Tags: Loki mischief, meddling Thor, foul language, prankster Loki, angst, fluff, eventual smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex.
Summary: Fear of rejection prevents you from proclaiming your love to the God of Mischief. Little do you know he's suffering the same fear. Thor picks up on the mutual pining and tries to be a good friend and bro. Except his meddling backfires terribly. Loki now thinks you and Thor have feelings for each other and begins behaving like a jealous childish ass nearly pushing you toward the edge of madness with his nonstop mischief. Now Thor needs to fix the mess he made.
Thinking back, it all seemed to start after a casual conversation with Thor. He was telling stories of his adventures on Midgard, and you simply said you wished you could see the places he was talking about. So, he made your wish come true and took you on a day trip to Midgard, to New York specifically. Showed you the places he spoke about and introduced you to his friends. You had a wonderful time.
After that conversation with Thor a certain God of Mischief began an onslaught of pranks, games and overall, well mischief, toward you. You don’t know what’s gotten into Loki, but he’s getting progressively worse. And his general mischief that he used to share amongst others is now solely being focused on you.
Admittedly you’ve been madly in love with the dark-haired prince for quite some time. Out of fear of rejection and his seemingly only friend-like feelings toward you, you never let on to your true feelings.
Your secret feelings however, have been put on the back burner. Because of his ongoing nonsense he has you on edge and you’re just about ready to pummel his pretty face if he doesn’t knock it off. But getting him to stop seems to be easier said than done.
It’s early in the morning, your day is just beginning. You don’t bother with breakfast today. It will likely grow wings and fly off, or whatever ridiculous scheme Loki has plotted for you today. Instead you get dressed and go to the closet to grab your armor. You have training today with Sif.
When you blindly grab your armor from a dark closet you immediately know it feels too light. So, you pull it out and step into the sunlight coming through the window so that you can see. “Loki!” You growl angrily. Your so-called armor now looks child sized.
You’re going to kill him.
But maybe before committing murder you’ll try speaking to Thor one last time.
Walking through the palace you take the long way to the training area. You go out of your way to pass through the dining hall. First you see Frigga. She smiles at you kindly when she sees you. So, you smile back. But the moment you see the man that is a constant thorn in your side as of late you glare daggers at him. You get more angry when he sees you and smiles smugly at you in response.
“Morning Allmother.” You say kindly to Frigga as you approach the table while casually grabbing Loki’s glass of juice and subsequently pouring it into his lap. Before he can get any words out you point at him angrily. “You know what you did.” You hiss. Then storm out of the room.
“Have a nice day dear.” Frigga calls out to you as you leave, not at all surprised about what she just witnessed. Once you’re gone she crosses her arms and gives her son a pointed look. “What have you done now to that poor girl?”
Loki shrugs, biting back a smirk. “I’m honestly not sure which indiscretion this was for.” He says as he gestures to his now soiled slacks covered in juice.
Frigga rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “I’m saying this as a woman, not as your mother. Your current methods are not going to work. You’re getting that girl’s attention, but not in the way you want. Why don’t you court her properly if you’re so fond of her?”
Loki looks away suddenly finding the floor more interesting as he squirms uncomfortably in his seat. “Thor beat me to it. But it would not matter anyway because she doesn’t see me in that way.” He mutters.
“Has she told you she doesn’t see you in that way?” Frigga questions curiously.
“No.”
“Has she said she sees Thor in that way?”
“Not sure.” Loki says with an annoyed sigh, tired of this line of questioning.
“You silly boy.” Frigga chuckles. “Then how do you know anything if you do not ask? Stop making assumptions and use your words and not your magic on her."
Sif gives you a confused look when you arrive at the training arena without your armor. “Please tell me you have armor to spare.” You ask with an exaggerated sigh.
“What happened to yours?” She questions.
“Loki.” You say through gritted teeth. His name being all the explanation you need to give.
Sif nods her head. “Probably should have guessed that.” She says as she walks away to retrieve her spare set of armor. She tosses it in your direction. “Not sure how well it’s going to fit you. But while you work that out I’ll get started with the others.”
You wave Sif off after you call out a quick thank you. You’re not sure how well her armor will fit you either. You two aren’t exactly the same size. Your spare set was damaged in the last battle the Asgardian Army encountered and you never replaced it. Now you’re coming to regret that.
“Having trouble?” A deep yet kind voice calls out from behind you.
You turn around and see Thor headed toward you. “Yes, you could say that.” You grumble as you try getting the breast plate to fit your frame.
Thor frowns once he’s standing in front of you. “This isn’t your armor…”
“Loki.” Again, the only response or explanation you need to give is his brother’s name and he immediately understands.
Thor’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “He messed with your armor? Now, that is taking things too far. What if we were called into battle? You’d have no protection.”
“Exactly!” You growl, but feel validated by Thor’s response. “Which brings me to what I wanted to speak with you about. Do something about your brother, or I swear to make you an only child.”
Thor’s face lights up, and he starts laughing. You know he’s not laughing at you, only at your words. “As tempting as being an only child sounds, I promise you I’m working on your Loki problem.”
“But how?” You whine, stomping your foot petulantly. “That’s what you told me last week, and the week before that!”
Thor holds his hands up placatingly. “Lady (Y/N), do you trust me?”
You huff, slumping your shoulders. “Yes, you know I do.”
“Then trust me when I say I’m handling it, alright?”
You search Thor’s eyes. Like always all you see there is honesty. He’s never been one to lie or deceive. His brother does enough of that for the both of them. Thor is a very dear friend to you and you do trust him, he’s never given you a reason not to. But on the other hand, Loki has you at your wits end.
Putting your hands on your hips you take in a deep breath as you lock eyes with Thor. “I trust you completely. I truly do. But I’m giving you a week. Beyond that my actions can’t be held against me, because that brother of yours is pushing me!”
“Alright, fair enough.” Thor chuckles. “For now, let me help you with this armor. We’ll try to make it work for today.”
After Thor helps you with your temporary armor situation you end up training with him because everyone else was already partnered up and mid training with someone else.
The borrowed armor doesn’t work out well. The weight is off, compared to your own, on top of it not fitting you correctly. So after about the tenth time of Thor knocking you down you decide to just be done with today.
“That’s it! I give up! He’s ruined my entire day and it’s barely lunch time.”
Thor snorts out a laugh as he lays on top of you. You at least managed to pull him down with you as you fell this time. “You skipped eating again this morning, didn’t you? You get cranky when you skip breakfast.”
“Because your brother is slowly trying to kill me. He keeps messing with my food. Yesterday my toast suddenly grew wings and flew off. So yes, I’m more than a little cranky Thor!”
Thor leans on his elbow, seemingly making himself comfortable on top of you. “He is being very childish, but I don’t think he’s trying to kill you.” He starts, pausing briefly when he sees movement in the corner of his eye, realizing the two of you are being watched. Watched by Loki specifically.
Thor keeps his eyes on you, and brushes some stray hair away from your eyes. “How about we call it a day, eat a big lunch together. Then tonight I’ll help you forget all your troubles. You can get as good and drunk as you want. How does that sound?”
You can’t help but laugh as your stomach starts growling, audibly telling on you about how hungry you are. Caught up in conversation with Thor, you don’t see Loki. You don’t see the heartbroken look on his face as he watches you and Thor. The hurt in his eyes turns to anger as his magic slowly seeps out of him and goes to work. He had come with the intent to follow his mother’s advice and attempt speaking with you, but all sense of reason went out the window the moment he saw Thor lying on top of you.
“Food and drink sound like an excellent offer.” You smile. Then your smile falters when you hear a hissing sound. You turn your head and see dozens of snakes slithering toward you.
You hate snakes.
And Loki knows it.
“Snakes!” You scream the second you see them and quickly shove Thor off of you as you jump to your feet. Thor on the other hand likes snakes so he’s not the least bit bothered. He just laughs it off as he pulls himself off the ground.
“Fucking Loki!” You squeal as you jump on Thor’s back to get your feet off the ground to keep the slithering snakes from coiling around your legs.
“Is this what you wanted brother?” Thor says with a raised brow, making eye contact with Loki off in the distance. You’re too busy screaming about the snakes to hear Thor’s voice. What you don’t know is that Loki has feelings for you. Thor is aware of it, and has been trying to get his stubborn brother to admit his feelings. Instead it backfired and turned Loki into a childish ass. Now Thor has a week to turn this mess around before you turn matters into your own hands.
“Another!” You yell, throwing your empty glass on the floor.
“Are you sure you can handle another?” Thor questions even though he already has another glass of ale ready in his hand.
Your body sways side to side in your seat as you point your finger grumpily at him. “You said I could get as good and drunk as I wanted.” You pause when a drunken hiccup escapes you. “Give me more.”
“You’re right, I did say that.” He smiles, handing you another drink. “Have you forgotten all your troubles yet?”
Chugging down half the glass you slam it on the table and wipe your mouth off with the back of your hand. “Nope, they won’t stop looking at me. Up yours, your royal highness, pain in my ass!” You yell the last part in Loki’s direction.
Thor glances over his shoulder, not surprised to see his brother grumpily watching. He can’t understand why Loki gets so tongue tied around you and loses his confidence. He thought if he pretended to have romantic feelings for you that it would force his brother out of his shell and admit his own true feelings. Boy was he wrong. “Why don’t you go talk to him then?” He says when he turns back and looks at you.
“Me?” You squeak, pointing at yourself. “What good will that do?”
Thor shrugs, his face skews as he tries to find the right words. “When you’ve been drinking you tend to be more open. No holds barred.”
Finishing off your ale you slam the empty glass on the table once more. “Alright, fuck it.” You hiccup, pushing your sleeves up as you get up from the table.
Loki’s eyes go wide, almost panicked when he realizes you’re making a beeline for him. You sit down on the bench next to him. Like right next to him, your thighs are touching and he can feel the heat radiating from your body. His jaw drops as he crosses and then uncrosses his arms. Looking uncomfortable, unsure how to sit or behave.
“Hi.” You blink your eyes trying to remember why you came over here in the first place.
“Hello.” He mumbles back with a confused frown.
You snap your fingers when you remember what you wanted to say to him. Leaning your elbow on the table you prop your head up in your hand and look at him. “Why do you hate me? We used to be friends.” You pout, sticking out your bottom lip.
“I-I don’t hate you.” Loki stutters, surprised you think that. “I could never.”
“Then why?” You ask calmly. Then slam your palm on the table. “Tell me why?!” You yell less calmly.
He opens and closes his mouth almost resembling a fish, but no words come out. So he takes a deep breath and tries again but his tongue gets caught in his throat when you lean in closer to him. The entire side of your body is pressed against his. “Tell me why you like Thor?” He suddenly blurts out.
Thor is a good friend. He’s always got your back and your best interests at heart. You blink your eyes trying to get them to focus and see Loki looking at you expectantly. That’s when you realize you just said all of that in your head, not out loud. “Thor’s the best.” Is all you manage to slur out as all that ale you drank catches up to you.
“Of course, that’s what everyone thinks, right? Thor’s better!” Loki hisses as he gets up and storms away.
Thor, having seen Loki angrily storming away, runs over to the table to catch you as you start to tip sideways. “Alright my friend, I think it’s time for bed.” He chuckles as he lifts you up.
“Okay.” You groan, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“What did you say to make Loki so upset?” Thor asks as he carries you out of the room.
“Thor’s the best.”
“Well that plan backfired as well.” He grumbles to himself.
Quietly stepping out of Thor’s bedroom you lean against the door and groan as you rub your temples. Your head is pounding and you feel like shit. Today will definitely be spent nursing this hangover. Thankfully Thor let you sleep in his room so that you could have a night of peace without Loki messing with you. He had to leave to go back to Midgard so he didn’t mind loaning you his room for a night.
“You slept with my brother?” You suddenly hear Loki’s low and angry voice. “He didn’t even care that you were intoxicated, did he?”
After rubbing your eyes, you slowly drop your hands and blink your eyes open. “What the hell are you babbling about?”
Loki’s giving you a look of disappointment as he points toward Thor’s bedroom door that you’re still leaning against. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“It’s too early for this shit.” You mumble to yourself.
“Well, did you? Did you enjoy fucking my brother?” He hisses.
Pushing yourself off the door with a tired sigh you step to Loki and immediately slap him across the face. “How dare you speak to me like that! He was loaning me his room to sleep the liquor off and give me a night of peace without your meddling nonsense! He’s not even here, he went to Midgard last night.” You growl, giving him a shove as you push past him. “You are an unbelievable asshole! And to think I used to stick up for you.”
Loki’s eyes go wide and he wishes he could turn back time and take back his words. “(Y/N), no wait…”
“Fuck you, leave me alone!” You say as you run off with tears in your eyes.
You end up spending the entire day in your room and refuse to speak to anyone. Thankfully Loki seems to have listened for once and he leaves you alone. No pranks or attempted mischief in your direction.
That night Thor returned from a short trip to Midgard and came to check on you. Servants had overheard the conversation between you and Loki so word got around fast. Knowing you were refusing visitors he just lets himself into your room.
