[Loki's tongue meets and melds with Leblanc's, but the sound that echoes out of her causes the Aesir a moment of mental pause. The hands on him are pushing against him, resisting him. It's enough for Loki to break the kiss, pull back enough to look at the mage before him. He forgets to censor the conflict on his face, the war between anger and pain strong within him.]
Do not resist me.
[He wants it to sound like a demand -- a threat even -- but he falters and there is an undercurent of something resembling a plea. He has never been too great at masking his emotions when they are as volatile as anger, or anything vulnerable.
His hand relaxes but barely; he has nothing else other than this, and he refuses to stop now.]
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Do not resist me.
[He wants it to sound like a demand -- a threat even -- but he falters and there is an undercurent of something resembling a plea. He has never been too great at masking his emotions when they are as volatile as anger, or anything vulnerable.
His hand relaxes but barely; he has nothing else other than this, and he refuses to stop now.]