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best friend!issei who never really realised and fails to clock how boyfriend-ish he acts towards you. tieing your laces for you, holding your bags, waiting for you after class and buying you treats, he alwaysss gives you the last bite of everything.

best friend!issei who jumps at the chance to see you in his clothes. you mention you're cold and his blazers, jackets and hoodies are being shed so fast even though its the middle of winter.

best friend!issei who saw you get flirted with once and it made him tweak out so bad he realised he had to suck it tf up and ask you out before another dude snatches you up

best friend!issei who only told iwa because he knew he'd be driven to insanity if oikawa and makki knew.

best friend!issei who takes you out to a festival and buys you food before confessing, only stumbling on like all of his words, not being able to look you in the eye and pathetically saying "Please let me be your boyfriend." at the end.

best friend!issei who's eyes bulged out of his head when he heard you actually accept his confession. he started laughing obnoxiously because he couldn't believe it and only stopped when he saw other people looking at the two of you.

boyfriend!issei who gives you a tight hug, his tall frame basically swallowing you as giggles leave both your mouthes.

boyfriend!issei who's now soo proud to call you his girlfriend. even prouder to say he's your boyfriend

boyfriend!issei who never really changed his behaviour to you, always treating you the way you should be treated, that is, amazingly.

boyfriend!issei who brags to all his friends after they find out (it took them a while) and rubs the fact that he has a gf in oikawa's face

boyfriend!issei who gets iwaizumi to be your photographer to take pics of you two whenever you guys go out.

boyfriend!issei who tells his older sister and his younger brother that his best friend is now his partner.

boyfriend!issei who can't wait to graduate with you so the two of you can go into the world together.

boyfriend!issei who hits so many major milestones with you.

boyfriend!issei who doesn't know it yet, but he'll see you walking down the aisle in a few short years <33

You also did not miss how he had begun calling his colours and his symbols 'ours' ever since you'd wed. It was an honour, in your mind, to have a man so usually solitary to include you into something he'd had as his own for a millennium. 

For the benefit of the nobles who still loved to watch you both (you were still newlyweds after all), you thought, Loki brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles openly in front of everyone. 

Your eyes met as he did it, and his were noticeably darkened.

He loyally held onto your hand for the rest of dinner, whenever he could. Even when he conversed with others, and even when you did. And he watched you try wine from his own goblet brought to you all by a noble, a small smirk on his face. 

When dinner reached its end, with the nobles now moving onto even wilder conversations (and more dancing) from their drinking during dinner, Loki gave you another pointed look and you nodded. 

He turned to his mother and the All-Father, both to his left.

"Mother, Father, I shall go walk my wife back to her chambers now that dinner has ended. If I've your permission, of course." 

Frigga looked to Loki first, then to you, with a gentle smile on her face. Odin simply waved his hand in something likely symbolizing 'you are free to do as you wish, leave me to my business'. 

"Of course, my son." Frigga replied in place of the All-Father, her looks between the two of you knowing and slightly amused. "Have a pleasant sleep, my daughter." She added as Loki offered you his hand so you might stand from your seat, her eyes twinkling. 

Loki and you bowed your heads in the direction of his parents, and Loki led you, arm-in-arm, into one of the unassuming doors to the side of the royal dinner table, and then through small, empty passageways until you found yourselves back into the main hallways near his chambers. 

You'd both known for all of dinner that you would not be walked back to your own chambers. And, it seemed, Frigga had known, too. 

The Einherjar standing by the doors of Loki's chambers moved aside at the sight of you both and opened the doors for you. Loki allowed you to walk in, but stayed behind briefly to speak to the two men. 

"No disturbances tonight." You heard him tell them. 

He walked in after you and locked the doors behind himself with a flick of his wrist. 

You'd busied yourself with pouring some wine into one of the empty goblets standing by the pitcher. Loki walked up behind you and placed a light hand onto your bicep, taking the goblet with his other hand and taking a sip. You bit your tongue at how easily he seemed to take things that were to be your own, reminding yourself that you were married now. 

"Nothing from the healers, then?" He asked softly, mouth against your temple. 

"No, nothing..." You answered. 

He tutted softly, and kissed your temple.

"Very well, we shall try again, then." 

"Loki... I wish you would not worry so... we've been married for but a few months." 

