Hiiiiiiii! Welcome to my obsession of Loki Laufeyson!
Masterlist:
Do you feel safe?:
Summary: He's never done that to you, or ever said such words. You stare at each other, neither blinking or shifting. The air is thick and all you can hear is your pulse in your ears and his words bouncing around your head.
Save Today:
Summary: Your husband, now ex, has hurt you in ways you didn’t think he could. He tore you apart and left you there to bleed out.
Attention:
Summary: He cant stop staring. Blue eyes dancing over your moving frame, hand holding his drink nearly crushing the glass. He knows what you're doing, he know exactly what you're doing. And he's not going to do a damn thing about it.
Warnings: slice of life, established relationship, domestic, "your god is suffering", reader's bad memory
A/N: wow, look at cue being disgustingly self indulgent
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You’ve just gotten yourself another coffee. Sat back down behind your laptop.
“Wow.” Loki mutters flatly.
“Hm?” You prompt, only half paying attention to him, lips too busy pressed against your mug, eyes already running over the page again. You rack your brain for possible adjustments.
“Oh, nothing,” he brushes off your half-assed curiosity, “only starting to see your parents might’ve had a point.”
Loki sets the bait flawlessly, the corner of his lips tugging with barely contained amusement at what he’s just started. Of course, that comment gets your attention immediately. You set the beverage on the table, narrowing your eyes at him across the room.
“Excuse me?” You say sharply, straightening in your seat.
Ever the sensitive one. Loki didn’t even make his point yet, and your voice is already slipping into a warning tone, trying to intimidate him into backtracking.
He won’t. You should know better than that by now.
“You’ve practically emptied the whole cupboard of the mugs.” Loki props his head on his palm, remaining factual and strikingly calm as he observes your reaction from the couch.
He gives it a good two minutes before your temper comes out to play.
Despite Loki’s prediction, you dismiss him with a roll of your eyes, returning your attention to your keyboard as if the matter is hardly worth your time.
“Baby, I’m a writer, it’s what we do.” You mumble half-heartedly, backspacing on a sentence that just isn’t working anymore and cursing the editing process in your head.
“Mmm, ah yes, writers… the species that dirties heaps of mugs.”
You slam your laptop closed.
There she is, Loki thinks. You’re finally giving him the proper attention for the talk he’s trying to have.
Domestic bliss is rarely natural and it sure can’t be maintained if this matter isn’t resolved soon.
First you complain it’s unfair he gets to use magic to do chores, making him do it the mortal way. And then you start piling up dishes like there’s no tomorrow. Oh no. Loki is not playing this game with you.
Loki loves you dearly. He also loves not spending forever doing the dishes.
“Okay. What is your problem?” You scoff. You’ll never finish editing if he keeps interrupting your train of thought every few seconds. “You know I drink a lot of coffee.”
“And what exactly prevents you from doing so out of one mug?”
“If I was in a coffee shop they’d bring a clean mug each time.” You cross your arms.
Petulant. Like a child. Such is your nature, and it amuses Loki.
When it’s not aimed at him.
“Well, you’re not. You’re at home, where you refuse to do the dishes, and your god has been suffering.” Loki complains. You narrow your eyes at his whining tinged tone.
“Darling. I am tired of dishwasher duty. There’s two of us. The dishes say there’s at least seven people living here.” He deadpans.
“Ohmygoddddd, I’ll use one mug if it gets you to let me finish this in peace.”
“That’s all I ask.” Loki says softly.
The tension between you dissipates. You bite your bottom lip.
“Love you,” you mumble, eyes searching his expression for reassurance. It’s not like this was a fight, but the whole thing put you somewhat on edge.
Loki smiles, disappearing in front of your eyes and reappearing behind your seat. He leans down to press a kiss to your hair.
“I love you too,” he murmurs into it.
“Remember. One mug.” Loki says before he’s gone, leaving behind empty air. You swat at it anyway.
What a menace.
–
In theory the one mug thing goes great. You wash it out, reuse it… Except… Something about this method doesn’t quite work for your brain.
Particularly the memory part. As in memorizing exactly how much coffee you’ve had.
The next day Loki watches you as you bounce your leg while working. It’s not something you usually do. The god has observed you enough times where he knows your typical movements when you write; rubbing your face, pushing back your hair, readjusting your sitting position… But never this.
You told him you were starting a new chapter, and Loki wonders if you’re anxious because you’re self imposing another ridiculous deadline, but your face doesn’t show any of its usual signs for nervousness. You look focused, like you don’t even notice what your leg’s doing.
Once Loki realizes he might not be able to pinpoint what exactly is going on, he decides to inquire about it.
“Darling?” He asks gingerly.
“Yes, baby?” Your head shoots in his direction with lightspeed.
Loki grimaces as he quickly theorizes what’s going on with you, the fast reaction can only mean one thing – he suspects you went overboard with caffeine again. His theory is confirmed when he tunes in with his magic to listen to your heartbeat.
Your poor heart is working overtime, pounding in your chest way faster than it has any business to.
“How much coffee have you had?” Loki narrows his eyes, frowning at the thought of you treating coffee as meals. Again.
“Uhmmm,” you look at your mug thoughtfully, mentally trying to run through each time you’ve gotten yourself your writer fuel that day, “you know… a few… Not a worrying amount.” Avoiding eye contact you add a quiet: “Probably.”
Your memory is blurring together. Was it two or three cups of coffee?
You had tea first and then switched over… Was it three with the tea? You think this is your second cup of coffee. A little voice in the back of your head wonders if it’s possible that it’s really the third and you’re completely blanking.
“Yes, but how many?” Loki cocks an eyebrow at you.
“What are you, the coffee police?” You huff, refusing to look him in the eye and choosing to use the laptop between you two as a shield.
“You don’t know, do you?” Loki sighs, starting to feel guilty because he knows your memory tends to be flaky. He more than likely caused this issue with yesterday’s complaint.
“What? Don’t be silly. That would be implying I can’t count.” You laugh nervously, avoiding admitting your memory troubles.
“If so, then give me the number.” He challenges.
You hesitate.
