Work in progress; 172k+ words and counting; this story is my pride and joy but heed the tags I beg of you, the subject matter is dark
Summary: As promised, Loki has conquered Midgard, and he rules with inhuman ruthlessness. A failing insurrection is one of the last remaining threats to his autocratic control of Earth. Carla Franco, one of the last combatants standing, fights to survive the war with her sanity in tact.
See also: OTDHSTEOW tag (wherein I talk about this story, its characters, and its progress)
Team Players (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 4,591 words; filthy, slightly silly smut (Loki x F reader x F author (yes you read that correctly) x other Fs)
Summary: You live in Loki's bedroom with a very friendly group of fellow abductees. As long as you can follow a few ground rules, we're all going to have a great time.
Loki's Pet Project (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 7,122 words; Oops! All Pet Play!
Summary: Loki gives you, an unwitting mortal, a "forever home" in the palace of Yggsgard. He finds pet ownership very rewarding, and you adjust quickly to life in captivity.
Lucifer, son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you out of Earth (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 1,014 words; a vignette set contemporaneously with Chapter 34 of Only the Dead; Wakandan OCs plot to assassinate King Loki
Summary: B'Ntrella wasn't invited to the reception, but he came to New York with a wedding gift for Loki anyway.
Are you still with us, Guardsman? (AO3)
Complete; 766 words; a vignette set in the same place and time as Only the Dead; OC whump; there's no summary it's just one of my OCs getting waterboarded
Caribbean Queen (Tumblr)
Complete; 736 words; another Only the Dead spinoff, this time from Loki's perspective; no explicit content to warn for unless you fear Billy Ocean; much lighter/more fun than the other two vignettes.
Summary: Loki enjoys human music and develops some strong opinions.
Don't Go Breaking My Heart (AO3) (Tumblr)
Complete; 1,548 words; romcom ass bullshit; I wrote this in response to a song prompt and I don't love it, I think I should just stick to orgies and waterboarding
Summary: A long-distance situationship with an Asgardian Prince was not part of your ten-year plan. Just as you're having second thoughts, Loki graces you with his presence.
World's Okayest Slipcase Tutorial (?) Part 1 with a lot of badly taken photos and explanation
A while ago me and @edelkirschehandmade were making Project Hail Mary rebinds at the same time, and both of us went the extra mile of making slipcases for it and during the whole process I created a step-by-step tutorial how to make one for edelkirsche in the @renegadeguild satellite channel
Part 1 will be how I made the casing and put them together
Part 2 will be how to glue the cloth on
I learned how to make slipcases by following DAS video tutorial, but if you're like me and not the biggest fan of video tutorial, I will try my best to explain my steps here.
This is not a 1:1 tutorial of DAS slipcase tutorial, this is how I have been making mine. I also use various tool I purchased from Schmedt/iBookbinding that help me keeping the pieces in place when assembling. I will also link them in my posts (nothing is sponsored, needed to hit Schmedt's minimum order amount couple of times and grabbed them.)
So the very first thing you should do is measure your book and write it down on paper. Make sure you are measuring from different spots, as book binding is a manual process and sometimes the measurement can vary by 1-2mm. Write down the biggest measurement you get
I write down the measurements for the TOP/BOTTOM and SPINE piece, and add ~3-4mm. This is to account for the inside paper lining thickness and bookcloth when you fold it over the edge.
Adding too many extra mm could make the slipcase too loose and your book will slip out very easily, and making it too tight means you can't put the book in without having to use force and risk damaging the book and slipcase. My slipcases do tend to end a wee bit on the snug side, still easy to push in but need to shake a few times to get the book out, so I usually add a ribbon to the case to make it easier to remove the book.
DAS measures all the pieces at once. For the FRONT and BACK pieces, you'll have to account in the board thickness into the measurement too, so the math is something like
board thickness*2 + SPINE Length
and the width is 140mm (same as TOP/BOTTOM Length)
BUT, I am bad at math. I had to redo the FRONT and BACK pieces for slipcases soooo many times now I just assemble the SPINE - TOP - BOTTOM pieces first, measure the total from there and then cut the FRONT and BACK. If you hate cutting, and you're more confident in your measurement and math you can also cut the front and back piece at this stage
Another important thing to keep in mind is the grain direction of the board, when you're cutting the pieces the grain direction should be running like this:
Once the pieces are cut, I glue them onto the inside paper lining. Make sure that here the grain direction is also running the same as the board pieces:
After that is done and I have cut the pieces from the paper, I start assembling it:
Make sure that the SPINE piece is sandwiched between the TOP/BOTTOM pieces. A cleaner visual of what I mean by that:
I use the following tools to keep boards in place while the glue is drying:
Magnetic corner clamp, 90°
Corner clamp with guide grooves
Corner clamp, 90°
Once that done, I note down the measurements for the FRONT/BACK pieces:
As I mentioned before, the formula for the FRONT/BACK Length is
board thickness*2 + SPINE Length
my boards are 2.5mm thick
my SPINE length is 213mm
so that means 2.5mm*2 + 213mm = 218mm (which is also the measurement my ruler is giving me yay me)
the width for the FRONT/BACK is 140mm (same as TOP/BOTTOM Length)
Once again, make sure the grain direction of your board is correct, glue the inside paper lining to the board
aaaand it's assmebling time!
I like to use my 3kg coin box as a weight for pressing the board pieces down lmfao
After the glue is dry, your slipcase should look like this:
aaaand that's it for part 1 :) will work on part 2 this weekend, how to apply cloth on
Summary: Loki gives you, an unwitting mortal, a "forever home" in the palace of Yggsgard. He finds pet ownership very rewarding, and you adjust quickly to life in captivity.
Content & Warnings: It's pet play, it's dubcon, there's some cock worship which feels a little weird to say, a lot of begging, and mention of realistic discomfort due to Loki's... very satisfactory size.
Tags (if you "liked" the post where I asked if you wanted to be tagged, I assumed you wanted that so): @1vybells @xoxoviva @trulydesperate @how-can-i-refuse @roruna
The longer Loki remained King of Yggsgard, the more self-indulgent he became. What good was power if it couldn’t be abused for his enjoyment? That was the rather uncomplicated thought process behind Loki’s decision to acquire a pet, and there was only one place to find one suitable to his needs: Midgard, the realm of a people intelligent enough to be interesting, but weak enough to be easily brought to heel.
