Hey, so I dreamed that I met Tom Hiddleston and that he offered me to seat next to him on a plane. How would you react if Tom asked you to sit next to him?
Oh damn, that must be an epic dream! I can't imagine how blessed you must have felt when you woke up! If the multiverse is real, that definitely happened you lucky sod XD
Anyway, I think I would just stare at him, unblinking before walking like a robot and sitting beside him. Honestly, with how much I love Hiddleston and then comparing that to how i feel with my boyfriend constantly, that is definitely how I'd react!
Thank you for the lovely ask, my dear! <3
How would you guys feel?: @lokisgoodgirl @holdmytesseract @coldnique @fictive-sl0th
That must have been a lovely dream, and these questions are so interesting 💜
Despite everything, I’m very calm when it comes to meet someone I admire in person, so I think it would be a nice flight - and lucky of course!
First of all I would thank him for the seat and introduce myself. Then I’d offer him some gummies and probably I would also talk uncontrollably try to start a conversation since I get a bit anxious when planes takeoff. Once flying, reality would hit me and I’d be a bit embarrassed for the previous rambling, but if he was willing to keep talking I’d be happy and of course I’d tell him I love his work. Aside from that, I’d try to keep the conversation far from work in case he felt uncomfortable and because he seems to be an interesting person that can speak of any topic ☺️
You're finally cornered, alone in The Snake Prince's bedroom, where he intends to show you exactly how he prefers his partners. Meanwhile, a secret is discovered...
Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader
Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)
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Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come
Your first night in Asgard, Loki had not only been your hero who rescued you from assault and humiliation, but a kind, understanding man who accommodated your natural fears and exhaustions surrounding your new ordeal. He knew you had some reservations that you would need help getting past in order to give your body over to Master. He was no snake.
Now, he was a rabid wolf descending on you, ready for the feast now that the hunt was over.
“Sparrow, you have been good for Master, but now I am afraid I must finally use you,” The Prince declared, his volume low. You were someone finding the fear stirring inside you to drive you to need him.
He stood before you in his most streamlined ensemble yet: leather leggings in a shade of green so dark they may as well have been black. In spite of the dark color, his erection was outlined clearly just below the button sitting at his hips. Its size intimidated you.
He cannot possibly expect to fit that inside me!
He wore nothing above his hips, save for a platinum pendant with his symbol: two snakes intertwined in a fashion resembling an ‘S.’ The lavalier hung low from his neck, the charm falling between his bare chest and his navel, after which only a small thin trail of black hair led below and down into his pants (and tantalizingly out of sight).
His naked chest glistened in the dim candlelight of the bedroom, he’d evidently seen fit to oil his body. He wore no shoes or boots, and his perfectly-pedicured toes were now tapping against the floor impatiently, awaiting your response. His hair was untamed, loosely tossed about his neck and shoulders, partially obscuring the right side of his face.
He took your breath away. Here is what you’d been missing for over a month, standing before you now. Here is what awaited you as he played his little games with you while you guarded your “maidenhead.” Your loins were twitching, you were already growing conscious of the wet feeling between your legs, and you were thankful that tonight was the night.
“I am going to teach you the Art of Submission tonight, kitten,” Loki said, looking ever more hungry. “But first, you will strip for me.”
“Yes, my Master.”
Here was the dance you’d seen in your mind for weeks, and it was infinitely more intimidating than even you’d imagined in your dirtiest fantasies. Unlacing your dress at the collar, the slippery satin began peeling away impatiently. You’d been naked before The Prince several times in the garden. He knew your body. He wanted your body. Yet, the vulnerability you felt in the moment still washed over you like a fog, making sweat begin to bead on your skin.
Meanwhile, he watched you with such intensity, as if you were performing a play just for him, and he couldn’t afford to miss a single detail.
As the last of your underclothes fell to your feet, Loki glared at you with prideful satisfaction.
“Every curve of you is pristine,” he purred, beginning to advance on you. “I’m going to run my tongue over every inch of your hot flesh, and take in your delicious taste. But first, you will do something for me.”
You bowed your head. “I am yours to command, Master.”
“Get on your knees, sit back on your heels, and lay your hands on your thighs. Then, we will begin the lesson.”
You slowly obeyed, wondering why the odd position was what he wanted from you first.
“When we begin, every time, you will wrap your hair back like so,” he declared, coming up behind you and kneeling down, gently scoping your hair and tying it back against your neck in a long tail. The oil he’d slathered onto his skin smelled of lavender.
