I swear to god if I’ve waited this long just for my Spotify wrapped to call me ‘pixie core y2k baddie depressed gurliepop hours average facial harmony vibes indie rizzler queen’ I’m going off grid.
Feelings and confessions come to a head...literally.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: the smut is here, Dom!Loki, finger-sucking, narrative kink, beach sex
Anyone who wants to read this chapter while avoiding the smut can read down to the cliff jump about halfway down, then skip down to after the page break!
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Was there any point to putting your flimsy parachute clothes on again? You were the only two around and you’d already both seen one another. I’m starting to have an affair with Loki Laufeyson, you thought. What do I have left to lose?
You forced him to get one more night’s rest before retreating to the waterfall for your ‘getaway.’ As naked as Adam and Eve, the two of you spent the day living in your own Eden, finally enjoying the paradise for all it had to offer.
The entire afternoon, you sat on a rock with your legs dangling in the pool up to your knees, lacing hibiscus flowers together into a chain while watching Loki show off his swimming and diving skills, his youthful energy finally fully returned.
“As children, this was my favorite way to spend a summer’s evening,” Loki recalled, telling you more stories about his life. “There was an outdoor hot spring exclusively for the royal family located in the hills, hidden behind a cloaking spell so only those who already knew of its existence could ever see it or its occupants. Thor and I spent hours trying to drown one another there.”
He occasionally took breaks to dry off in the sun with you, where you’d meet him below on the sand. You fed one another bits of fruit, sucking each other’s fingers dry of the juices that lingered before engaging in a lengthy make out session.
“You know,” he murmured as he traced kisses up your arm, “You listen to my blathering all day, yet you never talk about where you grew up.”
“You wouldn’t care to know,” you dismissed. “I had the most average middle-American upbringing you can think of.”
“Well, considering how new I am to this world, I don’t know what that implies,” he replied.
You bit your lip and looked out over the lagoon. “Split-level ranch in the suburbs with a white fence, two parents and a dog, worked on the school paper and went to college, no real problems.”
“Everyone has real problems,” added Loki. “If it’s real to you, it’s real. Besides, the mundane tends to make people restless, and it’s the most restless among us who change the world.”
“Heh,” you chuckled, “The worst crisis I had in my adolescence was when my high school crush asked my best friend to prom instead of me. I remember it feeling like the end of everything.”
Loki shrugged. “Sounds heartbreaking, especially to someone so young.”
“You ever deal with a heartbreak?” you asked.
He had to think for a moment. “Yes, very much, but not really with a lover. Heartbreak comes in many forms.”
You felt guilty bringing it up, because you knew about his troubled family life. You should have seen that reaction coming. Instead, you changed the subject. “What would you do if the UN granted you full freedom?”
“I never really thought about it, because it won’t happen for some time,” he dismissed.
“Would you stay here or go back to Asgard?”
Loki sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. “As if I’d ever willingly go back to Asgard while my father lives!”
“You’d stay around Earth?” you asked hopefully.
He looked at you with warm eyes. “If you asked me that two weeks ago, my answer would have been a resounding ‘no.’”
“And now?” you prodded, winking at him.
“Well, the view has gotten significantly lovelier since then.”
He leaned in for a kiss, and you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you and laying your head down on the sand. He gave a small “oomph!” against your lips, not fully expecting your passionate reaction.
You began to feel aroused, but Loki mischievously pulled away from you. “Jump with me,” he bade.
You sat up and looked skyward at the ledge in the cliffside Loki was leaping from. “From there?!”
“From there,” he replied with a sly grin.
“That’s got to be fifty feet up! You may be strong enough to survive that, but I’m just a fragile little human!” you whined, taking a hibiscus bloom and nervously using your fingers to comb your hair with the intent to weave the flower into a braid, but Loki put his hand over yours to stop you.
“Y/N? Do you forget that you fell out of an exploding airplane with me?”
“Fair point.”
