"I can say that I was never frightened by magic, but I've never known the richness of its touch from the inside. It's behind my eyelids and spins webs through my fingers. I know that there are things I can do that I never thought of before. What you have brought me is ... is... beyond words. There's so much love, my darling, and now this." Marveling at how it feels to have such power is wonderfully terrifying. It's a beautiful thing to be so tightly bound to another person, and to know that they love as deeply as she does.

No one will ever have him as she does, because of this bond-- and yet now she has a gift that she never dreamed of before. Only time will tell her how to use and explore the magic that grows and shifts through Natasha's entire being now.

Whenever Loki reveals another layer of his body, Natasha is there waiting. Her lips were full, red, and plush against his skin. Moisture from between them skims the surface of his flesh right before she allows her warm pink tongue the pleasure of caressing him. Soft little hums come with almost every taste of her husband's body-- tiny bits of magic now sewn into the way they touch, and into Loki's flavor. It's all new now that it's no longer individual, but shared. Nat caresses his hip with the edge of her thumb, tracing the bone while she gazes up at him. "Where did you want your mark again? God, you are the most beautiful man I know. I don't think I'll ever grow tired of telling you that, like I'll never grow tired of the words I love you."