st_ratagem | Tension release valve

Tension release valve

The branch, oddly lumpy as a branch, with its bark stripped off and some shaping was definitely interesting. At some point in the tree’s life, honeysuckle had grown on it and choked the branches, and even though the flowers had clearly not been part of the tree for a long time, the twisting looked very much like a snake wrapped around the top.

Loki hadn’t budged from his room in days, wrapped up as he was in crafting something that wasn’t gong to be particularly useful as a walking stick or a weapon. At some point he’d propped his door open just so he didn’t have to split focus between what he wanted to do and dealing with knocking. Mostly the only people who came by were people he didn’t mind, anyway.

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Valkyrie's hands cupped the muscle in the crooks of Loki's neck, her face lingering above his. "Was that invitation to try?" She followed it up with a threatening squeeze.

His eyes drifted closed while he focused briefly on breathing. Her squeeze wasn’t a choke, but it had a sort of ghostly potential to be one and was worth paying attention to. “I am entirely at your mercy.”

Hitching herself up on the bed, Valkyrie settled in her with her knees positioned on either side of the prince's waist. All the leaning over the wide bed was getting to be tiresome.

"Your faith in me warms my heart, Your Highness."

“If it helps, it may be more laziness than faith.” Loki assumed her statement was sarcasm. It seemed reasonable.

"We're almost done, Your Highness." She replied cordially, lowering herself almost enough to sit on his thighs as her thumbs traced each side of his windpipe. His pulse thrummed against her skin. She glanced up, catching his eye briefly as she lingered at his artery.

“Missing your knife?” he murmured, teasing, while he traced her calves almost absently with his fingertips, since they were convenient thanks to Valkyrie’s decision to straddle him. It was tempting to just try to kiss her and take whatever consequences rolled down on him. How often did these opportunities come up?

He suppressed the urge, though. He wasn’t especially interested in risking the odd ease they’d managed with each other.

“Are you?” Valkyrie softly asked, tracing her thumbs down to follow the steady beat of blood down the vein, coming to stop at his chest.

“A little.” The urge wouldn’t stay down, and this was as good an opening as any. Anything unwanted could be answered with violence, and equilibrium restored. It had been a while since his last terrible decision anyway.

Loki pushed himself up just enough to press his mouth to Valkyrie’s in a kiss, neither tentative nor especially chaste. If he was going to risk serious bodily harm to kiss a woman, he intended to make it count.

Just as Valkyrie was making to finish and pull back, there the man was once again, quick as a flash and springing the expectedly unexpected. Loki was stealing her breath more effectively than any blow or flash of the blade ever did. A moment of finding where her hands went and she was doing more than not stopping him, she was pressing back with as much force as she’d handled him with that evening.

And then, Valkyrie parted just enough a light shove to his chest. “Sharp my tongue may be, but you won’t find a blade hidden there.”

He’d expected to be shoved and possibly stabbed immediately, especially since Valkyrie was well aware that he’d probably enjoy it and that ambiguity had been a feature of many of their interactions. He had absolutely not expected her to kiss back, let alone so... enthusiastically.

When her shove separated them, he slid one hand up a leg to settle at her waist. Some encouragement - and an objectively fantastic kiss - was more than good enough to convince him to push his luck a little further. “I’m not sure about that. I may need to check again.”

"And risk your tongue becoming well and truly forked?" The pressure on her waist sent faint tingles up her spine. It was the first time he'd had his hands on her instead of the other way around. Valkyrie teased him with her lips as they almost made it to his, brushing Loki's bottom lip with her teeth.

"It would be worth it." He tilted his head enough to capture her mouth again, and slid the hand at her waist under the hem of her tank top to feel warm skin instead of cloth while the other simply pulled her closer.

Valkyrie arched and lightly drove down in a smooth wave with his cooler hands touching and sneaking along her back. Instead of shoving him back, she pulled back from the indulgent kiss, brushing some loose hair behind her air—and returning the favor to Loki’s.

“...” She paused as if she was ready for another follow up, but she placed a biting kiss to his lips instead, abusing the soft skin beneath her teeth.