"Perhaps, wife, but I've ended up married before Thor, and with him seemingly not any closer to finding his own spouse, the responsibility of heirs comes to me. To us." 

You nodded shakily, holding your breath as he leaned down to kiss your neck. 

You supposed it was odd, to find yourself in such a relationship. One where your marriage had been unexpected and arranged, but where you’d ended up incredibly compatible on at least one front. Indeed, you were friendly enough with one another, and there was no malice in your relationship, but you did not think there was reciprocated love, either. Passion, however, there was. And quite a lot of it. This has led to many nights and mornings (and afternoons) of the both of you stuck in an amorous embrace all over the palace.

Recently, however, Loki had resorted to limiting your trysts (or trying to) to his bed or yours, because it had become his unofficial duty to bring in heirs for his family, even though he was not the crown prince.

“So… again, then?” You whispered, gasping as he sucked onto the spot he’d been kissing.

“Mhmm. Again.” He replied simply, his hand moving from your bicep down around your middle.

“You had me this morning, husband.” You reminded him shakily. “Our efforts might have been fruitful that time.”

He hummed softly, gently holding you to him as he walked backwards, towards the doors leading to his bedchambers.

“Perhaps. And yet, I find myself wishing to be certain, my wife. Do you wish to tell me that you mind how often we find ourselves in such predicaments? I shall desist in pursuing you for a while, if that is so, and allow you to come to me when you are next ready. However-”

“-No.” You replied hastily, the speed of your reply catching you both off guard and flustering you (but amusing him).

“As I thought, then.” He kissed your jaw.

You’d ended up in his bedchambers before you’d even realized it, too caught up in his careful hold on you and his kisses to your neck and face. He had always, always, been an incredibly attentive lover. It is perhaps why you enjoyed your more private moments as a wife so much.

“We both lied earlier, you know.” Loki whispered against your skin, pressing your front against the doors (now closed) leading back out into his sitting room.

“Hm?” You were distracted, not really listening.

“You claimed you had not noticed I’d forgone my helm. An awful lie, wife. I caught you staring.” He purred, his teeth pulling lightly onto your earlobe. You gasped, one of your hands coming up against the wood of the door for stability.

“And, I, in turn, said I enjoyed your dress. I lied. It causes me both great pain and great pleasure. See, you are utterly ravishing in it. That is the truth. But the garment pains me all the same, because you had others staring, and because I wish the dress burned in a fire for ever having touched your skin.”

“You are being entirely dramatic.” You gasped out.

“Am I?” His hand had reached down, and was now gripping some of your skirts. “I wish to have you so badly… the only thing I have been able to focus on since I woke up today has been the sweet cunt beneath these skirts.”

Both of you were panting by this point, and you’d not even touched one another yet. You felt hot, and you were glad for his hand around you, keeping you steady. You could feel yourself wanting him, aching for him.

“Husband…” You began shakily. He groaned softly in response, loving how the title sounded from you.

“Tell me. Ask, and I shall give you the world.”

“I want you.”

He hummed softly, slipping his hand beneath your skirts, sliding it up above where your stockings ended. You both gasped quietly when you felt his bare hand on your bare thigh.

“How do you want me?” He asked, the words spoken against your ear.

“Right here.” You could not wait. You could feel him, hard and throbbing against your behind, and the knowledge of his own desire was making you even more desperate to feel him inside of you again.

“Here, against the wall?” He whispered, evidently pleased at your desperation. He chuckled and shook his head slowly, rubbing his nose against your cheek as he did it. “No, wife. Not here. We will take one another on the bed. However,” His hand slipped higher up your skirts, now reaching your inner thighs.

You shuddered against him, and his free hand pulled you closer to him. It only made you more eager, now pressed impossibly closer to his cock. He let out a shaky sigh, and you felt him begin to lightly move against you.

His fingers slipped beneath your undergarments, and made contact with the heat and wetness waiting for him there. He moaned right into your ear.

“You are sodden, darling.” He essentially praised, the pet name only making it worse for you. He only ever called you that when you were in private, and so you mostly associated it with such moments. “Is that from you seeing me at dinner, or from this morning, even?” He purred, kissing your jaw and moving back to kissing your neck.

You gasped softly as his fingers began to touch you, spreading the wetness they found around your center.