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
“It blurred together.” You groan, shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Perhaps one mug wasn’t such a bright idea.”
“Maybe not.” You shrug.
“I think I’ll handle your coffee consumption from now on.”
SUMMARY: Loki doesn’t leave your side as you recover after severe injuries obtained on a mission.
CONTENT: Angst, mention/description of machine assisted breathing, life/death situation, happy ending, love confession.
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Gods don’t pray
Loki didn’t rely on others. He’d learned that the only person he could truly trust was himself.
That was until he met you.
He didn’t know when it happened: it wasn’t an explosion of warm fuzzy feelings but a creeping desire to just be close to you. To have your back on missions. To be in the room you were in, even if you were doing different things. He could spend hours pretending to read a book while in reality watching you engrossed in some menial task. There was something soothing about your existence. He felt at ease.
He felt...forgiven.
You didn’t judge him – being one of the first who realized what he’d been put through by Thanos – but you didn’t pity him either, just sought to show him a better day, one step at a time.
So he became your shadow on the battlefield, owing to keep your safe.
And he failed.
Now he’s sitting by your side at the infirmary bed. Still in his leathers spattered by dirt and blood. Holding your hand that feels cool even to his touch.
The others have tried to coax him to rest. To shower. They come by sometimes, offering him nourishment that he silently ignores, all the time watching your face instead. What little he can see of it. He hates the tube going into your mouth even if he can understand it’s helping your breathe – the hiss of the machine a constant rhythm that reminds him of his failure.
He’s drawing on his magic to stay awake. He’d try to seep it into you but his magic is not for healing and all he could do was soothe your dreams. Yes, you dream. He can see it in the flutter of your eyelashes, the movement behind the eyelids. He wish he could be there with you, but entering the dreams of another is not without risks...and he needs to be there when you wake up.
Because you must wake up.
You have to.
Already a part of him is aching at the idea of losing you – a fear he won’t entertain but it keeps pressing into his mind and heart whenever he isn’t actively thinking of something else.
“Norns,” he mumbles, thumb rubbing gently along your knuckles, “don’t cut her thread yet. Give her time. Take of my years instead.” He sighs. Watches your face closely but there’s no difference. Of course there’s not. “Ancestors watch over her. Don’t take her...don’t take her from me...”
It’s selfish, but the idea of living even a day without you now that he has find you is too frightening and he feels powerless. He has to rely on others to tend to you where his own knowledge and skills fail. It’s been days and still there’s no sign of improvement.
Until the third day where your fingers twitch in his grasp.
Scared and exited at the same time, Loki calls for the doctors and while he’s loathe to step aside, he does so to let them work and moments later the tube is removed, causing your throat to spasm for a moment before stilling.
All are quiet. Watching. Waiting.
Then you breathe on your own: a rattling breath that makes Loki’s world blurry.
He’s allowed back at your side, clutching your hand in his and over the next few hours he feels that it gets warmer. Now and then your fingers twitch and each time his own breath will catch in his chest as he studies your face...but your eyes remain closed.
Another day passes and Loki’s magic is running out, he’s exhausted, barely holding it together. Head nodding as his eyes fall shut on their own despite his efforts.
“Llo...Lo...”
His gaze snaps to you.
You’re fighting to open your eyes, face scrunched in the effort of that and speaking. “Lo...ki...”
“I’m here,” he croaks, soothing your cheek with the free hand.
His heart is feather-light all of a sudden. Norns be blessed: they’ve granted you more time!
“S...st...” You manage to open an eye and it swivels in the socket until you spot him. “Stink...” But there’s a tiny tug upwards of the corner of your mouth.
“I love you too,” he whispers, just for you to hear.
At that moment, the doctors have realized that you’re awake and they come rushing in. For the first time in four days, Loki excuses himself to go shower. He’ll be back by your side soon, content to sleep in the chair as you rests and regain your own strength.
Loki wasn’t born to be king, but his Alpha sense and his strong mind made even the old King of Asgard bow in submission. Can anyone make him bow in submission?
What happens when he finds a lone Omega in his personal garden, stealing?
Warnings will be updated as the series continues: Reader steals, reader gets hurt & Loki helps, Frigga cameo, reader is described as skin and bones, and very dirty. Violence towards reader(by guards), loki threatens guards with death. Angst and fluff.
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if we take "too long to update", we get people pressuring us to "update faster" even though fanfics are our hobbies and we write for ourselves first and foremost.
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$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
a/n: happy spring!! ... pun intended || stunning ivy dividers by @firefly-graphics <3
You were spending your time like you usually did when you were free of work and chores, or were ignoring that pile of laundry that was growing at a steady rate – doom scrolling, because sometimes the burnout took over and even though you knew the endless videos and bombarding your brain with useless information and stimuli didn’t give it an actual break, it was a bad habit you had a hard time breaking.
What you really wished for was to return to your hobbies, only you didn’t think that’d happen anytime soon.
“Enough of that,” a pale hand gently took your phone right out of your hand, placing it onto your nightstand.
“How the hell did you get in?” You squinted at Loki, sitting up on your bed.
“Really? After all this time? As if I ever needed a key to begin with. Do you forget your bedroom has no working lock?” The God of Mischief said, feigning nonchalance just for the sake of theatrics before the corners of his lips graced you with a soft smile.
You thought back to your afternoon, replaying what you did before he got here.
“I never locked the front door, did I?” You deadpanned, one more mistake away from banging your head against the wall. Your fatigue had started manifesting in peculiar ways – forgetting things like leaving car keys on your car door, leaving your house unlocked and even trying to put the tea kettle into the cupboard… Not that Loki wasn’t perfectly capable of invading your space either way but he loved to take note of the easy human access you provided.
“Such an unsound habit really.” Loki teased you, shaking his head with a huge grin plastered on his face. “Although that’s not why I’m here. We’re going somewhere. No phone allowed. Oh and–” He conjured a glass of colorless liquid in his hand, shoving it into yours. “Drink up.”
“Is it vodka?” You smiled sweetly.
“Ha. No.” He said flatly. “It’s water, you dehydrated… mortal.”
