Loki as a Vampire
Watching you with those green eyes
A slow, wicked smile with just a hint of fang
Laughing softly at you because you know what he is and still give him sass because you just aren’t scared.
Likes to slide his favorite dagger over your neck because he likes the way your breath catches but you still edge closer because you’re attracted to the danger
That one time you held his blade to your own palm and made a quick little cut before lapping slowly at the blood, he ruined his favorite pair of pants because he was not prepared for how hot it was to see you with blood on your lips
The deep moan he gives every time he bites you, because the first sip of your blood is like his favorite alcohol
The way his eyes dilate to almost black after he drinks from you, and he cleans the blood from your neck with his fingers, then cleans his fingers with his tongue, all without looking away from you
When other men stare at you, his power flares and literal electricity crackles in the air because he’s jealous
He’s so ancient that he refuses to use modern materials and when he ties you up its velvet and leather and lace and silk against your skin.
He can project his voice into your head, and when he isn’t there with you he will talk (command) you through touching yourself until you are writhing in your bed and ripping at your sheets and crying out for him.
He so desperately wants to turn you, because he was waited millennia for you, but refuses to take you away before you have lived a little, so he pushes you to finish school, to travel with your friends, to do the things you like because being a vampire comes with so many restrictions.
The day you ask him to turn you, the day you are ready to taste his blood, he drops to his knees in front of you and tries not to cry, because you have finally given him everything he has ever wanted.