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Phew..this plot bunny was running around for a HOT minute! I'm not sure what my obsession is with stories that deal with betrayal of some sort...but I think I'm just a slut for some angst. Also, I've been listening to a ton of silent hill soundtracks, which put me in the mood to write something depressing. And goodness is that game good. This story is largely inspired by it, with some of the dialogue, text, and locations from the original game interwoven with my story. I changed things up a lot to follow the flow of my narrative though.
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Tom dreamt of her again that night.
Pale, blue-tinted skin. Dark sunken eyes. Her stiff, swaying feet. He could even see the chipped red nail polish on her toes with clarity.
The cruel memory was always, without fail, in perfect detail.
Over the years though, he had slowly come to accept it. The pills never helped to stop the nightmares, and no amount of avoiding sleep was going to help his case anyway.
He liked to think of it as penance.
As always, he jumped up from the bed in cold sweat. And from the cross look on his girlfriend’s face, he must’ve woken her up on accident as well.
“I’m...I’m sorry Jen,” He turned a bit to rub at her naked shoulder, and hoped the action would coax her back to sleep, “ Just another one of those falling dreams..”
“Hmrrph..” She shrugged off his hand, and turned to face away from him. Thankfully, it didn’t take much for her eyes to close once again.
Tom sighed, and rubbed at his face tiredly. Whenever he had that dream...he could never fall back to sleep. It was as if all the emotions of that day were renewed, and it was hard to shake them off until morning.
His therapist suggested he acknowledge what he felt, during this time. The sorrow. The regret. The guilt. The gut-wrenching pain.
And if he were to be completely honest, it worked most days.
Often, he would find himself scribbling away at his personal journal at 3 am, nursing a cup of tea.
He wrote about how much he wished he could reverse time. The words he could have taken back, and the words he could have said instead. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, and that he regretted ever leaving her.
Helena. Her name was Helena, but he could never bring himself to write it out. Just referred to her vaguely with pronouns.
But tonight...he couldn’t even bring himself to write. The dream was especially vivid this time around, to a disturbing degree. He could even smell the stench.
What’s worse, that smell was just as he remembered it three years ago.
Tom resisted the urge to throw up at the thought of it, and stumbled out of bed to the bathroom. He turned on the sink, and splashed the coldest water he could onto his face.
That probably wasn’t the best thing to do, either. He could still see her, swaying in that dark room against his closed eyelids.
His eyes shot open immediately, and he found himself dry heaving into the sink.
“Fuck…” he cursed silently, as his eyes began to well with tears.
It was going to be another one of those nights, and the only thing he could do was suffer through the dark memories until morning.
Slowly, he made his way to the kitchen. There was little tea could do at this stage, but it was a welcomed distraction.
“You’re really leaving...aren’t you?”
Her voice was soft, softer than it usually was.
All the yelling and screaming must have destroyed every malice she could have mustered in her body.
Her dark brown eyes were downcast, red-rimmed with sorrow.
“Lena. No...Helena. I never wanted for any of this to happen.” Although Tom intended to sound a bit caring, the words left his mouth with harsh coldness.
“I love Jen too much. Too much to stay...I’m sorry. Please understand.”
His wife looked up at him then. Her chapped lips trembled immensely with bridled anger. And even though her long hair was rather unkempt, he could still see the glare she sent his way through her bangs.
“Five...f..five years Tom. You’re r-really going to...to throw it all away for that..for..for her?”
Tears spilled from her eyes as she stuttered in anguish, and she fisted the fabric of her dress painfully as she continued, “ I... I love you so much, Tommy. I never meant anything I said...I was sick and -“
“Stop with that!” Helena was startled, and she stared up at him with wide eyes. Throughout their argument, this was the first time he had yelled so loudly at her.
His eyes were narrowed, shoulders squared. He was the embodiment of hostility.
“Don’t say things that you don’t fucking mean.”
Tom didn’t wait for her to reply. He grabbed his jacket, and left the house with a slam to the door. He’d pick up his belongings later, after he cooled down.
Although Helena infuriated him, he could never forgive himself if he hurt her physically. A part of him still loved her, even if it was small.
They were married for five years after all. He couldn’t necessarily forget it all, no matter how much he wished it was possible.
Their marriage...it was a happy one, at first. He remembered the day when he met her, how stunned he was by her beauty and tenderness.