“We shall not be intimate against the doors,” He began again, reprising your earlier discussion. “But, I can make certain you are ready for me here. Is that agreeable to you?”

You nodded dumbly, your forehead pressed to the wood. Everything felt far too warm, your insides molten, and you wanted nothing more than to see him naked again and to touch him. Anything he could give you right now, you ached for. His fingers, his cock, or, Norns, his mouth.

“What has you so excited, darling?” His words were soft, intimately pressed against your skin. “I felt you tighten around my fingers, my sweet minx. Tell me what you want.”

“I was thinking about… about,” You moaned, feeling a second one of his fingers slip into your entrance. “About your mouth.”

You could nearly taste his smirk in his words.

“My mouth? Where?” He played coy, lightly biting at your shoulder.

“You know,” You growled softly, not interested in playing his games.

“No, I’m afraid I do not.” The smug bastard.

“At my cunt.” You said, your patience lost, and he rewarded you with a curl of his fingers.

“Is that what you want, my darling? My mouth at your cunt? You would allow me a taste of that honey?”

“Stop teasing me…” You pleaded softly, gasping as his fingers sped up.

“Say my name.” Was his reply, a plead of his own, and you realized he’d been lightly moving against your back this entire time, his movements growing more insistent.

“Husband…” You whispered up to the ceiling, your turn to play coy.

His fingers stopped their movement in reply, as he clicked his tongue lightly in frustration.

“Do not play with me now, dearest. Not when you are being such a wanton, sodden minx, desperate for her husband.”

“I rather think you are desperate for me, husband.” You retorted breathily.

His free hand moved up, pinching at one of your nipples through your dress.

“You little hellion…” He sounded impressed, if not even more aroused. He liked your bite, you knew that. “You will not get my mouth now, you know… and I was feeling so very generous just a few moments ago, too. A true shame.” He tutted softly. You knew he was playing, something you both did a lot of in such moments. He would give you what you wanted at some point tonight, you were sure. He always gave you what you asked of him.

“What will I get, then?” You were feeling emboldened now, wanting to push him a bit further.

You whined lightly as he removed his fingers from inside you, and he answered with a light chuckle.

“Do not try to keep me inside, darling. I can feel you tightening.” He purred smugly against your shoulder, now squeezing your breast with his free hand.

“What will I get?” You repeated.

“Do not get insolent, darling. You know how much I love it.”

“Loki…” You moved one of your hands behind you, and between your two bodies, wanting to palm at his hard cock, perhaps even give it a teasing squeeze or two.

He let you (naturally) and groaned with pleasure when you did as you’d wanted, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“You will end me.” He warned lightly.

“Stop me, then.” You challenged.

“Are you asking to be restrained, darling?”

“I think you should be, in truth.”

“I would not say no to that… however, whose fingers would pleasure you then?” He teased, panting as you squeezed his cock lightly through his leathers.

“My own, maybe.”

He groaned.

“You would not be cruel enough to deny me of that sight, would you?”

“A question for another time.” You replied, turning around in his arms and pushing him lightly backwards, towards his large bed. He went all too willingly, his clothes dissipating with an easy snap of his fingers, as he moved to lie back on his bed.

“Impatient, then?” He teased, eagerly watching you as you mounted him.

“Your games can get quite tedious, husband.”

“Hm… much like your clothes in this moment, wife. You have far too many of them, for one.” He decreed, his hands tugging on your hips hungrily so that you’d grind against his cock.

“Take them off, then.” You panted, placing a hand on his bare chest for stability.

He grunted, looking at the cut of your dress intently and the way your breasts heaved against it.

“Usually, and you know this, darling, I would love to slowly unlace this delicate dress. But I find myself far too impatient to feel your sweet cunt again.” He rasped, snapping his fingers again and leaving you just as naked as him.

You stared at one another for a moment, before your eyes dragged down and towards his bare chest and all the muscles there. He was truly an irresistible work of art. Loki’s eyes, however, had landed on your breasts far too happily. You eventually, after settling your own hand onto his abdominals for a feel of them (a right you were very much afforded), lifted your hips slightly, intending to finally feel him inside of you again. He raised a brow at the movement, and smirked from his place beneath you.

“As much as I would love to have you ride me, darling, I think not.” He said, suddenly flipping you over and leaving you in his previous spot. Before proceeding, however, he made sure you were comfortable, with a pillow beneath your head. On his way back to leaning over you, Loki got distracted and ended up lavishing your breasts with some light kisses and bites, one of his favourite things to do to you.

