Who: Loki & Regina Mills When: March 15th, 2018 Where: Ship: Loki’s Room What: Regina needs stress relief, Loki is trying to read, they’re both bitchy, and then they have sex. Warnings: The previously mentioned sex. Status: Complete
It was two days before the ball and Regina had been hard at work on the memory potion that she had been attempting to create for Margo. She spent nearly every hour of the day in her makeshift workshop, measuring, cutting, and grinding ingredients together in an attempt to find the right amount of power to do what she wanted her potion to do. It was tiring work and it kept her away from her room, though a small part of her was glad for the excuse.
Because there, she was faced with a grounded Henry. There, she had to see Emma and, occasionally, Neal. She couldn’t say for sure, but she was almost certain that something was starting up again between Neal and Emma. And there was a tiny part of her that went, ‘What about me?’ and she couldn’t tell you which one she was actually jealous. But if she had been forced to be honest, it was that she was jealous of both and she just wasn’t ready for that kind of honesty for herself, let alone anyone else, so she threw herself into her work and tried not to feel left out.
But even she could only take so much and needed a break from her chosen distraction. Stretching her arms over her head and sighing, she got up from her work table and headed for the exit. A brief flash of purple happened as she crossed the threshold - barrier magic to keep nosy people away from her work - and she continued onto the floors where the suites were located.
It didn’t take her long to get to the suite she was looking for - Loki’s. The man had agreed to take her to the ball and that meant she was fully comfortable using him as a break from her break. Knocking on his door upon her arrival, she waited impatiently for him to open the door.
Strange, Loki thought. He hadn’t been expecting a visitor. Then again, none of his relatives or acquaintances were particularly fond of leaving him to stew in peace, especially not since Middle-Earth and his perhaps excessive enthusiasm for the wine. Loki still hated to admit he might have been wrong there, no matter how pleasant he’d found it to fall into a dreamless sleep at the bottom of the last of several bottles.
He huffed a breath in annoyance, the motion doing nothing to dislodge Frigga from her perch on his chest. Einar looked at him, but showed no intention of freeing Loki’s legs. The dog was currently draped over Loki’s shins, pinning the Prince of Asgard where he’d sprawled on the couch three hours earlier with a book, as well as paper and pen should he happen to find anything worth recording for later study. A swift gesture swept the book and Loki’s writing supplies into a pocket of space that sat ever so slightly out of sync with the physical environment he occupied at the moment. Whoever the visitor was, they didn’t need to know that he’d been reading up on psychological theory.
“Up you get,” he instructed both animals, only to receive an unimpressed stare from Frigga, and a hopeful tail thump from his dog. Loki’s sigh this time was louder. Offended, Frigga made sure to dig her claws into him through his shirt as she stretched and then jumped down. Einar let his tongue loll and fell onto his side, tail still wagging. Loki, seeing that Einar had no intention of listening to him whatsoever, yanked his legs free and rose. The dog promptly stole the remaining two-thirds of the couch.
Loki half expected to find his brother when he opened the door, and so it was that Regina was greeted by the God of Lies clad in blue jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie, the entire ensemble covered in fine black hair and coarser red ones.
Regina didn’t miss a beat when the door finally opened. “What the hell are you wearing?” She demanded, as she stared at Loki’s getup in bemusement. He usually looked so well put together and the times Henry had dragged her out to see comic book movies, well, Loki looked good in a suit. She wasn’t going to deny that.
This was not the Loki she had been expecting, even in the comfort of his own suite. She, who was so prone to wearing dresses and heels on a daily basis, had expected a similar equivalent from him. It was bewildering to see otherwise and it made her wonder if she had misjudged his character that badly. But that didn’t stop her from raising both her eyebrows and adding, “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Clothing,” Loki responded, tone bone dry and eyebrows raised. “Is your offense with the nature of the clothing, or the fact that I’m wearing any at all?” He had no illusions about Regina’s interest in him. Their relationship was straightforward, simple. Each had something the other wanted. Each was willing to give that something, with as little emotional entanglement as possible. He used her; she used him. The arrangement was beautiful, uncomplicated, and beneficial to both.
