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]

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.

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

“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.

[st_allionofdoom]

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."

[st_ratagem]

“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.”

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

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.

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

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."

[st_allionofdoom]

“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?”

[st_ratagem]

"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."

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

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.

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

“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?”

[st_allionofdoom]

"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."

[st_ratagem]

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.”

[st_allionofdoom]

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.

[st_ratagem]

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.”

[st_allionofdoom]

Valkyrie was quick to toss the now-empty garment aside, but not too quick. The scent of it caught her, every sense heightened. There were stories of what Jotun smelled like as rumor and none of them flattering. It was sharp and subtle and she almost thought to point it out when his tongue flicked over her chest with a sudden pressure that made her tremble.

Listening, she encouraged him on with a reliable push and tug to his hair, fingers lost in his locks.

[st_ratagem]

Her fingers were truly fantastic, familiarity from the other side. Valkyrie knew what he liked, where he was sensitive. Loki rolled them to put her on her back, so her fingers could continue twisting in his hair and he could continue exploring her skin with his mouth while also sliding one hand down to rub and stroke. She’d said ‘golden fingers’, after all - it was a good thing to re-prove. “You’re not getting anything but me. I’m not getting anything but you. All I want is you.”

[st_allionofdoom]

Though Loki's voice was colored with passion, he was still purposeful in his movements, stroking and penetrating her with his fingers in rhythm like a giant pulse. Valkyrie wound her legs around his his back, slowly rolling and bucking her hips. The only reply she could muster was a soft and inarticulate moan, complementing his sweet nothings.

[st_ratagem]

"I love seeing you like this." He bit her earlobe, just to emphasize, without altering his fingers' rhythm even slightly. Valkyrie responsive, trembling and moaning in his arms, was always pure pleasure. "I do enjoy being at your mercy, but the reverse is just as good. Sometimes, anyway."

[st_allionofdoom]

His clever fingers working her inner walls sent strong tingles of pleasure that quickly transformed into sparks warming her lower stomach. Valkyrie bucked her hips and turned her head to catch Loki’s lips, using her own fingers to twist in his hair and draw red trails across his back.

“Give me more.” Her voice was low and unapologetically wanton.

[st_ratagem]

Loki groaned against her mouth and let his fingers move faster and harder - the Valkyrie wanted more, she would get more, especially when she asked with scratches down his back and rough twist-tugs to his hair. "Your wish, my dear."