You huffed, truly impatient for, frankly, his cock, and you wrapped your legs around him, your ankles crossed and pressing against his (wonderful) behind. He chuckled in reply, placing a hand by your head and propping himself up like that.

“Very well, my impatient temptress.” He purred, taking himself in hand and moaning softly as he stroked himself briefly.

You tried very hard not to look, but could not help it in the end, his sounds too tempting (likely on purpose). Your eyes found his cock, and the way he pleasured himself. He, like you’d felt it earlier, was hard and desperate to have you, precum beading at his reddened tip. His eyes, on your entrance, shut closed as he groaned at the sight of you clenching at the sight of him. Your legs tightened again, pulling him closer, and he chuckled hoarsely, leaning over you fully, his body keeping you in place.

“Impatience is not a feeling princesses should make known, darling.” He chastised teasingly.

“Just fuck me, Loki…” You groaned, your eyes locked on his cock so close to your entrance, while his eyes were solely on your warmed face.

“Impertinent, too.” He mused, leaning down to mouth hungrily at your cheek as he finally entered you.

You both moaned at the feeling, one of your hands coming up to hold onto one of his broad shoulders.

"When did you become so impatient, hm?" He mumbled against your cheek, not moving just yet. 

"Perhaps when you chose to tease me so incessantly." You rebuffed breathlessly. 

He chuckled darkly. 

"Incessantly? That was not incessant, dearest. I will show you what that is like some day, if you remain this deliciously daring with me." 

"Now," He leaned back after pressing a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue briefly meeting yours. He sat back on his heels, his hands grabbing ahold of your legs and letting the backs of your knees rest in the crooks of his elbows. "We shall both get what we want, hm?" He murmured, watching you as he began to thrust. It was teasing, and annoyingly slow, but he held you still, smirk on his face. 

You huffed unhappily, shuffling around slightly, to which Loki replied with a smirk. 

"What is it, darling? I'm fucking you, no?" He cooed.

"Stop it, please... husband." You pleaded, reaching for his hand. He seemed to melt at that, letting go of the leg he'd been holding and lacing your fingers together as he leaned back down closer to you. 

"I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't help but want to hear you beg, just a little." He whispered, kissing you slowly. He began to move properly, then. 

You gasped, and his hand squeezed yours, Loki's eyes fixed on you and your expressions. He moved his other hand down between your bodies, to your clitoris. His first touch there had you mewling out his name, squeezing his hand, too. 

"Does that feel good, my darling?" He panted, which was followed by a wanton groan as you squeezed around him. 

"More..." You pleaded, pulling on his hand and bringing him down for a kiss which quickly turned hungry.

“Do you want my seed?” He gasped against your lips.

You nodded, kissing him again. Every time always led to this this. It started off teasing enough, but by this point, you both always got more serious, more intense. It all became more intimate, and it nearly felt like making love.

“Beg for it.” He pleaded, and you shook your head, grinning as another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He chuckled hungrily and the movement of his thumb at your clitoris picked up speed, making you pause and tilt your head up.

“Loki…” You began, his name sounding incredibly salacious from your mouth.

He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yes, darling…” He encouraged softly, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Loki…” You moaned again, higher in pitch this time.

“I know, dearest… I know…” He mumbled, kissing your brow.

“Loki…!” You gasped, your back arching and your chest pressing up against his. His hand squeezed yours tightly, and he was moaning now, too, feeling you squeezing around him.

As you caught your breath, you kept him close, wrapping your legs around him again. He was almost completely laying over you now, just barely holding himself up with his free hand now that he’d helped you reach your peak with it.

“Please come…” You whispered softly against his cheekbone, knowing your whispers would only bring him closer.

The moan he let out in response was nearly pained, his eyes wild as they met yours. Almost as if he was still seeking permission. You nodded and cupped his face with your free hand.

“I want you to come inside of me, my love.” You murmured in the warmth of his bedchambers, and you knew you’d done it. It almost seemed like the pet name sent him over the edge. He moaned and his thrusts briefly went on before stopping, deep inside of you. The sounds he proceeded to let out only made you squeeze around him again, which only made him let out more. He nearly crushed you, his forehead against your shoulder.

