st_ratagem | Fishy drama (Loki and Val)

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valkyrie

Fishy drama (Loki and Val)

Goldfish, it turned out, were hypnotic. They swirled around, sometimes in a school and sometimes random, mostly empty fish minds mostly a dull, whispery hum. Despite that, it was easy to see little fish stories unfolding and little cliques forming and breaking up. There were reasons Loki had filched a roomy armchair from elsewhere in the Inn and set it up near the tank: he, Valkyrie, or both together spent enough time fish-watching that comfort was called for.

At present there seemed to be a small cadre of goldfish endlessly circling the same decorative rock, chasing off all the other fish when they approached. It could have been just a gang with territory, but Loki and Valkyrie had decided it was a fishy cult, worshipping the rock as a god. Valkyrie had suggested a small statue of him more than once, to see if the fish cult would abandon their rock. He’d laughed, but he had created their world and provided their food, so... it wasn’t that ridiculous.

Regardless, the fish continued to circle their rock. Holy wars were something to work up to.

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Loki deepened the kiss, pulling her forward into his lap, then murmured against her mouth, “As long as you’re here, I will be here.”

She didn't fight when Loki surrounded her with his body--not a difficult feat, given their difference in size. "Silver tongue, golden fingers." Her hands warmed his arms, sliding up to his shoulders. Her gaze traveled up and down his body once, as if visually confirming his presence.

"That's the goal." He wasn't necessarily trying to convince her of anything beyond stay here with me, about which she seemed to need very little convincing. But if she liked his voice, he was going to use it. "You have wonderful skin. So warm. Which of course may just be my cooler perception, but I love it either way."

“I’ve grown fond of your hair.” To emphasize it, she ran her fingers through it all at once, letting them get lost in the black waves. “A bit wild, when you let it.”

"Do you know why I don't?" He didn't bother to wait for an answer, continuing to speak against her skin, kissing between words. "When we were young, Thor didn't have control of his powers. He electrocuted me on a regular basis, which didn't hurt much but made my hair stand on end. I looked like a terrified kitten. So I started slicking it down, and never stopped completely." He'd been less emphatic about it, recently.

Her eyes finally began to relax, unable to help it against the interplay of his voice in her ear and lips on her cheek. She groomed his hair appreciatively, twisting a loose curl around her finger.

“Shame on His Majesty for discouraging a flattering look.”

The increasing degrees of relaxation in her were almost, almost as pleasurable as her fingers combing through his hair. Even without even a ghostly precursor to a pull, utterly unnecessary to this warm comfort. “I don’t think it was always intentional,” he said, before catching her mouth with his again.

Despite the barrage of insults aimed Thor’s way, Loki had again proven he was capable of charity towards him. She slowly melted against him, lips parted and willing for his attention.

“The nosiness is.” Another wry smirk.

“True. I had to teach him the concept of privacy at knifepoint a few months ago.” Of course, at the moment the man could have entered, summoned by his name or something, and Loki would neither have noticed nor cared. He was completely focused on Valkyrie: her mouth, her skin, her body against his.

Valkyrie simply purred, content to do little else but indulge in the delight of the senses that having Loki close and attentive in all the right ways brought. "I'd offer a massage, but I may be too useless for it at the moment."

“Later.” At some point they would both be in the mood for that. But she was right: not right now. Loki’s hands smoothed down her side, slipping under her hoodie and shirt briefly, to stroke skin. “Right now I want to touch you.”

Valkyrie initiated another kiss, jutting her chin softly against his as if to say then you should do that. She re-situated in his lap, leaning sideways into his embrace, lax but attentive.

One of the down sides of a lifetime of one-night-stands and the briefest of flings was that Loki had never been able to develop the familiarity he had now with Valkyrie. General knowledge and attention worked well enough, but he was finding that it was no substitute for knowing. Knowing where light fingertips would make her shiver, where a nip and breath would jerk her attention back from elsewhere, that a scrape of fingernails on her spine nearly always made her gasp. Nerve endings, sensitive spots, where to be gentle or rough.

And he’d been invited to use all of it, so he did. Slowly and deliberately, to thoroughly enjoy every reaction.

While some part of her still ached with doubt over his presence, she reassured herself with his physicality. Valkyrie's thoughts were always drawn this way and that way when they were close, especially in the wake of their heart-to-heart. Then, Loki was kissing a familiar place right above the pulse of her neck, and she was sure he could feel it beat quicker and harder beneath his lips and she rolled her body like a wave where it rested halfway on his lap and halfway on the seat.

Valkyrie returned the gesture, rolling her forefingers just hard enough over the site of an old bruise on his throat she'd left during some romp weeks ago.

Loki groaned; the bruise was long gone but the memory was a good one, and he retaliated by biting that pulse point as it sped up under his mouth. Perhaps he'd collect a new bruise sooner rather than later? "Hoodie off."

“By your command.” She pulled it off slow, tank top adhering to it and soon both ending up the floor. “Care to do the rest?”

"So obedient." He smoothed a hand over her belly, then traced her ribs and the bottom edge of her bra before undoing the so-convenient front clasp. "And I might care to, yes."

Noting the appreciative reaction to the playful formality, Valkyrie shrugged one strap down, and then the other, letting the tight garment join the rest at the foot of their seat. She pushed her chest against his, guiding his hands down the small of her back to find the hem of her leggings.

Leggings, Loki thought (not for the first time) were an excellent invention, at least from the perspective of someone stripping their lover. No buttons, no ties, no manipulation required whatsoever. He could just slide his hands down and under, pull her closer, keep sliding hands on her skin and in virtually no time at all her remaining clothes joined the rest on the ground and Loki had a lapful of gloriously nude Valkyrie.

All too proud of her body, Valkyrie lazily guided his hands to her cheeks, driving them down over the swell of her breasts to rest back onto her hips. There wasn’t always this much touch and preamble to the sex itself, but today—it was different.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do.” She watched every micro-expression of the prince’s sharp features, warming his knuckles and fingertips.

“Anything. Whatever you want.” It was almost entrancing, watching his hands stroke and caress her skin, nothing stopping him in any way. He slid a hand around the back of her neck to pull her up into a kiss, murmuring after it broke,”What would make your u feel better?”

"Whatever it is Your Highness--Loki--likes." She cracked another wry little smirk, her bare flesh scraping softly against the fabric of his shirt, thighs settling on his. She situated her hips down with more force than needed, a taste of the dominant role she so often took. "I want to hear you say it."

Loki had to laugh quietly, shading to a groan as her hips ground down. Clearly, wanting to please was mutual. Not that it wasn’t always, but they were generally less explicit and verbal about it. “I want your mouth. Your hands. All of you.” He shifted and moved to make her easy to pick up, and stood, moving them to the bed. Valkyrie wasn’t that heavy, and she wasn’t going to struggle. “And I want to relocate so we have some room to move.”

Valkyrie tuned herself to the rhythm of Loki's voice, the sound of it just as satisfying as the words he was speaking with it. Instead being sharp or honeyed, it was warm.

It all reminded her of how she despised the sound of his cloying purr towards The Grandmaster. She drowned those memories in the icy depths where they belonged and tugged possessively at his collar as they began to lower, rolling atop him.

Loki took the tug as a signal to remove his shirt, so he sat up enough to slide out of it and leave her gripping the collar of an empty garment. She could do as she pleased with it from there, because he was much more interested in kissing (and mouthing, and occasionally nipping) all the skin readily available: throat, shoulder, breasts. And because she liked his voice, he didn’t bother to keep his thoughts to himself during moments his mouth was free. “I always used to wonder how it would be to bed someone I actually like. No deals, just... this.”

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