The sound that emerges from Summer’s throat when Loki finally, finally touches her, even if it’s just a single finger, is a long groan, half relief, half skyrocketing pleasure. When he removes the blindfold, she tips her head up, seeking his face with hazy eyesight, before a flick of his tongue makes her throw her head back again, eyes shut. She makes the most pleading sound she can, desperate for more.