“And you will take this position and wait for me. Sometimes I shall be ready for you immediately, sometimes I will make you stay here for a while. I may shower and make you watch from this stance. I may force you to watch me touch myself. All you need to worry about, my pretty little toy, is that you will start every tryst with this pose, is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Once Loki tied your hair back, he got to his feet again and began to circle you like a starving hawk. “I also feel compelled to tell you…I will not be gentle. I am not that kind of a lover. You will stretch around my cock and it may hurt. That is natural, do not be afraid. However, if you feel at any point you are in real danger of harm, tell me so. As I have said before, I am no rapist. I will stop should you truly require it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And to do so, you must speak the word ‘teacup.’ That is my signal to release you, understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“No, sparrow,” he barked, stopping in his circle. “In this room, I am Loki.”
You nodded silently. “Yes, Loki.”
“And another thing,” Loki continued, “You will not touch me unless I bid for it. If you touch me without my permission, I will bind you with leather straps so it will not happen again.”
As if that would stop me right now. Perhaps I’d want it!
“I reward good girls, and I punish bad girls. What will you be for me tonight, kitten?” he asked, tipping your chin up so that you made eye contact.
“A good girl, Loki. I want to be good for you,” was your answer, your voice airy, a little shaken.
“Aww, you still fear me a little…precious sparrow…wonderful.”
He pulled you slowly to your feet, your eyes still making contact. “We will do this with minimal flair so that you may get used to feeling me, but know that I bore easily, Y/N. We will soon be playing more advanced games, mark me. Games you could never imagine in your deepest fantasies.”
For a moment, it almost seemed Loki lost his mind in thought, and he looked down at your nipples,hard and sensitive. As if mesmerized by them, he absentmindedly took a thumb, brushing it over a breast, sending a gentle shiver down your spine, which caused him to snap back to reality.
“I don’t think I’ve seen such perfect tits on a woman,” he said softly. “Even when you are silent, you surprise me. These were made for much more than nursing children…these were made for me to enjoy.”
He brought you over to the bed with a firm pull. “Lie down now, Y/N, and let us begin our work.”
You sat back on the mattress, and gasped audibly as you sunk deep into the bed. It was much softer than you’d anticipated, perhaps because your own pallet was so stiff by comparison.
Once he got you into a satisfying position, he took a hand to each of your thighs, slowly running them up further and further until they were perhaps three inches from your folds. “Spread these legs as far as you can,” Loki commanded. “I want to have a look at you.”
You felt every muscle in your hips stretch as you did your best, not realizing how embarrassingly inflexible you were. This was your first time, surely he couldn’t expect you to reach a full split, could he?
Loki snapped his fingers, sending green lightning down his body, causing his leggings to dissipate, exposing everything to you. His dick was even bigger now that his pants weren’t restricting it.
He looked down between your legs, and again, his mind seemed to hyperfixate on the view.
“Norns, you’re really so aroused?” he whispered.
“Are you not pleased, Mas--Loki?” you asked quietly.
“I spend hours arousing my slaves, and here you serve me better than they by being ready in minutes,” he explained, taking two fingers to your clit and pinching it, which caught you off guard and sent your hips squirming, unable to close your thighs while Loki held them so far apart. “Norns, a desperate virgin, is it?”
He smiled, pleased, rolling your bud between his fingers, coaxing a soft, low moan from your mouth. His smile widened into a madman’s grin.
“Ahhh!” he exclaimed, now bringing both of his hands to your drenched twat, his nimble fingers exploring every fold and crevice, each one bringing stars to your eyes. While his hands worked magic, Loki brought his head down to just above your clit, laying his lip just below your navel, then unrolling his craving tongue onto your skin and slowly sliding up to your left breast, where he latched on with his whole mouth and began sucking on your nipple.
Your conscious mind couldn’t grasp the electric jolts radiating from your chest throughout the rest of your body, but it made you forget your fear. It was even beginning to render you forgetful of where you were.
Loki continued to greedily suck on your breast until you moaned again. After that, he finally lifted his head. “Speak my name as you cry.”
“Cry?” you asked meekly before Loki dropped his head again, this time you felt a string as he nipped on you, and you called out again, understanding. “Loki! Loki!” you added quickly, causing him to tremble a little himself.
“I think it’s almost time…oh yes, can you feel how ready I am?” he whispered, leaning down and cooing gently into your ear as he took his hard-on and pressed it against your swollen pussy. “This is where it will get rough, kitten,” he warned. “I am an animal, a feral beast. Once I begin, I can’t control what I do with you.”
“Loki?” you hesitated to ask. “How…may I ask how it will fit? It’s too big!”
You heard him growl with impatience, and he took his hand away from his dick, squeezing your chin in his palm and bringing you nose-to-nose. You looked up into his wild blue eyes and felt tiny underneath him. “You will not doubt me, do you understand? You will trust me, or this will not work. I need to concentrate.”
“Yes, Loki.”
