"You have come to the wrong person if you expect to be talked out of anything," Loki laughs. That might not be a fair assessment of herself; she certainly spent a lot of her youth trying to talk Thor out of some of his more reckless shenanigans, and she's not beyond offering reasonable advice to those who will listen, but when it comes to matters of love and mischief, she's more likely to encourage than otherwise.
Case in point, her willingness to be talked into semi-public lovemaking with minimal provocation.
Still, she lets him put her down and links hands again without complaint, humming happily. There's a moment where she swings their clasped hands idly as they go, like a child walking with a playmate, but when the path narrows and they need to walk single-file, she takes the lead easily. It's a little steep, but the rocks are well integrated into the dirt; there is no danger of even a being Megatron's weight dislodging or slipping upon them. As for Loki, she moves up the path with a light, almost silent step.
"I used to walk the mountains in Asgard like this," she says. "Especially in the early winter when the snow was still shallow enough to walk through. I used to know every path through the rocks, even the ones too small for anything bigger than a serpent."
"You know, I think I was a little undersexed when I was younger. I wasn't celibate by any means, but I was choosy about my lovers and I spent more time in study than anything else. But I do understand what you mean. After my exile from Asgard, I didn't let another person near me sexually for a few years. Not until Sakaar, and that was...an unusual set of circumstances, even for me."
"It was sort of a garbage-fire of a planet, Sakaar," she explains, with a blend of wry fondness and embarrassment. "And I was determined to work my way into the upper echelons of society there, which meant attending a great many parties, most of which devolved into orgies."
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Case in point, her willingness to be talked into semi-public lovemaking with minimal provocation.
Still, she lets him put her down and links hands again without complaint, humming happily. There's a moment where she swings their clasped hands idly as they go, like a child walking with a playmate, but when the path narrows and they need to walk single-file, she takes the lead easily. It's a little steep, but the rocks are well integrated into the dirt; there is no danger of even a being Megatron's weight dislodging or slipping upon them. As for Loki, she moves up the path with a light, almost silent step.
"I used to walk the mountains in Asgard like this," she says. "Especially in the early winter when the snow was still shallow enough to walk through. I used to know every path through the rocks, even the ones too small for anything bigger than a serpent."
"You know, I think I was a little undersexed when I was younger. I wasn't celibate by any means, but I was choosy about my lovers and I spent more time in study than anything else. But I do understand what you mean. After my exile from Asgard, I didn't let another person near me sexually for a few years. Not until Sakaar, and that was...an unusual set of circumstances, even for me."
"It was sort of a garbage-fire of a planet, Sakaar," she explains, with a blend of wry fondness and embarrassment. "And I was determined to work my way into the upper echelons of society there, which meant attending a great many parties, most of which devolved into orgies."