frost giant physiology

Possessive Loki

By: elegantmess100

He laid her on the bed, following to cover her with his body. He braced himself on his elbows, hovering above her as he stared at her. “I am not a good man, nor am I patient, or kind, or inclined to share that which is mine. I do not approach this lightly. Can you accept me as I am?”

There was heaviness in his question. Words stuck in her throat and she nodded.

“No, love, I need to hear you say the words.” He had an almost pained expression.

She swallowed reflexively, “Yes of course I accept you, I have since I first met you and I always will.”

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