About me: just a 20 something Loki stan rejoining the tumblr ranks after many years (shoutout to all those from 2010 tumblr) to shamelessly thirst for Loki and Tom (and many of my other fictional boyfriends) *I don’t really do requests because #procrastination
Hey! Thanks for connecting with my page! Here are some of the fics I wrote and recommend. I am currently taking a step back from writing as life is a bit busy ATM but hope to get some new stories out later this year 😉
2021 Fic Rec Roundup
Sin City
Part One
Part Two (NSFW)
Part Three
Are You Gonna Be My Guy?
Sweatpants and Staring
Caught (NSFW)
Choices (coming soon … or maybe not because I’m a procrastinator extraordinaire)
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Requesting an urgent discussion with the SAS and my fellow Hiddle-whores: THE LIP-LICKING.
I present the following:
With honorable mention to the lip-bite (which actually might be my favourite):
And of course, this classic no-tongue-but-holy-fuck:
Well. This has been an excellent foray into the abyss, I must return to the world of the living. Have a lovely day y'all #sas
Now sometimes lip licking is a nerves thing, but I think Mr "everything I do is a calculated move to ruin you" Hiddleston uses it as a way to pause when he's winding up a sexually devastating sentence and the other person's talking. He's listening, but he's plotting something like fucking "propulsive momentum" 💀😂
Kind of like how some people say "ummmm" - yer man licks/bites his lip like a whore. And I appreciate that. And I appreciate you @superficialdomina for gracing us with this compilation. Can we find any more for the files I wonder...
That scene from OLLA will be haunting me for the rest of my miserable existence...
He's listening, but he's plotting something like fucking "propulsive momentum" - and yes, this is another thing he does that gets me on my knees nerves every time. What need there is to say those things, Tom? And why?
Anyways…here goes my humble contribution
Have a nice weekend my beloved hoes @lokisgoodgirl @fictive-sl0th @superficialdomina @gigglingtigger @mochie85 @simplyholl @sarahscribbles @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovelysizzlingbluebird @cheekyscamp @currish-rosewolfe @maple-seed @holdmytesseract @muddyorbsblr @trickster-maiden @peaches1958 @goblingirlsarah @ladyofthestayingpower @joyful-enchantress ++✨
as for the ol propulsive momentum, he may not be able to swing his big cock around in public but he'll be damned if he can't expose us all to his bulging vocabulary. Which I would argue, is just as sexy. 🤣
@lokisgoodgirl I agree the tongue licking gets me horny every time I haven't heard his "sexy vocabulary" yet but if it's anything like his dancing or tongue licking I'm gone! Honestly I disliked OLLA but that sceen when he "devours" the "popsicle" 😵😵💫🥵
Summary: Reader teases Loki, ridiculous fluff ensues. This is just incredibly silly, but it makes me smile lol
Warnings: none really, pure fluff; slight tickling ig but it’s not the focus
Words: 238
Masterlist
(gif is mine :))
It was quiet at the tower. Quiet was dangerous. So easily disturbed…
You grin mischievously as you watch Loki out of the corner of your eye. It had been too long since you’d messed with him.
"You know, you’re kinda greasy Lokes.,” you muse with a slight teasing edge to your voice. He puts a hand to his chest in mock shock.
"Greasy?! I am a prince, you adorable little troll," he says with affectionate contempt.
"Mm. A greasy prince." A wide smirk starts spreading across your face as you start slowly backing out of the room before turning and making a hasty retreat.
Loki looks after you with confusion.
"I believe they wish you to chase them, brother," Thor informs him with more than a little amusement.
"Childish games," Loki grumbles under his breath as he strides out of the room. As soon as he's rounded the corner and is out of Thor's view, though, he grins as he breaks into a run.
He finds you around the next bend and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, halting your escape. You squeal, giggling like a child, as he lightly tickles your ribs.
"Stop! Stop, please, I yield! I yield! You win," you laugh, out of breath and he lets up but doesn't release you.
"I always do," he teases, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and letting you go.
A/N: This is complete madness as I warned on the snippet. Don't mind me, I just needed to write this whatever it is thing. Hope you enjoy this first part 🖤
Genre/warnings: Smut, humor, little angst in the end. Thunder being a master on the art of cockbloking.
