With each lingering kiss, Loki cares less and less about the why. He’s sure he’ll want to examine this again later, it would be weird if he didn’t. It wasn’t like he wasn’t known for vastly overthinking things… and usually coming to an incorrect conclusion. He thinks maybe this time that won’t happen though. Natasha is one of the few people that could pull something over on him, but he very much doubts that is what is happening here. And even if he is wrong about that, well at least he’ll always have this moment.
That is something Loki wholeheartedly disagrees with. Natasha is definitely someone people should look up to and model themselves after. She is the epitome of redemption and change. He knows that there’s darkness in her past, most of which he doubts is a choice she made. Though he also knows that likely doesn’t matter. Guilt is a strange thing, after all. The fact remains though, no matte what she did in her past, she has spent a long time now trying to correct that. And that is definitely something Loki can identify with.
Natasha is typically very good at hiding what she truly thinks and feels, but Loki is also very good at seeing through masks himself. He hasn’t yet felt her wetness, but he can sense it. There is something in her eyes and in the way she moves that lets him know just how much she wants this. He, on the other hand, isn’t bothering to hide his desire at all. He knows it’s bleeding off him in waves, even if the hardness in his pants wasn’t evidence enough.
He huffs out an amused and sultry laugh at her words. “I am afraid I have not been a prince for quite some time now.” He can’t help but say it even if he thinks she’s teasing him anyway. “But to answer your question, I had a few thoughts that night. One concerned you kneeling willingly to me with that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stops then for a moment, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the fantasy. He no longer cares for submission, at least not in the way he had wanted it then, but it still makes for a lovely mental image.
Gods, the way she reacts to his touch is better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up. All lithe muscle and sex appeal, she is more than he ever expected and everything he’s ever wanted. Her skin is so soft under his touch, he thinks maybe he would like to touch her like this forever. He could spend days simply dancing his fingers over every inch of her, learning what she likes most. When her fingers find his nipples in return, he gasps and groans, puffing warm breath over the hard nub of her own. He sucks it into his mouth again, gently rolling his tongue around it.
Her voice is like music to his ears. He does not need to be asked twice as his teeth come down around the nipple already in his mouth. Not too hard but definitely not what you might think of as gentle either. His hands slide back around to her lower back before drifting down to grab her ass. He pulls her forward, rocking against her. There’s no maybe’s now. She’ll definitely feel just how hard he is for her.
There's more to her dark story than what's past and what she's done to move beyond it. She's a killer and always will be. There's a darkness inside, the black widow spider that she's named after. It sits in wait and there are times when Natasha can feel it rise under her skin. It's when she knows that it's more about the kill than the job. She still likes the feeling of flesh breaking beneath a knife. How does she explain that to someone that doesn't understand her. Clint gets it, but he's the only one she's ever told.
Maybe that's not how Loki feels about things, but for some reason she feels like she could tell him that and he wouldn't be scared, or look down on her for that darkness. He would still embrace her and bring her to bed with him. It's something to pull apart at another moment, and one more reason why she feels so very famished and in desperation for his touch. Why she wants him to take her apart bit by bit until she's wholly his, be it tonight or forever. It's a strange feeling, but with his hands on her and his mouth around her breast-- she can't think of anything else.
"Yes." She cries out, and rocks forward further, rolling her hips in a well rehearsed fashion against his lap. He hasn't moved her forward yet, but she can feel him and knows how hard he is for her. It's thrilling to know, and one more thing that has her gushing. It's becoming to where she can barely stand the way her pants rub against her, clashing with the soft lace underwear that cling to her wet pussy. "Harder. Oh, Loki. I will worship you on my knees or on a bed. I will happily wrap my lips around this beautiful cock."
Reaching between them, she flips open one of his buttons and reaches down, fingers squeezing into the small space given in the gap of their bodies so that she can find the very tip of his cock. She slides a few along the swollen head, smearing around pre-cum and shifting it gently about the head. "Just wait until you're naked." She moans and rocks forward, abandoning her touch when he grips at her ass. "Jesus, I need these pants off. I'm so fucking wet and they're too uncomfortable. We should move this to the bedroom. I want to be able to touch and taste more of you." She rocks against his partially exposed cock, lifting her body up and rolling her hips forward so that she slides down around it a few times, hoping to convince him that it would be rather prudent to listen to her.
