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Life has been wild, y'all! But I am here and still ready to post more Loki x Readers! Only one issue now, though hahah
What in the hecks do y'all want? I need something to kickstart my brain back into Loki gear! Especially with the countdown for the second season ticking constantly in my headddd
So please, tell me what you want! I'm willing to challenge my writing with anything! Feel free to comment or send in an ask, but I ask you to reblog this post so that more people can give me their ideas!
Also, I noticed I gained quite a lot of you in my absence, so if you're new here, hello! The name's Kiki, and as you can see I'm so abnormal in the realm of Loki, so enjoy your stay on my blog, and I'll be up and at em again in no time!
Honestly be pretentious as fuck about the stuff you create. Do a press release for your fanfic updates. Do a Q&A about your webcomic. Make fake merch designs for your OCs. Commission "official" book covers. Very few of us will ever get to a stage where something we've created Makes It Big but even if you have an audience of 5 people plus a shoelace fucking indulge yourself and pretend!! It's the only way to live!!
No because wHY IS THIS ME I literally have to rewatch Loki clips to hear his voice and then it’s just “ah Loki would say it like ✨this✨” and then bAM oneshot :)
So I have an idea. For an actual full length fanfic. But I need to know how people feel about it. I haven't really seen any villain arcs when it comes to LokixReaders... Do y'all want one? Like where you as the reader end up as a villain with Loki. Partners in crime, if you will. Slow burn. Drama. Maybe a little bit of a love triangle. I dunno.
I'm not sure if you have ever done a song fic, but I was wondering if I could request one? There's a song called loveletting by V V that would be great for somewhat sad Loki fluff.
I listened to the song and I really, really tried to make this sad but I guess I'm just kinda ass at writing angst? Unless this counts. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!
Loveletting
Loki x Fem!Reader Fluff
W/C: 2113
Warnings: Kinda sad, FLUFF!!, mutual pining, sad childhood??
Summary: After realizing how you truly feel about Loki, you have an upsetting realization and begin to distance yourself from him. But he seems ever so determined to find out why you seem so down.
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"Will that be all, Your Majesty?" Y/N said, keeping her head down in courtesy.
Loki's brows furrowed together at her tone. Her usually bright and cheery attitude had been evidently lacking over the past few days, and his heart hurt for her in ways he couldn't find the words for. He kept his hands clasped behind his back though as he leaned forward slightly and spoke in a lowered voice. "Miss Y/N, is something troubling you?"
The maid's face reddened at the question, and she quickly shook her head. "The Prince should not worry himself over a lowly maid such as myself," she responded, monotone as if reciting it from memory. Loki sighed.
"Very well then, you are dismissed," he replied somberly.
He sauntered over to his studio room, full of daylight from the floor to ceiling windows despite it being as early as it was. He had planned on showing Y/N his most recent painting, but because of whatever was causing her saddened attitude, she had politely refused to spend any time with him in his chambers recently. His mind played memories of the two of them in there together, laughing and recounting stories from their very different childhoods. He had been growing quite fond of their time spent together.
In truth, he had been growing quite fond of Y/N in general.
But something had changed in her life that she wasn't telling him, and it was driving a rift in between them that was making him go mad with concern. He tried asking several times, but each time it was a variation of the same thing: "I'm a maid, and you're a Prince."
He hated that she was hurting and it felt like he could do nothing to ease her pain. As Loki sat in his stool in front of the near-finished painting, an idea sprung in his mind. If Y/N didn't talk to him still after this, he didn't know if she ever would.
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Y/N made her way through the palace corridors and towards the kitchens hesitantly. She was hoping that because of the time, Loki had simply joined others in the dining hall at suppertime and would not call for her again. There was nothing she dreaded more than him asking once again what was troubling her. Because she couldn't tell him.
She couldn't tell him that she was in love with him.
She had realized it a few days prior, particularly when they had been sat on the floor of his studio, mixing paints. It was her favorite part of spending time with him, because it was the first thing he ever taught her to do that she would never have learned without him. Her status never allowed her the free time to do something as frivolous as painting, but being Loki's personal chambermaid had allowed her the leisure time to learn even more so than that.
That day in particular, Loki was recounting something more saddening from his childhood. He spoke of his ignorant father and attention-seeking brother always casting shadows over everything he did. That despite his intellect and wit, he felt useless because all his father cared about was physical strength and charm - both things Thor had always possessed and Loki had lacked. He had everything in his life decided for him, and he never got to leave the palace, and all for what? So he could sit and watch his brother be king?
Y/N had paused crushing a particularly light blue rock into powder to look at Loki's hunched frame as he continued to stir a green pigment into the egg white. It felt like she was seeing him for the first time that day. The real him. Not the Prince or the younger brother or the 'failure' of a son. But Loki.
Loki loved painting and the color green and winter. He loved long strolls through the gardens and desserts and tea. He wanted to travel and learn more difficult magic and marry and have kids. He had dreams.
She had reached out and placed her hand atop his, to which he had paused his stirring to bring his blue eyes to her soft gaze. Y/N's heart fluttered at the pure longing she saw in his eyes - longing to be wanted, longing to be cared for, longing to be loved. Suddenly, she felt all his sadness at once. He had always been alone. Much like Y/N had been, since being sent here to the palace to work. Seeing his longing brought her own loneliness to the forefront of her mind, and her eyes had darted down to Loki's lips before quickly locking back with his eyes.
He smiled at her and she returned it, before resuming her work at turning the blue rock into pigment. She had felt light and airy for the remainder of the day, until she left his chambers later on for her nighttime routine. Reality had crashed through her.
Although he made her feel special when she was in his personal chambers, sitting in his studio, and enjoying his company, she was a servant of the royal family. She was supposed to wash his linens and scrub his toilets and be grateful enough to eat off of the very floor he walked upon. He could never court her because she was nothing and he was a Prince. They could never be together.
So Y/N began to distance herself from the prince, starting with only staying in his chambers long enough to perform her mandatory duties and nothing more. He had asked almost immediately why she was down, his brows furrowed in the cute way they do when he's confused. She almost broke her resolution to distance from him immediately just so she could ease his concern, but she didn't. And he seemed to feel particularly dejected, which only made her feel guilty.
The next few days only grew harder as she continued to deny Loki. She began to resent going up to his chambers, as it only made her feel worse each time. He hadn't stopped trying to decipher the reason behind her sorrow yet, so as she turned the corner and entered the kitchens to collect his dinner, she hoped it would be a quick visit.
Y/N waved to one of the kitchen staff, who pointed in the direction to a rather large platter of various foods. There was far too much food for Loki to eat alone, and she wondered if maybe he had a guest with him. She carried the platter up several flights of stairs and down several corridors until she finally made it to his doors, and she knocked gently.