And that was how he acquired you. You didn’t go peacefully; you fought like a wild animal, in fact. There was much kicking and screaming, biting and cursing, but it was a waste of energy against his otherworldly strength and his alarming ability to conjure magical restraints from thin air.
“What an unruly creature you are,” he sneered as he carried you away, bound, along one of his secret paths between realms. “But worry not. Obedience can be learned, and you will find that I am patient teacher.”
Patience, you quickly learned, was an oversimplification at best. That word implied gentle correction and predictable structure. What he really meant was that he would savor each excruciating step in the process of breaking you. He would take his dear, sweet time, and that would not generally work in your favor.
He seemed to particularly enjoy setting you up for failure just so that he could revel in the punishments he imposed when you didn’t succeed at carrying out his impossible tasks. Once, he ordered you to crawl to him on hands and knees from the opposite wall of the throne room - but not before one of his servants affixed an impossibly heavy weight to each of your ankles. He watched with sadistic glee as you struggled all afternoon to make any meaningful progress.
“Come to me, girl,” he taunted you as he slouched on his throne. “That is all I have asked of you today. How could you possibly fail to obey such a simple command?”
You knew better than to answer that. No matter what you said, it would just make things worse.
“And now you refuse to speak, do you?” He didn’t bother suppressing his smile; he’d abandoned pretense a long time ago. “Well, then I can only assume that your disobedience is willful, and that simply won’t do...”
Then came the part where you groveled for leniency. It was a waste of breath, but it felt better than doing nothing at all. “Please, Loki, don’t make me -”
“You shall sleep in your cage tonight.” He must have read your mind. “Perhaps you should remain there tomorrow as well.”
You hated that cage. It was too small, and it forced you to sleep all curled-up. You weren’t allowed any food while you were inside, a condition that became more intolerable the longer you were trapped there. And of course, when he walked by, he would kick the bars just to startle you with their awful rattling. The whole ordeal made you wish he’d let you sleep at the foot of his bed again, as he did when he was feeling generous.
After about a day of that, he would come and kneel down to get a good look at you. He would usually be concealing something in his gloved hand, and it was usually a small bite to eat - a handful of hazelnuts or dried berries, or maybe one of those dry cookies people in this realm seemed to like. They tasted like sweetened sand to you on a good day, but after enough cage-time you would flatten your tongue to lick up the last crumbs from Loki’s palm, then look up at him with big, doleful eyes, preferring to say thank you and please with your face to spare yourself the indignity of saying it outright.
“That’s a good pet,” he would say with a wry smile. “Now, come out of there. I have need of you to warm my lap.”
Now that you had been with him for quite a while, that simple demand would never fail to incite a flutter in your stomach and a warmth that spread outward from your base to your limbs, reaching up to color your chest and your cheeks. Your anticipation swelled as he hooked your leash to the collar around your neck.
You could no longer remember the precise point in time when his attention started feeling good, but somewhere along the way, the deep contrast between his acts of inconsistent discipline and his measures of unexpected kindness caused the latter of these to become deeply gratifying. You used to tug at the collar out of discomfort and resentment, used to bow your head in shame when Loki walked you through the palace, half-naked and tethered to his hand. But not anymore.
“You mindless beast,” he used to growl at you as he yanked on the leash to force you into a straighter posture. “How can you be made to understand that all of this is for your own betterment?”
It took quite some time - and perhaps some undisclosed magical influence - but you did understand now. You had no choice but to rely on him for everything, and in the course of coming to terms with that, you learned that he could be relied upon. When you behaved yourself, you were rewarded with heaps of praise, and if you were very good, with physical affection. For as often as you were teased or confined or scolded for your mistakes, you were doted on like the pampered pet you were quickly becoming.
You weren’t his equal, and he would never treat you as such, but wasn’t it so much better to be his cherished little thing? Life was simpler this way. He cared for you, provided everything you needed, lovingly took all important decisions out of your hands - and all you had to do to repay him was adore him completely.
And you didn’t have to pretend anymore; adoration came naturally. You walked taller now, just as he’d trained you to do, keeping pace with his long strides to stay in your place just a step behind and at his side. You wore your collar and the clothes that pleased him with pride. Everyone in the palace could see that you were his, and if they looked at you strangely, it must have been that they envied your position.
But it was hard to deny that you were an object of curiosity when Loki brought you to the throne room with him on the days he held court. He would frequently have you draped over him with your soft belly pressed against his lap, his fingers hidden in your hair while he gently scratched your scalp during the annoying business of hearing his subjects’ grievances and petitions. You tuned those things out, mindful only of the vibration of his voice and the firmness of his thighs beneath you, unaffected by the way those impertinent people stared, scandalized by the sight of the King with his human lapdog.
No matter who was present, you loved it when he petted you. Sometimes you would shiver at the cold of his fingertips when he touched the nape of your neck, but you melted into him as his caress traveled down the slope between your shoulder blades to the valley formed by the curve in your spine, then up the rounded peak of your ass. His palm would rest there, kneading the flesh absentmindedly while he pondered something of greater importance, then return to the place where your spine met your skull to stroke the length of your body again. Perhaps on the second pass, his hand would settle between your legs, and he would treat you to a more thrilling sort of touch. The thought of it sent a jolt of excitement through the center of you. But more often than not, his fingers would barely brush against the crest of your vulva before he took his touch away, and he was amused every time at the soft whine he could draw from you with such meager effort.
“How delightfully pathetic you are,” he would remark with a condescending laugh.
You didn’t hear it as an insult anymore; it was just an accurate observation of what you had become. Your world was so small now, and he was the center of it. How lucky you were, you would think to yourself as you snuggled to sleep on the big, plush cushion he had placed on the floor beside his bed for you, that he allowed you to follow him nearly everywhere he went.
But as splendid as it was to be close to him - close to your master - it was difficult at times to tolerate the ache that twisted tighter inside of you the longer he deprived you of the release you desired. To take that matter into your own hands would be to disobey him, and that was an option you were unwilling to consider. Your only recourse was through him, but of course, the more you wanted it, the more entertaining it was for him to torment you.
