Marvel Characters & The Romantic Gestures That They Do
Multi Fandom: Romantic Gestures That They Do
Loki Laufeyson approach to romance is a mix of high-drama Asgardian tradition and deeply vulnerable, quiet moments.
Enchanted Memories: When you’re feeling down, Loki might subtly tap your temple to summon a vivid, glowing memory of a time you were truly happy, just to see your eyes light up again.
Conjuring Comfort: Loki will use his magic to "find" things you’ve lost or to manifest items you need—like a warm blanket or your favorite drink—right when you aren't looking.
Frost Giant Form: In rare moments of ultimate trust, Loki might reveal his Jötun form to you, allowing you to trace the blue patterns on his skin. He may even use his natural chill to keep you cool on hot nights.
The "Seatbelt" Hug: Loki's a surprisingly clingy cuddler. He often holds you from behind, wrapping both arms around your waist like a seatbelt and burying his face in your hair.
Hand Kisses: A habit from his royal upbringing in Asgard, Loki will frequently take your hand to press delicate kisses to your knuckles or palm, especially when you're nervous or in public.
Hair Playing: Loki deeply adores having his own hair played with or braided, but he’ll also spend hours idly twirling your strands around his fingers while you read together.
Setting the Stage: If you're coming home late, Loki will have your pajamas laid out, your water bottle filled, and the bed covers already pulled back.
Deep Listening: Loki listens intently when you ramble about "insignificant" things because it makes him feel trusted and lucky that you want to share your world with him.
Protective Instincts: While he might act nonchalant, Loki is fiercely protective. He often monitors your well-being and will gently steer you away from choices that might cause you stress or physical pain.
Lavish Gifting: Being a prince, Loki has a penchant for spoiling you with expensive, fancy dates or rare books and trinkets he finds across the realms.
The First "I Love You": Loki is often shy or intense about verbalizing his feelings. His first "I love you" might come during a quiet, private moment—like after a shared prank or a vulnerable conversation about his past.
Hello ! Can I request an OS or headcanon with Loki (I don’t really care, do as you wish) about the reader coming back from a mission and being injured. But they doesn’t want to tell anyone (cause why not lmao, like doesn’t want to be a burden). Loki notice it. And, you know, he wanna help them but they’re stubborn. Blabla you know the thing.
Thank tou for all you’re work (which is TRULY incredible 🫶)
Thank you sweetheart I truly appreciate the kind words
Summary: you get injured and Loki is the only one who finds out
It was one of those under cover missions, the ones where only a selected few knew about
The mission itself went fine, it’s just you weren’t so lucky to come not scratched
Your side was bleeding through the bandages you’ve put on yourself, you couldn’t go to Bruce for help it was late and plus you’ll get lectured about doing those sort of missions alone
It was stressful enough how anxious everyone gets when the team split
The small first aid kit wasn’t helping that much, the rubbing alcohol hurt like hell and your sheets were dirty now, it was a bad idea to do this on your bed
You just hoped no one would hear you groaning in pain
But to your luck things don’t go your way, because after hissing in frustration when the bandage rolled off the bed your door opened
One person knew the secret code to your room and it was none other than Loki
He walked in holding a small basket filled of different types of chips, when he saw your wound and the mess you were in he dropped what he was holding immediately
"What has happened?!" He went to your side and reached to see your wound better but you moved away
"No! I’m fine, I can take care of myself it’s nothing…"
Loki wasn’t going to sit there and let you get infected or something "don’t you dare, you are hurt and in need of medical attention"
You shook your head and went to grab the bandages from the floor but it hurt more when you moved
Loki grabs them for you and pulls you close, he takes a look at your wound then starts muttering a charm
Your wound start to stitch together and it’s so painful you grab onto Loki’s arm for dear life until it’s fully healed
"Why didn’t you tell anyone?"
You looked down at the sealed wound and sigh "I didn’t want to bother anyone, I could handle myself and everyone is already quite busy with more important things"
"You could’ve died! Do you think that’s fair to everyone? That you hide something like this and then it gets worse and we only find out when it’s late?!"
You felt guilty, you didn’t want to cause a scene, everyone already worry enough but he scolded about it made you feel so…selfish in a way
Loki frowned and held you by the shoulders "Promise me you wouldn’t do this ever again"
"But-" "promises me to never belittle your own life like this and at least tell me if you get injured, promise."
Your glazed with tears as you nodded "I promise."