“Trust me!” he urged while taking the blossom from you and sweetly tucking it behind your ear. Loki was grinning again, but there was a glint of mischief in it this time, and it sent a pleasant tingle down your spine. Even if he was about to kill you, at least he looked attractive doing it. “It seems to be working well so far.”
He took your hand and climbed with you up to his jumping spot. From the ledge, you couldn’t help but pause to admire the view. It wasn’t quite above the treeline, but it was high enough that you could see the shape of the pond below, as well as how the sun beamed through the palms and created patterns on the sand that you hadn’t noticed.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered. “How did I not see it before?”
“Well, we do now,” answered Loki, not letting go of your hand.
“There aren’t many places like this left on the planet,” you mumbled sadly.
Loki smiled, recalling more memories. “Asgard has many.”
You twisted your lip and sighed. “It’s a shame I can’t see them.”
“Maybe someday I’ll get parole,” he suggested, “And as soon as I can go off-Realm, I’ll take you back with me for a visit.”
“Even with your father? Would he approve of you bringing a mortal around?”
“Nope, and that’s an added bonus for me,” Loki grinned. “Now, stop stalling and get up here!”
You climbed onto Loki’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t let go!” he added.
“Trust me, I won’t,” you said nervously, making him laugh.
“I see I finally brought you down a peg. No wonder you’re easier to be around!” Loki joked before rearing back. “Are you ready?”
“Just a mome--”
Loki rolled into the air in front of him, sending you both flipping once before tumbling downward. He didn’t whoop or laugh, only flailing his legs around while he cut through the spray of the falls. Your stomach only had a moment to churn before you hit the surface with an exaggerated splash. Loki released your arms, aside from your left wrist, which he held on to.
Swimming was something that had always brought you joy. You loved the way cool, natural water felt surrounding your skin, carrying your weight for you and letting you fly as if the bottom of the lake were a skyline. The water was so pure that you could see things clearly when you opened your eyes. Loki was facing you with a smile, his hair floating around carelessly like a black seaweed halo framing his face.
He pulled you along, away from the falls, and finally surfaced with you about halfway up the pool. Yanking you into his arms, Loki dipped you under for a moment before you could stop him, chuckling playfully.
“Blegh! What was that for?” you asked as you resurfaced and wiggled out of his grip.
“I just made you wet!” he laughed.
“Now that sounds like Old Loki,” you sneered, turning your back to him and doing a front crawl, putting a few good strokes between you before stopping.
Loki rolled his eyes. “It was the Old Loki that made you look twice at him,” he said with a shrug.
You sighed and looked for the right thing to say. “I hated to admit even to myself that I was harboring a one-way crush on you. That’s high school crap, give me a break!”
He awkwardly looked away from you. “The more I think about it, what I did to you…well, forcing you to arrange those trysts must have hurt more than--”
“--yes,” you interjected. “And all this time I’ve only wanted you to realize that, Loki.”
You flashed back while standing there in the lagoon, to the first time he’d made you break up with a sexual conquest of his. The girl, who had been a thin, pretty redhead, wept before you even offered the ‘severance package’ and NDA to her. You’d wanted to say something to her as well as to Loki, but deep down, you also felt a twinge of relief that he wouldn’t be tying himself down any time soon.
Now that you were able to see into your past more clearly, you were embarrassed by your schoolgirl feelings. Every time he invited a new plaything up to his rooms, you questioned what about them was different from you. What was better?
Loki, you made me so insecure--
Your intrusive thought was interrupted by the feeling of lips slowly kissing their way up your shoulder until they reached that tender flesh behind your ear.
“I know it now, I promise,” he whispered. “But please, indulge me for a moment…”
“...yes?”
“You never told me what I whispered to you in my delusion,” he brought up. “Please, I want to know. It’s clearly affected you. Did I insult you?”
Looking him in the eye, you sucked in your breath. You shook your head and pulled away from him. “You said you loved me and always have.”
