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blackhourglass) wrote2024-02-20 10:36 am
blackhourglass) wrote2024-02-20 10:36 am
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As his orgasm finally begins to wane, his mind becomes hazy with afterglow. He’s only just vaguely aware of her gentle hands as she unties him. His muscles all feel loose and languid. Loki can’t ever remember coming so hard in his life. And it only makes sense that the best orgasm of his life would come at the hands of Natasha Romanoff. Only she could touch him like this, could make him react in such a way, could bring him to such glorious heights.
“You were, love. In all the ways that count, it was you fucking me.” And he believes that to his core. It didn’t matter that some toy was involved as well. This happened because of her, because of them. No one else could make him feel like this.
He had made quite the mess, but didn’t care even enough to magic it away right away, his mind still too hazy to care as he rolls onto his back, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in as she snuggles up to his sweaty and spent body. Without a second thought, he leans in to kiss her deeply. “I love you too, my sweet.” He runs a hand slowly down her body. “You have made me come so beautifully. Did this bring you release as well? Or do I get the privilege of returning the favour?”
Loki might be tired, but he’s not that tired. He’s always game to give Natasha all the pleasure she deserves.
“You were, love. In all the ways that count, it was you fucking me.” And he believes that to his core. It didn’t matter that some toy was involved as well. This happened because of her, because of them. No one else could make him feel like this.
He had made quite the mess, but didn’t care even enough to magic it away right away, his mind still too hazy to care as he rolls onto his back, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in as she snuggles up to his sweaty and spent body. Without a second thought, he leans in to kiss her deeply. “I love you too, my sweet.” He runs a hand slowly down her body. “You have made me come so beautifully. Did this bring you release as well? Or do I get the privilege of returning the favour?”
Loki might be tired, but he’s not that tired. He’s always game to give Natasha all the pleasure she deserves.
There was such wonder in seeing him like this, and knowing that she had been the one to do it. Natasha couldn't recall a time where she'd ever brought a man pleasure as great as this- -but she'd never tried either. It would never occur to her to do so until now, until she'd found the man she loved more than life itself. The man she bound herself to in every manner possible. They would be tied together in ceremony soon, and this was only the start of their life together.
Watching him roll over, eyes glazed with the remnants of the orgasm she brought him, Natasha leans in and runs her body against his, her legs sliding against his own. She can feel bits of his sticky release against his thighs, as she is certain he can feel the slick from her own enthusiasm running along the inside of her legs. Moaning softly, she falls into their kiss, nipping at his lip while pouring a measure of her distinct hunger into it. There's no doubt that she's on the edge of panting for his touch.
Though she finds no fault in him not recognizing her need right away. In fact, she's almost pleased by it-- knowing that he's so sated and lost in that feeling to realize how desperate she is for him. "I- I was too busy focusing on you to find my own pleasure. I loved watching the way you fell apart under my hands. Knowing that I was doing that brought me an intrinsic pleasure... and now. Fuck, I'm burning up inside." Natasha kisses over his jaw, running her teeth in a primal streak behind-- feeling raw and open now, desperate and incredibly needy after what she's just done.
Watching him roll over, eyes glazed with the remnants of the orgasm she brought him, Natasha leans in and runs her body against his, her legs sliding against his own. She can feel bits of his sticky release against his thighs, as she is certain he can feel the slick from her own enthusiasm running along the inside of her legs. Moaning softly, she falls into their kiss, nipping at his lip while pouring a measure of her distinct hunger into it. There's no doubt that she's on the edge of panting for his touch.
Though she finds no fault in him not recognizing her need right away. In fact, she's almost pleased by it-- knowing that he's so sated and lost in that feeling to realize how desperate she is for him. "I- I was too busy focusing on you to find my own pleasure. I loved watching the way you fell apart under my hands. Knowing that I was doing that brought me an intrinsic pleasure... and now. Fuck, I'm burning up inside." Natasha kisses over his jaw, running her teeth in a primal streak behind-- feeling raw and open now, desperate and incredibly needy after what she's just done.
In return, Loki couldn’t think of a time when anyone had brought him this level of pleasure either. He knows now that he’s going to have to up his game and return the favour. He decides in that moment that he’s going to make sure he finds out everything she enjoys and bring it all together so that she receives the same pleasure or better that she just gave to him.
He only wishes he was as much of a natural at figuring that out as she clearly is. Because he really doesn’t know how he’s going to manage topping what she’s just done for him.
Taking a moment to simply enjoy the afterglow, he holds her close, his hand dancing over every inch of skin he can reach. He listens to her, noting the heat he can still feel coming from her. He might seem off in his own haze of pleasure, but he takes in every word she says. Loki hums lightly at the feel of her lips and teeth against his skin.
“Well now, we can’t have that can we? My queen deserves all the pleasure her king can muster.” He grins before quickly rolling them so that she’s on her back before kissing her fiercely. It’s really only a shame he won’t be able to get hard just yet, but that doesn’t mean he can’t bring her to new heights. Loki begins to trail his kisses down her body, starting with her neck before dragging his tongue down her body, stopping at one breast to dance his tongue over one pert nipple.
He only wishes he was as much of a natural at figuring that out as she clearly is. Because he really doesn’t know how he’s going to manage topping what she’s just done for him.
Taking a moment to simply enjoy the afterglow, he holds her close, his hand dancing over every inch of skin he can reach. He listens to her, noting the heat he can still feel coming from her. He might seem off in his own haze of pleasure, but he takes in every word she says. Loki hums lightly at the feel of her lips and teeth against his skin.
“Well now, we can’t have that can we? My queen deserves all the pleasure her king can muster.” He grins before quickly rolling them so that she’s on her back before kissing her fiercely. It’s really only a shame he won’t be able to get hard just yet, but that doesn’t mean he can’t bring her to new heights. Loki begins to trail his kisses down her body, starting with her neck before dragging his tongue down her body, stopping at one breast to dance his tongue over one pert nipple.
Natasha might be a fireball internally, but she is still flying high from what she did to Loki-- his pleasure translates easily into how her body still writhes and moves beneath the man she loves now. There's an inhuman need to be touched and desired, but there's also a part of her that doesn't need to find that ultimate goal; having found it with Loki was more than enough. She was woven together so intimately with him when he finally let go that Nat swore she could feel the way his body stretched tight and bundled with that profound pleasure at his core before exploding.
