Pairing: Loki/Jane

Rating: M

A beloved married couple share a night of stargazing and various activities. ;) AU!

(THIS HAPPENED OUT OF A NEED TO SEE IF I COULD WRITE AGAIN SOOOO— yay for me! What started off as a writing prompt will be a two-shot - maybe three!)

Peering curiously up at the star filled sky while marveling at the differences between Midgard's constellations compared to those of Asgard's, the dark haired son of Odin let out a low sigh before allowing his lips to curl up in a content smile. For so long he had spent feeling very much the outsider in Asgard; particularly once he had found out his true origins as a Frost Giant. The memory of the revelation caused his smile to dim as he recalled the initial argument with the man who he had, for as long as he could recall, thought to be his biological father flickered in his mind.

A familiar presence forced its way through the pains of the past; the particular presence causing Loki's smile to return to its original state. Much like the presence as well as the footsteps stepping lightly along the grass covered yard, it was the owner of said presence that had been the reason he was so successful in recovering from the shocking truth. Of all the people in the nine realms that he had known throughout his lifespan, it was the being whose footsteps were going closer to his person that had been able to give someone such as him a chance at happiness. At first, the individual had been the love of his eldest brother, Thor, but as fate would have it, the connection that he and Thor's love managed to outdo anything the two of them were expecting. It was a connection that he had always wanted, but had never been able to obtain.

The individual whose deeds had been one of the reasons why the dark haired Asgardian was hopelessly in love with moved to stand by Loki; her brunette locks lazily dancing in the night's breeze. Her head tilted up as she, too, took in the night sky. While distinguishing a star between an airplane, Jane remembered why she had come out to join Loki. Two warm cups of tea kept her hands toasty warm, but wanting to do her best to be the considerate wife of the dark haired God of Mischief that she was, she silently offered him a cup. Watching as he accepted the offering, she drew her mug up to her lips before resting the right side of her head on her husband's shoulder; the almost immediate draping of his left arm around her shoulders greeting her as she smiled. Taking another sip of the tea,

"Hey."

"Finished with your latest project?," he murmured before taking another sip of the tea.

She shook her head as she exhaled gradually, "Wish I could say that I was, but the program keeps glitching. So I'm giving up until tomorrow."

"Good. While I do thoroughly enjoy knowing that you're doing what makes you happy, I start to get jealous of that infernal machine. That contraption has somehow managed to get more and more of my wife's attention whenever she's busy tackling an irksome issue," he replied with a faint huff as the thought of setting the aforementioned machine on fire presented itself in his mind; the Prince smiling mischievously.

Remembering moments in the past when Darcy, her intern, had deemed her a work-a-holic with zero chance of recovery, she imagined her continued need to figure out all the unanswered questions that the science community had to offer and more had left her husband wanting of her attention. While the two of them had been married for close to five years, she was grateful for his continued support of her most demanding passion. Thinking to show her endless appreciation for his patience, Jane drew herself up onto her tiptoes and turned her head as she placed a soft kiss on his jaw. The brief look of surprise that was chased away with a pleased smile greeted her as she lowered herself.

"What was that for?," Loki murmured as he turned his head and looked down at becoming wife.

"For your suffering," she exclaimed softly and took another sip of the gradually cooling tea.

Placing the equally cooling tea onto the ground by his feet, Loki stepped away from his dearest wife only to reach for her as he positioned her so she stood directly in front of him. The sound of her confused laughter greeted his ears as he completed the positioned change while he felt the love he felt for this woman fill his thoughts and invade his senses. "You're turning into a version of me, you know," he murmured as he gazed lovingly at the small astrophysicist.

Thanks to the glow of the lights radiating from the small deck that was part of the equally small yet cozy home that the two of them shared, Jane was able to witness the heartfelt intensity that warmed her husband's eyes. Of all the men that she had come across in her lifespan, this lover of mischief had successfully stolen her heart in ways that she had never anticipated. Drawing her free hand up to cup his jaw; the sight of his head turning to kiss the skin below her wrist causing her to let out a surprised gasp before turning his head to continue looking down at her.

"Loki," she whispered softly; her eyes taking in his dark locks that hung over his shoulders.

Grinning deeply at the endless enjoyment of hearing his name coming from his wife's lips, his left hand moved down to trace a slow line along her temple to her chin. "Yes, my Jane?"

"Thank you for being in my life," Jane exclaimed; knowing she sounded silly, but it was her love of the man before her that caused her brain to do dozens and dozens of silly things.

Her admission made his heart feel as if it was going to burst out of sheer enjoyment as he bowed his head; the pointer finger of his left hand curving underneath Jane's chin as he drew her head up just as his lips met hers in a content, loving kiss.

Her free hand slid up to intertwine itself in his thick, raven locks as she returned the kiss with the same amount of love and desire that flowed through Loki's veins. Wishing she could use both of her hands, she found herself resigned to her current predicament and chose to focus her attentions on closing the distance between herself and her tall husband while continuing with the kiss.