Word Count: 1.4k
Part 1.Time-out
All was set up for you to not leave the apartment the whole weekend. You had stocked up plenty of food, wine, candles and a few new sets of the finest lingerie. Last month had been restless around the compound and your intimate moments had been reduced to quick clandestine encounters in between the missions, which wasn’t ideal but at least quenched for a while the burning thirst you had for each other. But finally, you were about to spend three long days indulging on him, taking your time and relishing every single minute of it.
Or that’s what you thought.
You were straddled on top of him, your hands tangled on soft jet curls, and his, roaming greedily up and down the sides of your body, making out like two teenagers on heat.
“How I missed this; you, min dronning…” he moaned softly, your lips descending to follow the angle of his jaw while he held your hips, guiding them to rock slowly against his growing erection.
In that moment, three loud bangs against the main door disrupted your steamy haze.
“BROTHER!” The unmistakable tone of the big blonde oaf reverberated from the hall. Loki sighed bothered. You didn’t even raise your eyes, instead kept your trail of kisses and nips down to his clavicles. After mere seconds of calm, another three thuds, this time harder.
“For fuck’s sake…” you growled against his skin when you felt his grip loosen from your ass. He left his head fall back against the rest of the couch, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Ever the opportunist…I should had left him as a frog.” He sighed longingly and looked into your eyes, pushing back a wild strand from your face, then carefully tracing your lips. Sticking out your tongue, you licked the length of his finger at a deliberate pace, eyes never leaving his when he wantonly bit his lip, breath catching on his throat. Both of you getting back into the game when...
“LOKI! I KNOW YOU’RE INSIDE!” His voice sounded urgent, but since you knew Thor, the case could vary from a real matter life or death, or just that he ran out of pop-tarts. “IT’S A SNØMUS SITUATION!” Loki’s eyes shot up suddenly at the familiar term. You frowned confused.
“Give me a minute” he pressed a kiss on your forehead while carefully pushed you down from his lap and ran to the door before you could speak a word. You huffed frustrated, but decided to take some advantage of the circumstances and went straight to the bedroom. There, you got rid of your clothes, only leaving a flimsy lace set paired with a leather garter belt that left little to the imagination, and laid on your side seductively, waiting for his return. It didn’t take long, though the reaction wasn’t exactly what you expected.
“Faen, darling…” His mouth fell open at the inviting sight but you could spot how the lust on his eyes was tinged with something else. Guilt.
“Oh, no.” you sat up straight on the mattress, both hands clutching tight the duvet to keep you from going outside and choking your brother in law for whatever idiocy he had done that time.
“Y/n, my goddess…” Loki approached you cautiously, raising his hands in apology as he could feel your rage starting to simmer. “I am so terribly s-”
“Loki Odinson,” you started slowly, cutting him, menace clearly laced in your tone “do not dare to leave me like this” you pointed down to your thin attire. He doubted for a second, ogling you with passionate eyes, but he quickly shook his head and pressed his lips together, trying to recompose himself.
“I will be back tonight, my love. And then the Nine Realms can crumble down, but I won’t move from your side, I swear it.” He kneeled at your feet, kissing up your legs while he spoke to end holding your hands on his. Those bright emeralds looking up to you through dense lashes. The damn puppy face.
“You’re unbelievable” you scoffed, denying with your head and crossing your arms on your chest, starting to feel cold and ridiculous. “If you go back on your word this time, you and that brainless will regret this” you warned. He cupped your face and leant to kiss you with devotion, you returned it with some reluctance.
“I love you more than words could ever explain” he whispered, still holding your face.
“Me too.” You sighed, dejected “But if you’re not back for dinner there are no words to explain the atrocities you will face” you pointed, quirking a brow and putting on your best threatening face. He smiled and pecked your lips once more before parting, leaving you half naked, terribly turned on and without any plan for, hopefully at most, the rest of the day. His audacity would never stop to amaze you.
“Alright, Thor. Start again, but this time try to say something coherent.” Loki spoke calmed despite his annoyance, head resting between his hands while he tried to piece things together, his feet tapping impatiently on the old wooden floor. The blonde god paced back and forth, his face contorted in utter despair.
“I don’t know how she did, but she found me brother, and you know as well as I do what that means. We are all doomed.” He shook his head and dramatically threw his hands up in the air, clumsily hitting one of the shelves full of books.