Being behind him, working Loki through that unique experience, brought Nat to a new height of pleasure as well. Maybe she was an inferno of his pleasure right now, and it only stood to reason that every time his fingers stroked over her naked form, she cried out. "My Loki. Oh gods, yes." When his mouth captured hers, she poured out all that she had taken in from their experience, lapping and exchanging the fierce resonating pleasure that still sang across her form from Loki's pleasure.
Perhaps he was still out of it, but she wasn't completely aware of everything either. Lost in this nest of heat and love, she gasped when he kissed his way down her body. Nails drew pink lines along his shoulders and cast slightly darker hues along the strength of his arms. His mouth was a force of nature, and when it found her sensitive nipple, it struck her core like lightning. "Loki!" Nat bit at her lip until it bled, the pleasure was like someone had flipped the circuit breaker on in her body and she could suddenly feel lights popping on everywhere, dragging everything down to her core.
Being behind him, working Loki through that unique experience, brought Nat to a new height of pleasure as well. Maybe she was an inferno of his pleasure right now, and it only stood to reason that every time his fingers stroked over her naked form, she cried out. "My Loki. Oh gods, yes." When his mouth captured hers, she poured out all that she had taken in from their experience, lapping and exchanging the fierce resonating pleasure that still sang across her form from Loki's pleasure.
Perhaps he was still out of it, but she wasn't completely aware of everything either. Lost in this nest of heat and love, she gasped when he kissed his way down her body. Nails drew pink lines along his shoulders and cast slightly darker hues along the strength of his arms. His mouth was a force of nature, and when it found her sensitive nipple, it struck her core like lightning. "Loki!" Nat bit at her lip until it bled, the pleasure was like someone had flipped the circuit breaker on in her body and she could suddenly feel lights popping on everywhere, dragging everything down to her core.
Not for the first time this night, Loki can’t help but think about how they seem to be intrinsically joined together. How quickly they have come together, matching perfectly like with no one else before. Loki isn’t sure he’ll ever get used to the idea, like he’ll always be pleasantly surprised to find he’s found his one, his queen. And he plans to be the best husband she could ever wish for. They will have the best life together and Loki plans on spending every single day showing her just how wonderful she is.
For now, he takes pleasure in bringing her pleasure. The way she reacts to him is something too beautiful for words. That she even allows him to see her this way is something he will treasure for the rest of time. How she writhes and pants for him, calling his name. She is the most beautiful creature in all the multiverse and he’s never been happier.
As she calls out in pleasure again, he sucks hard at her nipple, adding teeth as he slides a hand between her legs to tease at her clit. Even if she comes on the spot, he’s not done with her. He wants to taste her pleasure, and he doesn’t plan on stopping until he does.
For now, he takes pleasure in bringing her pleasure. The way she reacts to him is something too beautiful for words. That she even allows him to see her this way is something he will treasure for the rest of time. How she writhes and pants for him, calling his name. She is the most beautiful creature in all the multiverse and he’s never been happier.
As she calls out in pleasure again, he sucks hard at her nipple, adding teeth as he slides a hand between her legs to tease at her clit. Even if she comes on the spot, he’s not done with her. He wants to taste her pleasure, and he doesn’t plan on stopping until he does.
It's going to take much longer than a single evening to make complete sense of all that has happened, even once they are joined later on in the day and they've found themselves among the bough of their wedding bed, marking one another in their special ways, Nat postulates that it will be a thing she pinches herself over with the rise of each new day. She knows that she will continually admire and live for the special marks that they wear and the essence that they share within those marks. Sharing blood and flesh is spiritual; together, they are bound in time, beyond time, so it should be such.
Even now, Nat can feel the tethering of that bond with Loki's naked form pressed hard and tight to hers. She writhed against him, even with him moving away from her. Her thighs grasped around his sides and back, toes slid against his waist and hips. Shivering, She can barely stand the singular pleasure from his mouth clamped around her nipple. It's excruciating in the way it sends nothing but thrilling sensations to her core.
This was one of those times where she was worked up enough that Loki wouldn't even have to touch her clit. He could have kept at her nipples alone, and she would have found herself lost to him. Yet he does reach into her wetness and rolls against that sensitive nub. Her hands grip his shoulders, and she only lasts moments before her orgasm greets her, hips rolling against his fingers. Moaning loudly, Natasha cries out Loki's name over and over. He's her lover, her love, and her king. He's everything she could ever want, and every bit of pleasure that radiates through her is because of him and him alone. Fuck, she loves him.
Even now, Nat can feel the tethering of that bond with Loki's naked form pressed hard and tight to hers. She writhed against him, even with him moving away from her. Her thighs grasped around his sides and back, toes slid against his waist and hips. Shivering, She can barely stand the singular pleasure from his mouth clamped around her nipple. It's excruciating in the way it sends nothing but thrilling sensations to her core.
This was one of those times where she was worked up enough that Loki wouldn't even have to touch her clit. He could have kept at her nipples alone, and she would have found herself lost to him. Yet he does reach into her wetness and rolls against that sensitive nub. Her hands grip his shoulders, and she only lasts moments before her orgasm greets her, hips rolling against his fingers. Moaning loudly, Natasha cries out Loki's name over and over. He's her lover, her love, and her king. He's everything she could ever want, and every bit of pleasure that radiates through her is because of him and him alone. Fuck, she loves him.
It’s as if they are both insatiable for each other. Not just sexually, but spiritually. In fact, he desires her in all ways possible. He wants to better know her mind, body and soul and the fact that he has that chance, that that will happen fills him with a sense of purpose and joy that he didn’t know was possible. She is everything he ever could’ve dreamed of and so much more. Together they will see all the multiverse has to show them while they ensure the destiny of all living creatures.
He worries, a bit, that it is too much to ask. This has all happened so quickly, he’s unsure she has had the time to truly consider what this all means, but in his heart he knows this is meant to be and she will handle it all with strength and grace.