“Only you could make mortal sound like an insult.” You snorted before gulping down the water.
“It’s not.” Loki said defensively, nodding as you put the glass down. “Good girl,” he smiled, “now, away we go.” He grabbed your hand pulling you up on your feet.
“Will you at least give me the decency of telling me where we’re going?” You complained. Loki chuckled as he linked your arms, a green glow of his magic dressing both of you into something appropriate for the outing.
“I think you know the answer to that, however let me assure you, you’ll love it.”
“That’s your ego speaking.” You muttered.
–
“So… was it my ego speaking?” Loki raised an eyebrow as the two of you sat in a secluded spot, right by a small natural waterfall. Moss covered rocks and greenery spanned the space around you. Tree branches extended up into the pale blue sky, full of puffy, paper white clouds.
The chirping of birds and the sound of water hitting the pool beneath offered a peaceful background noise to your little talk and paint session.
You dipped your paintbrush into green paint again. Everything you wanted to say rushed through your mind at once and yet all that made it out were three words.
“Thank you, Loki.”
Loki softened as if understanding what you really meant by those simple words.
“Darling, I’m always there. Just call. You don’t need a reason.” He reassured you. “Now finish up your masterpiece, I rather fancy a dip right now, don’t you?” He smirked.
The heatwave is simply incessant in New York City, and thankfully, you have a God of a boyfriend who just so happens to be from an ice planet.
The was a request, happy reading <3
You would think if you were living in a multi-billionaire's tower that he could keep the whole place at least 72 degrees in the middle of New York's biggest heatwave in years.
But no, Avengers Tower was leveling out at a nice and toasty 76 degrees indoors.
And none of you were taking it well.
Steve and Bucky had retreated to his Brooklyn flat, Nat had taken up a mission in Alaska, Thor went back to Asgard as his allowance of vacation, and Clint had let Bruce take refuge in his and Laura's house.
That left you, Loki, and Tony, who just so happened to have a tour of a Stark proxy up in Greenland this week.
How pleasant.
Tony promised he was getting a new system installed, but having it installed to all 93 floors would, of course, take some time.
You were sweating your ass off, donning a cropped tank top and gym shorts as short as they came, a traditional fan that you were gifted from a press tour in hand. You needed Loki to vent to, fling a few curses Stark's way that you couldn't even cuddle at night in these conditions, and grab your water bottle you had left in there from the night before.
But when you opened the door to your boyfriend's room, a rushing chill of air swooped and curled around your exposed skin like a damn breath mint.
There he lay, sprawled out across his king bed, yet he was almost far too big for the bed he once sat so comfortably on. Not only that, but his skin dyed a soft midnight blue with darker patterns trailing indiscernible along his body.
He was in his Jotun form.
It wasn't the first time you had seen it, but it was still new to you. His beady red eyes, hair longer than usual, teeth fanged. You couldn't help but feel a quiver in your knee when you thought of it. He had noticed you entered, but paid you no mind. Instead, he turned flat onto his stomach, muttering incoherently.
"You as hot as I am?" You closed the door behind you, trailing over to him and letting yourself topple into the bed.
"If it weren't for you, I'd curse the day I was forced to return here." He sighed, raising a hand to run along your stomach. His voice was rougher when he was in this form, icier than when he was merely in an Asgardian light.
You gasped at the abrupt, rather freezing sensation at the touch of Loki's hand. He seemed to take notice, cocking a brow.
"You're so cold." You muttered, scooting closer to him and gently pressing your hands against his cheeks. He wasn't just his usual, chilled aura. No, he was absolutely frigid.
"Well, yes, darling. Desperate times call for desperate measures." He replied, bringing his hands over your own. "Do you need to be cooled down? You're burning up." He said it as if it wasn't seventy fucking six degrees in the rest of the tower.
"Please." You groaned, falling on top of him to let two-thirds of your body come into contact with his icy skin, an instant relief from the heat that permeated the rest of the tower.
"Why can't we go on vacation to fucking- Iceland or something?" You whined, pressing your face into his chest to cool yourself off. "Everyone else gets to escape the tower and we're left in this fucking, on call bullshit.. What are we, nurses?"
"We're easy targets." Loki ran his hands up and down your back, riding up your tank top to access more of you. He could have sworn he saw steam rising from your skin in reaction to his own.
"Why didn't you tell me you could do this last night when I was tossing and turning and calling Tony every bad word imaginable?" Your voice was muffled by his chest, your hands feeling up his large biceps.
"It was simply too amusing."
You scoffed, swatting at him. "Reveling in my torture."
"What kind of God would I be if I didn't?"
So the two of you lay there, pressed against his skin until you were satisfied, almost cold. It was the first night of sleep you were able to get in almost a week that didn't leave you waking up sweating.
Maybe having a frost giant boyfriend every now and then came with its perks.
➳ CW: they both suffer from severe-married-couple-itis (they want each other bad), dirty talk/flirting, reader is down baddd (real) and under the influence, no drunk sex (but reader tries to initiate), slight exhibitionism, reader squeezes Loki's ass (understandable), and then puts her hands down his pants (don't worry, he very openly likes it), Loki denies reader (hardest thing he's ever done), allusions to morning sex, Loki is infatuated with his drunk/tipsy wife, reader steals something, Loki is kinda moody initially (same), reader wants to climb Loki, no mention of y/n.
➳ A/N: day 8!!! I need to actually lock in and get to writing for the last few days of this challenge hihi!! I have an exam tuesday and I've had a bunch of assignments to give in the past few days BUT things will free up after tuesday morning :) (for a week or so)
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(this gif is also great, it's that deviously sexy grin I think) (one of my favs)
(gif by @nightcrawler0213 !!)
Loki was not often caught off guard. Now, however, he most certainly was. His wife had gone off with his mother and their ladies in order to try new wines that had come in from different Realms. New flavours, new colours, new bottles. An elaborate affair. He had been invited, naturally, but he’d not been in the mood when the offer had been given, so he’d denied it. And he’d promptly regretted it when he’d kissed his darling goodbye, watching her traipse off in one of her beautiful gowns towards the gardens, where the tasting would take place.