Loki brought you into a tight hug "Good, remember we care and I or anyone in this matter would think you’re a burden."
You wiped your tears and hid your face on his chest "ok."
Requested by Anonymous: loki and reader have been in love with each other since forever but no one really made a move or confessed, they were just really oblivious. but everyone could see it from the shy glances, the compliments, the smiles, the staring and all- one day, when the reader gets hurt by burning her hand while cooking for the avengers or smthin, loki basically loses his shit (even tho it’s not that serious, which doesnt go unnoticed by y/n) then takes care of her or- idk! I just need some fluff, y'know- :“D
Warnings: fluffy loki
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There was one thing every avenger could agree about, even Tony and Steve. Even Nat and Bruce. Even Vision and FRIDAY.
Loki was full-on attracted to you.
They could see it in the way he looked at you. The way he was always carefully orbiting you, like moon to the earth. There was a pull, like gravity, drifting between the two of you and it seemed that only you were oblivious to the attraction.
And that’s why it wasn’t odd that Loki was sitting on the kitchen island, feet dangling, while you cooked. It was your turn to prepare the meal this week at the tower, and you’d decided on something very minimal and easy; spaghetti.
“You kind of look Italian, you know?” you mumbled to Loki, who was munching on a dry spaghetti noodle.
He harrumphed something and then hopped off the counter. “But I am a God,” he said.
“And?”
“Italians are Midgardians.”
“I know that.”
“And I am Asgardiand.”
“Okay but the lean figure?” you countered, stirring the sauce you’d obviously bought at the store. “The dark hair? The bone structure?”
He made a face, somewhere between a grimace and a smile.
You strained the noodles and put the pot back on the stove. You stirred the sauce and Loki put his finger in to taste, but you slapped his palm with the wooden spoon. It made a wet slapping noise and sauce bounced off his hand and onto the floor.
His mouth opened in feigned offence.
“Y/N!” he gasped. And then he dipped his finger in the sauce and quickly swiped it along your cheek.
Now it was your turn to gasp.
You made to throw sauce from your spoon onto his face, but first, the sauce hit Tony, who was walking into the kitchen, and second, you grabbed onto the searing hot stove.
You gave a sharp wince, a quick intake of breath, and the saucy spoon clattered to the floor, spraying orange dots across linoleum. You cradling your burning hand, the flesh already turning pink.
“Oh my God, my floors!” Tony exclaimed, his right cheek streaked with orange sauce.
Loki, however, had gone completely pale, and had gone to your side in a flash. His eyes were wide, clear of any comedy, adorning concern you’d never seen on his features before. His hand was cold against yours, examining the burned flesh.
“It’s not that bad,” you mumbled, but your brows were pulled in together.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
“It’s nothing - “
“Tony get some ice.” Loki grabbed a clean kitchen towel, and when Tony - with a strange frown - held out a pack of ice, Loki wrapped it in the towel. “Here, put this on. I’m going to get Polisporin.” He rushed out of the kitchen, air billowing in your face.
You stood there, facing Tony.
“Does he know humans heal rather quickly from minor burns?” he asked.
You shrugged.
Steve walked in nonchalant, holding an empty protein shake bottle. “Ah, let the man run around like a headless chicken,” he sighed. “Maybe one day Y/N will realize he likes her.” He gave you a wink and you instantly forgot about the burn on your palm and instead focused on the burn in your cheeks.
You were about to ask what Steve meant, but Loki came running back in, hair flying behind him from his speed. He almost shoved Tony out of the way trying to get to you. You looked at him a little differently now. The concern, the wide eyes, rapid breathing, and the eccentric way he was lathering the lotion on your palm.
Something fluttered in your chest and it was not pain.
It was not discomfort.
Steve and Tony all but tiptoed out of the kitchen, giving you back glances that made your cheeks heat up worse than your burn.
“This feel better?” Loki asked. Your hand was almost pasty white from all the lotion he’d put on.
“Y-yeah, that’s good.”
His fingers lingered on yours, and he slowly brought them to his mouth, laying a chaste peck on the tips. “My mom used to kiss my injuries away,” he whispered.
You smiled slowly, that weird feeling in your chest twisting. “I feel all better now,” you whispered back. “Thank you.”
Green eyes met yours swiftly. There was something different there, and maybe there was something different in your eyes too, but it didn’t matter. Now, things were different. Now, you knew there was emotion hiding behind that nonchalant mask.
