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.
There is absolutely no imagining the closeness that has somehow developed in the space between them. It wraps around them like a stunning warm blanket, made of the timeless fibers within the roots that Loki has spread across the universe. It binds them together here and now in a way that Natasha has never felt before. She longs for Loki not only in body, but in her very soul. He's somehow become a yin to her yang and she can already feel it within this first meeting. She never thought in a million years that she'd find a person that she would want to call home, but there is hope here.
There is deep hope as her body slides along Loki's, clenching and dancing through her first orgasm, singing his praise and the way she feels. All of it truth. Loki is doing nothing but bringing her all the godly pleasure that only he can offer. When he flips them, she lets out a small surprised gasp-- but then merely wraps her legs around him and digs her fingers up into his hair. "Fuck yes, Loki. Like this. Oh yes."
When he begins to slow down, she can feel how long and full he takes her. It reminds her of being done in every way possible. One day she'll mention that to him. He has full access to every part of her body. Leaning up she bites down on his shoulder, and sucks up a long dark mark. She knows that he can heal it quickly, but to see it at all-- to think of him as hers for any amount of seconds makes her proud. Her body begins to tighten again, and she can feel another roll of pleasure building. He's remarkable at riding right along that little ridge just inside her. Just a little bit longer. Nat forces herself not to come, wanting to edge herself as he runs slow and deep, stroking her fire higher with every slice of his hips.
There is a possibility that after all of this, Loki might worry about just how easily Natasha can read him. Right now he’s finding it rather comforting. It’s something he’s come to learn more recently, that having people that really know you and care for you is a good thing. Something that took him far too long to learn. There’s just always something in the back of Loki’s mind that has him worried that he’ll fall back on old habits. He hopes not though because he really likes Natasha. And he’s not saying that just because he’s currently having the lay of his life.
When she wraps her legs around him, he groans softly, trying to pull her even closer, like even while buried inside her, he feels the need to be even closer. He’s never felt like this before. Perhaps it’s because of her clear talent in bed, but Loki knew better. It’s because of this wonderful and fully unexpected connection. It’s making all of this more intense and honestly, more than just sex.
He groans and presses his face to her neck as he continues to fuck into her, slow, deep and hard. “You feel incredible. How are you like this? How are you this perfect?” He barely realizes he’s speaking out loud, but he likely wouldn’t care if he did. “I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted you. Never thought it would be quite this good though.”
When she bites him, he moans, long and deep, revelling in the sting of her mouth as he feels the mark she’s leaving. It’s unfortunate it will be gone by morning. He rather would’ve liked a physical piece of evidence of what is happening between them tonight. As she begins to tighten around him again, he pulls back just enough to be able to watch her face. “Come for me again. I want to watch you.”
What is only minutes feels like days, weeks, months or years have gone by in the way of time that has brought them both to this point of crossing intimacies. Natasha has never let another soul in this deeply, neither man nor woman, nor would she want to. There's no one that has ever felt like this to her. It's like his body is a perfect match for hers, everything lines up with the perfection the gods, or Norns made it to be. Her hips cling to his, and match every dip and sharp line with her curves. They softly glide along to fit up against him in a way no other body can. He might be lover of both man and woman-- but she feels mated to him at a greater level. It's wholly unheard of, and she doesn't understand a single moment of it.
Did they skip to some other dimension completely where the earth has been taken over by people who believe in star-crossed lovers, for Natasha has never once in her life even believed she was completely worthy of love, and now she's alive and being filled with a man who accepts every single moan, and drinks up all that she has to offer, wanting her exactly for the woman she is. She thinks, and feels in her bones that she's not alone in this. If she had her say, she'd drag him off and never let go of him again. This is it, it's all it takes.
"Loki, oh my Loki." She cries and buries her head against his shoulder. She can feel her body get to that point, and she rolls upward, pressing down against his large erection so that he fills her completely. "There, please, oh fuck,yes. Don't, change your hips. Just fuck me, harder." She cries out louder, and then drags her nails up along his back in long red rivulets, thrusting tightened hips forward, ramming herself down on his perfect cock. She comes and comes, and doesn't stop as the rapture continues to twine through her body as long as he continues. Finally she falls back minutes later, panting. "Oh Jesus, fuck. Loki. You are so amazing. No one has done this to be before. You are the only one, my darling. You. only you. You're all I want. Mark me. Please." She begs, and rolls against him, knowing that after all that, he probably isn't too far from his orgasm now.