The silence roared in your ear, deafening even the falls. As your heart threw itself around your ribcage, Loki looked away, as if recalling a memory of his own.
“Yes, that makes perfect sense to me,” he said pensively.
“Why? Because it was in a feverish place?” you mumbled bashfully.
Loki tilted your head up to meet his affectionate gaze, which instantly both cooled and warmed your insides. “Because it’s true.”
“No,” you denied. “You can’t lie to me like that!” Tears began to dam up around your eyes.
He threw up his hands in surrender. “I can’t make you believe me! You have to choose whether or not it’s the truth, I suppose. But know this,” he added, caressing your cheek softly, “You more than anyone else on Midgard knows how terrible I am at expressing myself. You’re closer to me than any mortal. However, if you choose to deny me, I’ll accept your decision.”
Your soul knew he was in earnest. “I…I can’t deny you, Loki,” you said in spite of your nerves, “Not any more.”
He let out a quick sigh of relief, dropping the gentlemanly act in order to roughly scoop you into his arms. “Thank Norns because letting you go would’ve been VERY difficult!”
You held tightly to him as he began frantically kissing you. “Norns, woman!” he moaned between your lips. “I need air!”
Responding quickly, you parted from his mouth to latch onto his shoulder with your teeth. He groaned in lust, his head rolling back and his mouth falling open. “Fuck…”
You mounted him as best you could, wrapping your legs around his hips and leaning back to get the angle right. Your crotch was flat against his body, just above his dick. You greedily began grinding as you had before. “Fuck me, baby,” you began pleading quietly. “Make me feel you…”
“All in due time, you hungry little mermaid,” he sneered with mischief. “We’ve waited eighteen months for this. I intend to savor it…drop…”
He paused, taking his free hand to cup a bit of water and bring it over your head.
“...by…”
He slowly spilled the liquid over your face and chest. It didn’t make you any wetter, but that wasn’t the point.
“...drop.”
He lunged down and latched onto your right breast with his mouth, sucking at the puckered bud, occasionally daring to nip at you with his sharp teeth. Each squeak he coaxed from you made him want to bite harder next time.
You began rolling your hips and shifting them downward. His erection prodded at the back of your ass, and you put pressure on the spot, taking Loki off-guard with a gasp.
“You like it when I’m a little rougher down there, do you?” you whispered seductively.
“Yessss,” he hissed back.
“So you need a little extra--” you reached under yourself with a hand, and lightly slapped Loki’s balls twice, each time making him squint and grunt. “--oomph--to get going?”
“Ohhhh Princess….” he replied.
You skillfully slipped your leg between Loki’s bringing your thigh up between his legs until his balls were wedged against his pubic bone and your skin.
“Y’know,” Loki mumbled as you began slowly shifting your thigh this way and that, creating friction that sent Loki’s nerves sparking, “back in New York, the way you’d drag me from place to place…”
“...yeah?”
“...and told me what to do…”
You were feeling warm pulses between your legs. “...yeah?”
Loki stopped moving, and you froze at his long, drawn out pause. Say it, Loki, you urged in your head. You want me to do it now for you, don't you?
He roughly pulled your chin up. His eyes were not compatible with your expectations.
Instead, he said, “Time for me to even the score.”
As he did to you once before, he used his Asgardian strength to his advantage. You were too drunk on lust to defend yourself as he threw you over his shoulder and began making his way to shore. “I am going to fuck you, hard, so don’t fret about that,” he said gruffly. “But you’re going to do what I say, for a change!”
You couldn’t help but giggle with excitement at the plot twist. You were surprised, but not disappointed. “But, Loki, you never did what I said in the first place!”
There was something about how quickly he had you on your back against the grass beyond the sand, at the edge of the forest that made him seem desperate, as if months and months of yearning and ache were finally being relieved of their pressure. He was feral, a wild tropical beast in heat who had until now been reluctantly lying in wait. Your skin tingled at the thought of being his prey.