It feels as though her body is strung tight, and he knows she’s about to release. The thought gives him a thrill as he sucks harder and rubs faster. Her legs grip him tightly and he knows just how hard she’s going to come. When she does, he’s filled with a sense of pride even as he doesn’t let up. As she crests, he plunges his fingers deep inside her as his thumb continues to press circles into her clit, trying to drag every last bit of pleasure from her. She is so stunningly beautiful like this and he cannot express just how much he loves her in return.
He worries, a bit, that it is too much to ask. This has all happened so quickly, he’s unsure she has had the time to truly consider what this all means, but in his heart he knows this is meant to be and she will handle it all with strength and grace.
It feels as though her body is strung tight, and he knows she’s about to release. The thought gives him a thrill as he sucks harder and rubs faster. Her legs grip him tightly and he knows just how hard she’s going to come. When she does, he’s filled with a sense of pride even as he doesn’t let up. As she crests, he plunges his fingers deep inside her as his thumb continues to press circles into her clit, trying to drag every last bit of pleasure from her. She is so stunningly beautiful like this and he cannot express just how much he loves her in return.
As their future awaits them, Natasha grows more and more eager for the adventures that they will have together. She knows that it will be boundless enjoyment in so many ways. Not the first being the start of their life together. Although, how she can ever set her mind to any more of those details when Loki's set her mind to the most delicious winding up of her body she's ever felt. No one in the world can touch her like this, and she wants no one else.
How many times can she think that, say that, and mean it-- each time deeper than the time before? If anything, she worries that the intensity of her love might be too much, that she might need him more than he'll ever realize, that the desire to crawl inside him and be a part of him goes beyond the normal. It's far too deep of a passion, too much possession, and obsession even, but Nat knows there's no turning back-- and she prays that he'll never turn her away.
The quicker her rubs, the closer she comes until she's lost and flying high-- cursing through her orgasm and singing his name. Intensity has new meaning when pleasure crashes in from all directions and doesn't stop. It only continues to build, keeping her bowed and crying out. It feels like a full minute before Natasha can't stand it any longer and has to let go to breathe; she drops down and clings to Loki, a panting mess.
"Oh my heavens, that was spectacular. You are amazing, my love. I can't wait to carry your name."
How many times can she think that, say that, and mean it-- each time deeper than the time before? If anything, she worries that the intensity of her love might be too much, that she might need him more than he'll ever realize, that the desire to crawl inside him and be a part of him goes beyond the normal. It's far too deep of a passion, too much possession, and obsession even, but Nat knows there's no turning back-- and she prays that he'll never turn her away.
The quicker her rubs, the closer she comes until she's lost and flying high-- cursing through her orgasm and singing his name. Intensity has new meaning when pleasure crashes in from all directions and doesn't stop. It only continues to build, keeping her bowed and crying out. It feels like a full minute before Natasha can't stand it any longer and has to let go to breathe; she drops down and clings to Loki, a panting mess.
"Oh my heavens, that was spectacular. You are amazing, my love. I can't wait to carry your name."
There is nothing in the world she could do to make him turn her away, or that he would find too overwhelming. She might worry that her feelings are too intense, but the fact of the matter is that Loki feels the exact same way. There is nothing int he world he wants more than to have her by his side for all of eternity. He can no longer imagine a world without her in it and he will do everything in his power for them to live the rest of their days in splendour.
Now that he has her in his life, he cannot imagine going back to the loneliness he experienced before. His time on his throne previously has been fulfilling for sure, but despite his love for his job and his need to continue it, he knows now he is not meant to do it alone. At least not anymore. There really is no one better suited to sit by his side and help the continuation of the multiverse. He only isn’t sure why it took him so long to realize it.
As she comes, Loki thinks there’s nothing better in the world than making her happy. He hopes that she finds their job together as satisfying, but no matter what, he plans on taking her to bed each night and giving her this. He feels her wetness gush over his hand as she squeezes around his fingers, her words falling from her mouth in the most beautiful cadence. Loki has seen many things in his time, but nothing compares to this.
Slowly, he removes his hand and wraps her in an embrace as he softly kisses the delicate skin of her neck. “You deserve everything you could ever desire. You can have all of me forever, I am yours.”
Now that he has her in his life, he cannot imagine going back to the loneliness he experienced before. His time on his throne previously has been fulfilling for sure, but despite his love for his job and his need to continue it, he knows now he is not meant to do it alone. At least not anymore. There really is no one better suited to sit by his side and help the continuation of the multiverse. He only isn’t sure why it took him so long to realize it.
As she comes, Loki thinks there’s nothing better in the world than making her happy. He hopes that she finds their job together as satisfying, but no matter what, he plans on taking her to bed each night and giving her this. He feels her wetness gush over his hand as she squeezes around his fingers, her words falling from her mouth in the most beautiful cadence. Loki has seen many things in his time, but nothing compares to this.
Slowly, he removes his hand and wraps her in an embrace as he softly kisses the delicate skin of her neck. “You deserve everything you could ever desire. You can have all of me forever, I am yours.”
Shivers run through her spine with the touch of his lips to her sensitive neck after such a monumental orgasm. All she can think about is how spectacular life is now that he is in her world. In the space of so many short hours, Natasha's life has been turned up on end and there's no going back, but she wouldn't give up any of this-- not for all the riches in the world, for her riches are right here in this precious man holding her tight. Sighing against all the sensations still buzzing through her system, she gazes up at him.
"I can't wait until we give our declarations later today. It's only a matter of hours now, and we will stand together and speak words that will bind us together forever, and then we will mark one another. I can't wait for you to see me in what I've chosen to wear. Although, this attire here is pretty amazing."
Natasha runs her fingers down along Loki's side and up his back, admiring his strength. There's such richness in his character and body. There are so many facets of him that Natasha can't wait to explore.
"I can't wait until we give our declarations later today. It's only a matter of hours now, and we will stand together and speak words that will bind us together forever, and then we will mark one another. I can't wait for you to see me in what I've chosen to wear. Although, this attire here is pretty amazing."
Natasha runs her fingers down along Loki's side and up his back, admiring his strength. There's such richness in his character and body. There are so many facets of him that Natasha can't wait to explore.
