The possibilties of other lifetimes, and branches of time that pass by and nearly miss are still so foreign to Natasha. It would be like life to put them together over and over, given how strong their connection is. Maybe they are two souls destined to be together in a million other lives. If there have been fated couples since time began who have been cycling through bodies to be together, why can't there be two people who were destined to be together in timeline after timeline, falling through the twisted passages made especially for them to happen upon one another in the exact perfect moment so that when they finally do come together, it's pure magic.
Because it is, and Natasha's body already knows the frame that fits so ultimately against hers, and no matter how he takes her-- how deep, how powerfully, it will never be too much. He could do much of anything, dress her up as his little pain slut, and she would become that for him. Her trust in him is absolute, and he is now the alter at which she worships. His body is what she wants to pleasure as much as he does hers. It is a double edged sword of perfection made and tied between them.
There's another cry when she leans back and he fills her again. Every action is repeated as the pleasure builds. She can already tell that something new and different is building. It's deeper and resonates in a different place from where her orgasms normally do. There's no way to describe how it feels, other than she doesn't want it to stop. The added pleasure of his fingers have her panting and begging for more. She tosses her head back.
"Fuck, baby. This is... I don't even know. Don't stop. I'm going to come, but then once I do, don't stop, cause I won't be done..." How can she tell him that she's got two orgasms, two different types. The first hits her hard and she has to pull from his mouth, least she bites his tongue. Biting at her own lip, she presses through until she tastes blood, groaning deep and low-- the anal orgasm is low and deep and spreads like an electric bomb through her body. It's a quake that doesn't stop until she's panting. Then she's back to pumping against him and rolling her hips into his fingers-- building up what else he's started. "Fuck me Loki, oh lords, fuck me. Harder."
The longer they are together, the more they come together both physically and emotionally, the more he believes all that to be true. Kang did his best to keep them apart in his design for the Sacred Timeline and Loki has to wonder if he knew that he could not face them together, their force too great, or if he simply did not know beyond a certain point. Either way, it is clear now that nothing would keep them apart. It’s like the moment they met face to face that night, they became locked together, bound by an unseen force that blessed them both with true happiness and a connection so deep nothing could touch it.
Now she is his and he is hers. As much as he could do whatever he wants with her, the same is true in reverse. She could be his pain slut and he could be her whipping boy. Never before in his life has there been anyone he would kneel for, but he would kneel for her. After they were done here, he knew they would have to speak in detail about what was required of him, and by extension of her since she was going to be by his side now, but beyond that he also would like to talk more of how they will play in their downtime. Because no matter how much work they have, he knows that they will always want each other in all ways and he wants them both to know everything the other wants and needs.
Loki has made many people of all genders come before and he would like to add he believes himself to be very good at it, but absolutely nothing compares to making Natasha come. “I will not stop, my love.” Is all he manages before he could swear he feels her orgasm as her body practically ripples around him. He pumps into her harder and faster, his hand still working her pussy, though he’s starting to run on auto-pilot as her body squeezes around his cock. He watches her arch and moan, her body stuttering and thrusting against him in the wake of pleasure rolling hard through her body.
It takes everything he’s got not to come deep inside her just at the sight.
She slows, but only just slightly as she continues to rock back on him. He doesn’t let up, still thrusting deep into her ass while adding a third finger to her pussy. He knows she’s going to come again. He brings up his free hand then to pinch and roll at one of her nipples, feeling how hard it is between his fingers. Loki does exactly as she asks, his hips moving harder and faster now, pushing all the way into her with each thrust, burying himself fully in her without thought or worry. He drives his fingers into her as deep as they will go and does his best to curl them, wanting to hit her spot but unsure if he has the correct angle.
“Come for me again.” He whispers, voice deep and low. “I want to feel all of you tighten around me while I fill you with my seed so deep you may have it within you forever.”
It certainly would have been a feat to see Kang try and take on both Loki and Natasha. Then again, it wasn't needed in the end. Life had taken the course that was needed, and the outcome was even more sweet this way. The souls destined to be together as fate has wound it finally managed to find one another, despite whatever forces fought against them. Love fought for them, and it always did seem to conquer all, didn't it. It broke through a hold that brought two together that never would have found it in themselves to probably find one another under normal circumstances.
This was beyond that and above it all. It would be marvelous to see what was in store for them as they continue to move forward in all seriousness and in their downtime. Natasha is certain as Loki is, even now as her body continues to move and flex around his. He's masterful at his craft. She couldn't have chosen a better lover if she'd sat down and attempted to -- then again, she did happen to choose a man who had been doing this for thousands of years, manipulating those of all genders, and kinds. She fell apart around his body, and while she gripped at his sides and did her best to continue to try and hold on, Natasha knew she didn't have much longer until she fell apart again.
When Loki adds yet another finger inside her she swears that he's filling her with two of himself. She cries out for him and arches against his body, coming down hard on his cock at full force when her second orgasm-- this one a full grade g-spot internal orgasm has her body arching and quivering, as she tightens everywhere. His finger on her nipple makes her clit throb and she can even feel a hit of that as she comes and continues to ride wave after wave. "Come inside me, fuck loki. Now." She's nearly screaming his name as she tries to move against him, but it's too hard. Her orgasm has made motion almost impossible. She stuck riding the fingers he's got inside her, begging them to keep rubbing her until she's drowning in the most incredible wave she's ever felt.
Falling down from it all, she only stops and draws slack against Loki when she is certain that he's lost himself inside her as well. She knows that only he could have taken her to that height of pleasure, and nothing will ever compare to being with him ever again. "I love you." She whispers, and turns her head to touch her lips to the closest piece of skin she can find.
There had been a time when Loki had thought that he would be alone forever. Even as he started to make friends, he never imagined he could really have this. For a long time he believe it wasn’t something he deserved and being told that Kang’s plan for him was to fail so that others may succeed hadn’t helped that. Of course, now he knows better. He knows that all of this did happen for a reason, that somehow he is the chosen variant, the one able to break free of the chains of the Sacred Timeline and set everything to right. There is a version of him that is meant to live that original life, and a million more that live millions more, but he’s the one that has allowed that to happen and though she is really so much more than this, Natasha is certainly a prize for having done such things.
Prize seems like the wrong word. But Loki does see that him being allowed to be with her is something that is special and why else could he be so deserving? He also thinks that this version of her must have similar reasons for wanting and receiving him. Just another way in which he believes they are truly equals. All versions of her are brilliant and worthy in his mind, but he also believes that it’s possible she has done something different that allows her to see beyond his past and accept him so fully.
All thought is wrenched from him as he hits the correct spot and feels her arch and hears his name on her lips. He doesn’t let up, pressing firmly against that spot inside her as he holds onto her, ensuring he remains fully buried as she pushes back hard onto him. The only motion for a moment is his fingers massaging her spot while his thumb rubs at her clit. He gasps out her name as she comes harder than he’s ever made anyone come before.
Instincts take over as she calls for him to come. He couldn’t deny her if he tried and that is the last thing he wants. How could he with her body gripped tightly around him like that. Using the last of his strength, he lifts her with his free arm and drives her back down onto his cock for one last thrust as he feels himself erupt inside her. All his senses feel numbed as all he can focus on is how it feels to be buried inside her tight heat. His body tenses and he grips her tight to his chest, pleasure rolling through his whole body in overwhelming waves for what feels like an eternity. He’s never come like this before, never been so fully entranced by his partner that he couldn’t see or feel anything but her.
Loki has no idea how long it’s been when he comes back to his senses. Natasha is almost limp against his body and he’s still buried inside her, though both hands are now wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly to him. He can hear her words of love and it touches him so deeply he worries for a moment he might cry. As she turns to kiss him, he moves into it, awkwardly capturing her lips as best he can and holding onto her as if she is the most precious thing in the world.
Where there is great sacrifice there is also great reward. They've both come from places where they've done a variety of grievous acts, and somehow turned themselves around into beings that were both willing to sacrifice anything for the greater good, both for the universe-- obviously Loki for the multiverse as a whole. It looks like their offerings were not given in vain. Maybe Natasha has not made hers yet, but the willingness is there in her heart and it is already known to time.
What a shame her life might have been to never have found this love, this rich aspect of her heart-- to know that she's capable of allowing every wall to fall around her heart and soul, things she's kept locked for so long. Within such a short span it's all come unchained and here she is filled and still quivering, throbbing with the fierce pleasure that wracked her entire being. Tethered to Loki as she is, Natasha leans back heavily and laps across his mouth the best she can.