He loved how her brown eyes looked against the sunlight, and the lone dimple that revealed itself when she smiled. He loved her gentle voice, when she would tell him about her day. Everything. He loved everything about this woman. Down from the hair, right to the toes.
However… things took a sharp turn for the worst when she became ill.
The doctors were clueless about what it was. It attacked her body so quickly and suddenly, no one could do much to help her ailing health.
Slowly but surely, she began to lose her glow.
Her smiling face was replaced with an ugly snarl, her body became skin and bones, and her kind words transformed into insults that aimed to shred at his heart.
She pushed him away with every chance she could, when all he wanted was to be there for the woman he loved.
So, who could blame him for straying?
Jennifer was kind, new, and beautiful. Everything that Helena was, but now wasn’t.
It didn’t matter to him that she was good friends with his wife. Surely, Helena would rather it be Jen than some stranger.
But now, she wanted to take back all those words of hatred, and backtrack like a coward. She begged for him to stay, despite all the times she pushed him away.
Her insults drove away the guilt whenever he went to Jennifer for solace. But if she decided to just take it all back now… where did that leave him?
Tom stewed like that for hours, walking about the neighborhood before he decided to make his way back to the house. It was late morning when he left, but the skies were already starting to darken.
Time flies when you’re upset, it seemed.
He readied and steeled himself to face her again. He was going to pack the rest of his things, and then leave.
For good this time.
But he hated that his heart still ached at the thought of it, despite everything that she put him through.
Tom entered the house cautiously, and searched for any signs of his wife. When he left, she was still sitting on the living room couch. Hours had gone by, so he wasn’t sure why he still expected her to be there.
Worst case scenario, she was in their bedroom. With how erratic she’d been acting lately, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she tried to prevent him from leaving.
Best case scenario, she was asleep in there. Her illness made her extremely weak, which caused her to sleep more often than not.
Tom found himself in front of the door, hand frozen on the knob.
He was tired, tired from all the fighting. If possible, he wanted to ignore her as he quietly gathered his things together.
With these thoughts in mind, he opened the door -
To the sight of Helena’s feet hovering above the floor.
“Tom, Tom? Thomas!”
He jumped from the kitchen table, and knocked his knee on it in surprise.
He grimaced, and looked up at Jennifer who gave him a worried look.
“Why are you out here? You even fell asleep..”
Tom looked around his surroundings, disoriented. He fell asleep?
He remembered coming to the kitchen to make some tea for his nerves. But before he realized it…
“I’m not sure how that happened...I’m sorry Jen.”
“..It’s okay, Tom. Are you feeling okay..?” She placed her hand on his forehead, her voice tinged with concern, “ You can call out sick, you know? Talk to me,”
Tom stiffened. He contemplated many times, talking to Jennifer about his dreams. But...she had been badly affected by Helena’s death as well.
She was friends with her, after all. Jen felt just as much guilt and shame that he did.
But Jennifer refused to talk about it, about her. Her way of coping was to forget Helena ever existed for her own sanity.
They were both monsters, monsters who drove the one they cared about to her death. They truly deserved one another.
Tom only shook his head at her question, and attempted to reassure her with a weak smile, “I’m fine, honest. But I’ll call out today...I’ve been working too much at the office.”
Jennifer didn’t pursue the topic any further, and returned his smile. “ Thank gosh, you’ve been taking way too many hours. Just relax for once,”
He watched as she moved about the kitchen through tired eyes, to fix herself some coffee. “There’s some mail on the table, by the way. I picked them up before I came in here.”
Now that she mentioned it, there was a small pile of envelopes on the table. He looked at them all indifferently, and dismissed the majority of them as junk or bills.
“..I’ll sift through them. Make me a cup as well, would you?”
He dragged the pile in front of him, and wiped his eyes to take away some of the droopiness.
He cracked his neck, and massaged his shoulder with a hand as he began to look through the mail. Like he expected, there were some bills, some junk… and..
A beige, worn out envelope that was sealed with red wax.
But the look of the envelope wasn’t what caught his eyes. It was the name on it that caused Tom’s throat to go dry, and his sweat to grow cold.
From: Helena
There wasn’t a return address, just her name.
Was this some sort of sick joke?
Unless it was possible for a dead woman to send letters, then the likelihood that it was his Helena that sent it was extremely low.
Still though...his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Why did he feel so terrified?
First the nightmares, now this.
“Hey..everything okay?” Jen placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him, and sat at the table, “You’ve been staring at that for a good minute now...is the bill that much?”