“C’mon,” he mumbled, turning you so you were leaning against the kitchen island. “I’ll finish this monster of a recipe.”
I've been entertaining this idea for a very long time. Loki is a heavily touch deprived boy who needs all the affection in the world.
Now I desperately need a small drabble, doesn't even have to be long, of reader just...taking care of him. Calling him "angel" and watching him lose his MIND because no one's ever called him that before?? Reader making him food and looking after him when he's sick and just.....a small drabble. A cute little thing of just....Loki being loved
Because we all know the man needs it.
Anyway, mwah, hope this helps the writing juices flow :)
I hope this is what you had in mind, my darling! I know it's not the best!
The dull clink of ceramic on wood makes you wince and freeze almost comically in place by the side of the bed. Barely daring to breathe, your worried eyes snap towards the god currently buried between tousled viridian bedsheets.
He doesn’t stir.
You release a slow, quiet breath, relieved that Loki is still sleeping so soundly, despite his earlier protestations that he was completely fine. He’s far from fine, that you’re certain of. You’ve watched how the summer cold he’s come down with has chipped away at him over the past few days, zapping his energy quicker and more thoroughly than he’ll ever admit. He refuses to let that mask of invincibility slip for even a second.
“Gods don’t get sick, darling,” he had said, though you could see the sluggishness that had crept into his usual elegant movements, along with the deep weariness that had settled in his eyes.
One hour later you found him sleeping like the dead.
He looks so utterly at peace that your heart swells with love for him, and with the familiar realisation that he’s yours. This beautiful man who has survived tortures your mind can’t even conceive of is yours. It’s something that almost has you weep. Out of all the people on this planet - of all the beings in the entire cosmos - it’s you that gets to love him, and you’ll never take that for granted.
It’s impossible to tear your eyes off him as he sleeps. Still a villain to most of the world, yet he’s curled on his side in your bed with tousled hair and pink stained cheeks. You can see the bedsheets shifting with the steady rise and fall of his chest, as well as the way his arm is stretched out towards your side of the bed, as though, even lost to his dreams, his body still searches for yours.
The man is your entire heart and more, and it’s moments like these you wish you could bottle.
Your hand floats to his face before you can help yourself. It’s warmer than usual and still smooth beneath your gentle touch that pushes a stray curl back behind his ear. You swear you hear his breathing shift, almost like he knows you’re there.
You never tire of this - watching him sleep. To have him sleep so soundly in your presence, to have him know with such unwavering certainty that you wouldn’t dream of hurting him, feels like a blessing from the gods.
He trusts you - completely and wholeheartedly - and it’s one of the greatest gifts he could ever give you.
His hair is silken beneath your touch and errant strands wrap loosely around your fingers as you bend down to kiss his temple. It’s barely more than a butterfly kiss, but you can’t help but let your lips linger briefly against his skin. You only wish it was enough to free him from the clutches of his cold.
The backs of your fingers brush softly over his cheek and you make to leave and let him rest, but you’ve barely pulled away when he grabs your wrist in a loose grip.
“Stay,” Loki says, his voice groggy and congested. “Please.”
His eyes are flickering open, but it’s clear that he’s still wading through sleep. He looks so vulnerable and exhausted and sick that suddenly any plans you had for the rest of the day are unimportant. You can’t deny this man anything.
Easily, you climb into the bed beside him, resting your back against the headboard and opening your arms to him. “Come here, my love,” you tell him gently.
He wastes no time in shifting beneath the sheets until his legs are tangled with yours and his head is resting heavily on your stomach. He grips you like he’s been starved of your touch, like you’re the one thing tying him to Earth. You can feel the unspoken plea in the way he’s holding you, the “please don’t leave me” that’s burning into your skin.
You hope he knows that wild horses couldn’t drag you away from him.
Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you stretch down to kiss the top of his head and intertwine your fingers with his. His hand locks around yours greedily, as though he can’t get enough of your touch.
It’s fine with you, though, because you can never get enough of him.
You begin to stroke his hair, so softly that you’re barely even touching him, but you can still hear his soft sigh of contentment. “Feeling better?” you ask softly, running your thumb along his knuckles.
“No,” he croaks, attempting to twist himself tighter around you. “I fear this may be something worse than one of your silly Midgardian maladies.”
You can’t help but smile. Your drama queen of a god is still in there. “Hmm, I think you might be right. I should probably let Tony know I’ll be out for the next few days to take care of you. I can’t risk my beautiful boy succumbing to a dangerous alien bug.”
