FILL: (my weakness i feel) 3/5jade_1459November 10 2012, 15:57:40 UTC
Reaching up, Loki captured her hand as it brought the sponge down his arm. His other hand reached back to cup the nape of her neck and bring her mouth down to his. The kiss was nearly chaste except for a damp hint of tongue - a quite showing of desire. Loki pressed himself back against the front of Sif's body - stretching a little under her touch as she laced the fingers of the hand he held with his own. Her other hand slid over his shoulder and pressed into his chest above his heart.
Tonight, he decided as he parted his lips. He would make his offer to her tonight. A package had arrived that morning from Vanaheimr with the ambassadors. A small gift, a token he'd commissioned some months past. Tonight seemed the right night to ask her to be his consort. Even if she did not wish to be acknowledged before the court as such, Loki would offer her the token and all the promises that went along with it.
Drawing back from the kiss, Loki continued to hold Sif close while his heart raced under her hand. His heart was the only response he could not control. The only part of him that would betray his nerves for the question and offer he now planned to make before they slept. He could only hope she mistook the rapid pace only for desire - a feeling that was mixed in with nerves with her wet body pressed against his back.
Smiling faintly he allowed himself to be pushed forward so she could run the sponge over his back. "Tell me how Heimdallr distracted your mother long enough for you to escape her hold," Loki encouraged.
“He asked mother what would make a suitable courting gift,” Sif answered with amusement.
Loki couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. Having grown up with Sif, Loki was aware of just how quickly her mother’s mind could turn to marriage and babies where her children were concerned. That Heimdallr would willingly put himself in such a position so that Sif could escape was hilariously disturbing. The Gatekeeper must have known that his half sister meant to return to the palace to meet a lover. And he must have figured out who his sister had taken to bed when she would disappear from his Sight each time.
Though, it did make Loki wonder what else Heimdallr knew.
Keeping their conversation light, Loki speculated what kind of courting gift would be acceptable for Heimdallr to give. His suggestions ranged from the common to the outrageous to the comical and each was spoken with the same mock seriousness. His silvered tongued and tone kept Sif laughing and giggling. And when they began to speculate just who Heimdallr meant to court - because Sif insisted that he would not dare make light of such a topic with their mother - Loki had turned in the tub to face his lover.
Taking the sponge from Sif's hand Loki knelt between her bent legs and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. The water was beginning to lose some of its heat - the spell he'd cast earlier beginning to fade. Sponge in hand, Loki returned her earlier ministrations. With delicate sweeps of his hand over her back and across her chest. Down her arms and against her palms.
They continued to ponder the identity of Heimdallr's secret love and just how he had met the woman. Some of Sif's suggestions were as wicked as his own. It delighted Loki to remember that this woman - for all her forthrightness and honesty - knew as much about trickery and mischief as he did, albeit in the context of war.
"So what was it you said to the Vanir ambassador to cause the ruffled feathers?" Sif asked as they were stepping out of the bath.
Wrapping the towel about his hips Loki considered how best to answer that question. The ambassador had asked after the token that had been delivered - wondering what Loki meant to use it for. "I insinuated that there were paths of magic and seiðr that the Vanir knew nothing about." Which was truth. There were such teachings of seiðr that most knew nothing about - the knowledge having fallen from memory or out of fashion. And there were paths of magic that most would faint to follow lest they be called evil for their practices.
Tonight, he decided as he parted his lips. He would make his offer to her tonight. A package had arrived that morning from Vanaheimr with the ambassadors. A small gift, a token he'd commissioned some months past. Tonight seemed the right night to ask her to be his consort. Even if she did not wish to be acknowledged before the court as such, Loki would offer her the token and all the promises that went along with it.
Drawing back from the kiss, Loki continued to hold Sif close while his heart raced under her hand. His heart was the only response he could not control. The only part of him that would betray his nerves for the question and offer he now planned to make before they slept. He could only hope she mistook the rapid pace only for desire - a feeling that was mixed in with nerves with her wet body pressed against his back.
Smiling faintly he allowed himself to be pushed forward so she could run the sponge over his back. "Tell me how Heimdallr distracted your mother long enough for you to escape her hold," Loki encouraged.
“He asked mother what would make a suitable courting gift,” Sif answered with amusement.
Loki couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. Having grown up with Sif, Loki was aware of just how quickly her mother’s mind could turn to marriage and babies where her children were concerned. That Heimdallr would willingly put himself in such a position so that Sif could escape was hilariously disturbing. The Gatekeeper must have known that his half sister meant to return to the palace to meet a lover. And he must have figured out who his sister had taken to bed when she would disappear from his Sight each time.
Though, it did make Loki wonder what else Heimdallr knew.
Keeping their conversation light, Loki speculated what kind of courting gift would be acceptable for Heimdallr to give. His suggestions ranged from the common to the outrageous to the comical and each was spoken with the same mock seriousness. His silvered tongued and tone kept Sif laughing and giggling. And when they began to speculate just who Heimdallr meant to court - because Sif insisted that he would not dare make light of such a topic with their mother - Loki had turned in the tub to face his lover.
Taking the sponge from Sif's hand Loki knelt between her bent legs and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. The water was beginning to lose some of its heat - the spell he'd cast earlier beginning to fade. Sponge in hand, Loki returned her earlier ministrations. With delicate sweeps of his hand over her back and across her chest. Down her arms and against her palms.
They continued to ponder the identity of Heimdallr's secret love and just how he had met the woman. Some of Sif's suggestions were as wicked as his own. It delighted Loki to remember that this woman - for all her forthrightness and honesty - knew as much about trickery and mischief as he did, albeit in the context of war.
"So what was it you said to the Vanir ambassador to cause the ruffled feathers?" Sif asked as they were stepping out of the bath.
Wrapping the towel about his hips Loki considered how best to answer that question. The ambassador had asked after the token that had been delivered - wondering what Loki meant to use it for. "I insinuated that there were paths of magic and seiðr that the Vanir knew nothing about." Which was truth. There were such teachings of seiðr that most knew nothing about - the knowledge having fallen from memory or out of fashion. And there were paths of magic that most would faint to follow lest they be called evil for their practices.
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