“Norns, I love you…” He said in a daze, and the world went still.

You both seemed to freeze at the same time, and although you remained frozen, he seemed to find it best to move on and act like nothing had happened, because after a minute or so of silence (maybe of him hoping the words had been too quiet), he simply brought your joined hands to his lips and kissed at your hand. Something he always did.

“Loki…” You began, watching him. For once, he wasn’t looking at you. You could feel your heart stuttering, beating so very fast and hard against your ribcage. Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hear him say those words again and again. Against every inch of your body. You did not wish to have him feeling shame for something that had made you feel so wonderful. Something that you’d been experiencing for yourself, yet also hiding from, too.

“My love…” You said this time, trying again.

He looked up, surprised. His cheeks were pink, likely both from the exertion, but also from the confession.

You offered him a small smile, testing the waters.

“I heard you.” You confessed, and he seemed to recoil within himself. He was quick to pull himself out of you and to stand, reaching for his robe.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching him as he came over (with the robe around him now) and helped you under the furs on his bed, making sure you were warm. Even now.

“I must go.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “Lest I make a bigger fool of myself.”

“These are your chambers, husband. Stay. Please. You’ve not made yourself a fool.”

“Haven’t I? I’ve just… I’ve just spoken the words of a weak man.”

“To love is not to be weak. And you did not even hear my response.” You insisted, reaching out to grab a hold of his forearm before he could pull away. “Stay. Come to bed.”

“Why?” He asked weakly, swallowing.

“Because this is your bed.” You pointed out with a small smile. “But also, because I want you here. To fall asleep next to you, in each other’s arms.”

“Why would you want that?” His voice was small, inquisitive.

“I know you to be cleverer than this, my love.” You murmured, sitting up so you could kiss his own knuckles.

“Say it, then. So I am sure.” He pleaded, watching you as if in a trance.

“Because I love you, too.” You said earnestly, placing another kiss to his knuckles.

Slowly, very slowly, Loki seemed to take your words in. Then, he blinked, and slowly untied his robe and got back into bed, as if scared he’d spook you. You happily cuddled up into his side, tangling your legs with his as you both sat up against the headboard.

“I’ve never known you to be this quiet.” You murmured after a while, your hand resting on his chest. His own was around your shoulders, holding you to him.

“I… find myself in unexpected territory.” He confessed, and when you looked up to see his face, you found him already looking at you.

“Unexpected? But you’re so handsome.” An attempt at a soft-hearted tease. At least it finally got a smirk out of him.

“You always manage to surprise me, it seems. I’ve met my match.”

You hummed, both of you meeting halfway for a kiss.

“It was high time for you to get humbled, I think.”

“Mm. We shall speak on this more tomorrow.” He decreed. “I’m too tired for something so important now.” He looked to you to see if you were in agreement, his eyes incredibly soft.

You nodded, and he gave you a kiss to the head in reply.

“It’s a shame, though. That you’re too tired.” You said, turning over briefly to blow out the candle on the nightstand on your side of the bed. He raised in brow in reply. “We usually do not stop after only one attempt.”

He pulled you close again, kissing your temple and then tilting your head so as to kiss your jaw.

She opened her eyes slowly, vision coming in focus right onto her spouse. Naturally, and unsurprisingly, Loki was already awake and looking at her. It was like this practically every day. He did not sleep much, and was often kept up due to night terrors, and so it was not rare to have him wake up a little past dawn, after which he remained in or near the bed, reading. Sometimes she’d have the misfortune of having him gone and training with Thor, at which point she found her mood soured. She loved it best when he remained in bed with her, bringing her slowly into the waking world with his arms around her.

“Are you plotting against me?” She murmured, voice cracking due to being scarcely used during the hours she slept.

He chuckled, his own voice remaining delectably roughened from his own neglect of it.

“Nonsense, my darling. Plotting against your nightgown, perhaps. I wish it gone.” He purred, already moving to press himself against her, and her against him, his face against her neck.

“What has it done to you? You seemed quite fond of it when I wore it to this bed just last night.”

“Mm. I was pleased by it last night because it disclosed more of your form than your day dress had. And yet now, when I’ve but nudity to compare it to, this nightdress hides far too much from my eyes.”

“You are a deviant, my love.” She accused him right as he bit her neck, laving it with a lick afterwards.

