Started: 4/21/25
Last updated: 7/7/25
Total Works: 3
Warning: I primarily write smut works with female reader, any works that contain adult content will be marked with a * so read at your own caution. Minor's DNI! Warnings for each fic are listed at the top of the work.
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Song Request: "Tongues and Teeth" by The Crane Wives
You shoved the door behind you without even looking while you stormed in, fully intending for it to hit Loki but by the quick thud, he had caught it.
‘’you’re being childish.’’ He scoffed, half quiet but fully intending for you to hear while he shut the door properly and locked it.
You spun on your heel and stared at him as if looks could kill. ‘’me?? what about you?? What was that?!” you yelled, pointing at the door while he raised an innocent brow and walked closer.
‘’what was what?”
‘’that! That.. romance shit-‘’ you waved your hands around in search of the right world, choosing to have Loki make a distasteful face at the use of your language before he began shrugging off his suit jacket.
‘’we were under cover, remember? As lovers.’’ He reminded like you were a child, talking slow in some sort of mocking voice that made you want to chuck your high heels right at his head while you slipped them off.
‘’no- no no that was.. It was unnecessary..’’ you shook your head, giving a brief look of relief that although the tight cocktail dress you were wearing was uncomfortable, the heels off part made things one thousand percent better. Better with regardless of the fact that your under cover mission went haywire.
Okay well.. it was a success. To good actually. The two of you had to pose as lovers, a couple in one of New York’s cassinos to get a lead on a possible Hydra code exchange. The two of you even had damn wedding rings to seal the deal- a piece of jewelry you were currently trying to rip off your finger while you leaned on the back of the couch.
‘’I’m starting to think that perhaps you enjoyed my advanced.’’ Loki smirked, not at all bothered by your little tantrum with how he played his part well- hands on your waist, lips at your neck, fingers gripping your hair while flirting shamelessly in front of the enemy.
Distractions at it’s finest.
‘’and perhaps be in denial that you want a little more..’’
You hadn’t realized while you were internal monologuing that he had crossed the room towards you, rolling up his sleeves all sexy like up the meat of his forearm and completely holding eye contact with you. You, on the other hand tried to ignore his presence as soon as you were aware of it, staying put where you leaned and tried to look busy. You heard every word, but gods only knew how much you wished you could deny it.
The ring finally slipped off your finger, your hand practically flying back from how tight it had been but Loki caught your wrist in an instant, making you jump. His grip was firm, holding your hand up as if to examine the slight indent the metal had made into your skin while you worked at getting your arm back.
‘’your crazy..’’ you relied from his previous statement, hoping to cause some sort of distraction to remove his grip but he stubbornly didn’t budge, eyes flicking back to yours with a half-amused expression.
‘’and you can’t handle me.’’
‘’what??!” you gawked, managing to pull your arm back and cradling it protectfully close to yourself while his lips continued to pull up into a wide grin.
‘’see for yourself darling, even now your body betrays you.’’ He purred, his hands resting now on either side of you upon the couch where your ways of exiting was zero to none.
You hated him.. he was an okay partner and housemate amongst the Avenger’s tower, but that was probably because the two of you avoided each other- or.. you avoiding him. despite what a major pain in the ass he was, there was no denying how attractive and gentleman like he could be. Today was merely just an unexpected confirmation on just how much you wanted him, and his current close proximity wasn’t helping where you were surprised he couldn’t just tell by how much your heart was pounding.
‘’I don’t know what your talking about-‘’ you said dumbly to the literal god of lies, biting the inside of your cheek while he looked down his nose at you.
‘’no? then I’m sure you wouldn’t ‘give a shit’ if I do this..’’ he smirked, raising a hand up to gently place it on your cheek.
Instinctually you wanted to lean into it, how his cold skin felt perfect on yours, his smooth slender digits merely threatening to glide into your hair and reminded you what he had done earlier. You hadn’t realized you were blushing when you scoffed and shook his hand off to look away. ‘’nothing.’’
‘’really? How about.. here?” his hovering hand now ghosted finger tips along your neck, tracing your jawline before gliding down to practically memorize the curve where your breasts were pillowing. Not exactly touching you there but threatening that any second he would dip his hand down effortlessly for a literal handful. Your breathing came out shuddered and you were highly conscious of how your chest rose and fell where his hand practically waited.
‘’s-still nothing..’’
‘’nothing?” he smirked.
‘’nope.’’ You confirmed in a small voice, not even realizing how your fingers curled into the couch cushions behind you while your whole body stiffened.
‘’nope as in you feel nothing, or nope that you are denying not feeling something?” Loki asked innocently, his eyes following his fingers to where they barely dipped into your cleavage before pulling up whenever your breathing would hitch.
You almost didn’t hear his question, lips parting to search for words while your mind mildly fogged over with lust. Your eyes watched his veins while his hand began to move itself up, trailing over your collarbone before it eventually moved back up to cup your cheek again. Whether you knew it or not, you didn’t quite care when your head now leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering to meet his own before you attempted one last try to be stubborn.
‘’n-nope as in- mmph!”
The feeling of Loki’s fingers gliding through your hair and gripping hard made a gasp leave your mouth, granting him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in. your hands instantly gripped his shoulders, nails digging in while they debated on pushing him away, or pulling him in closer.
His mouth dominated yours, showing the passion and lust he had equally held back while you gave him the same amount of desperation- perhaps more. You were moaning in his mouth, feeling how his tongue massaged yours with his soft lips pressing hard amongst your kiss.
Loki’s hands now planted on the couch on either side of your hips, his body pressing against yours and causing your spine to bend where you were merely an inch from falling backwards. It was a tactic he did on purpose where it made you cling onto his body, your arm wrapping around his neck for support while your fingers discovered how soft his hair was.
You gripped into his locks, pulling hard and causing him to growl before he pulled back enough to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. ‘’little minx..’’ he purred, shoving his knee between your shaky legs while you fought the eternal resistance to lower yourself and begin increasing your pleasure.
Loki knew exactly what you wanted, but being Loki, he was fully intending on being cruel about it. He pulled away completely, the two of you panting while he took a step back and ran a hand through his hair, watching how you brushing a hand down your dress that would leave obvious wrinkles and a questionable story.
‘’get your ass to my chambers or ill grip your hair once more and drag you there myself.’’ Loki seethed, his voice raspy with his pupils blown.
Your legs instinctually squeezed together, your stubbornness already forming something snarky to say before the sound of the others became more existent down the halls, indicating that they were most likely coming here. Your body tensed, not knowing if Loki would plan on stopping whether the Avengers were here or not, but you knew your body craved more, and there was no way in Hel you were going to stop.
‘’now.’’ Loki hissed, taking a quick step towards you which acted as a perfect jump start to have you begin to quickly scoot and head down the halls.
By the time your hands reached out for the doorknob, figuring it must be open if Loki let you go first, his hand already slammed flat against it and pushed it open. The hinges might have broken but you had no time to check with Loki’s body pressing up against yours from behind to practically shove you in and close the door without so much as looking.
‘’I will warn you my dear, I will not be gentle about this.’’ Loki’s voice growled in your ear, feeling how his slender hands already had a hold of your waist before he spun you around to face him.
The smooth motion was enough to have you reach out and grip his shoulders, using him for secure balance while your eyes widened with each backward step he pushed you in. ‘’whatever fantasy of us being more, or that I may have a scrap of interest to better myself for you, we may explore later. I am who I am and I know what I want, and right now, I have ever intention of ruining you where the slightest thought of being with another will dissolve in an instant.’’
As soon as the last syllable left his lips, the back of your legs found the bed and his arms released you. You fell back willingly, meeting the mattress with a light bound before Loki leaned down to cage you in with his hands, his face returning to be as close to yours as it had been when he was leading you back.
His scent filled your nostrils in an instant, added from the scent you were already welcoming from his sheets. It was masculine, something mixed with pine and a substance you couldn’t quite name. his body was hovering above yours; his body heat was helping to warm your shivering form- although you shivered much with anticipation than how oddly cold the room was.
‘’I know you mean well darling, and I do adore you more than you might realize.. but just for right now.. I’m going to fuck you like I don’t..’’ his voice was barely a whisper, indicating how much his patience was probably holding on by a thread while his eyes began to roam down below your neck.
‘’like you said..’’ you said through breathy pants, horny as hell and desperate for the god above you. ‘’we can talk details later.. just fuck me..’’
No sooner did you finish your sentence, the sound of ripping fabric cut through the room before the temperature welcomed the new revealed skin when you realized he had torn your dress in half from the chest. SHIELD can deal with that purchase later- it was merely a costume from the mission that damn near started this whole thing.. and of course, you were finding every reason to be grateful about it when Loki took a step back from the bed to drink in now your naked form.
All except your panties of course..
‘’ohhh gods.. how I’ve longed to see all of you..’’ he whispered, his eyes never staying in one place while the evidence of what the sight of you does to him became clear within his straining pants.
Your cheeks heated up, legs squeezing together instinctually while you propped yourself up on your elbows. Normally you’d feel nervous, covering your stiff peaks instantly- but not now.. not from him.. you knew you wanted this badly enough, enough where you’d find yourself pouncing on him if he wasn’t stalking closer to you right now and grip your hips once more.
His fingertips sank against your skin, lifting you up easily and practically tossing you up more onto the bed to give him room to sink one knee upon the mattress and lower himself into a crawling position. ‘’little minx.. the thorn I craved to feel deeper into my side as much as I’d like to sink even deeper into you..’’ he growled, the buttons of his shirt straining to hold together while he moved himself slowly up your body withheld eye contact.
His legs moved to rest between yours, spreading enough to make yours widen for him. one slender hand rested just beside your head while the other hovered over your chest, a chuckle leaving his lips when he found you arching up to seek his touch.
Your own hands obediently stayed at your sides, your nails digging into the sheets to will yourself to stay still and legs shaking against the outside of his. Your doe eyes begged up at his piercing blue ones, hoping he’s seen your wants to be touched if his eyes hadn’t been so busy still looking over your exposed form.
‘’look at you.. I’d be willing to wager you’re already soaking for me and I hadn’t even nearly begun to touch you yet..’’
‘’just- mmm-‘’ you couldn’t hold back to moan when Loki’s smooth hand encased one of your breasts, gently squeezing it while his thumb rubbed and played with your nipple.
‘’soo responsive.. I wonder just how touch starved you really are when you’ve been so focused on those missions..’’ his voice was definitely mocking you, even now trying o gain a reaction while he squeezed and kneaded your mount.
Just before you had picked out the right insult for him, your words were cut off when his mouth took to your other breast, his tongue instantly going to flick at your peak before his hum sent vibrations right down to your core.
Yours hands couldn’t help themselves and raised to wrap around him, nails gliding up and down the back of his shirt, you were surprised you hadn’t ripped it. The feeling of your claws on him had him growl and arch into your touch, even lowering his torso enough for his bulge to rest right between your legs. Your legs went to clamp around his waist, hips raised to seek out more friction while your teeth bit into your bottom lip.
The obscene sight you could only image what the two of you looked like right now had you definitely grateful for his suggestion to take it to his room. Gods only knew what would happen if the team stumbled upon you both.. not only would your job and living arrangement be compromised, you’d also never live it down when everyone basically assumed the two of you dryly tolerated each other.
There was definitely nothing dry about this.
Loki’s mouth and hand would periodically switch places, tag teaming it to give each of your breast’s equal attention. Figuring Loki had enjoyed your nails raking down his back, practically memorizing his sculpted muscles like it were braille, you made your way up into his hair, gripping the locks enough for him to growl and lightly bite down onto your nipple.
A small yelp left your lips, easing your grip to give him clearly the win and felt the smirk against your flesh before he raised his head with a small pop at his mouth. His lips then trailed open mouth kisses up your chest, nipping your collarbone before burying his face into the crook of your neck, his breath causing goosebumps to run across your skin.
‘’I t-thought you were not going to be gentle..’’ you whispered, the teasing tone in your voice causing him to smirk and raise his head to look down at you, his weight now settling upon his forearms on each side of your head.
‘’I don’t want you to tear on me.’’ he teased, causing you to playfully scoff and raise your hips to brush against his clothed cock.
‘’please, I’m not gonna-‘’ you paused, body stilling to realize he had gotten impossible harder and impressively larger. Your eyes widened, your reaction not exactly being able to be hidden while Loki winked at you and raised himself to his knees.
‘’unless of course darling, you’d like to feel the full force of a god without so much as your complete, natural lubrication.’’
Your mouth still searched for words while your mind clouded over to watch how his hands reached for his zipper. He was going painfully slow on purpose and he knew it. In all honestly, your mouth was watering and you propped yourself up against to watch while the god before you began reaching in to pull out the monster.
‘’I’ve heard no protest,’’ he smirked, eyes trained on you while yours stayed below his waist. ‘’but from your scent alone, I think you just might be able to handle it.’’
He then pulled his cock out where it practically beckoned for you to spread your legs wider. There was no doubt it may be painful, regardless of how ready you were, but nothing could have torn you away from accepting this. You wanted it.. you wanted it all.. you wanted him..
He began stroking his thick cock in slow, thorough strokes, the drop of precum glistening at the tip while now and again he would run his thumb over it and coat the length.
Movement caught your eye and you noticed how his other hand reached forward and his fingertips curled at the top of your panties right below your navel. Your eyes flicked up to his, an expression of acceptance for once of his intentions before he had the audacity to wink at you again before snapping them off. At least those weren’t on SHIELD’s budget..
‘’and how right I am darling..’’ he nearly groaned, his legs keeping yours open wide while his hands moved to caress your hip bones, thumbs stroking your skin while his eyes gazed upon your glistening cunt.
It was unfair how much clothes he had on compared to you, you were literally naked while all he’d done was basically lose his jacket. You couldn’t complain, there were promises to hold for later and by gods was he hot with the strain of the buttons down his chest, the sleeves rolled up his arms and the mild white essence staining his pants already while his cock twitched now and again.
‘’I will not be gentle..’’ he warned again, his eyes watching your cunt as much as his sight would allow him before he finished positioning himself above you- hand beside your shoulder while the other gripped his cock.
‘’I know..’’ you whispered, your fingers back to gripping the sheets while your heart beat fast.
‘’I will be selfish..’’ he hesitated, eyes flicking up to yours while you squirmed with how he ran his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself while also stimulating your clit.
‘’please..’’
‘’what do we say?” he smirked, his voice breathy while he pressed his tip right at your weeping hole.
Bastard..
‘’please- gods Loki! Fuck me!” you almost whined, squeezing your eyes shut while in practical agony of the suspense.
‘’good girl..’’
Without warning- technically- he pushed himself in, sliding slowly and not pausing until he found himself to the hilt. The air almost got knocked out of you, a gasp leaving your lips while your back arched and the sting set in. he was to much! Your cunt strangled him while it scrambled to accommodate and loosen, the sting of your body stretching making you bite the inside of your cheek before you felt his thumb on your clit.
Your eyes fluttered open, blinking away a few tears while you quivered under his touch, feeling how his administrations on your clit acted like a sort of distraction while he allowed a slight pause for your body to figure things out. what did you expect from the god of lies.. he claimed to be cruel, yet was helping in small ways for you to be able to accommodate him. even now, your eyes looked up at him to see his brows furrowed with a look of concern on his face.
Your nails retracted from the bed, damn near having pierced the mattress with how tight you might have gripped. You took a deep breath, finding how your growing pleasure was helping to loosen things a bit more, the pain slowly fading off where it only left pleasure beginning to build. At one point with how your walls clenched around him, your body began to squirm with the need for movement, knowing it can only get easier from here while his thumb stroked faster your needy bud.
With the nod of your head and pink cheeks, Loki gave a return motion back with his head before he began sliding himself out to the tip. His eyes fluttered closed, his whole body tensing from his own pleasure while your walls searched for him again. You drew in another breath, feeling how your cunt continued to get soaked with his hand which made a squelching sound as soon as Loki pushed himself back in again.