For Loki, none of that matters. It’s in what she actually does, not what she wants to do that really makes a person. In fact, just that she can control herself at all is something he admires. How could he not? Loki spent much of his youth unable to do just that and he knows exactly how much trouble it caused him and those around him. And it isn’t like Loki is a stranger to enjoying similar things. He always favoured his daggers for a reason, even though he knows his magic is much more powerful.
She is correct about that. In fact he thinks it shows her strength. That she is not simply a killer, that she doesn’t let that rule her life is truly something Loki would like to learn from. He has, of course, learned much himself in recent years. He has changed a lot, no longer filled with anger and resentment especially now he has a higher purpose, but he could never imagine looking down on someone for not being the same. He doesn’t want her to be the same. He likes Natasha exactly as she is and there is not much he thinks would change that.
At her words, her yells of passion, Loki does exactly that and bites and sucks harder, possibly bruising her, but gods, the way she moves against him and screams his name has him losing control. He’s starting to let his baser instincts take over and he can only hope he doesn’t go too far. He pulls back, bringing her breast with him for a moment as he sucks hard while pealing back from her. Glancing up at her, he smiles lasciviously, his eyes dark with lust. “Then you shall get exactly that.”
He gasps and groans slightly as her fingers deftly dance over the sensitive head of his cock causing him to rock his hips forward. He can practically smell her arousal by now and it’s driving him insane. It doesn’t help (or hurt) that he can now feel her wetness as well as she rocks more fully against him. “I do not wish to wait.” It’s all he says before a wave of green washes over them and they find themselves naked and in her bedroom, her still straddling him but now they are on her bed.
It might take months or years before she understands or sees herself in the way that Loki does, or she might not ever truly adhere to his vision. He sees such strength in her control, where she sees the loss of innocence and a never ending climb to redemption. After taking out the Red Room, Natasha dealt with the last of her demons, for the most part and the true anger that boiled inside her settled to a soft simmer turned only toward those who deserved it during missions. It was something she had to forge in a new and different manner, until it was a temper and sharp sense of purpose fired into finely tuned weapon only used in times of great necessity.
Still there were gaps, and it was during these gaps that she found herself wondering where the truth of her heart lie. Who was she really. Loki saw such hope, and the way he worshiped her like this, made her feel glorious. He himself was a masterful piece of work. His body so pale, with hair like a raven and eyes, a sapphire. Natasha feels her body shed layers and layers of distrust the closer they get. It doesn't matter that they've barely spoken. She feels like their souls connect them, and it's so easy to feel in the way he takes her. She cries out in gasps of blissful intoxication as he bites and pulls at her breast. Fingers scramble and pull down along the strength of corded muscle that makes up his shoulder, nails carving their path against the bitter white of his flesh.
"Ah, Loki. Yes, that's it. Fuck, it feels so good. You're so good." She brings her head back up to look at him, to gaze into those all absorbing eyes before playing her tune between them. There's another soft gasp of shock when a wave of green disorientation descends and transports them to her bedroom. Finding herself naked across Loki's body offers a whole new set of prospects. "Well that was certainly a way to do things. I usually like a grand reveal, but let me see now." Sitting up proper, she runs her hands over his chest and then rolls her hips back so that his cock slips right between her damp folds.
"Mmm, I like this reveal. What do you say." A quick move much like a dance against him, keeps her open and drawn across his full, healthy, erection. She can feel the beat of it as she continues to dance against him, steadily rotating and rolling her hips in one of the greatest lap dances ever given. With a smirk and a lick of her lips, Natasha leans down to press her lips to his softly, barely breathing into a kiss. "Tell me how much you want me..."
Truly he would understand if she never did. He still doesn’t truly see himself as most people think of him. He never thought himself evil when he was attacking New York, and he doesn’t think of himself as good, even as he fought tooth and nail to save the multiverse with his friends. Really, he is just Loki and she is just Natasha and they are going through their lives as best they can. Sometimes they get it wrong, but he thinks more and more now, they are starting to get it right.
