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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Thor’s arms came around Loki tightly as the other pushed him against the wall and kissed him. One hand slid up into the other’s hair, gripping tightly as the kiss continued.
“Welcome home, my heart.” Loki murmured breathlessly against Thor’s lips. “I’ve missed you.” Fingers ran up Thor’s chest as he spoke, green eyes alight with love and mischief.
Her cheeks glows as she leans into his tender touch. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Juniper did have a ‘distinct power’ as he put it, and she tried her best to keep it tucked away until she truly needed it. She didn’t want to intrude on her feelings at this very moment, rather she wanted him to slowly reveal them. “Very perceptive of you Loki.” she says, trailing her finger down the length of the leather on his chest.
“I am perceptive in many ways, my lovely little Juniper.” Loki hummed. “My magic is very sensitive. It lets me know when people are more than what they seem.” Green eyes wandered over her form as they stood in his room. “Can I make you comfortable at all?” he asked, fingers brushing along the side of her neck. “Would you like to look around?”
To Loki, Juniper must appear young and inexperienced and truthfully, he wouldn’t be wrong. She isn’t naive though, she certainly knows where this could end up. Her blue eyes float down to the god’s outstretched hand. With all of her power she wills her empathic abilities away for a moment she she can take his hand and follow him into his room. “But is that really such a bad thing?” she asks, cocking her head to the side playfully.
“No, but your innocence hides a distinct power.” Loki mused, drawing her close to brush some blonde from her face. “Doesn’t it?” he asked, green eyes watching her quietly. “I can sense it, even as you try to withdraw it.” he mused, slender fingers brushing her cheek.
Juniper peers up at the younger Asgardian prince, contemplating her next move. He’s right. Everyone else had warned her about him, but that only made the chase even more exciting. Truthfully, her feelings for him, her innate desire began the day they met. She bit back her tongue every time she wanted to whisper something in his ear, or kiss his lips softly. That’s not what the guest was supposed to do.
“What’s not to want? Tall, Dark, Powerful, handsome.” she emphasizes her words.
“Powerful indeed.” Loki tilted his head, watching the little blonde. “Well, then. As much as I’m sure you’re pretty on your knees, I’d rather not risk being caught and killed on the belief that I forced you into anything. Shall we go to my room?” he asked, green eyes taking her in.
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