A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Would you like me to spark your fantasies?” Loki asks.
I haven’t let myself fantasize in a long while, I realize.
“Fantasy is an important part of mating,” he says, voice thick like syrup.
Saliva fills my mouth.
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A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“I’m not sure how to respond.” I admit.
“Do you need to respond at all?”
Loki presses stars on my window pane.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“You have to actually speak for us to have a conversation, dear love,” Loki reminds.
My heart opens as I bow my head,
held beneath his desire that we converse.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“I’ll fold your delicates, sweetheart.”
My blush can’t scald any more deeply.
Loki nudges my sensibilities.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Sometimes I forget you’re a god. Other times I remember.”
“Pretty neat, huh?”
I melt from Loki’s heat.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“I have your head in my hands, your heart down my throat. How will I consume you next?” Loki asks.
I realize I’m at his mercy.
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Smile for me, please,” Loki says.
He unknits my eyebrows
softens the corners of my mouth
relaxes my gaze
sparks curiosity in my brain.
A Lokean Devotional
“Let it be a conversation,” he says. His eyes read me.
I’m held between Loki and tree.
His hands clasp mine gently.
“A parley.” He winks. My heart wakes up.
I can’t deny his wishes. They echo my own. Stuck between love and fear. He knows it. Knows me.
“Meet me halfway,” he whispers, and my heart tugs to follow his lead.
Okay.
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.