However, just as he’d felt himself growing upset at potentially missing out on something wonderfully exciting (something involving his wife was always particularly more entertaining), she came back to their chambers, bringing excitement all on her own. He had been reading when she’d returned. Initially, when he’d heard the loud opening of the doors to their chambers, he’d thought it was Thor. He’d dispelled that idea the moment he heard a girlish giggle. Immediately, intrigue had filled him, and his sense for mischief had sharpened. Whatever had just walked in to disturb his uneventful evening sounded fun.
And there he was, now standing at the doors to their bedchambers, watching his wife stumble into their sitting rooms with an unabashed grin on her face, her hair slightly unkempt. And, most interestingly, a wine bottle in her hand.
“Darling…?”
“Darling!” She squealed at the sound of his voice, turning towards the sound of it.
She seemed wobbly, and at least slightly unsteady. He was quick to rush over to her, arms wrapping around her middle to keep her secure.
“Mmm, my husband…” She purred, pressing her lips against his cheek and just making kissing noises.
“How much wine did you try, exactly, darling?” Loki asked, amused.
“Oh, I’ve no idea. It was madness! Apricot, prune, raspberries… the wine makers have gone mad! I lost count at 10.”
“Bottles?” He asked, grinning.
“Nooo,” She admonished, looking at him as if it was obvious. “Kinds of wine!”
“You are drunk, pet.”
“Drunk? Princesses do not get drunk. I was told that in my lessons.”
“Well, I rather think they meant it as a rule of thumb, not as an impossibility. Either that, or you’ve just made the impossible possible.”
She preened at his words.
“Well, I do tend to do that.”
“… Why do you have a bottle with you, my love?”
She looked to him, and then down to her hands, confused and then surprised, to find a wine bottle there.
“Oh. I suppose I stole it?”
“Stole it?” He repeated, surprised.
“Stole it… yes! I stole it. I believe it was implied that we should not… but breaking the rules is fun. Someone told me that once.” She mused, cackling at herself once she focused in on the bottle again.
“Yes, I wonder who that was…” Loki said, pulling her into his chest again and caressing the back of her head gently, prying the wine bottle from her hand and setting it aside.
“You look so handsome, my love… I find myself desiring most desperately to climb you.” She purred, reaching for his face and pulling him down for a messy kiss.
“Climb me?” He mused, looking at her with fondness. “You are not at all your usual self, my darling.”
“I am more myself than ever before! More daring than ever. We should make love in the hallways.”
“With the Einherjar there, love?” He tilted his head in amusement.
She waved her hand.
“Who cares? They will not say! Moreover, you always say I have wonderful breasts. Let us spread the joy of them.” She declared boldly, looking at him as she squeezed her breasts once.
Loki had never been more amused in his life, and he’d been at the center of hundreds of ridiculously improbable situations.
“We will not be doing that, darling, no.” He denied her gently, reaching for her hands and kissing her knuckles one by one.
“Fine…” She giggled. “Can I see you naked, then?” She laughed some more, eyes sparkling.
“Naked?” He raised a brow, amused. “Why?”
“I like your legs… and your cock. And your ass.” She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth.
Loki snorted, pulling her into his arms again.
“Let us get you into bed, my troublemaking hellion.” He said fondly.
“Bed is boring.” She insisted, her hands (around him) moving south and palming at his behind, even managing to squeeze it.
“Darling.” He reproached her softly, smirk evident in his voice.
“Were all of you in such a state by the end?” He asked, beginning to pull her towards their bedchambers.
“Some of the ladies were laughing quite a bit as well, and were all flushed… Your mother seemed fine, though.” She recalled languidly, now busying herself with trying to get her hands into his trousers.
“Unsurprising.” Loki answered, unperturbed (if not enticed and charmed) by her hands.
“Will I get to climb you now?” She asked excitedly, seeing their bed come into her near vicinity.
“You will get to climb into bed, yes.”
“Boring.” She said, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. “We should do something interesting. Like play a trick on Thor! You could…” She shook her head around, perhaps to signify his magic. “And we could make Thor’s things entirely too large and make him think he has become miniscule!”
“My darling, I am constantly surprised by how much I love you.” Loki said, brushing some of her hair back. “And that, is a genius idea. I shall store it away for a rainy day.”
“You should store me away…” She purred, stumbling slightly on nothing and then bursting into laughter.
“That makes no sense, my love.” He chuckled along with her, hands moving to begin undoing her gown’s laces. Immediately, she raised a brow, winking at him. But he shook his head gently, smiling. “Not tonight, my heart.”
She huffed, pressing her nose against his chest and inhaling deeply.
“But you smell so nice!”
“I will smell the same in the morning, I promise.” He replied calmly, helping her out of her gown.
“Will you at least sleep naked?” She said, batting her lashes and trying (and failing) to hide a devious grin at her own idea.
“Will that make you get into bed?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Fine. But nothing will happen, understand, my love?”
She eventually begrudgingly agreed, and Loki managed to get her ready for bed and curled up into his side. She was half-asleep and tracing shapes into his chest when she spoke. He was almost certain she wasn’t aware that she was doing it.
“I stole the bottle because… I thought you’d like the taste.” His heart warmed at her words.
In truth, it had warmed from the moment she’d walked through the doors, stumbling and laughing like a gorgeous fool.
“Is that so, my love? My little devious romantic.” He kissed her head. “What flavour did you get me?”
“Mm… can’t remember. Go read it.” She urged, lifting her hand off his chest to wave it lazily in the general direction of their sitting room before it fell back onto his chest with a thump.
He kissed her head with another soft laugh, pulling her in closer to his side. She was safe, she was happy, and she’d included him in something he’d excluded himself from. What more could he ever want from this perfect woman?
She surprised him when she suddenly spoke again when he’d thought she was long gone into the land of dreams.
“I will climb you tomorrow.” She threatened weakly.
“I look forward to it.” He whispered against her hair, utterly unbothered and entirely happy to let her try.