Loki opened the door almost immediately, as if he was waiting for her. He greeted her (which only made Y/N's heart flutter, much to her annoyance), and stepped aside for her to bring the food to his sitting area. After she set the platter down on the coffee table, she looked around to see if someone else would be joining him, but nobody else was in his rooms. As if reading her mind, Loki spoke.
"Before you go about denying my request, hear me out. Please," he pleaded, holding his hands out in front of him as if in surrender. Y/N sighed, but allowed him to continue. "I had more than enough food made so you can join me for dinner. I understand you must be spending less time with me for a reason, and I want to know it. I hate to do this, but if you refuse me, I will order you to sit and eat with me."
Y/N scoffed. He knew she couldn't deny an order, and he was using that against her. If anything, this only sealed her proof that they couldn't be together. She couldn't exactly order him to do anything and have it turn out positive.
So she sat down in the loveseat with the Prince and waited for him to ask. He stared at her with curiosity in his eyes and then smiled. "Eat something, my sweet. I promise it's not poisoned," he joked. But she didn't find it funny.
"With all due respect, Your Highness, I request that you please stop calling me that," she said, looking away from him as she did so. Loki gave a crestfallen look and his shoulders fell slightly.
"Oh, I-I apologize. I hadn't known that made you uncomfortable." He reached towards the platter of food and plucked a grape from its vine. Y/N decided to grab a small slice of bread, just to keep the Prince from uttering another instance of her eating something. Loki chewed slowly, watching her again with curiosity before getting right to it.
"Y/N," he spoke softly, reaching out to grab her hand. She flinched away from his touch, so he sighed. "Please, tell me why you're pulling away from me. I thought we were getting along quite well, and I do not understand what I did wrong."
The girl felt her heartstrings being pulled. She hadn't meant for him to feel as if he had done something wrong. She only wanted to spare herself the pain of rejection. But in doing so, she had completely disregarded the possibility that maybe he had felt some sense of care for her.
"W-Wha- Loki, no! Nothing is your fault," she stuttered, forgetting all formalities and reaching forward to grab his hand. "I just- I can't- UGH!" she continued, frustration growing at the situation. Why did this have to be so hard?
Loki met her gaze gently. "If it's not my doing, then what am I missing?"
Y/N sighed, realizing that she can't lie any longer. She looked down at her hands that she placed in her lap and spoke barely above a whisper. "Loki... I realized something and it's breaking my heart... Y-You're a Prince, and I, a maid. I've grown so fond over you in these past months, but I can't ever be with you..."
Loki looked dumbstruck for a moment. Was she professing her love for him? Or was he just that naive? "Whatever are you talking about, Y/N?"
She looked up and met his blue eyes once more. "I-I'm in love with you, Loki... But it doesn't matter, because you can't ever court me. I'm not allowed to be close with you, and we've already broken enough rules by doing things like this," she said, gesturing to the platter of food. Loki took her hands in his suddenly and scooted closer to her.
"Y/N," he said softly. "I reciprocate your feelings. I-I'm... in love with you as well. But what you speak of is nonsense. My father has never cared who I spend my time with, knowing that I will not be King. I would only court you publicly if that is what you wished. But it is not a requirement."
Y/N's heart swelled at Loki's words. "R-Really?" she asked, which only made Loki smile and chuckle. Without another thought, she leapt forward and encased Loki in a tight hug, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "Oh Loki, these past few days have been so miserable without you," she said, holding back a sob. He hugged her back, stroking her hair and shushing her.
"My sweet," he whispered. "Please promise me something, will you?"
Y/N sat up from his arms and nodded eagerly. "Anything."
He reached up and wiped a tear away with his thumb, caressing her cheek in the process. "Promise me you'll tell me from now on anytime something is wrong. You worried me a great deal these past few days, and I wish I had known you felt this way earlier, that way I could have stopped trying so hard to impress you." He chuckled and she joined him, feeling relief and love for the first time in the past few days. She couldn't take it any longer and she reached over and planted a quick kiss to his lips, very much to his surprise.
When she pulled away, Loki looked absolutely smitten. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her back in for a longer, slow kiss that felt like every single ounce of love he had in him was being poured into. It left Y/N breathless, but she didn't care.
They were two lonely hearts, beating as one, in sync for the first time.
Soapy water splashes across your hands as you swirl the blue sponge around the dirty plate. Your hips sway to the beat of the song playing in your headphones, and you sing along to the lyrics quietly as you continue washing the last of the dishes. Surprisingly enough, chore time is one of your favorite parts of the day, because you get to dance around and sing and get into such a groove that you forget that you're even doing chores.
Once you place the last dish into the dishwasher, you start it up and bring the damp sponge around your countertops, scraping away any remaining crumbs from making your dinner earlier. You continue jamming out to your music as you grab the broom and pretend to use it as a microphone, swinging your head from side to side and acting as if you're performing in front of an audience.
You giggle to yourself as you sweep your kitchen, finally finishing the last of your cleaning routine. Your heart beats a little faster as you realize what that means - bedtime! Your favorite part of your day.
Your friends would poke fun at how much you enjoyed going to bed. They would tease the idea of why you enjoyed it so much with big imaginations, which would always succeed in bringing a blush to your cheeks. They may have been joking but they were always spot on as to why you wanted to go to bed.
It meant personal time. You time.
You first noticed how much you needed release at the end of your days when you were still younger and curious. Then, you were still ashamed of yourself for wanting it, but now you embraced it. Your fantasies ranged from lighthearted, vanilla reveries with random people you found attractive throughout your day to sultry, erotic daydreams with people you shouldn't think of like that.
But recently you had come across an idea from a book you were reading in your free time. It spoke of rituals performed by ancient civilizations to enhance sex. Your interest piqued and you had taken to the internet to learn more. Much to your surprise, the world had a lot to offer you in the knowledge of sex magic - and you had become particularly fond of one god in particular to pray to during your little sessions.
The first time you whispered his name while your hands roamed your body, you hadn't felt much different. Nothing seemed to change, and your release was more or less the same. The second time revealed the same outcome. So had the third.
But it was the fourth time, when your hands trailed down to your core slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake, that you had whispered his name and felt a rush of excitement flow through you that you'd never felt before. It was like your senses had been dialed past sensitive, and every single thing you felt became more noticeable - the bedsheets beneath you, the cool air surrounding you, the change in your breath as your fingers finally grazed your folds. You had also sworn you felt something brush your ear that night while you moaned his name out to your ceiling, but you didn't know if it was just your heightened senses making your hair more noticeable or if something - or someone - was there. But when you had opened your eyes to investigate, your room was exactly how it was when you had started - empty.
Now, you try to calm your excitement as you wander to your bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth so you can go straight to sleep once you finish. You close your bedroom door behind you afterwards, and begin to strip your clothes, barely able to conceal your excitement anymore. You light one of your candlesticks and then use it to light the others around your room. Then you slide onto your bed and focus your breathing down to a slow, rhythmic pace.
