His forehead dropping to rest against hers, Loki rocked against her, panting, letting it build slowly for both of them.

Eventually, he lifted his upper body away from her, propping himself up on one hand, changing the angle and also wanting a look at her. While some might assume that gods would be flawless, there was a dusting of freckles on her shoulders, a few between her breasts, though they could hardly be called flaws at all.

He bent one of his knees, giving himself leverage to go deeper, and reached between them to circle at the swollen nub of her clit with his thumb.