➳ CW: Filthyyy, they are married (and obsessed/hungry for one another), they partake in (very much consensual (confirmed in the fic)) primal play in a forest, i.e. Reader is being 'chased' by Loki and is then caught by him before they eventually have sex, unprotected sex (I always forget to add this warning pls forgive me) (DO NOT DO THIS), dirty talk, Loki is cocky/smug as all hell, Loki loves theatrics, Reader is super horny for him and just wants to get to it, no mention of y/n, UNBETAED (I will look over this eventually guys), handjob, oral (f!receiving), Reader fantasizes about oral (Loki!receiving), cum eating (Loki), aftercare (forgive me if it isn't entirely well done </3), doggy style, a lot of comparisons to wild animals (Loki is a freak here always), potentially dark-ish Loki warning? (but it's entirely an act), Loki is a giver!!
➳ A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! All of you who have followed and who have read my fics at any point in time are my valentines today <3 I love you all so much and am so thankful for your support. Thank you for 300+ followers <3
ps: you cannot convince me this is not something they wouldn't get up to lol they are absolute freaks (and I would let Loki do this to me EASY) (Loki where are you)
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(he's so devious look at him) (gif by @beatlebirdfly !!)
You couldn't breathe. You'd just ran through the forest as fast as you could manage, past what felt like hundred trees, until you'd found a tree likely as old as it was massive. You quickly hid behind it, front pressed against the trunk so you could subtly look around it to see if he was on your trail.
You snuck a look and quickly hid back behind it, trying to catch your breath all whilst keeping as quiet as possible. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had, probably due to this being the most intense thing you'd ever been put through. More terrifyingly exciting than you could've ever imagined it.
A twig snapped somewhere from where you'd come and you bit down on your lip hard, desperately holding back the sound of surprise trying to come out of you.
"I know you are here, my love..." The sound of his voice made your breath stutter. He sounded so calm and so composed, not at all winded or worried. Holding back your small smile was the hardest thing.
You considered running, considered pressing yourself further against the tree, hoping the dark colored gown you'd chosen would hide you long enough to get to run in the opposite direction the moment he'd pass by the tree. But he was fast.
He was close enough now that you could just barely hear his footsteps, his boots against the ground. You gulped, and right as you decided that you were about to turn and bolt as far and fast as you could, you felt hands on the backs of your shoulders. You screamed in terror and the chuckle that came from behind you was both comforting and frightening.
"I thought you had learned not to trust what you see or hear when with me, love."
As if you'd just ran again, your breathing was fast. He squeezed your right shoulder once, a subtle question to make sure you were well. You nodded lightly. He proceeded.
"Did you really think it would be fair? Going against me? Someone so beautiful, so cherished, running from me and expecting me not to catch her?"
You realized suddenly that the footsteps you'd heard, maybe even the twig snapping, hadn't truly been his doing. Simply an auditory illusion, or one of his doubles in the case you looked over. He could've been watching you this entire time. Somehow.
His body pressed against yours, pressing you further against the rough tree bark. You could smell him so well from here, and you felt yourself salivate slightly. Something cool yet soothing, the smell of leather, and a more persistent smell of his musk from the usual do the running he'd done.
"Tell me, was it scary? Running from me?"
You nodded, turning your head to the side so you could see him. Loki looked the same as his usual, besides his slightly mussed hair and his cheeks being lightly flushed. You tried not to focus on how pretty it made him look. You most definitely were not meant to think that about him now.
He looked back at you, and he looked fierce and severe, but you (and no one else would have noticed) noticed how his eyes seemed to briefly soften when yours found his, as if he, too, was endeared at how you looked after your (much less graceful) running through the forest.
"Why did it have you fearful? Tell me." He demanded, taking one of your hands and placing it by your head, against the tree bark, one of his quickly following it.
"I did not know... where you would come from. Or how fast you would be." You'd finally found your voice, much to the relief of you both.
"Very fast." He whispered into your ear. You shivered pleasantly at the feeling of his breath against your neck.
"I wonder what I shall do now that I have caught my wonderful, priceless prize. Perhaps I shall take her home to admire her. Or..." his other hand moved around your waist, pulling you flush against him. A soft whine came out of you at the feel of him hard against you. You'd already wanted him upon waking. It was practically unbearable at this point, your gusset soaked.
"Or," He continued lowly, biting your earlobe. "I can have my prize here. Since I am incredibly generous, I'll let you voice your opinion."
"Here..." Your reply was immediate and breathless. There'd been some agreement to keep the game going for a while longer after he'd caught you, to have you playfully try and flee one last time, but you couldn't possibly be expected to remember details like that when your handsome husband was moments away from ravishing you against a tree, his hard cock pressing into you.
Also, why in the world would you ever willingly free from his embrace once you were already in it?
Loki chuckled softly against your head, clearly surprised that you'd changed the script like this.
"So eager, my love." He purred, and you knew that this was him, not the role he was playing. He was utterly enamored with you right now.
"Mmm, I want you."
"I can see that." You could feel his grin against your temple. "So desperate for your husband's cock that you cannot even play a game properly with me before I give it to you, hm? What should the Realms think?"
"The Realms have no business knowing."
"Mm, indeed. Moreover, I am sure they know just how happy you are from the way you so love clinging to my arm during celebrations."
It was becoming incredibly taxing to try and pay attention to his words while having him pressed to you like this, tempting you. You did your best to move against him as best as you could, both hoping for some relief and hoping to tempt him into actually taking you like he'd promised.
"Look at you..." He cooed, eyes moving down to watch the way you pressed your backside repeatedly against his cock. "You debauched thing."
"Loki... you promised."
"Yes, I did indeed, but you usually have more patience than this, my love. Has this new setting inspired you so deeply? Made you a feral tigress, perhaps."
You fought against his hands holding you the tree, wanting to turn around and kiss him deep, but he held strong.
"We do this on my terms. As we agreed, my love. Do you remember?" He whispered, voice darkening slightly (for effect and dramatics of course).
You nodded silently, and Loki seemed pleased, almost as if your previous game had begun anew.
"So, my beautiful prey wishes to be at my mercy in this lush forest, hm? She does not wish to delay her fate... what a brave darling."
