His breaths were absolutely needed elsewhere, as were Loki's own. Quiet and breathless sighs, with a hint of whine occasionally or a lower noise in the back of her throat. Indications that they were close, she was close at least, and she had ways to ensure that she did not reach her climax alone. Wrapped around him, their fingers laced, and then Loki felt herself tipping over the edge. A hitched breath, lips against his cheek and then against his ear, with a soft nip too.

She'd warned him she could be ruthless.