The more he would pull out and insert, the more your walls would coat him. it almost didn’t feel possible, but you were getting hornier by the second to where you were moving your hips to meet his return, wanting him to go faster.
‘’p-please..’’ you whimpered, your body beginning to get shoved higher up the bed with each time he would penetrate you.
Loki smirked while he teased your clit, only looking at you briefly while his other hand moved closer beside your head for his thumb to stroke your cheek. ‘’does she need more?” he lightly teased, almost using a baby sound if your mind wasn’t fogging up to clarify what you heard.
You nodded eagerly, a moan being pulled out of you when he shoved in a bit harsher this time, causing even the wood of the bed to creek. Loki let out a breath, not knowing how long he was holding one before his eyes fluttered closed, his head dipping down to press his forehead against your shoulder before you felt his hips begin to move faster. It was the speed you needed while his thumb moved to switch for his pointing and middle finger, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts to get you closer and closer to orgasm.
‘’Norns.. you’re so tight-‘’ Loki groaned, the sound of slapping skin and wet noises filling the room before his breath hitched and raised himself to his knees.
Loki’s hands gripped your hips now, watching how your breasts bounced while now and again his eyes would drop to watch his cock disappear inside of you. Your head was thrashing from side to side, panting while his cock in this position hit that upper spongy spot of your vagina you knew would ruin you.
And it did.
Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your lips parting in a perfect ‘O’ with an almost pornographic moan that followed. Your back arched, arms threw up above your head while your eyes fluttered up to the ceiling. You heard him moan above you, feeling how your walls fluttered and clenched around him where it spurred his thrusts to go almost impossibly faster.
He had to be close.. had to..
But he didn’t cum, his hands gripped your hips tightly where you knew you’d have bruising the next day, the headboard banged against the wall now and your body began to twitch. The cruel reality of it all was, you forgot you were up against a god’s libido. Loki’s breathy huff of a chuckle drew your attention up to him in the haste of your pleasure. His eyes were drawn up, jaw slack but struggling to keep his smile while he continued to thrust into you without even a break in rhythm.
‘’I know you can give me one more darling, several more at best. But I’d rather finish you off in this position just once more..’’
‘’b-but..’’ you stuttered, already feeling how your body was tipping over the edge to be over stimulated yet there was that faintest hint of growing arousal you knew somehow Loki could feel.
‘’just one more darling.. just like this..’’ he breathed, his eyes dropping to watch himself fuck you before his eyes flicked up to see yours.
‘’L-Loki..’’ you moaned, not exactly knowing what you were asking but you knew with his changed rhythm now, you would have no choice but to give in.
His speed slowed but he pushed him hard, dragging his heavy cock against your G-spot before thrusting back in with relentless attention to that one area. Your breathing began to hitch; body began to tense while you propped yourself on your elbows to watch how he disappeared into you as well. It was so erotic, the mere sight alone could have made you came if your eyes hadn’t had fluttered so much with how blinding your pleasure was pushing you.
Before you knew it, you were right back to that glorious edge- right where he wanted you. He could feel it, how your walls would gradually begin to milk him once more while he would reach a hand to begin teasing your clit again. Your body twitched, your sensitivity feeding his amusement while he gazed down at you as if you were the most precious thing.
‘’cum for me Y/N.. squeeze around me, take what I give you, let the whole tower know who owns you..’’ he growled, his fingers rubbing faster while his thrusts began to resume his previous rhythm of slapping skin and creaking wood.
Whether it was magic, or him, you weren’t sure- but it was in that instant that your second orgasm snuck up on you and hit you hard. You practically screamed his name, moaning it out while Loki’s hand moved to push your chest down, brutally pounding into you a few more times before you felt his warm liquid begin to coat your walls, all while your drawn-out completion milked him for all that he had.
Loki panted above you, hands catching him beside your shoulders so his weight wouldn’t come down on you. His hair framed his face, falling down his shoulders while his hips slowed before they came to their complete stop, keeping you plugged while some leakage could be felt escaping between you to when there was no more room to fill. Your legs shook against him, hands above your head with your hair fanned out.
The scene looked like a hot mess and the room smelled of sex and cologne. His eyes fluttered open to look down at you, lips instantly pulling up to a grin at the sight while you panted and looked up at him through half lidded eyes.
‘’ill be sure to give you a healing spell for your soreness darling-’’ he said gently, slowly pulling out of you and you quivered at the feeling of emptiness and liquid running out.
You gave a small, grateful nod- cheeks reddening while realization of what you both just did begin to hit you. Gods.. there was no way in Hel this whole thing was gonna end up being a fling, and you could sense Loki could feel it to. You moved your body to sit up, pushing some of your hair out of your face before your hands gripped the bed to begin to stand.
A hand instantly laid on your chest, not at all pushing you down but rather making sure you didn’t get up. Your eyes flicked to a very lustful looking Loki who’s smirk only made you want to close your legs and open them more.
‘’-after I’m done with you..’’
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Unconventional Remedy (Avengers!Loki x Fem!Reader)
Summary: Reader is sick and Loki has an unconventional way to help her feel better.
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: Smut, sex while sick, oral sex (female receiving)
Rating: Mature (minors please dni)
AO3
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I knew that going on that mission with Wanda had been a bad idea, especially since it would be snowing and raining. Wanda’s magic gave her some protection for her immune system, but I was in bed with a cold by the time we got back to the compound.
Wanda seemed to feel guilty about me getting sick, since she was the one who had convinced me to go. She doted over me as I lay in bed with a headache and stuffy nose, making me some soup from a special Sokovian recipe, and making sure that I was drinking plenty of water. She kept apologizing to me, telling me how sorry she was, and how she should have known that I would have got sick easier.
Her words didn't do much to make me feel better; they only made me feel weaker and more pathetic. I eventually snapped at her, telling her to stop apologizing, and to just leave me alone to rest. I was relieved when she finally left my room, closing the door behind her, leaving me in silence save for the sound of the humidifier running softly, the steam helping slightly with my congestion.
The cold had taken a toll on me physically, and I soon found myself drifting into a feverish doze. I was on the verge of a deep sleep when I suddenly felt a presence in my room as if someone were watching over me as I slept. I had heard the lock click into place when Wanda had left earlier, so I knew it couldn't have been any of the other Avengers. And Vision had learned enough human mannerisms to know not to materialize into someone's room uninvited. I felt a tinge of annoyance as I tiredly wondered who would have the audacity to disturb my rest at this moment.
I was too tired to lift my head. The mattress dipped with the weight being put on it beside me, and the next thing I knew, I could feel a cool hand on my forehead. I felt myself relax. Loki’s touch was familiar, and I could tell it was him without even having to see his face. I imagined that I would be able to smell his scent; a mix between a deep woodsy smell mixed with a floral aroma that no cologne could ever replicate; if my nose was not so congested.
I could feel his lips against my cheek, and they felt cold against my feverish skin.
“Hello, darling… Thor and I are back from Asgard. Wanda told me that you had caught a cold.”
I could feel his arm drape over me, and I burrowed myself into his chest, imagining his arms like a fortress I could hide from the world in.
“It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have gone. I knew it would be snowing and raining.”
I could feel his hand in my hair and I closed my eyes, the sensation of him rubbing my scalp felt nice.
“I’m sorry, love…” I could feel his lips against my cheek as he pressed kisses down my cheek and my neck. “But I have a good idea as to what would make you feel better…”
I sighed as he pressed his familiar, intoxicating kisses across my skin. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him, as if his kisses could cause my cold and whatever was stuffing up my nose to melt away. I instead mumbled sleepily into the pillow.
“Loki… I really don’t want to get you sick…”
I could feel him chuckle against my skin. “Nonsense. I have a steel-like immune system. I am a god, remember?”
I would have rolled my eyes if I didn’t feel like it would have made my headache worse. “You were literally in bed with pneumonia last winter…” I reminded him.
I could feel his mischievous smirk as he pressed a kiss on my ear. “And do you remember what you did to help me feel better?”
His voice had a way of slithering its way into my head and wrapping around me like a perverse serpent. I could feel a chill run down my spine at the memory. Of him squirming and bucking underneath me as I pleasured him with my mouth…
“Perhaps it’s time for me to repay the favour…” I could feel him move aside the sleeve of my nightshirt to press kisses to my shoulder. His kisses were too intoxicating for me to resist, and I found myself craning my head back to give him better access to my neck, longing to feel the familiar sensation of his lips on my neck.
I was unable to hold back my moan as his lips found my neck, the pleasure breaking through to me even through my half-delirious state. The feeling of his teeth nibbling softly on my skin sent shivers through me that had nothing to do with my cold.
I barely registered the silk nightgown sliding off my body. Loki’s hands ghosted over my breasts as if admiring my form before suckling on my neck again.
“You’ll feel better once you’ve… released certain tensions.” I felt him murmur against my neck. My hands lazily raked through his silky black hair, as I sought his lips with a kiss. As he captured my lips with his, he effortlessly slid my underwear down my legs, tossing them to the side.
Loki massaged his skilful hands over my breasts, causing the sensation to spread through me and to my very core. It felt like I was extra sensitive due to my illness, as I squirmed and whimpered underneath his touch. He trailed one hand between my thighs as his thumb found my clit, pressing down ever so slightly.
Pleasure shot through me as my hips bucked up off the bed. He grabbed my hips and firmly, yet gently, held me in place.
“Now, now… I don’t want you to overexert yourself, love.” His voice had a taunting tone to it.
I whined and attempted to move my hips in an attempt to gain friction but he held me firmly into place. “Loki, please…”
He shushed me and kissed me gently. “Hush, darling… I’ll make you feel good like I always do. But you need to let me do all the work. You need the rest to recover.”
When I promised to lay still and not exert any energy, Loki kissed down my chest, kissing torturously slowly on the inside of my thighs as he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders.
My hands fisted in his hair when his mouth latched onto my core, and he began to eat me out slowly. Pleasure shot through me, as his silver tongue made paintings on my sex, his skilful fingers rubbing circles on my clit.
Pleasure overtook me, and I was unable to stop my hips from bucking up towards his face. He pinned my hips down with one arm while he continued his ministrations.
The combination of both his tongue and fingers stimulating me was becoming too much for me to bear. I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly as my heels dug into his back.
When I found my release, my back arched sharply off the bed as I was unable to stop the lewd moans escaping my mouth. I felt like the euphoric rush had evaporated my sickness, despite how temporary the relief might be.
Loki drank down every last drop of my release, his tongue thoroughly licking me clean. I couldn’t see his face due to the darkness of the room, but I could feel him smirking against me.
He pulled away briefly, only to disrobe before sliding into bed beside me. I pulled him close to me, feeling his sculpted chest that I had spent hours feeling up and worshipping so many times before and never getting tired of. He kissed me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
It was easier for me to breathe through my nose now, and my body was pleasantly exhausted from my intense orgasm. But I knew that Loki had needs too, and I longed to have him inside of me.
He pressed a loving kiss to my forehead before pulling the covers over both of us. “Rest, my love. You can hardly hold your head up.”
I murmured and ran my fingers through his silken raven hair. “But you…”
“Perhaps if you’re feeling better in the morning, we will go again. But you need the rest. Sleep, my darling…”
I could never resist the gentle lull of his voice as he pulled me against his chest. I rested my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat beating against my ear.
“I love you, Loki,” I whispered against his skin, inhaling his familiar woodsy scent now that my congestion had cleared up.
I felt his hands run through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. “I love you too, my dear. More than you could ever know…”
The last thing I felt was his lips gently kissing my forehead before the sound of his heartbeat and the warm feel of his naked body embracing me lulled me into a deep, sated sleep.
Series: Overtime (I don't have a masterlist for this, but if you enjoy these idiots, check out Daylight, a sort of sequel).
A/N: This was largely written prior to season 2 and posted right before episode 4, so it’s not entirely canon compliant and the parts that are may be compliant by accident.
Also, @give-me-a-moose and I were on a similar wavelength about Loki angrily reading romance novels and I would strongly recommend checking out her fic The Imagine Nation if you too are enthralled by this idea.
You don’t think that Mobius intended to keep Loki’s desk behind yours.
“It’s temporary,” he tells you apologetically. “He just needs somewhere to go for now, until I figure out what to do with him.”
“You’re talking about him like he’s a stray cat that you found,” you say.
“You won’t even know he’s there, I promise.”
“You’re still doing it.”
Mobius sighs and puts on his most sincere, earnest expression—the one that he always uses when he’s about to ask you for a stupidly massive favor.
And it’s only because you almost never, ever see this look from him that you back down.
“Okay, fine,” you say. “But he’d better be on his best behavior.”
Mobius puts his palms together and tips them toward you. “Thank you. You will not regret this, I promise.”
You sigh and shake your head. “Just remember this next time you’re budgeting for raises.”
But then—in a move that you certainly don’t expect—Loki ends up sticking around. And, in the subtle way that the stray you’ve been feeding slowly turns into your cat, Loki’s temporary desk becomes his permanent desk. And strangely enough, Mobius’ assurances turn out to be more correct than not: Loki does a lot of fieldwork and is often away; when he is at his desk, it tends to be because he is working on more complicated missions, the ones that require poring over mountains of files looking for patterns and trying to untangle the slippery mess of time itself.
Your work is decidedly less glamorous than Loki’s—almost no fieldwork, lots of files. Endless files. Some days you feel as though you must have seen every file in the TVA’s extensive library and then you’re immediately proven wrong by another wing of filing cabinets that you swear wasn’t even there before.
Although he is generally well-behaved as your desk neighbor, Loki’s presence has a way of distracting you. Even if you didn’t know who he was, your gaze would still naturally drift his way, lingering on those regal cheekbones, that ink black hair, that cunning smirk. The way that the fabric of his dress pants clings to his thighs certainly doesn’t help, to say nothing of how his forearms look with his shirtsleeves rolled up. He can make your heart start to race with no more than a casual glance in your direction and god help you if he gives you one of those devastating smiles. Luckily, you don’t think he takes that much notice of you. You have the sort of pleasantly dull exchanges of coworkers who don’t really know each other and he is almost painfully polite to you. It’s a strong departure from the way he interacts with others—with others, he is bold, charming, sarcastic, talkative, a far cry from the more subdued, almost courtly tone he strikes with you. It’s a difference that is so stark that you can’t help but attribute it to some sort of negative feeling on his end.
“How’s it going with Loki?” Mobius asks you during a one-on-one meeting a couple of months after Loki’s temporary desk becomes his permanent desk. “He’s behaving himself, right?”
“It’s been fine,” you say, “though truthfully, I don’t think he likes me all that much.”
“What? Of course he likes you,” Mobius says. “Why wouldn’t he like you? You’re lovely.”
You shrug. “I dunno, he’s just different with me than he is with everyone else. Like…overly polite. It’s like he thinks I’m going to send him to the principal’s office or something.”
“Let me get this straight,” says Mobius. “First you were worried that he wouldn’t behave himself and now you’re worried that he’s too well-behaved?”
Privately, you realize he has a point. Outwardly, though, you’re not going to admit it. The sardonic tilt of Mobius’ mouth suggests that he knows this.
“No, I just…I don’t think he likes me all that much,” you say. “And he’s entitled to that. People don’t like each other all the time, it’s not a big deal.”
This is also a little bit of a lie—you do wish he liked you. Loki is so magnetic it’s hard not to want his attention. And with the matter of your silly little crush, well…that doesn’t help either.
Mobius sighs. “I think you’re overthinking this. He likes you, sometimes it just takes him a little time to warm up. He’s a bit of a prickly guy.”
You bite down the urge to point out that you’ve seen him warm to other people almost immediately. This conversation has already gone on longer than you want and you are edging dangerously close to having to admit that you care so much because you have a big stupid crush on him, which is obviously unacceptable.
“Well, the point is that it’s fine,” you say quickly, trying to project an aura of cool confidence. “I don’t have any complaints, he seems like he’s settling in, so let’s move on. Did you have any feedback on my recent report?”
The furrow between Mobius’ eyebrows deepens just slightly, the only indication that he doesn’t fully believe you. But for whatever reason, he decides to let it go and follows your change in topic without further comment.
