“More often than not because I forget to take meals at all, brother. Do not take it as a slight against you, you know how I get when I am concentrating!”
She looked up at him, registering the expression that crossed his face. Though he tried to hide his emotions, he was never any good at it, and the comfort and familiarity made her smile. “You seem nervous, brother. Say what you will, and get it over with, I promise I will not bite unless you desire me to!”
Though her banter was playful, she hid the creeping fear, the doubts and insecurity that plagued her mind. Looking at the selection he had chosen, she dismissed some of those whispers, intent on enjoying herself and his company, come what may.
This made the thunderer chuckle, his eyes creasing with humor with the playful edge to her tone. Though he loved her in a more intimate way now, he had always admired her knife-sharp wit, her ability to fashion words into both weapons and pleasure for those around her. Always she had possessed such a sense of humor.
Thor set the tray down on a bureau next to the two of them before turning to face her, his happiness a palpable thing, for surely if she brushed her fingers across his face, she would know for herself how joyous she made him.
“I take no offense - your studies and your craft is important to you, Loki. I would never hold your duties against you in such a manner.” His eyes dropped to her lips, to the plump purse of her mouth, and how it would taste to claim her kiss this morning.
“I wish, right now, to clear the air.” Thor took a breath, meeting the green-fires of his sister’s gaze. “The spell, and how I was overcome - I regret not a thing that happened come the eventide and how we lay together.”
Never had he been one to avoid the subject. This was no exception, especially with a situation so austere.
And damn him, he managed to surprise her, the moment of shock that crossed her face immediately replaced with genuine happiness. No regrets - was that not what she had wished? There were far too many moments spent with restless fear of the unknown, that once he was finished with her, she would be tossed aside, left to yearn for what she had now felt.
Her tongue darted across her lips as she noticed him glancing at them, her throat suddenly closed over with all of the things she wanted to say. “I…I was not expecting you to be so bold about our actions, brother. But I must say, it comes as no small relief that you did not discard me as easily as the other toys you possessed. Do you truly then care for me as I care for you? I fear the day you will grow tired of me, or cast me aside, for I have now been claimed by you, and I would have no other.” She cursed her usually so talented tongue for failing her, swore silently at her emotions for leaving her such a shivering maiden.
There was no humor, no malice, no untruths behind her eyes as she met his gaze, only honest and tentative pleasure. “So knowing this, will you still have me? Can you truly love me as I am, and all that I am? Can you accept the darkness and the light?” She felt young and nervous, shy and almost trembling. “Can you accept me?”