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vampirefreakism · 1 year

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The Blue Princess (Chapter 9)

Summary: second part of the last chapter; Luna lets Loki see her body again

Warnings: *NSFW* very steamy, grinding, smutty goodness

Word count: 3.5k

The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist

A/N: *taps mic* *clears throat* here’s that extra part I promised. It’s late. Whatever. They fuck a little bit in this one. Only a little. I have nothing more to say. Uh, you’re welcome?

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That evening, as Luna stood in the shower, she traced the long scar marring her chest and thought more about her conversation with Wanda. She was nervous, but her friend had been right and was still right. She found it within her heart to trust in her true love. Loki cared for her. He’d held her before when she was terrified to show herself, so it wouldn’t be hard to do it again with feeling.

But once it was done – once he saw her and spoke – there was no going back.

Luna finished rinsing her skin and stepped out to dry off while keeping an eye on her blurry reflection in the mirror. Her throat dried up, and she swallowed to erase the chalky feeling, but it was to no avail, so she took a sip from the tap and cleared her throat. It didn’t help much, but she shrugged on her robe, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She spotted Loki on the couch, watching something on his phone. He spared her a glance and a slight grin.

“How was it?” he asked, referring to her shower.

"It was good," Luna managed to say. Her voice was a little too quiet, and she feared it gave her away, but Loki didn't seem to notice.

She milled around by the dresser, pretending to look for fresh underclothing when Loki turned off his phone and set his gaze on her again.

“Everything alright?” he asked. Luna scratched at the dresser drawer and then her hand.

“Uh, yeah. Just, uh,” she trailed off.

To further her anxious fidgeting, she grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer and twisted them about her fingers. Loki quirked a brow at her obvious display of mannerisms.

“You seem anxious.”

“Really?” Luna squeaked out and sighed, relenting to his unwavering stare. “Yeah.”

“About what?”

"About," she started but relinquished the sentence with a heavy sigh and set the underwear on the dresser.

Luna chuckled dryly and fiddled with the tie around her waist, eyes fixated on the ground by Loki’s feet. He waited patiently for her to do something; speak, walk towards him, even so much as look at him. But her eyes remained locked on something he couldn’t see, with the gears in her head turning faster and faster.

As Loki prepped something else to say, he watched Luna yank the knot free and dropped the robe to the ground, striking every thought from his head. Every luscious brown inch of her body lay bare to his admiration. Of all the things he counted on her doing, this surely was not one of them.

But every second Luna waited for a reaction, the more regretful she became. She can be so impulsive sometimes. Perhaps this was another one of those times, and she'd stepped right through a door best left closed. Her ears burned, and her stomach turned as she bent her head, already predicting dismissive words.

“Uh … this was a mistake,” she muttered and crouched to retrieve her robe. She shook her head sadly. “Never mind. You go shower.”

Before her fingers could grasp the plush fabric, she felt Loki’s gentle fingers caress her cheek and ease her face up to look at him. He’d moved so fast that his sudden presence startled her, but his soft touch guided her back to him.

Luna slowly rose from the floor, Loki's fingers never leaving their spot under her chin. He looked into her eyes, never breaking contact as her face neared his. They told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped his could speak to her the same. He needed her to know what was right and true in his heart, and in there lied nothing she need be afraid of. He refused to look away, even as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one rough motion, flinging it to the corner of the room. He watched her eyes roam his bare torso and glance at her own. Now, they were even.

Loki touched her cheek again, letting his fingers drift down and take in every centimeter of her skin he had not been privy to before. He felt the breath catch in her throat as they passed over the side of her neck and heard a sharp exhale once they met her collarbone. He continued down, feeling the stiffness of her sternum and then the softness of her breast.

“Your heart’s beating very fast.” He could see how each beat made her skin quake and vibrate. Her breathing picked up, too, pressing his hand further into her chest.

“Can you blame me?” Luna whispered, her voice like silk in his ear.

“No.” He couldn’t, for his was hammering so hard, he was sure she could hear it.