You imagine the god you were praying to for the past few nights in your head. His tall, chiseled body towering over you. His strong hands caressing your soft skin. His blue eyes staring down into yours with lustful mischief. Once you have a strong vision, you begin your prayer.
"Loki..." you whisper, sliding your hands up your thighs slowly, imagining them being his own. "Please, bless me with your presence tonight..." Your hands reach your stomach, twisting and continuing up to your breasts, flicking your nipples with slight urgency as your excitement builds. "I beg you, Loki, make me feel... amazing..."
For a moment, nothing happens, and you wonder if maybe your last night was nothing more than a fluke. You could have just been on the right day of your cycle, or eaten something in particular that heightened your arousal.
Disheartened, you huff. Surely you could still find release without the same feelings as the night before? It wouldn't exactly be hard, you've been doing this for years. You decide to revel in the fantasy of Loki being here anyways, and after a few moments, your fingers are swirling perfect circles around your clit with urgency. You know how to get yourself there - you learned very quickly what did and didn't feel great. You say his name, calling out to your ceiling in the dim lighting. But for some reason, you can't. Quite. Get. There.
After your third time of getting oh so close but losing the building feeling quickly, something like a desperate whine leaves your lips.
"Oh, it burns you, does it not?" a deep voice asks from your bedside. Your hands flinch up from your needy core and your eyes shoot open, landing on a tall, shadowed man standing beside your bed with a smirk upon his lips.
You should be screaming. Slipping out of your bed and making a run for your phone that you stupidly left in the bathroom in your eagerness. Asking him who he was. How he got in your apartment. Anything. But for some reason, you feel absolutely frozen, staring up into blue eyes that seem almost... familiar.
"L-Loki?" you whisper, and the shadow lets out a low chuckle.
"So she speaks," he says. He stalks around your bed now with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes roaming your still-naked body out and on display in the candlelight. You self consciously press your thighs together, which brings another chuckle from Loki, now on the opposite side of your bed. "Nervous, are we?" he asks, reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair from your face. You flinch at the contact - not because of fear, but because it almost felt like lightning shot through your skin where he touched you.
"W-Wha-" you begin, wanting to ask what he could possibly be doing in your room, of all places. You hadn't even known he was real, let alone that he could hear prayers. But he cuts you off by pressing his finger to your lips and shushing you gently.
"Oh, starlight, you've got so many questions running through that pretty little head of yours," he says. "Need not worry yourself with those now. We both know it doesn't matter."
Your brows furrow together at his comment, causing him to straighten his back, retreating from you and narrowing his eyes. "Oh, so you choose to feign innocence in the wake of my presence?" he asks. Your unwavering expression of confusion makes him smirk again. He walks away from your bed and to one of your bookshelves. He pulls out a particularly pretty-covered one, tracing the title slowly with his long index finger. "You've been wanting me to show up, darling. That's why you pray to me, each night when you plunge your fingers into that tight little cunt of yours." He places the book back into its place and turns back to face you. "You can claim innocence, you're nothing but a filthy little whore, aren't you?"
Heat rises to your cheeks suddenly as you struggle to process his words. The past few nights that you had been praying to Loki, lust-filled voice calling up to your ceiling and hands pleasuring where you wanted it most, he had been listening, watching even. He knew you were praying to him. He responded to you last night, when everything felt different. That was him. He made you sensitive to every little thing going on. He had brushed your ear, probably doing exactly what he had just done now - tucking a strand of your hair away from your face.
Your eyes finally refocus on his blue ones, trying to find the words to defend yourself. But before you can manage even a single syllable, he disappears and reappears on top of your body, forcing his leg between your thighs and pinning each of your wrists beside your head. "You're clearly inexperienced in the art of sex magic. So I'll let you in on a little rule that you broke, sweetling."
His breath is hot against your skin as he leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're not supposed to come until the deity you're praying to allows you to do so. And how many times have you come undone at the thought of me, hm?" A shiver runs right down your spine and decides to settle in your stomach as your heart thrums rapidly in your chest. How many times had it been? Easily a couple dozen, and mostly from just the prior night, as your heightened senses had made it easier to go for another round nearly immediately after a climax. Loki snickers in your ear, almost as if he heard your thoughts.
"Oh, how most certainly unfortunate this will be for you, my sweet," he says, leaning back up to look into your eyes with lust. "I guess you'll have to make it up to me."
Without giving you a moment to process your thoughts about the matter, Loki presses his lips to yours, kissing you with an urgency you didn't know a god could possess. He forces his tongue inside your mouth and explores with curiosity, pressing his body to yours.
You're completely pinned to the bed underneath him, unable to move. His leg presses into your cunt, causing friction on your swollen nub. You find your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth kissing him back, and before you know it, a deep moan rumbles in your chest. How long has it been since a kiss felt this good to you? How long has it been since you have messed around with someone else? Even with the heightened senses of last night clear in your memory, it still hadn't felt this good. You could come alone from the friction and the heat of this kiss if it wasn't for the fact that he pulls away to look into your eyes once more.
A shy whine sounds from your throat, and Loki's kiss-swollen lips quirk up into the same smirk as before. "I was right, you are a little slut for me," he says, sitting up and pulling his dark green tunic up and over his head. Your eyes wander over his bare upper half with lustful eyes. You spent the past week imagining this body, but none of your wildest fantasies even compare to the masterpiece before you now. You reach out and trace a finger down his torso, much to his surprise. His head falls back as a groan rumbles in his chest. You continue to trail your finger down, down, until you reach the waistband of his pants, and he quickly snatches your wrist up in his hand. "Patience, sweet thing," he growls, pushing you back to the bed and crawling backwards on the bed until his head is level with your thighs.
You watch on with eagerness, forgetting completely about his words from before. His blue eyes look almost predatory as he stares at your body, leaning down and nipping at your thigh. You suck in a breath through your teeth, and your hips buck forward slightly. He places a hand firmly on your abdomen, warning you with his eyes to keep still. You try to (you really do), but every time his teeth catch the skin of your thighs, you jolt. You're sensitivity is going to get you in trouble.
But right when you think you can't take it anymore, he slides his index finger gently up your folds, making you shiver and squeak in delight. "You're already so wet, and I've barely done a thing," he says, bringing the finger to his mouth and licking your slick from it. The lasciviousness of the sight makes you throw your head back onto the pillow. He just looks so... divine. The picture of sexual nature. The perfect being of desire alone. He makes a sound very similar to when someone takes the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. It makes your cheeks heat up.
"Staring is rude," Loki says, smirking at you and now undoing his pants. He shifts on the bed again and your heart drums excitedly in your chest despite his comment. You're overcome with the desire to have him fill you completely, and as if sensing your sudden eagerness for him, he slows his movements to a teasing pace. His eyes stare at your body hungrily as he waves his hand. You watch in awe as a shimmer of green flows from his fingertips.