Loki doesn’t move, but you can almost feel the smile that mirrors your own growing across his face. “You can’t,” he murmurs, his voice slightly muffled by how far he’s nuzzled into your stomach.
He lapses into silence and you take the opportunity to pull him closer. He’s solid in your arms - solid and alive and everything you never knew you were looking for. He’s your sun and your moon and all your stars, and you can’t imagine your life without him.
Wordlessly, you stretch to place another kiss to his head, not missing how he hums at your touch. “I adore you, you beautiful man. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He pulls your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles in reply. It’s so soft and so innocent that you’re struck again by how you would burn down worlds for him.
Not five minutes later, his breathing turns even and heavy. He’s fast asleep, head still resting on your stomach and hand still gripping yours.
Loki x reader — sick!fic, established relantionship.
No warnings, just fluff and comfort.
Loki takes care of you when you're sick and makes sure you feel better. He's really soft.
“I feel disgusting,” you say. The words coming out slurred as you struggled to breathe with your congested nose.
“Darling?” Loki asks, concerned. “Can I do anything to help?”
You don't want him to see you like this, in fact, you've been trying to ignore your sickness for a long time.
You feel useless, you don't want to exist, the only acceptable thing to your mind is the thought of going to sleep, the aching pressure around your eyes begs to be closed. You're almost crying from shame.
“Darling,” Loki reaches around you, embracing his arms around your figure, even as you protest, he lifts you up in his arms. “You can't work like this. I know you're sick.” He watches your puffy face, all due to your crying and sneezing.
“No, I'm not, I'm okay,” your voice rough as you lie, fighting not to cough with your pained throat. “I'm not sick, I can do things just fine.”
He still keeps you there, now making sure your face rests against his shoulder as he takes you to the kitchen, already preparing some tea for you two.
“Have you taken some medicine?” He asks and you keep your face hidden, ignoring the question. “You didn't?
“Don't be mad…” You begin.
“Why would I be mad, darling? Why would you not take your meds?”
“I don't wanna be sick, and I didn't know which ones to take, I took a pill but it didn't have any effect so I thought I'd just wait some more.” You're scared you'll sound pathetic to that, but Loki only rubs your back gently.
Loki could sense the effort it took for you to talk, he keeps a concerned look on you as you only rest further to his chest.
This is better, he thinks. She's accepting my help. My love.
Loki had a secret under his sleeve that could work, he could apply his healing magic to your tea — the magic his mother would give to both him and Thor when they got sick, on their younger days, the spell she taught him.
He remembers those days with nostalgic care, he keeps them in the depths of his heart for when his mind needs some kind memories, these parts are specially occupied with you, now. He misses his mother, but he can express the love he received in a new way.
You're shivering under his hands, so he conjures your fluffy, heavy blanket for you, covering you till your neck.
He makes a mental reminder to prepare a warm bath as it's early in the evening, it'd help you feel better, and then he'd make sure you wear some warm clothes so you don't get any fevers.
“Love?” He asks you, your eyes are fighting to stay open but they're moist with tears from the cold.
“Can't breathe,” you whine a bit in pain, closing your eyes and trying to rest but feeling the strong pang in your head.
“I'll make it feel better, love. I'm here,” He tells you, giving you a kiss. He was glad your temperature was normal as he felt it against his skin.
You cringe as his lips touch yours. “Don't kiss me… I'm gross,” your voice goes whinier than you wish for again, which he finds adorable.
“You can't pass me anything, my love. I'm a frost giant, I wouldn't get sick with mortal germs.” He gives you a kiss again.
“But I'm still gross though.”
“I could never find you anything close to gross, when I see you like this, I only wish to nurture you back to health, and make sure you're safe and loved, just as you deserve.” You try to hide your smile against his chest now, he can feel it, and it makes him beam with pride at making you feel a little better. “I hate to see you unwell.”
The tea is ready, he turns your body a little in his arms so you're facing the teapot as he makes two cups for both of you.
He makes sure you see the green sparkles leaving his hands as he puts your tea.
“I hope I'm making this right,” he blushes. “It's the spell our mother would pour on our teas when we were children, Thor thought it was disgusting.”
“Very good, really,” you joke around, smiling at him. “One of the few opinions I have, and little Thor thought it was disgusting.”
Loki gives you a tight lipped smile, but still smiles with his eyes too. He shakes his head.