You look over your shoulder from your position on the bed to see who dared enter your room. “Thor, I really don’t feel like talking right now.”
He sighs as he sits down on the bed beside you. “I know I heard what happened, and I’m sorry. I need to confess something to you. Loki’s behavior…well it’s my fault.” He says lowly with a guilty look in his eyes.
You frown pushing yourself upright on the bed. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“It’s quite adorable how oblivious you are when it comes to matters of the heart. Because you are incredibly smart, amongst the long list of incredible things about you.” He says with a small smile. “I’ve seen the way you and Loki look at each other when the other isn’t looking. You both pine for each other thinking the other does not feel the same. So, I thought if I meddled a little it might give Loki the push he needed to proclaim his love for you.”
You sit there staring at Thor just blinking your eyes, trying to take in that bomb he just dropped on you. You honestly can’t believe, especially after his behavior lately, that Loki has romantic feelings for you. He’s never let on that he may have felt that way about you. “I’m still confused. But what do you mean by meddled? What did you do?”
He gives you a sheepish smile, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck nervously. “I thought perhaps if I pretended to have a romantic interest in you that he would get jealous and admit his feelings and claim you as his own. Well he certainly got jealous, but not in the way I had planned.”
You gasp, and then point at Thor accusingly. “His sudden awful behavior toward me is your fault?! Wait….when did you pretend to have feelings for me?”
Thor snorts out a laugh. “You didn’t notice, because we are comfortable in our friendship. We know we are only friends. So, an extra touch, or embrace didn’t cause you to think twice. Loki however noticed every bit of it. Also he thought our trip to Midgard was a date.”
“Okay, this is a lot to take in.” You nod a few times, trying to wrap your head around this mess. “What if I just sucked it up and told him all of this? Admit the feelings I too have been hiding and in return tell him to admit his?”
Thor shrugs, shaking his head. “Loki is complicated.” He starts. “I don’t know what it is about you but he seems to lose all sense of reason and self confidence and gets tongue tied around you. That’s how smitten with you he is. But as you know he has deeply rooted trust issues. So, I fear if you do that he’ll take it as a farce as if you’re trying to pay him back. We need to get him to admit his true feelings first.”
“Oh Thor.” You sigh tiredly. “I appreciate the grand gesture of what you were trying to do, but boy did you make a mess.” You chuckle.
“I know.” He sighs, then holds his index finger in the air. “I have one more idea. I really think this may work.”
You look at him skeptically. So far, his great ideas haven’t panned out. “Let’s hear your idea.”
Thor enters the dining area where his parents and Loki are already seated and eating their meal. “Sorry for my tardiness.” He says as he takes a seat at the table.
“Where have you been, my son?” Frigga asks curiously.
“I was on a walk with Lady (Y/N). She had something she urgently wished to speak with me about.” Thor says to his mother as he watches his brother in the corner of his eye.
Loki drops his silverware, it makes a heavy clink against his plate the moment he hears your name come out of Thor’s mouth. He hasn’t seen you since his regrettable behavior and hurtful words outside his brother’s room.
Frigga too is in on Thor’s plan so she keeps her focus on Thor. “Is everything alright with her? I heard she was unwell yesterday.”
Thor nods, pausing the conversation to take a bite of food. The anticipation slowly killing Loki as he waits to hear what you wanted to speak to Thor about. “She’s decided she needs a change of scenery for a while. She wants to go to Midgard. I’m going to go get her settled there this evening. Not sure when she’ll be back.”
With that Loki’s chair squeaks as he pushes away from the table and abruptly leaves the room without a word. Thor and Frigga smile at each other as they watch Loki disappear, hoping everything pans out this time. Odin looks around confused. “What did I miss?”
You startle when your bedroom door flies open and you see Loki storming inside. You roll your eyes at him. “Now you think you are privy to my sleeping quarters? Go away Loki.”
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” You huff as you turn your back to him and continue packing your bag.
“You’re leaving, going to Midgard?”
“Yep.” You retort curtly. “What’s it to ya?”
“You can’t do that!” He blurts out as he approaches you. He steps to the side of the bed where you’re standing, holding his hands in the air like he’s surrendering. Then tries a second time, but more calmly. “Please. Please don’t do that.”
With a heavy sigh you pause what you are doing. Crossing your arms over your chest you turn to face him. “And why not? I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I can’t take it anymore. Especially with how you last spoke to me. I thought we had respect for each other.”
“We do. I do. I swear. I didn’t mean for things to get this out of hand.” He says as he slowly drops his hands to his side, wearing a guilty look on his face.
You scoff at his words. “Explain to me what I did to deserve…” You wave your hands around gesturing to him. “…this.”
“Explain to me why you like Thor so much?” He blurts out, his mouth moving faster than his mind.
You roll your eyes at him for a second time. “Again, with Thor. Why must you always try to compete with him? What is so terrible about him and I being friends? I thought you and I were friends? I’m failing to see the issue here. What does Thor have to do with anything?”
“Everything! He has everything to do with it! He gets whatever he wants while also taking the things I want!” He yells as his temper flares.
“What do you want!?” You scream back at him.
“You! I want you!”
“Then take me!”
Suddenly you're being grabbed by the shoulders and shoved up against the wall. You barely have a moment to blink before his lips are crashing against yours.
It takes a second or two for your mind to process what is happening. His soft lips are moving against yours, devouring you. Once you realize this is really happening you put a hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
Caught up in the moment and no longer thinking rationally, Loki picks you up by your thighs. Then you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the bed. He drops you down on the bed but you refuse to remove your lips from his and pull him down with you.
Your fingers tangle in his hair. His tongue dances with yours as his hands roam your bare skin. Wait…when did you take your clothes off?
“Magic.” Loki growls against your lips, answering the question you didn’t realize you said out loud.
Feeling his bare skin against yours you return the favor and let your hands roam his body. Getting more turned on by each moment and beginning to feel your core start to ache you beg against his lips. “I said take me Loki. Please take me.”
With his lustful mind still in control he doesn’t hesitate to give you what you ask. He spreads your legs wider as you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Then in one swift motion he pushes his hard cock inside you.
You gasp feeling the burn as he stretches you, his size is impressive.
He detaches his lips from yours and moves his lips to your neck sucking a deep red mark into your skin. “Tell me you’re mine.” He says in a commanding voice that makes you wetter.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
He growls, but you feel him smiling against your skin. Then without warning he pulls his cock out and slams it back into your heat. “I’m claiming you. All of you.” He says and then starts slamming into you at a punishing pace.
Your eyes roll back, unable to form a coherent thought if you tried. Only feeling the pleasure he’s giving you at this moment. Your nails pinch into his shoulders and drag down his back leaving deep red marks along the way.
He’s pounding into you so hard your head starts banging against the headboard of the bed. Hell you’re not sure how the bed hasn’t broken yet. But he quickly has you a moaning mess writhing beneath him. Rolling your hips you try chasing your own orgasm.
“You better scream my name, so all can hear the pleasure I bring you.” He demands, realizing how close you are.
You move your hands to his ass, spreading your legs wider, and try pushing him deeper. Trying to take every inch of him. He hits that sweet spot over and over, feeling an explosion inside of you. You cry out with his name on your lips. Your legs shaking, body quivering, and chest heaving as your orgasm washes over you.
He gives you a couple more hard thrusts before he buries his cock deep inside you. His cock pulsating, filling you with his seed. Marking you on the inside as his.
He gently pulls out of you and moves to lay down beside you. Both of you remain quiet trying to catch your breath and come down from your highs.
After a few moments you realize Loki is uncharacteristically quiet so you turn your head and look at him. He's lying stiff, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. The lustful haze now waning allows his rational mind to take over again. Realizing the gravity of what just occurred. He gulps audibly. “What just happened?”
“Uh, if I have to explain that to you then I think we did it wrong.” You chuckle.
“No, not that.” He slowly turns his head and makes eye contact with you. Eyes full of worry and confusion. “What does this mean?”
You didn’t see it before, but now that Thor has pointed it out you see the self doubt in his eyes. He well and truly can’t believe you might requite his feelings. You roll over so that you’re now lying partly on top of him. Your bare upper half pressed against his chest which just makes him look more lost and confused. “It means that I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. You hide your feelings so well I had no idea that you had any romantic feelings for me. Until now.”
“But what about Thor?” He says still looking disbelieving.
You can’t help but roll your eyes. His constant competitiveness with Thor can be exhausting. “There has never been nor will there ever be anything romantic between me and Thor. We are only friends.”
He looks relieved by your words, but still confused. “I don’t understand.”
“I didn’t understand either.” You chuckle. “I just found this out an hour ago alright? He confessed to me that he had done some meddling that backfired. He figured out we had unspoken feelings for each other and thought if he pretended to be interested in me you would get jealous and confess your own feelings for me.”
Immediately you see the hurt and anger in his eyes and you’re sure he’s feeling some sort of betrayal right now. Which is what you and Thor were both worried would happen. So you put your hands on his face, making him look at you. “Loki, regardless of what Thor did, my feelings for you are still true. I love you.”
He stares at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. His eyes search yours for the truth but you can tell he’s torn. That’s when you realize he’s going to need more convincing. As Thor said he has deeply rooted trust issues. So you take his hand, pressing his palm against your forehead. You know with his magic he can see your memories. “Go on, see for yourself.”
There’s a flash of green and it only takes him but a moment to see all he needs to see. His eyes soften, his muscles untense as he looks you in the eyes. “I love you too.” He says just before pulling you back down for a kiss. This kiss is far less frenzied and demanding than the previous ones. It’s slow and deep, and most of all meaningful. When he breaks the kiss he cups your cheek in his hand. “I’m sorry for not believing you. I have many things I should be apologizing for, it seems. It was just the thought of Thor having you was driving me mad.”
“I’m willing to let it all go if you promise going forward if something is bothering you that you simply speak to me about it, and never speak to me harshly again.”
He nods his head. “I swear it. I really am sorry. ” He says, pressing one more quick but soft kiss to your lips. “Does this mean you’re really mine now?”
“I am.” You grin. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
He smiles at you mischievously as he wraps his arms around you and flips you over with a growl. Now he’s lying on top of you. “There are a great many of things I’d like to do with you.” He says as he draws circles in your skin with his finger. His mood now completely changed, more like the Loki you know and love. “But first, might I ask a favor of you?”
“Sure what is it?”
“Help me teach that big dull buffoon a lesson for meddling in our affairs and toying with me.”
You smile putting your hands on his handsome face. “There you are. That sounds more like you. Now, what did you have in mind?”
Thor hurriedly tries making his way to your sleeping quarters. A couple servants came and told him they overheard you and Loki arguing again. He doesn’t know what could have possibly gone wrong this time. This plan should have worked.
“You are a nightmare! I cannot believe I ever felt a thing for you! You can go to hell!” You yell, your voice echoing through the halls. Thor rounds the corner and sees you standing in the hallway with a duffle bag in one hand while you angrily poke your finger into Loki’s chest. The moment you see Thor though you direct your anger toward him. “And you!” You point to Thor accusingly. “This is all your fault! I am leaving and never coming back!”
“(Y/N), wait.” Thor says as he grabs your wrist when you go to pass him by.
“Unhand me.” You hiss, pulling your arm away. “I’ve had enough of your family and your hurtful mind games.” You say with tears pooling in your eyes and brush past him, storming away.
Thor wants to go after you but he needs to know what happened so he turns and looks at his brother incredulously. “What in the name of the gods did you do now?”
“Nothing.” Loki shrugs. “Just told her the truth is all. She seemed to be under the impression I harbored romantic feelings for her. I wonder who gave her that idea? And it couldn’t be further from the truth.”
Thor’s jaw drops but he quickly straightens himself back out. “You’re lying. I see how you look at her. This isn’t a game. Why are you being so cruel to her?”
“Oh Thor.” Loki laughs humorlessly. “I was just having a bit of fun with you, and fun with tormenting her. I feel nothing for her. You can have her now, I’ve had my fun.”
“What? I don’t-” He stammers, putting his hands on his head wondering what kind of hole he’s dug himself into. “Loki, you can’t honestly be that cold hearted. If anything she’s always been a friend to you.”
“Perhaps, that is until you decided to stick your nose where it didn’t belong.” Loki says angrily.
“I swear to the gods I will never meddle again. Will you just come with me and help me fix whatever disaster I’ve created for her?”
Loki grins triumphantly as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He tips his head, silently pointing behind his brother. Thor turns around and only gets more confused when he sees you standing there smiling. “Alright Loki, games over. I’d say Thor’s learned his lesson.” You grin, patting Thor on the arm as you pass him by and make your way back to Loki.
“What the hell is going on?” Thor groans.
“Loki and I worked things out, but I’m sure as you should have suspected he was none too pleased about your matchmaking methods. So he wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“Oh that is just mean.” Thor says childishly, almost looking like he’s pouting. “I had good intentions. That should count for something.”
You can’t help but laugh at Thor’s pouty face. “Oh Thor, come on, call us even now. You both got your desired end result while also learning a lesson.”