Laying a finger across your lips with a ‘shhh’, Loki crawled on top of you without ceremony.
“Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’m a God who loves stories, and I mean loves stories. One suspicion of yours is quite true: I live for hearing myself talk.”
You managed to get out a simple “stories?” before he firmly laid his palm over your mouth.
“Let me finish,” he demanded. You squirmed with excitement underneath him. “I know exactly how I want our first little ‘union’ to go. You’re going to be absolutely quiet while I tell you about a dream I had once. If you make no noises, I’ll reward you. If you so much as squeak, then…” he lowered his eyelids dramatically and lengthened his sneer, “...you’ll regret it.”
Your skin trembled. He took his palm away from your face, choosing two digits and prodding them at your lips. “Suck on these for me. Maybe they’ll help…whether or not they’ll help you or I more…that’s up to you, Princess.”
Obeying, you were instantly drunk on them, letting all your inhibitions and dignity fly away.
“Now, look me in the eye so I know you’re listening,” he commanded, but you were already eyeing him as dribble began escaping from the corners of your mouth. “I’ll regale you with the first time I ever dreamed about you without your clothes on.”
Loki’s fingers weren’t staying still in your mouth, and your tongue kept wrestling to keep them still in a stupid little game. He began his erotic tale with a prologue:
“It was the day I caught you with the Metal Soldier in the kitchen and taunted you. Remember? The man would have likely bitten a chunk out of my neck if you hadn’t intervened. Oh, but you looked so angry with me, with your face scowling, your body ready to strike at me.”
His eyes rolled back into his skull as he recalled how you looked, and for the first time, you felt his hips press against yours, his hardness digging into the left side of your pubic bone. It drove you mad that it wasn’t lying quite where you wanted it to be, but Loki was being deliberate.
“After I strode away, I immediately found a lavatory. Your embarrassment, your irritation, something about it made me almost instantly desire you.”
He took his free hand and groped your breast, massaging it with his palm while tweaking at your sensitive bud with a fingernail, each maneuver sending electric sparks down your belly and directly to your dripping pussy.
“I closed my eyes as I stood in the locked room, and there you were, walking toward me without a stitch. I saw you dripping in Asgardian crystals and nothing else, drenched in finery, each stone making your skin glow. ”
You repressed a moan. Loki inserted his fingers deeper into your mouth. He probably felt your quickening senses and wanted to make it even more intense for you.
“You were such an illuminating vision, I had to fuck my hands until my cock was raw.”
He took his hand away from your breast and traced his fingers down your abdomen, until he found your clit. He didn’t wait to pinch it between his fingers, rolling it gently left and right. You were fighting every instinct to moan around Loki’s fingers. Your vocal cords strained to keep still.
“You touched yourself behind my mind’s eye, casually stroking at yourself just like this…”
He demonstrated by dipping his digits between your folds, rolling them around and filling your wet cunt’s outer shell with skillful fingers while keeping his thumb pressing against your button. You were seeing stars, trying to keep focus on your task as Loki spun his web of a tale, meant to send you shrieking in fits.
“I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as I came…and now I pass that delicious, miserable task on to you, Princess.”
With swiftness, he used his knees to separate your legs. Once between them, he finally pulled his dripping fingers from your mouth, grinning with sensual mischief as he wiped the moisture off on your nipple, the cool tingling sensation forcing you to bite down on your lip to keep quiet.
He took his cock in hand and pushed it into you without any further ado. You whimpered through your nose as he stretched your walls (it had been some time since you had any), causing Loki to lean over and snatch your chin in hand and force you to look up. “I do believe I heard something…you want to repeat that for me?”
He punctuated the statement by thrusting hard into you, bottoming out inside your canal and beginning to shudder and quake against your walls.
You couldn’t help it anymore. The feeling of Loki’s dick finally claiming you couldn;t be suppressed any longer. Your moans were loud and long, a steady note warbling into the late afternoon air. Loki’s whole body responded to your song by thrusting harder, rhythmically, with way more urgency and need than he’d expressed even a moment ago.