This is one of the reasons you like Mobius as much as you do: he always seems to know the right moment to push and the right moment to bend.
You’re not sure if your relationship with Loki would have changed had it not been for the problem of Charles Berlitz.
The joke around the office is that after Mobius convinced Loki to work for the TVA, he needed something new to obsess over and Charles Berlitz was the next best option. It’s hard to say exactly who Berlitz is, as he has a tendency of showing up, well…everywhere. He is quite literally in every timeline, at least as far as anyone can tell. Sometimes he is an author, penning serious, scholarly essays on outlandish theories like the Bermuda Triangle and the Philadelphia Experiment. He seems to have a fondness for all manner of schemes—he was responsible for introducing both homeopathy and multi-level marketing to no fewer than sixty different timelines. His ability to peddle bullshit naturally led him to politics—pick any rebellion, coup, or campaign on any given timeline and there’s a good chance you’ll also find Charles Berlitz.
Scammers and con artists are not atypical in your line of work, but what makes Charles Berlitz an enduring mystery is that he has never been found. You can have reputable documentary evidence that Berlitz was present at a certain time and location, but if you show up to investigate, he is never there. There have been some glimpses over the years—a shadowy face in the back of a crowd, the hem of a cloak disappearing behind a corner—but nothing concrete or substantive.
“Our ghost in the timeline,” Mobius had said in one of his more poetic moments at an all staff meeting, his voice overly hushed and dramatic. You had seen Loki roll his eyes and you had to fake a coughing fit to hide your laugh.
Time moves differently at the TVA, so it’s hard to say how long Mobius has been working on this case when he makes a breakthrough, but it’s not terribly long after your conversation about Loki. A campaign button had been found in an apartment that Berlitz rented for two years in the French Quarter. That particular campaign button could only have existed in one specific timeline and its distribution was limited. You aren’t entirely clear on all of the details, but Mobius seems to have a plan.
And unfortunately, that plan involves you giving up most of your weekend to work.
It’s near quitting time on what passes for a Friday at the TVA. Loki has been in today and you can hear him starting to pack up. Technically, he’s got twenty minutes of work left, but you’re not about to tell him that.
You doodle absently on your notepad. Technically, you’ve also got twenty minutes of work left, but realistically: nothing is happening.
“Oh, great, you’re both still here.”
In general, this phrase has never meant good news for you and when you look up, you see Mobius with a sizable armful of files.
Also not a great sign.
Mobius plunks the stack of files directly on your desk. “There’s been a development with Berlitz. I need you both to review these now.”
“It’s Friday,” says Loki, affronted. “Surely it can wait until Monday.”
“No can do. I need this done by Sunday at the latest,” says Mobius. “This is an all hands on deck situation.”
Loki glances pointedly at the office around you, which has already started emptying out for the weekend.
“All hands on deck, but most hands are already in the field,” Mobius concedes. “Which is why I need the two of you—” He points to you. “You because you’re good—” He gestures to Loki. “And you because you’ve got desk duty.”
“I beg your pardon—” begins Loki.
“He’s grounded,” Mobius says to you in an exaggerated stage whisper.
This is not surprising to you: you had heard a rumor last week about an incident that had occurred on a mission to the inauguration of Richard Nixon and you suspect that these two events are likely connected.
You look at the pile of paperwork on your desk. You could probably get through it on your own in a couple of hours, but if Loki’s helping, maybe you still have a shot at having Saturday to yourself. You bite back a sigh. “What do you need me to find?”
“Anything that mentions anyone from the Lucchese crime family or Nero Variant N2815,” says Mobius. “I’ll go get the rest.”
Your heart sinks. Farewell, Saturday. “There’s more?” you say.
“It’ll be triple overtime, I already got it approved!” he calls over his shoulder
You sigh and glance at Loki who is scowling at the pile of files as though they’d wronged him personally.
There’s a long moment of silence before you speak. “Is there any truth to the rumor I’ve been hearing about the Nixon inauguration?” you ask.
“If it involved a hot air balloon, then yes,” he says rather tonelessly.
“Well.” You pause as you stare at the pile of papers. “At least it was worth it.”
That at least earns you a hint of a smile.
*
Several hours later, your stomach is growling and you’ve developed a rather impressive crick in your neck.
You lean back in your chair, stretching your neck to the side and rubbing the knot that is pulsing in your upper trapezius. Office work has done nothing positive for your posture in general, but tonight’s work has you hunched over more than usual and your neck is aching.
You and Loki have made good progress, but your pile of finished and sorted files is scarcely comparable to the full cart that Mobius had brought in. Back when the evening was new and you weren’t quite so tired, you’d been optimistic about possibly having half a Saturday free from work; that hope has slipped away the longer the evening has dragged on. Now you’re hoping that you’ll still have a bit of Sunday to yourself and even that feels unlikely.
Your stomach growls again. You should probably eat something—you’d worked through your regular dinner hour in a fit of misplaced optimism. The cafeteria is closed this time of night, but there’s a vending machine not far from your office that has shitty coffee and mostly edible sandwiches.
You stand and stretch, stifling a yawn as you turn around. “I’m gonna grab a coffee and some dinner,” you say. “Do you want anything?”
Loki looks up at you from the file in front of him, blinking somewhat dazedly and running a hand through his messy curls. “I’d like to stretch my legs a bit, if you don’t mind the company.”
You honestly didn’t expect him to want to join you. It’s a pleasant surprise, certainly, but also a little nerve wracking in the way that interacting with Loki always is. He’s so handsome and aloof and you’re not quite sure how to talk to him without acting like a total fool.
But you’re also not about to say no, either.
“Of course,” you say, “I don’t mind at all.”
The TVA is unusually quiet at this time of night—the steady hum of fluorescent lights and the murmur of distant voices is all that accompanies the tap of your shoes on the linoleum. It only heightens the jittery, nervous feeling you get from Loki—like your stomach is filled with drunk, lightning struck butterflies.
“Are you finding much?” asks Loki as you enter the hallway together.
You shrug. “A bit. Mostly on the Nero variant. I’m not having as much luck with the Luccheses.”
“I’ve got all of their property transfers, I think,” he says. “Renato Lucchese never met a vineyard he didn’t like.”
“Or racehorses, from what I understand,” you say. “I think that’s how he lost most of his money.”
You arrive at the vending machines. Loki looks at the vending machines and then back at you, a somewhat puzzled and troubled expression on his face.
“This is what you meant when you said you were going to get coffee and dinner?” he says.
You shrug. “Yeah, what’s wrong with this?”
He points at the coffee machine. “Mobius calls that machine Satan’s coffeemaker, does he not?”
“Yes, but I know how to trick it into giving me something that’s almost palatable,” you say.
Loki gives you a rather dry look. “Something that’s almost palatable?”
“I mean, I’m just trying to manage your expectations. It’s still pretty shitty coffee, it just tastes less burned.”
He looks at you for a long moment before tilting his head toward the hallway. “Come on, let’s go.”
It’s your turn to look skeptical. “What are we doing?”
“We’re going out for dinner.”
*
He takes you to a twenty-four hour diner called Frank’s that’s maybe a five minute walk from the TVA. It’s one of those places with yellowing Formica tables and big booths covered in red faux leather patched with the occasional square of duct tape. It smells like coffee and grease with a faint odor of cigarette smoke despite the prominent no smoking signs.
“I wouldn’t have thought this kind of place was your style,” you say as you sit down in a booth next to the window.
“I’ve expanded my horizons,” he says, sliding into the seat across from you.
An older woman with greying blonde hair approaches your booth. She wears a nametag reading “Connie” in big capital letters, a sticker of a pink cat stuck on the space next to her name.
“How y’all doin’ tonight?” she says as she hands you each a laminated menu. She looks at Loki. “You want your usual?”
“Please,” he says.
“You got it.” She turns to you. “How ‘bout you, hon, can I get ya started with something to drink?”
“Coffee would be great.”
“All right, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
You raise your eyebrows at Loki as she walks away. “You eat at diners and you have a usual order. My expectations are being completely upended.”
He returns your pleasantly amused expression. “And you have vending machine coffee for dinner. It’s a revealing night.”
“I mean, I don’t actively seek it out,” you say. “It’s a convenient option that I exercise only when I have no other choice.”
“No other choice?” A sly smile curls at his lips. “Do you not have the entire array of space and time at your fingertips?”
“Well, first of all, we aren’t supposed to use TemPads for personal errands without a supervisor’s approval.”
“Technically.”
“No, actually. It’s in the personnel manual. Like verbatim.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You would put yourself through the egregious physical suffering of vending machine coffee simply to appease the capricious whims of our cruel overseer Miss Minutes?”
You bite back a laugh. “You know she’s not actually our boss, right?”
“I can’t discount that possibility. She wields a concerning amount of power within the organization.”
Connie is back with your drinks—coffee for you and tea for Loki. “Sunday Special?” she asks Loki as she sets a metal teapot and empty mug in front of him.
“Please,” he says.
“You got it.” She looks at you. “Didya get a chance to look at the menu or do you need a minute?”
You’re feeling a little daring. “I’ll try the Sunday Special as well.”
“All right, two Sunday Specials comin’ right up,” she says, collecting your menus.
“So, what’s in a Sunday Special?” you ask Loki as you take a sip of your coffee.
“Boiled fish eggs, mainly,” he says, pouring the hot water into his tea mug.
“Liar,” you say promptly.
He raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t even look at the menu, how could you know?”
“Places like this don’t serve fish eggs,” you say. “Way too unusual and definitely the wrong price point.”
“I suppose you’ll just have to see,” he says with a playful glint in his eyes. The easy charm that you’ve seen him use with the others is on full display and it’s enough to make you giddy. Maybe he doesn’t dislike you after all.
“Well, if it’s fish eggs, you’re picking up the bill,” you say, “and I’ll be getting something else instead.”
“You’d really hold me responsible for your impulsive dinner selections?”
“Yep. And I don’t even feel bad about it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you could be so unforgiving.”
“Well, you don’t know me all that well.”
“To be fair, you keep to yourself quite a bit.”
“A little bit,” you say. “But also to be fair, you haven’t really asked.”
“On work time?” he says, widening his eyes in mock horror. “That would mean write ups for both of us, I couldn’t let that happen.”
“I think I know enough about you to know that getting in trouble is not one of your primary concerns.”
He gives you a sly smile, like you’ve caught him out and he likes it. “That’s a diplomatic way to put it.” He takes a sugar packet from the dispenser on the table and tears it open before pouring it into his mug. “Well, we’re on break now, so you can safely tell me something about yourself.”
You drum your fingers on your coffee mug. “What do you want to know?”
“Well, this can’t be the only part of your life. Who are you outside the TVA? What did you do before this?”
That giddy feeling comes to a screeching halt and you take in a long, slow breath. It’s a simple question, one that most people can answer to some degree. For you, though, it’s a bit more complicated.
“Well,” you say. You take a sip of your coffee, mostly to give your hands something to do. “I don’t actually know—I chose not to remember when they gave me the option.”
You’re surprised by how gentle his eyes are when you look up. “My apologies,” he says, “I didn’t realize.”
“It’s okay,” you say and you really do mean it. “You couldn’t have known.”
Usually, you say something like this and then gently redirect the conversation, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes you want to continue. Like maybe he understands difficult things and doesn’t mind hearing about something that others would shy away from.
“When they told us everything and said they could fix our memories…” You clear your throat and focus your gaze just above his shoulder. “It’s weird, but I just had a feeling that it wouldn’t be good for me to know…that something really bad had happened. So I asked Mobius to check for me, just to be sure…” You swallow, blinking hard.
You remember how sad Mobius’ eyes were, how he’d gently placed a hand on your shoulder and said, “I think you’re making the right call, kid.”
“It’s not really okay, is it?” Loki says softly.
You shrug. “I mean, it’s…it is what it is.”
“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”
“It’s not a lie—”
He raises a skeptical eyebrow and you remember that he is, in fact, the god of lies.
“It’s more like…I can’t really miss what I don’t know, but at the same time, the reality of that absence hurts a little. So maybe not exactly okay, but not exactly not okay, either.”
There’s a lot of kindness in his gaze and you have to look away because it makes your head spin and your breath catch in your throat. “I’m not really sure if that makes sense,” you say.
“It does.”
There’s a silence between you, but it’s not uncomfortable.
“Do you…do you think you’d want to forget if you had that option?” You’re not entirely sure what prompts the question and you regret it almost as soon as it leaves your mouth. “I’m sorry, that’s probably too personal.”
He shakes his head and there’s a warmth in his eyes that you don’t expect. “I rather think I owe you one.” He pauses, running a finger around the rim of his mug. “Sometimes I do,” he says finally. “It can be quite painful remembering.” He worries his lip between his teeth. “But I’m not sure who I would be without the knowledge of my past, either.” His gaze flicks back to you. “What’s it like for you? Do you feel like you know who you are without those memories?”
It’s a good question—one you’ve never been asked. “I mean, it’s hard to say for sure. I think I do,” you say. “Sometimes I wonder if I was different in my timeline. Maybe I was kinder because I had different experiences that made me more empathetic. Maybe I wasn’t—maybe I was worse. Maybe I had a villain arc.”
He chuckles. “That doesn’t seem likely.”
“I dunno, maybe it explains the vending machine coffee and my fish egg related threats,” you say and you feel almost giddy when he returns your smile. “Or maybe I’m the same and all those experiences that shaped me are just scars I can’t see.” You shrug and take a sip of your coffee. “At the end of the day, though, that timeline is gone. I’m all that’s left. It’s sad, but it’s also freeing, in a way.”
He nods. “Mobius has said much the same.”
You smile slightly. “Our philosophies are similar, I suppose, though I think there are probably more bits of his past self in his present self than he realizes.”
Loki grins. “It’s the jet skis, isn’t it?”
“I mean, I just don’t think most normal people spend that much time expounding on the reliability of the Yamaha engine versus the pure, raw power of the Kawasaki.”
Loki holds up a finger. “But have you gotten the lecture about Yamaha’s braking system?”
“I think I have that memorized at this point.”
“‘The perfect choice for families.’”
“‘You just tap the brakes. Just tap them. Perfectly smooth stop every time.’”
“‘Reliability meets affordability.’”
“‘You can’t say no to that.’”
You think you probably could have riffed on this for a bit, but you’re interrupted by the arrival of Connie with your dinner.
The Sunday Special turns out to be a fairly traditional breakfast—eggs, hash browns, two fluffy pancakes, sausage, toast, a little bowl of strawberries.
“Definitely lots of fish eggs in this meal,” you say to Loki after Connie leaves.
His smile is small, but genuine. “You haven’t looked under the pancakes yet.”
You feel it then, but you don’t fully understand until later that this dinner has unlocked something important between the two of you. After months of awkward, stilted conversation, it’s like you finally understand how to talk to each other. And you’re surprised to find that even outside of your big stupid crush, you actually like Loki. You like his sly smiles and his dry humor and how easily the two of you fall into a routine of playful banter. You click in a way that surprises you, in a way that makes you mourn the lost potential of all those awkward, stilted months and feel giddy about the possibilities ahead.
Dinner is over too soon and you walk back to the TVA feeling revived from the coffee and the conversation.
Disaster awaits you back at the office, though: you’d left a stack of the Nero variant files on your desk and evidently the construction was too precarious, as the entire pile had tipped off your desk and spilled to the floor, contents scattered everywhere.
“Fucking hell,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. You’re not sure whether you want to laugh, cry, or scream. Possibly, it’s all three.
“Here.” Loki is bending down on the floor to gather the files. You studiously try to not ogle his ass or thighs. Or at least not obviously. “Clear off some space on your desk—I’ll help.”
Twenty minutes later, you’ve set up an entirely new system—Loki has dragged his chair over to your desk and the cart of unsorted files sits between you, like a surly metallic chaperone. And even later when you’ve sorted out all of the files from the floor, he remains parked at the end of your desk, a stack of new, unsorted files in front of him. Admittedly, it’s a lot more efficient for you to work like this: privately, though, it gives you a warm glow that has nothing to do with workplace efficiency.