It feels like a sin that she should move and release his body, but it's also not exactly the most secure position to hold onto for much longer. "I don't want to let go of you." She sighs, and lets her head drop back across his shoulder, opening her neck to him. Lolling it to the side she kisses his neck, and tastes mixed bits of water and sweat. It seems like they need to sink in the tub to rinse off this latest bout of lovemaking before crawling back out to rest and then most likely talk about all the wonderful worlds of life that await them. Hands slip down the sides of Loki's thighs and knead along them. Fuck, she loves this man. She loves him so much more than she ever thought possible before finding him.
She is right, of course. They both have done both truly awful and truly wonderful things. It’s just one of the many reasons why they are so perfect for each other. The best people, in Loki’s opinion anyway, are those that have have dealt with the good and the bad, who have had horrible things happen to them and done horrible things as well, but they had come out the other side, better people in every sense of the word.
Loki can’t imagine a world in which he doesn’t love Natasha, though he’s very aware of worlds in which she does not love him. None of that matters though because this version of him and this version of her were meant to be. They were meant to work together to keep the multiverse safe and to be with each other for all time. He’s never been more sure of anything before in his life. He’s sure that he will always feel this way and perhaps always has felt this way, but it is even more intense as they kiss while still joined, their bodies, hearts and souls all intertwined as one.
He knows what she means when she speaks again. The idea of them physically parting is tougher to manage than he originally thought. As much as he feels connected to her in all ways, the addition of the physical makes everything so much more intense. “I know love, it is all right though. We will never truly be parted again.” He licks up her neck before pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin there before shifting to she can do the same in return. He’s truly never felt anything like this before. He sighs happily as she runs her hands over his thighs. Even as they remain connected, he conjures up some more soap and returns to washing her body almost reverently.
"I never imagined what it would be like to fall in love like this." She looks at him after he conjures up the bar of soap to begin washing her. It's still a marvel to her that he can do such things. In her mind she's always known of his magical powers and she's seen them several times already, but it will take a while before they lose their wonder, if ever they do. He's a vibrant rainbow of mystery and excitement and honestly, this day has been the best start to a relationship she could ever ask for.
Laughing softly, she wets her lips and softly admits something she's not sure either of them have considered. "You know. You're the first person I've truly dated. I've never let anyone in so far to be at one with them, and now you and I are not only together, but engaged in a manner of speaking. I mean, I intend to be wed to you by one ceremony or another. I guess we do nothing small. The universe wanted us for one another in a grand way, didn't it." Her fingers steal some of the soap from her body and begin running it along Loki's body as well. At least the parts she can reach.
"I can't wait for all of it. I feel like we should do it all right now, you know? I know reasonably there's all the time in the world, but my heart is soaring. My body is so alive, and you. Gods, I love you. I want it all instantly." She laughs then, and grins. It's been ages since she's felt so light and free. He does this for her and she's never been more thankful that she can give herself over to a King that will love and cherish her-- that will allow her to be herself in every way, and that is strong enough to be either dominant or submissive as she needs, as she will be for him. They are truly meant for one another in every way.
“I never imagined I would ever fall in love at all.” There had been Sylvie, but it really hadn’t taken long to see how he’d been mistaken about that. She was more representative of the parts of himself that he liked as opposed to a separate person who complimented him. Now he sees her as his sister and one of his closest friends. Someone who he can trust to call him on his shit, but when it comes to a love like what he has with Natasha, it hardly holds a candle.
Honestly, he hopes she keeps her wonder when it comes to his magic. He’ll certainly never tire of impressing her with it. It’s something that is very special to him and showing her his magic any time would always be something he would love to do.
“I can’t say I’ve ever dated anyone before either.” He’s never had any sort of serious relationship. It hasn’t seemed like something very important, not until he met her and felt how connected they truly were. “I am sure there will be some who question us on this. They will think something nefarious is happening because it will seem too quick to them, but they are wrong. I have been waiting for you for over a thousand years. That is hardly quick.” He smiles then and kisses her neck once more. “I think we should commemorate this with an actual date. I should take you to dinner.”
He understands how she feels as he feels the same himself. It’s a tough decision really. Part of him is responding just like she is, and wants it all now, as fast as possible, but another part of him wants to show her off. Have both of their friends and family watch as they join together in matrimony. “What if we do both. What if we have one ceremony as soon as we can, make it official and then we plan for an epic celebration where we can invite everyone we care about to celebrate with us.”
"I was the same. Who would love me. I could never let anyone close enough, or even think about love. It was not something I saw ever. Dating or love." Natasha shook her head. The closest she'd come had been Clint-- who had rescued her from her life in the Red Room. Her heart soared when he did, and they cared deeply for one another. There was much between them, but she couldn't give him the family he wanted. It wasn't meant to be, and so they kept the feelings they shared as familial. He was the closest person in her life, but it would never be this-- no one would ever love her, at least that's what she thought until now. This was far different, far deeper and grander than anything she'd ever known. This was what her soul had always desired.
"It's good to know that we are in this all the way together then." Listening she nodded, but shrugged. Natasha didn't care what others thought. Those that cared enough for her would accept it, or if they didn't then they would figure it out when she disappeared, and came back with him as time grew. They would prove their love. "I haven't been alive that long, but I will be with you for the next thousand. I can't believe it in some ways now, but if you say it's true, then I believe you. What our friends believe and think is on them. They will see our love is real in time. Those that know me will see it in my eyes, and know my walls are gone between us."
Turning to gaze at him sideways, she nods. "I would love a dinner date. I happen to like food." She laughed softly, running her hands along his legs. She hated sitting like this. It was not her favorite thing, but she sighed and moved up and took herself off of his softening cock with a small whine. Then she turned herself around and sat back down in his lap facing him. This way she could wrap herself back around him as they talked.
Seeing him face to face, being able to touch him again meant so much. "We did decide on two ceremonies, one to mark one another and then one for our friends. We can do the marking one right away, and the other later. That way we are joined and bound to one another, then we can wait to do what we want with those who are close to us later. We can handfast during our marking as well. I think that is more than enough. I want to be yours completely, not that I'm not already." She knows she is full well his, and that he is hers. Leaning in, she sets her mouth on his and kisses him slowly, full of lingering passion and delight in their love.
On one hand, Loki thought it was a true tragedy that Natasha would ever feel like that. She is a strong, intelligent, beautiful woman who deserves nothing but the best in life. To think she had felt like she had to give up on something is an awful thought. On the other hand, Loki likes that she truly was meant for him and only him. As selfish as that may be, it is still rather true. Neither of them had known true love until this and as much as it hurt Loki to think that Natasha had felt such loss he is happy to truly be able to call her his own.
“There is no one I would rather have by my side.” It’s not that he doesn’t miss his time with his friends, as he’s sure she misses some of hers, but being with her has filled a hole in his heart he thought would be left gaping for all eternity. One that was only made wider when he had to leave his found family to take care of the multiverse. But now time has passed for him and he knows how to do his job and take time away for himself. He’s figured out how to have it all and though he will of course spend time with his friends, his heart only belongs to Natasha. “You are correct, of course, but I suppose I simply hope they see the truth right away. I do not wish our union to cause any friction with those you already care for.” Not that it will stop him from doing it, but he does care about her and doesn’t want her to feel any pain as a result of him and what others think of him.
As Natasha shifted off him, he couldn’t help but sigh at the loss of contact, though he was much happier seeing her face. “Well then, my dear, do you have a favourite cuisine or restaurant? I will happily take you anywhere you wish.” He smiles at her, his hands gently running down her arms before sliding around her waist.
“Yes, that is the perfect plan. I think we should rest for a few hours first, but otherwise, I am good to start the marking and handfast as soon as possible. The sooner I can show you as mine, and vice versa, the better.” The idea excites him so much he feels an energy running through him. To know that not only will they fully belong to each other, bonded for life, but everyone else will know it too. He will proudly show her off to all the Nine as his and he cannot wait to do so.
How deep the well did bubble inside her. No love hath grown in a day than it did between them. Her cup flowed over and Natasha was realizing what it was to be sated in all things. The deepest of her friendships would respond in the best ways and that's all that mattered. All she truly needed was Clint to support her and she would be most happy. He understood and knew the joys of being married. Perhaps this wasn't the ideal candidate for her love-- but he also knew that she wouldn't trust blindly.
"I know that where it matters, we'll be fine and I really only have very few close friends. My sister won't care and be happy either way, and Clint will see it in my eyes. That's the important people. I hope that you will find a little support where it matters as well." She nuzzled him now that they were face to face. Thinking about the dinner, Natasha ran over what she'd most recently been having. It was so rare that she got out. Being recognized was easy and so she only went to small, out of the way places or more expensive venues where she'd be afforded the luxury of anonymity.