On a morning no more or less significant than any other, Loki nudged you with the toe of his boot to rouse you from your sleep. Though you woke wearing nothing but your collar and a pretty scarf draped over your hips and tied below your navel, he couldn’t be bothered to dress you beyond that. Sometimes he just liked for you to be seen; you didn’t question why, and you certainly didn’t protest, though you were still a bit embarrassed by this degree of exposure, even after all this time.
He led you to the throne room, holding your leash only loosely in his hand as he ascended the steps leading to his pedestal.
“Sit,” he directed as he took his place. He made himself comfortable, leaning back and supporting his weight with his elbow on the arm rest, his legs spread wide to take up as much space as possible lest the garish size of the golden throne make him appear small by comparison.
His rightful place, you thought to yourself as you sat on your heels at his feet, gazing up at his face to admire the perfect angle of his jaw as he looked down at you. You knew your obsequiousness pleased him, because it brought forth his characteristic smirk, the one that showed when he was content that he had gotten his way.
“You’re staring, pet,” he remarked playfully. “Have you seen something that you want?”
Yes, you wanted to scream. You pressed your lips together to suppress the urge. His eyes were fixed on yours now, to hypnotic effect.
His hand tightened on your leash, and he reset your attention with a firm tug. “Speak.”
Only half subconsciously, you sat up a bit straighter, pulling your shoulders back. You knew good posture made your breasts look more appealing, but you also knew he wouldn’t be easily tempted. If he wanted to hear you beg, then you’d have to.
You tried to summon the right words, but all you managed was ineffectual stammering. “I want... um...”
This should have been easy. I want you to fuck me. That was all you needed to say. But your time was cut short by the arrival of some discourteous person who had come to divide your master’s attention. This sort of intrusion was ordinary and expected, even if it was entirely unwelcome. All you could do while the intruder talked Loki’s ear off was wait and behave.
But that was much easier said than done. A domesticated animal was still an animal, after all, and it felt so very unfair that he expected patience of you when he hadn’t bothered to touch you in days. Your master’s guest was yammering on about Chronovium and timestreams and probably other nonsense too, but you wouldn’t have been able to focus on that even if you wanted to. Your senses were flooded by Loki’s presence; the cadence and timbre of his voice, the slight bob of his Adam’s apple as he spoke, the almost imperceptible tensing of his muscles when his patience seemed to be growing short - it was all maddening. More than anything, though, it was his scent that drove you wild, the smell of leather and sweet herbs and something entirely unique to him. Was this how pheromones worked? It didn’t matter. Any scientific explanation would have been entirely lost on you anyway.
Whatever it was that made him so intoxicating, the challenge of sitting still and calm was approaching impossible. You were all but salivating at the intrusive thought of climbing into his lap just so you could grind your empty, throbbing pussy against his thigh, but you would only bring more deprivation on yourself if you did that; he certainly wouldn’t reward you for disrupting his conversation, and he was too clever to inadvertently punish you in a way you might enjoy.
But you had to do something to take the edge off. Maybe you could sort of shift your weight onto one leg and maneuver your foot underneath you, and if you could do that, maybe you could use your heel to get some fraction of the stimulation you craved. It was awkward, but it was doable. You tried to be subtle about it, wiggling only enough to rub your clit against your foot a little bit. You were sure that this wasn’t technically misbehavior - or at least, you had convinced yourself it wasn’t - but you still didn’t want him to notice.
Loki’s eyes flicked downward to glance at you, lingering only for a few seconds before he looked up again to frown at his visitor. He didn’t seem to have perceived your furtive efforts to relieve some tension, but it wasn’t as though you were accomplishing much anyway. You went on watching him for a while longer - the clench of his jaw as he listened, the rise of his chest as he breathed - and you adjusted your position a bit to make the contact more direct. But there was only so much you could do without being too obvious. You pressed your lips together, biting them between your teeth, and you tried stay quiet, you really did, but...
You moaned. It was more like a whine, really, but it was evidently audible to the stranger in the room; their sudden silence made that much clear.
“This isn’t a good time, is it?” they eventually asked.
“And here I thought you were being intentionally obtuse,” Loki replied.
He was looking right at you now as he waited for his guest to see themself out. If he found your antics endearing, it certainly didn’t show in his expression. Your widening eyes remained pasted to his face, and for a while all that could be heard was the sound of the visitor’s footsteps fading.
Only when you couldn’t hear their echo anymore did Loki break his silence. “You simply can’t control yourself, can you?” He sat up slowly, leaning forward to cup your chin in one hand, still holding your leash in the other, lifting your head a bit and lowering himself to hold his smirking lips only inches from yours.
He was teasing you; he knew it was torture for you to resist lurching forward to kiss him. Involuntarily, your tongue flicked out to wet your lips, and you shifted your weight on your legs tucked beneath you.
He laughed quietly, his breath cooling your prickling skin. “You fear that you’ve disappointed me, don’t you?”
You did, but you knew this was a rhetorical question. Pets didn’t speak until their owners told them to. He’d taught you that. So you just stared at him vacantly, exercising every bit of self-control you could muster and half-consciously digging your nails into your own thighs.
“Well, it is true that you’ve embarrassed me.” He didn’t sound angry - his tone was gently condescending, bordering on affectionate - but he wasn’t exactly cheerful either. “An ill-behaved pet reflects poorly on its owner, does it not? They will think me irresponsible, and I simply cannot have that.”
You tried to make your eyes show your remorse, but mostly, you felt sorry for yourself. Even if he wasn’t going to punish you, it didn’t seem likely that he’d reward your bad behavior. But then again, he wasn’t exactly easy to read, and that only made you all the more nervous.
Loki withdrew his hand and sat back on the throne. “Perhaps the fault truly is mine,” he mused, idly toying with the chain of your leash. “I expected too much of you. You are no more disciplined than a bitch in heat. Is it really any wonder that you couldn’t contain your baser urges while your betters carried on a civilized conversation?”
He was right, as he so often was. You weren’t to blame for this. If he hadn’t neglected you as he had, then this wouldn’t have happened.
Before another thought could enter your head, Loki wound your leash around his hand, then pulled it to lower your face into his lap. “This is what you want from me, isn’t it?”
