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“How have you been, Summer?  Tell me of all your…” he looks her over, smirking, “adventures.”

She hasn’t been paying attention to anything but the inside of her own head, and yelps embarrassingly at the sound of his smooth voice. “WHAT the fuck, Loki.”

This was the reaction he was seeking.  His eyes trailed over her face, her hair, the silhouette of her back.  There would be time for that, but now he wanted to toy with her.

“Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

She has to laugh. He hasn’t changed, not in the least, and it’s obscurely comforting. “Yes, Loki. I missed you.” Her tone changes, less playful. “Particularly when I was kidnaped. You were too far away … ” She shakes it off. “Anyway.”

His smile drops.  ”You were kidnapped? What are you talking about?”  He feels strangely possessive all of a sudden.

“Two or three weeks ago. A group of local magicians wanted to, hmm, steal my abilities. Tony helped me get out.” She’s trying to shrug it off, like it was nothing, although she still sometimes can’t sleep without a light on (Tony’s arc reactor), and her own bathroom makes her heart race in early morning light.

Tony…Tony? “Anthony Stark?” He let out a forced laugh.  ”I suppose it’s a good thing his little fall from the window didn’t kill him, then.  But I must know more.  I am not wronged without revenge, you know.”

“Yes, that Tony. We, um, did a number on their mansion. I’m not actually sure there’s a whole lot left to /take/ revenge on. What’s left of the group is pretty scattered right now.” She’s started to wring her hands together, the memories barging back into the front of her mind without a by-your-leave. “I’m fine, really. Where have you been?”

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“How have you been, Summer?  Tell me of all your…” he looks her over, smirking, “adventures.”

She hasn’t been paying attention to anything but the inside of her own head, and yelps embarrassingly at the sound of his smooth voice. “WHAT the fuck, Loki.”

This was the reaction he was seeking.  His eyes trailed over her face, her hair, the silhouette of her back.  There would be time for that, but now he wanted to toy with her.

“Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

She has to laugh. He hasn’t changed, not in the least, and it’s obscurely comforting. “Yes, Loki. I missed you.” Her tone changes, less playful. “Particularly when I was kidnaped. You were too far away … ” She shakes it off. “Anyway.”

His smile drops.  ”You were kidnapped? What are you talking about?”  He feels strangely possessive all of a sudden.

“Two or three weeks ago. A group of local magicians wanted to, hmm, steal my abilities. Tony helped me get out.” She’s trying to shrug it off, like it was nothing, although she still sometimes can’t sleep without a light on (Tony’s arc reactor), and her own bathroom makes her heart race in early morning light.

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“How have you been, Summer?  Tell me of all your…” he looks her over, smirking, “adventures.”

She hasn’t been paying attention to anything but the inside of her own head, and yelps embarrassingly at the sound of his smooth voice. “WHAT the fuck, Loki.”

This was the reaction he was seeking.  His eyes trailed over her face, her hair, the silhouette of her back.  There would be time for that, but now he wanted to toy with her.

“Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

She has to laugh. He hasn’t changed, not in the least, and it’s obscurely comforting. “Yes, Loki. I missed you.” Her tone changes, less playful. “Particularly when I was kidnaped. You were too far away … ” She shakes it off. “Anyway.”

This Isn’t Everything You Are

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His breath drew in sharply but he steadied himself.  ”Oh, is that what you want?  My Summer, so…forceful.  I like this.” He pressed his hand over hers and moved it down over him, meeting her eyes with a narrowed gaze.  ”What shall I do with you then?  Whisper all my secret longings?  How I have dreamed of those fire eyes and the heat of your touch?” He leaned up into her.  ”How no one has ever bewitched me so quickly?  Shall I tell you of your strength, courage, ferocity?  No, you must already know all of this.”  He pulled her down close again.  ”But I suppose it cannot be said enough.”  Lips met eager lips.

Freeing her hands from his, Summer slipped them back under his tunic, sliding them up and taking the fabric with her, until she either had to wait or break away from the kiss. Tugging on the hem, she lifted her head a touch to smile into his eyes. “You tell me things I wish to believe, but in my secret heart, I know better. Make me believe, Loki. And take this off. I need to touch you.”