Back in the day, a young, reckless and quite flighty Thor had an affair with her, as well as with other courtesans simultaneously. More often than not, this immodest dalliances, tended to not end well. He had always managed to fix this by achieving a satisfactory settlement for both parts, that mostly consisted on a generous bounty for the former-maiden’s family or forging strategic alliances for possible future hostilities.
Ingrid was the daughter of an important Alfheim diplomat, close friend of Odin, and another addition to Thor’s long list of mistresses, much to both their parents chagrin once they found out. The young lady fell madly in love with the prince, to nobody’s surprise. She was a spoiled girl, that never in her life had been rejected or said ‘no’ to any of her whims, no matter how ridiculous those were. And that time was not going to be different, of course. Also her father was rather far from pleased now that his beloved, only daughter had lost her virtue, so he threatened with military action against them if the situation wasn’t properly solved.
Asgard was in danger and Odin was fuming.
After many discussions and meetings until they came to terms. Thor was compromised to marry and have an heir for Asgard’s throne with her once she reached her next mating cycle. Luckily for the licentious prince, that event just took place every couple centuries, so he emerged victorious from the trial, at least temporary.
And he forgot. And she was back to make her conquest. Sneaky, ferocious, relentless, able to compromise the life of mightiest creatures. That was Ingrid, and she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.
Loki exhaled a long breath.
“So we are now the target of a rabid, oestrous Elf, because you were not able keep your beloved cock in your pants 500 years ago, is what you are trying to say?” He said serenely but his jaw was impossibly tense.
“Basically.” came the voice from behind them, approaching the brothers with a book under his arm.
“Sorcerer” Loki greeted with a subtle nod.
“Charmer” he replied, flashing a teasing grin before turning his gaze to Thor “Gentlemen, we should go now. This is going to take some time” And without further pleasantries, he opened a sparkling portal to the evergreen Norwegian pastures. The god sighed, peeking at the antique clock before following the other men inside the portal, with only you on his mind.
a/n: if you're reading this.. no you didn't. also not proofread, so any mistakes are bound to happen!
warnings: unprotected sex, pnv, oral/f!receiving, choking, daggers involved, light temperature play
pairing: loki x female!reader
“I don’t need your help, Laufeyson. I was doing just fine until you came along.” Your snippy attitude crosses Loki’s ears. If he weren’t so irritated with you right now, he would’ve thought your fleeing was quite adorable.
“You most certainly were not doing fine, darling. Had I not come into the room, you would’ve had the man’s dagger in your stomach.” He informs you.
You knew there were drastic differences between you and your counterpart.
You, a mere mortal, were intertwining yourself with a demigod who thought of himself to be otherworldly– which he was. Those majestic blue eyes mingled with the adorning gold and emerald that wrapped his body so tightly, Loki both took your breath and infuriated you in the same notion. You were infatuated with him, wondering truthfully what it would be like to be gathered in those strong arms, to feel that tweaking of crisp digits that could easily turn warm at a second’s notice, gliding over your cheek.
But no. You were merely his apprentice, a woman who could handle her own, somehow thrown into Loki’s clutches to be taught how to handle yourself. It wasn’t your fault that he caught you at a bad time, nearly about to shove your dagger into a guard’s throat. And what if you had almost gotten your ass handed to you minutes ago before he showed up?
You would’ve had the last word before you drew your final breath.
“I’m supposed to be your instructor, darling. You’re making this quite difficult on me.”
Chuckling, Loki watches as you twist the corner of the building, aiming for your chamber.
“It was your stupid brother who placed me with you.”
Loki sighs. “I won’t deny his stupidity, but I think I can do you some good. If you’ll only give me the chance... Come with me to the training room, and we’ll practice.”
Did you really want that? To be trained by him? You were forced into the throes of Loki Laufeyson. You saw the hint of amusement behind his icy eyes. The sharpness of his jaw and those plump, soft, pink lips haunted your every wet dream. Those hands, you would never admit aloud that he was part of your breakaway fantasies where pleasure and passion collided to generate a gruesome fire that could take down a colony.
“I need to change.” You bite into your lip.
“Why?” Loki dabbles. “I think you look fine.”
You gazed down at the all-black outfit that clung to your body. You had a push-up bra on that made your breasts nearly spill over the cups, and Loki was certainly taking second looks each time you tore your gaze away to occupy something else.
“Fine.” You huff, turning around. Loki watches as you pass in a whirlwind. He feels the cool breeze on his face as you race by.
