An Intimate Lokean Devotional
He’s a mad scientist I watch with curiosity. His hair wild, green eyes glowing with mischief. Leather straps buckle across his chest, matching the ones that cradle my wrists, holding them spread apart. My heart wide open as he likes it to be, for him, for me.
Restrained on the bed, I watch him mutter to himself as if I’m not here. I wonder when he’ll turn those glowing eyes on me, his attention on me, his love.
He suddenly slams his palms down on the workbench.
“Would you please ask me what I am doing, Love?” he says with mock frustration.
“What, what are you doing, Loki?”
“Waiting for you to notice me.”
A sly grin spreads across his face as he slips on a thin black glove. He wiggles his long, slender fingers for me to admire. My breath catches. The slightest embarrassment kisses my brain as I quiet myself from confessing:
I was waiting for him to notice me, too.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Dear Love,” he says, leaning over to kiss my forehead. His soft lips find my mouth.
Heat flushes through my body.
Aching for him.