Perhaps it has. If there is one thing that Loki has learned recently, it’s that time doesn’t really play by any rules. It does it’s own thing, at least when left to its own devices so maybe all of this was meant to happen, maybe he and Natasha were meant to meet like this, at this point in each of their lives. It would certainly explain the connection they were both feeling.
Because there has to be something else. There has to be a reason why being inside her like this is like feeling his soul fill with everything good he ever could imagine. It’s like coming home and being enveloped in a warm hug from those who matter to you most. Something he’s sadly not experienced much of in the past but thinks that now he might be able to actually have that in the arms of a former enemy turned lover.
What little Loki knows of her past would make him understand why she might feel such a way. He feels much the same about himself. He didn’t even have a true friend until recently so the idea of love had always felt illusive to him. Part of him understands that Thor loves him and Frigga loved him, but it always felt distant, like something he didn’t deserve or truly even have. But being here with Natasha now, filling her and feeling her wrapped around him in more ways than one made him think that perhaps he had been wrong all these years. He deserves this as much as she.
“Yes, yes I am yours.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, denoting the honesty bleeding out of him. After this, he’ll be hers forever. He moans and can do nothing else but follow her instructions. He keeps his angle steady as he holds her close and fucks her harder and faster as she moves back against him with equal force. He’s quickly running headlong towards his own orgasm, but he’s determined to make her come a second time before that happens. A moment later, he is not disappointed as she comes undone beneath him. She is stunning as he watches, hair a mess, sweaty and absolutely stunning as she comes once more on his cock. He can feel her clench tightly around him, drawing a long, low moan from deep within him.
He groans and leans in, attaching his mouth to where her neck meets her clavicle and sucks hard, marking her in the first way that comes to mind as he thrusts deeply into her one more time and comes. His orgasm rips through him, blanking his mind to everything but the feeling of emptying himself inside her and the taste of her skin on his lips.
Hearing him confess in the same manner that he belonged to her changed something in Natasha in a way that she didn't know could be changed. She found herself looking into a future with a person, not only alone. Her body clung to his as she did. Fear stole around her heart in the same way knife sharp pleasure ripped apart her body. Strangely they both felt the same as she let Loki bring her to her highest conclusion yet. She'd never felt this way during an orgasm, never came this hard, or fell so hard because she'd never fallen in love before.
There were no other words for what was happening, even if it was the strangest thing in the world. Love at first-- whatever this was, but it was certainly a first between them. When he came deep inside her, she could feel the explosion. His body was warm and secure as it came. He tensed and forced himself beyond where he'd found before, and she couldn't help but come one last time, tightening around him and then crying his name as he bit down on her shoulder, claiming her as his own.
She was his, rightfully and properly, from this moment forward, Natasha belonged to Loki. When the orgasms ended and they both found themselves taking back all the oxygen they'd lost, Natasha nuzzled herself into his neck. "Loki..." She breathed softly, and combed her fingers through his hair. Her legs stayed tight around him, not letting him leave her body just yet.
"I meant every word I said..." She whispered, scared of what his reaction might be, considering all they said could be blamed on the throes of passion.
Never in a million years did Loki think he would be so lucky to end up here and now with someone as wonderful as Natasha. He knew she had a dark side, but in his opinion no one worth knowing didn’t. What mattered, it turned out, was how you used that darkness. Just because you had the ability to be ruthless or mean or cruel didn’t mean you had to be. It could be used, like most things, as a tool to help those more deserving. Perhaps some would think that wasn’t the point at all, but Loki would disagree.
Natasha, he thought, was the epitome of that. While she could kill with ease, she wouldn’t. She worried about what that might make her, and only gave into such things when it was deemed necessary for the greater good. To him, all he could see was that they were like minded, that they had similar goals. He hadn’t had a problem scaring Brad when he’d been trying to save the multiverse. He would’ve gone through with his threats too, if it had been necessary.