"You know, there's this darling Japanese restaurant cross town. I do so love a good vegetable hibachi. I can taste the garlic now. You have to have some as well, the garlic that is so that I do not overwhelm you in a kiss" She laughed, because the sauce was quite strong. It could even luxuriate through a person's pores a day later through a shower.
Continuing on, she ran her fingers through Loki's hair. "Yes, rest and I'd like to put together something a little special. Let me string up lights, or make a make-shift something for us to do our handfast in. Then I want to wear something nice for the marking as well. I also have to make sure that I have a tool. I want this to be special. It's not every day a woman is married to her soulmate."
In all things, Loki trusted Natasha and he would trust her in this. Of all the people he knows she is close with, Clint is the one that worries him the most, for obvious reasons. However, Loki is also determined to prove himself to anyone he needs to. He understands why Clint will likely be concerned about Natasha's union with him, even if he does trust her. No, the problem there would be that he doesn't not trust Loki, and that is not something he can blame him for. But he will do everything in his power to show Clint that that was the Loki of the past and he would never do anything to harm Natasha. In fact, he intends on making her life the best it could possibly be.
"I must admit, I am quite excited to meet your sister. She is quite the interesting character." Loki only knows a little of Yelena from his time watching the multiverse, but she definitely stood out to him. "You do not need to worry about my side. My friends from the TVA will definitely support us both and be quite happy for us. I am unsure how Thor might react, but he was always my biggest supporter, even when I did not deserve it." Loki is actually a little nervous about contacting Thor again. Too many times his brother has thought him dead only to find out it was another one of Loki's tricks.
This time, it truly wasn't a trick, but he isn't sure that Thor will believe that.
"That sounds perfect. I actually rather enjoy garlic so I believe I am up to the task." For someone who spent a long time thinking of Midgard as beneath him, he's found he quite enjoys much of the cuisine here. It's one of the things that helped him see this world differently (though that change was really much more complicated than simply cuisine).
Loki smiles softly at her, tilting his head into her hand as she runs her fingers through his hair. "That sounds lovely. Though I am sure you will look beautiful in anything you wear. I will be sure to dress my best as well. Anything you need, ask and I will procure it for you."
"It will take me a few minutes to get ahold of her. She is often off the grid, but since we aren't having the larger ceremony right away, that shouldn't be a problem. Thor will be fine, or I will tug on his hair and step on his toes. He will fall in line too. Plus, I do know he loves you." Natasha grinned. She's listened to the complaints about Loki that only a brother would have about his sibling-- ad one he loves. It was probably partially in listening to Thor that Natasha began to realize all that she felt. Only the start of it, obviously.
"Excellent. Maybe we should climb out of the bath then. I do love it in here, but my skin does wrinkle after a time. I'm not as perfectly made as you are my love." She teased, and ran her hands down his beautiful stomach, tracing the lines of his abdomen with particular care. There was such admiration in her eyes for how he was made. It was not only his heart that she loved, it was every part of him-- from his outward creation inward. He was absolute perfection in every way. She saw him through the eyes of true love.
"Thank you. I will find all the pictures, and then will let you know so that we have it as quick as possible. Maybe we can even port somewhere lovely for the ceremony, or create a little spot for us overnight. I don't know. I'm reaching, but my mind wants everything for us."
"We have nothing but time. Do not worry about that. Though I could probably find her rather easily if you need me to." He does something he doesn't think he's done in quite some time and blushes slightly as she speaks of Thor. He knows, finally after all this time, that his brother does love him. It took a lot of convincing. Loki had very low self-esteem for most of his life and he'd found it hard to believe that anyone liked him at all. Those feelings had only plummeted when he'd found out about being Jotun, but after his time with the TVA, Loki is now well aware and if he's honest, excited to see his brother again. He hopes to find him with his new daughter. He very much wants to meet her.
Loki chuckles at that. "Oh my dear, you far surpass me in perfection, I assure you." The muscles of his stomach twitch under her touch and he shifts a bit, a small giggle escaping him. Okay, so maybe he's a little ticklish, but he'll never admit to that.
"Do not worry about location. Tell me what your criteria and I will be able to find the perfect spot." Of course, he would add in his own preferences, but with the multiverse literally at his fingertips, he had not worries about giving Natasha everything she could ever want.
It's so hard to pull herself away once again. It's only in knowing that they are merely moving to the bedroom that she can do it. Wrapping her body around his tightly, Natasha secures herself and kisses his chin before dislodging herself. She knows that if she were to ask he would port them, but it's only a few steps and she will take the time to do things like dry herself off as a human, and fluff her hair about. "Mm, It's strange to not be so close to you for a few seconds, although I do like to take the time to stare at you my love." She looked back at him as he exited the bath as well.
Wrapping a towel around her, she ran a brush through her growing red hair and pulled it up off her neck to braid, but didn't tie it off with anything. It would fall loose easy enough if tugged on. She figured Loki might want to later, so she let him decide how he wanted it later. "Should I put something nice on for you to take off of me later?" She moved to her closet door, and stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the entrance to the rather large showing. It was one of the other things she prided herself on. A large collection of lingerie. The clothing was second showing to her lingerie collection, funnily enough.
While she thought about their wedding, she looked back at her husband to be. "What if we do it outside, under the stars and twinkling lights, or lanterns at night. The handfasting part, just us. I mean we can have the larger part for our friends outside as well, but our part. We can do it under a tree, or arbor. Then maybe build a small place for us to lay, an alter for us to use while we give one another our sacred marks and tie us closer together. I feel like it's an even greater bond, the marking... I mean, I'm silly enough to want a ring, but I know the mark will be my true bond."
It really is intense, just how being so physically connected has become so quickly addictive. Loki suspects that it is likely so intense right now because of the newness of their bond and that with some time, they will feel less urgency to stay in physical contact. He doesn’t mind at all really, he likes being this close to her, but they are both individuals as well and will inevitably want or need to do things apart as well.
This thought gives Loki an idea. He’s pretty sure he knows of a spell that would allow them to put pieces of their own essence into their marks, meaning that no matter where or when they are, they would have a piece of the other with them. It’s something he will research immediately after they rest.
Loki watches her as she stands and steps out of the tub. Her lithe figure is always lovely to look at and part of him is still amazed that she is his now. He’s not very used to getting what he wants, so that this has worked out so well is still something he’s reeling a bit from. He stands himself then and steps out. “I take it you like what you see then.” He smiles as he stands in all his naked glory before using magic to dry himself. Once dry, he conjured himself up a pair of dark green sleep pants, opting to leave his chest bare.
“You know I think you look lovely in anything and nothing, but I would not mind seeing what you have in mind.” Because he assumes she very much has an outfit in mind. Natasha has always been good at dressing well, and Loki guesses that going to bed is no different.
He approaches her again, sliding his hands along her shoulders and down her arms as he leans in to press a soft kiss to her neck. “That is a wonderful idea. I do so love nature. I can think of a few places that might fit the bill. I can take you on a tour of them and we can decide which works best between us.” He smiles then and shakes his head slightly. “Wanting a ring is not silly. It is a symbol that is important to your people and I will gladly present you with one. I wouldn’t mind one myself, if I’m honest.” Loki doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. And something to represent their union to her world as well is definitely something he likes the idea of.
It's probably a better idea to put a bit of their essence into their marks, than anything that Natasha feels like doing. At this point she's almost willing to devour a tiny bit of his flesh-- nothing meaningful or large. It would be like biting to make it bleed and keeping what's left behind to open up the soul of one another. It's sacriligious in the most terrible way. The exchange of flesh, she figures. She has no idea if he'd even be open to it. It's a thought in her mind and not one she'd ever bring up lightly with another person. Only that her feelings for him are so strong, that she might consider such a thing. Blood has always been an equalizer between two people, a thing shared and tasted. It's a reminder of life, she feels.
Having been through so much pain, she can't help but enjoy it at times to enjoy the life she lives, but this would be a part of her bond with him, a need that's all driving. She feels him within her even when they are separated as an ache, a missing hole in her being already. She looks back to him and knows that they were made for one another. His body is so perfect in form and essence, complete and whole. She wants to climb right back in with him and worship his body once more, but she knows they have more to do. Plans to make, things to discuss.
"I love what I see. You delight me in all things. I want every part of you. I want to be one with you always." She bites her lip watching him dry off, and licks her lips when he half dresses. He looks like the god he is like that, chest pale and barren, rippled with muscles she can still feel beneath the pads of her fingers.
