Redamancy || Teen!Aradia x Teen!Loki ||
Quietly sighing to himself in small relief, the young god beamed down at her when she gave her consent and even helped him along in getting rid of what few clothes she currently wore. This may not be their first time âfooling aroundâ but for something as intimate as this, he always waited until she agreed to continue and truth be told, he was almost always surprised when she did. How he ever got to deserve the attention and affection of this rare flower-in-bloom-to-be would forever remain a mystery to him.
The princeling gulped when she lay exposed for only his eyes to see, heat colouring his cheeks a lovely shade of red once more as he took a moment to just watch. Admire. Letting this dreamy image settle solidly into the back of his mind to cherish for days and nights to come. âYou are perfect.â, he admitted in a breathless murmur, fingers soon itching to touch her, caress her smooth skin and his lips were all too eager to follow. But his dearest apparently had other plans first.
Well, patience is a virtue at least, he tought, and while he smirked knowingly at her little jest, Loki easily allowed her to return the favor, flinging his tunic to join her dress on the floor and chuckling at her playful acting afterwards. âOh no, my love, we canât have any of that, can we ? We started thisâŚâ, he began in a purr while gently grabbing hold of her wrists, pulling her hands from her eyes again to lay them on either side of his waist instead before sliding them down along his cold skin until they reached the waistband of his trousers, âSo now we have to finish.â A rather cheeky grin formed on his features as he leaned forward to press a quick, encouraging kiss to her lips. âContinueâŚâ
Aradia's head threw back with an irrepressible giggle as the playful side of her lone companion had reached the surface-in fact it had already broken though with a large splash-the feel of his cold dry palms on her skin only enhanced the giddy sound. Her little fingers shook and stumbled along the leather band that was firmly knotted around Loki's effeminate waistline, always the slender of the two for a brief moment in time she envied him but she had been assured by some Elderfolk that curves are the greatest asset on a woman.Â
"Who do you get to tie these knots for you my dear, a doormouse?" She huffed under her breath as even her little hands struggled. It took longer than it should have but with the belt gone she was reacquainted with the delight of the shadow the natural light cast on her beloved's jagged hipbones, the first time she saw them she swore her finger would bleed if it merely grazed one. Those blades are not the only things your young prince hides under his breeches, a thought breezed by in a sort of sing-song voice-the teasing tone she had used so often to make Loki's cheeks heat had made her own burn. She could not get used to the sight, her eyes didn't even see the fabric reach his ankles or the floor-they were fixed on the wicked grin that had formed on his face.
"You should know that it is not very becoming to slither into  a lady's chambers in the hours of the morn and then proceed to make a mockery of her," She put on the most formal, dignified and snooty voice she could manage. Her silent laughter shining in her eyes, she could never keep a straight face.