The tunic was off before a second had passed.

“So hungry for my words, my dear.  I tire of them.”  He dragged her fingers down his chest and lay his head back.  ”Touch me and you will need no words.”

Skin and scars lay revealed to her gaze, and Summer took her time over them, tracing lines and ridges with careful fingertips, kissing each mark of pain, drawing her nails down in soft lines. Into his breastbone she whispered, “Emotions are blurred, strange, sliding one into the other without pause. You wished to recant them, just a short while ago, and now you want me in your heart, searching? Make up your mind, ice-king.” She teased her teeth along his nipple, trying to render him speechless.

Slowly drawing himself up, wrapping careful arms around her figure, Loki let his eyes fall closed as he brushed his lips over her cheek.  ”Haven’t you ever wanted to lose yourself?” he whispered, feeling the tension seem to fall out of him.  Her fingertips over his skin was heaven and nothing else seemed to matter in the slightest.  Perhaps he was too exposed…he did not care.  He would care later, after she let go.  And they always let go in the end.

“Lost is what I always am,” she murmured, retracing every inch with kisses now, pausing to pay special attention to the scar marks. “I wish to find myself, shaped in someone else’s voice.” She slid downward, fingertips grasping the upper hem of his trousers. Light kisses encircled his navel, and she traced her name with her tongue against his skin, flicking like a cat drinking milk.

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“There is nothing,” he kissed a line down her neck, “I would rather do.”  Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and deftly undid her pants, sliding them down and away.  Careful hands pulled back up over her, again and again, pressing her harder against him.  ”There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” his fingers memorized the feel of every angle of her.  He strained painfully against his pants, and a small whimper escaped his lips.

Half-balanced on Loki, Summer laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it raced higher. His tiny whimper made her smile, sliding hands under cloth to shape the lean muscles of him with her fingertips. A little flexion, a little push had her sitting up over him, looking down with a possessive smile.

One hand lay lightly over his navel, stroking downward with the barest pressure. “Details, Loki. Seduce me with your words.”

His breath drew in sharply but he steadied himself.  ”Oh, is that what you want?  My Summer, so…forceful.  I like this.” He pressed his hand over hers and moved it down over him, meeting her eyes with a narrowed gaze.  ”What shall I do with you then?  Whisper all my secret longings?  How I have dreamed of those fire eyes and the heat of your touch?” He leaned up into her.  ”How no one has ever bewitched me so quickly?  Shall I tell you of your strength, courage, ferocity?  No, you must already know all of this.”  He pulled her down close again.  ”But I suppose it cannot be said enough.”  Lips met eager lips.

Freeing her hands from his, Summer slipped them back under his tunic, sliding them up and taking the fabric with her, until she either had to wait or break away from the kiss. Tugging on the hem, she lifted her head a touch to smile into his eyes. “You tell me things I wish to believe, but in my secret heart, I know better. Make me believe, Loki. And take this off. I need to touch you.”

The tunic was off before a second had passed.

“So hungry for my words, my dear.  I tire of them.”  He dragged her fingers down his chest and lay his head back.  ”Touch me and you will need no words.”

Skin and scars lay revealed to her gaze, and Summer took her time over them, tracing lines and ridges with careful fingertips, kissing each mark of pain, drawing her nails down in soft lines. Into his breastbone she whispered, “Emotions are blurred, strange, sliding one into the other without pause. You wished to recant them, just a short while ago, and now you want me in your heart, searching? Make up your mind, ice-king.” She teased her teeth along his nipple, trying to render him speechless.

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His hands slid softly up her sides, lifting off the shirt that kept him from feeling her skin.  Immediately he leaned back into the kiss, twisting their tongues together, unable to get enough.  The feeling of her fingers tangled in his hair was like a piece of heaven, and he hoped she could feel it.  ”I’m yours, Summer,” he said, unable to contain his words.  His hands shook just slightly.  ”Tell me what you want.”