“Careful, love. Wouldn’t want you to roll an ankle.” Loki calls out, deciding to use his powers to his advantage. A quick teleport put him three strides ahead of you, earning you to viciously growl.
“You have powers. I don’t.” You gripe.
“You’ve got a powerful aura about you, love. Use it to your advantage. You seep power despite being quite a brat.” Loki laces his hands behind his back, turning around so he’s walking straight ahead.
“A brat?!” You squeak. “I am not a brat.”
“Is that what Stark told you when you were his apprentice?” He asks, not realizing the effect it’d have on you until after the words fell from his spiteful tongue. You saw Tony like a brother, and when he perished, you felt your world crumble.
“Darling, I– “
“Shut up.” You finally catch back up and shove past him and through the doors. Loki exhales slowly and follows you. He watches as you yank the black hair tie off your wrist and pull your hair back. “Let’s hurry this shit up– I’ve got things to do.” You whip out your daggers and do that sneaky little trick of throwing them in the air and catching them on their second spin.
Loki tilts his head. He didn’t mean to hurt you.
“If this is where you’ll get your revenge, by all means... But I’m sorry. That was very inappropriate of me, and I’m deeply sorry. I know how much Stark meant to you.” He’s trying to meet you in the middle. If you’ll give in to him, you will see that he wasn’t just snarky remarks and magical powers.
“All’s forgiven.” You answer, your tone still snippy.
Loki nods his head. “Very well then,” He clears his throat.
He walks to the center of the mat and stands in front of you. It was when he drew this close that you realized he was so much taller than you. You had to lift your chin to stare at him. Deep baby blues pierced through yours and that aroura he seeped made you quiver. You drew in a subtle breath, but that breath was captivated by a citrusy scent that screamed take me. Loki had some of the best cologne known to the nine realms, and you hadn’t even smelled the others.
“Daggers out,” he tells you.
You do as he says. Wordlessly, you flip your daggers in your hands at the same time as Loki, both of you locking eyes.
“Good girl,” He relishes your mind with that fragmented statement. You swore you heard the glass breaking on every wall of your brain, but you remained upright. Shoulders squared, you greeted his tainted stare with one of your own– one of pure resilience, one that echoed the vice of, “bite me”.
Loki knew you had picked up on some of his antics. You were a quick one. You could get by him; you had already proven yourself worthy of that.
So he doesn’t give you a warning. He goes in directly, bringing his dagger so close to your face. He knew he wouldn’t ever hurt you intentionally or on purpose, and he was smiling on the inside when you clashed your dagger with his with pressed lips.
“That’s it,” Loki hums. The two of you begin sparring back and forth, Loki managing to get you on the ground upon sheathing his daggers. Despite his unquestionable strength, he gave up enough so that you could get him onto his back. With a simple roll and your feet attached to his stomach, you pushed and kicked him over you before you ended up on top.
Your hips straddled his waist, and the dagger was pressed to his throat. Loki looked between your silver blade and your gaze.
“You have learned a few lessons, haven’t you?” He sparks your mind with that deep and core-dripping voice. You narrow your eyes, your heart pounding. You knew Loki could both hear and feel it, and he wasn’t above letting you know, just to embarrass you, and get you out of your dark space.
“You are quite the nervous girl around me, aren’t you, pet?” Loki rolls his hand out to rest on your hip.
“Loki,” You hiss. He always played this game with you, and he knew it would rattle you to no end.
“A dagger pressed to my throat, darling hips straddling my waist... I’m so close to you, yet not close enough... Isn’t that right, love? You want no space between us?” Loki peers up at you. Raven locks curtained his face, and you close your eyes, giving him the advantage.
In one fluid motion, he sweeps you off his waist and rolls with you upon taking the daggers from your hands in a quick fashion. He lands you on your back, but his body is pressed against yours. Your own dagger used against you, Loki pressed the blade to your throat and pressed in. You gasped, the cool edge of your blade making you feral for more.
“I knew you would do that,” You bare your teeth.
“And yet you fall for it every time, sweetheart.” Loki chuckles.
He feels the subtle shift of your hips underneath his. He cranes his head to the side to get a look and he squeezes his thighs around you a little more, provoking you to remain still.
“Alright, enough.” You tell him. You see his dagger sticking out and you glance between the handle and his face.