Oh God, yes. Yes it was. His palm found the back of your head and pressed your face into his crotch. You breathed him in, and as you exhaled, you moaned again, your lips parting to caress the bulge felt through his clothing. You guessed this act was meant to humiliate you, and you supposed you would have to act sufficiently humiliated if you wanted him to continue, but any embarrassment you might have felt was subsumed by need.
He grasped your hair to pull you off of him, craning your neck backward such that there was nowhere to look but at him. “And just what have you done to deserve it, hm? Do you think you ought to be rewarded for simply lying about all day until an opportunity arises to make trouble for me?”
Please, please, please, you thought at him, willing the idea to make the leap from your mind to his. It must have found a way, because the contour of his cock could just be seen as the wonderful thing strained against the soft and pliant leather hiding it from view.
“I suppose you have been otherwise well-behaved of late,” Loki continued. “Perhaps I could be persuaded...”
At that suggestion, your ego shut down and your id took control; you shot upright on your knees and brought your hands up to plant them on his thighs, all but jumping up onto him.
“Down,” he scolded sharply. “You really are a naughty thing, aren’t you?”
You complied, settling back down as you were before, but you bit your lip and whined as you did. If he wasn’t going to touch you, couldn’t he just let you ride his thigh until you’d worked out the tension in your belly? He wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. Wasn’t that the least he could do?
Loki laughed as he often did when your behavior was comically desperate. “Would you like to know what I think, pet?” He coiled your leash tighter around his fist, pulling it taut so that you teetered toward him. “If it’s a treat you’re after, then you ought to perform a trick for me.”
It sounded like he had something specific in mind, and you couldn’t stop your concern from showing on your face. Whatever task he was about to give you would surely fall somewhere along the spectrum between embarrassing and impossible.
“There, there,” he cooed, reaching out to smooth his gloved hand twice over your hair. “You needn’t worry. You need only beg.”
You stared at him waiting for him to elaborate until it became evident that he wasn’t going to. But there had to be more to it than that, right?
“Go on,” he prodded impatiently. “Beg.”
Perhaps you should have felt embarrassed, but your plea fell out of your mouth fluidly and suddenly. “Please, my master, I need you to touch me.”
“Don’t be shy, pet. That isn’t all you want, is it?”
Your heart fluttered, and a prickling heat swelled between your thighs. “Please make me cum,” you asked, somewhat more timidly. “I want you to... um...”
“You poor thing,” Loki taunted, smirking. “With each passing day, you become more and more like a beast, and now, it seems you’ve lost your command of language.”
He reached toward you with his unoccupied hand, and with his forefinger crooked beneath your chin, he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb before sliding it in between the two. You let your mouth open in assent to the intrusion, felt him stroke your tongue with the pad of his thumb, opening just a bit wider with your eyes cast upward and fixed on his, trying to convey what you were too far gone to articulate in plain English.
“How fortunate you are,” Loki went on, “that your master knows precisely what you need.” He drew his thumb down over your lip, and then his hand went to his lap to unfasten the closure of his breeches. “And you shall have it, if you do as I ask.”
Your eyes widened and you inhaled sharply when at last you could see the object of your desperate yearning, standing erect and firm and close enough for you to wrap your hand around, to feel and stroke and please him. And oh, how you wanted to please him, as if by Pavlovian compulsion. The excitement of the notion overwhelmed you, and again, you failed to exercise self-control, leaning forward in an ill-considered effort to bring your mouth close enough to get just a taste of him.
But with your leash still held tightly in his hand, he kept you away, causing your throat to strain against your collar. “Sit and be still,” he said firmly. “Tell me, what is it about my cock that drives you to disobedience?”
“I just want it so much,” you whimpered. “I want to feel it, I want to taste it…”
He smiled as he let your leash go slack momentarily to remove his gloves. Even this he did provocatively, tugging gently on each finger before slipping one off of his hand, and then the other. He set them aside, placing them on the wide armrest of the throne before bringing his left hand back to his lap to grasp his cock and give it a long, slow stroke. “I didn’t ask whether you wanted it, pet. That much is obvious. Tell me why you find it so very irresistible.”
As difficult as you found it to ask for exactly what you wanted, it felt natural to tell him just how beautiful every part of him was. “It’s perfect, my master. I love how it feels on my tongue, I love how it tastes, I love your smell…”
“Of course you do, you depraved creature.” Loki’s hand moved enticingly up and down his length once more. “Go on.”
You could feel yourself getting wetter the more he demeaned you. You wondered if you were dripping on the floor, and whether that would annoy him, but you didn’t let that concern distract you. “I love how deep it can go, how full it makes me feel, how it looks when it’s wet because of me…” Perhaps you could have stopped there, but you had been biting your tongue all morning, and now it was as if a dam had broken; the words just wouldn’t stop coming out. “I need it. Please. Nothing would make me happier. Nothing else satisfies me how my master’s cock does.”
He hummed contentedly and stilled his hand. “Good girl. Now you may have a taste.”
Finally. He allowed you enough freedom of movement to lean toward him upright on your knees. You lowered your head, and with a flat tongue you started at the base, slowly licking a broad stripe from root to tip. A soft moan sounded low in your throat as you caressed the tip softly with your lips to collect a faintly bittersweet drop of precum, then tilted your head to one side and slowly dragged your lips back down the length of his shaft. You went on like this for some time, kissing and licking, unhurried, lingering at the places you knew he liked best and making the most of this intimate moment, the treat that it was for your senses.
As he rested his hand on your head, you heard him inhale deeply, then breathe out a quiet sigh with your favorite words floating atop it: “That’s a good pet.”
Loki wouldn’t have been so liberal with his praise if he didn’t mean it; he tended to be far more generous with his mockery. That, together with his palpable anticipation and the comfort of being under his palm, was encouragement enough for you. After one more languid upward stroke of your tongue, you closed your lips around him, nodding cautiously toward his lap, straining your eyes upward to monitor his response to you gradually taking more of his cock into your mouth. He was watching you with interest, if not enthusiasm, and he didn’t appear perturbed with your slow approach, nor with the translucent thinness of the veil concealing your desperation. Now, you could build momentum without being deemed too greedy. You began to slowly bob your head so that your lips slid rhythmically, steadily, but no less lovingly along his length, mindful that your tongue gave adequate attention to the ridge spanning the underside of his shaft and the thin fold of connective tissue at its end.