“I’ve invented a new game,” he says some time later.
“What’s that?”
“Every time either one of us finds documentation showing Renato Lucchese losing money on a racehorse he was told was not a good investment, I get to have a drink.”
You look up at him. “Look, I know you’re a god and everything, but I am pretty sure that will kill you.”
He sighs and tosses the file into the Lucchese pile. “I think it would add a little excitement to the evening, don’t you?”
You raise your eyebrows and look back at the file in front of you. “You mean this isn’t your idea of a fun Friday night?”
“My idea of a fun Friday night includes far fewer files and a lot more debauchery,” he says, taking a new file from the cart.
You glance at the clock. “Well, it’s only eleven. I don’t usually start body shots until after midnight.”
“What are body shots?”
For one horrifying moment, you think that you’re going to actually have to explain this to him, but then you get a good look at his expression.
He’s teasing you.
“You’re an ass,” you say, swatting him on the shoulder with the file you’re holding.
He wags a finger at you. “That’s workplace violence. I’m going to have to report that.”
You lean back in your chair and return to your file. “I’m pretty confident that you’ll be put off by the amount of paperwork that process requires.”
He shakes his head as he returns to his own file. “Uncontrolled bureaucracy is how bad actors escape accountability.” There’s a brief pause. “And…there’s another racehorse.”
You continue on like this for the rest of the evening, occasionally chatting and Loki proving definitively that the Renato Lucchese racehorse drinking game could not be played without resulting in a fatality. It’s nice, though. Yes, it’s sorting files and yes, it’s not the most intellectually riveting task you’ve ever done, but spending time with Loki is nice. It’s because of this that you find yourself trying to stay awake, pushing past your looming exhaustion.
But around two, you can’t quite fight the heaviness of your eyelids any longer and you doze off in the middle of a report on the sinking of the Lusitania.
“Hey.” Loki is gently shaking your shoulder. The way he says your name in that deliciously deep voice makes you want to swoon and you’re glad that you have the ready made excuse of sleepiness to explain any embarrassing behavior on your end.
“I think you’d better call it a night,” he says gently. “Get some sleep and come back with fresh eyes.”
“What about you?” you say. “Are you going to do the same, or are you just all talk?”
He smiles at you and it warms you to the very tips of your toes. You could bask in that smile like a cat in a sunbeam.
“I’m starting to fade a bit myself,” he says
“Very convenient,” you say and he grins at you.
“Come on, I’ll see you back home.”
Part of you wants to protest—there’s really no need for him to walk you home—but a larger, louder part of you wants to let it be, prolong the magic of tonight for just a little longer.
There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you walk out of the office together.
“What time do you think you’re going to come in tomorrow?” he asks as you approach the residential wing. “It’s probably sensible to coordinate our efforts a bit.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point,” you say. “I was thinking nine, but that will be dependent on how much coffee I have.”
“Yes, about that,” he says. “I cannot stand idly by and watch you torture yourself with vending machine coffee.”
“Well, the cafeteria will be open, so I was going to torture myself with cafeteria coffee, which is at least thirty percent less over brewed.”
He clicks his tongue. “You’re not making a compelling case for yourself.”
“To be fair, it’s quite late and I’ve been staring at files for hours.”
“All the more reason to get decent coffee,” he says. “We’re going out for breakfast.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, we are?”
“Consider it an intervention,” he says. “I’ll come collect you at eight.”
You’re not quite sure if this is just his natural confidence and swagger coming through or if he’s flirting with you and this counts as a date.
“Where are we going?”
“I know a place.”
*
The place in question turns out to be a food cart in Central Park in 1998.
“Should I even bother asking if you have supervisor approval for this?” you say, looking skeptically at the time door glimmering before you.
Loki scoffs. “I don’t have a supervisor.”
“You do. It’s Mobius.”
“That can’t be right, we’re peers.”
“You’re absolutely not. Did you read any of the onboarding materials?”
He ignores your question. “I don’t see why I’d even need a supervisor, honestly.”
You snort. “Need I remind you of what happened at the Nixon inauguration?”
He spreads his hands in front of him. “It’s not my fault that I’m the only one with a sense of humor.”
“I’m not entirely sure that was the problem,” you say. “Gerald Ford is never going to be the same, from what I understand.”
Loki waves a dismissive hand. “He’ll be fine, the tail isn’t permanent. Now, are you coming or not?”
You roll your eyes at him and make a halfhearted complaint about proper protocol, but you know that you’re walking through that time door and not looking back. You knew that before he even posed the question.
The food cart is owned by a man named Samir who has a wide smile and booming laugh. He talks to Loki like he’s a friend and he tells you that you have the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. You are fairly certain he’s exaggerating, but you stuff a few extra bills into the tip jar anyway.
“I can’t believe you fell for that,” says Loki as you walk away, each carrying a coffee and a brown paper bag with a breakfast sandwich.
“Fell for what?” you say, batting your eyes at him. “I do have beautiful eyes.”
“I’ve heard him say that on at least thirty separate occasions.”
“Yeah, but this time he really meant it. I could tell.”
He rolls his eyes and leads you to a park bench overlooking a wide, grassy field. The leaves are just starting to change and the air has a little bit of a bite to it.
You sit down on the bench and take a sip of your coffee.
“It is good coffee, I’ll give you that,” you say.
“See,” says Loki, “you can’t go back to that vending machine sludge after this.”
“I mean, if it’s eleven o’clock at night and I’m on a deadline, I can.”
“Darling. You have a TemPad.”
“Loki. Read the personnel manual.”
He wrinkles his nose. “It’s not really my genre.”
You roll your eyes and take out your breakfast sandwich. “What is your genre?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that a serious question?”
“Of course it is,” you say. “I love talking about books.”
He gives you a slight smile and takes a sip of his coffee. “A little bit of everything, honestly,” he says. “Philosophy. Magical theory. History. Politics. Anything from Asgard, really, though it can be a bit more challenging getting some of those titles.”
“I’ve had pretty good luck with the Library of the Sacred Timeline—have you checked there yet?”
He frowns. “I’m not familiar.”
“Oh, you’d like it—it’s on the eighteenth floor. It’s intended to be a collection of the greatest works of literature from as many branches of the timeline as possible,” you say. “It started as a research project, but people liked it and it just kind of evolved into this huge collection. They’ve actually got a pretty sizeable collection of books from Asgard.”
It’s like you’ve told him that his personal paradise had been located on the eighteenth floor this entire time. “Will you show me?”
He is practically vibrating with the sort of anticipatory, manic energy that you typically would associate with Christmas morning right before you tear into presents. It’s sweetly endearing.
“Of course.”
Ten minutes later, you’re leading him through the winding hallways on the eighteenth floor. You’re not surprised he hasn’t heard about the library—it’s a bit out of the way and the eighteenth floor is so poorly designed that it’s not terribly easy to find.
The design of the library is a sharp departure from the rest of the TVA. The shelves and floors are made of the kind of dark mahogany that you typically see in the kind of estates that look like something directly out of a Jane Austen novel. Worn oriental rugs muffle your footsteps on the creaky wood floors and the air smells faintly of dust and paper.
There’s a subtle change in Loki when you walk through the doors—almost like a muscle in his shoulders finally relaxes and he seems truly at home for the first time since he arrived.
You touch his hand. “This way.”
You lead him into the stacks, back to the far corner, right after the books from Alfheim.
“You can borrow whichever ones you like,” you say softly. “There’s a sign out sheet at the front desk.”
He nods, though you don’t think he really hears you—he only has eyes for the shelves, his gaze sweeping across the spines like they’re old friends. You’re about to excuse yourself to give him a little privacy when his brow furrows and he exhales sharply. “Oh, you can’t be serious.”
“What is it?”
They have the entirety of the finest Asgardian literature at their disposal. Untold centuries of the writings of our greatest minds—” he plucks a book off the shelf, “—and they choose to include this?”
The title looks fairly innocuous—a red, leather bound book with the title The Cloistered Heart embossed in gold script on the front. You take the book from him and open it. “What’s the problem with this?”
“It’s inconsequential fluff, literary pablum of the highest order.”
This is the Loki that you’re more familiar with and a smile curls at your lips. Almost on cue, you flip the book open to a chapter titled “The Wedding and Bedding of Aloisa.”
You bite back a laugh and look up at him. “It’s a romance novel.”
“Precisely my point,” he says. “To think that this is on the same shelf as Nielsen and Auber.”
“That’s kind of how libraries work,” you say, flipping further into the book. The phrases “throbbing length” and “eager moans” draw your eye and you have to tamp down another laugh. “Oh, and it’s a sexy romance novel.”
“It appeals to the lowest common denominator, yes.”
“What, so you’re too good for a bodice ripper?”
He scoffs. “I prefer to do the bodice ripping myself, not read some overwrought description of it.”
You are glad you’re looking at the book because you’re pretty sure you’d disintegrate if you had to make eye contact with him while he delivered that line. “Oh spare me,” you say lightly, snapping the book shut and drawing it to your chest. “I’m gonna read this.”
He blows out a puff of air. “It’s a waste of your time.”
“I’ve got lots of time, I can afford to waste it,” you say cheekily. “Besides, I’m curious to see what kind of book turns the god of mischief into a pearl clutching prude.”
Loki sputters. “Prude? Darling, let me assure you, I’m no prude—”
“I’ll leave you to browse,” you say with a grin as you turn away from him. “Come find me at the front when you’re ready to go.”
You’re a few chapters into the book when Loki rejoins you at the front of the library, a small stack of books tucked under his arm.
You close your book with a snap. “This book is a delight. I think your real issue is just that you’re no fun.”
He scoffs. “I’m very fun.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
You bicker playfully back and forth as you check out your books and leave the library. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you spent much more time there than you’d planned. You can’t quite bring yourself to worry about that, though, not with the memory of Loki’s wonderstruck expression burning so bright in your mind.
There’s a bit of a lull in the conversation as you wait for the elevator.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
“For what?”
“For showing me that.”
“Of course. I’m sorry you didn’t know about it sooner.”
He looks at you, lips parting slightly like he’s about to say something. His tongue swipes briefly over his bottom lip and you would swear that his gaze drops to your mouth for just a second.
For just a second—one heady, slightly irrational second—you think he might be about to kiss you.
The ding of the elevator arriving breaks the spell, startling you just a little. You run a hand through your hair, trying to give off the impression of composure even as your heart beats wildly in your chest.
Loki gestures to the elevator doors. “After you.”
There is a group of analysts in the elevator already, chatting animatedly and completely obliterating any chance you may have had at recapturing that moment.
You try not to dwell too much in contemplating what ifs or timeline branches—often, it feels too much like work, something Mobius might assign you.
But you know that the possibility of that moment—what if the elevator had been a hair slower, what if those analysts had taken a different route, what if you were braver—you know that’s something that’s going to haunt you for a while.
*
You wouldn’t give up that time in the library for anything—it’s one of those moments that feels formative, something that you’ll return to again and again for one reason or another.
But it’s also true that it’s time that you probably could have used for sorting files and as Saturday ticks on, you can’t help but wish you had a way to pull another hour out of somewhere.
“We’re not going to be able to make this deadline, are we?” you say with a sigh.
It’s getting late into the evening and the cart of files still to be sorted still remains depressingly full, despite the fact that you’d brought both lunch and dinner back to your desk so you could continue working.
Loki eyes the remaining files. “I think we might. We made good progress today.”
You rub your eyes. “My brain feels like it’s about to leak out my ears.”
Loki takes the file you are working on and sets it back in the stack of unsorted files. “I think that might be a sign it’s time to turn in,” he says.
“There’s still so much left.”
“There’s still tomorrow.”
You reach for the file. “Well, let me just—”
He pulls your hand away from the pile. “You can come back to it in the morning. Besides, if you’re this tired, you’re not going to do good work anyway.”
He squeezes your hand and drops it. It’s brief enough to still be friendly, but unusual enough to make you wonder and send your mind racing back to that moment by the elevator.
You shake the thought away. It’s late and you’re tired.
You heave a world weary sigh and slump back in your chair. “I hate it when you’re right.”
To his credit, he only smirks a little. “Come on. I’ll walk you back.”
Once again, there’s no reason for him to do this, but once again, you’re inclined to let him.
You pack up for the evening and walk out of the office side by side. You’re trying very hard not to think about the fact that this is likely the last night that you’ll do this, that tomorrow the assignment will be over.
As you near the residential wing, you start to hear distant shouts. If you inhale deeply, you catch a very faint whiff of explosives—you’re not sure what kind.
“I think someone brought work home,” you say with a sigh.
This happens from time to time—things get out of hand in the field or something happens when retrieving an asset or a target and all hell breaks loose at the TVA. Mobius had once referred to it as “bringing work home” and the name had stuck.
“Wasn’t there an incident in this wing not long ago?” asks Loki.
“Yes.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I had to call off the next day—I got no sleep that night.” You listen carefully, trying to determine the source of the noise and the status of the problem. “But maybe it’s almost over,” you say with an optimism you don’t fully feel. “Sometimes these things are resolved really quick.”
Your heart continues to sink the closer you come to your home. The acrid burn of explosives only increases and you think you catch the low, dull roar of something not quite human.
And indeed, when you turn the final corner, you are immediately stopped by an electric blue barrier being monitored by a hunter. G-21–you’ve worked with her on a couple of missions before.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.
“There’s an ongoing incident in this area,” says G-21 and you almost want to laugh because no shit.
“How long do you think it’s gonna be closed off?” you ask.
She shrugs. “We’re at a code 54 right now, but it’s probably gonna escalate.”
With pitch perfect timing and before you can even try to remember what a code 54 means, there’s an almighty crash and a low bellow.
“Go!” she yells before running toward the commotion amid frantic calls for backup.
Loki is grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a run.
Your standard issue work shoes are comfortable enough on a day to day basis, but you certainly want to have words with whoever decided that leather soled shoes with absolutely no grips were a good choice for a building floored almost entirely in linoleum. In a low stakes situation, it’s meant occasionally you wipe out in the cafeteria and hurt nothing but your pride. In this situation, it means that Loki’s firm grip on your hand is the only thing keeping you upright.
But there’s a small mercy in that while you can still hear distant crashes and shrieks, whatever is happening down that hallway doesn’t seem to be following you and eventually, you both slow to a brisk walk and Loki drops your hand.
You haven’t even had a chance to consider where you are going to sleep tonight. You could probably curl up on that terrible couch in the office and just plan on getting up early enough to run back to your place for a quick shower and a change of clothes…assuming the incident resolves by then—
“You can stay with me,” says Loki, as though he can hear you trying to sort this out.
“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just—”
“If you say you’re going to sleep on that terrible couch in the office, I will personally take you to the most boring governmental proceeding I can find and leave you there until you come to your senses.”
“Sounds like a great place to fall asleep,” you say.
His eyes glint, but his tone brooks no arguments. “You’re staying with me tonight.”
You sigh, but you can’t think of a counterpoint. “When did you get so bossy?”
“Darling, I’m a prince,” he says with a bit of a wry smirk. “It’s my birthright.”
Loki lives on the opposite end of the residential wing and his place looks quite a bit like yours—he’s got an extra window in the kitchen but the floor plan is otherwise the same. A lot of his furniture is standard issue, but there are little details that make it seem more personal: an area rug with a bit of fraying on the edges, a painting of what you think is an Asgardian landscape, a vase filled with dried flowers so delicate they look like they might disintegrate if you were to touch them. And books—so many books. Books on shelves, stacked on the coffee table, tucked into the little rack that you know is meant to hold magazines. Hardbacks, paperbacks, leather bound, dog-eared, well-worn and brand new. It’s no wonder he was so excited about the library.
“Have a seat,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “I’ll get some things for you.”
You sit down and he disappears down the hall. You idly examine the books stacked on the end table next to you. Many are quite clearly from Asgard and it sparks a pang of sympathy—it’s like his homesickness is on full display in his living room and there’s something sweet and sad about seeing that vulnerability laid so bare.