“Enough? I thought you wanted this.”
“From you? In your dreams.”
Loki scoffs. “Darling, I think those are your enchantingly wet dreams... Never mind.” He lied through his teeth, only to get a rise out of you.
“Laufeyson, I’m serious.” You gently reach for his dagger, keeping his attention occupied on you. “Oh, and did you say enchanting? Do you find wet dreams enchanting? You’re weird.”
Loki shakes his head. “No, but acting them out? That’s the enchanting part. The mere thought that I could provoke such filthy dreams in a woman such as yourself, it may just well keep me up at night.” Your fingertips are wrapped around the dagger.
You threw him off guard when he saw the flash of emerald and green in his eyes until he felt his own dagger pressed to his throat. You both remained in your positions, weapons against the other’s throat. Loki looked at the blade, then at you.
“I believe we’ve found ourselves in quite the situation,” He bites his lip.
He was already rock hard from this position, and he knew you could feel him on your body. You wanted to grind your hips upward, but you didn’t want him to think he had some kind of wicked hold on you, even though he did.
Your teeth grit and you bite your lip. “On three... You know my thoughts, correct?” You were thinking of tossing these daggers to the side and going all the way, once and for all getting that heart-stopping feeling to leave your body, one that centered on what it would feel like to be with him.
Loki slowly nods his head. “One,”
“Two,”
“Three.” You both announce aloud before tossing your daggers to the side.
Loki leans down and captures your lips. The kiss is insanely hot, mostly tongue and teeth. He tastes far sweeter than you had imagined. Your hands hurriedly found the shirt donning his body. You’re peeling it off his body, eyes exposed to the muscled and defined exterior of your soon-to-be lover.
Groaning at your fingertips on his chest, Loki rips the shirt off his body and starts kissing down your throat, hunger developing in his core for you. He pushes your tank top above your abdomen as he kisses over your stomach, nipping and biting until he’s leaving his own personal bite.
Your hips arch into him as he yanks your leggings down your legs, kissing over your thighs. He didn’t know what about this drove him wild, but he quickly realized it was the black-on-black ensemble you optioned to wear today. The black lace of your panties invited him in, and he groaned when he inhaled, already able to smell your arousal for him.
“I make you feel this way, pet? So hot and horny that you can barely make coherent words?” Loki drives his fingertips underneath the waistband of your panties and jerks them down, the cool air spilling over your heat, making you moan.
You glare at him, rolling your eyes. “Somethin’ like that,” You grunt. Loki smiles wildly before he spreads your thighs. He locks eyes with you, fingertips dancing the inner portion of your thighs. He finally presses his fingers to your weeping entrance before dragging them up, his middle and ring fingers finding their way pressing over your clit.
You release a wanton moan at the feeling before Loki grins wickedly.
“So wet for me,” He drawls. “Like a filthy little slut... I know you’d be one for me, darling. Wouldn’t you?” Loki tilts his head to the side before he positions his face in front of your center.
“Please, Loki,” You moan, unsure of how much longer you could go without feeling him on you. He smiles and licks his lips.
Suddenly, your blazing heat is met with a rush of cold as Loki blows the cool air over your glistening folds. The cry gets caught in your throat and you’re trying to grab onto anything – something that could keep you grounded. Loki grabs your hand and laces his digits through yours before he digs his mouth into his feast.
Your back arches as your hips close around Loki’s head. His tongue adds a hard stripe to your center before he’s coaxing you to scream at the top of your lungs, his hand that was intertwined with yours rushing to cover your mouth as he eats you out in only ways he had imagined. He had certainly spent his fair share of nights pleasuring himself to the idea of you wearing some sexy little lace that he could tear off you and give you his entire being, proving to you that he was the one you needed.
Loki had never seen a woman angry as yourself suddenly lose every word in her vocabulary as he pleasured her with his tongue. You could feel him smiling against your core as he sucked your clit into his mouth, pulling the bud with his lips until it was swollen.
Your slick coated his chin and he ensured to lick every ounce of it.
He pulls off you long enough to make eye contact with you, to see your breasts rapidly moving with each breath you took.
“You tasted divine, darling,” Loki purrs. “The sweetest elixir I’ve ever had on my lips... I could drink you until there was no more, love. You’re so soft, so sweet, so... Perfect.” He announces before he buries his face between your thighs to give you your needed high.