The feel of his wife's small form slowly pressing itself against him caused Loki to moan lightly in the back of his throat before pulling away from the kiss as the cool breeze that had previously made the evening pleasant shifted as the breeze gradually became colder. While his lady love was an Aesir like himself thanks to her eating of an apple on the first birthday they shared as husband and wife, the idea of continuing their rather pleasurable activity outdoors in this particular climate was not suitable to him. While he had recently caused his Jane to scream his name loudly during a moment when the two of them had been in the middle of arguing over the placement of a tree in the backyard; the memory of that activity causing him to smirk devilishly before he nudged his thoughts away from the delicious images of leaning over his worn out wife after he had thoroughly made love to her. As the thoughts refused to be forced away, Loki briefly considered Jane's reaction to his asking her if she wanted to recreate last week's outdoor session before another gust of wind caused his hair to raise up against his white button up shirt. Grumbling softly at the ever changing climate that Tromso offered, the Prince of Asgard quietly scooped up his wife; her gasp of surprise reaching his ears as he carried her, bridal style, to the back entrance of their home.

"Hey, what are you doing?", Jane exclaimed, shifting so that the mug of tea she still held onto wouldn't spill onto either of them as she watched as the brightly lit home grew closer. "I thought we were going to watch the stars tonight."

Pausing momentarily; the combined forces of his decidedly sensual thoughts as well as the taste of her lips working together to cause his pants to feel constricting, Loki considered the idea of being able to stay outside while also wanting to lose himself in his wife's embrace. While he had been able to maintain distance from Jane when she was visiting with Darcy or Erik when he felt the roar of arousal flooding his senses, he also recognized that as soon as either of them left, it only took Jane's agreement or refusal for him to give in.

"Love," he began; his voice huskier and lower than usual thanks to the arousal that had been formed, "if we stay out any longer, I'm going to pin you up against that table you insisted on buying," his eyes flickered over to the mentioned furniture before continuing, "and make you scream my name. I promise to make it up to you." He concluded as he made his way up the few steps that supported the deck before using his left hand to draw upon his magic on the door in front of them. As the door accepted his request and opened, Loki made his way into the house before looking down at his silent wife curiously. The sight that greeted him with help from the overhead light filling their kitchen increased his arousal and caused him to smirk in satisfaction. A deep blush flooded Jane's cheeks and her mouth was open as if she had wanted to say something, but had lost the ability to speak.

"Hm; for someone who loves when I tell her how much I love sinki– mmph," the rest of his sentence was cut off as a warm hand covered his mouth; its owner's eyelids widening in shock as her blush deepened.

Chuckling to himself, he opened his mouth and slid his tongue out as the tip of his tongue caressed the smooth texture of her previously kissed palm. As he did so, his right eyebrow raised up in challenge as he was ever curious with her reaction.

Gasping and pulling her hand away from the ticklish sensation, she playfully swatted at his chest; the action causing him to chuckle as he set her down gently as she dropped off the long forgotten cup of tea onto a nearby counter. He loved teasing this woman tremendously; especially when she chose to be in shock. Reality was that he knew she privately loved both his erotic and mischievous sides equally.

"Well? What will it be, darling? The bed or the–," once more his sentence was lost as the soft pressure of her lips touched his. Moaning softly in content, Loki moved his head to better continue the meeting of their lips as he walked backwards. Thankfully he knew the layout of the house; having played a significant part in decorating it along with Jane. Stepping lightly as his mouth opened once more; the tip of his tongue grazing along her full lips as he requested entry into a mouth that distracted him to no end, he felt an armrest of the dark green sofa greet the back of his legs. Grateful that he knew the house's layout as well as he did; memories of nearly crashing into an end table of a hotel room during the beginning of their honeymoon when his wife had decided to surprise him by leaving the bathroom without a towel, he fell back onto the couch while supporting his wife.

Feeling the change in their position, Jane pulled away from the kiss to cast a glance around only to smirk at her husband's expertise in memorizing the first floor's layout. Straightening up, she smiled down at the equally man beneath her as she felt his hands move up to caress her denim clad hips. While she was an Aesir thanks to the apple's power, she had not been able to give up her clothing style; such choices of attire irking the dark haired Prince gazing up at her hungrily.

"Jane.." he whispered while he pressed the proof of his arousal against her; the pressure both easing and increasing the need to be inside of her. How was it possible this woman had the power to cause his blood to roar with both arousal and love was beyond him. He knew, at one point, such an admission would have been too much for him to admit; the very idea that one person could be so much for him seeming only a dream.

Shivering lightly at the sound of her voice emanating from her beloved husband, Jane leaned down to brush her lips against his; the feel of his arousal as well as his lips causing her equally aroused self to ache for more.

"Bedroom?," he suggested as he pulled away from the soft kiss. The sight of her nodding slowly caused him to smile. Sure the couch was comfortable, but with the ideas that he had forming in his mind; the queen sized bed would better suit the activities.

Stealing another kiss, Jane carefully stood up and stood back as her husband joined her; long fingers caressing her face as eyes shone with all of the love and desire that he felt for her. Raising herself up, Jane's lips brushed along Loki's forehead before she stepped down and kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you, Loki."

Lips curled upwards in a loving smile as he returned the kiss; this time to her nose and chin. "I love you, too, my Jane," he brushed a light, teasing kiss along her lips before scooping his wife up once more. While he knew she could walk with ease, he knew he could not resist holding her close to him. Once she was secure; the feel of her fingers twirling lazily around his locks, he walked the two of them up the stairs to their bedroom.