She took a sip of her own coffee, her voice lightly teasing.
“What? Oh, no, it’s nothing,” Tom quickly snapped out of it, and tossed the envelope aside as casually as he could, “Just some junk.”
Tom wasn’t sure what possessed him to take the envelope with him on his run.
Despite everything that told him to leave it closed, to leave it unread, he also felt the urgent need to keep it by his side.
He ran through a secluded park, with the envelope stuffed in his jacket pocket. If he was going to read it, he didn’t want Jennifer to know. Especially if it was actually from... her.
There was a drizzle earlier on, so the park benches were rather wet. However, he didn’t care as he plopped down to sit, and reached into his jacket pocket for the envelope.
A stray droplet of water from the overhanging tree fell on the envelope, as he sat and stared at it in silence.
Tom felt that he was probably overreacting. No, he most definitely was. There was no way on earth it was from his Helena. The same Helena who he still loved, to this very day. The same woman who took her own life that fateful evening.
He was only going to set himself for extreme disappointment if he hoped for that much.
Tom held his breath, and tore open the envelope without any regard for the wax seal.
And as he read its contents, the entire world came to a standstill.
In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
You promised me you'd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well, I'm alone there now...
In our 'special place'...
Waiting for you...
Waiting for you to come to see me.
I know I’ve done some terrible things to you.
Something you’ll never forgive me for.
I wish I could change that, but I can’t.
I just...didn’t want you to see me like that anymore.
That ugly, repulsive me.
I was so angry all the time, and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially you, Tommy.
That's why I understand if you hate me, even now.
But I want you to know this.
I'll always love you.
And I want to see you, no matter how long it takes.
I’ll always be here…waiting.
With love,
Lena
He remembered her handwriting. Her letters were always scribbled elegantly, but felt rushed at the same time. This was written by her. There was no doubt about it in his soul. He could even hear her gentle voice as he read it.
The emotions Tom currently felt was like a kaleidoscope. Confusion, hope. Sorrow, fear. And above all, excitement.
Excitement, at the small, unlikely chance that she was still alive.
Even if it didn’t make sense, even if it went against all reason. Even if he had been the one to pull her dead body from the ceiling himself.
If he had the chance to see her again...just once more…
He was going to take it.
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Tom vaguely remembered that town she spoke of, in the letter.
Silent hill.
They went there once, for their honeymoon. It was a foggy little town, ways out in the middle of nowhere. Although it was scarcely populated, it was beautiful.
Helena had a strange obsession with the town, and she begged him constantly to take her back. But he was the type to enjoy the hustle and bustle of people, and the town was far too quiet for his liking.
Quiet to the point of being unsettling.
So although she begged him practically every year, he would always dredge up some excuse as to why they couldn’t go.
But now here he was, on his way to that very town against all sense.
“This place...isn’t it a bit too creepy for a resort?” Jennifer’s voice broke the silence in the car, and reminded him that he was not alone. Her eyes were trained outside the window, with furrowed brows.
Tom ground his teeth in frustration. He couldn’t come up with a proper excuse, as to why he wanted to leave so suddenly without arousing suspicion.
So...he disguised the trip as a mini-vacation, for the both of them. It would have been extremely preferable if he came alone... but he’d figure something out, eventually.
“It’s supposed to be a quiet, peaceful getaway. We’ve been needing some of that for a while now,” Tom said, in a nonchalant tone. “Besides, it’s only for a day or two.”
“Eh...I guess,” Jennifer still sounded thoroughly unconvinced, as they passed by the dilapidated welcome sign of the town. “I just thought it’d be, I don’t know...well kept?”
“It’s a part of the charm.” Tom wasn’t sure if he wanted to convince her, or himself with that statement.
Jen had a point. It’s been years since he came to this place, but he remembered that there was a decent amount of people that lived here.
Although the area was indeed very quiet...it definitely wasn’t a ghost town like he was seeing.
They were well inside the town now, but they still had yet to see anyone. The oppressive fog didn’t help matters either. He glanced down at the map on his lap, just to make sure they were going in the right direction.
“Hey...do you think we should just turn around? It looks pretty abandoned,”
Jennifer worried at her lip, her expression uncertain.
“...Like I said. A part of the charm. We’ll see some people, eventually.”
He could feel her anxiety from the passenger seat, and it started to affect his own mood.
The only thing that kept him from turning the car around, was Helena. The prospect of possibly seeing her again was too great a temptation.