Loki rolls his eyes at his brother, while he wraps his arm around you, pulling your back against his front. “Toy with me again and you’ll be sorry. I have a partner in crime now. She’s quite the good actress isn’t she? Almost had me convinced.”
Thor lets out a tired sigh. “Oh no, maybe you two together wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
“Too late for that.” Loki laughs, then he leans down kissing you on the cheek. “Come on darling, let's go see what other mischief we can stir up together.”
“Hey as long as it’s not directed toward me anymore, I’m in!” You cheer excitedly.
Thor watches as you and Loki walk away hand in hand scheming excitedly together. He mutters to himself. “What have I done?”
Here's my original AO3 post for this fic.
So I don’t generally take requests because I don't want to make a promise I can't keep. However I do love suggestions or ideas. So I am definitely open to suggestions for more Loki one-shots because I do enjoy writing him. Feel free to message me, and I of course will credit anyone that inspires a fic.
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This is just my opinion on how I imagine Loki! ✨ MDNI ✨
He loves simple physical touch like when you take his face in your hands and be gentle with him, forehead kisses and running your fingers through his hair. He just wants to be taken care of. 🥹
He’s very needy when kissing you, he can’t get you close enough to him.
He’s a whining mess when you kiss his neck, give him back scratches and lightly pull his hair.
Loves giving you kisses on your palm of your hands especially in public
In the morning waking up with you he’s very clingy and handsy kissing you anywhere and everywhere he can. Won’t let you go, he’ll keep pulling you back into bed.
He’s a attention seeker, when your busy doing something he just loves to give you kisses to your temples and the sensitive places on your neck to try and distract you and give him attention
He always has a grumpy mad face but Whenever he see you walk in the room his face lights up with the cutest smirk.
He loves foreplay, loves taking his time with you. Kissing every inch of your body tell he has you begging him for more. He’s definitely a huge tease.
He loves aftercare, he loves to take care of you; he’ll run the shower for you both, clean you up, gives you a massage and cuddles in bed tell you both fall asleep.
Loki loves going down on you while he’s wearing his helmet; so you can hold onto the horns. 😏
His pet names for you include “kitten” “my love” “darling” & “princess”
When he’s away on missions he carries a picture of you in his suit that he’ll glance at when he’s missing you, But won’t ever admit it.
Loki has a way with words but with you he stumbles on his words, distracted when you look him in the eyes, makes him blush.
He loves giving you gifts for no reason except that he just loves you.
He loves to watch you read, He finds it fascinating and adorable how your facial expressions change with each page.
He LOVES to cook for you, he’s a very good chef.
Loki could listen to you talk for hours, he loves the sound of your voice so much
He loves to make you blush by his words and actions. He gets a kick out of it; like i said he’s a big tease, he is the god mischief.
When you wear green it makes him go feral, he automatically gets horny.
He’s very protective over you and can get jealous easily. If anyone just tries to hurt/touch you, they're DONE.
He loves how you can see through his facade and understand the pain and loneliness that he feels. You’re the only one he can be vulnerable with.
You both Understand each other without needing to talk, you know each other so well.
He loves when you lay your head in his lap while he reads.
Loki likes to sneak up on you, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.
He is desperate for your Moans. He loves to hear you Scream his Name
Loves to take showers together, He especially Loves to wash/brush your hair. But he definitely loves shower sex even more.
will always Express how happy he is that your his "You're everything to me" “Your my world” “I don’t know what I do without you my love”
Lokis kinks
- Praise Kink: when you praise him he loves when you call him a good Boy and when he praises you “your doing so good for me, kitten” and “You Look so good under me”.
- Knife Play: using his Knife to free you from your Shirt/Bra. Using the cold side of the blade on your skin. But he could never hurt you.
- Love bites: He loves leaving hickeys and bite marks everywhere, especially where everyone can see so they know your his.
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Series rated: M
Chapter warnings: Drunk sex, Condoms
AN: we made it to the end. I'll see y'all in the fall for book two!
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Tom pressed Mia against the hotel door. His hand was large and firm against her waist, holding her right where he wanted her. Fumbling, he struggled to pull his wallet from his pocket with one very distracted hand. His pants were tight around his hips and his current state of mind didn’t help matters in the slightest.
Mia’s nails scratched at the hair at the back of his neck as she clung to him as if he was giving her life. It felt like she was floating, swimming through a sea of desire and alcohol.
She needed him. She wanted him. She begged for him, “Hurry,”
“Got it.” The wallet slipped out. It was a struggle to flip it open with one hand, then find the hotel keycard. In the process of getting the card out, he dropped the leather wallet to the floor by his shoe.
His breath was hot in her ear. Lips worked, leaving harsh kisses along her neck. As he worked the card into the slot, he moved his hand from her waist to her breast, stopping for a firm squeeze that had a soft moan slip from her lips.
“I need you.” She whimpered as the door beeped, denying entry to the distracted couple.
“Who do you need?” Tom asked as he flipped the card around, trying different sides again and again, hoping one would work.
“My husband.” That set fire to him.
The door beeped the correct tune this time, granting them entry. Tom hooked the door handle with his hand, slapping it down clumsily after yanking the card from the door. The door swung open, no longer providing a solid surface to support their weight.
Tom held her up with an arm flung around her waist as they stumbled in. He kicked blindly, relying on feel alone to help him ensure he kicked his wallet somewhere into the room.
“My wife.” Tom breathed as he kicked the door shut behind them. Alone at last.
He hiked her dress high around her thighs as he held her against the wall, body pressed against body. She could feel his member straining against his pants as he held her in place with his pelvis pressed into her.
Warm, wet kisses and soft nips worked at her neck and shoulders as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. First one arm, then the other left her and shed the jacket sleeves. It fell to the floor behind Tom without a care.
His large hand gripped at her thigh as he yanked at the heels she had put back on her feet in the hall. As he freed them, he threw them blindly behind him, one hitting the wall with a thump. Then searing hot hands pushed their way up her thighs, gripping her hips under the skirt.
Lifting her from the wall, his lips found hers as he carried her. He groaned into her mouth as his thigh rammed into the corner of the dresser, sending pain flaring and causing him to stumble for a moment.
The springs in the bed squeaked as Tom all but threw her onto it. He loomed over her, admiring the way her brown hair fanned out around her, contrasting with the cream bedding and the white of her dress. Her face was flushed. It had been all night, but now it looked even better now, looking up at him from where she lay, waiting for him.
His wife.
There was something intoxicating about standing over a flushed woman laying on his bed. Her dress bunched around her thighs, exposing her long legs to his greedy eyes. It had long been one of Tom’s favorite sights.
This, though, her being his bride, made the sight oh so much better. Tom couldn’t help but run his fingertips up the soft flesh of her thighs, marveling at the fact that she was really there, and that this was really happening.
He traced the tan line that marked where shorts had cut the sun’s harsh power. It had been a while since he had seen something as simple as a unintentional tan line on the body of another.
She was so beautifully normal and he loved her for it.
As she rose on her elbows, he admired how the change of position pushed her breasts up, how they moved naturally with each breath she took and the pull of gravity.
“Something wrong?” She asked.
“Not even a little.” Tom planted his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward and into her.
Using one arm to support herself, she ran her other hand up his chest. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss started sweetly, a reminder of romance she had thought was only for storybooks and movies.
It quickly became fierce, however. These were the kisses that she knew existed, but damn, it had been so long since she had kissed someone who was so good at it. She wanted more. Craved it. Needed it.
Tom rolled them, pulling her to straddle him. Just as he had appreciated how she looked sprawled out on the bed, she found herself caught in a moment of admiration as well.
Never in her life had she slept with a man as good looking as Tom. Now he was hers, and this was her reality. He belonged to her now and she to him. She won the Vegas jackpot.
She could feel how much he wanted her as she rested on his hips. Though that was exciting, just having a man as strong and successful as him under her was enough of a rush in itself. He was beautiful and somehow he was hers.
Tom rather enjoyed having his wife straddling his lap, looking down at him with her hair falling down her back and shoulders. This was something he hadn’t thought he could ever have, but it was here. She was here. It was his wedding night, and she wore a beautiful white dress just for him.
He wanted to see on the floor.
Sitting up, he kissed her neck and chest as his arms wrapped around her. Her skin was so soft under his lips. While he worked along her collarbone, she ran her nails through his hair.
She smelled like sunshine, flowers, and summer. She smelled like sunflowers. What a strange, unique choice. What a beautifully her choice.
When he found just the right spot, she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips. That was a sound he wanted to hear her make again and again. Tom was painfully hard in his trousers and she pressed against him.
Each shift she made in his lap sending a wave of pleasure through him. She felt good against him, held against his chest, wrapped in his arms, neck against his lips.
He wanted to feel more of her against him. Never in his life had he wanted to delve into a woman more than he did at that moment. Not once in his life.
Not once.
Tom gripped her ass under the skirt of her dress. The silky panties she wore were smooth under his hands, but not nearly as smooth as her skin would be. He wanted to tease her and savor her, but with how much he had drank, he feared quicker would be better.
Fingers struggled with buttons. It felt like the back of the dress was fastened with every fastening at the same time, designed by the devil to hamper men from sealing the marriage. He would swear he felt cords and buttons and a zipper track. What he wanted was the dress off of her.
“Sorry, Darling.” Tom mumbled the words into the swell of her breast he had been kissing.
With both hands, he ripped the back open. It was harder than he expected, taking a few yanks to rip the fabric to the small of her back. With the tension that had been holding her breasts in place gone, they sank slightly into a more relaxed, natural position.
Mia was self conscious for a moment. Her body had been through stresses and showed the wear from a life lived. Though she had never been uncomfortable with the size of her breasts, she knew they lacked the fullness of many women in their twenties.
Her breasts were natural, and that excited him. Pulling the bodice down, he was rewarded for his efforts with a warm palmful of soft flesh. He took a pink nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue over the nub.
He needed her and he needed her now.
Tom flipped her onto her back, and he hovered above her, drinking in the sight for a moment longer. Gripping the fabric of the dress, he carelessly yanked at it as he stood up, pulling it harshly down her body.
The dress caught on her hips. Tom hadn’t ripped it far enough down for it to slip past her waist. Tom didn’t know if the dress was designed to go on from above or if the maze of fastenings simply extended far below where he had torn, but he didn’t care.
Leaning down, he placed soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach as he grabbed fistfuls of the dress again. With a great effort, he ripped the dress further down. As soon as he had the slack to do so, he pulled the dress down her body and threw it on the ground behind him, just where he wanted to see it most.
Her panties were plain, simple and not what one would expect to find under a wedding dress. They hadn’t stopped long enough to worry about shopping for such things. That was alright, he had a lifetime to see her in lingerie.
Standing over her, he worked his shirt buttons free after yanking his tie down until it was hanging loose, nearly undone, around his neck. Sprawled out before him, naked breasts on full display for his hungry eyes, she was a vision.
He enjoyed the view. There were little scars and marks on her body showing a life well lived. She had marks where her body and grown quickly at one point. Her belly curved and swelled ever so slightly, soft and inviting to the touch.
Growing impatient, she leaned up and eagerly assisted with the buttons on his shirt. The way her breasts moved with her body was mesmerizing, distracting to him as his fingers fumbled and stilled with his brain.
His fingers yearned to touch them instead of the buttons of his shirt. He all but ripped the shirt off as soon as it was sagging around his body, eager to feel her flesh against his. She pushed the fabric down his shoulders. He leaned back, pulling his arms free and tossing the fabric to the side.
Tom folded over her as she ran her fingers up his chest, taking in the feeling of his muscles as they moved. His head swam as he took her nipple into his mouth again. Tugging, pulling and licking, he teased delicate moans from her throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he kissed his way up to her neck.
Her back arched under him as he ran his fingers up and down her sides. Each breath she took caused her nipples to brush against his chest.
“I want you.” She pleaded as she blindly worked his buckle open. “Please.”
She was like an animal pawing to get to some vital resource. It took far longer than she wanted to get the belt free. Tom grew impatient and uncomfortable with waiting and yanked it free himself, whipping it from the loops.
As he tossed it behind him, she palmed him through his pants. She moaned at the feeling and it would be a lie to say he didn’t take satisfaction in that. He wasn’t a poorly endowed man by any means; he knew that, but having a woman moan at the feel alone was a great complement.
“Please.” Oh, he enjoyed hearing her beg for him.
He also liked the feeling of her fingers wrapping around him. He hadn’t noticed when she had gotten his trousers unbuttoned, let alone unzipped, but good god, her fingers felt good wrapped around his shaft.
“Let me get these off.” His voice was thick with desire.
Tom stood, shucking his trowsers off his legs, doing his best not to fall over in the process as the ground felt like it shifted under him. A champagne bottle sat in a partially melted bucket of ice on the dresser. Grabbing it, he popped the top with an experienced hand and scooped up the two long-stemmed glasses next to it as she waited, nearly naked for her husband to rejoin her.
The hotel had provided the bottle as a gift for their marriage, likely arranged as soon as they booked the wedding chapel. Tom poured the glasses and set the bottle back down, nearly missing the dresser.