In all his long life, Loki has never felt like this before. So much of his life he has been alone, even if much of that has been his own doing. It felt like karma when he’d had to give up everyone he’d come to cherish in order to save the multiverse. It is what he deserves, or that is what he’d thought at the time.
This though, finding Natasha again and having the chance to apologize, above all else, has shown him that he does deserve a second chance. Not only that, but he actually has one. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for her and no way he can thank her enough for everything it means to have her by his side. His queen.
”There is nothing that could ever take me away from you, and our ceremony later will only solidify that. Our bonds shall never be broken.” He places a gentle kiss to the side of her face as he relaxes against her, enjoying the feel of her hands caressing him. He really could not be more thankful in that moment.
[ooc: Should we fast forward to the ceremony?]
This though, finding Natasha again and having the chance to apologize, above all else, has shown him that he does deserve a second chance. Not only that, but he actually has one. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for her and no way he can thank her enough for everything it means to have her by his side. His queen.
”There is nothing that could ever take me away from you, and our ceremony later will only solidify that. Our bonds shall never be broken.” He places a gentle kiss to the side of her face as he relaxes against her, enjoying the feel of her hands caressing him. He really could not be more thankful in that moment.
[ooc: Should we fast forward to the ceremony?]
The Bride will be wearing
...& of course, tucked under a garter
lovely glass daggers
Binding Ceremony Location
Forest Getaway for after, for marking and sharing love.
It's been a daydream from the moment Nat merged her life with Loki, and here, with magic all around her, the dream continues. The flower petals beneath her feet are soft and cover the gentle moss below it. The forest life calls out around her as she stands at the end of a quiet aisle. Somewhere music begins to play, and she can't help the smile on her face. Perhaps the song is slightly overdone, but nothing suits the occasion better. She has waited a thousand years for this, and now she's got lifetimes to be with Loki.
Walking along the aisle, she glances forward at the man she's to bind herself to and takes a deep breath. There's a small altar at the end of the aisle with a sash to tie them together and two candles on either side of a larger one in the center, another symbol of them putting their lives together. She will be his wife tonight, and there will be no question. Tonight, she will wear his mark and offer every bit of herself to Loki, and she couldn't be more thrilled.
follow the link to the beginning of the ceremony.
[Feel free to add anything you want, his outfit, the rings, any magic he wants to add to make it fun. These are all pictures I found while they were talking about it during the rp. :) Also, if you want to change anything, let me know. ]
[Feel free to add anything you want, his outfit, the rings, any magic he wants to add to make it fun. These are all pictures I found while they were talking about it during the rp. :) Also, if you want to change anything, let me know. ]
Often Loki has heard that people are nervous on the day of their wedding. In theory, he can understand that. The prospect of joining yourself with another for eternity could be a daunting one, but as it turns out, this is not Loki’s experience at all. He’s never been more certain of anything before in his life. He and Natasha are meant for each other and they will spend their lives together. If anything, he’s excited. More excited than he’s ever been about anything before.
As he stands at the end of the aisle, dressed in a form-fitting black and green suit that is classy but also understated, he smiles as he watches her walk towards him. He still likes to dress well, but he isn’t as flashy as he once was. Besides, she is the star of this show and as she makes her way to him, he can’t help but think he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in all his life. When she arrives in front of him, he holds out his hand to her, unable to not reach for her when she is so close.
”You look absolutely stunning, my love.”
As he stands at the end of the aisle, dressed in a form-fitting black and green suit that is classy but also understated, he smiles as he watches her walk towards him. He still likes to dress well, but he isn’t as flashy as he once was. Besides, she is the star of this show and as she makes her way to him, he can’t help but think he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in all his life. When she arrives in front of him, he holds out his hand to her, unable to not reach for her when she is so close.
”You look absolutely stunning, my love.”
Throughout Nat's entire life, she's been full of doubt, but watching Loki standing there in his tux there is nothing but joy and readiness in her heart. She would run down the aisle if she could. Reaching him, she takes both his hands with hers and brings them to her lips to kiss. It's nearly impossible not to touch her lips to some part of him during this. There may be only the spirits of the world presiding over them, but this is the most intimate, spiritual, and formal ceremony, and she knows that she will be wed to this man in every way that matters after this. They will be bound before their gods, the Norns, and all time and creation.
Letting out a shakey breath, Nat stares up at him with eyes that glisten. "You never fail to make my heart pound. You're always robbing me of my breath with how gorgeous you are. Thank you. I'm glad you like my dress. I spent a long time picking it out." Glancing down at all the layers of tulle and fabric, Natasha knows that much of it is see-through, and she chose this specifically for this ceremony so that he alone would have the view of her body as it shone through this dress. There was no need for a unique liner. It was the true tone of her skin that glistened every time she moved with the tulle.
"So, are you ready for the binding ceremony, love? It's simple. Just say I will... instead of do you, and what follows, and then we can make each binding together. Then we will say the bottom part together, and be husband and wife, and exchange rings. I have yours. I trust you managed to find one for me. Then we can kiss and ..." Amazingly, Natasha blushed. It wasn't often such a thing happened, but the thought of kissing her husband made her blush more than anything else in this world. Her heart pounded away, and she got out the papers she'd printed for each of them, along with the handfasting chord she'd made out of ribbons she found around they place they were staying, and ripped up pieces of linen.
Letting out a shakey breath, Nat stares up at him with eyes that glisten. "You never fail to make my heart pound. You're always robbing me of my breath with how gorgeous you are. Thank you. I'm glad you like my dress. I spent a long time picking it out." Glancing down at all the layers of tulle and fabric, Natasha knows that much of it is see-through, and she chose this specifically for this ceremony so that he alone would have the view of her body as it shone through this dress. There was no need for a unique liner. It was the true tone of her skin that glistened every time she moved with the tulle.
"So, are you ready for the binding ceremony, love? It's simple. Just say I will... instead of do you, and what follows, and then we can make each binding together. Then we will say the bottom part together, and be husband and wife, and exchange rings. I have yours. I trust you managed to find one for me. Then we can kiss and ..." Amazingly, Natasha blushed. It wasn't often such a thing happened, but the thought of kissing her husband made her blush more than anything else in this world. Her heart pounded away, and she got out the papers she'd printed for each of them, along with the handfasting chord she'd made out of ribbons she found around they place they were staying, and ripped up pieces of linen.