“I know my size, and I know how to slip into a virgin passage,” he insisted. “You’ve driven me mad with need, I’m aching. Just feel me, Y/N…”
He again took himself into his hand, this time pushing himself between your outer lips, pressing the tip of his head against your opening, and suddenly every ounce of you trembled in anticipation.
“Your walls slickened and stretched for this,” Loki promised. “It will fill you and make you writhe as I claim your cunt for my own. Brace yourself, dove and look into my eyes as I penetrate you.”
You did everything you could to stop yourself from squinting in fear as he gazed deeply back, making you finally fully willing to surrender. To his credit, Loki’s first thrust into you wasn’t as violent as you thought, but that first full insertion did cause you to jump as you felt a small pinching twinge.
Loki quickly laid his hands on your shoulders, throwing you against the mattress, pinning you to the bed with minimal effort, and you found yourself nearly immobile. “Lay still. I want to do this myself this time.”
“Yes! Yes my Loki!”
Is this what Aunt Ing does on Freyja’s altar? How did I miss such a calling as this?
Loki twisted his lip almost playfully as he took his right hand and ran his thumb over your pursed lips. “My Loki, am I? Well, you are my toy to play with as I like.” He poked his thumb against your lips, and you parted them. “Suck. Suck it for me.”
Obeying, you took Loki’s thumb so far into your mouth that the rest of his hand had to lie flat against your cheek. Loki began moaning at the sight, your pathetic eyes still looking into his, and his mouth dropped wide open.
“Fucking Norns! The blessing of this sight!”
He all but withdrew his cock, only to shock you by thrusting back within, harder this time. You reflexively bit down on this thumb, but it was gentle enough that Loki kept it in place. The vision of you sucking on his thumb needily as he held your jaw in his palm was driving him wild, and his jarring movements inside you became rougher, harder to bear, and yet the rhythmic tempo was picking up, and the heat from the friction of Loki’s cock was storing up, welling in your core, waiting for a critical point to pour out all over you.
It did hurt, especially as Loki became more brutal, and you endured the pleasurable pain by sucking harder and harder on his thumb, letting moans of need escape from your mouth.
“I’m putting a gag on you next time,” Loki responded. “You have an oral kink, I see. I can play with that.”
You couldn’t respond in words, so instead you replied by bucking your hips in agreement and sighing gently through your nose.
“Now, while I could watch you suck on me until Ragnarok, I must finish my good work inside you, sparrow,” he said, slowly withdrawing his thumb from your mouth, taking a moment to run the digit over your lips again, leaving them wet.
As Loki picked up the pace again, squinting his eyes, his mouth hanging open like a rabid animal as he began to feel his fall. “Loki…Loki…” you whispered.
“Cum for me, kitten. I know you feel it…” he commanded, desperate to wait for you, feeling as if such a courtesy would be impossible if he held his edge for much longer.
One more look at the slick, oiled man hovering inches above you, and you came without warning. The intense pangs of orgasm throbbed in waves down your passage, sending you into an uncontrollable fit as you screamed, the pleasure pinning your hips and arching your back as you received the prize.
Watching you lose control of your body, adding to the remarkable feeling of your walls pulsing against his cock, was what sent the Prince over the edge into orgasm himself, pounding violently into you three times, riding it out with you until he painted the inside of you with his seed.
Ha, now that tea will be of actual use, you thought.
Instead of withdrawing from your pussy, Loki stayed put, his upper half collapsing, heaving with heavy breath, onto your chest. Reflexively, you went to wrap your arms around him, before thinking better of it. He DID say you could not touch him.
“You are…so…obedient to me…” he muttered, his words muffled into your skin, so exhausted from the exercise that he barely had the energy to turn his head, which made it difficult for you to fully make out what he said next:
“I…I love you.”
You almost came again. But no, Loki was merely drunk with sexual gratification. He couldn’t have meant it.
Could he?
Aunt Ing,
Do I forgo my purpose by refusing him, even if he wishes it to be so? Do I step over a line by listening to his heart and keeping his secrets locked away like a treasure there?
I fear the worst betrayal by me is yet to come, for I feel the time is near for me to bring up Vanaheim. My real mission. And yet, is the betrayal for Loki or myself? When will he learn of my boldness, my goal to manipulate a royal? He would not behead me, but losing his affections, I fear, would be much worse.
Oh, I wish you were here to guide me! These palace intrigues frustrate me so! I hear now that he intends to take a respite at his family’s hunting ground, and that my insipid roommate is to be invited as his companion! Perhaps I have lost him already…but how? Am I really already so beneath her? Have I said anything to lose favor?
No, I cannot lose hope. Perhaps Vanaheim can yet be saved, even if my heart cannot be…
Hilda slammed the cover of the diary shut, her face red and seething with rage.
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