She had sat up while she waited for him. There was a blush on her cheeks as she greedily took in his naked form. That was a view he promised himself he would never forget, regardless of how drunk he was.
Tom downed his glass shamelessly after handing her the other. He didn’t give her a chance to finish her glass as he crashed his lips into hers. She kissed him fiercely back, not sparing a thought to the liquid in her glass or how it spilled on her and the bed.
Tom had her on her back and the glass was long forgotten. His hands were on her, taking in everything he could feel. It felt like he was everywhere;, he surrounded her. She was drowning in her need for him.
“Condom.” She struggled to have the breath to speak, trying to cling to some sort of sense through her need. “We need a condom.”
Tom groped in his nightstand for a condom, knocking things from the table. Focus was scarce as she caressed his member, hand working down his length and fingers caressing the tip, smearing pre-cum around with her thumb. He knew he had a condom in the nightstand drawer somewhere. He had them just in case, though he hadn’t planned on needing them.
“Found it.” He was reckless as he ripped it open.
She took it from him and rolled the thin plastic sleeve down his shaft slowly. They needed to hurry;, he wasn’t in a position to take his time. Stamina was never something he had really needed to worry about before, but with how drunk he was, he knew his ability to perform could die at any moment.
Tom rolled over onto her swiftly, kissing her as if she had the secrets of the world hidden in her mouth. Reaching down between them, he ran his fingers up and down her slit.
She was soaking wet and ready for him. That was good, he didn’t have much reason to wait than.
“My darling Sunflower, are you ready for me?”
“Please,” she begged, pulling him into her.
She kissed him as soon as she could reach his lips as they laid back. His large hands caressed her thighs as he positioned himself between them, kneeling on the bed. His head slipped through her slit as they kissed and then, with little thought beyond need, he sank inside slowly.
She accepted him into her greedily. His size was more than she was used to, but she wanted him all. She wasn’t an untouched flower by any means, but the fit made her feel virginal as he filled her slowly, sinking in inch by inch.
She moaned as he sank deeper into her; the feeling seeming to go on forever. The sound was cut off with his lips on hers. She had no choice but to swallow his moan along with her own as their tongues danced.
He only paused for a moment as he adjusted his position above her. Then he was thrusting. Slow and deep, the speed built with each thrust. Her legs hooked around his thighs as she tried to pull him closer, wanting to surround herself with him as she surrounded him.
The sounds of her moans as he moved were sweeter than any wine he had ever drank. She was surrounded by him and him, by her, the feeling intoxicating. The scent of her shampoo was thick as he rested his head against her shoulder for a moment, feeling her hair tickle his face.
He was panting as he focused on staying upright as he rocked into her. This wouldn’t be his best performance, he knew that, but he hoped it would be good enough for her. Later, he would make it up to her. Now he was chasing his need and just hoping he hit the right spots along the way.
He peppered her shoulder with wet kisses as he reached down to hook her leg with his arm, pulling it higher and changing the angle of her pelvis.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as a deeper moan poured from her throat. Whatever he did, it was good for them both.
They moved together at an ever-increasing pace, chasing the release they both so desperately needed. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room. The bed springs sang a song of primal lust for anyone in the rooms next to their’s to hear.
He didn’t care. He didn’t care if someone knew who was in this room or that it was him. He didn’t care if someone recorded the sounds of their lust and spread it around the internet. He was just a man with his wife, sealing the marriage.
Tom’s fingers bunched into a fist, catching her hand along with the blanket in the process.
Close. He was so close now. He could only hope that she was there with him as she gasped in pleasure, arching against him.
She was his. His wife. His new life. His new everything.
She was his.
Finally, he had someone. Finally, he was enough for someone.
Finally.
She was breathing him in. He was everywhere. He surrounded her, arms on either side of her. She was wrapped around him, her leg clinging to his hips. He supported her, arm holding one thigh up and open. He was inside her, being welcomed into her most inner core and yet she still wanted more. His hand held hers, grounding her.
Through half-lidded eyes, she struggled to focus on anything. The room spun thanks in part to the vast amount she had drank. Her brain felt like it was resting on a cloud, being pushed and pulled with every thrust into her.
He was in the very air she breathed. He was everywhere and everything.
The soft panting moans falling from his parted lips were the most erotic sound she had heard in a very long time. They sent excitement through her veins.
“More,” She whispered, wrapping her arm around him.
Her fingers ran through the short curls on the back of his head, nails lightly scratching his scalp. Arching into him, she ran her hands along his sides and back as he hit the spot she needed.
“More,” she begged even as the orgasm ran through her, weakened by how drunk she was, but sweet just the same.
He clung to her, spilling his seed into the condom, panting as aftershocks rocked through him. Her lips found his neck as she caressed his back without a care for the sheen of sweat on his skin. With limbs that felt weighted down by lead, he rolled off of her.
She curled into his side. That had to be a good sign. God, he hoped it had been as good for her as it had been for him.
“That’s just the first time.” He said, catching his breath.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” She asked, nuzzled into his arm. It was clear she was very relaxed, perhaps even beginning to doze off. He hoped that was a sign of her post orgasmic bliss, a sign that he had delivered for her more than just his own release.
“I do,” Tom mused. “That’s how I knew I wanted to marry you. Do you?”
“Yeah,” The words were mumbled.
Tom looked down at her. His wife. Her eyes were hardly more than slits, and sleep was quickly claiming her. She was beautiful. There was a softness to every curve of her. Her hair was wild from their lovemaking and his hands.
The imperfections on her body made her more real under his fingertips as he caressed her naked skin.
“Do you want some water, dear?” Tom asked, only getting a mumbled response that may have been a word.
The world shifted and spun under his feet as he stood up. Bracing himself against the furniture, he made his way to the trashcan to discard the condom. From the sink, he downed three glasses of tap water and a few pain pills he found in a packet by the sink, cringing slightly at the taste of the hotel’s tap water and the way it made his stomach roll.
Navigating back to the bed with what had started as a full glass, he left a trail of splashes behind him. His hand and leg was wet with spilled water as he brought the rest to her.
His wife.
“Here,” He held the water out to her but she didn’t move. “Asleep already?”
Setting the glass on the tabletop, he stood there and admired her. Long legs were tucked up slightly toward her chest, highlighting the curve of her ass. Soft was the best way he could think of to describe her. She was nothing but soft, sweeping curves.
Tom wanted to sleep. The alcohol weighed on his brain, lulling him. He needed to sleep. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish as he pulled the banket down on one side of the bed. It was a struggle between the heavy limbs, fuzzy fingers and the hotel staff having tucked the bedding under the mattress, but eventually he got it free.
Lifting her from the bed, he smiled at the feeling of having her naked body in his arms against his naked chest. This was his first night as a husband. He had a wife to hold and damned if he didn’t enjoy it.
It took a few tries before he could tuck her feet under the bedding he hadn’t been able to free. She had hardly stirred during the process, drunken sleep having claimed her firmly. Then he nestled her down on the mattress. She tucked her arms against her chest in her sleep and he admired the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist.
He wanted her again. He wanted to bury himself deep in her. He longed to be surrounded by her again, seeking the pleasure only a woman could give him.
He also longed for sleep.
Tom suspected even if she was awake, his ability to perform a second round was significantly compromised at best. It was better to sleep. He could take her again in the morning.
She was his wife now. They could indulge in eachother as often as they wanted. He had a partner to love for the rest of his life. He had a partner to love him for the rest of his life.
He didn’t want to give up the view of her naked body, but he did, reluctantly. While he made his way around the bed, he stumbled over his heavy feet. Sleep was defiantly a need.
Tom grabbed the champagne bottle off the tabletop and took a long pull from it as he stood naked in the dim room. He did it, he thought. This was the beginning of his life as a married man.
He stumbled into the bed and wiggled his way under the blankets. The swimming in his head became much worse as soon as he laid down. It took everything in him to slap off the lamp. Tom turned into her and snaked his arm around her naked waist.
Holding her against his body, he was asleep nearly instantly, holding his most prized achievement in his arms.
For better or worse, in sickness and in health, they had said “I Do.” Those two words echoed around his mind as he was lulled to sleep by his wife’s steady breathing and the warmth of her naked body against his.
“I do.” he whispered into the darkness as sleep claimed him. “I do.”
20s, she/her, writing about my fictional husband <3
I would love to receive requests/suggestions of themes (for headcanons), so feel free to do so. I haven't written it yet, but sometimes I reblog 18+ content, minors beware. Next are the things I've posted so far; ♡ for favorites.
— Cuddling with Loki would include...
— Being in a relationship with Loki would include… ♡
— I Won't Say (I'm In Love); Loki × reader headcanons. ♡
— You Make Sense to Me; Loki × autistic!reader headcanons.
Can you please do an imagine where the reader is Loki's wife and a guard flirts with her, and Loki gets protective and jealous and shows the reader who she belongs to?
Marriage Ties
The day was a call for celebration, while it was for the recent victory for Asgard there was a hidden celebration for you and Loki. It had been a year since the wedding of a lifetime. The vibrant drinks and food made you smile as Loki was across the hall speaking to Odin and Thor about the battle. You smiled to yourself as you sipped the fragrant wine as your eyes caught his like a spell.
"Y/n?" Sif said as you brought your attention back to her.
"Forgive me. You were saying?"
"Oh you both are impossible sometimes. I'm surprised Thor hasn't let the cat out of the bag about it."
"We didn't want to bring too much attention to it. After all, its more fun to celebrate it in private."
"Ugh...please don't go into detail." she smirked as she looked at the now empty tankard in her hand. She motioned that she would be back as she looked for one of the servants.
You couldn't help but laugh at the rambunctiousness of the room. Many soldiers were cracking open barrels of ale while some were already drunk under the table. You finished off the last of the wine to suddenly see one of the guards of the palace walk up to you. The heavy smell of alcohol covered him head to toe. Clearly too drunk for his own good.
"Ah my good lady. You are even more fare than Freya and Sif combined. Would...hic.. would you..."
You brought a hand up to the guard. Stopping him from prattling on before he went too far.
"Good sir, I believe your mind is running far in drink. One. I am married to Loki. Two, your far too bold for your own good. If you would please leave me to my own. i would be grateful." you were walking past the guard before you felt a yank on your arm. The guard had grabbed your wrist.
"Oh come on love...No lord like Loki would know how to please a woman like you. Give me a chance and you will change your mind."
You were about to speak before an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you behind their frame. Loki stood in defiance of the guard as another hand was brought up to the guards neck with a knife in hand seated in the crook of the armour.
"Oh my I do believe I misheard you. Care to repeat what you said to my darling wife for me. Then again if you speak my knife may just go a bit to close...for your comfort." The knife was moved just a tad closer as you looked up at Loki seeing his eyes were seething with anger.
The guard stumbled back a bit but feeling the knife inch closer made Loki tsk at the poor sod.
"Ah ah ah. You may not leave until you apologize to me and my wife for your boarish behavior."
The guard looked at you and Loki and started to shake a bit from the glare the god gave him.
"I apologize to my prince, my lady....please."
"That's better." Loki said making the blade disappear with a flick of the wrist causing the guard to grab at his neck in worry as he walked away.
You looked around to see the incident caused a little bit of a stir but with the sudden crack of a barrel against the tables with mead pouring out, soon the celebratory actions resumed.
Before you could say anything you suddenly felt a whisp of magic engulf you and particles of gold and green surrounded you for a moment. You looked away to see Loki had teleported you both outside on the balcony where all the guests would not dare interrupt. Loki walked over to the balcony placing his drink down sighing to himself as he looked lost in his own world.
"That could have gone worse." You say standing beside him finishing the last of your own drink.
"or better in any case. Perhaps I should have turned him into a snake. No....no probably a mouse. Easier to hunt."
You brought a gentle hand to his shoulder feeling the turmoil in his mind.
"My love, will you look at me."
He took a breath as he turned his gaze to you. The look in his eyes, a recognizable pain. Many of the guards as many other Asgardians feared him for his gifts. Some believed he was too sly for his own good.
"Do you remember the day of our wedding. How many looked upon you like you cast a spell on me for my hand."
All Loki could do was nod and his head hung as the memory of leering eyes and hushed whispers throughout the hall echoed.
"Well they were right in a way..." You brought a gentle hand to his face raising his look up to you.
"The moment I saw you...the spell was cast from my heart." You say with a smile.
He smirked as he straightened his stance wrapping an arm around your waist.
"If I recall correctly, you snared mine the moment you talked to me."
"Can you blame me?" you said bringing a hand to his looking out at the vastness of universe, the stars glowed like fireflies the sounds of the whole world faded away for a moment. In that moment it was just the two of you enjoying the company of each other.
He turned to you, a familiar, mischievous smirk playing on his lips, and extended a hand.
“Care for a dance, dear wife?” he purred, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.
You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and as he pulled you closer, a faint shimmer, like heat haze, began to ripple at the edges of your vision.
The glittering lights of Asgard blurred, the distant music faded, and the solid stone beneath your feet softened, giving way to something yielding and fragrant.
