? Dark Matter ? A Collection of Loki Stories

p e a c h e s*

Loki holds my hands, his palms hot but the tips of his fingers cold and numb like snow. "I don't always believe that. I don't. I just...I want you to be sure about choosing me. I don't want you to regret..." He can't find the will to finish the sentence.

"I choose you, Loki, just as you are. No disclaimers or forewarnings needed. I want you...as long as you want me too."

He presses our lips together. "I want you." They collide again and we slump down to the floor, his body hovering over mine. "I want you so badly that I..." His face lifts away from mine.

"That you what?" I ask.

"I've wanted you so badly...for so long...that I've never..." He takes a breath. "Whenever the opportunity came up to do this, I always turned it down. Because I've only wanted you. I've had this fantasy that you would be the first."

My thumb traces his bottom lip. "I've never been with anyone either."

I can feel his heartbeat quicken. "Will I hurt you?" he asks. "I've heard that the first time always hurts on the other end. I've heard rumors about tearing and blood and the last thing I want is to hurt you."

I shake my head and rub my fingers through his hair. "No. No. Those are all myths. It doesn't work like that. It shouldn't hurt the first time. But I'll tell you if something doesn't feel right, okay?" I kiss his cheek. "You said it yourself. Out of everyone in the realms, we know each other best. So let's just explore one another a little further." He nods in response, returning to the marks he made before along my neck.

His laugh vibrates my skin. "You smell like peaches."

I laugh too. "Shhh. I was wading in the smell all day." I reach for the hem of his tunic and guide it up and over his head.

"I love you," he whispers. "I...ohhh." He's cut off by a moan as I tend to his torso, my warm hands sliding down his smooth skin and my mouth making a pathway down the valley of his abdomen. I flip him over, straddling him and I feel his member grow beneath me, straining against his breeches. A quick undo of his belt and his fly makes him grow even harder, straining against his undergarments.

I fully undress him, moving down to his throbbing member, dripping with pre-cum, translucent and white. I run my tongue along his length, a moan ripped from his throat. His lips part for my name, which slips out so delicately but so clear, his eyes lidded as his head tilts back. We go like this more a few moments more before he stops me with his hands in my hair, our bodies fumbling as he moves over me.

His fingers find the fastenings of my garments. "May I?"

I smirk. "Mm. I wish you would." He practically rips off my clothing at my word, giving no heed as his lips ravage my body, discovering every inch of skin. My breath ebbs and flows and hitches when he touches parts that have never been touched by another. And my shoulders melt when he refinds familiar places, like the crook of my neck and the length of my thigh.

"Loki," I sigh. "Loki, I..." I'm cut off by a moan. I start to squirm beneath him.

"What is it? Are you alright?"

I grip onto his shoulders. "Loki, please take me. Take me, please. Now." The request comes from somewhere deep inside, somewhere instinctual and yearning. I hand him the proper protection and he prepares. He groans and he nods and his raven hair falls into his face as he steadies my hips, his tip meeting my pulsing entrance. The moonlight frames his locks in blue, a beam catching the crease of his cheek. I look back at him and I mumble in a pleasure-filled dazed, "You're beautiful."

"You're everything," he tells me, a caress to my cheek before pushing inside of me. The feeling is raw and a bit uncomfortable at first and then bright with pleasure as we make adjustments. "How does this feel?" he asks.

"Mmm. So good. You can start moving. Please start moving."

He obliges with a smile, slow to begin. He steadies himself against the floor, our bodies trying to find the same rhythm. We find it not before long. I admire the toned curl of his torso as he leans over me, picking up the pace. The movement becomes quicker as it fills with need, pounding over and over again, the feeling so full and complete and intoxicating.

"You feel so good," he cries. He grips the rug on either side of me. "Damn, you feel so good." I tug on his hair and a whimper leaves my mouth, my fingernails digging into him as I pull him as close as he can get, in as far as he can go.

"Loki!" I gasp. "I'm...I'm close."

He grits his teeth, "Mm. I know. I can feel you tightening. Cum for me. Cum, darling. You're alright. I've got you."

A couple pounds more builds up the heat in my chest, up and up and hotter and hotter until it seeps from between my legs, spurting out in quick jerks and a sparkling wave of euphoria. Loki is quick to follow, finishing and then pausing against me to kiss my lips. He pulls out and then lies beside me, pulling me against his chest as he whispers, "I love you. I know you have to go but I won't stop. I won't stop loving you, even while you're away."

I hold him tighter. "I like your plan to pretend. Let's pretend like I'm returning with the next moon. With the harvest festival and the lanterns and—"

"The yellow garment your mother always makes you wear," he states, fingers wrapping around mine.

I give a small laugh, "Yes. That awful yellow thing."

"I think you look rather charming in it."

"You're a liar but I love you."

We take the next few minutes to rest and to savor each other. We stare up at the glare of the glass ceiling and the stars beyond it, at the realms dancing and glimmering in the night, making us feel all at once so small here and yet like we're the only ones that exist. It's in these moments that I get my first vision of the future. I am old and I am gray and I am staring in the mirror with a smile. A man that is old and gray too sneaks up from behind and snakes his hands around my waist. And Loki kisses me, battle scars and wrinkles across our bodies. Loki kisses me and I know not where we are or how we ended up there.

Only that we are together.