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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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As Valkyrie’s hips dug in more urgently and his finger snaked encouragingly up her body, she was struck with the sense of wanting—of needing —more. Chalk it up to the dry spell or the idle thoughts that had been dancing across her mind for the last month, but her body was demanding satisfaction.

“Pants off.” She picked herself up to give him space enough to do it, ready to take a knife to the cloth if he wasn’t adequately disrobed in the next very few seconds.

Under other circumstances, Loki might have delayed just to see what that edge to her desperation meant. At that moment, though, he was more than willing to comply immediately, since the restriction of clothing had somehow become almost painful while he was otherwise focused.

With his upper body free-ish to move, getting pants off took only a few seconds of effort, even if he turned his head to press a kiss to whatever part of Valkyrie's inner thigh was still available.

'Points for flexibility, this one.' Valkyrie thought in a particularly 'loud' manner, as if that'd make a difference, smiling as she pulled down and slid his cock between her thighs. She'd managed to cling onto enough patience to draw out their play, bringing her legs back up in a slow stroke around him as she bent forward and up to tease a one of the punctures in his neck with her mouth.

“Could have done that with my pants still on,” he rasped, burying one hand in her hair and twisting lightly. The sting of Valkyrie’s mouth on one of the knife cuts was delicious, right on the edge of too much teasing with the almost-but-not-quite friction on his cock. “Get to the point or I will.”

"As if this wasn't the point." Valkyrie shot back, though it came out as a sadistic purr. Still, while that wasn't an idle remark and she always gleaned no small amount of satisfaction from getting him wound up, she'd already stretched her own patience to its breaking point. With her body screaming to satisfy an entirely different need, she sunk down with a muted and pleasurably groan as she came to sit on his hips.

Whatever the point was or wasn’t, Loki forgot it as soon as he slid inside her. He groaned as well, and his hips bucked up, trying to thrust deeper, to move, even though Valkyrie’s hips were flush with his and there was very little ‘deeper’ left.

It had been awhile since her last male partner, but Loki’s mouth had been more than enough to get her ready and his cock felt as satisfying as the rest of him as it settled in her. Valkyrie’s position atop Loki’s form was ideal as it allowed her to slide and rotate her hips to find that angle that felt the best, licking her lips and digging her fingers into his chest as she tuned into his rhythm.

Luckily, the insistent and quick pace he was starting scratched the itch just fine, and she was lifting and bucking back to match, if not much harder.

Hard and fast seemed to work, so he let one hand go back to her hips to help her move, or sneak between her legs and tease, make the good angles better. And that was important, because then he sat up enough that his free hand could grab one of her wrists and shove her hand back into his hair without losing momentum.

And, not coincidentally, the new position let him kiss her again. If she objected to tasting herself, she’d certainly let him know.

Valkyrie nearly pinned him with the force she returned the kiss, making the bed tremble when her free grip slammed onto the headboard for leverage. She twisted her fingers at the end of his locks, yanking him forward just for the satisfaction of it.

Everything about Loki was controlled. Frigid—or so he lead others to believe. Even during their first skirmish and his defeat, he hadn’t lost his composure. Seeing and feeling him in the throes of an act as raw as this...it was a great look.

Yanking him back by his pitch black locks, she taunted the wound on his neck with her teeth and drove back hard enough to earn a cry from herself.

“Fuck yes.” Good sex emptied his mind, kept him from thinking anything more coherent than that. Pain did something similar, and adding a little pain - yanking his hair, biting at a cut - to what had already been great sex ensured Loki barely realized he was actually speaking words and not just nonsense need-sounds.

He couldn’t reach Valkyrie with his mouth anymore, so he let his hands move almost in sync with their rough rhythm. He stroked (or scraped, if his nails happened to hit) every sensitive spot he’d found on her body, trying to drive her further, push her over the edge.

The shameless hands all over her body as they squeezed and scraped and consumed were wonderful, and the voice even more so. Some men insisted on stoic silence, but Valkyrie couldn't imagine anything more boring than fucking a man who thought the occasional dispassionate grunt was the peak of sensuality. She turned the favor in kind, doubling and tripling the rough treatment as she was swept away with her fervor, chasing that final release.

Then, Valkyrie's palms were hitting the bed and tearing up cloth as the exquisite burn in her lower stomach shot like lightning throughout the rest of her, her own voice reaching a gasping crescendo as she drove down and tightened every muscle around the body beneath her.

Ordinarily Loki might have tried to outlast her (show off a little stamina, fuck her to another orgasm) but that required presence of mind that wasn’t present. That couldn’t be present in the same space with yanking hands and teeth at his throat. Instead, Valkyrie’s body made demands and his obeyed, thrusting up as she drove down, cumming as hard as he ever had with an inarticulate groan almost loud enough to be a shout.

Valkyrie kept moving her body, riding Loki throughout it as she slowly came down, the sounds of her harsh breath filling the room. "Don't think I'll be ending every massage like that." She murmured under her breath, resting her hands lightly on the man's shoulders.

"You'd break something," he agreed, deliberately leaving it vague as to whether he meant furniture, her body, his body, or someone else. It was funnier that way, and he could spend the words he wasn't saying catching his breath. "I'm very relaxed now, though."

Valkyrie's shoulders shook with a wry sort of chuckle that didn't make it out of her throat, mostly at herself. She hadn't woken up that morning at all planning the encounter, but there they were. "Told you you'd like it." She pecked a finger and tapped it to Loki's lips, pushing up to maneuver off.

"And so I did, very much." The little laugh spoke of something not surprising: she hadn't intended this any more than he had, even if they'd both enjoyed it. Fortunately, Loki imagined that both he and Valkyrie were practical about these things; awkwardness would be minimal to none, as would gestures in the direction of romance. "And now we begin the 'where did my clothes get to' portion of the proceedings."

"You can." Valkyrie was content to lounge about naked as the day she was born, but the shower called. Reaching for the bottle she'd forgotten, she took a swig off it before pushing it to the side. As she made her way to the shower, she picked up Loki's shirt and tossed it back his way with a smirk.

Part of Loki considered offering to join her in the shower, but he dismissed the idea almost instantly. The moment was over, no need to cling on. Instead he just caught the shirt, offered a slight seated bow, and considered whether or not to hide her clothing while she showered.

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