irl w/loki ;

[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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[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.

[glaived]

I shall do you the favor of not listing them all.

[ But her grin is wicked all the same, fingers no longer becoming rushed but rather lingering, roughly tracing over the fabric, drawing the sensation out as best she could. Make him lose that fine control, and relish in it.

After all, there was a time where she never though that this had a chance of occurring - why not enjoy it when she had the chance? ]

[trickstering]

[His throat tightens and he pulls away from her mouth so he can catch that expression, eyes full of desire.]

How compassionate of you.

[For a moment his eyes flick from her face to her fingers, as if trying to figure out what was so much more important than just undoing the laces. He considers that it would be nice to pull her tunic off, but that would make her stop. For all that she was drawing it out, he still wanted it.

Instead, he moves his hand to her hip, pulling her towards him.]

[glaived]

[ His want for her does nothing but to spur her on, willingly going with his hands to press her hips against his. It requires abandoning her previous pursuit but worth it. ]

I have been known to be, yes.

[ As if she's reading his mind, however, her hands go to the hem of her tunic, pulling it off in one fluid motion and depositing it somewhere. Not that Sif knows where - but that was something to worry about later. ]

[trickstering]

[It didn't matter that he had seen her naked before, that was when he was in her body. It was an entirely different experience now, from this perspective, not to mention how close they were - half naked bodies touching.

Rather than replying to her, he kisses her where her neck meets her shoulder, biting the skin lightly. He lets his hand slide to the small of her back, feeling his way along her skin as if he could memorize the very feeling of her skin, memorize the curve of her spine as he touches it. It was sort of like magic, where you had to feel it at your fingertips before you understood it, have it close enough to cast without letting it go. It didn't seem that far off as a metaphor, really.]

[glaived]

[ A gasp, then, as she arches up into him. His fingers raise gooseflesh along her arms and her back, a shiver as she feels him trace her spine. She's almost surprised at the sudden care and attention to detail - almost, because she doesn't know what else she expected from him.

But her own hands are busy, running down the plains of his chest and committing everything to memory. It's one thing to see it herself than it is to see it belonging to her, and this is the much better option. While not as bulky as Thor, Loki is still strong and well muscled - like leather stretched tightly over a frame. To her, it is far more attractive than anything his brother could throw at her.

Eventually her hands reach the ties to his pants, and this time she'll not be satisfied until he has them off. ]