But the question is...where was she, exactly?
Helena mentioned something about a ‘special’ place in the letter. That she’d be waiting for him there. But there were just so many possibilities… because this whole town was their special place.
Did she mean the park, by the lake? They would spend hours sitting on the bench...just the two of them, staring at the water. In their own little world.
Could Helena truly be alive...waiting for him there? The man who betrayed her so cruelly?
“Tom...Tom!!”
At Jen's sudden screech, Tom hit the brakes immediately, which caused the car to lurch forward violently.
He looked at her, as his heart thrummed against his chest, “What, what is it!”
“There.. right there, there was... there was..!”
She looked absolutely terrified, as she stared outside of the passenger window.
“Jen, calm down! What did you see?”
She didn’t look at him at all, and continued to stare outside the window, “In the fog. I saw a lady..and she.. she looked like… she was just right there..!”
Tom couldn’t make sense of what she wanted to say at all. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and addressed her once again, “I know you’re paranoid, Jen. But please, just calm down. It was probably just a resident.”
He really wished he came here alone all the more.
Jennifer was really shaken up, for whatever reason. And she went silent for the rest of the ride. Though, he certainly wasn’t about to complain about that.
Eventually, they saw a large building in the distance, right alongside the lake they’d been driving by.
Lake View Hotel. The same hotel where he stayed with Helena, on their honeymoon.
“...We’re here.”
Tom parked right by the curb of the sidewalk, a reasonable distance from the building.
But...something wasn’t quite right.
When he first came here with Helena, he clearly remembered that the hotel was on the other side of the lake, and they had to cross it with a rowboat. It was surrounded by a body of water, after all. And it was only accessible by a boardwalk.
However, the building was on this side instead. Completely opposite from what he remembered.
He decided not to think too deeply about it, though. Years had passed, and things might’ve changed.
“Wait, we’re getting out here?!” Jennifer asked in disbelief, her voice raised. The area was run-down, foggy, and quite frankly, disgusting. Tom couldn’t even blame her for her discomfort.
“Yes, Jen. There’s nowhere else to park,” he said, and exited the car first. “Come on, before it starts to get dark.”
Jennifer left the car with extreme hesitancy, and crossed her arms to hug herself. “Tom...this...this is like a freaking ghost town! Are you sure we can’t just...go somewhere else?” She tried to reason with him...but it was like he was another person entirely when he replied.
“If that’s what you want to do, I won’t stop you. Take the car.” He answered curtly, and began to walk ahead of her.
“I...what? Wait, please, Tom!” She ran up to him, and grabbed his arm, “What do you mean take the car?! You know I can’t drive. And I can’t just leave you behind! This...this isn’t like you,” Jennifer attempted to turn him towards her, but he remained stiff.
“...Did you ever really know me, Jen?”
When he finally looked at her, Jennifer took a step back due to his scary expression. “Because I don’t think you do. Not like Lena did anyway.”
“Len...Helena? Why..what does she have to do with this?!”
Jen immediately went on the defensive, and matched his hostile energy.
“She has everything to do with this! You were her friend, and she was my wife. Yet you refuse to even talk about her-”
“She killed herself! She left us behind! Even before that, she treated you like shit! She broke your heart...and I was the one who picked up the fucking pieces!”
The argument had escalated extremely quickly. But Tom didn’t care.
“How..how fucking dar-”
Tom didn’t even get to finish his sentence. He had blinked his eyes for even less than a second.
And then she was gone.
Tom was stunned, and didn’t register what happened.
His mouth was left open as the sentence died on his lips.
“Huh..?”
He looked around disoriented, whiplashed, and confused.
What? How? Where..What?
These were the questions that ran rampant inside his mind, as he looked about frantically for the woman he was just fighting with.
Jennifer was just right there, in front of him. He even remembered her angered expression clearly. But he had barely blinked his eyes before she disappeared into thin air.
She didn’t even scream.
Tom’s bones were weak from fear and confusion. He felt nauseous.
“..Jen? Jennifer? Jennifer!” He began to walk ahead, almost running, and screamed into the fog.
He walked around the area, and yelled her name like that for what felt like hours. But what answered him back were the endless echoes beyond the mist.
“Where...where the hell..?” Tom was out of breath, his body wrought with fear and exhaustion. He brought his hands to his knees and hunched over.
He came here to find Helena. He just wanted to see his wife again, to talk to her one last time. Even if it were some sort of delusion he concocted to stay sane.