It isn’t something Loki would ever suspect of Natasha. She has always seemed so strong and sure to him, but he knows as well as anyone just what it’s like to put up a mask to hide one’s insecurities. There is none of that now though, not for either of them. They know each other on such a deep level now that no one knows them like they know each other, inside and out. Loki wouldn’t have it any other way.
He grips her hands as she presses her soft lips to his knuckles, and smiles. She is not the only one that feels that way. When they are not in each other’s presence, Loki feels a longing that is wholly new to him and when they are, everything in him is screaming to touch her. Her physical touch is grounding in a way he didn’t know was possible.
Really, Natasha could be wrapped head to toe in burlap and he’d still find her attractive, but this dress compliments her so perfectly he hardly has the words to describe it. His eyes roam down her body, taking in every inch of her before coming back up to rest on her face, easily the most beautiful part of her physical body. He could stare into her eyes for the rest of eternity.
”I have never been more ready for anything in my whole life.” He listens intently as she lays out the exact procedure. It doesn’t sound so much different from other marriage rituals he’s heard about, except he knows this one has a certain magical element that fits them perfectly. “Of course I found you the perfect ring.” Or at least he believes it to be. Simple and elegant and beautiful beyond words. Just like his bride. As she blushes, he smiles and reaches up to cup one reddening cheek before getting back to the ceremony.
The chord is beautiful and Loki finds himself stroking one finger along its length in awe before taking one of the papers. “I cannot believe how quickly you got all of this together. It is absolutely perfect.”
He grips her hands as she presses her soft lips to his knuckles, and smiles. She is not the only one that feels that way. When they are not in each other’s presence, Loki feels a longing that is wholly new to him and when they are, everything in him is screaming to touch her. Her physical touch is grounding in a way he didn’t know was possible.
Really, Natasha could be wrapped head to toe in burlap and he’d still find her attractive, but this dress compliments her so perfectly he hardly has the words to describe it. His eyes roam down her body, taking in every inch of her before coming back up to rest on her face, easily the most beautiful part of her physical body. He could stare into her eyes for the rest of eternity.
”I have never been more ready for anything in my whole life.” He listens intently as she lays out the exact procedure. It doesn’t sound so much different from other marriage rituals he’s heard about, except he knows this one has a certain magical element that fits them perfectly. “Of course I found you the perfect ring.” Or at least he believes it to be. Simple and elegant and beautiful beyond words. Just like his bride. As she blushes, he smiles and reaches up to cup one reddening cheek before getting back to the ceremony.
The chord is beautiful and Loki finds himself stroking one finger along its length in awe before taking one of the papers. “I cannot believe how quickly you got all of this together. It is absolutely perfect.”
Maybe it took Nat a little while to organize things for their wedding, but they were together for most of it. He was there for all but the most minute details, and of course the wedding dress and when she picked out his ring. Her heart continued to beat in overtime as she watched Loki look at the chord she'd chosen for their ceremony. The way his fingers slip over it so delicately has her heart aching to touch him, to reach out and take his hands in hers and kiss each one. It's painful not to be pressed up tight against him now. However, she knows that soon, there will be marks between them that no one will erase.
Speaking the words of the ceremony, Nat watches as they are bound together and she can feel the magic within the chords with each wrap. There is power in this ceremony, even if there is no one here but the two of them. "Do you feel that..." She whispers when they finish the final wrap before they say the last of their vows together. It's a finality, a certainty that they are bound before the universe and time, that they are completely tied together as one.
Finishing the words, Nat takes the ring she found for Loki and places it on his finger as a symbol of their dedication and love for one another in all things. They are completely man and wife. It is finished, and as her finger is encircled, there's a sound that seems to ring out, declaring to the world around them that they are now married. It's powerful and robs her of breath. Natasha can feel a power she didn't have before and an opening of her mind she didn't have access to previously. Time seems to yawn open before her, and her eyes widen. Looking at Loki, she leans up to kiss him formally and impresses upon him that they are together, all they will be. She offers her love and only her love, wrapped up in the woman she is now, the queen that he has made her. She is his equal and opposite, and will always be with him.
Speaking the words of the ceremony, Nat watches as they are bound together and she can feel the magic within the chords with each wrap. There is power in this ceremony, even if there is no one here but the two of them. "Do you feel that..." She whispers when they finish the final wrap before they say the last of their vows together. It's a finality, a certainty that they are bound before the universe and time, that they are completely tied together as one.
Finishing the words, Nat takes the ring she found for Loki and places it on his finger as a symbol of their dedication and love for one another in all things. They are completely man and wife. It is finished, and as her finger is encircled, there's a sound that seems to ring out, declaring to the world around them that they are now married. It's powerful and robs her of breath. Natasha can feel a power she didn't have before and an opening of her mind she didn't have access to previously. Time seems to yawn open before her, and her eyes widen. Looking at Loki, she leans up to kiss him formally and impresses upon him that they are together, all they will be. She offers her love and only her love, wrapped up in the woman she is now, the queen that he has made her. She is his equal and opposite, and will always be with him.
It seems as though the closer they get to the actual binding, the more in tune with her he feels, and honestly he didn’t think that was even possible. But it’s like his soul can feel that it is almost time, that the wait for his soul mate is finally complete and soon they will both finally be whole. Seeing the chord just brings that all home.
The words they speak for the ceremony feel predestined, like Loki has known them his whole life but didn’t realize it. There is magic in the air that is all at once unfamiliar and comforting, like the magic is speaking to his own magic, getting to know each other before binding him and Nat together forever. The words flow through him, mixing with hers and he knows that this is as important as every other part of the ceremony.
They exchange rings and somehow it completes the circle. He knows it’s not done, there is more they will do to make their connection unbreakable, but this is the first and most important step. Or at least that is how it feels to Loki. It’s all coming together perfectly, just like he knew it would. He turns to look at Natasha directly and the awe and wonder he sees on her face lets him know exactly what she’s experiencing. In fact, he can feel it as much as see it, her mind is open to everything he does now and it makes her even more beautiful. Another thing he didn’t think was possible. Will she never cease to amaze him? He truly hopes not.
