#yeahhhh buddy

with his porn rotted brain? abso-fuckin-lutely.

it’s one of those things that hed definitely think about a bunch, but would be a little too nervous to try and bring it up to you. you’ll definitely catch on though, because, well… he’s not really subtle

grinding up against you right before he’s about to sink in, letting the head of his cock press against your ass for just a moment long enough to make your stomach flip before he’s skipping over it and burying himself in your cunt instead. would probably stick his thumb in there while he’s fingering you too. or when he’s got you in doggy.

once he finally grows the balls to ask - assuming you agree - he’s fucking elated. you WILL have to keep a reign on him though because he’s a dumb boy and will just try and shove his dick in there no prep like it’ll take him the same as your pussy does. slow him down, soothe his jitters and make sure he works you open properly first - and then, well… there you go.

he’d fall in love with it fast lmfao - because it’s different in a way that sends a shudder down his spine. still so warm, and still so you… but tighter and silkier - when you clench around him it’s nearly suffocating.

“This garb,” Sif said, admiring herself in the hotel room’s floor-length mirror. “It’s not awful.”

“Midgardian clothing isn’t entirely unfortunate,” Loki replied, glancing Sif as he tightened his tie. “I think you’re a testament to that.”

“You don’t look so unfortunate yourself.”

He smirked as he walked slowly over to stand behind her, snaking his long, dexterous fingers around her waist.

“Mmm, I quite like this outfit,” he said, pulling her hair out from the collar of her shirt. “Though I think it would look better on the floor.”

“These windows are large,” Sif whispered, smiling as Loki reached around to free her of her slacks. “Someone will see us.”

“No one will see.”

“Heimdall will see.”

Loki’s expression soured and he glared, thoroughly annoyed. “I suppose that’s one way to kill my desire.”

Sif laughed loudly. “I’d prefer this secret to be ours alone.”

“I’ve shrouded myself from him many times before. He will know nothing.”

“We have to be at the station in a half hour, Loki. We do not have the time,” Sif said, moving slightly forward to grab her belt off the bed, purposely shoving her bottom into the front of his pants.   

“Now that,” he whispered against her ear as he pulled her up forcefully, moving her taut against his growing hardness. “Is a very dangerous move.”

“What will you do about it?”