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Or, if he was feeling playful - which he was, mind you - he would take his good time skirting around the matter, driving her up a wall before even considering giving her a break. Loki was often vicious in his games, and had a running mean streak that few could deny, least of all his wife. He had remembered a few times in the past where he had left her un-sated simply because the thought of her squirming in discomfort for the rest of the day had amused him. There had been times, too, when he had driven her mad with want, and fulfilled every need she had asked of him. One couldn't abuse their spouse if they didn't give at least a little in return. Loki was good at manipulation, simply put. He was good at being a bastard with a charming outer shell, and oftentimes mixed the two as if the effort meant nothing on his part.
He was a jackass, and it came naturally to him.
Today, however, he didn't feel like leaving Sigyn high and dry. It had been years - years upon years - since he had been with her last, and he fully intended to leave an impression on her that would last just as long.
"So what is it?" he finally stated, breath whispering across her collarbone, though that was all the movement she got out of him. He had ceased, stopped, every muscle taut with need but every insignificant cell in his body absolutely prepared to make her suffer, just a little bit; just so she wouldn't forget who and what he was. "You would rather eat than play catch-up with your dear husband?" The words were seething, a threat, because even though he knew she was harmless, and even though he knew she would never intend to hurt him, he still felt the need to test her, to harm her, and push her to the very limit of what she could take - beyond that, even, into new lands, new realms, until she had bawled her eyes out or felt the need to leave him, to run, to escape.