Hope. It is still a very new thing to Loki, but she’s right in that assessment. He feels a lot of hope, especially after everything he’s been through lately. If someone like him, someone who has taken pleasure in killing and the pain of other people can come out of it, can come through to the other side and have a second chance, then he sees no reason why she should not have the same opportunity. In fact, he would guess that she deserves it even more than he ever did. Perhaps that is why he feels so hopeful when it comes to her.
He might try and deny it later, but when she tells him he’s good it sends a pleasant shiver all through his body. It makes him feel warm and good and like he’s really doing something right. He’s been getting that more lately. Has people he knows think of him in a good light even when their relationships didn’t start off so sunny. But to hear it from Natasha, from someone who actually knew him during the darkest time of his life, it fills him with an almost overwhelming feeling of pride and joy. It makes him want to please her even more.
“Normally I am more about taking things slowly, but perhaps we can save that for next time.” Truth is, he couldn’t help himself. Never in a million years had he thought he would have this opportunity and now that he has it, he can’t seem to hold himself back. He wants her almost desperately now, feels a deep need to thrust into her and bring her more pleasure than she has ever experienced before. Of course, he has no idea if he can ever manage something so grand, but it is exactly what he hopes to accomplish.
The heat coming from between her legs as she presses around him, not yet taking him but allowing him to feel her, how wet she is as she moves against him. It is one of the best feelings he can remember. His own hips begin to move in response, pressing against her as she moves her hips, rolling them, teasing him.
He groans against her lips as she kisses him lightly. “I have never wanted someone so much in my life. Everything about you is desirable and more than anything, I wish to sheath myself deep inside you and fuck you until you forget your name and can no longer see straight.”
When Loki says he is about taking things more slowly, it feels like a jolt for Natasha. Not because she has any issues with what is happening between them. She too is more than ready for all that is about to happen, but because it resonates so much deeper. No one had ever stripped her so utterly bare before. Her heart, mind and soul exposed and open as a raw nerve, resonating at the exact same tune as her body. It's there and ripe for the plucking as easily as she is. At first Natasha didn't realize it. She saw all the connections and all the ways in which they fell and folded together so neatly, but never once had she ever been more vulnerable with someone so quickly as she was now.
Had she ever been so vulnerable in her life? Surly not with Banner who she attempted to offer a little bit of her heart and body to and was so quickly dumped into a bath of cold hard icy truth. She wasn't good enough, not hardly enough. From then on she stayed so very closed off to anything that might have come her way, that Natasha only allowed her pleasure to happen on missions, and rare one offs. Nothing like this, no one ever like Loki.
As she stole heartbeat after heartbeat from the way he looked after her, she trembled slightly on top of him. "I want you too, more than I have wanted anything in a long, long time." Sliding back, she slipped over his tip and then beyond offering one final tease before reaching back. Her body was so slick by now that as soon as she steadied him, her body descended on his easily. In one slick movement, she took every long, thick inch of him inside her. "Oh, fuck, Loki." She moaned and had to still herself, letting only the walls of her cunt tighten and wave around his cock. "I need this. I need you. Fuck me, and don't let me remember. All I want is you, make me yours."
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.
Even though Natasha never knew the truth of Loki's life, nor did she know the cosmic timeline of events that had worked together to bring him to this point in space and time, she felt how they resonated together. She knew that he'd been lost, as she had been. She saw how empty Thor became without his family during the blip, and understood on some level that Loki must have felt near that almost all the time. Knowing what that loss did to Clint, turning him to Ronin, a killing machine-- how could it not affect others, like Loki the same way.
While Natasha knew more about loss than the majority of them, and more about what it meant to find and hold onto someone, she also knew the price and weight of guilt. Finding that one other person that understood it was rare. Clint was her person, but now to find Loki. To feel his body pressed up tight to hers, left her constantly in wonder of what the world really did hold in store now. Was it, could it be her turn?