“I am no such thing, my heart. I am but a humble artist who must see his beloved muse in order to best paint her.”

She pulled back from him and raised a brow, observing his devilish grin with suspicion.

“Paint her with which materials?”

“It is best I do not say…” He whispered, winking at her.

“A deviant.” She insisted with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Is it truly so appalling that a husband might wish to spend all the time he can with his beloved before he is called off to join in the hunt?” He frowned, making a show of it.

“You like this hunt, darling. You will return in but a few days, and you shall come back feeling proud for having brought back food for your people to celebrate Yule with.”

“I suppose that is true. However, I do currently wish my prey was someone already within this bed who seems to be wearing an incredibly tempting nightgown, indeed.”

“If you want me to admit that I will miss you whilst you are gone, my love, I shall simply say it. No need for the dramatics.” She sighed fondly and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I shall miss you dearly.” She murmured against his cheekbone, placing another kiss there.

He groaned lowly as she placed her kisses, one of his hands subtly moving down her back to casually cup her backside.

“My temptress, how you play with me… release me from your torment, I beg of you. Let me have a taste of you before I am to be parted from your sweetness.”

“You are relentless…” Still, she grinned as she spoke.

“A release or two will surely keep me inspired throughout the hunt. It shall only mean more elk to come back to you with.”

She hummed, sliding her leg out from between his and now over them, moving to straddle him with the help of his hands moving to her hips.

“Well, if it is for the good of the realm-”

“Oh, absolutely, my darling.” He purred, happily settling himself further into his pillows and looking up at her with nothing but pure elation. “But the realm’s thanks will in no way reach the volume of the sounds about to be echoed throughout our chambers.” He smirked smugly, placing a free hand behind his head.

Loki was one of the most incorrigible people to have ever lived. If he set his mind to something, he would obtain it or manipulate the circumstances so it is given to him. And now, as he laid comfortably beneath her, they both knew he would get what he wanted (and neither one of them truly minded). After all, they would both miss one another for the few days he would be out hunting with Thor and the Warrior’s Three.

For someone who claimed to do much better on their own, Loki had seemingly become quite attached to his beloved in the time of their betrothal and now marriage. He told himself that he could do just as well on his own, but preferred to have her close. Just in case. If he had the option to more comforts, who was he to deny them? He was a prince, after all. Luxury was like a second skin to him, especially if the rumours sparked by certain people who were less fond of him were to be believed.

“Darling, will you just be sitting there, or will you come here and kiss your weary husband?” He sighed melodramatically, shuffling enticingly in the hopes of convincing her to lean down and kiss him (and perhaps even caress him).

He’d always been quite vain when it came to his looks, in any form, but to be perfectly fair, he was indeed a fine specimen. He found no issue with not being humble when it came to his appearance. He had always taken it seriously, and it had earned him the beautiful nymph currently in his bed, so he felt he’d done right by himself in that regard.

“How are you already weary, my heart? You have not left for the hunt. You are meant to be weary upon your return.” She reminded him with fond amusement, leaning down over him nonetheless in order to nibble at his neck (and yes, caress his chest a small amount). She let out an approving sound at the smell of him as she lavished his neck with attention. She’d always been fond of it, in truth. A heady mixture of aromas that were as delightful on their own as they were together, constantly melding and shifting (much like his entire being). Most commonly, a soft hint of a sweet spice, something akin to cinnamon, the scent of pine as well the scent of mint, all gently overshadowed by the scent of leather that seemed to cling to him consistently.

“My sweet hellion, I can feel you becoming eager. Take your fill of me, I beg of you.” Loki purred against her temple, not daring to interrupt her, simply wrapping an arm around her to keep her close.

“Do not ignore my questions, husband…” She purred back, biting on his ear lobe slightly, just enough to sting. It did nothing but cause his member to twitch against her warm thighs.

“Oh, yes… I love it when you speak like this to me, my goddess.” He panted, closing his eyes in pure bliss.

Her hand moved subtly between their bodies, and down to grasp his hardened member.

“Answer me, my love. Or are you not feeling particularly talkative anymore?” She murmured, giving his member a soft, teasing stroke to start. She received a moan in response.

“Oh, Norns, yes, my love… I am weary because I spent all night chasing you in my dreams.” He offered a lazy lie with a charming smile. She was unsure if he was wanting to get away with it, or if he was purposefully seeking out a punishment.