Walking through the ample rows of her closet, Natasha reaches the selection of lingerie and it's with a sly grin, she moves to a purchase she made online recently in a deep green, that's almost black but not quite. It sets her hair aflame when she puts it on. "What do you think, my love?" This isn't exactly something for sleep, but it's for him. She hadn't known it at the time, but it had been for him all along.
Moving toward the bed, she pulls back the sheer curtains, and smiles at him. "Excellent. I'll show you some arrangements I was thinking about on the laptop. I've ideas on several things, but how about you pick my ring and I'll find yours. I promise to make it as unique to you as you do mine to me." Natasha's laptop is laid on the bed, and they can plan their ceremony for soon as they talk of his life and things that have gone on as they work toward building a life together. "Should we lay down and talk for a while?"
It’s certainly not something Loki has ever really entertained before. Though blood will likely be apart of the marking ceremony. It is the best and simplest way to ensure their life essence intertwines with the magic that helps bond them together. No ingestion necessary, though he hardly thinks there won’t be times when they get a little rough with each other, especially when overcome with the lust they both clearly feel. These are all things they can work out when they decide the specifics of their ceremonies though.
Her feelings are echoed in his soul. In some ways, he feels as though he can sense her thoughts and feelings now without having to try. Like his abilities with enchantments are so strong with her that he doesn’t need to do anything but think of her and he knows where she is, how she is and what she’s thinking. It’s not something he’s tested, of course, but it’s like he can feel her in his head and in his body at all times. Their connection is so strong he thinks perhaps they are no longer two separate beings, but now truly two halves of a whole.
“And you may have every part of me, however and whenever you wish. Consider me an extension of your own being now, as I consider you mine.” There is nothing he wouldn’t give her, nothing she is not allowed to do or have. He is hers, unequivocally for all time. Anything she wishes of him, all she need do is ask.
Loki watches closely and carefully as she pulls out a lingerie set and slips it on. His eyes burn with want as it hugs her in all the right areas and brings out her features in ways that draw his eye even more than before. He hadn’t thought he could find her even more attractive, but he is very much being proven wrong with this. “I think you are the most gorgeous creature to ever cross my path and I cannot stress enough how happy I am to have you in my life.” He’s not sure how he’s going to concentrate now, but he is going to do his best to not simply remove her outfit with his teeth once they are in bed again.
“I will gladly pick your ring. I only hope I do you justice in my selection.” He follows her to the bed, a small smile on his face as he starts to really think of the options. They are truly going to have the best of all worlds. He cannot wait to show her off and give her everything her heart desires. “Yes, I think that is a good idea. We can plan stuff while I try to concentrate with you looking like that. Consider it my first test as your betrothed.”
It's not like she would have ever considered direct cannibalism. It was more like a very deep bite. If anything, but the fact that they are going to be marking one another at all is the best feeling. She's ready for everything to fall into place immediately. Waiting is the bane of her existence when it comes to this type of thing with Loki. All her life, Natasha's life has been about waiting. She's patient to a fault. It's a part of her training. She can sit on a job waiting for someone to make a move for days without rest even. There's very little she won't do when it comes to work, but this has her gobsmacked.
Who knew that love would completely set her off her game. Yet, who could truly prepare for anything like this. This is deeper than love. It truly is a soul to soul connection. They are already bound by time and fate, and all the things that have set aside reality for them and them alone. When he speaks, her heart moves. It only pours fuel on the already growing bonfire within that belongs to Loki singularly. "I feel the same way, my dearheart. There is nothing that is mine that is not yours."
Laying in the bed, Natasha begins to scroll through wedding sites. Picture after picture slides through her fingers. She's thought about this before, but never really laid out clear plans. It was not something she thought that she'd see in her life. It becomes such a reality now as she begins to feel and see the things that she could wish for. So many beautiful shining examples of trees and arbors, couples decked out in wedding gear saying their i dos. "I can barely concentrate myself. You are stunning, and I will always crave you." She leans over from her folded up position and kisses his neck softly. "I do love you."
"Hmm. I can't decide. I do like both Something like this or maybe a little less light.. like this one. . She continues to look and comes across another image. "Oh, Loki, what if we had a room like this for after the ceremony. We could declare the bed a loss after we do our marking, but I still think it would be beautiful to move from one forest scene to another. I feel like being lost for the night with you."
Impatience is something Loki very much understands. Despite being known as someone rather chaotic, Loki is actually very patient himself usually. He’s always been good at planning and taking his time with things that are important to him. And a good prank always requires patience to really take hold, but the excitement he feels about starting their new life together is making him feel rash and impatient. She might already be his, but he needs more, he needs everyone, including the Norns, to know that they are now one.
The answer, of course, is that no one can prepare for such a connection. Loki didn’t even believe that it truly existed until he found himself at Natasha’s apartment. Was that only a few hours ago? All at once, their connection feels short and timeless, as if they have always been a part of one another, even if they are only at the beginning of their journey together. There are so many possibilities, so much life yet to live and Loki simply cannot wait to get started.
Loki settles himself at her side on the bed and quietly watches as she scrolls through sites. She seems to know where to look to find these things and so Loki stays quiet, knowing that whatever she lands on he will find beautiful. Still, he finds he can’t stop touching her even as they look through options. When she speaks, he smiles at her before placing a soft kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder. “I am sorry I am so distracting. Or, well, I am not, but I do know we will be able to pick out something perfect for us. And then I will continue to distract you until the end of time.”
He takes a closer look at the options she shows him, considering each carefully. “I like the enclosure of the first one. I am sure I can find its equivalent on Alfheim, but I like the option of having less light as well. It makes it feel more intimate, does it not?” He likes the idea of only the two of them being lit, as if their aura’s were glowing around each other, lighting them up for all to see. “The bed is a must. We could have it set up nearby, in the same forest. I can have it protected magically so we could feel nature around us, but be still be alone. I absolutely love it, my dear.”
Sitting here planning out her wedding seems like it should be overwhelming, but it's not in the least. It only feels like the most logical thing for her to be doing. It's obvious that she and Loki are tied together in a manner that only they understand. When he speaks of distracting her until the end of the time, questions suddenly come back in a rush. It was only then she realized that her overly busy mind had simply been at peace since they'd come together. Never once in her short life could Nat recall this ever happening. Would wonders ever truly cease between them-- she certainly hoped not.
There was still plenty of time to discuss them, but she knew she was free to now as they sat looking through pages and pages of websites regarding plans. "I like your ideas. I was thinking the same thing. It is more intimate, and I like intimate for our personal vows to one another. Our handfasting is for us, and the fathers and mothers of time to witness. Yes, I knew that the bed was a must as well the moment I saw it. I knew that our night, our markings should be done before the life of the worlds we will be a part of. You have the most wonderful powers." She ran her hand down along his bare torso, appreciating it as he watched her.
It was difficult to sit while he lay, but these were important decisions and she wanted to have details lined up so they could do this tomorrow if possible. It was only them, and magic worked for whatever time frame they placed on it. Nat knew she'd only feel complete when their marks were sewn into one another, and rings placed on fingers. Doing whatever it took, she'd find a ring for him that reminded her of his heritage and the man he was. Next she wanted to find a dress that would fit the setting and turn his eye. It was nice that he was the only one to see it, because modesty didn't need to be a factor.
"Did you want to look while I search through dresses, or do you want that to be a surprise? We also must figure out our marks. You mentioned having a small mark, did we decide on them, or..." She had an idea, but maybe they wanted something that could be the same on them both. She wasn't sure now. "Do we want them to be the same or different. I have figured out how to burn it into you. I don't mind the size of mine, because you are my heart and soul, but I will do something near the same. However you deem you want to mark me is fine. There's no pain I cannot handle, and I do want the pain. I want to feel the mark in my skin."
Wedding planning is certainly something Loki never thought he would participate in for himself, that is for certain. There were times when he’d thought perhaps he would be involved in planning Thor’s wedding. He is definitely more the type to do these sorts of things, and not only because he was the first prince of Asgard and it was expected of him. But his own wedding? It wasn’t until much more recently that Loki considered he could ever have anything like this, but all those doubts had gone away the moment he’d come face to face with Natasha this night. It is like his entire life fell into place, everything he’s done over the last few hundred years to keep the multiverse safe and thriving and culminated in this moment. When they fully and truly became one.
He’s never been more excited for his future and all it will entail with her by his side.
“Yes, that is precisely it. It is personal and for us to be fully joined.” Their personal vows are something Loki believes to be entirely intimate and meant just for them, and as she mentioned, the fathers and mothers of time. Having others present for that part felt akin to others witnessing them make love. Of course, he has no issues with sex in public, but sex and making love were not the same thing to him. One is a (rather enjoyable under the right circumstances) kink and the other is private and personal. “So, we shall handfast and have our personal vows, do our marking, have our first night as a married couple together and then hold something for our families separately. Perhaps the next night?”