“Yes, that’s it,” Loki purred, curling up his fingers in your hair, the light drag of his nails making your scalp tingle. “It seems you do remember what I’ve taught you after all…”
You met his approval with more eagerness; you wanted to show him just how well-trained you were, how good you could make him feel. Your lips and tongue glided down toward his lap again, and you made your throat open for him as you swallowed him inch by inch, incrementally, until you couldn’t take more. You held him there for a few seconds and moaned around his cock as you pulled away, then repeated the motion again, testing the limits of your gag reflex with each successive dip of your head. Delicious warmth spread up to your navel and out to your inner thighs at the hushed vocal sound that accompanied a sigh escaping his chest. When you resumed the more consistent rhythm you had established before, sacrificing some depth in favor of tempo, you felt the muscles in his thighs constrict under your palms, and you noticed his hips pitch slightly upward, possibly involuntarily, urging you on.
It wasn’t an exaggeration when you told him in such effusive terms how you loved the taste and feel of him. You luxuriated in the sensation of his cock on your tongue, intimately familiar by now with every little vein and ridge located along its subtle curve. This being among your favorite ways to express gratitude or demonstrate obedience, you had mapped the way to satisfy his desires through practice and observation. You knew your route well, and so, when you heard his breath hitch, you knew just how very close he was, and a chill fluttered down your spine in anticipation of your reward.
But then he said, somewhat breathlessly, “That’s enough, pet.”
You stopped what you were doing, but in your surprise and worsening absentmindedness, it didn’t even occur to you to remove your mouth from his cock. He gently urged you off, shortening your leash to encourage you away before letting it fall loose again. He smiled arrogantly while you watched him, waiting for his next command without any thought but him cluttering your mind.
“How very eager you are to please me,” he remarked. “And to think, not very long ago at all, you would sooner have bitten my hand than begged to feel my touch.”
That felt like a lifetime ago, you thought to yourself, your mouth still slightly ajar as you waited for some indication of what might happen at the end of this monologue.
“I’ll have you know, this transition hasn’t been easy for me either,” he lamented. “It was almost as if you didn’t want to be rescued from that miserable realm you once called home at all. And your needs are so very many. Any domesticated creature must be fed and sheltered, of course, but few are as demanding of attention as you are. Indeed, there were moments when I considered abandoning this endeavor entirely to be rid of this burden...”
You pouted as you imagined what might have become of you if Loki had decided you were no longer worth his time. Thank goodness that he was, as he said at the start of all this, so patient with you.
“But no,” he continued, “I simply could not bring myself to part with such a pretty, helpless thing, and as I have made you mine, it is my responsibility to see to your needs. Now, then...” He patted his thigh to clarify his next command. “Up with you.”
So excited were you to climb into his lap that a lewd whimper left your throat as you sat yourself down right where he had gestured for you to go. You made an equally pathetic, strangled sound when he yanked your leash, forcing your upper body backward over the arm of the throne, your belly exposed and pointed at the ceiling.
Loki lifted his hand and brought it to your breast, and with his index finger gently traced a slow circle around your nipple before giving it a playful tweak, causing you to squirm in his lap. With the minor shift in your position, you felt his hardness against your thigh, still slick with your drool, and you wished silently that he might deign to fuck you today. A soft moan sounded in your throat at the thought of his lovely cock inside of you, opening you up to fit him perfectly. You wanted that badly, but of course, the decision wasn’t yours to make.
The pads of his fingers fell gently on your sternum, then proceeded to trace a line down between your breasts, along your abdomen to your navel, coming to rest when they reached the soft slope of your mound. He turned his hand so that he could more comfortably use his thumb to tease back the hood hiding your clit, and you inhaled sharply at the sudden, direct contact. When he had you wound up like this, that little bundle of nerves there was just so sensitive, and even a light touch was enough to make you quiver.
“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I?” Loki said, his thumb now drawing torturously slow circles while his first two fingers pressed themselves against your seam. “You always have your way in the end...”
You mewled in tacit agreement, wriggling impatiently in his lap, needing to feel more of him sooner. Though he wasn’t normally so quick to respond to your provocation, this time, he responded to the goading movement of your hips, parting your folds to slide his long fingers incrementally inside. There was an intent focus in his expression as he drew them back out again, watching as they emerged wet with the evidence of your lust for him. He paused to examine them for a moment, then smirked as they sank back into you.
“A bitch in heat,” he repeated, more to himself than to you this time. “That really is all you are in the end, isn’t it?” The rhythm of his hand was moderate and steady now, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit with each pulse. “Just look at how wet you are already, how ready you are to receive whatever pleasure I see fit to grant you.”
Had your head not been swimming in the bliss of this moment with him, you might have been embarrassed about your inability to control these carnal impulses he inspired in you, but as it was your attention was dedicated to the thrum of growing pleasure he was inciting in you. The feeling ebbed when his fingers curled to stroke your front wall, pressing firmly enough against the most tender spot to bring on a telltale, aching pressure. You whined at the sensation, writhing in time with him from the waist down while his opposite hand still held the leash taut. Maybe later you would feel a bit sore for having your back forced into this unnatural arch for so long, but for now it was just another brushstroke in this tableau, unnoticed among everything else flooding your senses.
Loki’s pace had been gradually increasing. Now there were indelicate, wet sounds as his fingers worked inside you, something he surely found vulgar and unseemly. His lips pressed together between his teeth in concentration; perhaps he was eager to be done with this dirty, inconvenient duty of care. His manipulation became steadier and more precise, more responsive to the sounds of your mewling and panting and the sway of your hips as they desperately sought out more friction from his palm.
You experienced but one coherent thought as you neared the edge, all of it twisting up in between your hipbones. His attention to that pressure point that his elegant fingers so easily reached would soon make you overflow; that is, if he gave you the release you’d been begging for, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from making a mess of his lap, his clothing, his throne...
Your legs tensed to put up a shortlived resistance, but they went all shaky before you could meaningfully protest. Your hips lurched upward in response to the swelling pressure, and it was too late. It was intense enough to make your moaning progress to tearless sobbing, and as soon as you could feel yourself gushing, soaking his hand, you could hear just how much of a wet mess you were making. But you were far too overwhelmed to feel guilty; you couldn’t feel much of anything except an all-consuming, primal bliss, the sort of ecstasy that was best enjoyed in the absence of human preoccupations and niceties.