He smiles into the kiss and pulls her closer. They will never be apart again and he’s never been more thrilled in his life. “I will love you until the end of time,” he whispers against her lips, his eyes closed as he lets the feeling of completeness wash over him.
The words they speak for the ceremony feel predestined, like Loki has known them his whole life but didn’t realize it. There is magic in the air that is all at once unfamiliar and comforting, like the magic is speaking to his own magic, getting to know each other before binding him and Nat together forever. The words flow through him, mixing with hers and he knows that this is as important as every other part of the ceremony.
They exchange rings and somehow it completes the circle. He knows it’s not done, there is more they will do to make their connection unbreakable, but this is the first and most important step. Or at least that is how it feels to Loki. It’s all coming together perfectly, just like he knew it would. He turns to look at Natasha directly and the awe and wonder he sees on her face lets him know exactly what she’s experiencing. In fact, he can feel it as much as see it, her mind is open to everything he does now and it makes her even more beautiful. Another thing he didn’t think was possible. Will she never cease to amaze him? He truly hopes not.
He smiles into the kiss and pulls her closer. They will never be apart again and he’s never been more thrilled in his life. “I will love you until the end of time,” he whispers against her lips, his eyes closed as he lets the feeling of completeness wash over him.
The wedding ceremony, the hand-fasting, had been far more than Natasha could have hoped it would be. No matter what she might have imagined her wedding like growing up and occasionally like as a grown woman, this was so much more. It was intimate and simply full of awe and wonder. It was like the world stood up and applauded their joining. Natasha had goose-bumps across her soul, if ever there were such a thing.
Holding Loki after the ceremony, she gazed at him and knew she could never love another like this. He was the most wonderful man, and her heart was full to the rim and flowed over with all that she felt for him. "Until the end of time." There was no greater feeling than being one with him, still bound by the cloth and held tight in his arms.
Their honeymoon grove was mere steps away. That was the blessing enjoyed in being married to a god of magic. Loki had made everything so perfect. The flowers, growing ivy, trees, nothing was left out. The little twinkling lights and the dim glow of a perfect twilight. It was stunning. All he had to do was lift her and carry her over to where their bed lay strewn with flowers. Natasha had ordered something to wear for the night, which was secondary to merely being with him. All she wanted was to be close to him, and to make their marks upon one another, both by hand and with magic.
"I am looking forward to the rest of tonight. I can't wait to impress our magical trees upon one another."
Holding Loki after the ceremony, she gazed at him and knew she could never love another like this. He was the most wonderful man, and her heart was full to the rim and flowed over with all that she felt for him. "Until the end of time." There was no greater feeling than being one with him, still bound by the cloth and held tight in his arms.
Their honeymoon grove was mere steps away. That was the blessing enjoyed in being married to a god of magic. Loki had made everything so perfect. The flowers, growing ivy, trees, nothing was left out. The little twinkling lights and the dim glow of a perfect twilight. It was stunning. All he had to do was lift her and carry her over to where their bed lay strewn with flowers. Natasha had ordered something to wear for the night, which was secondary to merely being with him. All she wanted was to be close to him, and to make their marks upon one another, both by hand and with magic.
"I am looking forward to the rest of tonight. I can't wait to impress our magical trees upon one another."
For the first time in his life, Loki feels truly whole. He’s known for awhile that he’s been rather lonely for most of his life, but until this moment, he hadn’t really understood just what that means. Now that he is joined with Natasha on the deepest level, it all stands out starkly to him. How lonely he has been and how he will never be lonely again. And it is all down to the woman in his arms. He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to truly express how he feels to her, but somehow he knows that she understands intrinsically. Just like they both understood right away that they were meant for each other.
The honeymoon grove is exactly as they had discussed. Loki went out of his way to ensure he got every detail right. Not only because it is what they both want, but because he wants to show her just how much she means to him in every way he can manage. This next stage of their union means almost as much to him as their actual binding because it is his opportunity to show her just how special she is. He wouldn’t go to such effort for just anyone, after all.
With ease, he swings her into his arms, carrying her in a traditional bridal style, bringing her over to the bed where they will continue with their matrimonial ceremonies. The excitement from the binding ceremony still rushes through his veins and makes him all the more excited for the next step.
”You are mine and I am yours and we shall forever be entwined after this night. I cannot express the joy I feel with you here and now. I hope everything is perfect.”
The honeymoon grove is exactly as they had discussed. Loki went out of his way to ensure he got every detail right. Not only because it is what they both want, but because he wants to show her just how much she means to him in every way he can manage. This next stage of their union means almost as much to him as their actual binding because it is his opportunity to show her just how special she is. He wouldn’t go to such effort for just anyone, after all.
With ease, he swings her into his arms, carrying her in a traditional bridal style, bringing her over to the bed where they will continue with their matrimonial ceremonies. The excitement from the binding ceremony still rushes through his veins and makes him all the more excited for the next step.
”You are mine and I am yours and we shall forever be entwined after this night. I cannot express the joy I feel with you here and now. I hope everything is perfect.”
There's magic everywhere. It's not only in the ties that bind them together, but it's thick in the air. Natasha has never been surrounded by so much of it, but it feels like nothing else. It's completely indescribable as she inhales and allows it to fill every one of her senses. A part of her wonders if this is what heaven is like and if she'll ever need to go there because she's already found it right here in this magical grove with her new husband and soulmate.
Staring up into his eyes when he sweeps her off her feet, Nat loops her arms around Loki's neck and sighs with the weight of all the magnificent things around her, and it will only get better. "How could it get any more perfect when I've finally found the other part of me, the half of myself that was missing, and he's holding me in his arms? You make my world better; you make me perfect, Loki. I love you more than those words could ever convey."
Laid upon the bed, she pushes up on her arms to glance around, and her jaw drops in awe of all he's done. The bed is like a bundle of clouds, and the comforter is softer than anything she's ever touched. There are once again no words for what he's created, what he's done for her, and only her. It reaches in and wraps hold of her heart once more and when she thought she couldn't love him more, she finds that it grows deeper.