Really, the sooner the better. Loki already feels like they are paired, but he knows how much stronger their connection will be once they have performed these ceremonies. It is something he can feel deep inside, something he knows will complete them, make them stronger both together and apart.
“I do believe I would like to be surprised. The marks I have a few ideas on. I do not believe they need to be the same mark, but if we happen to find something that suits us both, I am not against it. I have a number of symbols that represent me that I would like to see on you and I would gladly wear your mark if you have something similar.”
It is much the same with Natasha. She was certain by now that she'd never find a person that would suit her to the point of marriage. Maybe it was a thing she desired in her long lost childhood, and even occasionally as she lay in her tiny bed in the Red Room, dreaming of someone to take her away. She'd survived it all, and now fate had found enough kindness to bless her with this amazing union. Even as she made these plans they felt a bit surreal. It wouldn't settle until the moment it actually happened, and the runes were marked into her skin, the words said between them.
This was to be very private and Natasha loved that idea. She knew that nature would bless this union and that was all that she needed. There were words that she found, old vows that she'd found that she wanted to tweak to suit them that she would use, she thought. They were very fitting for how she felt, and adding personal touch to how they were written would be perfect.
"I was thinking we might take a short holiday to further get to know one another before we get the rest of the world in. Most of the people we know take more than two days notice to drop everything for a wedding. Maybe a couple weeks for them, and that will give us time to also design a get together for the short list of people we want. Unless you're set on having it the day after tomorrow."
It's easy to understand wanting his family to be privy to their marriage and union, but it often takes time to get people together and not everyone would be available right away. It would take time to pick foods and drink, another gown, and a formal ceremony with someone who is registered to perform it and make it legal and binding in a court of law somewhere-- not that they needed it, but the universe is often demanding of such things.
Scrolling through various marks online, Natasha finds several spiders, her obvious trademark. Then she comes across something uniquely different. It's a tree that speaks to her. She's not even quite sure exactly why, but it stands out. Her and Loki haven't spoken much about his role in the multiverse, but she knows about his part in time, but not about the tree, or even how it works. They've not gone into any details. Still, this captures her. Maybe it's a part of the way their love works, and how they are tied together now. Their thoughts and minds bound in a way that's still not fully understood yet. "This. This speaks to me, what do you think. I don't even know why, but it's beautiful."
Typically Loki is known for wanting to be the center of attention, for putting on a real display, but that has always just been part of the act. Sure, he does enjoy attention sometimes, and he is rather theatrical, but there have been just as many times that he wishes to go unnoticed. Sometimes that had been purely for practicalities sake when trying to pull off a prank, but sometimes he wishes to be more private. Alone even, though now he has someone to be private with. Someone who truly understands him and knows him and loves him despite all his many faults. He could easily pull fully from the spotlight now, so long as he still has Natasha by his side.
Though he has not thought of specific vows as of yet, Loki really does like to fly by the seat of his pants, he already knows the message he wishes to convey to her concerning vows. He believes it will not take him long to set those feelings to proper words. Everything seems to come so easily to him when he thinks of Natasha and the life they will have together.
“As far as I am concerned, weeks is fine for our friends and family to wait. I already know that I am yours and you are mine. Our personal and private ceremony I would like sooner, but a holiday in between sounds wonderful.” More time to spend alone with Natasha? He hardly needs convincing. After all, though he very much wants some people to be their witnesses, that part is truly the part that can wait. “Do you have anywhere or any-when you were thinking of? I could think of a few options, of course. I have seen so many beautiful places recently that I think you might enjoy.”
Loki looks at the screen and the moment he sees the image his breath catches in his throat. He can only stare for a moment, taking it in and trying to get his emotions under control because it’s perfect. Of course it’s perfect. Suddenly every idea he’d had before flies from his mind and he thinks perhaps they should have matching marks. He blinks some tears from his eyes, even as he grins widely and turns to kiss her fully. “It is absolutely perfect.”
While Natasha has been planning for this ceremony, she's done a little bit of thinking about how she'd like the larger one to be. She would like to play off of similar themes. She really does like the natural bent that this will take, and they can do it on a larger scale. There are plenty of examples of it being done. She has a feeling that it might be nice for his family to enjoy. She'll wear something slightly more proper for that exchange, and it will be a lovely evening for everyone involved. It will take a little bit more planning and she doesn't want to spend time now doing it. She's far too excited about her upcoming vows with Loki in their private hideaway to do anything more.
"I still want our ceremony tomorrow, as long as you're okay with that. I don't want to wait another day. I have made sure that I can get my dress, and that's the main concern that I have. The rest is magic, words, blood and us. We will be bound tomorrow, not that we aren't already, but it will be our ceremony tomorrow." She set the computer aside for a moment so that she could nuzzle down in the bed with him. It was too hard to sit up, while he lay there beside him. She wanted to feel his body against hers again. It was like she could only go for so long without being close, without touching him in a more complete fashion. It was only another sign of how truly they completed one another. How they were made for one another.
"I'm glad you like that mark. I saw it and knew for some reason. I don't know how I did, or what it meant. I only knew that it was meant for both of us." She ran her fingers over his face, slowly tracing his features. He was absolutely perfect. She'd never met another person who looked so handsome, or unique as he did. There was darkness and light, a combination that matched her own and made her heart sing as it did. "Tell me about it"
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Because it is, and Natasha's body already knows the frame that fits so ultimately against hers, and no matter how he takes her-- how deep, how powerfully, it will never be too much. He could do much of anything, dress her up as his little pain slut, and she would become that for him. Her trust in him is absolute, and he is now the alter at which she worships. His body is what she wants to pleasure as much as he does hers. It is a double edged sword of perfection made and tied between them.
There's another cry when she leans back and he fills her again. Every action is repeated as the pleasure builds. She can already tell that something new and different is building. It's deeper and resonates in a different place from where her orgasms normally do. There's no way to describe how it feels, other than she doesn't want it to stop. The added pleasure of his fingers have her panting and begging for more. She tosses her head back.
"Fuck, baby. This is... I don't even know. Don't stop. I'm going to come, but then once I do, don't stop, cause I won't be done..." How can she tell him that she's got two orgasms, two different types. The first hits her hard and she has to pull from his mouth, least she bites his tongue. Biting at her own lip, she presses through until she tastes blood, groaning deep and low-- the anal orgasm is low and deep and spreads like an electric bomb through her body. It's a quake that doesn't stop until she's panting. Then she's back to pumping against him and rolling her hips into his fingers-- building up what else he's started. "Fuck me Loki, oh lords, fuck me. Harder."
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Now she is his and he is hers. As much as he could do whatever he wants with her, the same is true in reverse. She could be his pain slut and he could be her whipping boy. Never before in his life has there been anyone he would kneel for, but he would kneel for her. After they were done here, he knew they would have to speak in detail about what was required of him, and by extension of her since she was going to be by his side now, but beyond that he also would like to talk more of how they will play in their downtime. Because no matter how much work they have, he knows that they will always want each other in all ways and he wants them both to know everything the other wants and needs.
Loki has made many people of all genders come before and he would like to add he believes himself to be very good at it, but absolutely nothing compares to making Natasha come. “I will not stop, my love.” Is all he manages before he could swear he feels her orgasm as her body practically ripples around him. He pumps into her harder and faster, his hand still working her pussy, though he’s starting to run on auto-pilot as her body squeezes around his cock. He watches her arch and moan, her body stuttering and thrusting against him in the wake of pleasure rolling hard through her body.
It takes everything he’s got not to come deep inside her just at the sight.
She slows, but only just slightly as she continues to rock back on him. He doesn’t let up, still thrusting deep into her ass while adding a third finger to her pussy. He knows she’s going to come again. He brings up his free hand then to pinch and roll at one of her nipples, feeling how hard it is between his fingers. Loki does exactly as she asks, his hips moving harder and faster now, pushing all the way into her with each thrust, burying himself fully in her without thought or worry. He drives his fingers into her as deep as they will go and does his best to curl them, wanting to hit her spot but unsure if he has the correct angle.
“Come for me again.” He whispers, voice deep and low. “I want to feel all of you tighten around me while I fill you with my seed so deep you may have it within you forever.”
