theempathywithin

“How did you know?” he asked her, quite interested in the way she was able to decipher his prior engagements. “My little vixen.”

Her head lulled back in pleasure as he returned the favor, lips gliding over her alabaster skin carefully, deliberately. Her grey eyes fluttered shut as she conjured up a breathy response. “I was given the gift of.. empathy.” The more they connected, the more she could understand about him. She felt the jealousy running through him, and the amount of untamed power he could unleash at any second. “Vixen” she hummed, “I quite like the sound of that.”

She found herself clinging to his outer garments, trying to diminish any space remaining between them. It felt good to get her secret off of her chest, to let him finally see that she was more powerful that he originally thought. “Once a king or a king to be, always a king.”

Loki hummed at her reaction. OF course in his long life he’d had many lovers, but never had lain with a Midgardian, though he didn’t really know why. It had never occurred to him that he could. he hummed, green eyes closing as he listened to her, some part of him slightly annoyed that she was still able to form such sentences. “Empathy? Oh, little one, I can teach you how to mature that power.” he promised, smirking. “I can call you Vixen anytime you want, my little one.” he promised, biting down just slightly over the juncture of her neck and shoulder. 

“A king of a desolate, frozen land is not something I prefer. I’d much rather have the love of a Queen.” he drew back enough to run his fingers through blonde hair. “It’s much more enticing to be at the will of anothr as powerful as yourself.” he mused.