“Mm, is that so? And why was I so elusive in your dreams?” She whispered, granting him another stroke or two, firmer this time, letting him get some reprieve.

“Oh, my love… because my mind so loves picturing you running ahead of me. Like a beautiful siren, fabric trailing after you and tantalizing me so that I might grab onto it, and you, your backside ever so plush, your thighs hiding still the sweetness of your warmth between them. I ran through every realm to reach you, my heart. And so, yes… I find myself weary.” He sighed sadly, closing both eyes briefly, and then cheekily opening one to check if she’d react with pity.

“My, you must be eager to finally have your wife, then…”

“Oh, yes, eager indeed, my heart. You have me in hand as it is. Tell me, what do you make of me?”

“Hard… thick… eager.” She whispered, their eyes locked as he panted harder with her every word.

“You tease me incessantly, temptress.” He accused her, moving his hand from behind his head so as to cup one of her breasts, a small groan of relief escaping him as he did. “These breasts… Valhalla…”

She huffed (though her eyes spoke of fondness nonetheless) as she pulled down her nightdress, revealing her breasts to his gaze. His answer was to pull her down further over him, mouth seeking out her breasts with unabashed hunger. He moaned freely against them as she continued to pleasure him with her hand.

“They have somehow gotten even sweeter, even more plush, now that you hold our sweet miracle within you, my darling.” He whispered, kissing her left breast with affection.

She shushed him gently in response.

“It is still early, my love. No one must know of it just yet.”

“My love, I hate to remind you and break the illusion of everyone in this palace hearing our impending cries of pleasure, but these walls our enchanted. Within them, we can speak freely of this gift you carry.” He placed a gentle hand to her stomach.

“Nonetheless, we must remember not to bring it up around your family. Thor will surely be so thrilled that he will announce the news from every window.”

Loki chuckled.

“The oaf is certainly our biggest potential adversary in this. However, mother most definitely already knows, and she shall not say a word until we speak of it to her.” He soothed her surprise with a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“I certainly trust her with it more than I trust your brother, my love.”

“I think that is a stance everyone agrees with, my love. On nearly every single possible topic of conversation. Now… kindly get back to ravishing me, my sweet. I must at least make an attempt at getting my fill of you so that I am sated for the next few days.”

The outside air was refreshing, snowflakes settling gently onto everyone’s cloaks. The Warrior’s Three and Thor were jesting a few feet away, all of them ready to depart, their horses just as eager for the upcoming adventure.

“You do look quite fetching in my cloak, darling. The mere sight is enough to reawaken my appetites.” Loki murmured, gently holding her cheek in his palm. He was dressed in his (near) full leathered regalia, another one of his cloaks around his shoulders, its hood pulled down to reveal his hair. The sight of the white snowflakes falling onto his raven locks was quite ethereal, like something a princess traipsing through a winter landscape could be fawned over for.

“We have just spent the entire morning ravishing one another, my love.” She reminded him gently, the two speaking in hushed tones and clinging onto one another.

“Indeed, and yet I warned you that my appetites will never be fed when it comes to you.”

As Lady Sif mounted her horse, she sighed sadly and Loki caught the sound.

“I shall miss you.” She murmured, now turned morose.

Loki cooed softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek, and then her nose and temple.

“My darling… I shall miss you as well. You and our sweet darling.” He whispered those last words against her temple, kissing it once more. “Do take care of yourselves, yes? Do not overexert yourself, my love, do not even lift a finger, and eat plenty of whatever you find yourselves wanting for. Essentially, do as I would.” He looked down at her with a grin, hoping to comfort her one last time before they had to part ways.

“We will wait for your return.” She whispered in reply, the two sharing one last, lingering kiss, before Loki pulled away with hesitation, finally mounting his favoured steed with grace.

“I shall come back bearing gifts.” He announced with a grin as she moved over to gently caress the side of his mount.

“An elk is not a gift I believe I would greatly appreciate, my love.”

“An elk? No, no, my darling. I shall come back bearing myself.” He grinned down at her, placing a hand gently onto her covered head.

