Tattoo and Character artist.Heathen and devote worshiper of Loki and Odin; DnD and roleplaying enthusiast, fan of my own ship, LokixEvan, dark twisted demented, lover of the nude body; also Moth collector.
Loki turned to see his beautiful goddess of a woman kissed by the filtered mid-morning light that rained from the window. Her bare, freckled shoulders gave way to soft breath, her face pale and framed by the golden shine that nearly rivaled the Sun’s. He threw his arm around her gently to rouse her, but she gave a groan as his nibbled gently to exposed skin. She turned, an emerald opening to his devious antics and she smiled. He flashed his teeth back to her for a mere moment before taking her lips into his and as time slowed, she fell prey to his touch.
It was the first time he saw her naked did it strike him she was more broken than she had ever let on.
Freckled shoulders, deep, old scars, and bruises, almost fresh; sub-permanent.
"What on earth happened to you?"
Evan had turned to face him. He had stopped in the door way of her bedroom, and for a brief moment, she turned red from embarrassment but didn’t dare turn away.
She smiled and shook her head.
"It’s nothing important." And he gave a harsh scoff.
"You shouldn’t have to worry about me…" Her voice caved, and she turned, seeing that her physical appearance bothered him enough to get frustrated at something that was none of his business.
"Evan…" Her name gave plea; he reached out to her, the warmth of her shoulder making him crave more of her.
"Loki…" Her golden hair fell to cloud her face and she reached for her shirt.
When she felt his fingers brush through her tresses, she could do nothing but accept the fact that he was willing to fight, to hurt someone that had hurt her, and put them in a state of fear. She leaned into his chest and cried there; that was all she could do as he told her this.He wrapped his arms around her as he silently plotted.
He would destroy any other person who dare lay a hand on her again, and with promise it would NEVER happen again.
It was one thing the two shared more than anything.
The indescribable desire to touch one another, live in the other’s embrace, or just to last a second longer, breaths hollow, hearts tearing from chests.
Loki was always so adventurous, and Evan had always given him the positive signals of when she was ready, but in the end, she had wished they could have lingered on that tiny death for eternity, and his content sighs were enough to tell her he would have been happy enough with that too.