Loki’s finger drifted to the side and traced the side of her scar. Her skin prickled from the slightness of his touch, but she didn’t shrink from him. She lifted a hand and slowly traced the top edge of his scar, lingering as leisurely as he did, gently plucking the nerves beneath his skin. He held back a shudder and felt blood rush to his pelvis. Was she aware she played him like a harpsichord? It didn’t matter. He was happy to be her instrument.

In a stroke of urgency, Loki took Luna’s face in both hands and brought her in for a kiss. It was full and ripe with such passion Luna felt the wind get knocked out of her. Luckily, it returned to her, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss even further. The taste of her mouthwash filled his mouth, dancing upon his tongue as his danced upon hers.

Never had they been so close before, and the effects were unforeseen. It felt like they were standing beneath an icy waterfall with the water flowing through them, washing them from the inside out. Luna was drunk with it, drunk with him. She could tell less and less where she ended, and he began with each passing second. The feeling in her feet faded along with whatever was left in her fingers. Outside of her dreams, this was the closest she’d ever felt to flying.

And soon enough, she was.

Loki tightened his grip around Luna’s hips and lifted her just enough to walk quickly to the bed. He slowly eased her onto the mattress, one hand supporting her back and the other pressed into the plush comforter. They separated for a moment as Luna pushed further up the bed to get more comfortable. Loki slowly crawled after her, peppering her skin with kisses as he moved up her body. One on her hip, a couple on her stomach, and a line up the middle of her chest, each one pulling a gentle gasp from her mouth.

Loki’s hair draped around his face and dragged along Luna’s skin, touching her everywhere he didn’t get to. Her hands danced about his shoulders as he kissed along her collarbone, making her whine and squirm. His touch was electric, and it sent chills racing up and down her body. He ate it all up with the bottomless satisfaction of a king in a banquet hall, her soft moans the sweetest melody to his ears. But as sweet as she sounded, she needed to like the sugar he was giving her.

Kissing up her neck, Loki whispered into her ear. “Is this ok?”

Luna shivered and let out a breathy “Yeah.”

Loki kissed her mouth again, and she arched her back, pressing her body tight against his. She felt everything; his heart hammering wildly out of sync with hers, his ribs digging into hers with every heavy breath, and his unmistakable throbbing erection resting on her inner thigh. He was rock hard, and it made her insatiable.

Enticed, Luna lifted her leg and let Loki’s hips rock against her thigh. A groan came from deep within his throat, and he ground down harder. The little moans and groans he made were so delicious Luna's mouth started to water. It was so good, but he wanted more.

Loki maneuvered his knee inside Luna’s leg and nudged it aside. He slid his hips between her thighs, pushing them further apart until he felt the soft warmth they held. Even through the fabric of his pants, it was so hot and delectable, and he knew he’d never get enough as long as he lived. He watched her face as he gently rolled his bulge against her tender edge. She let out a sharp exhale and pulled sharply at his waistband.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, voice thick and deep with arousal.

“Yeah.” Luna’s words tiptoed on a sigh like she was afraid a noise any louder would invite the world to listen in.

Loki tucked his face into her neck and thrust harder, just as she wanted.

“Gods, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her. “Can you feel it?”

Luna’s fingers loosened their hold on his pants and gripped his back instead.

"Uh-huh," she moaned, feeling the rough frost forming on his skin. She wished for a moment to see it, to admire him in his natural glory, but the thought passed as soon as he moved again. However, instead of moving closer, Loki sat back and pushed his waistband down.

Snapping to attention, Luna gasped and grabbed his hand.

“Ah-ah, keep your pants on,” she said, catching his gaze, their eyes red as blood and hot as desire. “I want it this way.”

“Ok," Loki said and settled back down. He'd give her anything she wanted in whatever way she wanted it. But for the sake of his comfort, he paused again. “Ah, wait.” He slipped a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock to lay against his lower abdomen. “Oh, that’s better,” he sighed as he pulled his pants a little higher.

“Oh, yeah,” Luna breathed out. How right he was. She could feel every decadent inch of him from under the rough cotton. “Oh, wow!” He was huge, and he was all hers.

