“Nature creates and takes away,” I say wistfully to Loki, watching leaves fall gently from the trees.
“No, dear love. Nature simply is and holds no perceptional motive.” His chin rests on the top of my head.
“A process.”
“Yes.”
“I am a process.”
“How does that feel?” he asks.
“Better.”
“Do you think I’m pretty without makeup on? What do you prefer?”
“I think you are beautiful, and your self-expression is beautiful. Wear makeup. Wear nothing.
Whatever you like, darling.”
“Do you like when I wear makeup? What do you prefer?” Loki asks.
“I fucking love it. It’s somehow natural when you do.”
“Because I’m not trying. I’m reacting to myself.”
“I want you to take my rose and tear the petals into pieces over your bed,” Loki instructs.
The rose I had offered him is given back. I do as he says.
“Now sleep in it.”
“Don’t change the subject. I asked you to allow me to woo you.”
“I have no idea what that means, Loki.”
“Afraid of surprises?” he teases.
“Yeah. Not only are you a god, you are a giant. That’s the epitome of intimidating.”
“I didn’t ask to be intimidating to you. I asked to woo you,” he says.
“If you do that, then I don’t know how I’ll react.”
“You fear you’ll never be free of me. Or that you’ll lose yourself in hopeless love for me, the kind that you can’t put down.”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to be tied down.”
“Then I’m the least of your worries, darling. I won’t tie you down. I’ll set you free. Continuously.”
Danger tinges his words.
“We never seem to finish what we’ve started,” Loki says while pinning me playfully.
A long, wet lick up the side of my face.
I tremble with delight and terror.
“Oh, dear God, you know.” I realize.
“I do know.”
“I’m so screwed.”
“Yes,” Loki agrees.
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.
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