He returns a few minutes later with a pair of pajamas, a toothbrush, and a hand towel.
“Here,” he says, handing you the pile. “Bathroom’s just down the hall. I’ll make up a bed for you.”
“Thanks.”
In the bathroom, you realize that the pajamas he’s given you aren’t the standard set you can order from the TVA. These are made of a dark emerald silk that ripples over your skin like water, and somehow, that makes it feel a thousand times more personal than if he’d loaned you a standard set. They don’t fit quite right on you, but they’ll work well enough for tonight.
You brush your teeth and attempt to get through as much of your evening routine as you can before collecting your clothes and exiting the bathroom.
When you return to the living room, you expect to find that he’s made up a bed for you on the couch. These living units only have one bedroom—it would be quite reasonable to have you sleep on the couch.
You do not expect to find a pajama clad Loki stretched out reading on the couch, a blanket over his lap and his head propped up on a pillow like he intends to sleep there.
You exhale slowly. “Please tell me you are not giving up your bed.”
“Don’t be absurd, of course I am,” he says without even looking up from his book. “The point of this was to prevent you from sleeping on a couch, not simply put you on a couch in a different location.”
You wish you had something to throw at him. “You don’t even fit on that couch.”
“Luckily, my knees bend. Besides, you’re a guest,” he says, as though that settles it.
You roll your eyes and plunk yourself down in the armchair across from the couch, setting your pile of clothes on the floor. “I’m not moving until you give up the couch.”
He finally looks up from his book. “You’re really going to do this?”
You examine your fingernails, flicking away an invisible speck of dust. “I’m not the one being unreasonable. I’m simply meeting you at your level.”
“If you think that I’m being unreasonable and you’re also saying you’re meeting me at my level, does that not mean you are admitting that you are being unreasonable?”
“It’s nearly one o’clock in the morning. I’m not arguing semantics with you.”
“Fine.” His eyes glimmer as he sets his book down and slowly rises to his feet. “But you’re still not sleeping on the couch.”
“Oh, you’re going to be so disappointed when you realize how wrong you are,” you say. You think you see your opening and you try to play it cool.
He’s walking toward you, leaving your path to the couch wide open. In your head, you can see exactly how this works: you’ll spring from your chair and dart around the coffee table before diving onto the couch like a baseball player sliding into home plate, soundly defeating Loki. Easy peasy.
Instead, what happens is that you spring to your feet and Loki moves with inhuman speed, grabbing you around your waist and pinning you to the front of his chest, stopping you in your tracks almost immediately.
“I suppose I should have expected that,” he says. Your back is facing him, but you can almost hear the dry, sardonic look he’s giving you.
“Probably,” you say. “God of mischief and all.” You struggle fruitlessly against his iron grip. “You can let me go now.”
He laughs. “I’m afraid I can’t. It was clearly a mistake to trust you. I won’t be making that error again.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying again to squirm away from him. “Let me go.”
“The interesting thing about all of this is that you’ve made a rather substantial tactical error,” he says, continuing as though he can’t hear you.
“You’re bluffing,” you say with more confidence than you feel.
“Fascinating theory,” he says, “but I don’t think it’s going to work out for you.”
With that same ridiculous speed, he’s suddenly spinning you around and lifting you, tossing you easily over his shoulder.
“Hey!” you shout in protest.
“I warned you,” he says, his voice full of mirth as he carries you toward the bedroom.
This is not exactly how you’ve imagined being carried off to bed by Loki.
Though, admittedly, you do have a nice view of his ass.
“This is ridiculous,” you say.
“You brought this upon yourself.” He’s walking into the bedroom and a moment later, he’s lifting you from his shoulder and tossing you unceremoniously onto his bed.
You scramble to your feet and try to lunge toward the door, but he’s clearly expecting that. Before your feet even hit the floor, he catches you around the waist and hauls you back to the bed. Your back hits the mattress and you try to leverage the momentum to propel yourself back onto your feet.
He catches you immediately and you find yourself back on the bed again.
“I don’t mean to be patronizing,” he says, failing to bite back a laugh, “but it’s adorable that you think you can outmaneuver me.”
That is deeply offensive and the only way you can earn my forgiveness is by letting me take my rightful place on the couch.” You can’t quite keep the laugh from your voice.
He grins. “Not a chance.”
You attempt to dive off the opposite side of the bed, only to have him grab you by the ankles and pull you back. You manage to dislodge him and lunge in the opposite direction, only to be immediately thwarted.
It becomes increasingly hilarious the longer it goes on and soon your sides are aching from laughter. Loki is laughing too, but it doesn’t seem to affect his strength or speed at all.
Eventually, he wrestles you back down onto the bed and you are fairly certain there’s no way out of this one—he’s got your wrists pinned above your head and his legs locked around yours. You’re both a little out of breath.
“Yield,” he says.
You shake your head. “Never.”
His gaze flicks to your lips and back to your eyes. “Yield.”
“No.”
Something has changed. There’s an electricity and intensity that crackles in the air between you, possibilities blooming in both of your gazes. It feels a little like that moment by the elevator, but you’re afraid to hope, afraid to even wish because the idea of him wanting you still feels as impossible as capturing smoke with a net.
But the way he’s looking at you, the way his gaze keeps drifting between your eyes and your lips…that’s not nothing.
“Yield.”
You lick your lips, your heart beating wildly. “No.”
Is it just your imagination, or did his breath hitch when you licked your lips?
“Yield.”
God, he’s so close and you want him so badly.
“No.”
He looks again at your lips and this time, he closes the distance between you.
They call him Silvertongue—you’ve heard the jokes, you’ve rolled your eyes at all of them. But as he kisses you, you realize that there’s an element of truth there because only seconds in and you’re ready to sign away your soul to live under the power of Loki’s tongue. The slow, warm slide of it against yours, the way he guides your mouth against his, the way he lets out a soft sigh as he tastes you—you would give up everything if it meant you could stay like this.
“Yield,” he breathes against your lips.
“No,” you say.
He deepens the kiss, catching your lower lip between his teeth and gently tugging until you whimper and arch against him.
He still has your hands pinned against the bed, his grip unyielding when you try to wrestle them away.
“Let me touch you,” you say when he draws back. You want to touch him everywhere—run your hands along every muscle you’ve admired from afar.
“Then yield,” he says with a grin, his eyes flashing with devilish intent.
You consider this for a moment. You could give in—there aren’t really any stakes at this point and you’re pretty sure you’re both going to end up sleeping in his bed tonight anyway. But that glint of mischief in his eyes also promises some intriguing possibilities if you stand firm.
“No,” you say.
“Such a pity,” says Loki, though his expression is one of hungry delight.
His hands slip free of your wrists then, but they stay pinned to the bed by some invisible force.
“Cheater,” you say.
“I think this is only fair,” he says, his hands sliding to your hips. “I’m clearly the victor, am I not entitled to my prize?”
You shiver. “Your prize?”
“Yes.” He kisses down the column of your throat. “My lovely, lovely prize.”
“How can I be your prize if I’m also your competitor?”
“You think too much,” he mumbles against your neck.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Generally, it’s not.” He sits back on his heels between your legs, looking you over with satisfaction. “But in this case, it’s distracting you from more pressing matters.” His hands creep under the hem of your shirt, stroking the small of your back, thumbs tracing teasingly along the waistband of your pajama pants.
“Have I mentioned how much I enjoy seeing you in my clothes?” he asks. There’s a husky depth to his voice and a hunger in his eyes that sends a flood of arousal to your cunt.
“You have not,” you say.
“A casualty of too much thinking,” he says solemnly, his thumbs gently grazing the skin at your hipbones. “You look utterly delectable. I almost want to leave them on.” His eyes glitter with mischief. “Almost.” His hand strays to the bottom button on your pajama top. “May I?”
You nod. “Yes.”
He slips the button free and slowly makes his way up until your shirt is open. He carefully pushes the fabric aside, baring your breasts to his sight and touch.
You’ve never felt more beautiful seeing Loki stare at you, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and hungry. He trails one hand up your stomach and rib cage and slowly brushes a thumb over your nipple. You gasp and the sensitive skin puckers and stiffens as he palms your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs as he lowers his mouth to your breast, his tongue and lips taking up the role of his hand, while his other hand moves to cup your other breast. You whimper, wishing you could run your hands through his hair. “That’s it,” he purrs, “I want to hear all the sounds you can make, my love.”
You rock your hips forward and arch your back as he lavishes attention on your breasts. It’s the most delicious kind of torture, having him so close, but not being able to touch him.
He’s taking his time, which you both love and hate. He feels so good, but you need him to touch you, you need to touch him, you need him inside of you. You wait until you can’t take it any more and breathe his name like it’s a prayer.
You wonder if this is what he was waiting for because with little more than a brief smirk and a wicked look, he starts kissing his way back up your chest and neck. You whimper when his lips meet yours and you can feel him grin as he kisses you. He fits his hips against yours, angling himself so that his cock rubs up against your clit just right and you moan into his mouth. You can tell that he’s big and part of you wants to savor the anticipation even though you feel like you might go mad if he doesn’t fuck you now. You rock your hips against him, trying to feel that friction.
His large hands frame your face, one hand sliding to cradle the back of your head so he can draw you deeper, the other trailing from your cheek to your throat.
Both hands soon stroke down your sides, lingering teasingly at the waistband of your pajama pants. He hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband and you lift your hips. He slides your pants down maybe an inch and you can feel him smiling as he kisses you. You lift your hips again and your waistband creeps down another inch.
“Loki.” His name falls from your lips with a sigh.
“What is it, my love?”
“Touch me,” you breathe. “Please.”
You lift your hips again and this time, he pulls the fabric fully down and off your legs. He guides your legs apart and stares appreciatively at your bare cunt, his teasing expression replaced by a rapt awe.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
You believe him.
His hands stroke your thighs, seemingly in no hurry, despite your pleading whimpers and the way you arch against the mattress. He draws his thumb gently along your slit, barely grazing your clit.
“Do you know what an utter distraction it’s been sitting behind you?” he asks, tracing your clit in the slowest, lightest circle.
You arch upward, hands still bound by his magic. “Tell me,” you breathe, your hips rising to chase his hand.
“Every time you stood up, I could only think about bending you over the desk.”
You manage a sly smirk. “And here I thought you didn’t like me much at all.”
His thumb presses a little more against your clit and you moan.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he says, rolling his thumb in a slow circle. “I kept you at arm’s length partly as a matter of protection.”
For who?”
“You,” he says. “I’m not fully redeemed in some eyes and you being involved with a dangerous variant—”
“You’re not,” you say.
“Some would disagree.”
“Well, they’re wrong,” you say. “You’re not a dangerous variant. You’re Loki Laufeyson and I want you just as you are.”
There’s something unreadable in his expression and it makes you wonder how many people have told him that he can just be himself.
“You should be careful saying such lovely things to me, you know,” he says solemnly.
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh really? And why is that?”
“Because it makes me want to do very wicked things to you.”
You’re surprised you’re not shaking, you want him so badly. “What kinds of wicked things?”
“Oh, all manner of wicked things.” He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, his tongue swiping briefly against your skin. “Things with my mouth...” His thumb rolls over your clit again, his index finger teasing your entrance before retreating. “…my hands…” He drags his gaze over your naked form before locking eyes with you. “My cock.”
A shiver works its way up your spine. “So if I talk about how I think you’re really clever and funny and I find it unbelievably sexy, what sort of wicked thing would that merit?”
The intensity of his gaze makes you shiver again. He crouches down and presses another kiss against the inside of your knee, slowly moving upward. “If you keep talking like that, I’m not going to let you leave my bed for days.”
“You know that’s not a disincentive, right?” you say, sucking in a sharp breath as he nips at the soft skin of your inner thigh. “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, Loki.”
“I’ll make it weeks if you’re not careful.”
“Again, not a disincentive.” You gently tug at your bound wrists and find that they’re still firmly secured. It’s exhilarating, even though you really wish you could run your hands through his hair, especially if he ends up where you think he’s going.
“What else should I tell you?” you muse as he continues his agonizingly slow path along your thigh. “You know, half the reason I kept to myself was that I wanted you so much I was certain that I’d make a fool of myself.”
That earns you a few circles of your clit with his thumb, but his progress up your thigh remains slow. You have a theory about what might move the needle, though.
“I know you like to act like you’re this sort of barely reformed villain, but I think there’s more good in you than you’d like people to believe.”
This time, he moves up to the crease where your thigh joins your hip, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath ghosting along your labia. His tongue traces a line along your skin and you briefly wonder if you’ll be able to hold it together enough to deliver the last part.
“And,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, “yesterday and today made me want you even more because I feel like I finally saw who you really are and you’re even more wond—”
Your words abruptly give way to a breathy moan because his perfect, skilled tongue has finally found its way to your clit.
You had a plan from here, but whatever it was has dissolved into nothing under the skilled caress of Loki’s tongue. You suspected he would be good at this from the way that he’d kissed you earlier, but you could not have imagined that it would feel like this.
“Oh my god, Loki.” Your thighs are already quaking. You tug again at the invisible bonds on your wrists, but they hold fast. Something about the way the bonds are keeping you gently stretched along the bed combined with how his large hands have your thighs spread open seems to heighten every sensation. There’s no wiggling away from him or adjusting yourself so that you feel more or less of the onslaught of his tongue on your cunt. You are completely at his mercy and you’re not entirely surprised that you fucking love it.
He slides a finger into your aching channel and your cunt shudders around the thick intrusion. The warm, roiling center of your orgasm starts builds in your hips with every stroke of his tongue, spinning faster and faster, like ocean winds whipping up into a hurricane. Your back arches and his tongue presses flat against your clit, and suddenly you know that this is going to be what takes you over the edge.
Loki seems to know it too, at least from the way that he presses his tongue more firmly against you, one arm slung across your hips to hold you in place. His other hand slides two fingers inside you, rocking and curling against that aching, tender spot.
You whimper, your hips bucking wildly. It’s so good and so much and you are almost there.
You look down at him then, his hair wild, hollowed cheeks flushed pink as his tongue works you over, his eyes closed like he couldn’t imagine anything more blissful than being in between your legs while you come undone.
This is ultimately what tips you over the edge. The storm that has been forming inside you is finally let loose and you arch your back and cry out in a wordless scream as your climax crashes into you.
Only then do the bonds around your wrists release and your hands fly down to grab his hair as your body shakes with pleasure.
It takes a moment for you to get your breath back and reacquaint yourself with the concept of speech, but when you do, you find Loki looking up at you, his expression pure mischief.
“And to think you wanted to sleep on the couch.”
“It wasn’t that I wanted to sleep on the couch, it’s that—” Your voice cuts off as his tongue starts stroking your clit again.
“It’s what?” he asks in between strokes, his smirk obvious in his voice. The lingering ripples of your orgasm are coalescing around the path of his tongue, tightening that coil in your belly again.
“Fuck—you’re not playing fair, you can’t just—” You lose your sentence to a low moan that rises up from your chest. “You can’t just—fuck, yes—you can’t…oh god, yes, just like that.”
His laughter rumbles against you as your hips start rocking against his mouth. How are you already so close?
“You can’t just—fuck—win an argument by—”
You’re trying to say that he can’t expect to win an argument by making you come and you think he might understand this based on how determined he seems to be to prove you wrong. His fingers curl again until he finds that soft, tender spot that is so often the key to your unraveling.
You have stopped trying to complete that sentence—you moan, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on as the swell of your climax rushes up, inevitable as a tidal wave looming over a seaside village.
You cry out as it crests and breaks, falling down over you in a rush of tingling pleasure that feels like champagne and fireworks all at once.
“Now, what was it you were saying, my love?” he asks as he releases your clit a moment later. “Something about how I can’t just win an argument by making you come? I couldn’t quite hear you over the sound of you coming completely undone on my tongue.”
“Oh, you think you’re so smart,” you say, giving him a stern look as he crawls up your body.