As if that wasn’t enough, Loki turned his attention to your clit again, bringing his thumb up to make quick little circles. This different flavor of tension built remarkably fast, and in no time at all, he’d added another dimension to the orgasm you were already riding out, setting you alight with decadent, excessive pleasure, blooming in your core and spread throughout.
“That’s it,” Loki crooned as you convulsed in his lap. “Good girl. Come for your master.”
You moaned loudly, not just at the wonderful physical sensations, but as the way his words settled in your mind and were felt in your stomach. You were his good girl. His. You would always have him, and that was more satisfying than anything else.
His hand slowed as relief washed over you, your breath steadying as you came down from your high. Your muscles went slack, and for a moment, you basked in the warm afterglow of your master’s act of love. But as soon as your eyelids fluttered open again, you caught sight of his face, and you realized that he wasn’t very pleased with you after all.
“Look at what you’ve done now,” he tsked, looking disapprovingly at the state of you both. “Imagine if there were no servants to clean up after you. What then?”
Your cheeks prickled, probably reddening out of shame. He had loosened his grip on your leash enough for you to sit more upright and convey your apology with a pout and glittering, remorseful eyes. He couldn’t be angry with you if you looked at him like that, could he?
Loki sighed and began to stand up. You nearly spilled right out of his lap onto the floor, but you had just enough time to get your feet under you before he yanked you abruptly, then guided you around to the side of the throne. He stood at your back and bent you at the waist over its arm, and you were compliant as his hand guided your hips into an acceptable position. Perhaps he’d make you regret it, but you glanced back at him over your shoulder as you wiggled your ass in the air just a little bit - a playful, but arrogant gesture.
A low growl sounded in his throat. “You want to play, do you?” Again, he coiled your chain around his hand and pulled, tightening the collar around your neck and forcing your back into a more enticing arch. “Very well.”
He thrust into you without more warning than that, burying his entire length in you immediately, his way eased by his time spent opening you up with his fingers. You cried out, humbled instantly by the pang of discomfort you felt when his cock touched your cervix. A change of position could have made you comfortable - you just needed to straighten your back and maybe bring your legs together a bit - but his fingers made hard impressions in the flesh of your hips when you tried to adjust, and your collar choked you again.
“Don’t pull away,” Loki scolded. He withdrew slowly until only the last inch or two of him remained inside. “Is this not what you asked for? What you begged for?”
You tried to nod, a few tears welling up in your eyes. He was right, as always.
He rolled his hips forward, filling you again, but not quite so roughly this time; he’d already proven his point. Still, his size was just a bit too much at this angle, and you let out a little yelp at each thrust. You must have sounded ridiculous, squeaking in time with him while he fucked you, but it was hard to care about much of anything now that he’d rendered you cock-drunk and delirious. And it didn’t matter if it hurt a bit; you had been craving this feeling, the raw ache below your abdomen that meant you were as close to him as you possibly could be. You could feel him deeply, as if he wanted to leave a mark in you so that you’d never be quite the same as you were before him. You understood that you belong to him, of course, but now you could feel it profoundly.
The slap of his skin against yours lent rhythm to your amelodic moaning, which only became louder and more bestial the faster and harder he drove into you, and these sounds echoed against the high walls of the open throne room, a reminder that this place was in no way private. Soon, his voice joined yours, somewhere between a sigh and hum as his assault intensified, his nails digging into your soft buttock while one of your hands stretched out helplessly behind you, as if weakly clawing at his thighs could persuade him to have mercy when he was this close. For a moment, you thought he might tear you apart, but just as you cried out in distress, you felt him coming undone, his cock throbbing in your already-sopping cunt as he filled you with his warmth. He pulled you back against him as he fucked his seed into you, just about strangling you on your leash in his distraction. Fortunately, he let the chain go lax as he came to rest, his hands falling to your ass, kneading the flesh as he pulled out slowly. You could feel his essence and yours dripping from you, pooling in between the balls of your feet planted on the marble floor.
Loki didn’t speak again until he had regained his composure, though he still sounded a bit breathless. “You’ve pleased me, pet.” He reached forth to touch your hair and stroke it tenderly. “But I suppose that is the least you can do to thank me.”
You remained draped over the arm of the throne, not yet ready to hold yourself upright. You felt raw and depleted, but most of all, you felt content, melting under his palm as he petted you. You could have stayed there forever, as long as he stayed with you.
It wasn’t until much later that day, verging on dusk, when you began to doubt your understanding of things. You didn’t really remember life outside the palace anymore, and you didn’t think about it often. But there was something a little lonely about this quiet hour, when you were fed and clean and settled in your place on the floor beside Loki’s bed, where he sat with his upper body comfortably propped up on the pillows, his attention consumed by the book he had been reading, one with a title in a language you didn’t understand. You didn’t want to disturb him. There were probably many things weighing on his mind - he was King, after all - and he deserved his peace. But questions were taking the form of nagging whispers in the back of your mind: what if you were wrong to feel fine about all of this? You used to belong to some other place, another point in the timestream that you could never return to. You believed him when he told you that your memory of events was false - you were rescued, not kidnapped, in his infallible retelling - but what if you imagined, just for a moment, for argument’s sake, that the truth lay somewhere in the semantic distance between the two words?
You felt Loki’s gaze on you, heavy and disapproving; he must have noticed that you were overthinking things. Your face had a way of betraying the cognitive dissonance dwelling in you, your pout and the obvious worry in your brow being dead giveaways.
He sighed, and his hand smoothed over an unoccupied space beside him, atop the silky sheets. “Come here, pet,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
That instruction should have been clear enough, but you hesitated. Pets weren’t allowed in bed. Not usually, anyway.
“Up,” he insisted. “Before I think better of it.”
That was all the clarification you needed. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you all but leapt into the tangle of blankets. Nestled beside Loki, his lap was the perfect place to rest your head, and you were soothed instantly by your master’s familiar scent as you breathed him in. He returned to his book, and you returned to your pleasant state of willful nescience. This was where you belonged.