The bedsheets crackled with every shift of his weight. Their icy embrace left a clear, dewy imprint and outline of their bodies, but neither noticed nor cared. The only thing worth worrying about was the ecstasy behind their every shared breath.

Once Loki’s hips fell into a quick rhythm, he let his hands drift delicately about his lover’s skin, kissing her all the while. He couldn't stop, and she didn't want him to. He pulled her leg higher up on his waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath her periwinkle skin. He felt the bumpy scars as his hand slid up her thigh and the little jump she made when he pressed his thumb against her hipbone.

His hand traveled higher and higher, tracing the scar on her abdomen and feeling the underside of her breast. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, his thumb playing and passing over her nipple. Luna wrapped her other leg around his waist and held on tight so he had nowhere to go. As if Loki wanted to be anywhere else.

“You like that?” he asked, smirking against Luna’s cheek.

She nodded and sighed, “Uh-huh,” her mouth quivering.

Loki kissed down her neck, nipping her skin a little to egg her on, and it seemed to work. Eyes closed, she rolled her head back and started letting out a few of those moans trapped in her throat, each one pressing Loki closer to his edge. His hands and knees trembled, but he commanded them to steady. Luna came first.

He could feel her nearing her end as well. Every muscle in her body was tight and shook as she held him. Her breathing was short and fast as her moans picked up pace, and her heart beat wildly against his hand, a perfect dance that was more than ready to reach its show-stopping climax.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Loki murmurs against her throat.

“Yeah!” Luna called out, voice cracking a little. “Oh, don’t stop!”

Her eager wish was his ready command. He groaned deeply and thrust faster, a little for her and a little for himself. Together, they stirred up the perfect storm and waited for lightning to strike. Electricity buzzed through their bodies, bouncing from one to the other, picking up energy and velocity.

Loki tucked his face into Luna's neck, moaning louder and louder, eyes squeezed shut, and his mind abuzz with nothing but chasing the high. He heard hers in the surrounding air, of course; it was the only thing he bothered to listen to as he answered with his own passionate song. He nipped and licked at her wintry skin, letting his tongue work its magic.

Luna felt herself toeing the line, and she clung to Loki for dear life, nails digging deep into his back. He was all she heard, saw, tasted, and felt. Even behind her closed eyes, she could see him in her mind, and despite his nonintrusive nature upon her, she swore she could feel him deep inside her, winding up the energy in her belly. Imagine what it would feel like for real. She groaned and took a deep breath. That was for another time.

She felt her climax swirl and build like a tidal pool against a dam where cracks began to form. Her mouth sat open, but she made no sound save for a few shallow breaths. It all waited for the right moment.

And then, in an instant, bang.

The lightning struck and shattered the dam apart. Luna came with a sharp gasp and held Loki’s waist in a death grip between her thighs. A string of high-pitched moans finally broke free and made their way out into the air, and she scrambled to roll her hips to ride it out for all it was worth. Fireworks sparked in her eyes as the insurmountable pleasure made her melt and raked her nails up his back, scraping up a thin layer of ice.

The sudden sensation pushed Loki to the very precipice of his climax, and he gripped the headboard by Luna’s head in anticipation. He balanced on the brink of it, ready to fall after her. She was so soft, so beautiful, and all his. All mine. The thought gave him a light shove, but it was all the force he needed to dive head-first.

He came a little softer, spilling into his pants as he’d planned, his cock twitching with every extra thrust he needed to bring it to a close. His moans were louder and wavered as his body shook but were still low and feather-soft in Luna’s ear. They tickled her and etched themselves into her memory. If only she had seen his face and memorized that too, but it would have been unfair. He didn't get to watch her either. They promised themselves to do it next time.

The tension released itself from their bodies, and they fell limp on the bed together. Luna's grip relaxed to a soft embrace, and Loki relinquished his hold on the headboard as he eased his body down to rest. His head dropped beside Luna’s, his nose grazing the shell of her ear, and he opened one eye to look at her. He saw nothing of note, only slivers of glittery blue skin and thick layers of ice.

