That tethered mind free from the lies
„So tell me, husband mine,“ Loki murmurs after they part for air, taking one of Thor’s hands and guiding it down between his legs. „Do you fuck as gloriously as you fight? Because there also is the matter of an heir and as it seems, my time of heat has come early.“
Thor moans at the wetness he feels there, slicking not only Loki’s inner thighs but also dampening the length of elaborately patterned silk Loki wears wrapped around hips instead of the Jotuns’ customary loincloth. The length of Loki’s cock is hard against Thor’s wrist, large and already sticky with his pre-spending, but when Thor strokes lower his fingers meet the wet folds of a woman’s sex instead of the smooth expanse of skin he expects to find there.