“I think the magic is flavorless, the problem was just that Thor never really liked tea, and we just discovered a long time after,” he smiles at you. “So, my love, as I know you like this tea, I make sure everything is safe and good to your tastes.” He chuckles and you feel his chest move with the sound.
So you stay there, in his arms, watching his magic with a certain wonder, you'd never tire from this, he always loves the way you look at his magic, the way you look at him. It was never about the magic powers he carries, but the way you're the only person to look at him while he does it and appreciate him, just him, you like it when he does anything, you're the only one to look at him with this clear admiration your eyes always hold for him.
He quietly begins to hum a song for your ears, carrying you to the couch.
You move to take the tea and drink it.
Loki touches your temple, he makes his fingers blue and —consequently, a little colder, just enough for your body to accept, reaching your forehead and keeping it there as you sip your tea.
He notices you're going quieter, just appreciating his acts, not really forcing yourself to speak anymore. He's glad, it makes him happy to see your body sliding slightly closer to him with each sip, probably almost too sleepy to notice.
He conjures you the correct medicine, and you take it. With him kissing your forehead as you do so, like a little reward.
“I'd never shame you for being sick, you know,” He says, breaking the silence of the room. “I never want to see you feeling like you can't tell me again, even as your body starts to feel weak, even if the symptoms are just starting, tell me.”
“I will. I'm sorry.”
“I'm not mad,” he reinforces, quickly booping your nose, gently smiling at you. You stay quiet, he accepts that.
“How about a bath now?” The tea was warm like a balm to your throat.
You don't respond but complain with sounds of disapproval at having to move from the comfort of the couch, from under the cozy blanket.
“You'll feel better,” he comforts you, caressing your skin as he speaks in a low tone so as not to hurt your head. “I promise, just trust me.”
He wraps his strong arms around your legs to push your entire body close to his, gluing you to him as he calmly princess-carries you to the bathroom. Patiently taking the time to hold you as he magically —to be quicker— makes the water warm enough for you and your tired body.
He helps you through the bath, bringing some things to make the bath time more relaxing like different soaps and a pink bath bomb.
“Bath bomb?” You laugh a little, glad the stinging in your head stopped a bit. You point to the product he held.
“It's fun, and I'm not used to these midgardian bath entertainments.” He gives you a kind smile and allows the comfort to surround you two as you take the bath together.
He carefully washes your hair for you, massaging your scalp, hoping to show all his love through his fingertips and gentle caresses.
He moves down to your shoulders, your neck, pressing a bit harder in certain spots, then he slides down to your back with tender care. You hold your breath, and leave some moans of delight as your aching body feels the blessed touch.
“Are you feeling better, love?” He asks, you hum to agree, not wanting to ruin the moment. He muffles a laugh and keeps his loving touches.
Loki runs his hands across the other parts of your body with extra patience and passion, ignoring how sexual it could seem, he knows you're not wishing for it now. He still keeps a longer time washing you, and pressing his hands on your breasts, your chest, your stomach. Brushing among your thighs, anywhere he could show his love and feel your skin close to his.
He kisses your jawline, and moves your head a little to kiss you. The whole time was filled with loving little kisses, some all across your face, some on your lips as he couldn't have enough of your mouth, or enough of you.
The bath makes you feel clean and relaxed, you're allowing yourself to finally succumb to the peaceful affection he's showing you. It's almost overwhelming, you never thought you could have something like this, neither did he.
When the bath's over, Loki exits first to grab a fluffy, dry towel to wrap your body on. You got up and he immediately wrapped you in so you wouldn't face the brutal chilly air of getting out of the bath.
He takes you to the bedroom, your clothes are already on the bed. You tremble to think of removing the towel and facing the cold, but Loki makes sure that doesn't happen.
He puts you on a cozy green sweater, kissing your clothed chest as he's finished. Matching the sweater, he puts on you some warm pajama pants, then proceeds to kiss your stomach.
He puts your socks on you, and gives a kiss to each of your ankles, almost reverently. Looking up at you with wonder, rubbing your legs. You almost weep at the sight, feeling overly emotional.
After he's sure you're warm, he lets you decide on what to do next. You just want to sleep.
He turns off the lights of the house, and dims the one by the bedside table. He reaches for his book, this is one he's been reading without you, he thinks it's a bit too uninteresting to be shared, but now it might fit perfectly for the purpose of getting you to sleep.