When the world solidified again, you were no longer on the balcony of the royal palace. Instead, you stood in a hidden glen, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent flora and the gentle murmur of a hidden waterfall. The air was sweet with the scent of unfamiliar blossoms, and the canopy of ancient trees above you was so dense, it felt as though you were truly alone in the universe.
Loki’s smirk deepened, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “Far more private than a balcony with leering eyes, wouldn’t you agree?” he whispered, his grip still firm on your hand.
“A little trick I picked up. This glen… it’s one of my few secrets.”
You gazed around, utterly captivated. The air here was alive, not just with the scent of blossoms, but with a vibrant, almost tangible energy. Tiny, iridescent lights drifted through the air, and the bioluminescent plants pulsed with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, painting the moss and leaves in shades of emerald and sapphire. The waterfall, previously a gentle murmur, now sounded like a soft, melodic sigh, the waters shimmering like shattered crystals.
“It’s… incredible, Loki,” you breathed, turning to him, your eyes wide with wonder. “How… how did you do this?”
He gave a low chuckle sounding pleased.
“A touch of illusion, a dash of spatial manipulation, and a great deal of practice. Asgard is full of hidden corners, if one knows where to look, and how to make them truly hidden.”
He gestured with his free hand, and a small, perfectly formed stone bench, covered in soft, glowing moss, materialized beside the waterfall.
“Come. The party can wait. Here, we can truly speak, or simply exist, without the clamor of the masses.”
He led you to the bench, releasing your hand only when you were seated. The moss was surprisingly warm beneath you, and the gentle spray from the waterfall was cool on your skin. Loki settled beside you, his gaze sweeping over the glen, a rare, unguarded contentment softening his features. For a moment, the trickster god seemed to melt away, replaced by something quieter, more profound. The silence that fell between you was not awkward, but filled with the soft hum of the glen, a shared secret in a world of grandeur.
You leaned back slightly, allowing the magic of the place to wash over you. The air felt cleaner, sharper, yet incredibly soothing. You found yourself simply watching him, this complex being who had whisked you away to this intimate, impossible sanctuary. He seemed to sense your gaze, his eyes flicking to yours, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Do you find it… to your liking?” he asked, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.
“More than words can say,” you confessed, a genuine warmth spreading through you.
“It’s beautiful, Loki. Truly. And thank you for sharing it.”
He merely nodded, but the way his shoulders relaxed, the subtle shift in his posture, told you your words had pleased him more than any grand compliment. You simply sat, bathed in the soft glow, the sounds of the glen a lullaby, and the company of the God of Mischief a surprising, perfect comfort.
The gentle hum of the glen, combined with the profound peace of Loki’s presence, began to lull you. Your eyelids grew heavy, the vibrant lights of the flora blurring into soft streaks. You fought it for a moment, not wanting to miss a single second of this magical experience, but the tranquility was too potent. Your head drooped slightly onto his shoulder, and you felt yourself drifting, the last conscious thought being the quiet contentment of being truly safe, truly at peace, beside him.
When you stirred next, it wasn't on the hard stone bench. You were lying on something incredibly soft, yet firm, enveloped in what felt like the finest silk. A delicate, sweet scent, different from the glen's usual aroma, filled your nostrils.
You blinked, opening your eyes to see the same glowing flora, the same shimmering waterfall, but now, directly under you, was a magnificent bed. It appeared to have sprung from the very earth, its frame crafted from smooth, dark wood that seemed to grow from the moss, adorned with intricate, glowing carvings. The mattress was plump, covered in sheets of deep emerald and sapphire, and a plush, fur-lined blanket was drawn up to your chin.
Loki was lying beside you in the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that familiar, knowing smirk. The soft glow of the glen played across his features, highlighting the sharp planes of his face.
“Sleep well, my love?”
He inquired, his voice a low, amused murmur. He shifted slightly, a subtle invitation in the movement, and the warmth of his presence beside you was a comforting anchor as you snuggled into his embrace.
Both of you shifted, nestling deeper into the soft bedding, and instinctively, you turned towards him. Loki’s smirk softened, and he lowered his head, resting it gently against the pillow beside yours. His free arm curled around you, a light, protective weight across your waist, drawing you closer until you were pressed against his chest.
The fur-lined blanket was pulled higher, cocooning you both in warmth. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your hand, a comforting rhythm that mingled with the gentle sounds of the glen. You sighed contentedly, allowing yourself to relax fully into his embrace, the last vestiges of the world outside this magical sanctuary fading away. For the first time in a long time, you felt utterly, completely at home.
If you like an Infinity War fix-it where Loki is desperate to save his brother, this is for you!
(Authors will be revealed later this week, so I don't yet know who to direct my thanks to. My fic is also up there somewhere if you want to try and guess which one lol.)
One of the two assembled critical sections of NASA’s Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope in the cleanroom at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. This assembly consists of Roman’s optics, primary science instruments, and spacecraft bus.
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I, too, did a pollen story! That’s it. That’s the plot! 😆Except that it’s not exactly pollen but something else but ultimately strange flowers are at play. Well, simply put, it’s sm.u.t with a plot.
Warnings: Sm.u.tttttttttttt
Read time: ~32 mins
Enjoy half an hour of pure se.xua.l pleasure with the god of mischief!! 😉😏🫠
MINORS: Don’t you dare peek!! 🤨
“Careful now!” She warned Loki in a low but stern voice. “The last time Banner went on an expedition like this, he accidentally smelled a flower and…”
“And what?” Loki would never admit but he was half scared of even hearing the consequences.
“Well, … let’s just say that Nat and he didn’t get out of the room for three days straight!” She concluded with a chuckle.
Loki’s brows almost touched his hairline at the realisation. A part of him - the wild spirited part - immediately conjured up a forbidden image of himself tangled in sheets with his current mission partner. An image that had often haunted him in the darkness of the nights when his heart was restless or when his body yearned for her. This mischievous side now secretly wished to find an aphrodisiac that would put them in a similar situation.
But the logical side of him was scared to death. He knew that it would not be wise to be trapped in such a situation, not with the woman who trusted him with her life, the woman who addressed him as her BFF - a sweet but woefully distasteful Midgardian vocable, as he liked to put it.
A joke about Romanoff and Banner danced on the tip of his tongue but he dared not utter it lest it should come back and bite him in his royal arse.
Both of them were wearing safety suits, masks, safety goggles and gloves. So, there was almost zero chance of any contact with any toxic organism or pollen. But with ‘Mischief’ being his middle name, who knew what he might land up in!
He decided to divert the topic. “Why are we doing this again?”
“For the same reason we humans have been exploring Mars,” his mission partner answered without looking at him. “And because it’s better than running around and knocking people out or killing them,” she added with a smile. “Sometimes I get so tired of it!”
“Well,” Loki replied with a shrug, “that is the real fun!”
“Hmm,” the woman was deeply engaged in investigating a pale-looking, small blue flower that bloomed in bunches on a small plant.
“Found something interesting?” Loki waddled through the tall grass and weeds to where his partner was.
“Yeah, look at these…” Her attention was still robbed by the flowers. “I think I have seen them somewhere. They look very familiar. But…”
“They look harmless,” Loki extended a hand to examine a flower. The bottom of the pedicle was covered in what looked like tiny hairs that stuck to his glove. He tried to pull the flower off of him with his other hand but they just stuck to the other glove. No matter how hard he jerked his hand, the flower just would not come off.
Giving up with a sigh, he started to remove a glove.
“Don’t!” His teammate warned him once again.
“I am a god! These frail Midgardian things do not affect me.”
Before she could protest, he had already pinched the pedicle. What followed was a hiss, accompanied by a small jump, and a set of bleeding thumb and forefinger. What had appeared to be harmless hair on the stem, turned out to be a wrap of fine thorns.
“Damn!” Loki threw the flower to the ground.
“Damn you, you idiot!” His partner cursed him. “One day you’re going to get yourself killed because of your overconfidence!”
The said god shot her a deathly glare but it went totally ignored as she was busy squeezing the blood out of his wound.
“Do you feel anything pricking inside?” She asked. Concern veiled her face and wrapped itself around her throat.
It was her softness, her caring nature that always knocked the wind out of him. And it did so again. Loki whispered a soft ‘No’ as his eyes fixated on her countenance and her actions.
“Are you sure? Don’t hide your discomfort behind your ego.” A panicked (Y/N) pulled her mask down, and raised his fingers to her lips to gently suck the blood from the cuts one by one.
A shudder trembled down Loki’s body. Thankfully, she was too busy worrying about him to notice his wide eyes, dilated pupils and flushed face.
With a sudden jerk, Loki pulled his hand away from her. “I’m fine,” he huffed.
“Well, there is nothing to be disgusted about. The saliva kills any germs that might be lingering on your cut.” Though she narrowed her eyes in mock anger she certainly sounded hurt.
“I never said it was disgusting!” He protested.
“But your action said so!”
“I pulled away because-” How could Loki explain that he had to pull his hand away because her actions were doing unspeakable things to him!
With a frown, she silently waited for an explanation.
“Because I did not want you to accidentally swallow any poison or anything,” he concluded in a tone that was much softer than where he had left.
This time, it was her turn to feel butterflies in her stomach. Pushing all rosy thoughts down because c’mon!, the charming god of mischief could never like her back, she pulled her mask up along with her professional demeanour.
“Let’s finish this before you get yourself into more trouble,” she mumbled, and continued down the trail that they had taken before the blue flowers so temptingly distracted them.
—-
Loki woke up in the middle of the night to find himself covered in sweat, with his heart beating thunderously. At first he feared that it might be the effects of the flower that had pierced its thorns in him not many hours ago. But as the fog of sleep gradually evaporated, the reason became embarrassingly clear to him.
It was not any fever or infection that woke him up. The indecent scene that had popped up in his mind during the expedition, regarding his teammate, had morphed itself into a vivid dream, and had engulfed all his senses.
They were in the midst of a meadow. And while he knew that they should have been busy examining flowers, they were far, far from it. Pale blue flowers surrounded them, as if witnessing and spurring them on. And them?
Well, Loki was lying on the moist grass, the soft sun caressing the pale, sweat-glistened skin of his naked back. His mouth was busy sucking the slender neck of his teammate who was writhing beneath him in a stark state of nature, while his hands pinned her arms down to the ground.
Her bare legs had wrapped themselves around his own as he kept on rubbing himself against her plush wet folds, trying to find his release and hers. Their moans echoed in the trees encircling the meadow. The sky watched as he flipped them over. The wind tickled their aroused skins as she sat atop him like a queen perched atop her throne, and looked into his eyes like a huntress staring down at her prey. Loki’s throat went dry when she brought his hands up to her breasts. And when she started moving her hips - oh, the way she moved, like a dancer with a murderous intent - the grunt that left the sorcerer’s throat told the entire world of his pleasures…
These kinds of dreams about her weren't new to him, true, but this one was so detailed and realistic that he still could not wrap his head around what he saw. He had no idea his mind had the capability of conjuring up such a thing.
After helping himself to some water and breathing deeply to calm his nerves, the sorcerer laid down to try and get some sleep. But glimpses from his recent virtual activity kept flashing before him until he could fall asleep again, and then taunted him a little more after that, too.
—-
The next morning, after the entire team had almost finished their breakfast, (Y/N) pulled Wanda to a corner.
Hesitation was etched on her face as she fidgeted with the edges of her phone and looked around nervously.
After a little nudge of encouragement from the redhead, she finally asked but with a shaky voice, "Have you…have you ever had…uhm…dirt- uhm… indecent dreams about your…your coworker?"
Wanda's eyes widened at the question and a slender hand flew to her mouth to cover the prominent O and the giggle that was about to follow.
"Why, who did you dream about?"
Before the other person could answer, another woman slid into the conversation.
"Loki," Natasha confidently threw her answer to the duo.
"Shhh! Shh!" A panicked (Y/N) tried to keep things down.
Wanda's eyes became wider, if that was even possible. "And how do you know?"
"She has been fumbling and stammering around him since this morning. At first I thought it was her usual crush thing but heightened. But then I heard this question, and everything just…clicked!" She snapped her fingers and winked.
“I don’t have a crush on him!” (Y/N) protested in a hushed voice.
“You do!”
“You do!”
Both her friends opposed simultaneously.
Defeated, she hid her face in her hands, and mumbled almost incoherently, “Am I that obvious?”
“Well,” Natasha began, “your state of heart is as clear as a dazzling day to everyone in the compound.”
(Y/N) groaned.
“But not to Loki,” the spy added.
This made the former peek through her fingers.
“Yeah,” Wanda chimed in, “he’s a bit thick in the matters of the heart.”
“So, you’re saying he doesn’t know yet?” (Y/N) sat up straight.
Seeing her spirits, Romanoff rolled her eyes while a little red glow sizzled on Wanda’s fingertips. “Well, I can change that,” she lifted her hand and swirled her fingers.
“Or maybe,” Natasha joined, “I can go up to him and tell him everything to his face.”
“No!”
“Then tell him yourself.”