“You know what I think?” he says, settling himself on his side next to you. “I think you liked submitting to me.”
You shiver before you can even think about hiding it and his smile turns decidedly vulpine.
“You did, didn’t you? You liked having your hands bound and being completely at my mercy while I licked your pretty cunt until you came undone in my mouth.”
“You are enjoying this far too much,” you say.
“I am enjoying it the correct amount.”
You realize your hands are now free to explore his body and you tug at his pajama shirt. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” you say.
He gives you a wicked grin as he lets you pull his shirt over his head. “Yes, perhaps it’s time we even things up.”
You pull the shirt away and rake your eyes over him greedily, your hands following the path of your gaze. He is as perfect as you imagined, unfairly beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom.
You hook your thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and lower them an inch, a cheeky parallel of how he teased you earlier. His lips curl into a sharp smile when he realizes what you’re doing.
“Interesting strategy.” There’s a bit of a growl in his voice, a rough desperation that makes your cunt clench. “But I think you forgot that I have the upper hand here.”
He raises his hand and with a twist of his wrist, his remaining clothes dissolve in a shimmer of green and he is bare before you.
Your breath catches in your throat. His cock commands your immediate attention, nudging up against your thigh—he’s big, as you suspected, but completely bare and rock hard, he somehow seems longer and thicker than he had when he was grinding against you.
He pulls you into a slow kiss as you reach for his cock. You wrap your hand around him, delighting in the silky hardness of him, the way he throbs in your hand and the low groan he makes as your hand moves from base to tip and back, the way his hips thrust along with you. Your cunt clenches in anticipation.
After a moment, though, he places his hand over yours, slowing your movements.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps.
“Yes,” you breathe.
He rolls on top of you and you’re not sure that you’ve ever felt anything quite as wonderful as the heat of his bare skin and yours pressed together. This feeling means intimacy, a closeness that you’d longed for but never expected even in your wildest daydreams.
He pulls you into a kiss, slow, soft, and languid, like you have all the time in the world and he intends to take it. It’s decadent and dreamy and perfect.
But the heavy weight of his bare cock resting against your stomach combined with the ache between your legs—an ache that would be so perfectly soothed by the hard column of flesh currently throbbing against you—proves to be a force too powerful to resist for very long.
You cant your hips against him, snaking one leg around his waist, hoping he’ll get the hint.
He does.
He braces himself on one hand, the other sliding between your bodies to rub his cock along your slick folds. He positions himself at your entrance, waiting for your breathy plea to begin to ease himself slowly into you.
He fills and stretches you in the most wonderful way, but even more than that, he feels like home. The thought strikes you quite suddenly and you’re not entirely sure about everything it means, but you know it’s good and right.
He pauses for just a moment, seeming to savor the feeling.
“You feel better than I ever imagined,” he says.
You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You imagined?”
He gives you a hungry smile as he leans in to kiss you. “Like I said: it has been an utter distraction sitting behind you.”
His rhythm is slow and easy, like he wants to take his time learning every inch of you and memorizing how you react to his touch. His mouth moves over yours in a slow kiss that’s somehow both languid and demanding, his tongue gliding in and out of your mouth in the same rhythm of his hips rocking into you. His cock bumps up against that sweet spot inside of you that his fingers had teased earlier, each stroke inching you closer to bliss.
He shifts the angle of his hips so that his pubic bone grinds against your clit and it feels so good you almost see stars. You can feel your orgasm building, your cunt growing slicker and tensing around his thrusting cock.
He draws back to look at you, eyes hazy with a loose, dreamy kind of pleasure.
“Do you have any idea how good you feel?” he breathes.
You are shaking. “Loki, I’m gonna come.”
“I know you are,” he purrs. “Let go for me, let me feel you, my love.”
With two more thrusts of his hips, you unravel.
He groans as you tremble around him, but mostly, he watches your face, rapt by the way you throw your head back against the bed and gasp his name like it’s the only thing that will save you.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he breathes. “Absolutely stunning.”
He waits until you catch your breath before he kisses you again, slow and sensual. His hips are still rocking in that beautifully slow rhythm and you don’t know how it can still feel so good.
He keeps moving against you, his touch and his low murmurs of praise invoking a symphony of sensations. He presses deeper and your body sings with every thrust, your muscles tensing and tightening around him like you never want him to leave. Your climax swells again and you come with a whimper, your whole body shaking as he fucks you through it.
You want him to come, want to hear the sounds he makes and feel his sweet, hot release burning inside of you.
“I want you to come for me,” you breathe.
He grins at you. “Oh, I will, but not yet. You’re not done yet.”
You whimper. “Loki—”
“Two more, my love, two more and then I’ll come for you.”
Somehow, you give him three. By the second one, he’s panting and his words have become rough, his voice a growl as he utters some of the filthiest praise you’ve ever heard. The third builds quickly after that and you know instinctively that you’re going to take him over the edge with you this time.
You fight to keep your eyes open against the tidal wave of pleasure blooming again in your hips. You need to see him come undone.
As in everything else he does, he’s unfairly beautiful—he throws his head back, letting out a low groan that you can feel all the way to the tips of your toes. His cheeks are flushed, a few ink dark curls plastered to the light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You can feel him emptying himself inside you, his release hot and hard won.
It seems to last a long time and it’s another minute before his hips slow to a halt. He kisses you, so soft and sweet it would almost seem chaste were it not for the fact that his cock is still throbbing inside of you.
After a moment, he slowly eases out of you, rolling over onto his back, his arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to him like he can’t bear to be parted from you even for a moment.
You curl up against his side, your legs tangling with his. He takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before resting your clasped hands on his heart.
You could fall in love like this, you think sleepily to yourself.
You don’t know it then, but you’re right.
*
Time moves differently at the TVA, but a couple years later, there’s a ring in a box on your desk.
Loki likes a spectacle and you’d daydreamed about a traditional wedding, but when you talk it over, you both agree that you want to do something different, something quiet, something just for the two of you.
“I do think we should tell Mobius beforehand,” you say to Loki.
“Isn’t the point of eloping that no one knows until after it’s done?” says Loki.
“Yes, but I feel like we could make one exception,” you say. “If we’d done a full wedding, I would have asked him to give me away.”
Loki’s gaze softens a bit then and he pulls you close. “All right. But we only tell him right before we leave. The man can’t keep a secret.”
But Mobius doesn’t seem terribly surprised when you tell him—in fact, he seems far more concerned about your wedding gift.
“I didn’t have a chance to wrap it yet,” he says. He’s retrieved a large picture frame that had been propped against his desk, though he keeps it turned away from you. “So…this also requires a bit of an overdue confession for context.”
You raise your eyebrows. “A confession?”
“A confession,” says Mobius.
“Will I be angry about this?” asks Loki at the same time you say, “Is this like a go to jail confession or a misdemeanor confession?”
Mobius gives a good natured chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “God, the two of you. Always so dramatic. No wonder you ended up together.” He takes what feels like an unnecessarily long drink from the coffee mug on his desk. “It’s not bad, I promise.” Another sip of coffee.
Loki sighs. “He always does this,” he says to you. “Have you noticed? Whenever he has something that you want to know, he stalls and drags it out just to torment you.”
“Okay,” you say, “but you jumping in to bicker with him probably doesn’t help.”
“I’m not bickering,” says Loki. “I’m simply pointing out that he’s stalling—”
“What was it you were saying, Mobius?” you say brightly, nudging Loki with your elbow.
Mobius’ eyes twinkle. “See,” he says to Loki, “I always liked her. It’s a good match.”
You don’t have to look at Loki to know he’s rolling his eyes, though he also makes a point of surreptitiously pinching your ass, a detail you hope Mobius doesn’t notice.
“Anyway,” says Mobius, taking a deep breath, “it was pretty clear to me from the start that you liked each other. And you also seemed absolutely determined to get in your own way.” He points to Loki. “Especially you with your whole stilted Asgardian prince thing.”
Loki frowns. “What are you talking about?”
Mobius sighs. “Anytime you like someone, it’s like your brain gets a factory reset and you get all overly polite and courtly.”
Loki scoffs. “I don’t do that at all.”
“You do. It’s deeply weird. You’re like a mannerly robot.”
Loki turns to you. “Darling, tell him he’s being absurd.”
You reach over and squeeze his hand. “You did call me ‘my lady’ a couple of times in the early days.”
Loki sighs and looks back at Mobius. “What was your point in mentioning this?”
“Well,” says Mobius, “you seemed pretty determined to get in your own way, so nothing was happening. And eventually I got sick of all of the pining, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.”
“What do you mean?”
Mobius pauses, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “There wasn’t a breakthrough with Berlitz that weekend. What there was was a surplus in the overtime budget and a high priority indexing project for Archives.”
Your lips part as your brain slowly puts the pieces together. Mobius’ eyes twinkle.
“Wait,” you say, “you lied to us?”
“I did not lie,” says Mobius, his demeanor suddenly becoming very serious. “That would have been wrong.” He nods at Loki. “Also, it would’ve tipped him off and that would have ruined the whole thing. I simply failed to mention that the cart of files that I gave you needed to be sorted for indexing for the Archives department and I peppered in a couple of unrelated things about Berlitz.”
“But the office was empty that weekend,” says Loki.
Mobius snaps his fingers. “Right. I did make some adjustments to the schedule that weekend.”
“And the disturbance that prevented her from returning home on Saturday night?”
Mobius spreads his hands wide and grins. “All me, buddy. Paid G-21 five hundred bucks for that one.”
Loki pauses for a moment and then looks at you. “I don’t think I can be mad about this. I’m genuinely impressed.”
“I mean, I can’t argue with the results, but Jesus, Mobius, you could’ve just set us up on a blind date,” you say.
“Ah, but that’s not as fun,” Mobius says. “Plus, it wouldn’t have made for as good a wedding gift.” He turns the frame around and hands it to you both.
It’s both your timecards from that pay period, neatly framed side by side. Your eyes well with tears and Mobius smiles.
“Honestly, I’m just relieved it’s not a jet ski,” says Loki.
“He's deflecting,” you say to Mobius in an exaggerated whisper.
“I know,” he whispers back.
But you can’t help but notice that Loki’s eyes are brighter than normal.
“Okay, now get out of here,” says Mobius. “You’ve got a wedding to get to.”
Twenty minutes later, you’re wearing a simple white dress and standing with Loki in front of a time door, your hand clasped in his.
“Technically, we don’t have a supervisor’s approval for this,” you say with a wry smile.
He looks at you, eyes dancing with mirth. “I had Mobius sign off on the paperwork while you were getting ready.”
Your heart swells and your smile is so wide that you feel like your face might split in two. “Then hurry up and marry me, Laufeyson.”
He grins and tugs you through the time door.
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But wait! There's more: I don't have a masterlist for this, but if you enjoy these idiots, check out Daylight, a sort of sequel.
Warnings: Not Proofread, Smut, Oblivious!Reader, Reader in Denial, Horny!Loki, Loki's use of magic, Intern!Reader, Dubcon (if you squint), Threesome (technically), Mutual Pining
Wordcount: 2,009
Summary: Loki has it bad for you. Having recently graduated from college, Tony Stark recruited you to work for him in his lab. A certain tall, dark and mysterious god takes a quick liking to you. He loves teasing you, and it's very clear that he wants you. To everyone but you, of course. Loki begins to use his magic to strip you of your defenses, but how will you respond?
A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this little imagine I wrote up! As always, thank you all for your support on all of my other stories, I appreciate every single one of you! Without further ado, some fresh Loki smut.
The Avengers compound amazed you. There was so much to see, and Tony Stark had become somewhat of a father figure for you. He was very encouraging and for the most part, you were enjoying your start at the tower. You felt like the Avengers were like your family now. Natasha, Thor, and Steve were all like older siblings to you. Thor's brother Loki, however, had made several advances towards you. You always felt that he was teasing or that he wouldn't be interested in someone like you. You were a mere mortal, and although you were intelligent, Loki was a god.
However, he was a god who knew what and who he wanted. And he had his eyes set on you. The team didn't completely trust Loki yet. So, whenever they found themselves on a mission and you were stuck working in the lab, Loki always seemed to make his way up there to see you. On a typical day, he was always hiding in the library. But whenever you were in the lab alone, he was there to find you. Today was one of those days.
Loki also loved to comment on your lab gear, as he thought it was adorable. Your goggles, lab coat, your face shield. It was just simply adorable. So, when he spotted you in the lab, doing some experiments, he internally grinned. He opened up the glass door leading inside, and immediately you glanced up at him. "Oh darling, why can't you just be mine already?" You giggled, but avoided the question. "Loki, how many times have I told you that you need to be in proper lab attire to be in the lab? It is far too danger-" Loki shushed you by placing his index finger over your lips.
"And how many times have I told you I'm a god, love?" You glared up into his eyes. "That doesn't mean you're immortal from chemical burns, Loki."
"Aren't you bored up here?" He asked you suddenly. "No, thank you for asking. I'm quite entertained by what I'm doing here."
"So that means you don't want me to tear those clothes off of you?" Loki proposed. "I- I- um-" You stuttered, clearly flustered by his question. He shushed you again with his index finger. You blushed, pulling away from him slightly. "I'm working."
"You can't just take a little fifteen minute break?" He pondered. You went to speak, before he spoke again. "Actually, we both know it'd turn into much longer than that." He winked, and your cheeks turned into an even deeper red hue.
"Okay, doll. I'll leave you be. For now..." The god left your presence, and suddenly you felt a longing in your chest for him. You did like Loki. A lot. But you felt that his teasing you must be completely silly and only due to the fact that he was completely and entirely out of your league.
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The next time you saw Loki was when the Avengers returned from their mission later that day. Tony called a post-mission meeting in the team room to talk about strengths and weaknesses of the team and how improvements could be made.
You sat down with your cup of water, ready to talk with everyone about how the mission had gone. Everyone was alive, so the conversation was promising. In addition, no one ended up in the medical wing of the tower. Therefore, the meeting was to take place in the conference room in mere minutes. Tony, Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, yourself, Loki, and several others sat among a large table.
Tony began with an overview of the mission, and although you tried your best to pay attention, you couldn't help but zone out unexpectedly several different times. You went for your glass of water, taking a small sip.
However, Loki had other plans. He formulated that a combination of your white blouse and water would be a delightfully - nearly lethal - one. With a flick of his hand, the water slipped out of the glass and onto the fabric that now coated your chest. The fabric that once hung loose, complimenting the shape of your breasts now completely surrounded them, and Loki loved the sight. You cursed to yourself, then got up and retreated to your room to change. Everyone understood why.
Loki, being his mischievous self, created a clone of himself to watch upon the meeting, while the other followed you to your bedroom.
"Darling, are you alright?" Loki knocked on your door with little to no hesitation. "Yes, Loki! I'm alright. Thank you for asking. Just getting changed!" In an instant, Loki transported himself into your room. Your white, lacy bra exposed to him, along with your tight black pencil skirt leaving little to the imagination. You gasped.
"I wouldn't mind helping you get undressed..." Loki spoke, shocking you. Your heart started to beat faster and faster. "I- um- we have a meeting to attend, Loki." Although you had always sensed Loki's teasing towards you, it was always your understanding that all it was was teasing. Nothing more. But this - this was different. He was standing in front of you now, seeing more than most men ever had. Recognizing just how much you were exposed to the god, you attempted to fold your arms across your chest, which he immediately pulled back down to the side.
"Don't hide yourself from me, darling." Loki's voice was soft, yet stern. You gazed up at him, your innocent doe eyes doing more to him than you could ever imagine. Loki felt himself hardening more, if at all possible. "Let's make a deal, Y/N L/N. If I can get your precious mortal form to cum in 5 minutes or less, then you become mine."
You stood still for a moment, like a deer in headlights, completely shocked from his words. If you were honest, you had no idea that Loki even knew your last name. "I- I-" you started, unable to pursue words any longer. "Do we have a deal?" Loki spoke, more confidently than ever. "What do you mean I become yours?" You almost snapped at him, suddenly becoming somewhat agitated by the pressure of Loki's presence. "Your delicious physical form will be mine, your mind, your heart, all of it."
