An Intimate Lokean Devotional
“Let’s play farm. I’ll be the pig…. and you be my trough.”
His expression tells me he’s serious.
“Okay.”
“Excellent! Lie over there. Now I’ll wear this blindfold and find you using only my keen senses.”
Loki ties a black scarf behind his head as I do as I’m told.
Later, I cry-laughter.
“I didn’t know it could be fun.”
“What, Dear pet?”
“Mating.”
“Oh, right… is that okay?”
“Better than okay.”