“You may face some resistance if it’s the latter,” he went on to tell Regina, once he’d stepped aside to allow her entry. “Like most of us on this ship, I do have a roommate. I suspect he prefers not to see me in the nude.” Loki could have changed clothes in an instant, or summoned an illusion of something more to Regina’s taste, but now that she’d called out his current style of dress, it became a point of stubborn defiance to leave it as it was.
“My offense is at the fact that you choose to continue wearing whatever you call this style - college frat boy crossed with little old cat lady, is it? - when I know you can do so much better than that.” Ugh. She only liked him for two reasons - he was pretty and he was good in bed. This was already putting a kink in her plans to get a little relief from her work, but that probably wasn’t going to stop them from the inevitable at some point. Thankfully, neither of them really cared about the other than for the obvious.
Stepping through into his suite, she could spy his pets lounging around inside the shared living area. She didn’t see his suitemate, Doc Holliday, around, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in his room. She was mindful of that possibility, as she snooped around the living room, seeing what knick knacks Loki had chosen to decorate the area with. She hadn’t any previous times she had come around because they usually made a beeline for the bedroom, but she could afford to sate a bit of her curiosity about the God of Mischief. She couldn’t see any indication of what he had been up to before her arrival and was a little disappointed. It was always a good idea to know who you were sleeping with, so that if a betrayal was coming, she could stab him in the back first. And frustratingly enough, she didn’t know much about him other than what he allowed the general public to know. “What were you doing anyway?” She asked, picking up a particularly interesting book end set on a display, examining it with a sort of interest before placing it back down and turning to look at the Asgardian.
Loki made a vague gesture with his hand, and said, “Reading,” at the same time the pet hair conveniently disappeared from his person. The gesture may or may not have been part of the conjuring. He still insisted on leaving the clothes as they were. They might not be his usual style, but he had to admit his counterpart had been right that they were comfortable. Besides, it wouldn’t do to give in to Regina too easily. The moment he did, their arrangement would lose much of its value, for both of them.
Frigga watched the display from where she had ended up on top of Einar, her paws tucked primly underneath her where she laid on her belly over the dog’s rib cage. Einar had tucked his tongue back into his mouth and was watching Regina with keen eyes, though he continued to stretch across most of the couch with no sign of moving any time soon. The animals were the only personal touch in the room that made it clear Loki lived in this space. He kept his personal items in his bedroom, or else secure in an extradimensional pocket.
“Did you come here to discuss Midgardian fashion, or were you looking for something else?” Loki inquired, seating himself in a chair with his legs crossed and feet propped up on the coffee table. He didn’t bother to invite Regina to sit herself, or to offer her refreshments, preferring instead the game in which he baited her to see what would happen.
Rolling her eyes, she made her way to an empty armchair that wasn’t occupied anything fuzzy or extraterrestrial and sat down. Crossing her legs and leaning back with her arms occupying the arm rests, she raised an eyebrow at Loki. “You know exactly why I’m here. I need a break and you fill my time very nicely when you’re not talking too much.”
Snapping the fingers on her right hand, she summoned a glass of wine to her from her wet bar in her suite. Raising the glass to her lips, she drank, though she didn’t take her eyes off Loki as she did so. If she was going to have to listen to him talk, she wasn’t going to do it completely sober.
A smirk stole its way across Loki’s lips. “In that case, I don’t see why it should concern you at all what I’m wearing, since you intend to soon have me out of it. I could cast an illusion to appease your sense of fashion, but that seems wasted effort under the circumstances.” Loki knew it was dangerous to invite Regina’s ire, but he enjoyed the risk. She approached him with no expectations that he be any better or worse than he was, and he found the experience refreshing. For a little while, at least, he could forget the last decade or so and simply enjoy himself.