Interested, he lazily brought a hand up and touched the top of her head. Luna’s damp hair was now covered in shards of ice, holding it back and away from her face. He felt her heart hold hands with his and slow to a steady pace together, then her real one drifted up and stroked the back of his head. They felt true bliss and couldn’t help but close their eyes and enjoy it.

However, Luna felt discomfort that urged her to get up.

“Hey,” she whispered, patting his back. “Can I go pee real quick before you shower?”

"Yeah," he responded and shifted off of her to lay beside her. “Go on, then.”

She wasted no time sliding off the bed and hurrying toward the washroom, but Loki couldn't help himself and piped out a wolf whistle. Luna stopped, looked back at him with an amused smile, and picked up her robe.

"Hey, yourself," she shot back and playfully threw her robe at him. It didn't make much distance, but they laughed anyway.

Luna relieved herself, cleaned up a bit, and dried off the rest of the melted ice in her hair. It interested her, and she made a mental note of it but stopped her thought there. Her time with Loki was not a science experiment.

Upon exiting, she saw Loki was up and straightening the sheets on the bed. Bits of ice still clung to the fabric, so he lifted the entire thing and snapped it sharply, sending the shards up and dispersing them into the air. As Luna grabbed her underwear and slipped them on, Loki flattened the sheets out with his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and noticed Luna already out and looking lush as morning dew.

“Hi,” he greeted. “The bed was covered in ice. So strange.”

"Not very, but," she took a step toward him, "how about another time we investigate it?"

“Sounds like a plan,” Loki said with a slight smile. “Oh, and we should do laundry tomorrow.” He pulled at the fabric of his pants as he passed her by. A sizable wet spot had made a home on the front. Luna tilted her head, unsure of what was her fault and what was his, but it didn’t matter.

She watched him slide them off his legs, put them in the wash pile, touch the doorframe in thought, and walk back over to her. He gently took her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. It was brief, like a single music note, but as poignant as one.

Loki parted from her and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Luna whispered back.

“For trusting me.” He stroked her cheek. “I know how hard it can be,” she nodded, “so thank you.”

“Yeah.” Luna felt her throat tighten. “Thank you for being someone I can trust.”

He kissed her forehead and headed back to the bathroom, finally walking through the door and closing it to wash up.

On her own again, Luna felt the tears build, and she let them flow. She sat down and cried quietly into her hand. She never thought she’d be the ‘cry after sex’ type, but here she was, crying. Loki wanted her, and he chose her all on his own, scars and all. It felt so good to be loved this way that she couldn’t help but weep a little.

By the time Loki was done and dry, Luna had calmed down, put some lotion on, and gotten comfortable under the covers with her phone in hand to wind down. Loki grabbed a fresh pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights, and got under the covers with her. She spared him a glance and looked at the headboard.

“That’s new,” she said.

Loki scrunched his brow. “Hm?”

"That." Luna pointed, and he followed her direction. The edge of the headboard was slightly dented in the pattern of four fingers. Loki traced the curves, realizing he was responsible.

“Hm,” he hummed and looked at Luna. “Don’t tell Tony.”

The pair chuckled. “Promise,” she responded.

Loki's smile faded, and he cleared his throat. “Did, um,” Loki bit the inside of his cheek, “did you like it?”

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Of course, I did!” She moved closer to him. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

He shrugged and picked at the comforter. “Well, I had something more romantic in mind. I really wanted to take my time and pamper you.”

“Hey.” Luna put her hand on his cheek. “I liked it. It was just what I wanted.” She put her phone down and scooted up next to him. “I think taking it slow might be a good thing.” She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip. "A little something each day or every other day makes it exciting." Loki smiled at that, and she leaned closer. "What I felt was different than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to navigate that with you.”

“So it wasn’t just me,” Loki whispered. He paused in thought and continued. “I can’t explain it. It all felt so different.”

“Huh,” Luna breathed out and smiled. “We have a lot to talk about, but how about we sleep on it? Save it for tomorrow?”