“Fuck, how are you so tight?” Loki groaned. “It’s making me lose control…”
You kept shouting “ahs” and “oohs” with each thrust. Loki was pounding eighteen months of sexual frustration and unrequited lust into you, and your body was absorbing all of that energy and responding twice over.
“I’ve won!” Loki declared. “I’ve made you cry for me!”
One more look from Loki;s feral eye, and the building heat in your hips exploded in orgasm, coaxing the loudest moan from you yet, betraying your pleasure to your partner. You bucked against his hips, further burying his cock into you. He could feel your walls constructing in waves, and it was enough for him to feel your climax. With a smug, erotic sense of pride, he took his prize. He came inside you, painting you from inside with hot ropes of cum.
He grunted like an animal as he came, panting for breath in tandem with you. Once you both came down from your highs, he kept running his hands over your body, worshiping your form for another moment.
“Let me tell you another secret,” he leaned down over your ear, pressing his chest to yours without withdrawing his cock, “I was making that up. I had no clue how I was going to make good on that threat if you failed my silly test.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. “Seriously?” You got me excited over that?”
Loki smirked and laid a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “Oh, after this, I’m sure I’ll find some inspiration soon.”
A few hours later, and the sky was beginning to darken. You and Loki spent your afterglow lazily treading water in the lagoon and feeding fruit to one another.
“Odd, it didn’t feel like it was close to sundown,” Loki muttered, looking up and finally noticing.
“Me neither,” you said casually, circling Loki with a gentle backstroke. “But time must fly when you are in…well…in…”
Suddenly, a low, looming noise broke the quiet of evening. It sounded suspiciously like…
“Thunder?” you asked. “Another storm?” You rolled your eyes with complaint.
“We’ll have to shelter in the caves again until it passes,” Loki replied.
“Can we at least gather a bit of food and water this time?” you complained, paddling your way to shore and slowly removing yourself from the water. Loki couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on your soaking wet, naked ass as it rose from the surface. You were aware of his wandering eye, and you smiled to yourself.
“I suppose,” he said halfheartedly, hypnotized by you. The two of you walked back to the beach to gather provisions for another night in your storm shelter.
However, a disturbing, surprising view greeted you as you emerged onto the beach.
“What…what the Norns is that?” Loki asked, pointing out to sea.
Your “I want to be a weather girl” phase came back to you at the sight of the cloud-to-surface tube slowly drifting about, far enough out to see to not be a threat in and of itself, but clearly an ominous indicator of something worse.
“That’s a waterspout,” you said quietly, your voice beginning to shake with fear. “Those usually don’t precede most storms. The ones they do come with--”
“--what?” Loki actually sounded worried.
“--we’re fucked, Loki,” you announced to him. “Looks like we don’t have much time.”
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Loki walks into the kitchen on the common floor and stops when he sees you
Loki: I knew it was you
You lower the spoon slowly and smirk
Y/N: You can tell Thor but he won't believe you
Loki: He has been blaming me for this all week
You shrug and eat another spoonful of Thor's not so well hidden ice cream
Y/N: You may as well have some since you're here now
You offer him a spoon from a nearby drawer and he sighs but comes closer to take it. He gets a heaping spoonful of ice cream but just as he goes to eat it Thor walks in.
Thor: Ah, I finally caught you!
Loki: What!? No, it was Y/N
You hide you spoon behind your back and take a step away from the counter
Y/N: Me? I just came to get some water
Thor: Do not blame Y/N for your thievery, brother
Loki: I didn't-
He sighs then smiles at his brother
Loki: Well, since you caught me... I may as well admit it
Loki picks up the gallon of ice cream, puts his spoon in it and turns to leave
Thor: Where are you going with that?
Loki: My room, it's mine now
You sigh and think 'damnit... I knew I should have stolen Steve's cookies. He would have just blamed it on Bucky'
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