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This was beyond that and above it all. It would be marvelous to see what was in store for them as they continue to move forward in all seriousness and in their downtime. Natasha is certain as Loki is, even now as her body continues to move and flex around his. He's masterful at his craft. She couldn't have chosen a better lover if she'd sat down and attempted to -- then again, she did happen to choose a man who had been doing this for thousands of years, manipulating those of all genders, and kinds. She fell apart around his body, and while she gripped at his sides and did her best to continue to try and hold on, Natasha knew she didn't have much longer until she fell apart again.
When Loki adds yet another finger inside her she swears that he's filling her with two of himself. She cries out for him and arches against his body, coming down hard on his cock at full force when her second orgasm-- this one a full grade g-spot internal orgasm has her body arching and quivering, as she tightens everywhere. His finger on her nipple makes her clit throb and she can even feel a hit of that as she comes and continues to ride wave after wave. "Come inside me, fuck loki. Now." She's nearly screaming his name as she tries to move against him, but it's too hard. Her orgasm has made motion almost impossible. She stuck riding the fingers he's got inside her, begging them to keep rubbing her until she's drowning in the most incredible wave she's ever felt.
Falling down from it all, she only stops and draws slack against Loki when she is certain that he's lost himself inside her as well. She knows that only he could have taken her to that height of pleasure, and nothing will ever compare to being with him ever again. "I love you." She whispers, and turns her head to touch her lips to the closest piece of skin she can find.
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Prize seems like the wrong word. But Loki does see that him being allowed to be with her is something that is special and why else could he be so deserving? He also thinks that this version of her must have similar reasons for wanting and receiving him. Just another way in which he believes they are truly equals. All versions of her are brilliant and worthy in his mind, but he also believes that it’s possible she has done something different that allows her to see beyond his past and accept him so fully.
All thought is wrenched from him as he hits the correct spot and feels her arch and hears his name on her lips. He doesn’t let up, pressing firmly against that spot inside her as he holds onto her, ensuring he remains fully buried as she pushes back hard onto him. The only motion for a moment is his fingers massaging her spot while his thumb rubs at her clit. He gasps out her name as she comes harder than he’s ever made anyone come before.
Instincts take over as she calls for him to come. He couldn’t deny her if he tried and that is the last thing he wants. How could he with her body gripped tightly around him like that. Using the last of his strength, he lifts her with his free arm and drives her back down onto his cock for one last thrust as he feels himself erupt inside her. All his senses feel numbed as all he can focus on is how it feels to be buried inside her tight heat. His body tenses and he grips her tight to his chest, pleasure rolling through his whole body in overwhelming waves for what feels like an eternity. He’s never come like this before, never been so fully entranced by his partner that he couldn’t see or feel anything but her.
Loki has no idea how long it’s been when he comes back to his senses. Natasha is almost limp against his body and he’s still buried inside her, though both hands are now wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly to him. He can hear her words of love and it touches him so deeply he worries for a moment he might cry. As she turns to kiss him, he moves into it, awkwardly capturing her lips as best he can and holding onto her as if she is the most precious thing in the world.
Which she absolutely is.
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What a shame her life might have been to never have found this love, this rich aspect of her heart-- to know that she's capable of allowing every wall to fall around her heart and soul, things she's kept locked for so long. Within such a short span it's all come unchained and here she is filled and still quivering, throbbing with the fierce pleasure that wracked her entire being. Tethered to Loki as she is, Natasha leans back heavily and laps across his mouth the best she can.
It feels like a sin that she should move and release his body, but it's also not exactly the most secure position to hold onto for much longer. "I don't want to let go of you." She sighs, and lets her head drop back across his shoulder, opening her neck to him. Lolling it to the side she kisses his neck, and tastes mixed bits of water and sweat. It seems like they need to sink in the tub to rinse off this latest bout of lovemaking before crawling back out to rest and then most likely talk about all the wonderful worlds of life that await them. Hands slip down the sides of Loki's thighs and knead along them. Fuck, she loves this man. She loves him so much more than she ever thought possible before finding him.
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Loki can’t imagine a world in which he doesn’t love Natasha, though he’s very aware of worlds in which she does not love him. None of that matters though because this version of him and this version of her were meant to be. They were meant to work together to keep the multiverse safe and to be with each other for all time. He’s never been more sure of anything before in his life. He’s sure that he will always feel this way and perhaps always has felt this way, but it is even more intense as they kiss while still joined, their bodies, hearts and souls all intertwined as one.
He knows what she means when she speaks again. The idea of them physically parting is tougher to manage than he originally thought. As much as he feels connected to her in all ways, the addition of the physical makes everything so much more intense. “I know love, it is all right though. We will never truly be parted again.” He licks up her neck before pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin there before shifting to she can do the same in return. He’s truly never felt anything like this before. He sighs happily as she runs her hands over his thighs. Even as they remain connected, he conjures up some more soap and returns to washing her body almost reverently.
She is his queen and he will worship her forever.
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Laughing softly, she wets her lips and softly admits something she's not sure either of them have considered. "You know. You're the first person I've truly dated. I've never let anyone in so far to be at one with them, and now you and I are not only together, but engaged in a manner of speaking. I mean, I intend to be wed to you by one ceremony or another. I guess we do nothing small. The universe wanted us for one another in a grand way, didn't it." Her fingers steal some of the soap from her body and begin running it along Loki's body as well. At least the parts she can reach.
"I can't wait for all of it. I feel like we should do it all right now, you know? I know reasonably there's all the time in the world, but my heart is soaring. My body is so alive, and you. Gods, I love you. I want it all instantly." She laughs then, and grins. It's been ages since she's felt so light and free. He does this for her and she's never been more thankful that she can give herself over to a King that will love and cherish her-- that will allow her to be herself in every way, and that is strong enough to be either dominant or submissive as she needs, as she will be for him. They are truly meant for one another in every way.
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Honestly, he hopes she keeps her wonder when it comes to his magic. He’ll certainly never tire of impressing her with it. It’s something that is very special to him and showing her his magic any time would always be something he would love to do.
“I can’t say I’ve ever dated anyone before either.” He’s never had any sort of serious relationship. It hasn’t seemed like something very important, not until he met her and felt how connected they truly were. “I am sure there will be some who question us on this. They will think something nefarious is happening because it will seem too quick to them, but they are wrong. I have been waiting for you for over a thousand years. That is hardly quick.” He smiles then and kisses her neck once more. “I think we should commemorate this with an actual date. I should take you to dinner.”
He understands how she feels as he feels the same himself. It’s a tough decision really. Part of him is responding just like she is, and wants it all now, as fast as possible, but another part of him wants to show her off. Have both of their friends and family watch as they join together in matrimony. “What if we do both. What if we have one ceremony as soon as we can, make it official and then we plan for an epic celebration where we can invite everyone we care about to celebrate with us.”
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"It's good to know that we are in this all the way together then." Listening she nodded, but shrugged. Natasha didn't care what others thought. Those that cared enough for her would accept it, or if they didn't then they would figure it out when she disappeared, and came back with him as time grew. They would prove their love. "I haven't been alive that long, but I will be with you for the next thousand. I can't believe it in some ways now, but if you say it's true, then I believe you. What our friends believe and think is on them. They will see our love is real in time. Those that know me will see it in my eyes, and know my walls are gone between us."
Turning to gaze at him sideways, she nods. "I would love a dinner date. I happen to like food." She laughed softly, running her hands along his legs. She hated sitting like this. It was not her favorite thing, but she sighed and moved up and took herself off of his softening cock with a small whine. Then she turned herself around and sat back down in his lap facing him. This way she could wrap herself back around him as they talked.
Seeing him face to face, being able to touch him again meant so much. "We did decide on two ceremonies, one to mark one another and then one for our friends. We can do the marking one right away, and the other later. That way we are joined and bound to one another, then we can wait to do what we want with those who are close to us later. We can handfast during our marking as well. I think that is more than enough. I want to be yours completely, not that I'm not already." She knows she is full well his, and that he is hers. Leaning in, she sets her mouth on his and kisses him slowly, full of lingering passion and delight in their love.
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“There is no one I would rather have by my side.” It’s not that he doesn’t miss his time with his friends, as he’s sure she misses some of hers, but being with her has filled a hole in his heart he thought would be left gaping for all eternity. One that was only made wider when he had to leave his found family to take care of the multiverse. But now time has passed for him and he knows how to do his job and take time away for himself. He’s figured out how to have it all and though he will of course spend time with his friends, his heart only belongs to Natasha. “You are correct, of course, but I suppose I simply hope they see the truth right away. I do not wish our union to cause any friction with those you already care for.” Not that it will stop him from doing it, but he does care about her and doesn’t want her to feel any pain as a result of him and what others think of him.
