Her head tilted into his touch as his fingers grazed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She swallowed thickly, wishing that it was his lips instead of her fingers. “Show me your kingdom, my King.”
Juniper allowed her hand to tenderly fall to his chest, feeling the rhythmic swell as he breathed. This made her realize the vast difference between the two of them. Loki is tall, slender, yet powerful. His posture held the confidence of a King, which towered over her. She was petite, innocent, and much more shy than he was. She felt almost childish standing next to him, yet her touch was anything but childish. In one swift motion, she leans in close and presses her lips to the junction of his neck and jaw. Her lips places soft, wet kisses to his neck, having to stand on her tip toes to reach.
Loki chuckled quietly as he watched her, green eyes curious as to what the energy he could sense from her was. A power he had sensed before, but in his many centuries, he had learned that the sense of power he got could feel similar but be a different kind of ability. He knew he was tall compared to most Midgardians, but this little one intrigued him a great deal. He tilted his head as she called him King, giving a little smile. “Technically I was supposed to be, even though I was a runt in my homeland.” he explained. “How did you know?”
The difference in their height was much more prominent once she was close enough to kiss his neck. It was the first time someone had been so aware of his power and yet…unafraid. “My little vixen,” he murmured, leaning down to return the gesture, lips ghosting over her pulse. “You have quite the charm.”
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