“No!”
“Coward!”
“M not!”
“Whatever! Just tell us about this “indecent” dream you saw, and we'll try not to pester you,” Nat tried a bargain.
"And that's why I did not want to tell you!" (Y/N) whisper-shouted.
“All the details, please!” Wanda’s face broke into a wide grin.
—
It took her more than just words to shake her friends off. They were having more fun watching her drown in sheer embarrassment than they were interested in listening to her story. In the end, however, she succeeded in keeping her secret to herself.
Grinning to herself, she was walking back to her room when she almost collided with someone. She did not need to look up to see who the tall person was. His scent engulfed her. As soon as it hit her nostrils, the air around her seemed to change into a feverish smoke.
“Sorry!” A sheepish smile was all that she could afford.
“It is alright. I was not looking either,” the (in)famous SilverTongue stammered through his words.
One look at her brought back all the scenes from his latest dream in technicolour, and he had to cough the awkwardness down his throat. It was only after his discomfort subsided that he noticed the red cheeks and ears of the other person.
“Are you feeling unwell?” His eyebrows knit together.
“What?”
“You look…flushed!...Do you have a fever?” Loki placed the back of his hand to her forehead.
Only the heavens knew the strength it took her to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her! Closing her eyes, she bit her lips to forbid any sound from escaping her.
Little did she know that this struggle of hers was making things difficult for the person in front of her. Loki removed his hand quicker than he had planned.
“You should… you should get yourself checked,” he advised. “Who knows what bug you might have caught yesterday.”
“I’m fine, really,” she cleared her throat. “Just… could not sleep well. I think I shall take a nap. Should be feeling fine by evening!”
Loki hummed in agreement.
“Are you well?” She asked after some hesitation.
“Yes! Why do you ask?”
“Well, you look… how do I put it? It’s as if some thought has been consuming you. You’re not your usual confident, mischievous self today. You okay?”
The trickster was surprised at how well she could read him. Almost choking with joy, he nodded, “I am fine. There is something going on in my head, yes. But it is nothing to worry about.”
“Good. Well then, I shall go get some rest.”
With a smile, they went their separate ways, each grinning like an idiot and praying that the other person does not know about it.
—-
Y/N was sitting by the window, reading a book when the knock on her door startled her. Keeping the book on the nearest table, she almost jogged towards the door to open it. On the other side stood her favourite teammate - the raven-haired god from outer space.
“Wanda told me everything,” he declared in a deep baritone. “Romanoff told me about the dreams you are having. Tell me,” he took two steps inside, making a stunned Y/N walk backwards, “do you dream about me often? Hmm? This innocent face of yours… these naive-looking eyes of yours… Oh! And all the dirty thoughts they carry! Tell me, pet, do you often fantasise filthy things about me?”
He had already won the game when he started speaking in that rich voice. And when he called her “pet”, she could not help but clench her muscles and rub her thighs together.
Loki did not fail to notice that. When she did not respond but simply stared at him open-mouthed, he slowly nudged her chin to close her mouth, only to tantalisingly swipe his thumb across her bottom lip.
“Do you?” This time, his question was breathed upon her mouth.
“No!” She managed to croak.
Loki narrowed his eyes towards her, as though disbelieving her. It worked, for the truth spurted out of her in the form of a whimper.
“Yes.”
“Yes?* He asked again like a big cat playing its last game with its prey.
“Yes!” She breathed.
“Oh my poor little darling!” Loki purred. “You should have told me sooner. I would have loved to end your misery!”
With these words, he bent down to suck the side of her neck and mark her. When he released the bruised skin, his lips followed the trail of her jawline until they reached her chin. Taking it gently between his teeth for a while, he licked a long stripe from the hollow of her neck up to her panting lips.
“Do you touch yourself when you think of me?” His hot breath on her earlobes seemed to take the life out of her.
She did not want to reveal her secrets before him and yet her hazy mind kept betraying her.
“Yes!” She confessed.
“Mmh! Had thought so!” He growled. “Show me!”
“I-I… no… No, I can't!” Her face went beet red.
“Well then… I shall find out for myself. Do you touch yourself here?”
His long fingers found their way beneath the hem of her shorts to her inner thighs. There, they brushed the skin very lightly, stoking the fire within her core.
“Or is it here?” His fingers trailed upwards.
“Here?” His slender, sinful fingers skimmed the surface of her bare mound while carefully avoiding the very spot that had her squirming.
“Loki!!” Her whimper was met with a triumphant smirk.
“What? I am only trying to find out where you touch yourself. Am I not on the right path?”
“Please!!” Damn! She was begging, against all the protests of her now-moderately sane mind.
“‘Please’ what, pet?” His lips were brushing the shell of her ear. “Tell me what you want from me. I am a benevolent god. I shall not deny you of your pleas. Not when you squirm and beg like that!”
Her tongue tried to hold itself but her body was on fire. It was only by giving in that she could find release from this torment.
She screwed her eyes shut. “Please touch me, Loki!”
“Well, I am touching you.” Loki continued his sweet, smooth torture. “Is there anywhere specific that you want me to touch, darling?”
Damn this god of being an asshole!!!
This time she looked up in his eyes, and spoke with a lewd confidence, “Touch my cunt, Loki. Make me cum.”
The growl that escaped him was enough to take her to the peak. As nimble fingers entered her, the god’s eye became hooded and his mouth parted, releasing a sigh that landed on her mouth, only to be chased by his hungry lips on them.
They buried their moans in the other's mouth. When Loki pushed her against the nearest wall, she tried to pull him closer. But Loki freed himself out of her hold. Worried, she opened her eyes to find the god slowly kneeling before her. Staring deep into her eyes, he pulled her shorts down with him. And when his knees landed on the floor, so did her shorts.
Sitting face-to-face with her dripping folds, he gently stroked his fingers along the length of her left thigh, all the way down to her calf. Slowly, he picked the leg up, and put it on his shoulder. Licking his lips in the most sultry way she could have imagined, he buried his face between her legs.
The delightful scream that forced itself out her throat was probably heard by all inmates of the compound. But that did not stop Loki from exploring every corner of his delicious treasure.
A loud knock on her door made her spring out of the moment.
“Maybe they did hear my scream,” she thought “Shit! But wait…what…the fuck?”
Loki was nowhere around. She was lying on the bed, her side-pillow tucked in tight between her legs.
So, was that all…another dream?
The knock on the door had now transformed into banging.
“Are you alright in there?” It was Steve’s voice. “Why did you scream?”
So, I had actually screamed while dreaming?? Shit! Fucking shit!!
“(Y/N), I’m going to come inside.” Steve was absolutely worried!
No no no!! He cannot see me in this mess! I shan’t be able to face anyone again!
“I’m fine, Steve!” She shouted back. “I…uh…I thought I saw a spider, and I screamed. It was only a small bug.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Absolutely fine! Just got a silly little scare.” She forced a laugh.
“Fine then. I’m gonna…go” Steve sighed in relief although his words sounded hesitant.
“Yup! See you later!”
When she was sure she heard the captain walk away, she let out a long breath.
“Fuck! What the hell is happening? Why do I-”
Realisation hit her like a brick. It had all begun after their return from the plant-hunt.
“Those blue flowers…d-did they really affect me? … Did they affect Loki? He was the one who was actually pricked!” The scenes from that fateful day kept unfolding in her mind. “Damn! Is that why he has been behaving awkwardly? ... But wait, if this flower is indeed an aphrodisiac, why am I having troubles only around Loki? Is it because I like him or…is it because we were both affected by the same flower? Fuck! I must find out.”
—-
At dinner, (Y/N) observed Loki closely. Well, she had always “observed” him rather closely but this time it was more like analysing a target. She realised that he was fine with the rest of the team - even with the other women - but when around her, he fidgeted a lot. Even his glances towards her were hesitant. And yes! He did avoid physical contact - even the slightest possible brush of their little fingers.
There was definitely something going on.
“Sam,” her sudden approach startled the soldier who was busy looking for dessert in the fridge. “Hold my hand.”
“What?”
“Hold my hand!”
“But why?” He looked at her as if she had grown two heads.
“Just … I need to test a theory.”
A smirk surfaced on his mouth. “I knew you’d warm up to me one day.”
But the glare that he received for an answer made him quickly take his words back. “Just kidding! You know that well, don’t you!”
Sam curled his fingers gently around her extended arm.
“What now?” He asked curiously.
Eyebrows knit together, her eyes darted across the tiled floor, trying hard to gauge her body’s reaction. Nothing; she felt nothing.
Pursing her lips, she hummed. “Well, thank you, Sam!” With a pat on his upper arm, she walked off, leaving the man a handful of questions in his mind.
So, her theory was correct: it was only Loki who was affecting her. And apparently, it was only her affecting the god. She had been training with others; she felt nothing. Loki had been training with everyone else with ease. But when they were paired together, the air that they breathed seemed to turn into an erotic enchantment. The discomfort was evident on both their faces. So much that neither could focus during the session, thus resulting in a quick end to their sparring.
Once everyone had started retiring for the day, she decided to put her plan into action. She had wanted to stay behind or follow Loki down whichever corridor or floor he took; whatever it took to find him alone and confront him.
It had almost worked. Almost. But with Steve in the middle of a serious conversation with her, all she could do was watch out of the corner of her eye as the trickster walked out of the sitting area. Now, had it been anybody else, she could have excused herself without a second thought; she would have amended for it later. But this man - the captain - held an entirely different zone of respect in her heart. Never in her life could she interrupt him.
Luckily for her, the conversation ended soon enough - just in time for her to jog down the corridor where Loki resided but only to catch a glimpse of him as he disappeared into his room.
Damn!
But she had enough! She must know!
Cursing under her breath, she marched determinedly up to his doorstep.
But that was it.
That was where her confidence melted into a puddle. This was not any man that she had to talk to. This wasn’t Bruce or Tony with whom she could discuss the most embarrassing subject and yet turn everything into logic and science. No! This was the biggest crush of her life, staggering on the verge of becoming - perhaps - the love of her life! And she was going to ask him if he has been having filthy dreams about her just as she has been having about him! Could it be any more complicated!!
Fiddling with her fingers, she stood for a while in front of the closed door, replaying the plan over and over again in her head.
Okay. This is it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask him, and I’m going to solve this mystery once and for-
The door swung open before she could even tap on it! Loki stood at the other end with his brows scrunched up.
Her first instinct was to run. But she stood her ground. Afterall, she had some self-respect, right?
“You have been standing there for quite some time now,” Loki stated but it sounded more like a question.
“Well, I… I was…just passing by.” That weird, sheepish smile appeared on her face again.
Loki sighed. “First, they call me the God of Lies for a reason. And second, your feet are eclipsing the light from the corridor thus making them clearly visible under the door.”
Hanging her head low, she let out a long sigh. “You got me!”
If only she had seen the smile that broke out on Loki’s divine countenance. Or maybe it was good that she had not, for it might have increased her desires even more. They had already started weaving themselves in every cell of her body as soon as her eyes had landed on the god.
“Now, will you tell me what is going on or should I read your mind?” Loki urged.
She was surprised by his confidence! He sounded nothing like the person who had returned with her from the expedition.
Has the affects of the flower worn off of him?
“Loki, I need your help!” She tried to hold his hand in desperation, only to find her own pass through thin air with a green glimmer.
Her plan was to check Loki’s pulse in the guise of holding his hand for help. Had his heart rate been abnormally high, she would have asserted her doubts, and would have straightforwardly asked him if he had been having weird dreams.
What she never expected was to be met with an illusion. The Loki at the door now frowned in worry as she looked up at him in confusion.
Why would Loki create an illusion for talking to me? Why- Wait…
As she walked right through the facade, she saw it all evaporating, eventually revealing the real Loki who was standing near his writing desk. Distress was clearly written on his face. He looked so helpless that all plans and plots vanished from her mind. Her answer was right in front of her. She did not need to play games now.
“You should not be here.” There was an earnest plea in his eyes. “Please, leave!”
The sight of Loki leaning against his writing desk - fingers clenched on the wood so hard that it looked like the desk was going to split in two, face partially covered by hair that was dishevelled from running his hands through it, partially unbuttoned shirt, half-opened mouth and glazed eyes - made her visibly shudder from the electricity coursing through her veins. But that did not keep his desperate words - words which were more like a warning - from reaching her senses. It turned her on and yet worried her.
“Loki, you do not look good. You-you look like you’re in…pain!”
“I told you…” the god’s voice was more strained than before, “you…should not…be here!”
She took two careful steps forward. To avoid anybody else from accidentally walking in, she had softly closed the door behind her. They needed to sort this out between themselves first.
“Loki,” she called soothingly, “if this is about the flower, … you can tell me. … If it helps to know, I…I was…I am…affected by it, too!
The Asgardian’s eyes widened. He swiftly advanced towards her - well, almost did - but quickly retreated back to his safe circle.
“So, you must be-”
“In pain?” She did not let Loki finish his sentence. “Yes! Very much!”
“And,” he continued, “have you done anything to…get rid of it? Or-or soothe it?”
