certain places, but all of it pales in comparison to the soul-deep need to stay close to him.
...would it be terrible of her to claim that she's not feeling well and needs, ahem, bed rest to get out of lessons today? Wanda values her time here and the opportunity she's been granted, of course, but surely taking one day off in a world of such long-lived beings would be all right?
Finally she properly opens her eyes and gazes up at him with pure adoration.]
Good morning.
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Good morning, [ he replies, his smile as tender as his touch upon her face. ] Slept well?
[ The question of her status is, for once in a long, long time, entirely innocuous. There is no underlying suspicion, no resentment, no partially formed retort. For the first time in decades, he had slept with a nothing that offered more than anything it ever had -- a comforting weight to settle the thoughts and feelings ever churning beneath the surface. His acceptance of Wanda's love had been the cause; even Loki cannot deny that fact. ]
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Because of you.
[She turns her head to kiss the palm of his hand, gentle and sweet. She can barely bring herself to move, except when it brings them closer together. She doesn't want to break the delicate spell of comfort and warmth woven around them.]
And you? I hope you slept as well as I did, but if you want to stay a little longer...
[She smiles warmly up at him. He's always beautiful to her, but like this - there's a softness about his eyes that melts her heart. Maybe he can't ever be truly hers in the way that she is his, but she doubts he smiles at anyone else like that. This, at least, is just for her.]
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[ Loki nudges her forehead with his nose, pressing a chaste kiss upon her skin. ]
Tempting though it is, I think we ought to rise, little witch. [ She'd nothing substantial to eat yesterday after the welcoming feast and that had been nearly twenty fours ago. Powerful sorceress though she may be, she is still only human. Regretfully, Loki slowly starts to disentangle himself from her, pushing himself up to a sitting position, pausing only to admire the image of Wanda resting next to where he laid, chest swelling with fondness. At his feet, he conjures one of his personal robes, dark green silk with golden embroidery, to slip into for the sake of modesty. ]
omg sorry!!!
Her own clothes are strewn about the floor where they'd fallen last night and, quite frankly, Wanda's not in the mood to immediately put on a corset. She calls the chemise to her with her magic, gives it an appraising look, and pulls it over her head. Loki's got the right idea, and she's seen many leading ladies swanning around in robes far more extravagant than what Loki's conjured up. But what Wanda creates for herself is somewhere in between - it's a long black robe with flowing sleeves over a simple nightgown that gives a more than generous view of her cleavage. But there's no embroidery or feathers or any ornamentation at all beyond the decorative clasp under the bust.
She'll return it to its original form later but this feels more appropriate. It's a lot better than trying to wrangle herself into a real dress at least.]
I might be able to make pancakes and eggs. If I can stand.
[It's clearly a joke, but she does still feel kind of melted.]
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That sounds suspiciously like a challenge, [ he says, flashing her a crooked smile as he offers her his hand, to help her rise. Mere seconds later, the quiet stirring clicks; Loki's smile falters as disquiet swirls in his stomach. ]
Was that... your first time?
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He helps her to her feet and miraculously she doesn't just collapse into a contented puddle, although there is an unmistakable twinge of pain. It's to be expected, and she's just starting to wonder if there might be an opportunity for her to quietly handle it herself when of course he notices. Precious little escapes him, especially when one has the full weight of his attention.]
If you're going to apologize, don't. [Tenderly, she reaches up to cup his cheek.] I don't regret anything.
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Neither do I, [ he says quietly, meeting her gaze. He needs her to know this, believe this. Loki cannot even remember his first sexual encounter with another person, not even the gender, but he knows it's unlikely to be the same with Wanda, human as she is.
He takes a half-step backward, inviting her to step toward him. If she cannot walk, then he will carry her, but he will not assume -- would not want that to be assumed of him were their positions reversed. ]
Come. I will handle breakfast.
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Wanda takes both his hand and his arm, entangling herself with him. This is a good compromise. She doesn't have to let him go just yet, but they can extricate themselves from the bedroom.]
You will handle breakfast...and maybe I will handle dessert.
[There's light mischief in her voice. What does that mean? He'll just have to find out.]