But when you go to shift and get a better look, you realize that you can't move. Your arms are restrained by some invisible force above your head. Loki snickers as he watches the confusion on your face. "Oh dearest pet, your innocence in the matter of magic is quite entertaining," he says. In one quick movement, he spreads your legs and aligns his cock with your dripping core. "But if you don't mind, I would much rather be making you scream my name." And with that, he shoves his entire length into you, making you throw your head back and let out a slightly pained sound. But the jolt of pain is quickly replaced by the feeling of pleasure, and your breath heaves in time with his. Your walls stretch to accommodate his rather sizeable member, and he seems to be relishing in the feeling of simply being inside you.
You desire to touch him - to run your fingers through his dark strands and dig your nails into his back. But with the restraints holding your arms up above you, all you can do is stare and admire the feeling of him. He feels your eyes on him and looks up finally to meet them. Something absolutely primal fills his expanded pupils, and your body seems to react by mirroring it.
Every little twitch of his still cock inside your walls sends a flurry of butterfly-like pleasure through your body. You can smell your arousal, his thin layer of sweat, the candles you lit. Every single thread of the silk bedsheets beneath your skin is giving you goosebumps, and you can hear Loki's shuddery breath perfectly.
He did it again. He heightened your senses.
"Listen, pet," Loki starts, and his voice sends another shiver down your spine. "Do not come until I tell you to, or I promise, you won't like the consequences that follow."
He pulls away from you just enough that the red tip of his cock rests just inside you, and then without warning, he begins a dreadfully leisurely pace of fucking you. You moan out despite the slow thrusts, but feel panic in your chest as you realize that you're already so close. "L-Loki-" you whine, not really knowing what else to do.
"Ah, ah, my sweet. I told you that you would be making it up to me. But maybe if you're a good little fucktoy for me, I'll let you come eventually," he says, picking up his pace. You bite the inside of your cheek and pull against the restraints desperately. You don't know how you'll be able to keep yourself from climaxing when this just feels so good.
Loki lifts one of your legs up and onto his shoulder, positioning himself to hit your g-spot, and you swear you're seeing stars at the intensity of the feeling. He moans out now with you, planting feverish kisses to your thigh as he continues to quicken his pace.
"That's it, slut. Take my cock. Revel in the feeling of nothing else but me. Fill your senses with me. Say my name," Loki says between shuddery breaths. You barely hear him over the sounds of your moans and the provocative slaps of skin on skin.
"Lokiii," you moan, and he seems dissatisfied.
"I said, say my name," he repeats.
"L-Loki!" you say louder. He groans and throws his head back.
"Say my name!" he growls as he chases his climax.
"LOKI!" you practically scream as he pounds into you. You feel your vision going blurry with the effort you're putting in to not come undone. Loki's raven hair is falling from it's neat slick backed place and his thrusts get sloppy.
"Go ahead, precious. Come for me," he says. He barely finishes the words before you scream out, your eyes seemingly blacking out as your climax crashes over you with such ferocity that you can barely breathe. His own quickly follows, pounding into you relentlessly and whispering praises the entire time as he fills you with his hot seed.
You don't regain your sight until he pulls his softening cock from you, chest still heaving from the intensity of his undoing. He brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and flashing you a cocky grin. He climbs back over you, his eyes still filled with desire. Genuine fear makes your blood run cold.
How could he possibly still be aroused after that?
"You did so well for me," he says, placing a finger beneath your chin. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, studying your exhausted face with curiosity. Suddenly, he grabs your chin assertively. "You're mine now, pet. Do you understand?" You nod to the best of your ability. "Words, darling."
"I-I understand," you stutter out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name minutes before.
"Good. Now flip over and put your pretty little ass in the air for me. I'm not done with you yet."
@chocolatechipkiki I was wondering if you could make a master list of all your works? They are amazing!!
Hi!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to finally get to this! Life’s been hectic! I only have four oneshots out right now, BUT I’m sure I will have more fairly soon as things start to fall back into routine with the end of summer!
Warnings: Absolutely large amounts of fluff up ahead! That's it!
Summary: Loki and you were spending the evening of your anniversary in a calm and gentle way. During your time together, Loki brings up the first time you two realize the other had feelings for them and enjoys recounting the story to you as you loved.
This is written for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration! It's only my fourth finished one-shot for Loki ever, so I hope I actually meet some of your standards! I used the prompt "Are you really so oblivious?" which I put in bold in the text!
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"Do you remember when you found out that I had feelings for you?" Loki said, his eyes crinkled up in delight. His cheeks were pink in the soft candlelight and he held a glass full of wine, leaning against the marble countertop of the washroom.
Y/N, seated in the bathtub a few feet away, giggled and set her own glass down. "By the norns, Loki, why must you always bring this up?" she asked, but her tone told him she wanted to relive the memory anyways. Loki smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Honestly, I still don't know how you couldn't tell I was madly in love with you," he said. "I was a righteous and noble Prince, yet I was nothing more than a muttering mess when you were around." He pushed himself off the counter and closed the distance between the two of them, sitting down on the edge of the tub and tucking a few wet strands of Y/N's hair behind her ear. She smiled, looking into his blue eyes with pure adoration.
"Yet you never told me anything until you were jealous of your brother," she quipped, wriggling her eyebrows at him. He chuckled, a delightful sound that Y/N would never grow tired of hearing. She smiled as he recounted the two days leading up to his jealousy, his smile never leaving his lips.
It had been the middle of winter, and Y/N was good friends with both of the Odinsons since meeting them the year prior. The three of them did everything together - so much so that Y/N had to designate times to spend alone with each of them, or they would bicker and send her into a flurry of chastising. These two particular days had been exceptionally hard on Loki, as his mother was off with Odin, writing up a peace treaty with the neighboring realm. Loki hadn't spent much time away from Frigga, and the toll it was taking on him hadn't been especially kind.
Y/N was patient with him, though. She had slept in his room so he wouldn't be alone. It spoke novels to Loki, as he was afraid to even ask something of her to begin with, and she had offered to do so before any words left his mouth. But Loki had woken to an empty room the next morning, which left him rather crestfallen.
Y/N was off spending time out in the city with Thor and Lady Sif, commissioning a weapon smith for new daggers. They decided to make a day out of it - buying goods from stalls filled with burly men that intrigued them and snacking on treats from plump women that knew how to bake. There was lots of laughter as Thor recounted the many battles he experienced with Sif, always ending in her punching him on the arm playfully. As time went on, the sun began to set, and the three of them made their way back to the palace.
When they arrived, they found Loki in the dining hall, sitting alone with a book and a few plates of barely touched food. He hadn't looked up when they entered rather noisily, still laughing with each other over some story of Thor mistakenly fighting a rock. As they sat down, Loki stood up. Y/N attempted to make conversation with him, but he didn't acknowledge her once - leaving the room and his dinner behind.
