His eyes pierced into your forehead so you looked up at the God. You frowned, your finger caressing the paper ring, heart fluttering as he stepped closer, his chest inches away from you. He ran his hands over your bare arms, making you shiver. You bit your lip, suddenly embarrassingly aware that you only wore your white nightgown.

"What?" you asked flatly, in an attempt to lighten the sudden tension between you. He exhaled heavily, staring down his nose. A slight smile rested upon his lips and his cunning eyes met yours.

He lifted his one hand, his fingertips hovered over your collarbone, making you take a step back, but his free arm slid around your waist, pinning you to his body. Your cheeks coloured a shade of red and your breathing picked up.

"I haven't thanked you yet," he said in his velvety voice. Your knees weakened, but you didn't want him to notice. He was so close. Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears. His one hand slid passed your neck, holding the back of your head and fisting in your hair. You winced.

"I - you helped me," you said, looking at him through your eyelashes. He nodded, opened his mouth and licked his lips.

"That's only a favour of what you helped me with. You're going to help me becoming a king, Y/N." You huffed, then gasped as he yanked your face closer to his. His minty breath was intoxicating. Closing your eyes, you reveled in it.

"You kind of blackmailed me into making that happen," you whispered, the heat of his lips radiating on yours. You suddenly felt high. Eyes falling on those thin, smug lips you felt yourself being drawn closer. He was manipulating your thoughs, you reasoned, but it seemed to come from far away. You didn't care, or he didn't want you to care.

"Yeah," he half laughed. "But the final decision was yours to make. And you accepted. So let me thank you." He's going to kiss you, you realized. And you'd let it happen. His lips softly touched yours, for a moment just touching, before they started dancing in sync. You whimpered against his mouth, your arms - that once hung loosly next to your body - firmly gripped his lapels, pulling him closer.

His tongue tapped your bottom lip, and with a nudge of his mind you opened your mouth, letting his tongue dip in. He moaned, backing you up until your calves hit the bedframe. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly close, hunger to taste you. His other explored your curves and he hummed in approval, letting them dip lower, over your abdomen, the hem of your nightgown until they disappeared under the white material. A sense of panick washed over you, but was quickly pushed away.

His expert fingers ran over your inner thigh, making you shudder. Breathing heavily, he withdrew from you. His lustful gaze met yours. You licked your lips, aware and suddenly self-conscious that had been your first kiss. You probably did bad - that's why he stopped. Why did you suddenly feel anxious?

You felt your own mind take over again, felt his connection leave your head. Your lips tingled and you became aware that you had just kissed the God of Mischief.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and you looked up. The simple gesture made your eyes snap up at him, and you felt a wave of longing shoot through your, all the way to your -

"Turns out the Goddess of Love can kiss," he said, a smirk stretching over his features. His gaze turned dark again and with that, he forcefully pushed you down on the bed. With a huff, your butt landed on the soft mattress, legs dangling off the bed. "Let this be clear, my Queen, this will be the only time I will kneel for you."

Confused, you opened your mouth to speak, but were stunned when he sank to your knees - his fingers toying with the hem of your nightgown. Some of the anxiousness came back, mixed with excitment.

He pulled the silky material up to your waist, exposing you completely. Cheeks burning.

"Lay down," he ordered, voice firm. You looked down at him with pleading eyes, however, you didn't know what you were pleading for. Doubt set in. You let out a quavering breath, searching for words. You called his name. He ignored you. "Lay down, I won't repeat myself." A flood of heat washed through you and laid down, clamping your legs closed. Bracing yourself for about what was to come, you closed your eyes.

Oh God.

His cold touch gripped your ankles, yanking you more towards him, your legs now resting on both of his shoulders. Biting your lip, you exhaled hard through your nose. His large hands grasped your hips, making you shiver.

His cold breath teased your entrance, that was glinstening already. He smirked knowingly, purposly inhaling deeply to make you uncomfortable before granting you pleasure only he could bring upon you. You whimpered, your overthinking mind reaching out again.

"I've never been intimate with someone," you blurted out on a whiny tone. He stilled, hands caressing your belly, making tummy quiver.

"I'm honored," he teased, his grip tightening deliciously around you. Then he sensed your tense body. He sighed. "I know, darling. Just embrace it. I won't hurt," he promised. You nodded, reassured by his words.

You released a high-pitched whimper as his tongue delved between your folds without warning, licking your inner walls, tasting your juices. He moaned, the vibrations of the sound making you jerk at the new pleasure it evoked through your body.

The tip of his tongue circled your sensitive pearl, making your back arch. Your breathing picked up, you were panting as he continued toying with you. He had you moaning lewdly in no time, and you surprised yourself that you were capable of making such obscene sounds.

He enjoyed it thoroughly, making you lift your hips up only for him to teasinly pinning you down. He made you have no other choice but to accept his torment. But it was delicious. He had you bending in all angles, trying to get some sort of relief, the pleasure become so much - you felt yourself getting druk on it, never wanting it to stop.

It was addictiong.

No, he was addicting.

You had no time to think about whether that was your though or one that he fed you. Your toes curled as the pleasure intensified. His tongue was doing wonderful things to your body, beding it to his will. Your hands fisted into the blankets, moaning lewdly, your face contorting from the pleasure he was forcing upon you.

He was edging you. Stopping just before you would reach a high that you desperately needed to feel and continuing as it faded, rebuilding the high. You released a whimper, legs jerking.

"Loki," you moaned, bringing a hand to his hair and tangling in his raven locks. You begged him not to stop as the pressure between you legs became almost unbearable.

He seemed to give into your pleas, not slowing down. His tongue lapped up your juices dripping from your needy, clenching core.

As if snapped in half, you reached your high, pleasure spiking.

Moaning and whimpering he dragged his tongue across your slit, returing to licking your clit. He plungled two fingers into your core, sending you over the edge a second time, reaching your second high. You screamed, legs jerking and back arching, paning heavily by the time he withdrew his long fingers.

You laid completely spend on the bed, legs dangling off of it as Loki slowly rose to his feet, disappearing into his bathroom and only seconds later came back with a damp cloth.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, helping you get fully in before dragging the cloth between you legs, cleaning you. The gesture was so gentle and loving you blushed in the dark room. Your mind clouded with confusion. This whole experience with the God made you drop all prejudices about the God. A warm feeling set in your chest. You used to see him an an annoying acquaintance. Now, you were not so sure anymore.

You were about to marry this man and you had no clue about who he really was. Your whole childhood you spend bickering with him. You didn't know each other. You only knew how to get under each other's skin.

Loki put the cloth away and let himself fall in his bed, pulling the blankets over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Rest, we have a lot to do tomorrow," he said, smoothing out your hair. You didn't have the energy and soon your eyes drifted closed.