"I have something I got to change into for you. If you give me a moment, I'll go behind that little tree and change. I think you'll like it. I know I'm not a virgin, but it felt right for my honeymoon, for you."
Slipping off the bed, Natasha disappears and takes a while to slip out of her dress. Wedding dresses were never made to be taken off easily. Once naked, she took her time putting on the lingerie she'd picked out for their special night. She knew it wouldn't last long, but it was something special for them tonight. The choices had been endless, but Natasha loved how this ended up looking on her. Stepping out and walking back toward Loki, she smiled sheepishly.
"What do you think, my husband?"
Staring up into his eyes when he sweeps her off her feet, Nat loops her arms around Loki's neck and sighs with the weight of all the magnificent things around her, and it will only get better. "How could it get any more perfect when I've finally found the other part of me, the half of myself that was missing, and he's holding me in his arms? You make my world better; you make me perfect, Loki. I love you more than those words could ever convey."
Laid upon the bed, she pushes up on her arms to glance around, and her jaw drops in awe of all he's done. The bed is like a bundle of clouds, and the comforter is softer than anything she's ever touched. There are once again no words for what he's created, what he's done for her, and only her. It reaches in and wraps hold of her heart once more and when she thought she couldn't love him more, she finds that it grows deeper.
"I have something I got to change into for you. If you give me a moment, I'll go behind that little tree and change. I think you'll like it. I know I'm not a virgin, but it felt right for my honeymoon, for you."
Slipping off the bed, Natasha disappears and takes a while to slip out of her dress. Wedding dresses were never made to be taken off easily. Once naked, she took her time putting on the lingerie she'd picked out for their special night. She knew it wouldn't last long, but it was something special for them tonight. The choices had been endless, but Natasha loved how this ended up looking on her. Stepping out and walking back toward Loki, she smiled sheepishly.
"What do you think, my husband?"
The magic is so much thicker because it isn’t just his own anymore. She may not realize it, but as his chosen bride, it has caused his own magic to grow and expand, enveloping her and all that surrounds them. Perhaps in time he’ll even be able to teach her to harness it herself, if she wants. But for now it is a comforting presence that surrounds them, protecting them from the rest of the multiverse as they complete their wedding rites.
A soft blush rises in Loki’s cheeks at her words. He feels the same about her. She completes him in ways he hadn’t thought possible and for once, his silvertongue fails him as he tries to think of the appropriate words to tell her that he is nothing without her. Not now, not ever again. She is his world, his life, his soul and all he can do is lean in to kiss her, pouring all of those feelings into the gentle press of lips.
As she props herself up, he sits back, smiling at her as she takes it in. His heart beats faster in his chest as she admires what he’s put together and knows he’s succeeded in showing her just how much she means to him. That alone is enough to make him happy for the rest of his days. She deserves nothing less than to be treated as the Queen she is.
Nodding in response, Loki stretches himself out on the bed, watching as she heads behind a tree to change. As he waits, he strips himself out of his tie and jacket before loosening the buttons at the neck of his shirt. He doubts he’ll be wearing his clothing much longer, but doesn’t feel the need to strip fully right away. When she comes back out, Loki’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide as he sits up and takes notice of the beautiful woman coming out from behind the tree. That’s my wife he thinks to himself in disbelief as he stands and moves over to her.
”I thought I could not think of you as anymore beautiful and have been proven wrong.” As he reaches where she stands, he gently runs his hands down her arms before taking her hands and leaning in to place an almost chaste kiss on her lips. “I am the luckiest man in all the multiverse.”
A soft blush rises in Loki’s cheeks at her words. He feels the same about her. She completes him in ways he hadn’t thought possible and for once, his silvertongue fails him as he tries to think of the appropriate words to tell her that he is nothing without her. Not now, not ever again. She is his world, his life, his soul and all he can do is lean in to kiss her, pouring all of those feelings into the gentle press of lips.
As she props herself up, he sits back, smiling at her as she takes it in. His heart beats faster in his chest as she admires what he’s put together and knows he’s succeeded in showing her just how much she means to him. That alone is enough to make him happy for the rest of his days. She deserves nothing less than to be treated as the Queen she is.
Nodding in response, Loki stretches himself out on the bed, watching as she heads behind a tree to change. As he waits, he strips himself out of his tie and jacket before loosening the buttons at the neck of his shirt. He doubts he’ll be wearing his clothing much longer, but doesn’t feel the need to strip fully right away. When she comes back out, Loki’s jaw drops, his eyes going wide as he sits up and takes notice of the beautiful woman coming out from behind the tree. That’s my wife he thinks to himself in disbelief as he stands and moves over to her.
”I thought I could not think of you as anymore beautiful and have been proven wrong.” As he reaches where she stands, he gently runs his hands down her arms before taking her hands and leaning in to place an almost chaste kiss on her lips. “I am the luckiest man in all the multiverse.”
Pausing at the edge of their magical honeymoon bed, Natasha feels more at home here than anywhere else, and she has to wait and lean into it. She's nearly naked, and outside. The sounds of forest animals surround the darkness that reaches further than the canopy of stars around them, and there's not an ounce of fear. There's no trepidation, worry, or anxiety beyond what's to come between her and Loki tonight, and it's not true anxiety, it's that bubble of excitement that starts in the stomach and buzzes along the skin, trampling over the heart on the way out.
Natasha never knew her cheeks could hurt from smiling so damn much, but her own do. Letting a few threads of her robe loose, Nat crawls into the bed and wanders up to her husband on the plush bed. "This is incredible. I keep saying that to you and me. I might one day realize what the word stunning means. I'm glad you'll be able to recreate it again, so I can remember all this, since we don't have a photographer. I want one of you looking like the god you are with your shirt all open and delicious like that."
Her tone was light and playful, but Nat couldn't be more serious. He was incredibly sexy, trussed up in just his trousers and a shirt with a few buttons open. His hair was gorgeous and suited him perfectly. Kissing him softly, she runs her hand along his chest and leans in to lie beside him, snuggling up beside him to hold on and listen to the sound of his heart. "Married. We did it. We did it. Now we're going to mark one another and be even closer. I don't even know if I can feel closer."