You shivered, feeling half-mad at this point. Loki had always been one for the theatrics, and you hated him for it right now. His idea for the two of you to be intimate in the wild forests by the palace of Asgard had been devious and utterly salacious (like most things he came up with), and you were currently more aroused than you felt you'd ever been, which is exactly why you wanted desperately to shut him up, as much as you loved him and his dramatics. He would not leave something unfinished, however. You knew this full well and when it extended to your marriage bed, you were usually more than happy to encourage him. But not now.
You huffed, resting your forehead against the bark.
"And now she wishes to misbehave, it seems." He tutted sharply, and you felt a small, secretive smirk pull at your mouth.
"Will you apologize?" And he was smirking, too.
You both fully expected the shake of your head that followed.
"I shall remember this..." He promised, his voice quiet and calm. It made your insides tighten pleasantly.
Unable to help yourself, you were utterly gleeful when you felt one of Loki’s hands begin to pull up your skirts.
“I wonder, are you dripping down these thighs, pet? I wish so desperately to devour you…”
You whined, pressing back against him. You ached to have him inside of you.
“You frenzied darling… do you need my cock?” He was teasing you, and enjoying this far too much.
“Yes…” You replied with no hesitation.
“Touch it, then. Reach for it.” He goaded.
You did not wait a moment longer, sighing as he released your hand, moving it between the two of you and moaning at the sound of him freeing himself for you. You took him in hand, squeezing his hardness and salivating at the thought of it inside of you. At the thought of it in your mouth. Though you knew he would not let you now. He was far too eager, much as he tried to deny it, to have you properly. Perhaps he would let you tonight, if you batted your eyes at him enough. In truth, you knew with certainty that he would gladly let you do anything to him, but he liked to make a game of everything.
“Do you see what you have done to me? What the thrill of running after you, after your luxurious skirts has made of me?” Loki pressed his mouth to your ear, kissing your jaw gently. “What thrill I have experienced at the mere thought of what lies beneath this dress?”
“Loki…”
He shushed you gently, kissing your cheek. He hissed at how you began to stroke him. You could feel how eager he was. He was utterly hard, and his cock twitched when you gave it a particularly slow, playful stroke.
“Tell me, do you wish to be fucked?” He whispered darkly, all while holding you lovingly and making sure he shielded you when a stronger gust of wind blew through the forest.
“Yes, please…”
“Ask for it, pet.” You were certain he wished to sound demanding, but it sounded like a plea to your experienced ears.
“Please… please fuck me.”
He let out a shaky breath at your words and rucked your skirts up to your hips, bending you over slightly. He soon followed, caging you in with his chest to your back.
“I felt it only right… that I take you like this. To have us like wild beasts.” He whispered.
And you honestly did not care. He could have chosen to take you in any position, and you would have welcomed it. You just needed your husband here and now. You placed both of your hands back up against the tree trunk, stabilizing yourself in your utterly exposed position. You felt a flash of vulnerability in such a position, in a place like this, associated with dangers, but your heart did not allow you to dwell on it. Because Loki was here with you, and you trusted him with your entire soul, and knew he would not let anything hurt you. Because you knew that your souls were yours as much as each other’s.
You came back to the present when you heard him chuckle darkly before delivering a light slap to your right ass cheek (and then squeezing it indulgently). You felt yourself tighten at the sensation, and you could tell he enjoyed the sight.
“You delightful darling… no undergarments, all so that I might feast my eyes on this sweet jewel all the quicker.” He praised you as if he hadn’t pulled off your undergarments himself in your chambers before you’d left for the forest and had a taste.
Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of the tip of his cock gently running up and down your slit. Loki’s other hand moved to your hip, rubbing it soothingly with his thumb.
“Are you ready for me, pet? I ask out of the sheer kindness of my heart and the manners I was raised with. I can clearly see you are prepared to take me, my excited minx.”
You nodded, your legs feeling as if they were ready to give out from anticipation. It was like this every time with him, and yet you never could get used to it.
Loki was truly taking it far this time. He got closer to you, and decided to keep torturing you both by pressing his tip inside of you and then pulling it out, and this repeatedly. You could feel how frustrated he was (even though it was his own decision to do this) by how his hand around your hip tightened slightly.
“Ohh, I’ll make you mine forever, pet, once you take me in.” He growled lowly, his eyes on where you were both joined.
You moaned lowly and pressed back against him, taking his cock further. It was enough to have him give in, and he simply let yourself sink back onto his cock with a soft groan.
“Yesss…” He hissed, placing his other hand atop yours on the bark.
From there, it became as wild and animalistic as he’d promised. You both did not hold back on your sounds of pleasure, and he held you tight, pressing hot kisses to your neck.
"Norns, I love this sweet cunt. My very own piece of Valhalla, hm?" He was panting in your ear.
"I love you, I love you-" You babbled, panting and jostling forward with his thrusts.
"I know... I love you, too, my darling. My angelic beauty, my siren, my nymph." He groaned, pulling you in closer and lifting both your torsos up by wrapping an arm around your middle. He then turned your head and angled it towards his for a messy kiss.
You'd both been playing this game for far too long, teasing one another and letting pure adrenaline course through your veins. You knew you would not last much longer, and by the way Loki was clutching you and had finally forgone your game, you knew he wouldn't, either.
He seemed to know, as well, likely from how he felt you tightening around him, and feeling your thighs start to tremble.
"Reach down and touch yourself, my love." He ordered and it came out sounding far harsher than he'd meant it with how he was panting.
And you, eager to make you both feel as good as he was making you feel, reached down with a trembling hand and began to touch yourself, rubbing your clitoris. Your body's reaction was immediate, and the way you tightened around Loki's cock was nearly his undoing.
"Nornssss," He hissed, though it sounded much like a whine, too. "I am... besotted with you, and your sounds, and the feel... of you." He panted, pulling you back against his cock more firmly, a sign he was nearly at his peak. "I would chase you... through the Nine... Realms-"
"Loki..." You cried his name into the serene echo of the forest, and that was all it took for your husband.