Y/N paid no mind to his lack of openness, and instead drank heavily with Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three as they joined them for the meal. She fell asleep that night in her own room, and woke up long after the sun had risen the next day. When she had come down to the dining hall again for breakfast, Loki was nowhere to be seen, and she hadn't noticed again because Thor was already being his usual, loud self. He greeted Y/N with eagerness, asking if she was still on for their spar session in a few. She agreed, and the two of them headed out to the training grounds after she shoveled some eggs into her mouth quickly.
It was in the silence of the courtyard that Y/N finally realized how absent Loki had been, so she asked Thor if he knew anything.
"Is there ever a time where there's not something wrong with my brother?" he retorted, grabbing the wooden hammer off of one of the weapons racks. Y/N sighed as she took hold of the wooden daggers.
"I know Loki usually gets like this when Frigga leaves, but this time it feels... Different." She took her fighting stance, beckoning Thor to make the first move. He only laughed, throwing his head back and placing a hand to his stomach.
"The words 'Loki' and 'different' always seem to find themselves in the same sentence," he said, smiling down at Y/N with amusement. "But I don't see this as anything out of the ordinary." He patted her on the shoulder and took his fighting stance. "Come on, Lady Y/N, I don't want you distracted while I kick your ass."
The two of them sparred for hours, keeping warm against the cold winter air by keeping their bodies moving. But soon the chill was too much and snow started falling, so Y/N sought refuge inside. She wandered to the library for her upcoming "date" with Loki as she settled on the idea of waiting in front of the fire in there for him to show up.
To her surprise, she found Loki already splayed out on his back in front of the fireplace reading as usual, and his eyes darted to meet hers as she approached him. She knew her footsteps were silent, but he still was aware of her presence. He quickly sat up and drew his legs underneath him, leaning back against the bottom of the love seat that sat opposite of the fireplace.
Y/N continued making her way to him and plopped down next to him, leaning over to see what he was reading. "What's this? I thought we were reading something else, today," she said cheerily. He only shrugged his shoulders in response, so she continued. "Thor and I had a wonderful time outside today. But the sky had other plans for us, and we had to come inside early. Maybe we can go for a stroll in the snow later. I know how much you love this type of weather." She smiled at him, but he paid her no mind as he continued to stare at the pages in his hand. Her brows furrowed and she reached over to place a hand on his thigh, but he tensed so quickly that her hand paused mid air, before dropping back down to her lap. "Are you okay, Lo?" she asked, hoping the nickname only she was allowed to use would make him ease up a bit.
It only made him tense more, and he rolled his eyes before dropping the book down to his lap rather aggressively. "No, Y/N, as a matter of fact, I'm not okay," he said. Hearing his voice made her relax a bit. He's not giving her the silent treatment anymore, at least. But his tone was off, and she assumed it to be because of Frigga's absence.
"Hey, you know she will return tomorrow, right?" she said softly, hoping to rid him of his worries. Loki scoffed and went back to his book. Y/N's face reflected confusion as she turned so her whole body was facing him. "Is that not what troubles you?"
With a huff he set his book down again, turning to face her now. "Are you really so oblivious?" he asked. When Y/N's face showed no recognition, he placed a hand to his temple and closed his eyes.
"Loki, I'm so confused," she said, now placing her hand on top of his. He pulled back and stared into her eyes with a look of longing.
"You spend the entire night in my room, and what, you think because I miss my mother?" he spit, hurt clouding his tone. "Then you abandon me before the sun even rises, spend the entire day with my brother, and still you have no idea what could possibly be souring my mood?"
Y/N's heart flutters as she looks at him, but her mind screams warnings at her. She had always been so careful around him - not because he was fragile, but because, selfishly, she didn't want to ruin the moments between them that she found herself looking forward to every day. She had suspected that there might be more to her longing to lie next to him as he read the newest stories of the books he collected, but she told herself time and time again that if he had felt the same way about her, he would have said something. For him to be confirming her suspicions now, after all this time... Surely she must be misunderstanding.
Searching his eyes for some hint that he was messing with her, Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again as the words refused to form coherent sentences in her head. Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment at her insensibility. The only thing she could squeak out was a measly little "I'm sorry," before she grabbed his hands and held them. She turned them over in her own, admiring each and every crease of his palms, every ridge of his knuckles, and the curve of his perfectly manicured fingernails. He simply let her, feeling his frustration dissipate with her warm touch complimenting his cool temperature.
After sitting like that for a long while, Loki finally looked up and met her gaze with hesitation. He now searched her eyes for any trace of uneasiness before he found himself leaning in slowly. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced down at his lips, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to press her own to them with feverish desperation. But Loki paused when they were inches apart, and his voice lowered to an unsteady whisper, her name spilling out of his mouth so delicately, she wished she could reach out and capture the sound forever.
"By the norns, I have dreamt of telling you how I feel for many moons, but every time I wanted to, I couldn't find the words..." he said, lifting his hand to brush a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes gently, leaning into his touch like she needed it. Her heart drummed symphonies in her chest, and he didn't move his hand away immediately. Surely he could feel how quickly her blood flowed through her body with the flittering pulse in her neck, but if he had, he paid it no mind as he spoke the words she had been longing to hear. "I have loved you from the moment we met, darling."
Y/N chanced opening her eyes and was met with the most adoration filled expression she'd ever seen. She felt her heart now skip a few beats as her body took over, placing her hands to his shoulders and pulling him forward until their lips met. She kissed him gently, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids as his hands snaked down to her waist. He held her firmly, like she would change her mind if he wasn't careful enough. When they finally pulled away, Y/N placed her forehead to his and smiled sheepishly.
"I love you, too, Loki," she said, lacing her fingers into his black strands and stroking his scalp with soft precision. She had done the same thing many times before, but something else sparked a different noise to escape his kiss-bruised lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.
"Stars, sweetling, I've waited eons to hear those words from your lips," he said breathily, his smile giddy as he pulled back to properly look at her. "And I've never imagined they would sound this good."
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Y/N giggled as she downed the last sip of wine in her glass. Loki leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Those words still make my knees weak and my head spin when you say them," he said, pouring warm water on her shoulders. He had begun bathing her as he recounted the delightful story, and she was loving every second of it. She smiled up at him, setting her empty glass down and relishing in everything about this moment.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated, watching as his lips quirked up into that smirk of his she loved so much. Loki chuckled and rubbed circles into her wet back, leaning over and pulling the drain plug.
"If you want to ruin the magic of those words darling, I promise you'll need to do a lot more than echo them at me. I could listen to you say that all day." He stood and grabbed a few towels, wrapping them around Y/N as she stood and stepped out of the tub. He leaned down and pecked her nose, which only made her giggle incessantly as he lead her out of the washroom. He dried her off with the towels and took them back over to the basket next to the washroom door. While he did this, she slipped into the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard.
