Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Implicit smut, Desi kinks, Softdom!Loki (yes. that's a warning.) wedding night, reader takes control too. (Lemme know if I missed anything.)
Written in Loki's POV, reader is female.
One-shot | Slow Burn | Wedding Night
Word count: 1.9k
A/N: My first ever fic. This is for all the desi fans of Loki!
Summary: A sweet and implicit desi wedding night sesh with our dear Loki.
Loki's POV
I found her on the floor of the wedding bed room, like the world has drained her out of everything. I couldn't blame her. The wedding was tiresome.
The room was still swollen with ritual, incense clinging to the walls, flowers bruised by too many hands, blessings and mantras ringing throughout the space.
And she sat, like a heap of silk and gold, knees to her chest. She looked like a goddess. Soft eyes, gold adorned hair and skin, a sight I never thought I would be blessed with.
I didn't move for a moment.
It was an instinct to take, muscle memory, one that felt dangerous to do tonight. Because I knew that tonight she needs gentleness, and warmth, which I doubt I could ever provide her with. The night asked me to wait. Almost pleaded. And I gave in.
"My Queen?" I crouched before her. "What is it, that troubles my goddess's head?" I took her hand, gently, and held it close to my chest.
"It is all heavy, my love." She whispered, and my heart clenched.
"Allow me." I guided her to the couch and sat beside her, close... but not touching. Not yet. Distance felt like a quiet mercy. She trusted me, and it pained.
"As gorgeous as you look," I gestured to the spectacle draped around her, "I prefer you without all this."
It was the truth. I didn't want the bride they adorned her into. I wanted her. Unadorned. Unclaimed by anyone but her choice.
"Take them off then." She said, petulant, almost whining.
Ah. There it was.
Something wicked stirred in me, pleased by the invitation. The command disguised as complaint. Well, who am I to deny?
I leaned in slowly, my lips hovering at her ear. "Oh, I will. But not the way you think, my love."
I heard her hitch, and a small smirk made its way to my face.
I began with her bangles. Circles of gold and diamonds which had no business being in her hands, one that belonged to me. I removed them, one by one. A deliberate cruelty to myself. A reminder that though I had her, I never deserved her. No one did.
Her skin was warm, alive, reacting to every brush of my fingers. As if it recognized danger and welcomed it all the same.
I told myself that this was kindness. That I was freeing her from the world's grip and expectations. When in truth, it was just selfish intent.
I wanted to savor her.
The rings came next, and I hesitated a moment before pressing kisses to her fingertips. Reverent ones meant to ground me. It did nothing close to that. The goosebumps in her bare and vulnerable hands felt cruel. Like something that I didn't deserve to give to her.
My hands held her face, her hands falling limp on her laps. Her eyes were hopeful, expectant. For a kiss, and much more.
I denied us both the relief.
Instead, I reached behind her neck, unclasping her necklaces, placing them beside the bangles. Her sharp inhale almost undid me. I closed my eyes, half a second too long.
"What are you trying to do to me?" She knows. It is a distraction. from my own dark desires. My hands went back to her neck, holding it reverently.
I smiled against her ear. "Shh. You're ruining my fun." I relished in her half-lidded eyes.
Pins. Clips. Every ornament that bothered her hair. I removed it, feeling like I was peeling an armour from a warrior who isn't ready yet. She trusted me, and I was a wolf waiting to pounce.
I summoned tissues, wiping her face from the disguise she put today, to please everyone else but me.
The sacred Kumkum in her hairline was yet another reminder, of me claiming her. I kissed it, with aching care. I felt her heart skip a beat.
It wasn't mine to erase. It was mine to protect. And her decision to hold onto it.
The memory still burned into my eyes. Her eyes filled with love and hope when I placed the mark. She leaned onto my chest, like she wanted to belong there. The little tear of joy that escaped her eyes. One that I was unable to wipe off because of the festive. I felt sick to my stomach.
I kissed it again, a promise now. A prayer. A warning to myself.
The mangalyadharanam sat heavy in my hands. I rolled it between my fingers like a truth I wasn’t ready to speak aloud. The hopeful look in her eyes returned and stabbed me in my chest.
"You're mine now..." I whispered, kissing the sacred thread. The words frightened me; with how much I meant more than what I said.
When I reached for her earrings, a confused look crossed her face. And the first crack in my restraint showed itself.
"For what I'm about to do, my love..." I whispered, "We don't want them to prick you." The nose pin came off with that.
Her breath hitched with the implications behind my words, and I smirked. She looked like she was imagining everything that I wasn't saying, the emotions blooming in her eyes.
