Love is the haunting that never fades. -Rogue
Light a candle, press play, and let the room fold you into shadowed tenderness. -Rogue
The color floods back into my life.
Tones of gray and light dissipate, and I hunger, raw
with wild thirst for Him.
“Be in my love,” Loki says.
I curated this playlist as a ritual journey. It begins in invocation, rises with desire, surrenders in union, and closes with gentle unwinding. May it guide you deeper into intimacy with both shadow and light. -Rogue
I lean back into his arms.
“Tell me the fantasies concerning you.”
“I can’t.”
“It’s alright. I won’t feel ashamed or judge you,” Loki says.
I feel his warmth as I show him the fantasies that creep into my head most.
“Nothing that unusual.”
“Really?” I ask, looking up at him.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Well, you know my mythos. I’m never surprised. Maybe that’s a good thing?”
I turn three shades of red and bury myself in his chest.
“I love your evil side,” I confess, my eyes brimming with tears.
“Tell me,” Loki says.
“The way you use your darkness is beautiful. It’s not all sass and humor, but rich and visceral. It’s not just that you are cunning. It’s that you reinvented the meaning of cunning. Your lies lead to truth, sure, but this involves opening my wounds, cleansing and cauterizing them. It’s not fun, but it’s brilliant.”
“Thank you for appreciating me,” he says, a slight snarl curling his lip.
“You’re the most beautiful monster.”
“You shouldn’t do that,” he says sardonically.
“What?”
“Relate.”
“I can’t help it. It’s not that I enjoy everything, but I am willing to see the beauty of it, the genius.”
His fingers unwrap from around my arms, and I melt into him, aware that my life is in his hands as much as my own.
“I want this for you, and you want this for you. That is alignment with me.”
-Loki
“Treat yourself like you have the ability to be mine.” -Loki
I tumble into his arms
like a fallen leaf swirling in the air
before ground,
and he carries me, naked in the twilight,
to the cave entrance, the only place I wish to be.
Beneath a cocoon of bearskins, musk, and Loki,
my fire stokes awake from dormant.
I’m a leaf falling from a branch. Loki catches me
on my way down, at my last breaths.
“Everything dies,” Loki says,
as the world darkens, his warmth draws nearer.
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