Pressing kisses to each temple, to each sharp cheekbone, to the corners of his jaw, she murmured, “I want,” kiss, “your hands,” kiss, “everywhere,” kiss, “learning every line,” kiss, “every curve,” she ran her nails down the back of his neck, “followed by your mouth, while you tell me everything you find beautiful about me. Take my breath away. Make me cry out. Draw it out slow and pure until neither of us can stand it any longer.”

“There is nothing,” he kissed a line down her neck, “I would rather do.”  Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and deftly undid her pants, sliding them down and away.  Careful hands pulled back up over her, again and again, pressing her harder against him.  ”There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” his fingers memorized the feel of every angle of her.  He strained painfully against his pants, and a small whimper escaped his lips.

Half-balanced on Loki, Summer laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it raced higher. His tiny whimper made her smile, sliding hands under cloth to shape the lean muscles of him with her fingertips. A little flexion, a little push had her sitting up over him, looking down with a possessive smile.

One hand lay lightly over his navel, stroking downward with the barest pressure. “Details, Loki. Seduce me with your words.”

His breath drew in sharply but he steadied himself.  ”Oh, is that what you want?  My Summer, so…forceful.  I like this.” He pressed his hand over hers and moved it down over him, meeting her eyes with a narrowed gaze.  ”What shall I do with you then?  Whisper all my secret longings?  How I have dreamed of those fire eyes and the heat of your touch?” He leaned up into her.  ”How no one has ever bewitched me so quickly?  Shall I tell you of your strength, courage, ferocity?  No, you must already know all of this.”  He pulled her down close again.  ”But I suppose it cannot be said enough.”  Lips met eager lips.

Freeing her hands from his, Summer slipped them back under his tunic, sliding them up and taking the fabric with her, until she either had to wait or break away from the kiss. Tugging on the hem, she lifted her head a touch to smile into his eyes. “You tell me things I wish to believe, but in my secret heart, I know better. Make me believe, Loki. And take this off. I need to touch you.”

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He stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, all semblance of grace momentarily lost. As Summer climbed onto his lap, he smiled into their kiss.  ”Can you feel how I want you?” he murmured.  ”Since first we met…do you feel it?”  He knew she could.  He felt a tangible connection between them, glowing like an ember.  His hands slipped up her thighs and pulled her tighter against him.

She didn’t bother to answer; they both knew the truth. It would drive them like tides, swept apart and together and apart again, but for now it was together. Instead she cupped his face in both hands and bent to the task of silencing that silver tongue, for now, pressing her lips to his and parting them with her tongue.

Astride his lap, they were of a height, and she took advantage of that too, slipping fingers from his face into his hair, glorying in the heavy cascade of it.

His hands slid softly up her sides, lifting off the shirt that kept him from feeling her skin.  Immediately he leaned back into the kiss, twisting their tongues together, unable to get enough.  The feeling of her fingers tangled in his hair was like a piece of heaven, and he hoped she could feel it.  ”I’m yours, Summer,” he said, unable to contain his words.  His hands shook just slightly.  ”Tell me what you want.”

Pressing kisses to each temple, to each sharp cheekbone, to the corners of his jaw, she murmured, “I want,” kiss, “your hands,” kiss, “everywhere,” kiss, “learning every line,” kiss, “every curve,” she ran her nails down the back of his neck, “followed by your mouth, while you tell me everything you find beautiful about me. Take my breath away. Make me cry out. Draw it out slow and pure until neither of us can stand it any longer.”

“There is nothing,” he kissed a line down her neck, “I would rather do.”  Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and deftly undid her pants, sliding them down and away.  Careful hands pulled back up over her, again and again, pressing her harder against him.  ”There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” his fingers memorized the feel of every angle of her.  He strained painfully against his pants, and a small whimper escaped his lips.

Half-balanced on Loki, Summer laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it raced higher. His tiny whimper made her smile, sliding hands under cloth to shape the lean muscles of him with her fingertips. A little flexion, a little push had her sitting up over him, looking down with a possessive smile.

One hand lay lightly over his navel, stroking downward with the barest pressure. “Details, Loki. Seduce me with your words.”