You came hard on his face, hips grinding harder into his face as your heel dug into his back, dragging him as close as you could possibly get him. Loki was hard as a rock and desperately needed to feel your walls sheathing him inside. He dreamt of what your center felt like. You were a warm, spongy home for his length that he needed to use in order to give himself the most outlandish high he’d ever get to experience.
When you came down from your high, you barely had time to prepare yourself before you felt Loki’s hardened tip line up with your entrance. Suddenly, he pushes forward, and a whimper is drawn from your trembling mouth. Your eyes snap up to meet those deep blues, his eyes locked on you.
“You’re so tight,” He groans, filling you to the brim.
You wrap your arms around him, nails clawing his back when he starts to thrust. His movements started off small so you could adjust to his size and then it was hard from there. Deep thrusts that had him hitting your cervix, curving his hips ever so slightly with each push to stroke your g-spot, he had you squeezing your walls tightly around him.
“D-don’t stop,” You moan, barely able to speak.
Loki buries his face into the crook of your neck. He rips your bra off your body, your breasts spilled before him. He leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks hard, ensuring to leave his mark.
Cries of pleasure echo off the walls, making Loki choose to hold on for that much longer. Grunts of satisfaction fall freely from each of your mouths as you tangle your fingertips through dark-colored roots and pull, making Loki groan and curse under his breath on your breast.
He gives attention to the other one before pulling off with an audible pop. He sees the hazy look in your eyes as your mouth hangs up. Something comes over him and he wraps his hand around your throat, choking you gently, but cutting your airway slightly enough to make you feel as though you were soaring above cloud nine.
Loki watches you, feeling your sporadic pulse under his fingertips.
“You’re so pretty when I’m this deep inside of you,” He moans. “You feel me? Do you see what you’ve done to me, love? You did this. Not going to be able to hold on, darling. I’m going to need you to come for me,” He releases your throat and you come back to the present. You lock your hips tightly around his and nod your head.
“Pl-please, Loki. Make me come. Please!” You beg him.
Loki smirks devilishly and with a couple more hard, timed thrusts, he sends you spilling over the edge. You come hard around him with a rattle that causes him to finish moments behind you. He shoots hot strings of his release into the innermost depths of your channel, completely filling you with a cool feeling. Your warm release mingled with his cooler one causes you to convulse, your heart pounding in your ears.
As Loki finishes riding out both your highs, he pulls out of you slowly. Sweat covers your forehead as you gasp for air, hands moving to cover your face.
You bite down on your lip and close your eyes.
Realization set in immediately. You just slept with the guy who’s supposed to be training you. You reopen your eyes when you feel his hand inch over to caress your bare hip.
“You were magnificent, darling.” Loki applauds you.
You chuckle. “You were pretty good too,”
He glares at you. “Pretty good?” He repeats.
You can’t keep the laughter in. “No, you were... You were amazing.” You swallow. “You crossed sex on the training room floor off my list.” You tease.
“Was I the person whom you wanted to do that activity with?” Loki threatens to ask.
Nodding your head, you wouldn’t hide the simple fact he had made you feel completely alive moments ago.
“Yeah, you were the one.” You respond. “Next time? Don’t ever put a dagger to my throat.” You bite your lip.
“What if it was during sex?” He suggests.
You cock an eyebrow. “Who said we were doing this again?” You question.
Loki scoffs. “Face it, love. We both know you can barely resist me. You were so quick to fall into this,” He points between your naked bodies.
“You must’ve wanted it too, Laufeyson. You were quick to throw your dagger on the count of three and get busy.” You remind him.
Loki smiles to himself. Yeah, he wanted this too.
“Well, consider your business unfinished with me... I’ll be at your chambers tonight to pick up where we left off.” He sits up and pulls you with him.
You stare at him with wild eyes. He was serious.
“You mean...?” You swallow.
Loki turns his head to face you. “Someone needs to learn how to shut their mouth and quit being so bratty. I’ll tame you, darling.” He cups your chin and leans forward, kissing you quickly. And in Loki fashion, he snaps his fingers, but he clothes you both.
You look down at the solid black workout clothes, but you notice the flecks of emerald and green on your pants in the form of pinstripes down your thighs, and your shirt had a gold collar.
“See you this evening,” Loki winks before retreating from the training room, leaving you standing there to remind yourself of what just happened.
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