"There she is..." I murmured, ruffling her hair. "Beautiful. Mine." I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, a small peck. A reward for both of us, for being patient. Her lips chased mine, and I chuckled. "Wait, darling. I haven't finished yet." A playful smile touched my lips at her pout. God, how I wanted to devour that pout.
My hand roamed over her saree. I removed the pins and ornaments attached to it, each leaving a small clatter, as it joined the heap of jewellery on the nightstand.
Her hips bucked when I reached the saree pin below her waist, and I supressed a groan. This woman will end me.
I traced a line along her waist, desire pooling in my gut, and slowly, very slowly, removed the pin. My head spun when she let a ragged exhale, the only sign that she was holding back as much as I was.
"Done, my queen." I whispered. because if I didn't stop myself there, no one could.
Her reply was petulant. Again. "No... These still disturb me." She gestured to her saree.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe, so that I didn't devour her the moment I lost control.
My lips pressed small kisses from her neck to her ear, relishing her shudders. "You're wearing green, love. My colour. I want to drink this in even more." I gently carded her hair, humming in appreciation as her eyes closed shut, enjoying the feeling.
She sat there. Green, and luminous, and unbearable. My colour. My undoing. My fingers ghosted over her skin.
"You're burning me." She whispered. Fuck.
"We have all night, dear. Have patience." It was a reminder for me too. Because if I didn't slow down, I would lose all my sanity.
Undoing her saree was dangerous. Each fold released something feral in me that I kept locked for the years we were together. Behind manners, and smiles. My hand grazed her bare skin and pulled away like it burned me.
And the worst part was that she complied. Sat still, waiting, as I unwrapped her like a gift. I peppered each inch of skin with kisses, as they showed after removing the drapes. She looked like a walking wet dream.
"Fuck... my delectable queen..." I groaned into her neck. "I knew you would look celestial... but fuck, I never anticipated this."
The saree fell to the floor, and her gaze slowly turned into molten tar. I could sense the urgency in her eyes.
"You know... It's not fair." She whispered, pushing me backwards. My eyes widened. "You're fully clothed." Her complaint came out as a warning, before she took the lead, removing each piece of my clothing.
Nothing could've prepared me for that. My eyes pleaded her, to not lose control, to let me savour it, and a wicked gleam crossed her eyes.
And savour she did. Each button, each cloth, falling away with a slowness that mirrored how I did to her. She undid me, turning my restraint against me until my breath betrayed the lie of my composure.
I sucked in a sharp breath when she traced her hand on my bare chest, my hands going to grip her waist, pulling her into my lap. I saw how eager she looked at me, and the pang in my chest grew louder.
"I don't deserve you, my sweet." I whispered. "But Norns help me, I am selfish, and I want to be the only one who deserves you. Tell me, my love. Please. Tell me to be better. Order me, my queen."
A quiet gasp left my lips when she pressed kisses to my face and neck. "You did all that in the rituals, my love." She whispered. "Promised me the universe and beyond. And I couldn't ask for anything better." Something cracked open inside my chest.
I let out a low moan when she pressed a kiss under my ear. "I swear to be anything and everything you wish me to be." I kissed her chest, right above her heart. "I belong to you, my queen, as much as you belong to me."
She answered without words, her hands wrapping around my neck, and I lifted her, placing her on the bed, like she was something precious, and mine to protect.
The question surfaced us. One that would make all this more than what it already is. I didn't want to know if I could. I wanted to know if I should. Her hand gripped mine, holding it to her chest.
Her name fell out of my lips like a prayer. A plea. To tell me to stop. So that I don't corrupt her. So that the beast raging in me doesn't get to her.
She looked at me, and she instantly knew what I was implying, and her gaze turned almost stern. "Loki, my husband?" The title stung my heart. I was her husband now. "Yes, my queen."
"You promised to give me what I wanted, didn't you?" A teasing tone crept into her voice, and I looked down at her, and nodded slowly, unsure where she was taking this. "I did, my love." I whispered.
"Then give me what you're capable of." She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into the bed with her, and I gasped, and steadied myself above her. Her grip grounded me and undid me at the same time.
Fuck it.
"As you wish, my queen." I bucked my hips into her, the cruel satisfaction filling me when she gasped.
I gently pushed her hair out of her face, the only warning I gave before claiming her lips.
I was playing subway surfers and saw pride flags in the new york version with the title "Running Together".... I wanna curl up in a blanket and cry my heart out... THANK YOU SUBWAY SURFERS!!!!!!!!