As tight as she was, Nat could feel the thickness of him twitch as he pressed deep inside her. It made her whimper slightly, dropping her head forward so that it rested against his for a second. She didn't have to make this personal. Nat had every choice of sitting back as she rode him, of offering him the full picture of her body in all its glory bouncing on top of him, but this she kept close.
This way Natasha could feel her whole body slide up and down along his as she rode his cock. She circled her hips against his body, edging herself to a quick orgasm. It had been budding from the beginning. There are several ways for a woman to warm herself up-- and some of it is done through mere communication, and the way she squeezes her thighs throughout a kiss. She'd been feeling the weight of his cock inside her from the start, and now that he was there, her body responded with a resplendent, shattering orgasm, that brought all her muscles tight and clenched around him. "Fuck, Jesus. Oh fucking, fuck, Dear god, Loki, Yes, Oh Yes. You. This is you." She cried out and clung to him as she continued to ride him throughout the entire process.
As soon as she came back, her mouth sought his and poured out all the praise and emotion she could muster for what he'd given her already. He was swift and strong, and his body was immaculate perfection. "Fuck, your cock is amazing. You feel so damn good in my pussy, Loki. You're so good at this. That was fucking amazing, I haven't had better in ages. Just keep fucking me, please. Don't stop."
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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Date: 2024-01-27 08:34 pm (UTC)That is something Loki wholeheartedly disagrees with. Natasha is definitely someone people should look up to and model themselves after. She is the epitome of redemption and change. He knows that there’s darkness in her past, most of which he doubts is a choice she made. Though he also knows that likely doesn’t matter. Guilt is a strange thing, after all. The fact remains though, no matte what she did in her past, she has spent a long time now trying to correct that. And that is definitely something Loki can identify with.
Natasha is typically very good at hiding what she truly thinks and feels, but Loki is also very good at seeing through masks himself. He hasn’t yet felt her wetness, but he can sense it. There is something in her eyes and in the way she moves that lets him know just how much she wants this. He, on the other hand, isn’t bothering to hide his desire at all. He knows it’s bleeding off him in waves, even if the hardness in his pants wasn’t evidence enough.
He huffs out an amused and sultry laugh at her words. “I am afraid I have not been a prince for quite some time now.” He can’t help but say it even if he thinks she’s teasing him anyway. “But to answer your question, I had a few thoughts that night. One concerned you kneeling willingly to me with that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stops then for a moment, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the fantasy. He no longer cares for submission, at least not in the way he had wanted it then, but it still makes for a lovely mental image.
Gods, the way she reacts to his touch is better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up. All lithe muscle and sex appeal, she is more than he ever expected and everything he’s ever wanted. Her skin is so soft under his touch, he thinks maybe he would like to touch her like this forever. He could spend days simply dancing his fingers over every inch of her, learning what she likes most. When her fingers find his nipples in return, he gasps and groans, puffing warm breath over the hard nub of her own. He sucks it into his mouth again, gently rolling his tongue around it.
Her voice is like music to his ears. He does not need to be asked twice as his teeth come down around the nipple already in his mouth. Not too hard but definitely not what you might think of as gentle either. His hands slide back around to her lower back before drifting down to grab her ass. He pulls her forward, rocking against her. There’s no maybe’s now. She’ll definitely feel just how hard he is for her.
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Date: 2024-01-28 01:04 am (UTC)Maybe that's not how Loki feels about things, but for some reason she feels like she could tell him that and he wouldn't be scared, or look down on her for that darkness. He would still embrace her and bring her to bed with him. It's something to pull apart at another moment, and one more reason why she feels so very famished and in desperation for his touch. Why she wants him to take her apart bit by bit until she's wholly his, be it tonight or forever. It's a strange feeling, but with his hands on her and his mouth around her breast-- she can't think of anything else.
"Yes." She cries out, and rocks forward further, rolling her hips in a well rehearsed fashion against his lap. He hasn't moved her forward yet, but she can feel him and knows how hard he is for her. It's thrilling to know, and one more thing that has her gushing. It's becoming to where she can barely stand the way her pants rub against her, clashing with the soft lace underwear that cling to her wet pussy. "Harder. Oh, Loki. I will worship you on my knees or on a bed. I will happily wrap my lips around this beautiful cock."