She shook her head slightly. “No.”
A nod, slight for most people to notice, accompanied a whisper of a breath released by Loki.
“And … you are dreaming of…?”
For a short while his question floated between them, searching for an answer. She looked deep into his eyes. Pleadingly. Hoping that he would understand what her tongue was too ashamed to confess.
He probably did. He looked like he did. But he needed assurance, for it seemed too far-fetched for even him to believe that his fantasies could come true in such a miraculous way! He could not be so lucky, could he?
When Loki did not say anything, she decided to say it aloud, all shame be stripped aside.
“You!” She declared. “It is you that I dream of, Loki!”
It took him all his godly strength to hold himself back. But he knew that his resistance was thinning out. The enhanced effects of the flower, her presence in the closed space, and now her confession - everything was making things all the more difficult for him.
“I’m burning for you, Loki!”
And indeed she was! All the things that were triggering the powerful god were affecting this human as well.
Loki inhaled deeply, only to be engulfed in her scent even more.
“I am sorry!” Her lips trembled. Her eyes betrayed her resilience with the first wave of tears. “I know this is all very embarrassing for you. I … I swear, Loki, I never wanted it to be this way! I-”
“I never wanted it to be this way either,” Loki’s words crushed her. Of course, he would never want anything to do with her, not even what could have been a shadow of a romance!
“I had wanted this to be very special,” he continued. “I had wanted to do it right. To court you first, to woo you, to steal a kiss or two from you, and then … and then make you mine.”
His voice was strained, just like before. But his eyes were feral now.
Damn, they scorched her! Loki’s words were killing her!! But her lust-driven-yet-dejected mind could not wrap itself around them. None of it made sense. Why would Loki want to court her, kiss her … “make her his” … ? Unless …
Oh!
The realisation left her shocked and elated at the same time. But she needed enough proof to believe it.
“Are you- What are you saying? Why would you- Loki, I think this is not you but the effect of the flower speaking.”
The god laughed. “‘Effect of the flower’? Darling, I have been having all kinds of thoughts about you for years now! Thoughts that would warm your chest with love. Thoughts that would make you blush crimson! … That wretched flower has only heightened it all And made it unbearable!!”
It was all too much to take in. Her state of disarray - limp shoulders, wide eyes and a half-open mouth - told Loki that she had not yet grasped the entirety of the situation.
“Oh darling,” he spoke with hope in his eyes and joy on his lips, “you do not yet know what the flower was, do you?”
She shook her head in a daze.
“It is called ‘Midnight’s Bane’. Or ‘Boon’, as some like to call it. I found out about it in one of our old books from Asgard.” He took a few slow, deliberate steps towards her as he spoke. “It has some … medicinal uses. But it is famous as a catalyst for … midnight’s activities, if you know what I mean.” The smirk that he wore would have made even an unaffected person’s knees go weak. “It does not make two people fall in love, no! The flower simply increases what one already feels for someone. … And if you are dreaming about me, if you want me just the way I want you, then it can mean only one thing.” Loki placed a gentle hand on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered in response. “That you love me … just the way I love you.”
She did not need further convincing. In one swift motion her lips were on his. Her arms had wound themselves around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
The dam finally broke.
Loki held her face with both hands, greedily devouring every moan and whimper. In the miniscule break that they took to breathe again, they drank in the sight before them, further intoxicating themselves. (Y/N)’s finger’s began making quick work of the remaining closed buttons on Loki’s shirt. But he was impatient. Removing her hold on them, he pulled the cloth over his head.
If it was humanly possible to be more aroused, (Y/N) certainly had hit the next level. Placing a quick but deep kiss on her open mouth, Loki tugged at the hem of her blouse. The lifting of her arms over her head was permission enough for Loki to pull it up and discard it on the floor.
How and when the rest of the clothes got scattered around the room remained a haze. All they remembered later was that it was somewhere between heated kisses and lots of shameless touching.
Loki picked her up by the hips, and sat her on the writing desk. She probably landed on an old open hardbound. Neither cared.
While his mouth worked on her neck and shoulders, eliciting hisses and moans from her, his large hands travelled down her body, taking note of every curve and plateau, until he reached her thighs. There, they rested for a brief moment, kneading the satiny skin beneath his palms, before venturing towards the soft flesh on the inner side. Very slowly, he parted her legs open, and stepped inside. Her immediate reaction was to wrap them around his slender waist. With her bare heels pressing on his bare butts, she nudged him forward until his arousal was pressed against hers.
Both of them groaned loudly. With hooded eyes they looked at each other, trying to seek the obvious consent that had been there right from the beginning. When her hand wrapped around his length to line him up with herself, he almost swooned.
“This is going to hurt,” he warned her.
“I know, and I don’t care. Just take me, Loki! Please! Make me yours.”
He could have come right then simply from her words. With one hand on her back, and the other holding himself, he entered her slowly, passing carefully through the tight wetness.
Loki was aroused like never before, ready to devour the woman sitting brazenly naked in front of him - the love of his life - and yet, a part of him could never forget to take care of her, to worry about her.
When he had buried himself fully within her, they both rested their heads on the other’s shoulder for a brief moment. It was an outworldly feeling - it seemed like the perfect end to all those years of pining, like the perfect beginning to their story of being together. It felt like the perfect cure to all the burning desire that they had been enduring for the past few days. Most importantly, it felt right. It had never and would have never felt so perfect with anybody else.
(Y/N) patted his backside lightly. As if afraid that he’d hurt her, Loki started moving slowly, carefully. The pace was sensual, romantic but excruciating as well! The drug running in their veins demanded more. Their bodies demanded more.
“Loki, please!”
She did not know what she was asking for but he understood. Steadily but quickly, he accelerated, earning himself sultry moans and breathy chants of his name as rewards. She felt like her body would have given away had Loki’s strong arms not been holding her.
“Oh (Y/N)!”
Hymns of each other’s names and repeated confessions of love brought them closer to release. When his movements started getting sloppy, he reached between them and placed his thumb on her bundle of nerves. When she cried out and her back arched,he whispered with hot breaths in her ear, “Come with me, love. Please.”
It might have been his ministrations down south on her body or it may have been the way he rasped the word “please”. Some magic worked, and she came crashing down on him, flooding him, drowning him in her ecstasy. That was the final tug on the restraint that Loki had put on himself. He came inside her with a loud moan of her name, surrendering himself to his lust completely.
Thanks to the desk, Loki found some support for his limp body. As they rested on one another and kissed each other feebly, having experienced the most epic orgasms of their lives yet, she eventually came to realise what she had been sitting on. She tried to look but with Loki still buried inside her, it was impossible.
“I think I’m sitting on a book,” she admitted sheepishly.
“Oh?”
The moment he pulled out of her, she whined at the sudden emptiness inside.
Loki laughed. “Do not make the mistake of thinking that I am done with you, love! Give me a few minutes, and I shall fill you up again.”
The filthy look in his eyes, the promise in his voice, and his tender dominance made her walls flutter that very instant. Loki grabbed her butts and lifted her off the desk, while she wrapped her limbs securely around him.
As he carried her to the bed, his eyes landed on the tattered and soaked pages of the book that she had been sitting on. Pausing in his tracks, he tilted his head and smirked.
“What is it?” She asked curiously.
Following his eyes, she found the poor book - an open testament to their raunchy activities - and clicked her tongue.
“Can you fix it?” She looked back at him.
Stealing one look at her, as though accepting her simple challenge, he held her securely with one arm, and extended the other towards the book, reverting its fate with a subtle move of his open fingers. Once the pages were crisp and readable again, (Y/N) understood the cause of his amusement.
Staring back at them from the pages was a hand-drawn picture of the same flower that caused all these “fateful” events. Her eyes swept through the descriptions about the flower.
“Pale Blue Midnight’s Bane”, the title read. In smaller words, it added, “ Also known as Midnight’s Boon”.
Loki chuckled. “We gave the flower what it wanted. Literally.”
It made her laugh. “Well, at least it put an end to years of misery! We should be thanking it.”
“In a way that it likes?” Mischief was sparkling in Loki’s green eyes.
“Exactly my thoughts!” She resonated.
Loki was not gentle this time as he threw her on the bed and hungrily watched her curves jiggle. She was surprised to find that she rather enjoyed being manhandled by the trickster. He hovered over her like a hunter over his prey, and started his assault on her chest.
“Loki?”
“Mmh?” His mouth was full and his tongue busy.
“Shouldn’t we inform Banner about our discovery?”
“Later,” he exhaled right before shutting her up for the moment with a long and deep kiss that made both their heads spin.
Series rated: M
Chapter warnings: Drunk sex, Condoms
AN: we made it to the end. I'll see y'all in the fall for book two!
Masterlist AO3 KoFi
Tom pressed Mia against the hotel door. His hand was large and firm against her waist, holding her right where he wanted her. Fumbling, he struggled to pull his wallet from his pocket with one very distracted hand. His pants were tight around his hips and his current state of mind didn’t help matters in the slightest.
Mia’s nails scratched at the hair at the back of his neck as she clung to him as if he was giving her life. It felt like she was floating, swimming through a sea of desire and alcohol.
She needed him. She wanted him. She begged for him, “Hurry,”
“Got it.” The wallet slipped out. It was a struggle to flip it open with one hand, then find the hotel keycard. In the process of getting the card out, he dropped the leather wallet to the floor by his shoe.
His breath was hot in her ear. Lips worked, leaving harsh kisses along her neck. As he worked the card into the slot, he moved his hand from her waist to her breast, stopping for a firm squeeze that had a soft moan slip from her lips.
“I need you.” She whimpered as the door beeped, denying entry to the distracted couple.
“Who do you need?” Tom asked as he flipped the card around, trying different sides again and again, hoping one would work.
“My husband.” That set fire to him.
The door beeped the correct tune this time, granting them entry. Tom hooked the door handle with his hand, slapping it down clumsily after yanking the card from the door. The door swung open, no longer providing a solid surface to support their weight.
Tom held her up with an arm flung around her waist as they stumbled in. He kicked blindly, relying on feel alone to help him ensure he kicked his wallet somewhere into the room.
“My wife.” Tom breathed as he kicked the door shut behind them. Alone at last.
He hiked her dress high around her thighs as he held her against the wall, body pressed against body. She could feel his member straining against his pants as he held her in place with his pelvis pressed into her.
Warm, wet kisses and soft nips worked at her neck and shoulders as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. First one arm, then the other left her and shed the jacket sleeves. It fell to the floor behind Tom without a care.
His large hand gripped at her thigh as he yanked at the heels she had put back on her feet in the hall. As he freed them, he threw them blindly behind him, one hitting the wall with a thump. Then searing hot hands pushed their way up her thighs, gripping her hips under the skirt.
Lifting her from the wall, his lips found hers as he carried her. He groaned into her mouth as his thigh rammed into the corner of the dresser, sending pain flaring and causing him to stumble for a moment.
The springs in the bed squeaked as Tom all but threw her onto it. He loomed over her, admiring the way her brown hair fanned out around her, contrasting with the cream bedding and the white of her dress. Her face was flushed. It had been all night, but now it looked even better now, looking up at him from where she lay, waiting for him.
His wife.
There was something intoxicating about standing over a flushed woman laying on his bed. Her dress bunched around her thighs, exposing her long legs to his greedy eyes. It had long been one of Tom’s favorite sights.
This, though, her being his bride, made the sight oh so much better. Tom couldn’t help but run his fingertips up the soft flesh of her thighs, marveling at the fact that she was really there, and that this was really happening.
He traced the tan line that marked where shorts had cut the sun’s harsh power. It had been a while since he had seen something as simple as a unintentional tan line on the body of another.
She was so beautifully normal and he loved her for it.
As she rose on her elbows, he admired how the change of position pushed her breasts up, how they moved naturally with each breath she took and the pull of gravity.
“Something wrong?” She asked.
“Not even a little.” Tom planted his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward and into her.
Using one arm to support herself, she ran her other hand up his chest. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss started sweetly, a reminder of romance she had thought was only for storybooks and movies.
It quickly became fierce, however. These were the kisses that she knew existed, but damn, it had been so long since she had kissed someone who was so good at it. She wanted more. Craved it. Needed it.
Tom rolled them, pulling her to straddle him. Just as he had appreciated how she looked sprawled out on the bed, she found herself caught in a moment of admiration as well.
Never in her life had she slept with a man as good looking as Tom. Now he was hers, and this was her reality. He belonged to her now and she to him. She won the Vegas jackpot.
She could feel how much he wanted her as she rested on his hips. Though that was exciting, just having a man as strong and successful as him under her was enough of a rush in itself. He was beautiful and somehow he was hers.
Tom rather enjoyed having his wife straddling his lap, looking down at him with her hair falling down her back and shoulders. This was something he hadn’t thought he could ever have, but it was here. She was here. It was his wedding night, and she wore a beautiful white dress just for him.
He wanted to see on the floor.
Sitting up, he kissed her neck and chest as his arms wrapped around her. Her skin was so soft under his lips. While he worked along her collarbone, she ran her nails through his hair.