Loki undressed, joined her in bed, and laid his head on her lap. Y/N reached to scratch his scalp out of habit, and he let out the same loving groan he did every time since that day. "I still love when you do that," he said, letting his eyes close as he relished in the feeling.
"And I still love you," Y/N responded, leaning her head back and sighing peacefully. Loki smirked once again, nuzzling his head further into her hands.
the best part about being a writer is being able to erase your mistakes. the worst part about being a writer is never making any progress because you're too busy erasing mistakes.
Warnings: Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Established Prior (Somewhat Manipulative) Relationship, Implied Cheating, Implied Smut, Fingering (for like a second, chill); Let me know if I missed anything!
Summary: Loki and you had dated before, when, I'm not sure - you make it up. But it was a rocky relationship full of sex and (unfortunately) manipulation. The two of you had broken up and moved on, but you end up accidentally bumping into each other and rehashing unresolved sexual tension :)
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Loki shoves you against the door, his hands on your waist and lips against yours in pure passion. You drink up every part of the moment, your hands in his hair, feeling the soft, black strands as if they're water and you've been in the desert for months. Your heart is drumming songs in your chest, your mind spinning with emotions and memories. You break the kiss to look into the striking blue eyes you've missed so much.
"We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper breathily. Your chest aches for you to kiss those soft lips of his again, but doubt makes your brows furrow together.
He merely chuckles - if you could call it that. His lips quirk up into a smirk, but the sound stays deep within his chest, vibrating your hands that now rest upon it. He says nothing in response, just presses his lips back to yours and you find your eyes fluttering shut again, your body screaming at you to continue. But still, you pull away once more. "Your girlfriend..." you say, trailing off. What should you be saying? That she'll find out? That this is cheating? You can't find the words, so you just continue looking up into his eyes.
He looks down into yours, that cocky smirk finding it's way to his lips again. "And your boyfriend," he says, his voice deep and gravely with lust. With one hand, he takes your chin and tilts your head up, but you keep averting his gaze. He frowns and whispers, "Look at me." You whine, your shoulders slumping in doubt, so he repeats himself. "Look. At. Me."
You comply, your wide eyes filled with want - no, with need. You need him; you always have. But your brows still crease with worry, so he speaks again. "Look at you, still so unsure of yourself." He leans down and plants a soft kiss to your shoulder, which earns a sharp intake of breath through your teeth. "Yet your body seems to remember how much you love me just fine."
"I'm not the same person I used to be," you say, grabbing up the cotton of his green shirt into your hands. You push him back slightly - much to his surprise - and take advantage of his slight confusion by fervently pressing your lips to his. It leaves him breathless for a moment, his heart fluttering in his chest at your confidence. But he regains his composure, gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him.
"But you still love me," he says against your lips.
"I don't know you."
"But you could," he whispers, his hand brushing some of your hair out of your eyes as he pulls away. You frown in the way you used to all the time, jutting your bottom lip out slightly and looking at him with those big, innocent eyes of yours.
"What if I don't like the man you've become?" you ask, your voice filled with fear.
He ponders your words for a moment, his breath heavy as he stares down at you with his piercing eyes. You swear that he can read your mind with them, as if he just looks into your eyes and sees your thoughts written out before him. His words clear your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.
"You know I'd change for you. Just as you have for me," he says, and your brain fumbles for a second as you try to decipher the tone in his voice. Is it fear? Regret? Hesitation? No. It's slower than that. Calculating. Teasing.
It's manipulation.
"You've never changed for me," you spit, your heart racing. He leans back down, shoving your back against the wall behind you and trailing a hand down your pants.
"Yet you still come running back every time," he whispers against your ear, which sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers graze your panties, making your breath waver. "Your body craves me, even if your mind doesn't. And I've barely even touched you." Your eyes close as he pulls your underwear aside and feels your slickness. Loki scoffs mockingly. "You're so wet, and because of what?"
You turn your head to the side as your cheeks warm with embarrassment. "You don't know me anymore," you say, your voice shaky with arousal.
"Ah, but I don't need to in order to make you my slave again." He pulls his hand out of your pants and presses his wet fingers to your mouth. You parts your lips instinctively, taking in his digits and relishing in the tangy taste of yourself on your tongue. "See?"
He pulls his fingers out and you make an irritated sound before shoving him away again. "Stop!" you yelp, but he only chuckles with amusement, raising an eyebrow at your disobedience.
"Might you need some convincing?" he muses, stepping back towards you like a predator stalking it's prey. Your eyes widen as you take in his features. His blue eyes staring at you with mischief. His arms moving to clasp his hands behind his back. His lips turned up into that damn attractive smirk of his.
"Perhaps I can arrange that by fucking you into submission."
Summary : You're at a boring party with the God of Mischief when he proposes a very naughty game.
W/c : 3.3k words
Content / Warnings : Soft Dom!Loki, smut, cockwarming, p-in-v, praise kink, hand kink, voice kink, semi-public sex
Author's Note : That's right, everyone - it took me three months to write an additional 2.7k words to complete this preview I posted back in March! But I finally did it!
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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“Would you like to play a game, dear?”
The question sent tingles down your spine. His breath was warm against your ear, and his words were soaked with lust. You didn’t even need to look into his eyes to know they were wild, hungry, and sparkling with mischief.
The party was honestly quite boring, and there was no question in your mind that you wanted to play his game - whatever it was - because he’d been teasing and stirring you up all afternoon.
Leering as he helped you into your evening wear, his touch spreading heat down your body as he clasped the necklace around your neck.
Fiddling with the cufflinks around his wrists, highlighting them and reminding you of how large and powerful his hands were.
Inhaling your perfume and brushing his fingers delicately across yours while you took the elevator to the main floor of the hotel.
At the party, he intentionally positioned himself in your eye-line as you conversed with foreign dignitaries. His eyes smoldered from across the room as they roved up and down your form, and his lips curved into his signature grin as your eyes did the same to him.
And he purposely waited until you were craving him to ask the question, because he already knew your answer.
You raised your wine glass and swallowed the red liquid, crafting a moment to collect yourself. He continued to linger behind you, his lips ghosting over your ear and his scent enveloping you inside a storm of desire.
As you pulled the glass away from your lips, Loki slipped it from your fingers, and you watched as he consumed the remainder of its contents. His flawlessly crafted face turned towards the heavens, exposing every curve of his neck, and you bit your lip as his throat bobbed up and down after swallowing.
You had no idea how he managed to make everything he did - no matter how normal or mundane - seem so attractive, so goddamn obscene.
Your eyes met, and he licked his lips as he set the wine glass on the table, its quiet thud echoing against the ache forming between your legs. His hand slipped around your waist to pull you closer, and goosebumps pricked your skin.
“Ready to leave so soon?” you murmured, trying to hide how enticed you were. You glanced around the packed hotel ballroom, still filled with party-goers chatting and drinking. Dinner was barely over, but the idea of offering yourself up as dessert was becoming more irresistible by the second.