Part of him had really wanted it to be necessary.
The real difference was that now he knew the line and when he shouldn’t cross it. Something he thought Natasha had learned before they had met. Looking back, he thought maybe that was part of what attracted him to her in the first place. Even in the haze of the Mind Stone and his terror of Thanos, that had shone through. Like maybe there had been a chance for him to come through the other side.
And now here he was, spent from pleasure and filled with an overwhelming sense of belonging. No one could possibly know him like this, no one other than Natasha. As he began to come back to himself a bit, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as if he were worried she would suddenly leave, even as he was still inside her. He sighed, feeling more calm and relaxed than he could remember feeling in his whole life, the soft touch of her hand in his hair making him feel warm and wanted.
His eyes blinked open at her words. He wanted that to be true. Something deep inside him, the part of him that was still lonely and needy, was desperate for this to not be a one night thing. He turned his head to look at her, needing to see her eyes. With one finger, he gently brushed some wayward hair from her forehead and smiled softly, what he saw there telling him everything he needed to know.. “I know you did, love. So did I.”
How many boxes can be unpacked now that the main event has finished and the light of day is pouring back in leaving everything that's happened between them in stark reality for her to pluck apart and worry over. A chill creeps in that she hoped would stay on the other side of the world, and it has nothing to do with the feel of Loki's skin against her own. He's still warm and perfect, and the embodiment of all that she needs him to be.
Keeping her eyes on his, she leans in and brushes her lips over his. Glass teardrops threaten to appear at the corner of her lids, but her stubborn will keep them from existence. She will not give in to anything that might tear this world apart. That's why her heart is pounding against his. She can feel it as they lay here, the tumbling of one against another. A couple of tennis shoes in a washer, or stones being purified into gems. She likes to think of the latter. That's what they've become. Possibly, right? Two raw stones, finally brought through the fire together and made into a matching set of gemstones, each to match the other.
"You said love. I did. You know. I fell in love with you, and I've never said that to another person beyond my best friend. I've never meant it in the way I do now. I mean it in the way I want you and only you Loki. I would have you and only you, but I don't even know if that's possible, the worlds we come from." Her brow furrows, and she closes her eyes, letting more doses of reality come pouring through the concrete that had been theirs only a few moments ago. How do all these holes open up. They can't live their happily ever afters. She doesn't even think he has a home on this plane.
In the not so distant past, Loki would be concerned like he suspects Natasha is. He feels like he can read her better than he could a few minutes prior. There’s an undeniable connection between them now that he is convinced will not fade or fray, though he understands her worry. This has all happened so quickly, they’ve hardly had the chance to wrap their heads around it.
But Loki is from a different time. He is a different person than she met all those years ago and something in his more recent experiences have given him a confidence and assurance that everything will be okay. He’s seen infinite timelines from beginning to end and this is not the only one where things work out like this with Natasha. They are inextricably linked in ways that surprised him when he first found out, but also feels as natural as breathing. Of course, when he’d contacted her to apologize, he had done it with no expectations. This particular timeline had this possibility as an uncertainty. It was partially why he chose it.
He smiles at her. It’s a soft look that many who once knew him would think looked foreign on his face, but it’s one of the most honest expressions he has. He’d meant every word he’d said to her. He gently cups her cheek and kisses her gently before speaking. “Your feelings are reciprocated and though the way our lives are would make this relationship rather unconventional, please trust that this is real and there is a way to make this work. I will show you the multiverse, if you wish it.” He would give her anything she might want, including his heart.
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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.
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There is deep hope as her body slides along Loki's, clenching and dancing through her first orgasm, singing his praise and the way she feels. All of it truth. Loki is doing nothing but bringing her all the godly pleasure that only he can offer. When he flips them, she lets out a small surprised gasp-- but then merely wraps her legs around him and digs her fingers up into his hair. "Fuck yes, Loki. Like this. Oh yes."
