One finger would be enough. He could place it at my palm and I would throw myself into it, squirming under his touch, waiting desperately as his fingertip glides slowly up my arm and over my quivering belly, I would moan and sweat only from this one finger tip, and when he reaches my crotch and gently massages it, watching me while I beg to feel more of him, beg and beg for his mercy, and then he inserts it into my-
"What are you thinking about, (y/n)?", Loki asks and watches you, smirking.
"Oh", you say, interrupted in your thoughts. "Oh, um, nothing." You huddle deeper into the sofa to look like nothing is up.
"Mhm, you sure it's nothing?", he responds and leans over, crawling onto you, face centimeters apart from yours.
You stare into his glimmering green eyes and do not dare to open your mouth.
Smiling, Loki places one finger at your palm.