Loki would be fascinated to hear about what the blip did to some of his former enemies. At very least, the story of Clint’s life would give Loki reason to hope that there were people out there, aside from Natasha it seems, who could forgive him. He might actually find himself worrying about Clint. Although not under great circumstances (to say the very least) Loki actually knows the archer rather well. He’s one of the few he hasn’t actually tried to apologize to yet. He saw him on the forum he’d reached out to Natasha on, but, honestly, had chickened out. But knowing that he had reacted in a much similar way to himself might make Loki feel better about trying again.
Until he’d met Mobius, Loki had not had that person. Even that friendship took time and effort before Loki could trust or be trusted in return. No one is more surprised than he that Natasha seems to be in the same realm. Even when he’d decided to reach out to the Avengers and apologize, there had been no expectation that he would be believed or forgiven. But to have found someone who not only has forgiven him, but seems to connect with him is more than he ever could have hoped for.
Perhaps another time he would want that view (and quite a lovely view he’s sure it is), but this time he appreciates the closeness. It almost feels needed. Like he can’t imagine it being any other way. It isn’t often that Loki feels close to people, but there was an instant closeness with Natasha that he hopes he’s not imagining because just this small taste has him craving more.
He wraps his arms around her as they move together, enjoying the feeling of her pressed and sliding against him just as much the feel of him sliding inside her. She is absolutely stunning, the way she’s moves on and around him. It feels almost as if they could meld together. He feels almost stunned with the pleasure of it all as she tightens around him, calling his name. His hands slide back down to her hips, holding onto her as he drives harder and faster into her as she comes.
It’s an image he will not soon forget.
His cock is still hot and hard inside her as she comes down. He laps up the praise, hoping she’s telling the truth while simultaneously not caring so long as she keeps talking like that. It’s been a long time since he’s gotten laid, so really it was entirely possible she had faked it, though he didn’t think that was the case here.
“Do not worry,” he says, voice just slightly breathless as he smiles a bit mischievously at her. “I have no intention of stopping.” With that, he quickly flips them so that she is on her back and resumes fucking her. It’s still a hard steady pace, but he slows it down a bit, needing to feel himself fill her up with each long stroke.
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Until he’d met Mobius, Loki had not had that person. Even that friendship took time and effort before Loki could trust or be trusted in return. No one is more surprised than he that Natasha seems to be in the same realm. Even when he’d decided to reach out to the Avengers and apologize, there had been no expectation that he would be believed or forgiven. But to have found someone who not only has forgiven him, but seems to connect with him is more than he ever could have hoped for.
Perhaps another time he would want that view (and quite a lovely view he’s sure it is), but this time he appreciates the closeness. It almost feels needed. Like he can’t imagine it being any other way. It isn’t often that Loki feels close to people, but there was an instant closeness with Natasha that he hopes he’s not imagining because just this small taste has him craving more.
He wraps his arms around her as they move together, enjoying the feeling of her pressed and sliding against him just as much the feel of him sliding inside her. She is absolutely stunning, the way she’s moves on and around him. It feels almost as if they could meld together. He feels almost stunned with the pleasure of it all as she tightens around him, calling his name. His hands slide back down to her hips, holding onto her as he drives harder and faster into her as she comes.
It’s an image he will not soon forget.
His cock is still hot and hard inside her as she comes down. He laps up the praise, hoping she’s telling the truth while simultaneously not caring so long as she keeps talking like that. It’s been a long time since he’s gotten laid, so really it was entirely possible she had faked it, though he didn’t think that was the case here.
“Do not worry,” he says, voice just slightly breathless as he smiles a bit mischievously at her. “I have no intention of stopping.” With that, he quickly flips them so that she is on her back and resumes fucking her. It’s still a hard steady pace, but he slows it down a bit, needing to feel himself fill her up with each long stroke.