When he begins to slow down, she can feel how long and full he takes her. It reminds her of being done in every way possible. One day she'll mention that to him. He has full access to every part of her body. Leaning up she bites down on his shoulder, and sucks up a long dark mark. She knows that he can heal it quickly, but to see it at all-- to think of him as hers for any amount of seconds makes her proud. Her body begins to tighten again, and she can feel another roll of pleasure building. He's remarkable at riding right along that little ridge just inside her. Just a little bit longer. Nat forces herself not to come, wanting to edge herself as he runs slow and deep, stroking her fire higher with every slice of his hips.
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When she wraps her legs around him, he groans softly, trying to pull her even closer, like even while buried inside her, he feels the need to be even closer. He’s never felt like this before. Perhaps it’s because of her clear talent in bed, but Loki knew better. It’s because of this wonderful and fully unexpected connection. It’s making all of this more intense and honestly, more than just sex.
He groans and presses his face to her neck as he continues to fuck into her, slow, deep and hard. “You feel incredible. How are you like this? How are you this perfect?” He barely realizes he’s speaking out loud, but he likely wouldn’t care if he did. “I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted you. Never thought it would be quite this good though.”
When she bites him, he moans, long and deep, revelling in the sting of her mouth as he feels the mark she’s leaving. It’s unfortunate it will be gone by morning. He rather would’ve liked a physical piece of evidence of what is happening between them tonight. As she begins to tighten around him again, he pulls back just enough to be able to watch her face. “Come for me again. I want to watch you.”
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Did they skip to some other dimension completely where the earth has been taken over by people who believe in star-crossed lovers, for Natasha has never once in her life even believed she was completely worthy of love, and now she's alive and being filled with a man who accepts every single moan, and drinks up all that she has to offer, wanting her exactly for the woman she is. She thinks, and feels in her bones that she's not alone in this. If she had her say, she'd drag him off and never let go of him again. This is it, it's all it takes.
"Loki, oh my Loki." She cries and buries her head against his shoulder. She can feel her body get to that point, and she rolls upward, pressing down against his large erection so that he fills her completely. "There, please, oh fuck,yes. Don't, change your hips. Just fuck me, harder." She cries out louder, and then drags her nails up along his back in long red rivulets, thrusting tightened hips forward, ramming herself down on his perfect cock. She comes and comes, and doesn't stop as the rapture continues to twine through her body as long as he continues. Finally she falls back minutes later, panting. "Oh Jesus, fuck. Loki. You are so amazing. No one has done this to be before. You are the only one, my darling. You. only you. You're all I want. Mark me. Please." She begs, and rolls against him, knowing that after all that, he probably isn't too far from his orgasm now.
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Because there has to be something else. There has to be a reason why being inside her like this is like feeling his soul fill with everything good he ever could imagine. It’s like coming home and being enveloped in a warm hug from those who matter to you most. Something he’s sadly not experienced much of in the past but thinks that now he might be able to actually have that in the arms of a former enemy turned lover.
What little Loki knows of her past would make him understand why she might feel such a way. He feels much the same about himself. He didn’t even have a true friend until recently so the idea of love had always felt illusive to him. Part of him understands that Thor loves him and Frigga loved him, but it always felt distant, like something he didn’t deserve or truly even have. But being here with Natasha now, filling her and feeling her wrapped around him in more ways than one made him think that perhaps he had been wrong all these years. He deserves this as much as she.
“Yes, yes I am yours.” His voice is uncharacteristically soft, denoting the honesty bleeding out of him. After this, he’ll be hers forever. He moans and can do nothing else but follow her instructions. He keeps his angle steady as he holds her close and fucks her harder and faster as she moves back against him with equal force. He’s quickly running headlong towards his own orgasm, but he’s determined to make her come a second time before that happens. A moment later, he is not disappointed as she comes undone beneath him. She is stunning as he watches, hair a mess, sweaty and absolutely stunning as she comes once more on his cock. He can feel her clench tightly around him, drawing a long, low moan from deep within him.
He groans and leans in, attaching his mouth to where her neck meets her clavicle and sucks hard, marking her in the first way that comes to mind as he thrusts deeply into her one more time and comes. His orgasm rips through him, blanking his mind to everything but the feeling of emptying himself inside her and the taste of her skin on his lips.