But now..even Jennifer was...
He tried not to think about that possibility. Jennifer had to be alright. She had somewhere in this godforsaken town.
Tom looked up from his knees, and up at the large building ahead. Lakeview hotel.
He was going to start there.
Inside the hotel was a stark contrast to the rest of the town. While the outside was in a state of disrepair...the inside of the hotel remained untouched by time. In fact...it was just as he remembered.
The only difference was...the lights were almost dim to the point of darkness, and he needed to use his phone light for added visibility.
“Jennifer..? Are you in here?” Tom called out, as he walked the halls of the hotel. He passed the receptionist’s desk, and moved towards the elevator in the distance.
Despite the apparent lack of proper electricity, it still seemed to function perfectly.
According to the elevator, there were six floors in total.
And without hesitation, he immediately chose the third floor.
Jennifer could have been on the first two floors, for all he knew. He could have searched every room, every corner.
However..he and Helena stayed in room 312 for their honeymoon.
It was a beautiful room, he remembered. There were large windows, and the view of the lake was extraordinary.
As Tom felt the elevator move, and watched as the numbers slowly rose to three...he recalled a memory.
“Goodness...isn’t it beautiful, Tommy?”
Tom watched as his beloved sat by the window, her hand pressed against the glass.
“I’m so glad we came here...it’s peaceful.”
He laughed, and moved closer to sit next to his wife. He draped his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her closely to his chest.
“I think it’s a bit too peaceful, though. I’m not sure how you convinced me to come, but,”
Tom breathed in the scent of her hair, and closed his eyes. “I agree, it is beautiful. Hazy and mysterious, just like a dream. It reminds me of you.”
Her embarrassed laugh echoed throughout the room, and she nuzzled her head further into his neck. “Hehe...you’re such a charmer.”
She tightened her arms around his body. Her next words were whispered faintly, but he heard her clearly through the quiet of the room.
“But if this is a dream...I don’t ever want to wake up.”
Tom stood inside the room. By the large window, was a figure.
Her hair was a short, dusty blonde, and she wore a white floral dress.
The same dress that Helena wore that day on their honeymoon.
However...his wife was far from blonde.
The only blonde he knew was Jennifer.
“Jen..Jennifer? Is that you..?” She turned to look at him, instead of the window.
As soon as he saw her face, his suspicions were confirmed.
“Oh.. oh thank goodness,” Tom breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his hunch was correct. He didn’t know why she suddenly appeared in this room, but was pleased that he found her this quickly.
“Jen, you were right. We..we shouldn’t stay here…”
Jennifer only looked at him with a confused expression, and approached him with an air of worry.
“Tommy, did something happen to you? Are you...confusing me with someone else?”
Tom looked at her like she was crazy. “What? Jen, what are you on about..? And why are you wearing that..”
Jennifer had never, not once, referred to him as ‘Tommy’ in the three years they had been together. That was Helena’s endearment, and no one else’s.
She giggled, the sound of it melodic and gentle. “Oh, Tommy...you were always so forgetful. Remember that time, when you got lost trying to find our room at this hotel? I almost had to call a search party!”
She laughed once again, this time unrestrained. He recognized that beautiful laughter.
“Aren’t…” Tom’s throat felt impossibly dry. “Aren’t you Jennifer?”
Jennifer went silent. Her smile deepened, and her eyes darkened from their previous shade of blue.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. I’m here for you, Tom.”
He didn’t move an inch as she approached him.
Slowly, she removed the straps of her dress.
He allowed her to take his hand, and she placed it on top of her naked chest.
Tom didn’t realize it, but his face was drenched with tears. He squeezed the softness of her flesh, and his nails dug to the point it drew blood.
It was warm. He held his blood-stained fingers up to his face.
Before him, stood a woman with dark brown eyes, that would reflect beautifully against the sun.
Before him, stood a woman with the gentlest voice.
Before him, stood a woman with long dark hair, that ended right below her shoulders.
Helena smiled a sickly sweet smile. She took his hand once again, and moved it to cup her face.
I haven’t been updating here since I’ve been too lazy to transfer the chapters honestly. But, here are the links to the rest of the chapters up to the latest ( The story is still ongoing)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 1 That’s what comes of hungering for something; you forget to check if it’s rotten before you gobble it down - Cherie Priest
My bank has a surprisingly cheerful app for something that offers nothing but depression and pain.
