Thor, Son of Odin

modern wondertrev — diana prince & steve trevor

“Unhand me this instant” she snared. “Unhand me,and I will make sure your death is quick and painless/ . 

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“Very well. On your stomach, sister dear.” He mentioned with a little grin, rummaging through a bedside table and finding just what he needed. “Well isn’t that convenient.”

He gave her a little smile. “I could oblige you, if you’d like. Perhaps the magic will make things more pleasurable for you.” 

“You used to think so when we were children.” He hummed softly, his fingers sliding along on the back. “I remember you used to climb into my bed on the colder nights.”

He watched her fingers and traced the line that hers had taken, his heart racing a little quicker. “Well, i do what I can I suppose.” He joked as he watched her closely.

His head tilted slightly to the side. “It doesn’t hurt, right? You would tell me if I was making you uncomfortable?” The last thing he wanted to do to Loki was make her uncomfortable while she in a form that she didn’t really use.

He chuckled softly. “Well, I can certainly try to behave myself.” His arms slid around her for a moment, his fingers catching some of the marks along her midsection. “We remember how good I am at that.”

A little smile crossed his face. “Of course.” He stood to take her out of the tub, not paying any attention to his current state while he carried her to the bed. “Is that better?”

His lips parted and he willed his body to behave while he continued to map out her markings with his fingers. “The more I touch them, the more I realize how beautiful they are Loki.”

His fingers went across the markings along the back of her neck. “I would certainly not be welcome. They would probably kill me on the spot. It’d be a short trip to say the least.”

He was quiet for a moment as he slid his fingers higher on her markings towards the ones on her neck. “You mean, to show that you’re royalty? I wish...we would’ve learned more about the Jotuns before we had such a terrible fate thrust upon them.”

He gave her a small nod of understanding before he gently ran his fingers over the marks on her arm. The electricity crackled again when he reached the ones on her shoulders. “What do they mean? If I may ask.” Markings meant something to pretty much any species in the nine realms.