Loki nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

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A/N: why did this take so long, you ask? Well, its half “I was trying to complete part of my thesis project” and half “I didn’t feel like it.” Also, scenes like this are waaaay harder to write than you think, certainly more than I thought and especially if you want it to hit. Like, wow. I certainly hope it hit. And give em (and me) time before they fuck crazy. The build is where its at.

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vampirefreakism · 2 years

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The Blue Princess (Chapter 7)

Summary: Luna tries some new experimental techniques and Loki hangs out with Bucky

Warnings: some suggestive content

Word count: 3.2k

The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist

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It was another lovely day in middle-of-nowhere Oregon, and Luna wanted to make the most of it. She planned to meditate during prime daylight hours but found her plan slowly being foiled. She searched high and low for a beach towel large enough to spread her yoga mat on, but none were meeting her eyes. The wick on her temper burned shorter and shorter until she wanted to give up. However, a gentle voice from behind stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, what are you looking for?”

Luna turned around and met Bucky’s bright eyes.

“Oh, um, I’m looking for a beach towel,” Luna responded. “Like, one big enough to lay my mat on.” She indicated her yoga mat, which was propped against the wall.

“I have something if you want. It's not a towel, but it's big enough.” Bucky pointed behind him. “I can go get it. It’s still in my bag.”

“I’d totally appreciate that. Thank you.”

With a nod and a smile, Bucky hurried off to fetch his item. True to his word, it wasn’t a towel but a woven mat he’d kept on the floor of his home in Wakanda.

“It’s not much, but it’s made for sitting,” Bucky said as he handed it over.

Luna held it up as high as she could to examine it. It was huge and exactly what she needed.

“Oh, this is perfect.” She folded it up and tucked it under her arm. “Thanks again.”

“Of course,” Bucky said, smiling. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing.”

“I sure hope I will.” Luna waved goodbye and headed for the downstairs doors.

Once outside, she took a deep breath, the air lovingly greeting her lungs. She picked a spot beneath a tree and spread the mat Bucky lent her on the ground, then unrolled her yoga mat on top of it. Bucky’s mat gave the perfect cushioning for sitting on the ground, and Luna could not be more content. She popped back inside to get her pen and notebook but quickly returned and got situated.

“Ok,” Luna said, sighing as she sat on the ground. She jotted a few preliminary notes in her notebook and set it off to the side. Shoes off and beside her, she crossed her legs and rested her wrists gently on her knees.

To Luna, meditation wasn't about clearing the mind but focusing it on a singular topic. She closed her eyes and searched her brain for something to hold on to; anything that held some weight. Rubbing her thumb against the side of her finger, she felt like she was fumbling and grasping at nothing. Her concentration was crumbling away before she could even figure out what to concentrate on.

Luna flashed her eyes open and stood up with a huff. She paced back and forth inside the perimeters of the mat, thinking and thinking about what she wanted to accomplish. She wanted to control her newfound abilities, but it was easier said than done. Unconsciously, they did as they pleased, but under her command? It seemed near impossible.

Turning and pivoting, Luna thought long and hard. She knew strong emotions and injuries called them into being, like fear and anger. But such emotions were counterproductive for a meditation session. If she aggravated herself, she would become a menace for the rest of the day and do nobody any good. And she didn’t want to take a knife to her skin again.

Aside from such powerful negative feelings, what could make her feel so deeply? What else could take her heart in its hand and squeeze?

Luna sat back down and propped her elbow on her knee to rest her chin in her palm. She pondered and thought and pondered again. She thought so hard, and yet, the answer was so simple. Loki made her feel deeply, deeper than she ever believed possible.

Luna straightened her posture, set her hands back on her knees, and closed her eyes. She banished any previous or doubtful thoughts from her mind and concentrated on Loki's image, allowing it to wash over her and encompass her every sense.

His gentle voice was in her ear, his hands on her body, and his distinct aroma in her nose. She arched her back as his imagined touch slowly glided up and over her shoulders, stoking the fire in her belly. It raged as his hands inched down her chest, lips parting ever so slightly as her breathing picked up. She let it undo her, no matter how unreal it was.