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He smiled, crooked, bathed in desire.  ”As you wish,” he whispered, and the armour disappeared, leaving only his tunic and pants.  ”And I will have you.”  He kissed her hard, pulling back towards his bed.

The little part of Summer that wasn’t caught up in the spine-tinglingness of that kiss was busy damning her lack of height. It only took one stumble before she gave up trying to keep her lips locked with the tall god’s and just concentrated on the feel of his hands on her and the sharp sweet taste of his desire in her mind. “Oh yes … “

He stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, all semblance of grace momentarily lost. As Summer climbed onto his lap, he smiled into their kiss.  ”Can you feel how I want you?” he murmured.  ”Since first we met…do you feel it?”  He knew she could.  He felt a tangible connection between them, glowing like an ember.  His hands slipped up her thighs and pulled her tighter against him.

She didn’t bother to answer; they both knew the truth. It would drive them like tides, swept apart and together and apart again, but for now it was together. Instead she cupped his face in both hands and bent to the task of silencing that silver tongue, for now, pressing her lips to his and parting them with her tongue.

Astride his lap, they were of a height, and she took advantage of that too, slipping fingers from his face into his hair, glorying in the heavy cascade of it.

His hands slid softly up her sides, lifting off the shirt that kept him from feeling her skin.  Immediately he leaned back into the kiss, twisting their tongues together, unable to get enough.  The feeling of her fingers tangled in his hair was like a piece of heaven, and he hoped she could feel it.  ”I’m yours, Summer,” he said, unable to contain his words.  His hands shook just slightly.  ”Tell me what you want.”

Pressing kisses to each temple, to each sharp cheekbone, to the corners of his jaw, she murmured, “I want,” kiss, “your hands,” kiss, “everywhere,” kiss, “learning every line,” kiss, “every curve,” she ran her nails down the back of his neck, “followed by your mouth, while you tell me everything you find beautiful about me. Take my breath away. Make me cry out. Draw it out slow and pure until neither of us can stand it any longer.”

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“Oh, anything you like,” Summer said, looking up with a laugh. “There’s so little, in comparison to you … this may take me hours.” Without even looking, she pried at his bracer, running her fingers down the leather underneath.

“I am a patient man,” he replied, but shook off the other bracer, smiling as it crashed to the floor.  He brought the hand back up and slid the shoulder off her shirt, tracing the angles with his fingers.  Just then, the light filtered through the window and lit up her face, and Loki swore that she glowed.  He leaned in and kissed her gently, unable to stop himself from the act.  

“Tell me what you desire, and I will serve you.”

Just a day ago, Summer would have been prepared to swear there was nothing gentle about Loki of Asgard. The softness of his kiss curled her toes, and she couldn’t help closing her eyes, the better to taste him. Her hands went to his chest again, pressing against the leather and metal as though she could simply will it away. It took a little time for her to find the words to answer him with.

“Don’t make me search for you under all this. I just want you, in any way you’ll have me.”

He smiled, crooked, bathed in desire.  ”As you wish,” he whispered, and the armour disappeared, leaving only his tunic and pants.  ”And I will have you.”  He kissed her hard, pulling back towards his bed.

The little part of Summer that wasn’t caught up in the spine-tinglingness of that kiss was busy damning her lack of height. It only took one stumble before she gave up trying to keep her lips locked with the tall god’s and just concentrated on the feel of his hands on her and the sharp sweet taste of his desire in her mind. “Oh yes … “

He stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, all semblance of grace momentarily lost. As Summer climbed onto his lap, he smiled into their kiss.  ”Can you feel how I want you?” he murmured.  ”Since first we met…do you feel it?”  He knew she could.  He felt a tangible connection between them, glowing like an ember.  His hands slipped up her thighs and pulled her tighter against him.

She didn’t bother to answer; they both knew the truth. It would drive them like tides, swept apart and together and apart again, but for now it was together. Instead she cupped his face in both hands and bent to the task of silencing that silver tongue, for now, pressing her lips to his and parting them with her tongue.

Astride his lap, they were of a height, and she took advantage of that too, slipping fingers from his face into his hair, glorying in the heavy cascade of it.