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[glaived]

[ OKAY SO THERE ARE TWO THREADS IN HERE TO CUT DOWN ON THE NUMBER OF POSTS I HAVE TO MAKE. SIF FINDING LOKI AS A YOUNG CHILD AND THEN LOKI'S SWITCH BACK TO ADULT MCBROODING KINGLY ODINSON. YOU'RE ALL WELCOME. ]

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[trickstering]

[At her hesitation, he hesitates as well, not just in the gesture, but also in the kiss. Strange, to remember how adamant he was in assuring her that he was sorry as a child, though he had not yet done it. It was a bizarre virus, because it didn't actually seem as though he'd been swapped for the younger version of himself (no, that would have changed things, wouldn't it?) but rather that he had just become younger mentally and physically, complete with reassurances that he couldn't imagine anything working out the way Sif was describing it.

Embarrassing, really.

But then she shifts and pulls him towards her and he goes willingly. Apparently she still wished for him in spite of it.

Perhaps he ought to apologize to her someday for it, if this was the way their relationship was going to go. Perhaps....

Gods this felt nice, even though she was doing the leading and he the following. It was nice that she wanted to kiss him, and amazing that it had taken the two of them so long to get around to this.

Finally, reluctantly, after letting her continue like this for a little while, he pulls away from her. Words. They need to use words. About this, about the virus. That's important. Even though what he really wants is for them to go back to making out.]

I should thank you, for all that you did for me during these last few days.

[gods it's going to be that much worse when she goes and betrays him because she took care of him [feelings] ]

[glaived]

[ Reluctantly, she lets him pull away from her though she wants nothing more to pull him back to her and follow this to its logical conclusion. Though Sif knows that will only needlessly complicate things - there is no logical reason why she should be so willing to do this to herself. But it's Loki, and she's held some sort of attraction to him for so long that she might as well indulge it.

But he's speaking and that deserves a response. ]

I could not abandon my king to flounder. But you are welcome, for what it is worth.

[ Y E P. ]

[trickstering]

[he actually laughs at that.]

If you say so.

[glaived]

[ grinning, because she knows he can tell what she isn't saying in it. ]

Oh, I do.

[trickstering]

[he can't help but smile at that. but then after a moment there is a very important question that needs to be asked]

Why am I not wearing a shirt?

[glaived]

I normally sleep naked. It seemed like a good compromise.

[ a shrug. ]

[trickstering]

Really.

[glaived]

Yes.

[trickstering]

I see.

[glaived]

Would you have preferred I slept naked in your body?

[trickstering]

[it makes this throat tight and he can't believe she's making him feel this way with so simple a statement.]

N-no.

[glaived]

[ victory. and anyway if things go as planned he'll see her naked soon enough, so what does it matter? ]

I had thought so.

[ and then she grins. ]

You'd have found out about it soon enough regardless. My sleeping habits, that is.

[ oh look, an open invitation. ]

[trickstering]

Really?

[glaived]

No, I simply intend to content myself with kissing you.

[trickstering]

Do go on.

[glaived]

[ well, if he insists. ]

And I certainly have no plans to welcome you to my bed tonight, if you wished it.

[trickstering]

Of course not.

[glaived]

[ well she's just going to grab his shoulders and flop back on his bed, pulling him down with her.

oh what was that Loki, did you have things to do today? ]

Nothing of the sort.

[trickstering]

[oh

okay]

Apparently because you have those plans for now rather than later.

[Though even as he says it, he slips his hand under her tunic.]

[glaived]

I would never dream of interfering with the King's pressing business.

[ oh well that's perfectly okay with her, so she's just going to kiss him again. ]

[trickstering]

[It sort of hinders his ability to come back with a clever retort, but considering that's pretty damn encouraging, he'll just figure out what else she wants of him.

Deliberately, he slides his hand from her waist up to where her breasts should be, but his fingers find binding instead of skin. He nips at her lip, as if chiding her - after having been in her body he knows what this feels like, why would she want to sleep thus? - but it only takes a turn of his hand and the cloth starts to slowly unwind.]

[glaived]

[ Sif laughs into his mouth at the warning before running her tongue across his teeth. She hadn't planned to fall asleep next to the younger version of him.

Ah, the joys of magic, and she arches slightly into his touch. Her own hands are busy running down his chest - he's leaner than most of the warriors of Asgard, but still well muscled. A lean strength, and far more attractive than unnecessary bulk. ]

[trickstering]

[Both feelings - the laughter and her tongue - are welcome, though unexpectedly so. Not that he expected her touch to be unwelcome, but that they are different. Different in a good way. Her hands exploring his chest are not that bad either.

He has to pull his hand from under her tunic to toss the cloth away, but he quickly picks up were he left off, finding her breast easily this time.]

Better.

[He practically says it into her mouth, finding only a brief moment in which to articulate his thoughts on the matter before slipping his tongue into her mouth. He couldn't let her lead every aspect of this, could he?]

[glaived]

[ His hands are cool on her skin - though she considers that might be the fact that she feels as if she is burning at his touch. Arching further up into him, her mouth opens in a gasp - opening up for him.

She'll let him lead in kissing, while her hands are busy running around the edge of the sleep pants she'd decided to wear when she was in his body. How fair would it be to rid him of them while she was mostly clothed? Not at all, really, which is why Sif moved her attention to undoing the ties on them. ]

So demanding.

[ Though this is mostly said into his mouth. ]

[trickstering]

[At the opportunity, her deepens the kiss, using his tongue and his teeth to pull the same sorts of reactions from her. It drives him on to know that he can.

But there's a give and take, and it's obvious, for when she pulls on the ties of his pants, his hand tightens around her breast, though not so much that it would hurt. An indication of his want, of his desire for her.]

One of my many faults.