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Loki didn’t like kink.
Sure, he had some weird habits.
He was a shapeshifter for the gods’ sake.
He could change genders.
He could twist himself into anyone’s ideal version if he so chose.
But he didn’t like kink.
No partner in the world could convince him to try a gag, or a chain, or a rope. He didn’t like butt stuff, or most toys.
No, Loki didn’t like kink.
Even the giant wolf thought it was weird he was so into vanilla sex.
But he didn’t care.
None of them had been with him when he was bound and gagged by his own family. None of them had been there when he had been imprisoned on other worlds, dragged in chains, left to wait for rescue when he was too weak for magic.
None of them understood.
Of course, there was that one woman. On Midgard.
She had been petite and fierce. But when he expressed his desire for nothing more than a quick fuck and cuddle, she had smiled, understood.
Dani Grace had been a marvelous fuck.
He wondered what she was up to these days.