The fiery caresses moved lower and closer to her core; so close, there was almost a spark. Luna’s uncertainty gripped her will and urged her to stop, but she pushed it aside. She wanted to surrender and let it move her how it needed to. Fingers trembling, the fire exploded and ran its way through her bloodstream. Every inch of her skin prickled with tiny fires beneath the surface. It swayed her and made her sweat and pant so hard, she thought she might pass out.

A deep-seated throb pushed into Luna’s abdomen, making her lurch forward and plant her hands on the ground. As she caught her breath, she stared hazily at her hands. The impact caused a slight poof of frost to emanate and coat the surrounding blades of grass. She slowly sat back up and ran a hand over her arm. Her periwinkle skin shimmered with frozen water droplets. She couldn't be sure whether it was sweat or condensation, but it fascinated her.

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Bucky yawned and stretched his arms on his way to the kitchen. The six-pack of beer in the fridge called his name, and he hadn't the heart to resist. He took the entire thing out and pulled one from the bunch to fiddle with on his way back to the living room. Blowing out a discordant whistle, he stopped in his tracks as he spotted someone already lounging on the couch.

“Oh, hey,” he said. It was Loki, who flashed him a soft smile.

“Hello,” Loki greeted back. He watched Bucky resume his approach and sit down next to him. “Did you expect to be alone here?”

“Yeah. You’re really quiet.” Bucky set his beer down on the table.

“When I need to be.” Loki watched as Bucky grabbed a second beer and offered it to him. "Oh, thank you." The pair flicked the caps off – Bucky with his left thumb and Loki with his right – and clinked them together.

As Bucky took his first sip, his eyes wandered to the TV screen. The volume was low, and the screen played the scene of some movie he'd never seen before.

“What’re you watching?” Bucky asked.

“Mm, nothing, really,” Loki responded, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m just here to keep an eye on her.” He gestured with the bottle to the window. Bucky followed his line of sight and squinted to see Luna sitting under a tree, writing intently in her notebook.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Loki looked over at Bucky. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Yeah,” Bucky affirmed. The image of Luna’s bloodied body flashed through his mind’s eye. If he were Loki, he’d be keeping the same watchful eye.

Another moment of silence passed until Bucky couldn’t take it and flipped through the channels. He needed something easy and distracting for his busy mind as beer does nothing to dull his racing train of thought.

“Hey, you like conspiracy theories? Like, Loch Ness Monster and whatever?” Bucky asked as he stopped on a mystery channel.

“Sometimes," Loki said and turned his head to face Bucky. “You fancy them?”

“I like to check up on them now and again to see if any of them might be my fault.” Bucky selected the channel and raised the volume a bit. “Like, the Kennedy-second-shooter one.” He tapped his chest with the remote. “That’s me.”

“No,” Loki said in amusement. “I was there that day, I think.”

“No kidding!”

“Junior was a bit of an acquaintance of mine.” Loki picked at his thumbnail. “He wasn’t the best man in the world, but he was a great shag.”

“Ok, I did not need that image in my head.” Bucky rubbed his eyes as Loki chuckled.

“I can give you a better one if you like.”

“No thanks.” Bucky shifted to angle his body towards Loki. “So, why do you watch these?”

Loki shrugged. “I think they're fun, and, uh," he leaned closer, "I'm also responsible for a few of them.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Uh,” he paused to take a sip of his beer as he thought. “Bigfoot, but only a couple of the Northern ones.”

Bucky cracked out a laugh. “Oh my god! No way!”

“That’s what the travelers said too.” Bucky laughed again and patted his thigh a few times out of the sheer comedy of Loki's quip.

“What other ones? I’m curious now.”

“You’ll have to be patient. You get that one for free.” Loki gently poked Bucky’s shoulder.

“Can I guess?”

“Guess all you like. You might get it right.”

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Luna stretched out her neck, feeling the joints between her vertebrae crack as she moved. Her first attempt at conjuring her icy complexion returned as a success, but practice makes better, so she geared up to try again, this time with less resistance and shock.