As Natasha shifted off him, he couldn’t help but sigh at the loss of contact, though he was much happier seeing her face. “Well then, my dear, do you have a favourite cuisine or restaurant? I will happily take you anywhere you wish.” He smiles at her, his hands gently running down her arms before sliding around her waist.
“Yes, that is the perfect plan. I think we should rest for a few hours first, but otherwise, I am good to start the marking and handfast as soon as possible. The sooner I can show you as mine, and vice versa, the better.” The idea excites him so much he feels an energy running through him. To know that not only will they fully belong to each other, bonded for life, but everyone else will know it too. He will proudly show her off to all the Nine as his and he cannot wait to do so.
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"I know that where it matters, we'll be fine and I really only have very few close friends. My sister won't care and be happy either way, and Clint will see it in my eyes. That's the important people. I hope that you will find a little support where it matters as well." She nuzzled him now that they were face to face. Thinking about the dinner, Natasha ran over what she'd most recently been having. It was so rare that she got out. Being recognized was easy and so she only went to small, out of the way places or more expensive venues where she'd be afforded the luxury of anonymity.
"You know, there's this darling Japanese restaurant cross town. I do so love a good vegetable hibachi. I can taste the garlic now. You have to have some as well, the garlic that is so that I do not overwhelm you in a kiss" She laughed, because the sauce was quite strong. It could even luxuriate through a person's pores a day later through a shower.
Continuing on, she ran her fingers through Loki's hair. "Yes, rest and I'd like to put together something a little special. Let me string up lights, or make a make-shift something for us to do our handfast in. Then I want to wear something nice for the marking as well. I also have to make sure that I have a tool. I want this to be special. It's not every day a woman is married to her soulmate."
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"I must admit, I am quite excited to meet your sister. She is quite the interesting character." Loki only knows a little of Yelena from his time watching the multiverse, but she definitely stood out to him. "You do not need to worry about my side. My friends from the TVA will definitely support us both and be quite happy for us. I am unsure how Thor might react, but he was always my biggest supporter, even when I did not deserve it." Loki is actually a little nervous about contacting Thor again. Too many times his brother has thought him dead only to find out it was another one of Loki's tricks.
This time, it truly wasn't a trick, but he isn't sure that Thor will believe that.
"That sounds perfect. I actually rather enjoy garlic so I believe I am up to the task." For someone who spent a long time thinking of Midgard as beneath him, he's found he quite enjoys much of the cuisine here. It's one of the things that helped him see this world differently (though that change was really much more complicated than simply cuisine).
Loki smiles softly at her, tilting his head into her hand as she runs her fingers through his hair. "That sounds lovely. Though I am sure you will look beautiful in anything you wear. I will be sure to dress my best as well. Anything you need, ask and I will procure it for you."
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"Excellent. Maybe we should climb out of the bath then. I do love it in here, but my skin does wrinkle after a time. I'm not as perfectly made as you are my love." She teased, and ran her hands down his beautiful stomach, tracing the lines of his abdomen with particular care. There was such admiration in her eyes for how he was made. It was not only his heart that she loved, it was every part of him-- from his outward creation inward. He was absolute perfection in every way. She saw him through the eyes of true love.
"Thank you. I will find all the pictures, and then will let you know so that we have it as quick as possible. Maybe we can even port somewhere lovely for the ceremony, or create a little spot for us overnight. I don't know. I'm reaching, but my mind wants everything for us."
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Loki chuckles at that. "Oh my dear, you far surpass me in perfection, I assure you." The muscles of his stomach twitch under her touch and he shifts a bit, a small giggle escaping him. Okay, so maybe he's a little ticklish, but he'll never admit to that.
"Do not worry about location. Tell me what your criteria and I will be able to find the perfect spot." Of course, he would add in his own preferences, but with the multiverse literally at his fingertips, he had not worries about giving Natasha everything she could ever want.
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Wrapping a towel around her, she ran a brush through her growing red hair and pulled it up off her neck to braid, but didn't tie it off with anything. It would fall loose easy enough if tugged on. She figured Loki might want to later, so she let him decide how he wanted it later. "Should I put something nice on for you to take off of me later?" She moved to her closet door, and stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the entrance to the rather large showing. It was one of the other things she prided herself on. A large collection of lingerie. The clothing was second showing to her lingerie collection, funnily enough.
While she thought about their wedding, she looked back at her husband to be. "What if we do it outside, under the stars and twinkling lights, or lanterns at night. The handfasting part, just us. I mean we can have the larger part for our friends outside as well, but our part. We can do it under a tree, or arbor. Then maybe build a small place for us to lay, an alter for us to use while we give one another our sacred marks and tie us closer together. I feel like it's an even greater bond, the marking... I mean, I'm silly enough to want a ring, but I know the mark will be my true bond."
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This thought gives Loki an idea. He’s pretty sure he knows of a spell that would allow them to put pieces of their own essence into their marks, meaning that no matter where or when they are, they would have a piece of the other with them. It’s something he will research immediately after they rest.
Loki watches her as she stands and steps out of the tub. Her lithe figure is always lovely to look at and part of him is still amazed that she is his now. He’s not very used to getting what he wants, so that this has worked out so well is still something he’s reeling a bit from. He stands himself then and steps out. “I take it you like what you see then.” He smiles as he stands in all his naked glory before using magic to dry himself. Once dry, he conjured himself up a pair of dark green sleep pants, opting to leave his chest bare.
“You know I think you look lovely in anything and nothing, but I would not mind seeing what you have in mind.” Because he assumes she very much has an outfit in mind. Natasha has always been good at dressing well, and Loki guesses that going to bed is no different.
He approaches her again, sliding his hands along her shoulders and down her arms as he leans in to press a soft kiss to her neck. “That is a wonderful idea. I do so love nature. I can think of a few places that might fit the bill. I can take you on a tour of them and we can decide which works best between us.” He smiles then and shakes his head slightly. “Wanting a ring is not silly. It is a symbol that is important to your people and I will gladly present you with one. I wouldn’t mind one myself, if I’m honest.” Loki doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. And something to represent their union to her world as well is definitely something he likes the idea of.
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Having been through so much pain, she can't help but enjoy it at times to enjoy the life she lives, but this would be a part of her bond with him, a need that's all driving. She feels him within her even when they are separated as an ache, a missing hole in her being already. She looks back to him and knows that they were made for one another. His body is so perfect in form and essence, complete and whole. She wants to climb right back in with him and worship his body once more, but she knows they have more to do. Plans to make, things to discuss.
"I love what I see. You delight me in all things. I want every part of you. I want to be one with you always." She bites her lip watching him dry off, and licks her lips when he half dresses. He looks like the god he is like that, chest pale and barren, rippled with muscles she can still feel beneath the pads of her fingers.
Walking through the ample rows of her closet, Natasha reaches the selection of lingerie and it's with a sly grin, she moves to a purchase she made online recently in a deep green, that's almost black but not quite. It sets her hair aflame when she puts it on. "What do you think, my love?" This isn't exactly something for sleep, but it's for him. She hadn't known it at the time, but it had been for him all along.
Moving toward the bed, she pulls back the sheer curtains, and smiles at him. "Excellent. I'll show you some arrangements I was thinking about on the laptop. I've ideas on several things, but how about you pick my ring and I'll find yours. I promise to make it as unique to you as you do mine to me." Natasha's laptop is laid on the bed, and they can plan their ceremony for soon as they talk of his life and things that have gone on as they work toward building a life together. "Should we lay down and talk for a while?"
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Her feelings are echoed in his soul. In some ways, he feels as though he can sense her thoughts and feelings now without having to try. Like his abilities with enchantments are so strong with her that he doesn’t need to do anything but think of her and he knows where she is, how she is and what she’s thinking. It’s not something he’s tested, of course, but it’s like he can feel her in his head and in his body at all times. Their connection is so strong he thinks perhaps they are no longer two separate beings, but now truly two halves of a whole.
“And you may have every part of me, however and whenever you wish. Consider me an extension of your own being now, as I consider you mine.” There is nothing he wouldn’t give her, nothing she is not allowed to do or have. He is hers, unequivocally for all time. Anything she wishes of him, all she need do is ask.
Loki watches closely and carefully as she pulls out a lingerie set and slips it on. His eyes burn with want as it hugs her in all the right areas and brings out her features in ways that draw his eye even more than before. He hadn’t thought he could find her even more attractive, but he is very much being proven wrong with this. “I think you are the most gorgeous creature to ever cross my path and I cannot stress enough how happy I am to have you in my life.” He’s not sure how he’s going to concentrate now, but he is going to do his best to not simply remove her outfit with his teeth once they are in bed again.