Reaching between them, she flips open one of his buttons and reaches down, fingers squeezing into the small space given in the gap of their bodies so that she can find the very tip of his cock. She slides a few along the swollen head, smearing around pre-cum and shifting it gently about the head. "Just wait until you're naked." She moans and rocks forward, abandoning her touch when he grips at her ass. "Jesus, I need these pants off. I'm so fucking wet and they're too uncomfortable. We should move this to the bedroom. I want to be able to touch and taste more of you." She rocks against his partially exposed cock, lifting her body up and rolling her hips forward so that she slides down around it a few times, hoping to convince him that it would be rather prudent to listen to her.
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Date: 2024-01-28 10:45 pm (UTC)She is correct about that. In fact he thinks it shows her strength. That she is not simply a killer, that she doesn’t let that rule her life is truly something Loki would like to learn from. He has, of course, learned much himself in recent years. He has changed a lot, no longer filled with anger and resentment especially now he has a higher purpose, but he could never imagine looking down on someone for not being the same. He doesn’t want her to be the same. He likes Natasha exactly as she is and there is not much he thinks would change that.
At her words, her yells of passion, Loki does exactly that and bites and sucks harder, possibly bruising her, but gods, the way she moves against him and screams his name has him losing control. He’s starting to let his baser instincts take over and he can only hope he doesn’t go too far. He pulls back, bringing her breast with him for a moment as he sucks hard while pealing back from her. Glancing up at her, he smiles lasciviously, his eyes dark with lust. “Then you shall get exactly that.”
He gasps and groans slightly as her fingers deftly dance over the sensitive head of his cock causing him to rock his hips forward. He can practically smell her arousal by now and it’s driving him insane. It doesn’t help (or hurt) that he can now feel her wetness as well as she rocks more fully against him. “I do not wish to wait.” It’s all he says before a wave of green washes over them and they find themselves naked and in her bedroom, her still straddling him but now they are on her bed.
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Date: 2024-01-30 02:33 pm (UTC)Still there were gaps, and it was during these gaps that she found herself wondering where the truth of her heart lie. Who was she really. Loki saw such hope, and the way he worshiped her like this, made her feel glorious. He himself was a masterful piece of work. His body so pale, with hair like a raven and eyes, a sapphire. Natasha feels her body shed layers and layers of distrust the closer they get. It doesn't matter that they've barely spoken. She feels like their souls connect them, and it's so easy to feel in the way he takes her. She cries out in gasps of blissful intoxication as he bites and pulls at her breast. Fingers scramble and pull down along the strength of corded muscle that makes up his shoulder, nails carving their path against the bitter white of his flesh.
"Ah, Loki. Yes, that's it. Fuck, it feels so good. You're so good." She brings her head back up to look at him, to gaze into those all absorbing eyes before playing her tune between them. There's another soft gasp of shock when a wave of green disorientation descends and transports them to her bedroom. Finding herself naked across Loki's body offers a whole new set of prospects. "Well that was certainly a way to do things. I usually like a grand reveal, but let me see now." Sitting up proper, she runs her hands over his chest and then rolls her hips back so that his cock slips right between her damp folds.
"Mmm, I like this reveal. What do you say." A quick move much like a dance against him, keeps her open and drawn across his full, healthy, erection. She can feel the beat of it as she continues to dance against him, steadily rotating and rolling her hips in one of the greatest lap dances ever given. With a smirk and a lick of her lips, Natasha leans down to press her lips to his softly, barely breathing into a kiss. "Tell me how much you want me..."
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Date: 2024-02-02 01:33 am (UTC)Hope. It is still a very new thing to Loki, but she’s right in that assessment. He feels a lot of hope, especially after everything he’s been through lately. If someone like him, someone who has taken pleasure in killing and the pain of other people can come out of it, can come through to the other side and have a second chance, then he sees no reason why she should not have the same opportunity. In fact, he would guess that she deserves it even more than he ever did. Perhaps that is why he feels so hopeful when it comes to her.