You two created a habit of sharing your stories together, you love to sit around while he just reads for you. And whenever you read a story you really like, you get extra giddy to tell him every single detail about it, he loves it when you do so.
He knows how much you love his voice, and in moments like this, in which you need less loud noises, you can't help but pay even more attention to how soft his voice is as he speaks. You could listen to it for days, and thankfully, you can really listen to it all day, for days, he's yours.
He cozies you two under the sheets, the only light being the one by his side, so he can read to you, he makes sure it doesn't bother your eyes.
He holds your body on top of his, keeping a light hold not to pressure your skin, allowing you to rest your head on his neck, unbothered by the little sniffles of the remains of your sickness. He'll make sure to check some more spells later —unharming to humans, to be certain you get even better health soon after you drift off to sleep.
“I love you,” you say. He stiffens a little because it comes unexpectedly, then he relaxes. After all this time, Loki's still unused to these words.
He still gets surprised.
His expression softens and he can only hope you feel all the love radiating off of him.
“I love you, darling. Now rest, you'll feel better as soon as you wake up.”
He begins reading to you from where he stopped, taking pauses a few times to explain some details to you, quietly. You pay attention to the sound of his voice, and his chest moving under you with each word he speaks, until you drift off to a comfortable night of sleep.
This is my apology for not having posted anything this week because I, once again, got sick, so I wrote this! Oh to have a Loki taking care of me.
I hope it can bring some comfort to you all!
Taglist: @mischief2sarawr @dangertoozmanykids101 (I don't know if it's ok to tag in a sick!fic but it's ok if you don't feel comfortable with it ♡)
Loki is the type of lover to pick you up with one arm around you middle and place you to the side if you’re in his way
Loki also would start feeding you if you start getting frustrated or angry at something or someone
Loki likes cats and would take pictures of them and send them to you
Loki likes to be the center of attention but likes being the center of your attention more
Loki flies as a bird around the kingdom or New York whenever he’s bored
Loki scares the local convenience store cashier because he glares at them and never gives the right amount needed {he doesn’t understand how money works there yet}
Loki owns fingerless gloves and leather gloves
Loki reads a lot of mystery and horror books, and even write back to the authors if he thinks the book is worth it
Loki is allergic to mangoes
Loki almost burned down his chambers when he was given the title the god of mischief because everyone was excited and proud Thor while he was treated as if it was bad Luck
Loki knows how to heal deadly injuries but refuses to do it on wars unless it’s necessary because it takes a chunk of his power each time
Loki is the type of uncle to yell at you to get your homework done and tutor you but takes you on cool adventures during break
Loki loves his smile, it’s his favorite thing about himself, just beside his height
Loki is a daydreamer, if he can’t read he blocks everybody out and drift into a fantasy of his own mind
Could you do a dom Loki and plus size sub reader one shot by any chance? 💕💕💕
"Dangerous Curves"
Loki is going to tell you exactly what he wants tonight...and it involves a silk scarf and complete obedience.
Pairing: Dom!Loki x Plus Size Sub!Reader
Genre: Dom/Sub Smut (18+ ONLY, please)
Content Warning: smut, dom/sub relationship, body issues if you squint, bondage & gagging, F!Masturbation, narratophilia, exhibitionism, breeding kink if you squint
Word Count: 2.1k
You were on your knees again, where you loved to be.
Completely naked, you’d tied your hair behind you into two loose braids before humbling yourself before your king, being careful not to make eye contact until given permission.
Your Lord and Sovereign, Loki of Asgard, slowly circled you like a hungry bird of prey, looking down on you as he paced, occasionally stopping just to make you expectant again, only to continue his path without a word, making you wait on the floor for any sort of signal. This had been going on for several minutes, and every torturous second lingered and made the aching need inside you throb all the worse.
Finally, he stopped right in front of you, and you got a clear view of his bare feet, just as scheduled and angled as the rest of his physique.
“You may look up at your King,” Loki finally permitted. “Look up at me, and fear me.”
You did as he commanded, drinking in his image. His body towered over you in all of it’s glowing perfection. He wore tight black leggings that clearly outlined his growing erection. His chest was bare, his abs glistening with scented oil (Loki couldn’t help himself, the delectable smell of roses always heightened his energy). He held a long, emerald-green silk scarf in his hands, but he held it wrapped in his fists, pulled tight in the middle, as if it were meant to choke as opposed to wear.