Sunny yellow, not aggressive or blaring, like police line yellow which would be more appropriate. It has a nice font, and uses pleasant, fun sort of language that implies they hired a firm of young, hip yet sincere people to create it for them. I can picture them in their open floor plan office space, dressed in cool outfits with oddly colored shoes. The men would all have interesting facial hair. The women would all have amazing eyeglasses.
They confer for hours to make this the best banking app in the world, so user friendly that even when you peek at your devastatingly grim financial reality you would still find yourself admiring the quality of the interface.
There was some good news.
I could pay my rent.
There was some bad news.
I couldn’t afford luxuries. Like the phone I was using to look at my bank account. Or possibly food. Especially delivered groceries since with my asthma I was afraid to go out at all. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about the other utilities for several more months.
Covid had stolen my job, and I had only finally waited out the virtual lines and automatic hang-ups to collect unemployment after a month of trying, but that time had destroyed my savings and nerves. The hole I was in financially was turning out to be six feet deep and coffin-shaped.
ONLY MY @nildespirandum could make such a luscious and perfect vampire Loki! It all makes sense in her world! Oh please let the next chapter contain smut. Pleasepleaseplease
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Thought I’d give this a little signal boost on here as its now complete and posted in its entirety!!!
Chapters: 23/23
Fandom: Tom Hiddleston AU - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/ OFC
Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Alma George OFC, Tom Hiddleston (Jaguar “British Villains” Commercial)
Additional Tags: Love, Violence, Organized Crime, Kidnapping, Secrets, Sex, Fluff and Smut
Summary:
Alma George had always craved adventure.
Adventure was what Thomas Hiddleston offered her.
Behind the suits and money was a man who craved the same excitement from life that she did.
It was love at first sight.
But Thomas Hiddleston was also a man with a dark secret, and when that secret causes Alma to question the morals of her true love, she is faced with a terrifying decision, and she’s forced on an adventure she doesn’t want to take.
If you’d like to be added, let me know. I’ve also posted this on AO3
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Evelyn barely made it halfway down the hall, before she felt Loki’s large hand engulfing her wrist.
Screw him and his long ass legs.
By now the tears had long escaped her eyes, and she’d be damned if she let him see, lest she annoyed him even more.
“Evelyn! Why in the world are you -”
“ - Can I please...just go?” Her face was stubbornly turned away from his, as she attempted to keep her voice steady. But like he so nicely said a few minutes ago, she was easy to read.
"I will not let you go, especially if you're crying like this,"
Evelyn shrugged her hand out of his grip, surprising them both, "... I'm fine! Like you said, I'm too damn expressive. I'll get over it." She said that, but her voice wavered greatly due to tears.
"Please love, follow me back inside. My words were much harsher than intended...I admit that.”
He stepped closer, but she backed away in turn.
“You..you spoke to me like I was fucking slow. Like a child. How was I supposed to know you hated your sister’s fucking guts!”
Her tears flowed freely now, and Evelyn couldn’t help but feel more ashamed. She was always more sensitive than others, so whenever she was reprimanded, yelled at, or scolded in her younger days, tears would immediately follow.
Unfortunately, those feelings had yet to change.
“Evelyn, you are far from slow, and you are not a child. I.. I am sorry. That was not what I meant to imply.”
Loki wasn’t the warmest person in the first place, so he did not know how to comfort others through regular means, not to mention apologizing.
In fact, Evelyn was probably the first person he'd properly apologized to in years.
Simply because in the past he didn't give two shits how his blunt, unfiltered words affected others. If they understood his point, that was all that mattered.
But as a consequence, he caused the woman he cared for to cry.
“You said what you said, okay?” Evelyn sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, “I’m...I’m just gonna go home. I’ll grade the tests there,” she made her way past him to head back to the office. Loki immediately followed, his voice revealing a hint of frustration, “Please do not be like this,”
“Like what? Childish?” She picked up her bag that was lying on the couch once she reached inside, then gathered the pile of tests neatly into her hands, “I need a folder for these, by the way.”
Loki’s face hardened, “If you’re going to leave without speaking to me properly, then yes, you’re being childish. I apologized for how I phrased my words, but my point still stands.”
“Well... I got your point. But this was what you signed up for. An immature, clumsy mess of a woman. I can't keep secrets for shit, and I'm easy as hell to read. If you thought I'd be anything else...sorry to disappoint.”
Evelyn looked at him with mustered courage, holding out her hand, “A folder, please? Then I'll leave.”