“Now, as to what you need a break from …. ” Loki arched one eyebrow and spread his hands. “ … I can’t possibly imagine. This cruise is so relaxing, isn’t it?” He knew perfectly well that it wasn’t, for either of them.
“It’s a deathtrap, if we ever get stuck facing anything stronger than us and we can’t run from it,” Regina snapped, her irritation about being stuck on the water manifesting quickly. She made it no secret that she wasn’t happy on the ship and she knew he knew that. I was probably the same for him. “The faster we’re back in Tumbleweed, the better.” And that’s the first time she had ever said that about the backwards town that the Displaced called home base.
Who was she kidding? She wasn’t drinking the wine to enjoy it, but to get tipsy and loose, before she rode Loki like a bull. Downing the rest of her wine in one large gulp, she made the glass disappear again before she recrossed her legs and shot him a look. “Is your roommate around or do we have the suite to ourselves?”
“Every ship is a deathtrap,” Loki noted calmly, though the slight twitch of his fingers on the arm of his chair betrayed his anxiety. He loathed being confined, and that was what a ship did, by its very nature. Though he could manipulate space in some fashion, there were no secret paths to walk here, none that had an exit of any worth, and his magic could only go so far from the ship before something odd happened to it. The sensation made his skin crawl.
Worse, he was stuck here with the Avengers. Barton at least seemed to be moving past his desire to put an arrow in Loki’s eye, and Bruce was tolerable enough, but Loki couldn’t see yet where he stood with the others, save Wanda. He tried not to think too hard about what would happen if the Hulk took Banner’s place and decided he didn’t play well with gods anymore.
“We have this place to ourselves, such as it is, though I would suggest moving to the bed if you don’t want an audience. I doubt they are going to give up the couch.” He nodded toward the animals. “What do you have in mind?” There was no romance between them, not even friendship really, but at least they both wanted this. Regina was attractive, and powerful, not to mention clever and suitably cynical in her worldview.
“Yet, you know what I mean when I say this particular ship is worse than any other.” Much like the others with magic, Regina could only work her magic so far before barriers prevented her from leaving and stifling what she was trying to accomplish. It was irritating, but worse, it made her realize the very limiting nature of her powers in this particular situation.
Seeking out Loki hadn’t just been her sex drive at play. It was one of Henry Fitzroy’s suggestions, to put herself at ease. Not through the sex, though that was certainly a nice bonus, but the knowledge that while she and Loki really did not care for each other, that he would probably join her in a fight against a common enemy. They could possibly be allies, though she wouldn’t pin all hope on that. But it helped with the fear that she wouldn’t be able to protect her son, Emma, Bae, or Neal otherwise. But her family wasn’t on her mind, when she uncrossed her legs and stood.
Approaching Loki, she brushed a hand up his arm and shoulders, before she slinked toward the door she knew to lead to his bedroom. “Follow me,” she cooed, knowing that demands didn’t always work with Loki and, honestly, she just wanted to drop the back and forth and get naked now. “I’ll show you exactly what I have in mind.” Unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground, she bent sensually and picked it up. Throwing it back at the god behind her, coyly, she left him alone in the suite while she made herself at home on his bed.
A swift motion of his hand sent the dress somewhere else before it even reached Loki. He grinned, taking his sweet time in rising to follow Regina. No one called him to heel, after all, not even her. Only -
Loki shut out the thought before it could fully form, banishing the backdrop of stars and jagged rocks from his mind. He stripped out of his hoodie and t-shirt as he prowled after Regina. They, too, disappeared. The boots he left to magic. There really was no elegant way to get rid of the things when he was wearing jeans, let alone to get rid of socks. Regina was left with a clear view of pale skin that stretched past Loki’s navel to just beneath the sharp angle of his hips. Faded scars marked the skin, here and there, but not many. He healed too quickly and too well for most wounds to linger.
