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truly_desperate (truly_desperate) wrote in spinningcompass,

There was a quiver of his lips. They tugged to one side. Oh, she wanted to play, he could play. He considered for a moment if it meant he would go to far. But Thor and Bryn had long since parted ways and his own sexual desire only ever remained mild in his current form. Death and sex were nothing that went along in his body. To feel raw lust, he needed to feel the heart quicken in his chest and his blood rush towards loin. Sex remained a fond memory in this state. But that did not mean he did not enjoy the game. He always enjoyed a good game and he liked pushing boundaries just a little too much.

"Ah, now, I am known for my supportive side so let me help you out. Do you imagine it like this?" Two figures appeared to his right. Illusions. But sound and vision was enough to serve his purpose. One looked like him and the other like Bryn. The vampire was stood against the wall and a version of himself in front of her. A second later the illusions sprang into action. A growl of frustration escaped 'Loki's' lips and he pushed the illusion of the vampire against the wall, hands locked above her head and tightly secured in his own firm grasp with his right hand. He was good bit taller than her and his long black hair veiled her features as he bent down to kiss her. Body pushing against body. The god's knee finding its way between her legs and slowly pushing them open.

A second later the illusion vanished. "Or maybe you would prefer a table?" Another appeared. Similar spiel. Brynhild on the bottom. Loki on top. Desperate bodies trying to feel as much of each other as they could. Again, the illusion vanished after a few moments.

"And, of course, there are these wonderful and lovely chairs... one should not underestimate the opportunity here..." He smirked. This time he did not cast another illusion. This time he drew on the stone resting in his arms. Power pulsed through the room as a second version of himself stepped out of him. There were a few legitimate reasons to use the infinity stones. Sexual fantasies totally belonged to them if you asked Loki. His second self settled down on the arm rest and a second later he shifted into Brynhild's form. A second later Brynhild!Loki moved his leg over the seat and was straddeling his original self. The female form pushed the man beneath her further into the seat and then leaned forwards and drew the man up into the kiss. A moment later the female version turned around to the actual Brynhild and winked at her.

"Plenty of option here, you see..." he said in her voice. A second later he shifted back into himself.

"Oh, hello sexy," the god sitting on the chair said to the one leaning over him. It was all in good humour and he had far too much fun putting images into her head that she would never forget.

"Hello to you too," Loki on top said with a huge cheeky grin.

A second later he collapsed his two selves into one and it was only him sitting on the chair.

"Well, if you are ever after an adventurous time, I can recommend bedding a shapeshifter and someone who can duplicate themselves."