You shrug. “Yeah. When they made the candy they probably thought it would be as sweet as a kiss or something, so hence the name. But I don’t really know. Delicious, though.”
Loki savored the chocolate in his mouth, rolling it back and forth across his tongue before biting down and swallowing it. “Mmm…satisfying enough, but…” he gave an irresistible smirk. “I don’t think it’s quite as delicious as a kiss.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up, but you gaze at him coolly with an eyebrow raised. “Oh? And I suppose you know how good a kiss can be?” you asked.
Loki smirked, not missing the blush in your cheeks, but taking his time, he sat down beside you on the couch, taking another Kiss and eating it. “Oh of course,” he said, licking his lips in a way that made your whole body grow hot. “I’ve had stolen a few kisses or so, and I think I know what it takes to make one very irresistible for a woman.”
Your heart was pounding a little by now and you could feel yourself going pinker, though you were doing your very best to hide it as you roll your eyes at his arrogance. “Oh? I’d like to see you prove it,” you said sarcastically without thinking. Loki’s eyes snapped to your face, grinning wickedly at your unintentional invitation. You could feel your (e/c) eyes widen and your heart stop. What have you done??
“I would be delighted to,” he purred, flashing his white teeth in a devious smile. Before you could protest, Loki’s mouth swooped down on yours in a passionate kiss. You freeze at first, unable to believe that the Prince of Asguard himself was kissing you. But soon, you found yourself melting, unable to resist him. His lips were demanding and passionate, yet was soft and inviting at the same time against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, kissing him back. Humming with delight in the back of his throat, Loki slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the loveseat while his other hand stroked your pretty (h/c) hair, continuing to kiss you fervently. Your trembling arms slipped around his neck, your fingers entwining in his sleek black hair, keeping him even closer to you. Soon his silver tongue stroked your lips, demanding access in. With a moan, you open your lips and his tongue swooped in, claiming your mouth in an even deeper kiss. You could feel your toes curl with pleasure, and you were becoming weaker in his arms, your head high above in the clouds as you kissed feverishly back, tasting the chocolate in his mouth as your fingers tightened in his hair. Growling softly, loving your passion, he broke away from your lips, kissing down your neck. You moan and gasp softly your heart slamming against your ribcage. “L-Loki…”