mischief-maker-loki:

iamthefirechild:

mischief-maker-loki:

iamthefirechild:

mischief-maker-loki:

*smiles sadly* Some have remorse for what they have done in the past. I certainly do. I wish to return to simple mischief making. I miss it. It is also quite disheartening to be treated as a monster where ever one goes… not that I don’t deserve a fair bit of it.

And is this mischief you’re planning with Lex … and me?

Some, if you’re interested… Who knows, we might even make it out of the bedroom. *winks*

I think … you should test run some of this mischief. Beforehand. We wouldn’t want Lex to be … disappointed, after all.

Loki chuckles, stepping quite close to you. “Do not worry, my flame haired friend. We will not disappoint Lex. In fact, I think we will leave her quite speechless. Maybe even delirious.” Two fingers press under your chin, tilting your head up as Loki bends, pressing his lips gently to yours, keeping the kiss gentle, simple; letting you make any attempt to deepen it.

‘Oh boy male bodies react differently!’ went through his brain at high speed before thinking was just obliterated. His hands grabbed at Loki’s shoulders, trying to pin the other in place. He made no attempt to deepen the kiss, just lengthen it, utterly unwilling to break it.