Wrists against her knees, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Loki again. Not on his touch or his austere visage but on his pure essence. She focused on exactly how he made her feel. All the love, safety, and recognition she received in his eyes. It bloomed in her heart like a flower in bright moonlight. Her cheeks quickly grew warm with emotion, so she kept the sensation flowing. It was all working in her favor.

Luna felt it flow and rush through her veins. She felt it under every inch of her skin. There was no need for Loki's touches as he was already within her. An intimate, beautiful piece of him resided deep inside her and now made up a part of her too. He was the butterflies in her stomach, goosebumps up her arms, and pulsing heat in the basket of her hips. She felt it all and let it fill her from her scalp to her toes.

Fingers moving slowly and rhythmically, Luna felt the flow even out into a continuous spring. It moved and felt like how a river sounded: strong and constant. It was everlasting; it was there before her and would be after her, like her culture and ancestors from the mother country. She always took comfort in the thought, and it was such comfort that gave her the confidence to open her eyes.

She gradually opened one eye first, peeking through her lashes and angling her gaze to her right hand. Glittery periwinkle skin met her eye, so she opened the other and lifted both hands into the light. She rubbed her fingers together and felt rough and smooth textures. The roughness came from the gentle frost forming about her skin and smoothness from dampness that had yet to freeze. Luna wondered if it would and how it would look and feel.

The frozen pieces felt hard against her soft skin, but she didn't feel the cold. She barely felt chilly. She hummed in fascination and traced the patterns going up her arms. Again, she wondered how the rest of her body looked. She hadn't had the privilege of admiring herself or Loki if he would let her at all. She wanted him to feel comfortable with her exploring this with him and through him, but he was still hesitant.

Perhaps she was still a bit to blame. She still hid her body from him, her new scars. He knew they were there. Everyone knew they were there, but she hid them from the one person she didn't need to hide from. Loki had already understood her feelings, but her fear of rejection may begin to read as distrust of his word. He would be within reason to doubt her comfort with him, even a little.

But she was comfortable with him, more than anyone in the universe. He knew her body as well as she knew his. Their scars matched, and they shared a piece of each other. He was a part of her most deeply, down to each cell. He moved her, changed her, and protected her.

Excitement gripped her, as did terror. Change is inevitable and a part of life, but she would need to spend time with it and feel it in its fullness by herself. So, Luna swiveled to lie on the mat and closed her eyes. She loved him dearly, and they swore commitment to each other. To know Loki is to love him, and she needed to uphold her part of the bargain. Luna concentrated on holding the gentle flow in her body, but after some time laying in the shade, drowsiness took over and pulled her into a light sleep.

However long her nap was, she couldn’t tell, but she woke up to the feeling of brisk wind and the sharp tickle of grass. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her right. Her gaze fell on a lone rabbit grazing peacefully a few feet away. She gasped upon seeing it, but its ears twitched, and it stopped nibbling, causing Luna to hold her breath. It stood on its hind legs, looked around, and hopped a few feet further away. It had noticed her and gotten scared. Luna didn’t blame the creature, for she was a bit thankful because now she could move without feeling like an imposition.

Discomfort quickly snuck up on her as she shifted her arms to push her body up to sitting. She looked down behind her and cringed. The mat and her shirt were completely soaked, as was the rest of her body.

“Ugh, what?” Luna groaned. She pulled the damp fabric of her shirt, and it occurred to her that as she slept, the accumulated frost had melted and gone the only place it could go: everywhere.

She pulled her shoes on and shuffled into the house, making a mental note to pick up her notebook and mats after she’d dried off and changed. As she itched at her skin under the wet cloth, cheerful voices met her chilly ears.

“You? You were the guy?” Luna instantly recognized it as Bucky.

“The very one.” The other individual was Loki.

“But how’d you get away? He just said there was no trace.”

“Well, you see, it was a careful timing of me jumping into the air and then Heimdall calling the Bifrost.” Luna walked into view, catching the attention of the two. “Darling!” Loki greeted with a bright smile.

