Fishy drama (Loki and Val)

[st_ratagem]

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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[st_ratagem]

”Yes!” Loki’s back arched and one hand drove into her hair to encourage more while the other settled for twisting in sheets. Her mouth was fantastic, wet heat and teasing friction. Her hands, sliding over his hips and thighs, ensured that even if he moved - which he did, trying to get to more himself - she maintained as much control as she liked. “Both. So good.”

[st_allionofdoom]

The deepest recesses of her psyche wouldn’t let it out, but she’d imagined what the Grandmaster’s pet would look like, sound like, taste like with the right force applied...even if just to get the shoe on the other foot. Still, it was a spark. Now, he was Loki the prince as opposed to Loki the plaything and it was all far, far better than any spiteful fantasy concoction.

Valkyrie’s tongue slid across the underside of his length as she rose back up to sit, lips plump and reddened, and she was climbing atop him to sink back down until flesh was against flesh. She sighed and wound her hips around, setting that rhythm

[st_ratagem]

Loki groaned again as she sank down and started to move, then sat up to claim her mouth again. One hand slid to the small of her back to encourage her to keep going, as if there was any chance she’d actually stop.

[st_allionofdoom]

In the beginning, it was always about chasing the climax and the relief, mixed with the excitement of a partner she'd been grudgingly stewing over for some time. When the flame didn't fade, she'd taken just as much joy in pacing or drawing things out to wind Loki up and watch him go (of course he gave as good as he got.) Sex had evolved into a tool for conversation without lies, at least for Valkyrie. It was the freest she could be, as trapped as they were.

These thoughts and feelings mixed registered in an instant as she bit and drove down against the prince's body and she tightened around him rhythmically, emboldening that second climax as it swiftly built.

[st_ratagem]

For Loki, sex was most often either purely meaningless or transactional - physical pleasure with or without the benefit of a step towards some goal or other. Valkyrie had perhaps started in the first category, but had quickly moved... somewhere else. An actual partner, rather than a tool or a toy, and one who didn’t require him to dissemble or evade.

His fingernails scraped up her spine in response to her bites, and he drove up and forward into her increasingly desperately. Praise and encouragement became increasingly less coherent, ending as entirely wordless sound when orgasm hit.

[st_allionofdoom]

Slowly rocking through her last, Valkyrie sunk into him and indulged her newest need for skin to warm skin. Loki’s had a cooler baseline, and though she didn’t say it aloud, she quite appreciated not having to kick one or the other out of bed for threat of overheating.

‘I’d fancy a bath soon.’ She thought loudly, as if inviting Loki to hear it.

[st_ratagem]

Normally thoughts and emotions were little more than a guiding buzz unless Loki was specifically trawling for them, and that kind of active read was uncomfortable for the person being read. At the moment, though, due to the lingering connection (not just from the sex but the emotions before it) Valkyrie was almost completely clear. "A bath can probably be arranged," he murmured, but made no motion to separate from her. He'd never actually considered himself a cuddler, but detangling himself from Valkyrie's warm body was very, very low on his list of priorities.

[st_allionofdoom]

‘No rush.’ Maneuvering down to his side, Valkyrie readily indulged Loki’s torso with a brief massage with her hand that could reach.

[st_ratagem]

“Minimal rush,” he corrected lazily, turning his head to kiss her. “Eventually we’ll reach the point of was or be stuck together.”