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Connect the Neck to What's Below

Loki drifts around the room, lighting the various torches and candles scattered throughout the dark, steamy space- busying himself to allow you some privacy to disrobe before entering the bath.

Just as you've unlaced the last section of your dress and allowed it to fall to the floor, he turns around, finding you completely naked before you can conceal yourself in the bath water.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

You fail to meet his eyes, as your awareness of your rounded belly and widening hips cloud your mind with insecurities.

He must sense your hesitation immediately, because he's at your back before you hear him move, a large hand wrapped round you and placed protectively over your stomach.

"Never in a million years did I think I would have the honor of seeing someone I love carrying my child." He places a lingering kiss below your ear.

The honor.

He's elated by the state of you; not disgusted as you'd feared.

Can that really be?

You don't know what to say as the sentiment of the intimate moment between the two of you begins to consume you.

You never would've guessed, not in a trillion years, that this is where you would've found yourself at this moment in time. At the exact same time, you cannot imagine being anywhere else.

"I'm- um. I'm getting cold."

You colossal idiot.

"Yes, of course." He takes your hand, guiding you down the stone steps into the intoxicatingly warm water.

You sink in deep enough that your chin rests just at the surface, every muscle in your body relaxing for the first time in a very long time.

"I'll just give you some space." He begins to turn toward the steps leading upstairs.

"Wait-" You hesitate, but he's already turned back around to face you. Your face flushes at what you're trying to say before you can even muster up the courage to say it.

"I... could certainly stand a bath myself, if you wouldn't mind." He rakes his teeth across his bottom lip as he meets your eyes.

Gods, why is every single aspect of him completely irresistible?

"Yes- That would be- I mean, I would like that very much."

Just going to drown myself real quick.

He fights back a smirk; whether it was caused by your invitation, or how dreadfully awkward you are, you're unsure.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he begins to remove his clothing, slowly. Deliberately. This is something you know for a fact he can do with his seidr; he's absolutely choosing to not use it now.

A small part of you wishes it wasn't working on you exactly as he's intended it to- but the rest of you cannot take your eyes off of him and doesn't care one bit if he's showing off for you on purpose.

He's thin- noticeably thinner than he had been the first time you'd seen him naked, but his chiseled arms and upper body are still visibly strong and powerful as they flex under his weight as he lowers himself into the water.

The throbbing sensation between your legs becomes utterly impossible for you to ignore as he eases himself completely into the water, joining you at your side; his naked body drifting against yours.

He lets out a pleased hiss as he settles into the hot water that you simply cannot refuse to find at least a little bit sexual in nature.

As he sinks deeper into the water, he looks as though he could fall asleep, right before he opens his eyes again, connecting with yours. "Jafnvel eftir að mér hefur verið rifið niður í djúp Hel, mun ég aldrei hætta að elska þig." His eyes fall shut again.