Her reaction makes him wonder if he’s said something wrong. It’s like a surprise to her that he likes to take things slowly. Or at least that is what he assumes. For a long time Loki put on a mask, actually many masks, but all for one purpose, to not let anyone know what he was truly feeling inside. He was mean and snarky and devious. He pushed everyone away because it was so much easier to be what they all already thought than to let anyone in, to let them see his vulnerabilities, of which there were many.
The truth of it was, Loki felt everything rather deeply. When he was younger and he saw Odin treating Thor differently, he was jealous and confused. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t be more like Thor and even when he tried it was never good enough. That had hurt much more deeply than he really could express, even if he had always been rather emotional. His mother, the thought, she saw the truth, she knew how he hurt, and she had tried, in her own way, to make him feel better. Well, she tried everything but the one thing he thought truly would have helped. Telling him the truth. It had clearly worked for Sylvie. She might have ended up in a similar headspace as he had, but it had nothing to do with Odin and Frigga because she knew. In that time line they had told her.
Sometimes he wondered if that was her true Nexus event. Sad as that may be.
Whatever the reasoning, Loki could very much identify with Natasha on the family part. He knew that at some point in what could have been his future, he would make up with Thor, but really, from the moment he’d found out about his adoption he’d felt even more alone. He’d always known that there was something wrong with him. That he didn’t fit, that he was looked down on by everyone, family included. Even with that knowledge, he’d never expected to be so angry when he’d turned out to be right.
It wasn’t until Mobius that he’d found his own family, the way Natasha found the Avengers. It was the first time he’d ever felt truly accepted in his life. Perhaps this was another reason why he felt so close with Natasha now.
But those were all thoughts for another time because at the moment he could think of nothing else but how it felt to have her slide down over him, engulfing his cock smoothly. As she took all of him in, it was all he could do not to simply thrust up into her. And he would do that, but for the moment he wanted to enjoy the feel of her wet heat enveloping him.
His cock twitched inside her as he felt her tighten around him. His hands came to rest on her hips, gripping her tightly as he huffed out a bit of a breathless laugh. “Your wish is my command, m’lady.” There was some humour in his tone, but he couldn’t keep the desire out of it either. He leaned into to kiss her again as he used his strength to lift her, causing her to slide back up before he thrust up and brought her down, fucking into her hard and fast.
He set a steady and strong pace, wanting her to be able to feel him into next week.
Absolutely no worries! I know that feeling too well.
The truth of it was, Loki felt everything rather deeply. When he was younger and he saw Odin treating Thor differently, he was jealous and confused. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t be more like Thor and even when he tried it was never good enough. That had hurt much more deeply than he really could express, even if he had always been rather emotional. His mother, the thought, she saw the truth, she knew how he hurt, and she had tried, in her own way, to make him feel better. Well, she tried everything but the one thing he thought truly would have helped. Telling him the truth. It had clearly worked for Sylvie. She might have ended up in a similar headspace as he had, but it had nothing to do with Odin and Frigga because she knew. In that time line they had told her.
Sometimes he wondered if that was her true Nexus event. Sad as that may be.
Whatever the reasoning, Loki could very much identify with Natasha on the family part. He knew that at some point in what could have been his future, he would make up with Thor, but really, from the moment he’d found out about his adoption he’d felt even more alone. He’d always known that there was something wrong with him. That he didn’t fit, that he was looked down on by everyone, family included. Even with that knowledge, he’d never expected to be so angry when he’d turned out to be right.
It wasn’t until Mobius that he’d found his own family, the way Natasha found the Avengers. It was the first time he’d ever felt truly accepted in his life. Perhaps this was another reason why he felt so close with Natasha now.
But those were all thoughts for another time because at the moment he could think of nothing else but how it felt to have her slide down over him, engulfing his cock smoothly. As she took all of him in, it was all he could do not to simply thrust up into her. And he would do that, but for the moment he wanted to enjoy the feel of her wet heat enveloping him.
His cock twitched inside her as he felt her tighten around him. His hands came to rest on her hips, gripping her tightly as he huffed out a bit of a breathless laugh. “Your wish is my command, m’lady.” There was some humour in his tone, but he couldn’t keep the desire out of it either. He leaned into to kiss her again as he used his strength to lift her, causing her to slide back up before he thrust up and brought her down, fucking into her hard and fast.
He set a steady and strong pace, wanting her to be able to feel him into next week.