“Woah, why are you wet?” Bucky said with great surprise and concern. He eyed her up and down, glanced outside at the clear skies, and looked back at her.

Luna stopped and gestured to herself. "Condensation. This happens when something gets colder than the surrounding air temperature, and," she paused and waved a dismissive hand, "ah, whatever. I’m going to go change.” She took a few more steps toward the staircase and paused. “Oh, what time is it?”

"It's, uh," Bucky began and glanced at his phone, "almost 2."

“Ok. Loki, remember we got the lawyers calling in about an hour.”

"I remember," Loki said lovingly. "You go get comfortable." They waved at each other, and Luna ran up the stairs and out of sight.

“You got to go?” Bucky asked, feeling a little disappointed.

“In an hour,” Loki replied. “What, are you tired of me already?”

Bucky raised his brows. “Seriously? Five seconds after I learn you’re literally D. B. Cooper? The story’s just getting good!”

“How right you are.” Loki held his beer up and took a sip. “Now, where was I?”

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Loki's remaining hour with Bucky came and went, with Luna making one more trip outside to fetch her things. Loki had gone, and now Bucky was alone as he had planned. He finished three more beers and two more mystery episodes before calling it quits. In the silence, he sat staring out the window. He was at a loss for what to do. Steve and Sam were busy chatting away with Tony or their lawyers. He didn't know Wanda well enough to talk to her, and there was a grey area with Natasha that intimidated him. Luna and Loki were also busy with their lawyers, so no fun there either.

Checking the time again, he wondered if he might take a walk by himself. It seemed peaceful outside, and the air looked warm and crisp. He could also talk to someone. But who? Nebula? It had been a minute since he'd seen her, let alone spoken to her. He checked his numbers and debated pressing hers when lo and behold, his phone dinged with an incoming call. Swallowing nervously, he pushed to answer and held it to his ear.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hi,” Nebula greeted back in her trademark rough voice. “I don’t know why I called. Everyone else was making calls.”

“And let me guess, you felt left out?”

“Mm,” she replied. Bucky nodded his head.

“That’s ok. I was thinking about talking to you anyway.”

“About what?” Nebula’s voice seemed to relax, which made Bucky relax.

“Um,” he adjusted his seating position, “how’s your day going?”

“Fine. Humans are nosey,” Nebula chastised.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, they are. So, uh, how are you handling all the attention?”

“It’s awful. And loud. Everyone’s always asking questions.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. I expected as much.”

“What are you all doing over there?”

“Just hanging out with everyone. Loki, most recently.”

“Mm.” Nebula sighed quietly.

“I don’t think he forgives you, but neither would I if I was him. I come pretty close, actually, and I don’t forgive those people.”

Nebula’s voice softened. “What happened to you besides falling?”

Bucky blinked. “You don’t know?”

“Mm-mm,” Nebula hummed.

“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t since you’re from space and all.” There was a pause as Bucky thought of negating what he said, but Nebula spoke up.

“I don’t forgive my father either.”

“Good. You shouldn’t,” Bucky said confidently.

There was another pause on both their ends. Bucky wondered what to talk about next or if Nebula wanted to keep talking to him. He debated offering an out in case she felt unsure about talking, but instead, she changed the subject.

“I liked dancing with you,” she said softly. “I’d never danced before, so it was nice.”

Bucky smiled sweetly, though she couldn’t see it. “I’m glad you did. I liked it too.” He scratched at the fabric of his pants. “Maybe, when this is all over, we could, um,” he cleared his throat, “we could, uh,” he trailed off.

“Ok,” Nebula answered.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah,” she confirmed, seeming just as nervous. “But don’t tell anyone. I have Quill yapping in my ear enough as it is.”

Bucky laughed and heard Nebula snicker on the other end. "Don't worry; I can keep a secret for ya."

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A/N: apologies again for the late update. I’ve been having the hardest time staying motivated and passionate. I feel like my writing doesn’t matter anymore and I try too hard for no reason. I’m also still coming up with more details to push the story forward and sometimes I forget what I have.

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