He let out a low groan of your own name, his forehead pressing to the back of your head as he gave a few more sharp thrusts before stopping, buried to the hilt inside of you. You could feel him coming to completion, warming you from the inside. You kept up the pace of your fingers' own movements, so very close to your own peak, but it wasn't long before Loki, still pit of breath, moved your hand aside and took over the movements for you.
"My darling... grant me this one wish, this one blessing... come around me, please." He pleaded with you, his words so very moving in a moment so fiercely erotic. "I wish to feel the pleasure I give you."
A cry of his name came a few moments later from your throat, and he nodded against your temple, speaking soft words of encouragement and kissing the side of your face tenderly.
You both slumped against the tree, breathing hard. Then, Loki moved you both around, so he could sit down with his back to the tree trunk and pull you into his lap, holding you to him. He tenderly brushed his fingers across your back, kissing your forehead a few times and letting you catch your breath. When he felt you relax and go lax in his arms, he tilted his head to look at you.
"Well? How was that?" He grinned.
"Utterly debauched, husband. I feel like an unruly bride who has just eloped with her love, unable to wait a moment longer.”
“Ah, then you would be the prettiest unruly bride that ever was, my perfect vixen. You were exquisite.” He was utterly smug and he was unafraid to show it. He seemed to even sit taller somehow, even when sitting up against a tree in a damned forest.
“Do you feel well?” He proceeded, now much more genuine and gentle. “Are you hurt anywhere? Were you scared whilst we played chase?”
You shook your head, pressing the side of it against his chest. He gently rested his chin atop your head, in turn.
“That gladdens me, my love. Do you need anything? I shall get us into a bath once we are back home, and then I shall get you beneath our furs to warm you.” He promised tenderly.
“I am alright, darling… Perhaps a bit unsteady on my feet at the moment, is all.” You replied, your voice a tad hoarse.
“It shall pass, my love.” He replied, attempting to hold back his pride at your confession.
“Did I mention how perfect you were and how beautiful you looked? It was utterly enchanting to chase after you, my love. You were like an elusive nymph, made in shape and mind solely with tormenting me in mind. And you played the part of a scared doe so very well, my little performer.”
“Perhaps next time you shall be the doe. Except I will not chase you.”
He laughed softly.
“If I was to be your prey, my love, I would willingly come to you. You are utterly irresistible.”
You remained in quaint silence for a short while.
“…Do you think we are missed in the palace? Perhaps we should begin making our way back so that we are back before dark.”
“We shall go soon, my love. But I cannot possibly let you go as you are.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, watching as Loki suddenly pulled one of his thicker cloaks out of a bit of green mist, setting it easily down onto the ground by the both of you.
“Sit there, my darling.” He urged you patiently, helping you sit yourself onto the cloak, much to your confusion. From there, he gently helped you lie back on it all while settling himself between your legs with a boyish glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
“My love, I do not understand-”
“-Shh, my darling. Will you allow me to do this? I would not, in good conscience, let this go to waste.” Loki murmured, slowly rucking up your skirts. You looked at him with slow understanding, reaching towards him.
He simply caught your hand in his own, pressing a kiss to it.
“Husband, that is incredibly filthy…” You began, watching him with trepidation (and a bit of undeniable thrill).
“It is not, my love. It is simply the two of us.” He reasoned softly, finally seeing your bare cunt come into view again, now messy from a mixture of your respective cum.
“You cannot truly wish to-”
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked softly, watching you seriously.
You shook your head a bit too quickly and he smiled before leaning in to lick a line up your slit, unbothered.
You moaned, your other hand going to his head and curling into his hair.
Loki, all too happily, pulled away after a few moments of uninterrupted silence, licking at his lips.
“I must say, dearest, I am upset I have not thought of this before. We taste quite nice.”
You groaned, embarrassed just as much as you were aroused.
“You are truly devious, husband.”
“I shall take that as the highest compliment, especially coming from my muse.”
“Your muse?” You repeated, raising a brow, watching him fix your skirts.
“Naturally, my love. Who else would have inspired me to come up with such a filthy adventure?” Loki grinned, leaning over to kiss your covered hip.
Loki had followed through on his promise to devour his prey after all.
You adored intimacy with Loki; sex with him was euphoric, the way he touched you was devoting beyond belief, he pleasured you in ways that left you starry eyed and boneless. You, though, could not seem to stay still. At all. It wasn't as if you wanted to escape, no, Loki provided you with outstandingly pleasurable endeavors. You simply became overwhelmed, and out of this factor, you squirmed. You tried to stay still, truly, but under the sensation of Loki's touch, your back would arch, your hips would jolt, your body would curl away as if it only took one touch from the god to provide overstimulation.
"Honestly, dove, is this so overwhelming for you?"
Loki gazed down at you, brow raised in mild amusement. You were laid beneath him on cotton sheets, one of his hands braced by your head, the other lying flat along your ribcage. The latter had previously been cupping your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple, circling the peak. Your torso had lifted then, twisting away as a whimper caught in your throat, prompting a soft huff from your lover, and his gentle comment of your intolerance.
"...Kind of," you admitted, heat rising to your cheeks at the murmured truth, even as it was one he was well aware of already. "I'm sorry, I want this, really, it's just...a lot."
"You needn't apologize, I know," he murmured back, voice softening slightly in understanding. His head tilted in contemplation then, eyes meeting yours again, this time with the familiar hint of mischief. "Though I do believe we've discussed a solution to this little trait of yours, yes?"
You swallowed at the suggestion, heart stuttering at the implication of his words. You had discussed bondage before; Loki had introduced it teasingly one night as you were wrapped in his arms after a particularly intense bout of coitus, only to find that you were genuinely unopposed, which in turn led to further discussion. Still, it was only that. Discussion. The conversation had never made it past words, and the thought of it brought out your bashfulness tenfold.
"Yeah...we have."
"And has your consent on the matter changed?" he questioned, you could see the care written in his features, despite the inclination in his gaze. You shook your head embarrassingly quickly, pulse jumping at the smirk that graced his lips, dangerous and unfairly gorgeous.
