She didn't know if it was his magic or his touch or his voice or just how long it had been, but in this moment she would have given him anything he asked. Every bruise, every mark would be worth it, because they showed he'd claimed her. It was all she could do not to rake her nails down his back and leave marks of her own.

"Yes," she breathed, rolling her hips, moving against him, just a little, his heat driving into her like a blade, cutting through any resistance she had to this. "Loki, god, yes..."