Natasha never knew her cheeks could hurt from smiling so damn much, but her own do. Letting a few threads of her robe loose, Nat crawls into the bed and wanders up to her husband on the plush bed. "This is incredible. I keep saying that to you and me. I might one day realize what the word stunning means. I'm glad you'll be able to recreate it again, so I can remember all this, since we don't have a photographer. I want one of you looking like the god you are with your shirt all open and delicious like that."
Her tone was light and playful, but Nat couldn't be more serious. He was incredibly sexy, trussed up in just his trousers and a shirt with a few buttons open. His hair was gorgeous and suited him perfectly. Kissing him softly, she runs her hand along his chest and leans in to lie beside him, snuggling up beside him to hold on and listen to the sound of his heart. "Married. We did it. We did it. Now we're going to mark one another and be even closer. I don't even know if I can feel closer."
As they maneuver in their bed to be closer together, Loki’s eyes never trail from her. There truly is something magical about this moment and it’s not just the two of them there and how amazing their wedding has been, but as he also takes note of the soft sounds of the forest around them, he realizes what it is.
It’s peaceful.
In all of Loki’s very long life, he can’t ever remember feeling so peaceful. There have been quieter times, but he’s always felt anxious or energetic or some mix of those and other similar emotions. His life and his mind have always been things of chaos. It’s something he generally enjoys, but truth be told, he’s never really known peace so it isn’t something he’s been able to fairly judge. But now he has Natasha and she has shown him, is still showing him, what true peace is like.
”I will recreate this any time you wish, my love. Though I also think returning to this place each year for our anniversary might also be a nice thing to do. What do you think?” Perhaps it’s a little early to be thinking of anniversaries considering they’ve only been married a couple of hours, but for the first time in a very long time, Loki thinks the future is something he is looking forward to, with her by his side.
As she presses in next to him, he pulls her in closer and smiles. It seems like he will never stop smiling now. He wonders if others would think him mad for it. Not that he cares what they think, it is only a passing wonder as he kisses her back gently. “The markings are for us, but I believe that even without them, we are now intrinsically linked forever more. The markings are a blessed physical symbol of our joining only because we both desire to show what we cannot see.” It doesn’t make him want the markings any less, the opposite in fact, but he can’t imagine anything stopping them from being so closely bound, markings or not.
It’s peaceful.
In all of Loki’s very long life, he can’t ever remember feeling so peaceful. There have been quieter times, but he’s always felt anxious or energetic or some mix of those and other similar emotions. His life and his mind have always been things of chaos. It’s something he generally enjoys, but truth be told, he’s never really known peace so it isn’t something he’s been able to fairly judge. But now he has Natasha and she has shown him, is still showing him, what true peace is like.
”I will recreate this any time you wish, my love. Though I also think returning to this place each year for our anniversary might also be a nice thing to do. What do you think?” Perhaps it’s a little early to be thinking of anniversaries considering they’ve only been married a couple of hours, but for the first time in a very long time, Loki thinks the future is something he is looking forward to, with her by his side.
As she presses in next to him, he pulls her in closer and smiles. It seems like he will never stop smiling now. He wonders if others would think him mad for it. Not that he cares what they think, it is only a passing wonder as he kisses her back gently. “The markings are for us, but I believe that even without them, we are now intrinsically linked forever more. The markings are a blessed physical symbol of our joining only because we both desire to show what we cannot see.” It doesn’t make him want the markings any less, the opposite in fact, but he can’t imagine anything stopping them from being so closely bound, markings or not.
There hasn't been a lot of peace in Natasha's life either, so this little cove created by magic and love is the most at rest she's been in her entire life. In this moment, nothing exists beyond Loki and herself. There is no fear, no tomorrow, no yesterday. Her past isn't clinging to her and weighing her down-- nothing exists beyond this moment, beyond the beat of their hearts, which seem to have somehow synced to the same beat of the larger universe that Natasha can now feel all around them. It's ethereal. Her mind can reach out and think beyond what it ever could.
Lying there with her eyes closed, Natasha is aware of every breath Loki takes. She can feel his body next to hers on some plane beyond what she was connected to him previously. In her mind, Natasha knew that being with him, loving him, marrying him would bind them and her to an entirely new level, but now that she's here, it's incredible. There's so much more to take in and enjoy than she could have prepared herself for. There was no way she could have comprehended how much these vows would have tied them together, and now she knows that they are completely and inextrably tied together; nothing will ever separate them.
Tapping her fingers against his chest, widening them and running them along the impossibly smooth skin that always carries a slight chill, Natasha gazes up at the man she adores. "I would love to come here each year on our anniversary, and remember all this. I never knew I could ever feel so much for one person, and now that we are here, married, joined in this magical, remarkable way... Loki..." At a loss for words, Natasha leans up and places her lips against his in a deep, lingering kiss. One that tries to impart all that she's feeling right now. Breaking for air, her fingers undo the rest of his buttons. "You are the most gorgeous man in the cosmos. I don't know how I got so lucky. I am looking forward to celebrating this every way you wish."
Lying there with her eyes closed, Natasha is aware of every breath Loki takes. She can feel his body next to hers on some plane beyond what she was connected to him previously. In her mind, Natasha knew that being with him, loving him, marrying him would bind them and her to an entirely new level, but now that she's here, it's incredible. There's so much more to take in and enjoy than she could have prepared herself for. There was no way she could have comprehended how much these vows would have tied them together, and now she knows that they are completely and inextrably tied together; nothing will ever separate them.
Tapping her fingers against his chest, widening them and running them along the impossibly smooth skin that always carries a slight chill, Natasha gazes up at the man she adores. "I would love to come here each year on our anniversary, and remember all this. I never knew I could ever feel so much for one person, and now that we are here, married, joined in this magical, remarkable way... Loki..." At a loss for words, Natasha leans up and places her lips against his in a deep, lingering kiss. One that tries to impart all that she's feeling right now. Breaking for air, her fingers undo the rest of his buttons. "You are the most gorgeous man in the cosmos. I don't know how I got so lucky. I am looking forward to celebrating this every way you wish."
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