"Then let us put this idea into practice, little vixen." His hands trailed upward once more, and you tried your hardest to remain still despite the way your body naturally trembled. His hands found your wrists, slowly raising them above your head, letting your heart race at the anticipation. Your hands in his reached the headboard, followed by a cool, tingly sensation accompanied by a faint green glow, the same that shone in Loki's eyes.
When he lifted his hands, you found your wrists bound by silk scarves, emerald colored, of course, tight, but not uncomfortably so. While you were fixated on your restraints, Loki's hands traveled down your sides, settling at your hips where the same glow illuminated once more, this time, prompting some invisible force to keep your hips still, forbidding any further squirming.
"This stops the moment you wish it to," Loki reminded, voice low, completely sincere.
"I don't want it to," you murmured breathlessly, a thrilled flutter in your stomach as he loomed over you, unable to squirm as you usually would. A low laugh from the god followed your words, their effect on him evident as his cock stiffened against your thigh.
"You precious thing," he murmured, cool fingers trailing down your sternum, then stomach, then thigh, uninterrupted this time. "Let me ravish you like I've intended all this time, uninterrupted"
Loki's hands slid under your thighs, gently hiking your knees up over his shoulders, their slight trembling prompting his breath to hitch. One hand dipped lower, middle and ring finger gliding just barely through your folds. Your hips twitched instinctively with the desire to buck away, a whimper sounding from your throat at the inability to do so.
"You are exquisite when you are not running from me," he mused lowly, thumb angling to rub your clit, achingly slow, torturous in your forced stillness. He slid one finger into you then, crooking easily with the lubrication of your arousal, evidence of your pleasure in this position. "By the norns you are drenched, beloved. I should have suggested this far sooner."
"Loki!" you cried out as he inserted a second finger, scissoring slowly in preparation, thumb on your clit circling as a means to sooth.
"Hush, my love, I shall take care of you," he murmured, pupils blown at the obscene squelch that sounded from your wetness; the sight of your expression - brows drawn in pleasure, jaw slightly slack, head tipped back - causing his cock to ache in its lack of stimulation, tip twitching eagerly.
Loki pulled out of you then, your juices stringing from his fingers, a soft noise of disappointment escaping you at the sudden emptiness. One hand caressed your hip soothingly, the other spreading your slick over his length, allowing himself a few independent preliminary strokes, lips parted with a soft groan.
"Loki, please," you drawled out, clit throbbing at the lack of attention, body tellingly rigid, patience far too thin already.
"Such impatience," he mused, lips twitching as he shifted your knees higher, aligning his cock with your entrance, much to your eagerness. He circled his tip around your slit, taking pleasure in your clear desire to squirm and declination of being able to do so. "I must say, I rather enjoy you like this," a pause, "though I suppose you've done wonderfully thus far, and I am a benevolent god to grant you the pleasure you seek..."
He trailed off, and any words of agreement or gratitude you had been forming were abruptly cut off by a guttural moan from your lips. Loki had plunged his cock into you with no warning, his girth stretching your walls and crooking exquisitely into that spongy spot that made your senses blur.
"Loki!" You cried, back arched upward as much as it could within your restraints, hips glued as you were compelled to take every overwhelming thrust, every movement on your end limited to a tea. "Fuck, it's so much!"
"You can take it, you will," he grunted, a low moan strung from his lips as your walls clenched around him, his fingers finding your clit once more to work you to that blissful state that he insisted you glowed in. "You," he huffed, "are doing extraordinarily."
You whined, head thrashing side to side as he focused your clit, overstimulated tears filling your eyes as he bottomed out, only to thrust deeper, harder, keeping a maddening, inescapable pace. Heat was pooling low in your belly, quicker than you could catch your breath, tension raveling tighter as Loki continued drawing you to the edge.
"I can't, I can't, Loki, I'm gonna- ah!" you stammered through sobs, thighs trembling against his shoulders. Loki's head dipped down, littering soft kisses along your collarbones, the gentleness a calmer contrast in an attempt to lull your overwhelmed state.
"I know, darling, I know," he whispered against your skin, angling his hips to hit your g-spot perfectly, drawing the knot in your belly taught, on the precipice of snapping. "You're nearly there, come for me, beloved."
Your orgasm hit you hard, crashing over you in waves that tore wrecked moans from your throat, your muscles spasming from the sheer intensity. Loki worked you through it, fingers steady on your swollen clit as he drove into you, milking every ounce of ecstasy he could from you. Your cunt squeezed his cock with every wave of pleasure, Loki's own orgasm soon chasing your own. With a few final thrusts, he pulled out, cock sprung up, thick ropes of his release spurting out onto your stomach, his head thrown back rapturously.
The two of you came down from your highs, the room sounding with your concomitant pants. Coming to, Loki gazed down at you, curls hanging around his face in a halo that made him look angelic. You met his gaze with a watery one of your own, offering a weak smile in your worn out state, your own hair mussed and sprawled out against the pillows.
"Oh my love..." he murmured softly, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb swiping away a stray tear that had rolled down your temple. "look at you, absolutely ravishing. You did beautifully."
As he praised you, the same soft glow from earlier returned, encapsulating your wrists and hips once more, removing the restraints. You flexed and stretched slightly, arms dropping to lazily grasp at whatever parts of Loki you could reach, anchoring yourself in your dazed state.
"Thank you," you managed to mumble, humming quietly as the god leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss.
"Do not thank me for giving you the pleasure you more than deserve," he murmured against your lips, fingers tracing your jaw delicately. "My adoration for you exceeds the words that this realm has to offer, I am grateful you trust me enough for me to attempt to fulfill it through such actions."
You weren't sure quite what to respond to such kind words; your heart felt as if it could melt, a similar feeling that encapsulated the rest of your body. As if he could sense this, and as if you didn't need to, Loki simply pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin, fingers tracing the path of your spine tranquilly.
You didn't need words for Loki to know you loved him endlessly, nor did you need to remain still on your own accord, your lover knew, and in knowing he fulfilled your every need completely, all in the sake of loving you.
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