Loki groaned against her mouth and returned fire by roughly scraping fingernails along Valkyriie’s spine. Her tank top was restrictive, though, interfering with his ability to touch freely, which meant that as soon as the kiss broke, he stripped it off and tossed it aside.

Violence, however minute, promised excitement. The harsh nails sent sparks up her spine and little spikes of adrenaline through her veins and the effects were only emboldened when Loki saw fit to strip her of a layer, leaving the quaint excercise bra she’d grown accustomed to. It clasped in the front, a feature she appreciated for any fuss.

“Not much for armor, this.” She tugged on one of the dark straps, letting it snap back.

“Midgard in general isn’t much for armor.” It felt like a good thing now, as armor tended to be complicated to take off whereas Valkyrie’s bra could be easily unclasped while Loki mouthed and bit at her throat.

Midgard and armor...it brought up memories of Asgard in complete contrast. Distant ones. Valkyrie's thoughts then flickered back to her world, with her people onboard the ship, awaiting safe harbor and that came after--

Her thoughts were cut off from a nip and hot breath at the sensitive spot right under the curve of her jaw, and she pressed her chest into Loki's in approval.

A lifetime of practice at illusions and other mental magics meant that When Loki was fully paying attention, he sensed things. In this case, that Valkyrie had gone far away in her head and the nip to her jaw had snapped her back.

He moved lower to kiss and nip at her collarbone, tasting her and enjoying the slide of skin on skin.

Loki was skilled with his lips and his tongue and his teeth and Valkyrie couldn't find it in her to be surprised. He had a silver tongue when he wasn't being deliberately obnoxious. On one drunken occasion when he had chosen to be annoying over nothing that mattered whatsoever, she remembered thinking his face would be best used as a seat. She may have even said it aloud--not that this Loki could tell her.

Though she was less inclined to get angry at him for flapping his gums in the past month, she had no objections to putting his mouth for this. When that hand on her bare back moved, so did her hand buried in his hair, tightening it rhythmically, just to encourage the sound of his voice.

Loki loved hands in his hair, and the rhythmic pulled did in fact result in a series of pleased noises, nonverbal (not quite groans) and muffled because his mouth was otherwise occupied. His hand on her back pushed her up a little more to let him shift attention from collarbone and shoulder to her breasts: lips, tongue, teeth, and free hand.

Valkyrie had to give Loki credit--most men managed to either be too tentative or think they'd impress her by treating her body like a slab of ham. Hands and teeth everywhere, reading and responding to nothing. There was the right amount of finesse, the right amount of rough, and she couldn't help but imagine what they'd feel like elsewhere.

Not one to remain passive, she brought her knee down onto his crotch and parted his legs.

The contact was delicious, and Loki bit harder for an instant in reaction. Then, just to see what Valkyrie would do, he used what leverage he had to try and roll then to put her on her back.Two pins in one day?

While Valkyrie let it happen, she regarded the man above her with a curious look, one that asked Oh, THAT'S what you like? She took it less of a challenge and more of an affirmation that, yes, Loki was the red blooded individual she liked to imagine he was.

Before he could get too far into his own designs, she hooked her nails into his back and yanked him down flush, responding in kind by moving her body in a wave-like arch that pushed them up for that skin-on-skin friction. "If I didn't know you were Jotun, I'd have asked if you were well." He wasn't deathly cold, but he was cooler to the touch. It was far from unpleasant.

Loki chuckled against her skin. “I’ve been asked that before.” It didn’t bother Valkyrie, clearly; if it did, there would be space between their bodies. “The first time, I didn’t know, so I thought I wasn’t.” He kissed her hard, then, rather than go down into that particular pit of memory; the tale had been popular proof of his cold nature for months, if not years.

Valkyrie idly wondered if Loki could see her thoughts from lip-to-lip contact, surmising he could do a great many things if he was so inclined. She'd known and courted magic users in her time, including those who wielded Asgardian magic.

'Still time to find out about that seat remark...' She smiled against his mouth, one of her hands finding the tightness in his pants.

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