When Loki dominated you, he always wore his hair in a tight ponytail that jutted from the back of his head, swinging back and forth as he worked his magic. Some nights, you longed to grab it in the way Loki loved to grab your braids, but tonight, you got the feeling it would be off-limits. Loki’s skin was already turning red with pounding desire, and this usually meant he intended to do things his way: fast and hard.
Loki moved behind you, and you could hear him kneel behind you, and you slowly saw his arms extend in front of you, only of them holding the scarf until his other hand could reach around, trapping you in his grip. You felt him lean down until his mouth was nearly making contact with your ear.
“Now, my lovely toy, what shall we do with this tonight?” he whispered tauntingly, flicking your earlobe gently with the tip of his tongue, making you shudder.
First, he brought the scarf up to your eyes, holding it as he would a blindfold. “Shall we cover your eyes? Make you wait in agonizing anticipation for my touch to grace your skin, never knowing where or when it will appear?”
You were silent, but your breathing quickened as Loki brought the scarf down to your mouth, pressing the fabric tighter against your lips. “Perhaps we’ll gag you, then? I do so love to hear your pathetic, delicious moans warble out from behind the silk as I coax them from your throat.”
You wanted to nod, but you knew to wait for his third option. Loki brought the scarf down your arm, tapping your wrist with it. His breath was hot against your ear. “Or we could bind your wrists, and I can make you writhe and thrash about, needy for my cock, helpless to do anything until I say.”
Now, you nodded. “Yes, please, my King.”
You could hear Loki purr with satisfaction. “I was hoping you’d say that this evening. Always my good girl, making her King happy.”
Getting to his feet, he gently took a braid in hand and yanked just enough for you to feel the pull. You took this as the signal to get to your feet. When you were toe-to-toe with Loki, you noticed he was glaring at you quietly, taking in the specter of your naked body with awe. He reached out and began running his hand over your chest and torso.
“Midgardians are so foolish,” he muttered. “The stories you’ve told me, pet, of those who saw your ample figure and looked away. Norns, but that only means I can own all of you, and not share. Your beauty is magnanimous, worthy of godhood. Understand it, and never be afraid to display it.”
You felt your cheeks go hot. He never failed to make you feel godly, even as he prepared to make you his filthy, obedient whore.
You rolled your eyes. “Master, I care not for their opinions anymore. If my King desires my body, it will always be given to him with pride.”
“Good,” Loki said, his smile unfurling as he looked at you again, starving for you. “You know, they say that a woman with your large breasts and wide hips will produce healthy children…one day I think I will test that idea with you. But for now, we will just use your body for my pleasure, pet.”
You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, feeling yourself getting hot and wet between your legs.
Loki continued to monologue as he traced delicate circles around your nipples with the pads of his fingers. “After I conquered your sad little home planet, women and men cast themselves at my feet, and yet my desire was never stirred until they sent you to me. I did not yet know your name. It was your body, your eyes, your enchanting gait, and that smile of yours that holds so many secrets yet betrays your lust for me every time I enter the room…you see, I must tie you down, hold you under me, command you as I will, for if I cannot control you…I lose control of my own body, my own senses. That does not befit a King.”
You looked down. “I apologize for tempting you.”
Loki lifted your chin with a single, lithe finger, and you couldn’t avoid his piercing eyes any more. “Never stop tempting me, my queen. Now, get on to the bed and lie on your back for me.”
You obeyed enthusiastically, slowing your walk and allowing Loki to put a guiding hand on your shoulder as he gently pushed you into place, propping your back against his pillows, splaying your legs and holding out your wrists.
Your King shook his head. “Not yet. I want you to do something else for me. I want to play a new game tonight.”
“Yes, my Lord?” you gasped excitedly, licking your lower lip.
Loki crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over you. He slowly took your right hands and, maintaining eye contact with you, a devious look about him, he guided your hand down to your folds, gently poking your finger, which tapped at your clit as he manipulated it. “Play with yourself, and do it vigorously, while I tell you about a dream I had last night.”
You moaned at the very sound of Loki’s plans, the feeling of Loki’s clever hand making yours touch yourself only amplifying the intensity of your need, and you nodded quietly, letting your hand begin it’s own work down at your already-drenched cunt.
Loki kissed your nose with a gentleness that almost mocked you, before rising up so that he was kneeling up between your knees. “Now, keep looking at me…there’s a girl. Start slowly…”
Obediently, you sighed softly, starting with slow circles up and down your folds, letting two fingers trace the shape of your pussy while your thumb pressed against your clit.