“I will gladly pick your ring. I only hope I do you justice in my selection.” He follows her to the bed, a small smile on his face as he starts to really think of the options. They are truly going to have the best of all worlds. He cannot wait to show her off and give her everything her heart desires. “Yes, I think that is a good idea. We can plan stuff while I try to concentrate with you looking like that. Consider it my first test as your betrothed.”
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Who knew that love would completely set her off her game. Yet, who could truly prepare for anything like this. This is deeper than love. It truly is a soul to soul connection. They are already bound by time and fate, and all the things that have set aside reality for them and them alone. When he speaks, her heart moves. It only pours fuel on the already growing bonfire within that belongs to Loki singularly. "I feel the same way, my dearheart. There is nothing that is mine that is not yours."
Laying in the bed, Natasha begins to scroll through wedding sites. Picture after picture slides through her fingers. She's thought about this before, but never really laid out clear plans. It was not something she thought that she'd see in her life. It becomes such a reality now as she begins to feel and see the things that she could wish for. So many beautiful shining examples of trees and arbors, couples decked out in wedding gear saying their i dos. "I can barely concentrate myself. You are stunning, and I will always crave you." She leans over from her folded up position and kisses his neck softly. "I do love you."
"Hmm. I can't decide. I do like both Something like this or maybe a little less light.. like this one. . She continues to look and comes across another image. "Oh, Loki, what if we had a room like this for after the ceremony. We could declare the bed a loss after we do our marking, but I still think it would be beautiful to move from one forest scene to another. I feel like being lost for the night with you."
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The answer, of course, is that no one can prepare for such a connection. Loki didn’t even believe that it truly existed until he found himself at Natasha’s apartment. Was that only a few hours ago? All at once, their connection feels short and timeless, as if they have always been a part of one another, even if they are only at the beginning of their journey together. There are so many possibilities, so much life yet to live and Loki simply cannot wait to get started.
Loki settles himself at her side on the bed and quietly watches as she scrolls through sites. She seems to know where to look to find these things and so Loki stays quiet, knowing that whatever she lands on he will find beautiful. Still, he finds he can’t stop touching her even as they look through options. When she speaks, he smiles at her before placing a soft kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder. “I am sorry I am so distracting. Or, well, I am not, but I do know we will be able to pick out something perfect for us. And then I will continue to distract you until the end of time.”
He takes a closer look at the options she shows him, considering each carefully. “I like the enclosure of the first one. I am sure I can find its equivalent on Alfheim, but I like the option of having less light as well. It makes it feel more intimate, does it not?” He likes the idea of only the two of them being lit, as if their aura’s were glowing around each other, lighting them up for all to see. “The bed is a must. We could have it set up nearby, in the same forest. I can have it protected magically so we could feel nature around us, but be still be alone. I absolutely love it, my dear.”
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There was still plenty of time to discuss them, but she knew she was free to now as they sat looking through pages and pages of websites regarding plans. "I like your ideas. I was thinking the same thing. It is more intimate, and I like intimate for our personal vows to one another. Our handfasting is for us, and the fathers and mothers of time to witness. Yes, I knew that the bed was a must as well the moment I saw it. I knew that our night, our markings should be done before the life of the worlds we will be a part of. You have the most wonderful powers." She ran her hand down along his bare torso, appreciating it as he watched her.
It was difficult to sit while he lay, but these were important decisions and she wanted to have details lined up so they could do this tomorrow if possible. It was only them, and magic worked for whatever time frame they placed on it. Nat knew she'd only feel complete when their marks were sewn into one another, and rings placed on fingers. Doing whatever it took, she'd find a ring for him that reminded her of his heritage and the man he was. Next she wanted to find a dress that would fit the setting and turn his eye. It was nice that he was the only one to see it, because modesty didn't need to be a factor.
"Did you want to look while I search through dresses, or do you want that to be a surprise? We also must figure out our marks. You mentioned having a small mark, did we decide on them, or..." She had an idea, but maybe they wanted something that could be the same on them both. She wasn't sure now. "Do we want them to be the same or different. I have figured out how to burn it into you. I don't mind the size of mine, because you are my heart and soul, but I will do something near the same. However you deem you want to mark me is fine. There's no pain I cannot handle, and I do want the pain. I want to feel the mark in my skin."
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He’s never been more excited for his future and all it will entail with her by his side.
“Yes, that is precisely it. It is personal and for us to be fully joined.” Their personal vows are something Loki believes to be entirely intimate and meant just for them, and as she mentioned, the fathers and mothers of time. Having others present for that part felt akin to others witnessing them make love. Of course, he has no issues with sex in public, but sex and making love were not the same thing to him. One is a (rather enjoyable under the right circumstances) kink and the other is private and personal. “So, we shall handfast and have our personal vows, do our marking, have our first night as a married couple together and then hold something for our families separately. Perhaps the next night?”
Really, the sooner the better. Loki already feels like they are paired, but he knows how much stronger their connection will be once they have performed these ceremonies. It is something he can feel deep inside, something he knows will complete them, make them stronger both together and apart.
“I do believe I would like to be surprised. The marks I have a few ideas on. I do not believe they need to be the same mark, but if we happen to find something that suits us both, I am not against it. I have a number of symbols that represent me that I would like to see on you and I would gladly wear your mark if you have something similar.”
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This was to be very private and Natasha loved that idea. She knew that nature would bless this union and that was all that she needed. There were words that she found, old vows that she'd found that she wanted to tweak to suit them that she would use, she thought. They were very fitting for how she felt, and adding personal touch to how they were written would be perfect.
"I was thinking we might take a short holiday to further get to know one another before we get the rest of the world in. Most of the people we know take more than two days notice to drop everything for a wedding. Maybe a couple weeks for them, and that will give us time to also design a get together for the short list of people we want. Unless you're set on having it the day after tomorrow."
It's easy to understand wanting his family to be privy to their marriage and union, but it often takes time to get people together and not everyone would be available right away. It would take time to pick foods and drink, another gown, and a formal ceremony with someone who is registered to perform it and make it legal and binding in a court of law somewhere-- not that they needed it, but the universe is often demanding of such things.
Scrolling through various marks online, Natasha finds several spiders, her obvious trademark. Then she comes across something uniquely different. It's a tree that speaks to her. She's not even quite sure exactly why, but it stands out. Her and Loki haven't spoken much about his role in the multiverse, but she knows about his part in time, but not about the tree, or even how it works. They've not gone into any details. Still, this captures her. Maybe it's a part of the way their love works, and how they are tied together now. Their thoughts and minds bound in a way that's still not fully understood yet. "This. This speaks to me, what do you think. I don't even know why, but it's beautiful."
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Though he has not thought of specific vows as of yet, Loki really does like to fly by the seat of his pants, he already knows the message he wishes to convey to her concerning vows. He believes it will not take him long to set those feelings to proper words. Everything seems to come so easily to him when he thinks of Natasha and the life they will have together.
“As far as I am concerned, weeks is fine for our friends and family to wait. I already know that I am yours and you are mine. Our personal and private ceremony I would like sooner, but a holiday in between sounds wonderful.” More time to spend alone with Natasha? He hardly needs convincing. After all, though he very much wants some people to be their witnesses, that part is truly the part that can wait. “Do you have anywhere or any-when you were thinking of? I could think of a few options, of course. I have seen so many beautiful places recently that I think you might enjoy.”
Loki looks at the screen and the moment he sees the image his breath catches in his throat. He can only stare for a moment, taking it in and trying to get his emotions under control because it’s perfect. Of course it’s perfect. Suddenly every idea he’d had before flies from his mind and he thinks perhaps they should have matching marks. He blinks some tears from his eyes, even as he grins widely and turns to kiss her fully. “It is absolutely perfect.”
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"I still want our ceremony tomorrow, as long as you're okay with that. I don't want to wait another day. I have made sure that I can get my dress, and that's the main concern that I have. The rest is magic, words, blood and us. We will be bound tomorrow, not that we aren't already, but it will be our ceremony tomorrow." She set the computer aside for a moment so that she could nuzzle down in the bed with him. It was too hard to sit up, while he lay there beside him. She wanted to feel his body against hers again. It was like she could only go for so long without being close, without touching him in a more complete fashion. It was only another sign of how truly they completed one another. How they were made for one another.
"I'm glad you like that mark. I saw it and knew for some reason. I don't know how I did, or what it meant. I only knew that it was meant for both of us." She ran her fingers over his face, slowly tracing his features. He was absolutely perfect. She'd never met another person who looked so handsome, or unique as he did. There was darkness and light, a combination that matched her own and made her heart sing as it did. "Tell me about it"
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