The air between you was electric, every breath charged with heat and unspoken words. Loki's smirk never faded as he watched you squirm, your fingers clutching the sheets like they could anchor you.

He leaned closer, voice a low velvet murmur that sent shivers through you.

"Gripping the sheets won't help you, darling," he teased, amusement dancing in his green eyes.

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, unsure what to do with yourself. Loki chuckled softly, that deep, dark sound that always made your pulse race.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he lifted one hand from your hip and reached for his golden helmet resting nearby. He took your hand gently, placing it against the cool metal.

"Hold on to this," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "It suits you far better than fear ever could."

You couldn't help but smile, fingers curling around the sharp curve of the helmet, your heartbeat matching the mischievous glint in his gaze.