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There were no other words for what was happening, even if it was the strangest thing in the world. Love at first-- whatever this was, but it was certainly a first between them. When he came deep inside her, she could feel the explosion. His body was warm and secure as it came. He tensed and forced himself beyond where he'd found before, and she couldn't help but come one last time, tightening around him and then crying his name as he bit down on her shoulder, claiming her as his own.
She was his, rightfully and properly, from this moment forward, Natasha belonged to Loki. When the orgasms ended and they both found themselves taking back all the oxygen they'd lost, Natasha nuzzled herself into his neck. "Loki..." She breathed softly, and combed her fingers through his hair. Her legs stayed tight around him, not letting him leave her body just yet.
"I meant every word I said..." She whispered, scared of what his reaction might be, considering all they said could be blamed on the throes of passion.
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Natasha, he thought, was the epitome of that. While she could kill with ease, she wouldn’t. She worried about what that might make her, and only gave into such things when it was deemed necessary for the greater good. To him, all he could see was that they were like minded, that they had similar goals. He hadn’t had a problem scaring Brad when he’d been trying to save the multiverse. He would’ve gone through with his threats too, if it had been necessary.
Part of him had really wanted it to be necessary.
The real difference was that now he knew the line and when he shouldn’t cross it. Something he thought Natasha had learned before they had met. Looking back, he thought maybe that was part of what attracted him to her in the first place. Even in the haze of the Mind Stone and his terror of Thanos, that had shone through. Like maybe there had been a chance for him to come through the other side.
And now here he was, spent from pleasure and filled with an overwhelming sense of belonging. No one could possibly know him like this, no one other than Natasha. As he began to come back to himself a bit, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as if he were worried she would suddenly leave, even as he was still inside her. He sighed, feeling more calm and relaxed than he could remember feeling in his whole life, the soft touch of her hand in his hair making him feel warm and wanted.
His eyes blinked open at her words. He wanted that to be true. Something deep inside him, the part of him that was still lonely and needy, was desperate for this to not be a one night thing. He turned his head to look at her, needing to see her eyes. With one finger, he gently brushed some wayward hair from her forehead and smiled softly, what he saw there telling him everything he needed to know.. “I know you did, love. So did I.”
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Keeping her eyes on his, she leans in and brushes her lips over his. Glass teardrops threaten to appear at the corner of her lids, but her stubborn will keep them from existence. She will not give in to anything that might tear this world apart. That's why her heart is pounding against his. She can feel it as they lay here, the tumbling of one against another. A couple of tennis shoes in a washer, or stones being purified into gems. She likes to think of the latter. That's what they've become. Possibly, right? Two raw stones, finally brought through the fire together and made into a matching set of gemstones, each to match the other.
"You said love. I did. You know. I fell in love with you, and I've never said that to another person beyond my best friend. I've never meant it in the way I do now. I mean it in the way I want you and only you Loki. I would have you and only you, but I don't even know if that's possible, the worlds we come from." Her brow furrows, and she closes her eyes, letting more doses of reality come pouring through the concrete that had been theirs only a few moments ago. How do all these holes open up. They can't live their happily ever afters. She doesn't even think he has a home on this plane.
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But Loki is from a different time. He is a different person than she met all those years ago and something in his more recent experiences have given him a confidence and assurance that everything will be okay. He’s seen infinite timelines from beginning to end and this is not the only one where things work out like this with Natasha. They are inextricably linked in ways that surprised him when he first found out, but also feels as natural as breathing. Of course, when he’d contacted her to apologize, he had done it with no expectations. This particular timeline had this possibility as an uncertainty. It was partially why he chose it.
He smiles at her. It’s a soft look that many who once knew him would think looked foreign on his face, but it’s one of the most honest expressions he has. He’d meant every word he’d said to her. He gently cups her cheek and kisses her gently before speaking. “Your feelings are reciprocated and though the way our lives are would make this relationship rather unconventional, please trust that this is real and there is a way to make this work. I will show you the multiverse, if you wish it.” He would give her anything she might want, including his heart.
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