Tension release valve

[st_ratagem]

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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[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

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.

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

"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."

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

"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."

[st_allionofdoom]

"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.

[st_ratagem]

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.