"So a slave?" "No, not a slave. I worship you too much. I just want you." You looked perplexed for a moment. "But why?" "Darling, shh. Your questions are terribly incessant. So, do we have a deal?"
"I would like to adjust the terms slightly. If - and I mean if - you can make me cum in 5 minutes, you can take me out on a date. Being a piece of property just really does not appeal to me in the slightest." In all honesty, you did not anticipate Loki taking your bid for a mere date. "Darling, I do not view you as property, not at all. However, I will accept your offer for this 'date.'"
And with that, Loki placed his lips firmly on yours. Slightly in shock, you pulled away for a mere moment. "Ah ah ah, we need a timer." You pulled out your phone, setting a timer for 5 minutes. He planted a kiss on you once more, wasting absolutely no time stripping you of your skirt, bra, and panties. 4m 53s.
He pushed you onto the bed, magically ridding himself of his own clothes as well. With the snap of his fingers, his clothes were removed, the green dust dissolved and they quickly dissipated, revealing his brilliant body underneath. 4m 47s.
His cock stood at attention, its length prominent. Certainly larger than you had taken previously. You had begun to doubt the possibility of Loki even being able to fit inside of you. Before you could question it further, you felt Loki’s heated breath on your labia, his fingers parting it slightly so he could coax forward your clitoris towards his tongue.
He brought his mouth to sit around your clit, suckling lightly as he got you warmed up. Similarly, he brought his fingers to massage your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. Suddenly, a magical green aura flashed, and a second Loki was upon you, taking your lips in his, twisting his tongue amongst yours, and almost most importantly, bringing your wrists up to hold in restraint above your head. 4m 32s.
Your heat became considerably wetter, especially now that there were two Lokis playing with you. You moaned, which was mostly absorbed by Loki’s mouth, which was still toying with yours. You felt your nipples get pinched, at this point you weren’t sure by which Loki. You just knew pleasure, and that you were writhing with it, overwhelmingly so.
You felt a teasing finger prod your entrance, almost beckoning you forward to beg for Loki’s member. However, you were distracted enough by the gentle kisses that were being placed on your lips, that you didn’t want to pull away from aside from the ever so slight breath that was needed for your pleasure to continue. Loki’s tongue continued to swirl around your clit teasingly, as your canal spasmed around his finger. 4m 15s.
You felt Loki’s lips release from yours, while you still felt the pressure from the other Loki lower. You let out a brief moan, making eye contact with the Loki above. “Good girl. Let me hear your beautiful sounds, darling.” 3m 57s.
“You’re quite wet down here, my love. How would you like to feel your God inside of you?” The other Loki spoke from below, while simultaneously continuing to play with your clit and inside of you. You nodded feverishly, desperate to feel more than just Loki’s fingers in you. “Say it, my love.” “Please, Loki. Please.”
“With pleasure, darling.” 3m 28s. The other Loki who was kissing you disappeared into green dust, as the first stood up. “I prefer this part to be more intimate, just the two of us.”
Suddenly, Loki’s tip prodded against your opening, he took his time swirling around it before gently pressing inwards. You let out a moan as his tip entered you, pressing against your walls. His girth was certainly more than anyone you had been with previously. He is a god, after all. “Fuck,” you cursed.
Loki tsked. “Be a good girl for me” he slid inside of you with a sudden movement, fully penetrating you. 2m 45s.
“Oh my god” you moaned. “That’s right, your god.” 2m 22s.
Loki brought your legs to his shoulders, thrusting steadily inside of you as he kissed your lips. You had never felt this much pleasure in your life. You groaned out as Loki released your lips from his. “Feels good, doesn’t it baby?”
“So, so good” you moaned, his pulsating inside of you more and more consistent, more intense with every stroke. “You’re so good for me, love.”
Your legs shaking with pleasure as Loki continued his persistent pounding of your canal. 1m 57s.
“I’m-” you stuttered, Loki hardly giving you a chance to catch your breath as warmth built inside of your stomach. “You’re what, darling?” Loki questioned teasingly, knowing you barely had it in you to answer. 1m 34s.
“I’m gonna- oh my god.”
“You’re gonna what, love?”
“Cu-cum.”
“Cum with me, darling. Now.” 1m 2s.
You felt Loki’s hot fluids coat your insides, as your pleasure brought you to the most incredible orgasm of your life. Loki, staying inside of you, brought his mouth to yours to continue his delicate, yet intense, displays of affection. “Looks like I got about a minute to spare, my lady. So when’s that date?”
Loki slid out of you, landing next to you on the bed where he could snuggle in close to you.
“Well, let’s count out today, I won’t be able to walk until at least tomorrow.” Loki placed kisses on your cheek and jawline as he held you close.
Hello everyone!!! I appologize for not posting in a hot minute!! I've been extremely sick but I promise I have something in the works for y'all!!! Here's a little snippet!!
Despite Loki's confidence, he was a calculated person. He wouldn't have made his move if he didn't have a trick up his sleeve. What Loki didn't calculate though, was you could play tricks too.
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.
Hello everybody! I wanted to take a moment and say thank you for all the support on my first few fancfics!! It is so much fun and I love seeing all of the wonderful content this community posts!!
I also wanted to take a second and mention some things about myself so everyone has a chance to get to know the author!!
As stated in my bio, I'm 21 years old and just starting a life in a new town/state so I'm super excited to learn more about myself and the people around me! I enjoy anime, video games, writing, and ren fairs!! I haven't been to one yet myself, but I have an opportunity now to participate this summer and I'm stoked!
Some of the fandoms I am apart of is Anime, Loki/MCU, Marvel Rivals, Life is Strange, Animal Crossing, and all sorts of others!
I currently write for Loki because he is one of my favorite MCU characters!! Although I haven't watched a large majority of the MCU movies, my mom and I have always loved the Thor movies so we always watched those together!!
I am also a cat mom! my female orange cat named Mocha is a mama's girl who loves to watch me play games and watch movies with me in bed!
I hope everyone has a wonderful day and I look forward to continuing to write!! Thank you!
Summary: After Thor and Loki discover a strange chemical, you and Bruce work to solve it's mysteries. When a test go sideways, however, you feel all it's effects. Will Loki be the one to solve how to counter-act this alien product?
Word Count: 5.7K
WARNING: 18+ content, minors DNI, sex pollen, friends to lovers, female reader, lots of smut, dub-con, Jotun Loki, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it, neck holding, slight degrading if you squint
Author's Notes: Sex pollen tropes are (in my humble opinion) underrated so I figured I would write at least one! Hope you guys enjoy!! Also, apologies for the delay!
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Everything felt foggy. When you woke up, your vision was clouded, your head was throbbing, and you felt like you were in a desert going through a heat wave. It took time for your memories to come back. All you recalled was helping Bruce with a chemical that he said Thor and Loki retrieved from an alien ship that was found abandoned in an empty field. Even Tony was stumped by what the chemical was, so he sought Bruce's insight. While you were helping Bruce with testing it's reaction to heat, he accidentally let the temperature of the Bunsen burner get too high, causing the vile to shatter and release the synthetic substance all over your body.
You didn't quite remember what happened after that, all you knew is you had an unexplainable pain in your abdomen. You felt like you could never lay comfortable no matter how much your squirmed and turned. When Bruce heard your groans of pain, realizing you were awake, he turned and rushed over. Tony followed close behind.
"Bruce, how are her vitals looking?"
"She's running a high body temperature and it's rapidly increasing. Heart rate is running a little higher too. I'm running some blood work right now to make sure it isn't causing any damage to her vital organs."
You felt a particularly sharp pain in your abdomen that caused you to immediately curl, ripping a shriek from your throat. You pulled your knees to your chest while your arms wrapped themselves around your torso, seeking any sort of comfort from the pain.
"Y/N, what's going on? What are you feeling?" Tony asked urgently. It was a rare occasion that Tony Stark himself ever sounded worried. In the time you worked at the Avenger's tower, Tony became some-what a father figure to you. You didn't have family of your own so Tony brought you into his very unique one.
"It hurts Tony! Please make it stop!!" The pain you felt came in waves, sometimes fading and other times crashing back like someone was taking a knife and stabbing you right in the middle of your abdomen.
"Tony, we need to cool her off, now!!! Her temperature is getting too high!" Bruce exclaimed as he rushed to turn on the cooling pad built into the medical bed you laid on. Tony quickly prompted Jarvis to turn on the fans in the lab, hoping to push cool air onto you.
The change in temperatures felt like a relief over your body, but only for a moment. You still felt the gnawing pain, but it was more bearable for now. You could at the very least start to think clearly again.
"Bruce, where did you say that chemical came from?" Tony asked, putting an ice pack over your forehead.
"The trouble brothers. They said they found it on some alien ship. Loki said he had seen it before so him and Thor went to investigate. They should be back soon." Bruce grabbed a light blanket to lay over you. It was just enough to still allow you to cool off but at least you could be comfortable.
"I'm going to try and get a hold of them and see if they have any information on that chemical. Keep me posted on her blood work." Tony rushed out of the lab, trying to use Jarvis to get ahold of Thor.
Bruce worked diligently to run any tests he could that would bring him closer to figuring out what this chemical did. He monitored your temperature, checked your blood pressure, your heart rate, and tried to keep you as comfortable as he could.
While Bruce did this, you were beginning to feel a new sensation. Flashes of a peculiar face cross your mind. Although the images weren't entirely clear, you still felt the sense of familiarity like your body knew who it was. As you kept thinking about them, each image became more and more clear until you saw wholly who it was. Loki. God of Mischief.
You and Loki had known each other for a couple years. You both were long-time friends. When he arrived at the tower, everyone stood clear of him. Despite his attack on New York, you were one of the first people in the tower to step forward and act as a friendly face. You still remember the look of shock on Loki's face when you introduced yourself with a smile. He looked like he thought you were either crazy or just plain ignorant. Over time though, you two quickly became close.
For a moment, you had no idea why you were thinking of Loki. Of anything to think about in this situation, why him? Then your thoughts began to change. What started off innocent enough, began to shift down a very lude path. You started playing different scenarios in your head. Different ways that Loki would seduce you. Different ways Loki would take you. Claim you. Ravish you. You squeezed your thighs together, seeking any sort of relief for the growing arousal.
"Y/N, I need you to describe your symptoms to me. Of course besides the obvious pain and fever, what else is going on? Where is your pain located?" Bruce asked as he felt your forehead for any signs of decrease in your fever. You snapped out of your thoughts and groaned, the pain returning yet again.
"It hurts everywhere. Feels like every muscle is straining." You were pretty adamant on not telling Bruce you were having fantasies of Loki, not even sure if that was a symptom of the chemical. For all you knew, you were going to die and your mind decided it should think about your best friend fucking you before you go. Pretty insane, right?
*
Thor and Loki walked into tower with urgency in every step. They both quickly searched for Tony, who was at his computer opening different files, The transparent screens projecting different images, texts, and videos. Tony hoped anything here would have information on the substance that the gods found and was currently infecting you.
"Thor, Loki, what did you two find?" Tony asked as he closed yet another uninformative file.
"Stark, Loki and I may have made some headway. We knew we had previously seen this alien substance. My brother and I had seen it during a mission as well as once back home." Thor tried handing Tony a book, the cover written in a Norse text. Tony had Thor set the book on the table before he picked it up. Even though Tony couldn't read the letters, the images scattered throughout different pages painted enough of a picture for him.
"It's used as a means of assisting in reproductive rituals. This species can not reproduce on their own, as over time they have lost what Midgardians call a "sex drive" so they fashioned this in order to continue reproducing," Loki said, tapping his foot against the floor anxiously.
"What the fu-?" Tony interrupted himself, pulling his glasses off and rubbing his eyes in frustration. "So what the hell kind of affect does it have on a human?"
Thor and Loki both fell silent, giving each other a glance as if to question which of the two was going to speak up first. Thor decided silently between them he would be the one to share the news.
"Well, if our assumptions are to be correct, it will kill them. If it were to be a god such as my brother and I that were infected, perhaps we could handle it."
Loki cleared his throat, hesitant so admit the next details. "Presumably, there is no current remedy for the substance. Not one that can be conjured in a laboratory."
"Of course there isn't a cure, never that simple. Ok. Well then how do we make one?" Tony brought up another file, trying to find any documents that might hint at a similar chemical being made.
"Stark, as Loki has proclaimed, there is no conjuring a cure. Is there perhaps someone Lady Y/N is being courted by?"
"No, she is not being courted. Do not be a fool," Loki shot at Thor, sounding oddly agitated.
"It doesn't matter if she's dating someone, what the hell does that have to do with her laying in the lab right now?" Tony spat, starting to lose his patience.
"To be perfectly blunt, Stark, in order for the substance to subside, she must be properly fucked," Loki murmured.
Tony paused, staring daggers at Loki. "You mean to tell me, the only way to cure this damn thing is someone having sex with that girl? Loki I am not in the mood for one of your stupid tricks."
"As much as I do quite enjoy telling my little stories, this one is not a trick." Loki shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to act as casual as he could. Some could argue Loki was the most irritated that you were the one doused in this chemical. As coy as Loki tried to act, his body language gave him away. He hated that his closest companion was laying on a lab table writhing in pain.
"For once he is speaking truth Stark. We had someone back on Asgard who was inflicted with this same ailment. He began to act unnatural the longer he was infected. In fact, he almost acted like some beast in a rut. After some days, he suddenly appeared himself. When he was questioned, he admitted his wife gave him... assistance... That has hence far been the only curative we have discovered." Thor took the book from Tony, turning its pages to a specific area of text that showed the details of the cure.
"You have got to be shitting me. Damn it, fine. Let's talk to Bruce and see if maybe he did already find something. If he didn't, then we gotta run it by Y/N. If she's not dating anyone then I don't know what the hell we are gonna do." Tony closed the book, passing it back to Thor before he started making his way back to the lab. Thor and Loki both followed in suit.
*
When Tony walked into the lab, he was shocked to see you relocated to one of the cells. Bruce was sitting in a chair, hair ruffled and his clothes in disarray.
"Bruce, what happened?" Tony asked, glancing over at you and seeing you still curled up trying to get comfortable in the bed that was inside the glass cell.
When Loki noticed Bruce's state, he immediately jumped into the conversation. "Did you do anything to her? Why the hells do you look so disheveled? Did you lay with her?"
"What?" Bruce shot up out of his seat, "Are you seriously asking me right now if I slept with her? For someone who claims to be an intelligent god, that sure is a stupid question!"
"Actually, not the most dumb question. Take a look at this Bruce." Tony cut in, grabbing the book from Thor and handing it to Bruce. "Basically what you two were dealing with is an alien Viagra. Y/N is getting the worst of it because she's human. Apparently the only known treatment is..."
"You're kidding..." Bruce asked in disbelief, already knowing how Tony was going to finish the sentence. "If that's the case I don't know why she acted to aggressive instead of... how she would normally act in this case."
"How do you mean "aggressive" Banner?" Thor asked, his curiosity peaking.
"When I tried to get her comfortable in her bed, she started shoving me away and fighting me off. Saying something about how I'm not him, don't touch me, and a bunch of other things I couldn't understand. I ended up having to move her into the cell. Of course, couldn't get her there without getting myself a little torn up."
"You do well to listen Banner, I will need time alone with Lady Y/N. I do not know how much time it will take for me to assist her, so I recommend-"
"Whoa whoa whoa," Tony quickly interrupted Loki, stepping in front of him. "There is no god damn way you are trying to say right now you're going to sleep with her. Are you out of your mind?"
"What are you proposing Stark? That you commit the deed? I would prefer to raise another army to smite you down than allow you to lay a finger on her head," Loki said, his voice low and threatening.
"No, I'm sure as hell not saying I do it!-"
"Loki?" Your voice cut in from across the room. "Loki! Please help me!" Your face was beat red, beads of sweat dripping down your face as you crawled out of the bed. You only made it two or three steps before you sank to your knees, whimpering when Loki looked at you.