“Let us hope you are not naked for that, then.”

issei isn't super into or against pda,, he's happy if you're happy. most of the time it'll be an arm draped around your shoulder while you're sitting together or casual hand holding. he isn't opposed to a quick kiss either! :3

he isn't used to getting gifts. if you give him a gift his first thought (fear) is that he's forgotten some kind of anniversary. but you tell him it's just because you thought of him and he gets all flustered and can't keep eye contact 🙁 you catch him glancing at/playing with the gift for the rest of the day

^ him with a lot of stuff actually LOL he tries to hide how Not Chill he is it's so cute 😭 you ask him to hold something but your hand is empty and you just interlock fingers? he's like wow okay if you wanted me you could've just said so As if his ears aren't red hshsdbshs

denies crying over a sad movie as he takes the tissue box from you (refuses to look at you until he's wiped his tears) (looks at you with red eyes and sniffles and says It's not even that sad)

says he'll take a photo of you then takes a selfie LOL

^ you'll have to show him how to take good photos... or learn together... he promises he's a quick learner + he thinks you look good in all of them

takes your compliments/comments to heart. you say his hair looks nice grown out and he takes a few extra seconds messing with it in the mirror, pushing off a haircut for a little longer. you say his new jacket looks great and he's like yeah of course it does,, then reaches for it more often than planned at its original purchase.

i think timeskip mattsun would worry about sharing certain stories from work ;; like... would it upset you (more than him)? did you have a rough day and would he make it worse? he keeps it pretty vague until you ask him to share because you can tell it's been big on his mind

mattsun's not one to care about what side of the bed he sleeps on (it's just the one is closest to a charging port) until you're together. like if you pick a side yourself, it becomes a habit for him to slide into the other even times you aren't sharing a bed. it just doesn't feel right anymore bdhsjdbsj

you know those trends where you ask the other person/people to draw flowers or stars for your lockscreen. he just sends a shitty dick drawing LOL. but he ends up spending super long on decent flowers after i promise. scrunching his eyebrows, moving his finger really slow, picking good colours and everything... even pulls up references. yeagh

sees you online listening to sad music and texts "you up?" in hopes of distracting you. he gets away with coincidental timing the first couple of times, but you figure it out. not that this changes anything (other than maybe his text to "you wanna talk?") — mattsun continues as an offer / reassurance he's there if you'd like him to be

so supportive. SO SUPPORTIVE. you have a big project you're working on? he's checking on you and complimenting you with every day of work, even if he isn't knowledgeable on it himself. you get a promotion or offer you've always wanted? you have to celebrate—you deserve it!! you have a big game coming up? he's in the stands with your jersey on and he's brought his friends to cheer too

^ he isn't really one to Jump for Joy, but he'll be grinning so big, and always matches your energy. (you like hugs and kisses? you got them! you'd rather a solid high-five or verbal praise? that's good with him too! he just wants you to know he's happy and proud of you)

^ actually he might jump for joy. a little. not in a YAHOO! YIPPEE!! way but in a LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO way.

you ask to meet the seijoh team and he's like. begging the universe no one's gonna embarrass him. everyone's like No way someone wants to date our mattsun?! Are you sure?! and he's 😐

^ tries to act cool in front of you. gets called out like "lmfao what are you doing" "so obvious" "okay mr. tough guy?" "blocked a ball and thinks he's hot" WBDJSNSSJ

^ brightens when you tell him he Is very cool and you like watching him. shoots his team a look and says something about how they're all single LOL

doesn't post you a lot, but he doesn't really post in general so the ratio of you on his profile is great tbh. maybe for anniversaries or if he took a really good photo—keeps it minimal and won't write long paragraphs. adds a couple blurry or 0.5x pictures if you're okay with it

accidentally kicks you while he's napping and apologizes even though you swore he was deep asleep shdbsbns

lets you have the window seat. he doesn't actually care that much (since it's you) but he makes a scene of giving it up for you /silly /he's smiling

issei always does his first karaoke song with you if you're there. the first time it happens he doesn't even ask he just hands you the second mic and you're like wait what ??? LOL

gets scared if you say his full name. skips right over confusion and freezes like a deer in headlights even if he hasn't done anything

middle guy for autographs.. LMFAO 😭😭 like what do you mean you know oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime who then knows msby etc etc. you show up and say his name like :)) isseii?? :)) and he's like 🙄 Who's asking now. you know you know them too right. /lh

a/n: they're standing so cunty in that photo