He might try and deny it later, but when she tells him he’s good it sends a pleasant shiver all through his body. It makes him feel warm and good and like he’s really doing something right. He’s been getting that more lately. Has people he knows think of him in a good light even when their relationships didn’t start off so sunny. But to hear it from Natasha, from someone who actually knew him during the darkest time of his life, it fills him with an almost overwhelming feeling of pride and joy. It makes him want to please her even more.
“Normally I am more about taking things slowly, but perhaps we can save that for next time.” Truth is, he couldn’t help himself. Never in a million years had he thought he would have this opportunity and now that he has it, he can’t seem to hold himself back. He wants her almost desperately now, feels a deep need to thrust into her and bring her more pleasure than she has ever experienced before. Of course, he has no idea if he can ever manage something so grand, but it is exactly what he hopes to accomplish.
The heat coming from between her legs as she presses around him, not yet taking him but allowing him to feel her, how wet she is as she moves against him. It is one of the best feelings he can remember. His own hips begin to move in response, pressing against her as she moves her hips, rolling them, teasing him.
He groans against her lips as she kisses him lightly. “I have never wanted someone so much in my life. Everything about you is desirable and more than anything, I wish to sheath myself deep inside you and fuck you until you forget your name and can no longer see straight.”
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Date: 2024-02-05 03:58 pm (UTC)Had she ever been so vulnerable in her life? Surly not with Banner who she attempted to offer a little bit of her heart and body to and was so quickly dumped into a bath of cold hard icy truth. She wasn't good enough, not hardly enough. From then on she stayed so very closed off to anything that might have come her way, that Natasha only allowed her pleasure to happen on missions, and rare one offs. Nothing like this, no one ever like Loki.
As she stole heartbeat after heartbeat from the way he looked after her, she trembled slightly on top of him. "I want you too, more than I have wanted anything in a long, long time." Sliding back, she slipped over his tip and then beyond offering one final tease before reaching back. Her body was so slick by now that as soon as she steadied him, her body descended on his easily. In one slick movement, she took every long, thick inch of him inside her. "Oh, fuck, Loki." She moaned and had to still herself, letting only the walls of her cunt tighten and wave around his cock. "I need this. I need you. Fuck me, and don't let me remember. All I want is you, make me yours."
Absolutely no worries! I know that feeling too well.
Date: 2024-02-06 09:45 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2024-02-07 03:09 pm (UTC)While Natasha knew more about loss than the majority of them, and more about what it meant to find and hold onto someone, she also knew the price and weight of guilt. Finding that one other person that understood it was rare. Clint was her person, but now to find Loki. To feel his body pressed up tight to hers, left her constantly in wonder of what the world really did hold in store now. Was it, could it be her turn?
As tight as she was, Nat could feel the thickness of him twitch as he pressed deep inside her. It made her whimper slightly, dropping her head forward so that it rested against his for a second. She didn't have to make this personal. Nat had every choice of sitting back as she rode him, of offering him the full picture of her body in all its glory bouncing on top of him, but this she kept close.
This way Natasha could feel her whole body slide up and down along his as she rode his cock. She circled her hips against his body, edging herself to a quick orgasm. It had been budding from the beginning. There are several ways for a woman to warm herself up-- and some of it is done through mere communication, and the way she squeezes her thighs throughout a kiss. She'd been feeling the weight of his cock inside her from the start, and now that he was there, her body responded with a resplendent, shattering orgasm, that brought all her muscles tight and clenched around him. "Fuck, Jesus. Oh fucking, fuck, Dear god, Loki, Yes, Oh Yes. You. This is you." She cried out and clung to him as she continued to ride him throughout the entire process.
As soon as she came back, her mouth sought his and poured out all the praise and emotion she could muster for what he'd given her already. He was swift and strong, and his body was immaculate perfection. "Fuck, your cock is amazing. You feel so damn good in my pussy, Loki. You're so good at this. That was fucking amazing, I haven't had better in ages. Just keep fucking me, please. Don't stop."
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Date: 2024-02-09 11:27 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 01:16 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-13 10:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-15 05:33 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-16 01:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-18 12:02 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-18 04:01 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-20 02:20 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-21 09:50 pm (UTC)