“Oh, little one,” Loki replied, his voice low and deep. “We’re not going anywhere.”
He crushed his lips against yours, and you fought the urge to sink into him. But you wanted to give in, to let everyone see him consume you. He was so magnetic, so erotic - and all he ever wanted was you.
You were both so completely unashamed of how addicted you were to each other. After all, a God and a mortal who were unable to take their hands off each other was something that deserved to be witnessed.
You returned the kiss, unable to resist him, and were surprised at the lack of gasps and whispers as a result of the very public display of affection. But before you could comment on it, he pulled you against him, and his mouth locked onto your neck.
“Loki - ” you breathed as his lips worshiped and sucked on your skin. His tongue ran over your flesh, further igniting the flames of your need.
“Relax, darling…” Loki whispered as he shifted to nibble on your earlobe. “They can’t see us…”
Your heart fluttered against your chest, and your arms slipped around him. His mouth moved along the line of your jaw back to your lips, taking them into another passionate embrace before pulling away to rest his forehead against yours.
“Tell me, pet…are you ready to play our game?”
Already warm with desire, you knew it wouldn’t take very long to play, and the other guests were completely oblivious of what was about to happen. With a heavy breath to summon nerves of steel, you nodded, and his expression shifted into a devilish grin.
“Good girl,” he purred, pressing himself against you and gently pushing you backwards. The edge of the banquet table dug into the back of your legs as he towered over you. Drawing him in for another kiss, you ran your tongue over his lips to ask for entry, and he happily let it in.
As your hands raked through his hair, he effortlessly lifted you up to place you on the table, knocking a plate into a wine glass. The clinking startled the strangers on either side of you, unaware of the sultry tryst happening in the shadows.
“They can hear us?” You froze as they mumbled to themselves and looked around for the cause of the hidden sound. You were sure they couldn’t see you, but it was startling all the same.
Loki’s fingers grazed your chin and redirected your attention to him, an expression of reassurance and coquetry etched onto his features. “They can hear you, but they can’t see us…”
He slowly pulled your knees apart to step closer, and his wandering hands ran their way up your thighs.
“I want to see how long you can keep quiet.” His lips lingered over yours as he gripped your ass and slid you to the edge of the table. “And that, my dear, is the game…”
You shuddered against his electric touch. Everyone in that room was a stranger to you both, and only now did you understand why he suggested going to this event.
You now understood why his teasing earlier had been particularly enticing, and why he had suggested you wear that particular dress, with long slits running up each leg for easier access.
“Do you still want to play?” Loki asked, his hands sliding along the curves of your waist and breasts. You met his gaze again, wishing the fabric of your dress wasn’t preventing skin-to-skin contact as his sensual gaze threatened to burn a hole within you.
“We can always stop, anytime you like, my darling,” he assured. He may have been coined the God of Lies, but he was also the God of Sincerity, and you trusted him completely.
As soon as you bit your lip and shifted your expression to intrigued, he crushed his lips to yours again. With his mouth ravishing yours and his hands roaming your body, you couldn’t help but moan - and it was loud.
Loki pulled away, extracting a whimper from you. Already soaked with arousal, you had never wanted anyone this badly before, and you were dying to know what he was going to do. Would it be his skilled hands? His limber tongue? His generous cock? You were more than ready for all of them.
“You need to be much quieter than that, little one…” he cautioned softly as he cupped your face with his hands.
From your perch on the banquet table, he hovered over you as a statuesque portrait of lust and affection. Your pupils widened with desire and your cunt ached with need as you waited for the game to continue.
“Can you be a good girl for me?” Loki asked, brushing the edge of his nose along yours, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. “I promise, you will be heavily rewarded if you do…”
You nodded again, and he hummed his approval, shifting back as his hands returned to your thighs. They splayed wide over your skin, heavenly and warm, as they moved at an antagonizing pace before slipping beneath your black lace panties.
Your breath hitched as he arched an eyebrow at you, his face beaming with innocuous sincerity in his tacit request for your assistance. But even that was a tease - he could have shouted at the top of his lungs, gleefully proclaiming his eagerness for their removal, and you still would have complied even if everyone heard it.
But it was a delicate game you were playing, and you were already dizzy and drenched. One wrong move and the game would end before you found out what he was planning to do. You gingerly placed your hands on the table, careful to avoid the dishes and silverware, to push yourself up.
Loki grinned as he slid your panties past your knees and down your calves. You settled back down onto the table, and he slipped them past your high heels without breaking eye contact.
“That’s my girl.” He flashed a pleased smile as he tucked your panties into his pocket. “You’re eager for this, aren’t you?”
You weren’t just eager, you were drunk with anticipation as you tugged him closer, kissing him in silent, reckless abandon. He returned the favor with vigor, and the taste of his tongue against yours was intoxicating while he moved to unbuckle his belt.
But he was taking too long, blatantly tantalizing you, intentionally dragging this out - and it was all becoming too much to bear. With your patience fleeting, you reached between your bodies to slap his hands away and free the buckle yourself.
“It seems I’ve worked you up into quite a frenzy, haven’t I?” Loki chuckled, watching you work in amusement. “I should have proposed this game ages ago…”
You answered silently by dipping your hand inside his waistband and wrapping it around his hardened length, hoping to level the playing field as much as possible. It felt so good to touch the evidence of his desire for you, and his response only furthered your appetite.
A deep groan eased its way through his clenched jaw, and his shuddered breath washed over your bare skin as he hummed against your shoulder. But he only let you stroke him a few moments before taking both of your hands and placing them around his neck.
“We can play that game later, pet…” he declared with a huff of reluctance. His tone was firm and gentle, and it only made you want to misbehave even more. But you accepted the correction with a plan to bide your time until you could tease him again.
“For now…we will continue playing this one.” Loki’s lips widened into a cocky grin as he took your legs and hooked them around his waist.
Still, you loved it when he was determined, when he was specific, when he positioned you the way he wanted you. Once he was completely satisfied, Loki’s mouth moved down to work on your neck as he pressed himself against you.
Gods above, he was so close to filling you up, and how desperately you wanted to yank the cloth off the banquet table, to send plates and glasses shattering to the floor and reveal to the world how shamelessly you wanted him. You settled for a low whine, but it quickly turned into a choked moan as his cock brushed against your slick entrance.
“Oh, dear,” he purred against your ear, letting his teeth graze across the cartilage. “I’m not even inside you, and you’re already making so muchnoise…”
What an absolute menace he was, and you couldn’t help but crave more as he dragged himself against you a second time. Your fingers curled tightly around his hair, and more whimpers fell out of your mouth as your hips searched for him again.
“Are you forfeiting already? Shall we stop?” Loki teased as he started to move away, and you frantically yanked him back. You needed to keep him close, you needed to finish the game; and truthfully, you needed him inside of you.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’…” Loki grinned at your enthusiasm as he gripped your hips, angling them just right to finally push himself inside.