The funny thing about writing smut is that you see the likes (on tumblr) and private bookmarks (on AO3) go up but you never know what people are actually thinking, you're just looking at each other like
(I am dying to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours dear reader)
What if I brought you into a room and in that room was a bound and gagged you, strapped to a table? What if I handed you a knife and told you I wouldn't be satisfied unless you made the other you sufficiently miserable? What if I watched in silence as you dissected yourself, uselessly apologizing until you'd fully taken that other you apart? What if, after it's suffering had finally ended, you fell to your knees, wracked with sobs, so distracted by your own horror you didn't hear me come up behind you until I'd already stuck the needle into your neck?
What if you woke up, scrubbed clean, bound and gagged and strapped to a surgical table, completely alone and terrified, until I led in a new companion: another recreation of you?
Another one of those fic ideas that keeps popping into my head that will probably never get written due to there are only 24 hours in a day:
Scheherazade but King Shahryar is Loki instead
Has this been done?? Does anyone know of a Scheherazade-structured Marvel fanfic?
I think it works best with Loki's more classic comic book portrayals and this thought kind of got into my head due to the scarey Rodi/Ribić 4 issue series where it isn't *said* that Loki's night with the concubine contributed to him not killing Thor (poor decision by the way, not to spoil something that came out in 2004), but the order of events kinda makes it look like that
hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.
so i hauve covid rn and i must say, American cold medicine is the absolute bees knees. You go to a UK pharmacy and they tenderly press like eight (8) paracetamol into the palm of your hand... God FORBID you're sick in France, i had to scour every pharmacy in Paris for something that wasn't HOMEOPATHIC PASTILLES. meanwhile last night i took the last of my stash of Nyquil that expired in 2019 and it was like getting hit by a fucking baseball bat (affectionate). press X to timeskip. LOVE me a cheeky little medically induced coma. you can really feel that it's a precursor to meth. i know that everything is fucking awful over there my friedns and my heart goes out to every one of you but if you need one small bright light of national pride in this time of strife please know that i envy you your cold medicine every day
i once took an american antihistamine pill just a basic one for seasonal allergies and i had to immediately lay down and while doing so i vividly hallucinated that i was a steerage passenger on the titanic resigned to my death as my cabin filled up rapidly with water. then i blacked out and when i woke up again my allergies were gone for the entire season.
From what I recall, the original idea was probably to have Loki accompany Thanos as an ally of sorts, perhaps under duress, perhaps in order to save the remaining Asgardians. Then, to have Loki turn on him and play the double agent who informs the Avengers about what Thanos plans to do with the stones and how to stop it. I remember Joss Whedon saying that Loki was meant to have a major role in the coming Avengers movies (IW and endgame). He had plans for Loki. Loki might have ended up dying even then, but his death was not meant to be meaningless or senseless.
@latent-thoughts I strongly suspected that’s what Whedon had in mind – he set up the connection after all – but do you remember when/where he said that about Loki?
@philosopherking1887 I remember him comparing Loki to Spike in an interview. It was long time back. He essentially wanted to make Loki MCU’s Spike, with a crucial role in the plot of the future Avengers movies (my recollection might not be verbatim, but that’s what he said).
But too bad they didn’t want to make a good movie, it’s not about the story for them. They wanted to spite and exclude “annoying Loki fangirls” and have their favourite villain teach the audience’s favourite “a lesson”. Marvel is big enough to actively warp their own movies around excluding part of their fanbase, and still make a ton of money. This is why nothing they ever plan for the future is trustworthy or safe to invest in and care about.
I don’t trust any of their future entries to be satisfying to me, personally. None.
Now I fear that all the things I liked of Phase 1 were just happy coincidence.
I am eerily reminded of hbomberguy’s analysis of the BBC Sherlock series, which could be summed up as:
They were really really good at hinting at an incredible future plot payoff, these hints will all connect and lead somewhere cool and satisfying, everything will make perfect sense, we promise!
….But the payoff never came, they had to come up with new and exciting plot points that are disconnected from what came before, sometimes outright contradict earlier established canon, and also the whole thing falls apart if you stop to think about it?
If there were plans on how to deal with Thanos and the Infinity Stones back when in the Phase 1 of the films, then they must have been scrapped and the IW and Endgame films hastily rewritten in the last couple or so of years, because they feel, idk, improvised? I don’t know how to describe it. They don’t link back quite as well to what the older films were hinting at.
They sorta resolve some character arcs, but then break others. There are leaps of logic, and the paths the plot takes feel forced, like the characters are just there as toy pieces playing out a predetermined script, logic and earlier established characterization and motivation be damned.
But Disney made mad bank which was their goal all along, the main audience liked it, only a handful of people are complaining, yes, this is the formula for success!
This is exactly how I feel, the general audiences seemed to like it and I hear so many people saying that ‘well there were some issues but it gave satisfying conclusions’ and I couldn’t disagree more with such statements. I’m struggling to think of a single character arc I liked in endgame. It doesn’t feel like the arcs or characterization in this movie was linked to the journey those characters were on this last decade, it feels disconnected. Even iw didn’t really have this problem but this was mainly because of the hints that made me think that there is a plan and everything was on purpose and the things that didn’t make sense will be explained in endgame. It’s so bizzare because despite being made by the exact same team endgame feels disconnected even from iw. And that’s the main problem, endgame giving satisfying conclusions to this 10 year journey was its main purpose and it failed.
And after such ending for Loki I’m really struggling to think of the narrative purpose for the Loki tv series to exist, does anybody really care about Loki’s adventures through history, the only way I can think of that could maybe make this work would be if 2012 escaped Loki is travelling through time and space with the tesseract, and eventually makes it to New Asgard or something, his journey properly dealing with his issues, as a soft reboot of sorts, after maybe Feige or someone realized they’ve been dropping the ball with Loki since avengers.
This is exactly how I feel, the general audiences seemed to like it and I hear so many people saying that ‘well there were some issues but it gave satisfying conclusions’ and I couldn’t disagree more with such statements. I’m struggling to think of a single character arc I liked in endgame.
This! I just saw a beautiful gif set of Tony’s death, showing Pepper’s last words to him before he dies which were ”We will be ok. You can rest now.”. And it made me so angry. Somehow the russo’s made Tony’s life all about caring for the people around him. Which was certainly a big part of his life and a point he always fought for. (At least they allowed him to scream it to caps face that he was right and there were a danger out there.) But reducing Tony’s purpose in life to that is so … empty. He was always neglected by his father and now his whole purpose is to sacrifice himself for the people around him. (This message reminds me very much of what was taught to daughters in former times. Awful!) He should have got to see the fruits of his suffering! To see the world bloom thanks to him!