"Darling, I'm here." Loki quickly crossed the room, stopping at the door of the cell and pressing a hand to the glass.
"What's happening to me..? God Loki, I feel so embarrassed!" It took you every ounce of strength not to clench your thighs together and beg for Loki to relieve you. Him being this close to alone was driving you mad.
"Do not fret ástin mín. Why do you feel embarrassed?" Loki kneeled down, putting himself at your level to hold eye-contact with you. He often spoke in Norse language with you. You never knew what any of the terms he said meant, but this time you happened to notice Thor soften his expression after Loki spoke.
"I-I'm scared to tell you. I don't want you to hate me." You hid your face behind your hands, trying to hide your embarrassment from the man who was plaguing your thoughts. It made no difference though, just hearing his voice and knowing he's in the same space as you in betraying your body.
Despite your lack of clarification, the answer was still obvious to Loki. In fact, it made his cold heart swell at the realization.
"You will have to pardon me darling, I'm going to help you. Please excuse me for a moment while I prepare." Loki stood, making his way back to Tony, Bruce, and Thor. "Will you allow me to assist her now, or will there be more protest?"
"Brother, you are certain about this?" Thor asked, his words glazed in worry.
"Do not concern yourself. Lady Y/N will be perfectly fine once I am done," Loki said, his signature grin painting his face as he began to roll the sleeves on his dress shirt.
"Loki this isn't a god damn game. You're about to have sex with her. This isn't the time to act coy! That is a human woman you are going to sleep with to cure a chemical you brought into this lab and you have the audacity to stand there and act like you just won a prize! She doesn't deserve to have her heart played with like that!" Bruce was visibly getting worked up, fighting with the 'big guy' inside.
"Banner, do not mistake my confidence for a lack of compassion. I am quite aware Lady Y/N is not just some prize and I have never treated her as such." It was obvious Loki had more to add, however he believed those words should be reserved for you and you alone.
Tony stepped in, patting Bruce's back before he placed himself in front of Loki. "Ok trouble maker, we'll give you the time you need. However, once this is all done and I get any word that Y/N had been hurt in any shape or form by you, I will personally shove a pulse cannon right against your chest and blow you to little pieces. Got it?"
"I hear your proclamation loudly and clearly, Stark." Loki straightened his collar, walking back towards you. Your hands were clenched tight against your thighs, fighting every urge that came across your mind, like an annoying itch that you knew you couldn't scratch.
"Darling, how about you and I take a trip somewhere more comfortable?" Loki asked, tapping the button on the screen by the door. As it slid open, you felt yourself tense. Your hands visibly shook against your thighs as you held yourself back from just pouncing on Loki.
"L-Loki, I can't get up. I... I don't want to lose control of myself." You hadn't told anyone around the tower, but you had a long-standing affection for Loki for the last few months. He was your best friend though, and you feared more than anything losing that connection with Loki. The last thing you wanted was to ruin one of the few good relationships you had in the tower because of some lab mishap.
"Oh, ljúfr," Loki took a step into the cell before he sat down in front of you. You watched as he unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt, spreading his legs which caused his pants to stretch across his bulge. You felt like your mouth was watering as you watched the way his fingers moved and seeing more of his neck become exposed.
"Darling, I know what ails you and it is alright. Do not hold yourself back on my account. You can have me." Loki reached his hand out to you, plastering that same grin on his face that drove you wild.
You let out a short exhale, your body almost acting on instinct by slowly reaching out for Loki's hand. You could feel your fingers tingle the closer they got to his.
"Loki, if you let me do this, we can't go back to just being friends," You whispered out to him, your muscles straining when you stopped your movements.
"I know. Perhaps I do not wish to go back after that. Have you considered the possibility that I am quite alright with going beyond that threshold?" Loki asked as he took your hand in his, crossing that gap for you.
You snapped. You immediately threw yourself into Loki's lap, crashing your lips into his. This caused him to fall back, now laying on the cold tile. He quickly wrapped him arms around you, returning your kiss as he ran his hand up the back of your shirt. He pulled his lips away and you immediately moved to start trailing kisses along his neck like you couldn't have your lips off him for even a second.
"Your skin is on fire friðill." Loki murmured as he continued to lift your shirt, letting his hands roam along the skin of your back.
"I don't care. Being this close to you is relief enough." You proved your point to Loki by pressing your hips down, moaning as you felt a prominent bulge in Loki's pants meet against your clothed heat.
Loki groaned, moving one of his hands down to your hips to hold you still. He leaned up, and held your chin in his other hand.
"Would you like us to have some privacy darling? Or do you prefer to spread yourself for every camera in this laboratory?" Loki whispered in your ear, the sternness of his voice causing a shiver in your spine.
"I don't care where you fuck me, I just need you right now," you whined out moving your hips once again against Loki's. Your ears were graced with a growl coming from the god, his hand squeezing your hip.
"Very well then. I shall grant your wish, pet. However, we should make sure you get cooled off darling." In an instant, you felt Loki's hand go cold where it rested against your back, making you flinch.
"It is alright. I'm going to change my look darling. Do not be frightened." You watched a dark blue hue start to form on parts of Loki's skin. You couldn't help but lean more into his touch, the cold relieving the uncomfortable heat you felt earlier. When you looked up at Loki, his eyes were a deep red, the white in his eyes replaced with a black void. You would have felt more afraid had you not already seen Loki's Jotun form before.
You had both been drinking heavily one night and when Loki talked about discovering several years ago he was a frost giant, you asked out of curiosity what he looked like. He was very hesitant, but you eventually coaxed him to show you. When he did, he was relieved when he saw your gentle smile and even called him handsome. However, that was the only time he had shown you until now. He was not fond of that part of himself, but you felt honored he trusted you enough to let you see that side.
"Talk to me darling, what do you require?" Loki asked, running his hands up your sides to try and relieve as much of the heat as he could.
"Anything. I just want you to make me cum," you whined out before kissing Loki again. Although Loki's touch was helping with your fever, there was still the issue of the obnoxious pulse between your legs. You knew your panties were probably soaked through, but you didn't care anymore if it meant Loki was going to get you off.
Loki obliged. He pulled back, snapping his fingers and your body was immediately hit with the cold air of the lab. He had used his magic to remove every piece of your clothing. You normally would have felt shy, given Loki is still in everything he was wearing. However, you felt it turn you on more.
"Let me see what I will be working with, pet." Loki reached one of his hands between your legs, running his finger through your folds. You jolted against his hand, moaning at the contact. He moved agonizingly slow, taking some extra time to press his finger against your bud.
"Absolutely soaked. You must be aching for a release," Loki teased, before he added a second finger against your heat.
"Loki, I don't have time for the fucking foreplay. If you don't get me off right now I'm going to do it myself." You jerked your hips against his hand, despite the ultimatum.
"You're right, darling. Forgive me. However, next time I will be taking my time with you, understood pet?" Loki whispered with an authority in his voice. You had a nagging feeling Loki liked to be in full control. Unfortunately, your situation didn't have enough freedom to allow Loki control.
"Yes. I understand"
"Yes, what?"
"Y-Yes, my lord."
"Good girl."
Loki moved quickly, laying you down against the cool tile before he slid a finger into your needy opening. Your arched your back and whined, shivering at the coldness of his finger. Oh, god was it refreshing though. Loki moved his finger against your walls purposefully, searching for your sweet spot. When he hooked his finger just right, it ripped a moan from you and you reacting with a clench around his digit.
"That's it my lovely pet. Going to get you ready for my cock, alright? Can't have you feeling uncomfortable when I give you a proper fucking, yes?" Loki began to pick up his pace, giving a few more thrusts of his finger before slowly adding in a second. He took his time, spreading them now and again to loosen your walls. You whined and squirmed every time he hit your sweet spot, feeling the knots in your stomach slowly start to tighten.
When Loki felt you start to clench tighter and tighter around his fingers, he shot you a mischievous grin, his dark eyes locking with yours, before raising his thumb to draw circles against your clit. You jolted at the contact, reveling in how nicely his fingers stretched your insides. Your mind was on cloud nine, focused on nothing but every touch Loki gave you, the way his musk smelled, the sounds of his breathing, and the way his eyes watched your every reaction. It was heaven.
"Oh, fuck Loki! S-So close! Gonna cum!" You arched your back, trying to get him to angle his fingers against your sensitive nerves again. Loki took notice and began targeting his fingers right against your sweet spot, bringing you right to the edge.
"Cum around my fingers darling, I'll give you a lovely reward if you do that for me." Loki leaned down, kissing and sucking the side of your neck while speeding up his fingers. His lips like the rest of his body were cold to the touch against your skin. You could feel his teeth sink into the skin above your pulse, coaxing a moan out of you.
It was only moments before you felt your walls clench, your orgasm crashing hard. You jerked your hips, Loki slowing down his pace to let you ride out your high. When he stopped, he slowly pulled his fingers out lifting them up and gliding his tongue between the two digits.
"Oh darling, you taste exquisite. Never have I dreamed you would be this delectable." Loki cleaned up his fingers before he leaned down and kissed you once again. When you dragged your tongue against his, you could taste your own arousal on his tongue. You whined, feeling yourself get worked up once again only mere moments after cumming. Where you once felt cool was starting to heat up again. The chemical wasn't fully worn off.
Loki felt you squeeze your thighs against his hips, and he took that as his signal to continue. He slowly pulled back, a string of saliva connecting between your tongues. When Loki looked down at you, spread out for him with beads of sweat dripping down your naked form and your cheeks flushed red, he failed to hold back a groan. The list of things he would do just to have you like this under him forever would take years to write down.
"Let's get you taken care of, pet." Loki raised his hand again, snapping his fingers. You watched his clothes slowly vanish off his form, and your eyes were blessed with Loki fully naked above you still in his Jotun form. As your eyes racked down his body, you took in every scar, every muscle, and every feature. He was a gorgeous man. Lean, toned, a picture perfect god. When your eyes locked on Loki's hardened cock resting against your stomach, you involuntarily bucked your hips against his, trying to encourage him inside.
Loki chuckled at your eagerness, leaning down and wrapping his lips around the peak of one of your breasts, using one of his hands to massage the other, his hips gently grinding against yours. You felt his cock glide between your folds rubbing your clit in the process. His chilled hands and cock against your body elicited constant whines and moans from you, urging Loki to keep going.
"God, please Loki! Please just fuck me already! I can't wait another second!!" You were quickly beginning to run out of patience. Every second that Loki wasn't giving you what you need, you felt your mind getting foggy and your skin tingling. Of course, you never acted like this on normal occasions. You considered yourself someone who, like Loki, enjoyed taking their time. Living in the moment. Today though, you just wanted to get ravished by the god.
"Forgive me my gorgeous pet, I can't help myself but to taste every inch of you. How shall you take my cock, darling?" Loki asked, smirking down at you as he leaned up from your chest.
"It doesn't matter Loki, just please take me!" You whimpered out, jerking your hips against Loki's again, drawing a groan from him.
"Very well my goddess, allow me give you everything you asked for." You watched something change in Loki's eyes. He grabbed your sides, rolling you over onto your stomach and lifted your hips up so you were practically presenting yourself to him.
"You want my cock like a harlot, then that shall be how you take it, pet." Loki held his cock, gently stroking the tip along your opening before beginning to press it inside. You felt your walls stretch around him, trying to accommodate his size. You both moaned and clenched around Loki's cock while evoking a primal growl from the god behind you. You didn't know what it was, but something about being in this position and completely at Loki's mercy spurred you on even more.
"Gods gemæcca, it was like this cunt was designed just for me." Loki gave an experimental thrust, forcing a whine from you. He leaned forward, planting both his hands on the floor at either side of you. He thrusted again. Your body jerked forward at the movement and Loki hummed before slowly setting a pace.
"Oh pet, you feel ravenous around my cock. Such a gorgeous view to compliment that as well. Do you enjoy this? Being fucked like a beast in heat?" Loki asked, his voice low and seductive. You could barely muster a reply. Every time you tried to answer, you ended up just moaning or whining. You occasionally howled out his name, which prompted Loki to give a harsher thrust into your cunt.
"F-Fuck Loki, so good!! Feels so good! Please don't ever stop my lord!!" You desperately tried to grab onto something, but the tile wouldn't allow it. You resulted into just clenching your fists as Loki's thrusts continued to jerk your body forward and back onto his cock. Loki noticed, wrapping one of his arms underneath you and pulling you up. Your back was flushed against his cold chest as he continued to thrust up into you. You gasped when his hand came up to wrap its fingers around your throat. He didn't squeeze, he simply just kept his hand there. The action caused you to clench tighter around Loki, making him growl right into your ear.
"I quite adore that filthy mouth of yours darling, I could get used to hearing you call me your lord. Perhaps once this is all said and done, I could feel your throat around my cock as well. Beg for your god to fuck your desperate cunt." Loki goaded, pleased when he felt you flutter around his length again. His thrusts began to speed up. Loki was close to his own release but he needed to make you come first before he thought of letting himself find release.
"So close Loki! I'm almost there!!"
"That's it pet, come around your god's cock like the good girl you are. I want to feel you milk me dry, do you understand?"
"Yes my lord!"
Loki drove his cock harder into you, over and over and over again. When he reached down, gliding his finger over your clit, you snapped. Your back arched as you mewled, your walls squeezing around Loki's cock as you came. Loki continued thrusting, letting you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.
"So good darling, did so well for me. Do you want my seed pet?"
"Yes! Please fill me up my lord!"
"So be it, I'm going to fill this perfect cunt for you."
Loki laid you down, thrusting deeper into you as he desperately chased his high. The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the cell, steam coming from Loki's breath. Despite is cold exterior, the room became hot from your exertions. However, it was not much longer before Loki's thrusts started to become erratic. After a few more harsh thrusts, Loki moaned out your name as you felt spurts of his cum cover your walls. He slowly came to a halt, trying to catch his breath.
You were relieved when you didn't feel the heat in your body rise again. No more pain. No more tingling. It was finally over. You felt Loki slowly pull himself from you, and when you turned your head to look back at him, you saw his skin slowly shifting back to his normal pale hue. When he opened his eyes and looked at you with a gentle worry, you gave him a reassuring smile.
"How do you feel darling?" Loki murmured, gently brushing loose strands of hair from your face.
"Much better. God I don't think I've ever been fucked that good before. If I had known you were what I needed I would have just asked you." You shakily sat up, letting Loki help you lean back into his chest as you both sat on the floor. He wrapped his arms around you and planted a gently kiss on the side of your head.
"I am pleased that's where your feelings stand. However, keep in mind this most certainly will not be the last. Now that I have had you, I am not going to just let you slip between my fingers darling." Loki conjured a damp rag, reaching down to gently clean you up. You hissed at how sensitive you were, and Loki kissed your temple as he moved gently.
"Once I get you cleaned up, you and I are going to spend some time in my chambers so you may rest. I do not believe that substance is entirely out of your system. You need to rest as much as you can ást." Once Loki was satisfied with how clean you were, he worked on putting the both of you in something more comfortable to wear for the time being.
"Loki, are you sure you want to keep helping me? I mean, you've been my best friend for two years... I don't want you to feel forced to do this.." You buried your face into the crook of Loki's neck, afraid to see his reaction. Instead, he gently lifted your chin and gave you a sincere smile.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere elskuligr. You are mine, and mine forever, understood?" Loki affirmed his statement by gently kissing your lips, holding you closer to his chest.
Every doubt and fear you had rippled away. If Loki was sure he was going to keep you around, you sure as hell weren't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially not if he was going to keep giving you a gorgeous smile like that.
"You promise? I'm yours forever?"
"I promise. Forever, and ever my darling."
"Good, because I'm not letting you go either."
Loki's smile grew before he kissed your cheek, squeezing you in his arms. Getting doused in an alien chemical wasn't exactly how you expected to end up confessing to Loki, but hey, you'd take it. At least now, you two had each other and neither one of you want it any other way.
