Chuckling, Loki sat back on his haunches, working open the waistband of his trousers and shimmying out of them. With a glow of bluish white energy, he cleaned the sand from both of them, conjuring a blanket that was pointedly not unlike the one he'd made in Void.

"What a wonderful suggestion," he said, lifting one of her slim legs over his shoulder and kissing the strong muscle of her calf.

He really couldn't take for grated that they had time for any of this, but in this little oasis they'd claimed for themselves, he was willing to take the risk.

Smirking, he kissed the bone of her ankle, the arch of her foot, before making his way up the long length of her leg once more.