Loki was used to being in control and if he wasn't, he at least wanted it. He liked to dictate a situation and to weave its outcome. But this... he was happy to surrender right here and now. Give her a crown and a kingdom. She would not want it. He knew her too well for that and it made her all the more mysterious and appealing. The dragoness did not crave any power, even though she could easily claim cities with her fangs and breath of fire. When he had first met her, he had deemed it a weakness. A lack of ambition. Loki's life had been built around displaying his competence and outwitting others. All in the name of gaining the recognition of those around him. Shannon did not care about that. She was free in a way he would never be. She had rid herself of society's shackles in ways he had not seen it in anyone else.
Here he was, under her spell even though she was no sorceress. There was something freeing about giving her that control, about giving her the truth and her trusting her not to rip him apart for it. For a second, his eyes started to wander back to image, just to stop with and jolt back to pair right in front of him.
"Yes," he breathed into the kiss and hoped it would bring about the anticipated reaction. His hands were still frozen on the rests of the armchair, fingers digging into the wood and leather. He had forgotten how to move on his own.