She smelled like sunshine, flowers, and summer. She smelled like sunflowers. What a strange, unique choice. What a beautifully her choice.
When he found just the right spot, she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips. That was a sound he wanted to hear her make again and again. Tom was painfully hard in his trousers and she pressed against him.
Each shift she made in his lap sending a wave of pleasure through him. She felt good against him, held against his chest, wrapped in his arms, neck against his lips.
He wanted to feel more of her against him. Never in his life had he wanted to delve into a woman more than he did at that moment. Not once in his life.
Not once.
Tom gripped her ass under the skirt of her dress. The silky panties she wore were smooth under his hands, but not nearly as smooth as her skin would be. He wanted to tease her and savor her, but with how much he had drank, he feared quicker would be better.
Fingers struggled with buttons. It felt like the back of the dress was fastened with every fastening at the same time, designed by the devil to hamper men from sealing the marriage. He would swear he felt cords and buttons and a zipper track. What he wanted was the dress off of her.
“Sorry, Darling.” Tom mumbled the words into the swell of her breast he had been kissing.
With both hands, he ripped the back open. It was harder than he expected, taking a few yanks to rip the fabric to the small of her back. With the tension that had been holding her breasts in place gone, they sank slightly into a more relaxed, natural position.
Mia was self conscious for a moment. Her body had been through stresses and showed the wear from a life lived. Though she had never been uncomfortable with the size of her breasts, she knew they lacked the fullness of many women in their twenties.
Her breasts were natural, and that excited him. Pulling the bodice down, he was rewarded for his efforts with a warm palmful of soft flesh. He took a pink nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue over the nub.
He needed her and he needed her now.
Tom flipped her onto her back, and he hovered above her, drinking in the sight for a moment longer. Gripping the fabric of the dress, he carelessly yanked at it as he stood up, pulling it harshly down her body.
The dress caught on her hips. Tom hadn’t ripped it far enough down for it to slip past her waist. Tom didn’t know if the dress was designed to go on from above or if the maze of fastenings simply extended far below where he had torn, but he didn’t care.
Leaning down, he placed soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach as he grabbed fistfuls of the dress again. With a great effort, he ripped the dress further down. As soon as he had the slack to do so, he pulled the dress down her body and threw it on the ground behind him, just where he wanted to see it most.
Her panties were plain, simple and not what one would expect to find under a wedding dress. They hadn’t stopped long enough to worry about shopping for such things. That was alright, he had a lifetime to see her in lingerie.
Standing over her, he worked his shirt buttons free after yanking his tie down until it was hanging loose, nearly undone, around his neck. Sprawled out before him, naked breasts on full display for his hungry eyes, she was a vision.
He enjoyed the view. There were little scars and marks on her body showing a life well lived. She had marks where her body and grown quickly at one point. Her belly curved and swelled ever so slightly, soft and inviting to the touch.
Growing impatient, she leaned up and eagerly assisted with the buttons on his shirt. The way her breasts moved with her body was mesmerizing, distracting to him as his fingers fumbled and stilled with his brain.
His fingers yearned to touch them instead of the buttons of his shirt. He all but ripped the shirt off as soon as it was sagging around his body, eager to feel her flesh against his. She pushed the fabric down his shoulders. He leaned back, pulling his arms free and tossing the fabric to the side.
Tom folded over her as she ran her fingers up his chest, taking in the feeling of his muscles as they moved. His head swam as he took her nipple into his mouth again. Tugging, pulling and licking, he teased delicate moans from her throat.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he kissed his way up to her neck.
Her back arched under him as he ran his fingers up and down her sides. Each breath she took caused her nipples to brush against his chest.
“I want you.” She pleaded as she blindly worked his buckle open. “Please.”
She was like an animal pawing to get to some vital resource. It took far longer than she wanted to get the belt free. Tom grew impatient and uncomfortable with waiting and yanked it free himself, whipping it from the loops.
As he tossed it behind him, she palmed him through his pants. She moaned at the feeling and it would be a lie to say he didn’t take satisfaction in that. He wasn’t a poorly endowed man by any means; he knew that, but having a woman moan at the feel alone was a great complement.
“Please.” Oh, he enjoyed hearing her beg for him.
He also liked the feeling of her fingers wrapping around him. He hadn’t noticed when she had gotten his trousers unbuttoned, let alone unzipped, but good god, her fingers felt good wrapped around his shaft.
“Let me get these off.” His voice was thick with desire.
Tom stood, shucking his trowsers off his legs, doing his best not to fall over in the process as the ground felt like it shifted under him. A champagne bottle sat in a partially melted bucket of ice on the dresser. Grabbing it, he popped the top with an experienced hand and scooped up the two long-stemmed glasses next to it as she waited, nearly naked for her husband to rejoin her.
The hotel had provided the bottle as a gift for their marriage, likely arranged as soon as they booked the wedding chapel. Tom poured the glasses and set the bottle back down, nearly missing the dresser.
She had sat up while she waited for him. There was a blush on her cheeks as she greedily took in his naked form. That was a view he promised himself he would never forget, regardless of how drunk he was.
Tom downed his glass shamelessly after handing her the other. He didn’t give her a chance to finish her glass as he crashed his lips into hers. She kissed him fiercely back, not sparing a thought to the liquid in her glass or how it spilled on her and the bed.
Tom had her on her back and the glass was long forgotten. His hands were on her, taking in everything he could feel. It felt like he was everywhere;, he surrounded her. She was drowning in her need for him.
“Condom.” She struggled to have the breath to speak, trying to cling to some sort of sense through her need. “We need a condom.”
Tom groped in his nightstand for a condom, knocking things from the table. Focus was scarce as she caressed his member, hand working down his length and fingers caressing the tip, smearing pre-cum around with her thumb. He knew he had a condom in the nightstand drawer somewhere. He had them just in case, though he hadn’t planned on needing them.
“Found it.” He was reckless as he ripped it open.
She took it from him and rolled the thin plastic sleeve down his shaft slowly. They needed to hurry;, he wasn’t in a position to take his time. Stamina was never something he had really needed to worry about before, but with how drunk he was, he knew his ability to perform could die at any moment.
Tom rolled over onto her swiftly, kissing her as if she had the secrets of the world hidden in her mouth. Reaching down between them, he ran his fingers up and down her slit.
She was soaking wet and ready for him. That was good, he didn’t have much reason to wait than.
“My darling Sunflower, are you ready for me?”
“Please,” she begged, pulling him into her.
She kissed him as soon as she could reach his lips as they laid back. His large hands caressed her thighs as he positioned himself between them, kneeling on the bed. His head slipped through her slit as they kissed and then, with little thought beyond need, he sank inside slowly.
She accepted him into her greedily. His size was more than she was used to, but she wanted him all. She wasn’t an untouched flower by any means, but the fit made her feel virginal as he filled her slowly, sinking in inch by inch.
She moaned as he sank deeper into her; the feeling seeming to go on forever. The sound was cut off with his lips on hers. She had no choice but to swallow his moan along with her own as their tongues danced.
He only paused for a moment as he adjusted his position above her. Then he was thrusting. Slow and deep, the speed built with each thrust. Her legs hooked around his thighs as she tried to pull him closer, wanting to surround herself with him as she surrounded him.
The sounds of her moans as he moved were sweeter than any wine he had ever drank. She was surrounded by him and him, by her, the feeling intoxicating. The scent of her shampoo was thick as he rested his head against her shoulder for a moment, feeling her hair tickle his face.
He was panting as he focused on staying upright as he rocked into her. This wouldn’t be his best performance, he knew that, but he hoped it would be good enough for her. Later, he would make it up to her. Now he was chasing his need and just hoping he hit the right spots along the way.
He peppered her shoulder with wet kisses as he reached down to hook her leg with his arm, pulling it higher and changing the angle of her pelvis.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as a deeper moan poured from her throat. Whatever he did, it was good for them both.
They moved together at an ever-increasing pace, chasing the release they both so desperately needed. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room. The bed springs sang a song of primal lust for anyone in the rooms next to their’s to hear.
He didn’t care. He didn’t care if someone knew who was in this room or that it was him. He didn’t care if someone recorded the sounds of their lust and spread it around the internet. He was just a man with his wife, sealing the marriage.
Tom’s fingers bunched into a fist, catching her hand along with the blanket in the process.
Close. He was so close now. He could only hope that she was there with him as she gasped in pleasure, arching against him.
She was his. His wife. His new life. His new everything.
She was his.
Finally, he had someone. Finally, he was enough for someone.
Finally.
She was breathing him in. He was everywhere. He surrounded her, arms on either side of her. She was wrapped around him, her leg clinging to his hips. He supported her, arm holding one thigh up and open. He was inside her, being welcomed into her most inner core and yet she still wanted more. His hand held hers, grounding her.
Through half-lidded eyes, she struggled to focus on anything. The room spun thanks in part to the vast amount she had drank. Her brain felt like it was resting on a cloud, being pushed and pulled with every thrust into her.
He was in the very air she breathed. He was everywhere and everything.
The soft panting moans falling from his parted lips were the most erotic sound she had heard in a very long time. They sent excitement through her veins.
“More,” She whispered, wrapping her arm around him.
Her fingers ran through the short curls on the back of his head, nails lightly scratching his scalp. Arching into him, she ran her hands along his sides and back as he hit the spot she needed.
“More,” she begged even as the orgasm ran through her, weakened by how drunk she was, but sweet just the same.
He clung to her, spilling his seed into the condom, panting as aftershocks rocked through him. Her lips found his neck as she caressed his back without a care for the sheen of sweat on his skin. With limbs that felt weighted down by lead, he rolled off of her.
She curled into his side. That had to be a good sign. God, he hoped it had been as good for her as it had been for him.
“That’s just the first time.” He said, catching his breath.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” She asked, nuzzled into his arm. It was clear she was very relaxed, perhaps even beginning to doze off. He hoped that was a sign of her post orgasmic bliss, a sign that he had delivered for her more than just his own release.
“I do,” Tom mused. “That’s how I knew I wanted to marry you. Do you?”
“Yeah,” The words were mumbled.
Tom looked down at her. His wife. Her eyes were hardly more than slits, and sleep was quickly claiming her. She was beautiful. There was a softness to every curve of her. Her hair was wild from their lovemaking and his hands.
The imperfections on her body made her more real under his fingertips as he caressed her naked skin.
“Do you want some water, dear?” Tom asked, only getting a mumbled response that may have been a word.
The world shifted and spun under his feet as he stood up. Bracing himself against the furniture, he made his way to the trashcan to discard the condom. From the sink, he downed three glasses of tap water and a few pain pills he found in a packet by the sink, cringing slightly at the taste of the hotel’s tap water and the way it made his stomach roll.
Navigating back to the bed with what had started as a full glass, he left a trail of splashes behind him. His hand and leg was wet with spilled water as he brought the rest to her.
His wife.
“Here,” He held the water out to her but she didn’t move. “Asleep already?”
Setting the glass on the tabletop, he stood there and admired her. Long legs were tucked up slightly toward her chest, highlighting the curve of her ass. Soft was the best way he could think of to describe her. She was nothing but soft, sweeping curves.
Tom wanted to sleep. The alcohol weighed on his brain, lulling him. He needed to sleep. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish as he pulled the banket down on one side of the bed. It was a struggle between the heavy limbs, fuzzy fingers and the hotel staff having tucked the bedding under the mattress, but eventually he got it free.
Lifting her from the bed, he smiled at the feeling of having her naked body in his arms against his naked chest. This was his first night as a husband. He had a wife to hold and damned if he didn’t enjoy it.
It took a few tries before he could tuck her feet under the bedding he hadn’t been able to free. She had hardly stirred during the process, drunken sleep having claimed her firmly. Then he nestled her down on the mattress. She tucked her arms against her chest in her sleep and he admired the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist.
He wanted her again. He wanted to bury himself deep in her. He longed to be surrounded by her again, seeking the pleasure only a woman could give him.
He also longed for sleep.
Tom suspected even if she was awake, his ability to perform a second round was significantly compromised at best. It was better to sleep. He could take her again in the morning.
She was his wife now. They could indulge in eachother as often as they wanted. He had a partner to love for the rest of his life. He had a partner to love him for the rest of his life.
He didn’t want to give up the view of her naked body, but he did, reluctantly. While he made his way around the bed, he stumbled over his heavy feet. Sleep was defiantly a need.
Tom grabbed the champagne bottle off the tabletop and took a long pull from it as he stood naked in the dim room. He did it, he thought. This was the beginning of his life as a married man.
He stumbled into the bed and wiggled his way under the blankets. The swimming in his head became much worse as soon as he laid down. It took everything in him to slap off the lamp. Tom turned into her and snaked his arm around her naked waist.
Holding her against his body, he was asleep nearly instantly, holding his most prized achievement in his arms.
For better or worse, in sickness and in health, they had said “I Do.” Those two words echoed around his mind as he was lulled to sleep by his wife’s steady breathing and the warmth of her naked body against his.
“I do.” he whispered into the darkness as sleep claimed him. “I do.”
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