Let’s just not talk about Natasha. If I had to picture her arc I would draw a car that crashes into a wall at full speed. (Also, creating her arc and crashing the car would need a comparable amount of thought process.)
To recap Cap’s arc: He started as a no-one who wanted to fight for the greater good, gets his miraculous chance to do so and sacrifices himself by doing so. But when they get him back from the ice he finds out that everyone is dead and goes on fighting for the greater good (first film). Then in Winter Soldier he finds out that actually not all friends are real friends and not all enemies are real enemies. So the idea of “greater good” isn’t any longer connected to groups like “we” and the “otheres” or “friends” and “enemies”. In Civil war it is finally shown that also the “greater good” isn’t as easily defined as anticipated, since Tony who is still labeled “good” has another take on it. Then it turns out that Bucky (labeled “good”) killed Tony’s (also labeled “good”) parents. And suddenly the whole idea of “greater good” is endangered, since we have good guys fighting each other. And then IW and EG happen and resolve this arc, i’d call “seeking for the meaning of greater good” by saying: “yeah, Tony you were right, but lets keep looking forward now”? His arc in the last two films is more or less reduced to “whatever it takes!”, “I will fight!” and “hm, fights over, lets get laid.” There is no realization there! Nothing he understands, how he develops! Even that he was able to wield Mjolnir was stated to be so since Age of Ultron! (Even though I like this part at least a little bit, since it counters Tony’s rage speech that “All of you that is special comes from a laboratory”, since worthyness was certainly no incredience of the cap-serum).
Hulks arc: Wanted to reproduce the cap serum, poisioned himself accidentally, tried to reconsile the monster and the phd only to find out that more poisining would do the trick is… ok-ish but happend completely off screen which is extremely disapointing. (And I just wanted to mention what a balanced and well adapted person Mark R. must be not to get pissed about such a treatment. I mean he never lost even one comment about being sad that his role is always so tiny! I admire the man’s calmness!)
Thor’s arc had some potential: He could have gone from a spoiled brat who believes in his fathers words without any hesitation to a person sacrifices himself for the mortals he swore to protect. But it turns out his father did actually hide the truth concerning Loki, and even though Thor wants to safe him, he is unable to do so, because his father makes Loki let go of his life line. But Thor carries on, only to find out that Loki wasn’t dead at all and gone mad and now tries to take revenge on Thor by attacking his sweet mortals. Thor doesn’t bother to talk about the lies that led to all this and captures Loki. But then he realizes Loki isn’t even that mad and actually helps when Thor wants to rescue his girlfriend and avenge his mother. Even though Thor is unable to safe his brother and to figure out where that transient madness came from he carries on. But when he comes back to Asgard he discovers two more family secrets! One is that Loki is acutally still alive and rules and the second it that Odin hid another sibling from him. At this point at latest Thor should start thinking what more secrets could be hidden from him AND graps the possibility that those unrevealed secrets MIGHT lead to further problems in the future. Also he could have started to think a little more critically about all the things that his dad did in the past, and since Hela also had a fair share in it, to reflect how his own way to behave might be percieved from the outside. I mean - Thor has connections to mortals who lifed through Loki’s conquering there. He could have gotten an outside perspective which he could have experienced further when Thanos attacks first Asgard and then Midgard with impressive success. He could have developed an understanding for the victims. Just to bring this arc to an amazing end by understanding that Loki was a victim, too!
In that case the final battle would have served these Arc-endings:
Tony: Weapons can be also used for good, by protecting your loved ones AND the future.
Cap: The greater good can be achieved in more than one way.
Thor: Victims deserve to be safed, even when they do not seem to be victims.
Hulk: The monster in you can serve a good purpose, too, if you allow it to help you.
And just one last remark: I hate how nothing in endgame was ‘new’ in a way. They took so many things Whedon made up in the beginning! Like Cap being able to lift Mjolnir. Thor’s lightning powering Tony’s armor. But there was no revelation in those films, nothing to be added, no real development. Except you count dying as a development. :/
the IW and Endgame films hastily rewritten in the last couple or so of years, because they feel, idk, improvised?
Same
They seem empty and aimless … because thhey are …
Which at least explains why Bruce hhas to expositiondump about Thanos and the infinity stones at te 11th our
I assumete issue was, that Loki was supposed to tell them at some point and so they never botered in te movies leading up to IW and Endgame
And then they scrappd his arc at te last minute and needed te characters to know
Like, they have already detailled concept art of scenes
Not just worlds an styles, but scenes
That is late in the game
Someone basically ripped the beating heart out of the story and then tried to frankenstein something new …
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(And I just wanted to mention what a balanced and well adapted person Mark R. must be not to get pissed about such a treatment. I mean he never lost even one comment about being sad that his role is always so tiny! I admire the man’s calmness!)
I think it is, in part, Shamalan Syndrome. They had all these clues and hints and teases and the fan base had enough time to figure out what they meant… and they HATED that. It’s supposed to be a twist! It’s supposed to be a shock! Peaople need to walk out of the theater and tweet to all their friends that they have to go see it so Disney can make all the money. Exponential growth forever for the shareholders! How can the movie be good if people can predict how it goes?
So they scrap it. They can’t have these girls which their interest in the humanities and excellent media literacy messing up their scifi superhero movies with spoilers. Who wants to feel satisfied about guessing the right answer? We need spectacle, we need jokes that fit into tiktoks, we need dramatic moments that look cool even if they have nothing to do with what came before - because shock value is powerful according to The Algorithm. [She Hulk lampshades it in the least satisfying ending ever given a budget of more than $100, but that doesn’t make Endgame better.]
Shamalan made some great movies, but then he got so paranoid that people might guess the twist ¾ of the way through the movie that he started making indecipherable plots that nobody watched twice because once the shock value of the horrifying reveal been cashed in, the movie has nothing left. Marvel movies and shows have been the same, there is no point in rewatching to see the buildup to the big crescendo/set piece moment when all the buildup was surgically removed.
