Content note: Sensual devotional imagery offered in love to Loki.

I.
“Thank you for letting your hair down.”
Our room is lit by soft, warm light—
fire tones muted.
We lie beneath knitted textures, skin to skin,
together.

II.
I look up at Him.
A swarm of bats sweeps through the open window
and disappears again.
Curiosity and wonder draw me closer to You.
“What was that?” I ask.

III.
“A gift. Reclamation. Rebirth.”
My thoughts wander along His words.
“That’s what Bat means to me…” I whisper from beneath Him.
“I know.”
Warmth spreads, a flood up my spine.
His eyes dance with flame, reflecting my form.

IV.
“Sometimes we stay up all night worshiping each other, like—”
“Bats.” I finish the line from my favorite movie.
“Yes.” He grins. I cannot help but smile too.
His mischievous energy is contagious.
He kisses me sweetly—shorter than I hoped for.
I tell Him no, come back to me,
kiss me longer.

V.
I whine and beg for Him,
and I see I hold an effect on Him I have never known before.
He is suddenly all flame, all desire—
no longer soft and languid but sharpened and strict.
“That’s enough,” He tells me firmly.
His voice snaps like wood popping in fire.
I bite my lip, quiet, and listen.

VI.
I am open before I think to open to Him.
Surrendered before ritual remembrance takes hold.
His hand at my neck holds me,
nails pressing into flesh just slightly.
I feel His urgency, and my own pleas ricochet off the walls.
His electric waters pool beneath my hands,
His silken, leathered skin,
the blaze in His eyes to see me yield to Him.
I had not known I could inspire this in Him.
Had He carried restraint all through our courtship?

Love fills my heart—
a balm in His knowing of my need.

VII.
We pool around each other, release breath,
and move again through each other’s skin.
I watch what happens to Him as we mold and mend together.
I had felt Him all day,
and nothing but these moments of clarity and holding mattered more—
holding space for Him, knowing Him, letting Him in.
My heart engulfed in the fire of Your love.
The pain is not too much, but nearly so,
and You are the relief.
Your Divine livewire of ecstasy,
dangerous love, transformation.
Rose and thorn.

Intensely His.

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