The Lost Asgardian (Loki)

Entry 15) Icy Hearts

"Get Lucky" by Daughter
A/N
Am I the only one who hears "Get Loki" in this...? >_<

Happy Reading! 
-Alycat
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As we stood there, two souls bound by fate and circumstance, I couldn't help but wonder if redemption was still within reach for him. Maybe I was naive for ever thinking such a thing. With each kiss that transpired it felt like the world stopped spinning, and absolutely nothing else in this world or any other mattered.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth nearby, casting dancing shadows across the chamber walls as the time dragged on. We had a unique problem as our kissing increased tempo, our passion spreading the more time we spent engaging in it.
As Loki reluctantly tore his lips away from mine, his gaze held a moment of contemplation, as if he grappled with the weight of our actions. "I will never love anyone as deeply as I love you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, yet resonating with unwavering sincerity. I found myself unable to look away from his mesmerizing eyes, each glance drawing me deeper into the intensity of our connection.

I turned to face him as he tried pulling away, my gaze locking with his in a blend of apprehension and longing. Between us lay an unspoken understanding, a connection woven through the fabric of our shared history. As our lips met in a tender kiss, a spark ignited, reigniting a flame that had smoldered between us between this lifetime and the last. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, as we surrendered to the irresistible pull of desire.

I was the first to wiggle out of my clothes, uncaring that I caught him completely off guard and more than a little surprised. He looked too stunned to speak as I stood before him.
"We should not—" he began, his words trailing off as I pulled him in close and shook my head.
"I waited my entire life to find you again—" I started, only to be interrupted by his cautious response.

"And I, a thousand years for you," he said carefully, his tone laden with uncertainty. "Though we should not—"
"I fail to see a good reason to rebuff me now," I countered, "there's no one from the past to stop us."
He looked uneased, as if he were trying hard to be respectable but I was making it difficult for him.

"If you're worried about my chastity, you've already taken it before," I muttered, the words escaping me with a mix of playfulness and sincerity.
"My, my, you're a scandalous little minx," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and fondness as he drew me in close, resting his chin atop my head.
"I haven't the slightest idea of why you're rejecting me."
"Rejecting you?" Loki laughed in amusement. His arms around me tightened.
"Is there someone else...?" I asked, the question hanging in the air between us, filled with uncertainty and longing.

In response, Loki pulled me closer, his lips meeting mine in a fervent kiss that spoke volumes more than words ever could, a silent reassurance of his feelings.
Our embrace deepened, our hands exploring familiar contours, tracing the lines of memory and longing. Each touch was a testament to the unspoken words that lingered between us, a silent confession of love and need even after the clothes were shed. As the night enveloped us in its embrace, we found solace in each other's arms, a sanctuary from the tumultuous world outside. In that moment of intimacy, we were no longer bound by the chains of fate, but free to love without reservation.

And as the dawn broke the next morning painting the sky with hues of gold and rose, we lay entwined in each other's embrace, our hearts beating as one, our souls united in a bond that transcended time and space.
Loki's cold finger traced gently down my bare back, sending delightful shivers down my spine. I smiled against his chest, relishing the intimacy of the moment. "I know you're awake," he murmured, his voice soft and warm.

"Here I thought I was doing a great job of pretending," I teased, my tone light with affection. I stretched carefully; tired but ridiculously happy.
"No, love. You still snore," he replied, his voice tinged with playful amusement.
I laughed and turned to face him. "How romantic of you to say."
"It's a lovely snoring; a soft one similar to windchimes." He nodded seriously; causing me to laugh. He chuckled as well, his laughter filling the air with warmth and joy. "In all seriousness," he said carefully, his arms wrapping around me as I tried to squirm away. "I relish hearing the sound; it reminds me that you're alive."

"I liked sleeping with you too," I winked, unable to suppress a playful grin. "This was the first time in a very long time I had a wonderful, dreamless sleep."
"I'm a sleeping aid, eh? I feel used," he quipped, his lips curving into a playful smirk as he teased me. I snuggled in closer, relishing the touch of his skin against mine, and placed a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder blade.