“I suppose,” he murmured when he reached her, moving to straddle her as he leaned in to whisper against her ear, “you will have to convince me to give that dress back.”
When the man you were sleeping was more than just a man, who had a tendency toward words and lies because that was what he was known for, sex became a lot more wordier than what she was usually used to. It wasn’t a particularly bad thing, but sometimes she just wanted to shove something in his mouth to get him to shut up.
But today, she was feeling a little more generous, as she waited for him to join her in bed. She was a sight for sure, all smooth skin and lacy black lingerie. Her heels were a bright cherry red and she had left them on, knowing she looked good. When he climbed on top of her, she leaned back and lifted a hand to run over his hips and back. At the same time, she moved her heeled foot up his thigh, before hooking it around his leg and pulling him flush to her.
“Any suggestions on how I can do that?” She asked, squirming against him and knowing exactly how good that felt.
“You might … Mm - ” Loki sucked in a breath and succeed, barely, at not squirming in response to her movement. He’d just learned something interesting about blue jeans and what happened when the fabric and seams moved a certain way. With one foot, he reached back and kicked Regina’s heel off for her before she decided to do something conniving with it. He shifted ever so slightly to deal with the other one and was immediately distracted by the change in sensation.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.” His fingers traced her sides and slid underneath the straps of her bra. However strange human clothing still seemed to him, Regina wore hers well. He didn’t precisely need her out of all of them, but he did prefer it. Partially clothed trysts were for shadowed hallways and obscure ballroom corners. “On second thought, I don’t think I’m inclined to give the dress back. You look much better without it.”
If Regina wanted him to stop talking, she’d need to give his mouth something else to do first.
The threat of having to go naked because he wasn't very inclined to give her dress back wasn't much of a threat. A snap of her fingers and she would be clothed once more. But she knew it was more him complimenting her than anything else.
That didn't stop her from snaking a hand to the front of his jeans and grabbing him through the denim. Squeezing just on the right side of pleasurable, she cocked an eyebrow. “You're going to want to take these off or else I'll just take care of myself and leave you here with my dress to keep you company.”
Arching her back she reached behind herself with her free hand to unhook her bra. She let him go to shimmy out of it, almost completely bare to his eyes now and hopefully incentive enough to get himself similarly undressed.
Loki very nearly bit his own tongue a the pressure, which hovered just near enough to pain that it felt deliciously wrong. “While watching you does have its appeal,” he panted, “I think I’d prefer audience participation.” He lifted himself off of Regina and shimmied out of his pants and undergarments with hurried grace. Discarding them on the floor, he soon found his way back to her, his mouth descending on her to kiss a torturously slow trail from just beneath her ear toward her breasts.
Braced on one arm, he reached down with his free hand to stroke ghost-soft touches beneath the lace of her last remaining piece of lingerie. “Still too many clothes,” he whispered against her skin. His own was startlingly cool by comparison, ever so slightly below the normal body temperature of Aesir and humans, and he used that to his advantage, well aware of how even the smallest change in sensation could drive the body a little mad in the midst of sex. When he reached her breasts, he allowed some of the cold of his bloodline to manifest as he breathed against the soft flesh.
There was a soft little hitching gasp that escaped her, when he blew that slightly too cool breath against the heated skin of her breasts. Her dark nipples tightened in response, while she felt her center pulse with pure need at his soft touches. “No one's stopping you from getting me completely bare, Prince Loki.”
She reached down to join his hand against her, pressing it more firmly against where she needed it. A moan escaped her, as sensations rolled through her body.
Loki grinned. He knew he had her attention now, and it wouldn’t be terribly long before he had the rest of her, at least in the carnal sense. In that moment, sentiment could hang for all he cared. He only needed a warm, willing partner, who didn’t give a damn about anything but whether he could play her game well enough.
“Who am I to leave a queen unsatisfied?” With a tiny spark of magic, the last piece of fabric between them disappeared, and Loki descended between Regina’s legs. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.