A heavy groan escaped him, the perfect counterpoint to your abrupt, relieved gasp as that familiar stretch opened within you, and your back arched as you took him in. It wasn’t the first time, and hopefully it wouldn’t be the last, but every time was a divine revelation of what it meant to be his.
Heavy sighs and stifled gasps spilled out from parted lips, and you clung to him, desperate to keep yourself upright as he slowly eased his way inside. The torture of not being able to cry out was both maddening and euphoric, and you weren’t sure you could hold it back much longer.
“Fuck, darling…” he growled as he savored the feeling of your soft, wet cunt. Delicious praise continued to ooze out of him, and you could tell he was fighting the urge to mute you - and the entire table - in order to fuck you senseless.
Straining against another moan, you pulled his bottom lip between yours, hoping the suction would motivate him into forfeit, to take you upstairs and turn you into a screaming mess instead of the silent one you were now.
“You’re cheating the game, my dear…” Loki warned in a scolding and playful voice as he withdrew his lips from yours. “Play fairly, love. It’ll be worth your while, I assure you…”
His sharp exhale cascaded over you as he finally reached the hilt, and you whined softly; a pitiable compromise to the outward cries of delight you wanted to make, and the boisterous calls for everyone to witness the insatiable passion the God of Mischief so effortlessly created within you.
Already so close to coming, you bit your lip and clenched around him - a mixture of unintentional reaction and purposeful teasing that you knew he’d both love and punish you for. It was one of the few options left as each sound of pleasure lodged itself in your throat.
“Oh, sweetheart…have you forgotten who you’re dealing with?” he chided softly, but even the Master of Illusions was unable to hide the amusement in his voice. With another suave grin, his hips tilted, and he pressed his throbbing cock directly against your clit.
The rest of the party quickly became a hazy blur, and you gripped the jacket of his tuxedo as your thighs opened even further, pushing your desperate need against him. If you couldn’t force the game to end in a draw, you could at least try to come sooner; because even without him thrusting, it still felt fucking unbelievable.
“That’s it, my love…” Loki whispered as he nuzzled his face against yours. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself…”
You did as instructed, cherishing the care and comfort he was providing in this delicate situation. Your eyes closed to focus on your breath, and your hands tangled in his hair as he rocked inside you. His movements were deliberate and precise, full of tenderness and sensuality, and you could feel every nerve ending preparing to fire off.
Whether any of the other guests could hear your whimpers of pleasure was officially beyond your concern, and whether you won or lost this game was irrelevant; the only things that existed for you anymore was his cock inside you, and his sinful words in your ear.
“You love this, don’t you? My naughty girl…” Loki teased, sucking on your skin once more and driving you further into madness.
You couldn’t stop your subsequent moan, and were too turned on for it to matter anymore. Your ankles crossed and locked together behind him as shockwaves began to overtake you, each one larger than the last. Throughout each one, Loki remained steadfast in his movements as he tilted and rolled his pelvis against yours.
Your fingers gripped his curls as you buried your face against his shoulder, no longer caring if you suffocated. Your thighs both contracted and released as your pelvis writhed your clit further into oblivion, and your breath hitched as every muscle tensed to the point of snapping.
“Can you come quietly for me, love?”
His tone was so erotic, and you could almost feel the sound vibrating through his cock as it originated in his throat. Your heart beat so fast in your chest you were sure it was going to explode when you did, and your lungs heaved as though you were climbing the highest mountain peak of pleasure.
“Shhh, shhh…” Loki whispered, hooking a supportive arm around your shoulders as he rolled his hips again. “Shhh, darling, I’ve got you…”
It was the absolute hottest thing you had ever heard - so comforting, protective and intimate. Nothing else could ever compare to the euphoria he had just given to you with that one sound, and it was exactly what you needed.
The tension he had spent all day delicately spinning finally snapped, and at last you came undone. Fireworks exploded beneath your eyelids, and your head fell backwards as your mouth opened in another endless, soundless gasp.
An infinite number of endorphins flooded your system and every bit of you froze in place as the orgasm overpowered you. Your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist, knocking loose one of your high heels and leaving it dangling from your toes.
A swirl of glimmering jade descended as he adjusted the seidr to mute your sounds before the high heel clattered to the floor. His free hand caressed the side of your neck, and he continued hushing you in both a soothing and stimulating timbre.
“Shhh, love…” he murmured as you rode out the last waves of exhilaration. “Yes, that’s a good girl. You’re such a good girl for me…”
Your inhales were pointed and breathless as you came back down, and he wrapped you up in an affectionate embrace as aftershocks rattled your body. As your mind attempted to reboot itself, a brief rush of laughter and tears overwhelmed you, and he held you closely through it all.
As the intensity finally subsided, Loki leaned his forehead against yours with another teasing smile on his lips. “So…was that good for you?”
He never stopped joking, and it was one of the things that had attracted you to him in the first place. Your eyelids slowly blinked yourself back to reality, and you gazed up at him with flushed cheeks and a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your hairline.
“Was that question really necessary?” you laughed deliriously, still trembling and clinging to him after your powerful release.
Loki chuckled as he pressed an intimate kiss to your temple. “It wasn’t, but I love the way you sound after you finish…”
His lips shifted to gently kiss your neck and jaw, each one threatening to reignite your cravings. You inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm down and to savor the warmth and security of his arms, his scent, and his voice in a moment of quiet reflection.
After a few more minutes, he graciously handed you a glass of water, allowing you more time to recover as he adjusted your clothing and his back to normal. You watched the party winding down as you sipped, and were amused by the fact that everyone had missed the best part of it.
Loki carefully slipped an arm around your waist as he helped you down from the banquet table, and your legs quivered like jello as he weaved you both around the few couples remaining in the ballroom.
It was difficult to believe this thoughtful and considerate man actually existed. He still didn’t seem real, despite several months of both knowing and loving him, and you were so grateful for Thor insisting Loki be allowed to join the team, and for bringing him into your life.
“Are you ready for your reward now, darling?” Loki grinned as he led you into the hotel lobby and pushed the elevator button for your floor.
“Will it be a proper fucking?” You wiggled your eyebrows playfully and pressed yourself against him. Even you couldn’t believe you were ready for more so soon, but that was just the effect he had on you.
“Of course, my dear, if that’s what you’d like…” Loki smiled as the elevator dinged, and he eagerly pulled you inside. “And this time, I highly encourage you to be as loud as possible…”
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So I have an idea. For an actual full length fanfic. But I need to know how people feel about it. I haven't really seen any villain arcs when it comes to LokixReaders... Do y'all want one? Like where you as the reader end up as a villain with Loki. Partners in crime, if you will. Slow burn. Drama. Maybe a little bit of a love triangle. I dunno.
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