“In the dream,” Loki began, “I had you in metal chains, you wore them at your neck, ankles, and hands, and the rest of you was bare, your skin glowed in the firelight as I brought you into my hall, throwing you onto your back in front of my warriors, guards, and guests who had come to feast.”
“Was I being bad?” you asked in a breathless whisper as you rolled your hips against your fingers, “Were you punishing me?”
“Oh no,” Loki said, voice heightened, “I was showing you off to my men. I wanted the entirety of Asgard to look on with jealousy as I showed them how easy it was to make you cum around my cock, and how you were such a desperate whore that you would take me in front of a room full of people.”
“Oooohhhhh…” was all you could muster as you looked into Loki’s eyes.
“Would you do that for me?” he asked. “Would you take my cock in front of my men and tell them how good it feels inside you?”
You nodded quickly. “Oh yes, my King,” you said. “Anything for you.”
“You arched your back and spread your legs so wide they could see your cunt from the back of the hall, not an eye in the room wasn’t on us. Then I took my dick out and impaled you with such force that your cries shook the plates on the far end of the table!” Loki groaned and looked away from you, down at your fingers, which you were now thrusting inside your passage, letting them slide up and down against your slickening walls, making you whimper with each move as you moved harder and faster, your climax beginning to build in your hips.
“Oh, you’re moving so fast!” Loki interrupted, grabbing your hand just before you found your edge, rendering all for naught. “No, no, we’ve done this enough times for you to know the rule.”
You nodded, pouting your lips playfully. “Yes, my King.”
“You are only going to cum around my cock. I want to feel your walls trembling around me, betraying your pleasure,” he grunted, shuffling forward on his feet and tapping his hip with a single finger. A green spark flew to his leggings, which swiftly fell away, finally unfurling Loki’s erection, pointed directly at your waiting pussy.
Taking the silk scarf in hand again, Loki cleverly positioned himself above you, so that his sharply-chiseled chest was directly in your eyeline, and the tip of his penis was hanging just above your clit as he quickly grabbed your wrists, binding them together before attaching the scarf to the headboard with a little magic. Your chest rose with your arms tied above your head, and as Loki crawled back over your supine body, he gently nipped at a breast with his teeth, making you squeak and spasm, clearly pleasing your Lord.
Finally, after what felt like another hour of Loki just staring down at your humble body, hips bucking and desperate for stimulation, he made his move, taking his member in hand and slamming it into you, greedily claiming what was his tonight. The pressure from his powerful entry sent shockwaves through your core, nearly paralyzing you.
His hips began rocking to a hastening tempo as he moved with you, coaxing your orgasm from inside you, his cock massaging your walls as they stretched to accommodate the girth of him. He gave you no time to breathe as your pace quickened, and you felt your edge rolling back.
“Master, I’m going to cum!” you cried. “Please let me…”
Loki uttered a low, feral growl. “Release it…”
With permission, you arched your back and let your orgasm crash over your cunt like a wave, thundering down your passage, unmistakably strong as you wailed loudly into the air to release your energy.
“That’s a good girl, ride it out on my cock,” he instructed, taking two fingers to your bucking hips, rolling your clit in between them, fiddling with it, which elongated your pleasure as your high finally ebbed. “Sweet Norns, your cries…”
Loki squinted and concentrated on himself as he reached his own fall on the final echoes of your shrieks. He pounded against your twat as he filled you with his hot seed. When he was finished, he remained inside you, instead choosing to lower his body onto yours, placing his chin in the space between your breasts and looking at you, basking in the afterglow.
You smiled. “Is there anything more you want from me, Master?”
Loki purred again, his greedy smile painting his face with a thrilling look of mischief. “My good girl, did you think we were through, when the night has barely begun?”
He got up again, reaching over you to perform another magic trick, tapping three times against the silk scarf binding your wrists, making a second scarf appear to form out of it. Loki took the new fabric and swiftly brought it to your mouth, quickly gagging you before running a thumb over it.
“You're going to be screaming so hard that even with this,” he said teasingly, tapping the gag, “they will be hearing your cries in Jotunheim.”
Hope you enjoyed this. It's been a hot sec since I wrote some pure no-reason smut. Just tagging some mutuals: @lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbs @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @michelleleewise @xorpsbane @chantsdemarins @coldnique @joyful-enchantress @fictive-sl0th @sarahscribbles