She could see the gears practically working inside his head, as he stared at her outstretched hand with narrowed eyes.
It took a moment. And without warning, he reached out to grab her by the wrist.
Since the action was sudden, the tests she held against her chest with her free arm fluttered to the floor.
Loki pulled her against him, as he stared down into her widened, startled eyes,
“Immature and clumsy, you say?”
He laughed mirthlessly, and the sound of it sent a shiver down Evelyn's spine.
"My darling girl, while I am quite infatuated with you... I will only apologize just once. If you cannot sense my sincerity, then I am at a loss."
She attempted to pull back against his grip, but his hold remained firm, "I am not a gentle man, especially when I am this peeved. So yes, I spoke as if you were incompetent. And no, I will not do so again."
Loki brought his other hand up to her cheek, staring into her tear-filled eyes, "Because seeing you cry like this is discomforting. Any other time, I would have revelled to be the cause of it."
He let her go then. Unsurprisingly, Evelyn backed away immediately. "That's... that's a weird ass way to apologize..."
"Is it really? I've brought you to tears before, but at the time we both enjoyed the reasons why."
Evelyn was still hurt and put off, but she could not help the way her face heated at his suggestive words. She cleared her throat, hoping to bring her mind out the gutter, “...Anyway, the reason you’re so pissed is because of that lady, Hela. What’s the whole deal with that?”
At the mention of his sister’s name, a scornful expression quickly appeared on his face, “Must I explain? I was actually starting to forget about that horrid encounter.”
“Considering you hurt my feelings because of her, I think that’s pretty fair.”
Loki sighed in resignation. He did feel regretful, so it was the least he could do.
“Due to past...issues between us, she despises me, and the feeling is mutual. I am not sure why she came here personally after all this time, but I could only assume it was to make my life difficult. Evidently, I was correct.”
“Oh…” Evelyn chewed at her bottom lip, now feeling worried, “ I didn’t know it was like that...she won’t cause us any trouble, right? Like tell anyone about us, or..?”
“Not necessarily. While she’s certainly curious, I doubt she cares that much at the moment to take action. However...seeing her brought back unpleasant memories, and I imparted my agitation upon you,”
Evelyn did not step away this time when he moved toward her, and allowed him to slowly pull her into an embrace, “ I was worried about what she might have done and said to you if she discovered we were together, as she is still quite vengeful. I truly did not mean to patronize you.”
She listened patiently to his reasoning. Evelyn was clueless as to what kind of history the siblings shared, but it must be particularly bad to have affected his mood this much.
“As long as you know. I’m...I’m just really sensitive, and I hate being talked to like that in general. Especially by you.”
“I know, my dear. I will mind my tone in the future,”
He tightened his hold, kissing the top of her head, “How shall I make it up to you?”
Evelyn pulled away from him slowly, putting a smile on her face as she spoke quietly, “Um, I’ll think about it. But I just need some time to myself right now…”
Her heart dropped when his face transformed into a frown. Loki probably thought she was going to stay with him, but she needed space to evaluate how she currently felt. He apologized and she acknowledged that - but a part of her couldn’t help but still feel unsettled.
Loki fixed his expression immediately, his smile mirroring hers in its falsity, “If that is how you feel, then I won’t force you to stay. I will take you home,”
“Uh...actually, I want to walk home this time. It’s a nice evening out, so…”
Evelyn didn’t feel like riding in his car at the moment, especially with the tension currently between them. Aside from that, the fresh air would do good to clear her thoughts.
However, the look Loki gave her right then almost changed her mind.
Evelyn thought he was going to chastise her once more. But instead, Loki closed his eyes as he spoke in a deceptively calm manner,
“I am not entirely comfortable with you walking by yourself… especially since it has gotten late. But so be it,”
Before Evelyn could even breathe a sigh of relief, her professor interjected once more, “ Since that is the case, I will accompany you on your walk home.”
“What?” Her voice was louder than intended, but that was the last thing she expected him to say.
“Well, I mean, don’t you have work to do? And, like, I’ve walked home alone plenty of times, you don’t need to go out of your way…”
“You are my partner now. While I acknowledge your autonomy and independence, I prioritize your safety above all else.”
She became momentarily speechless, her mouth closing and opening as she tried to gather up another excuse, “Well, I mean, we can’t be seen walking together...and stuff. That might be suspicious right? Especially considering the whole thing with your sister…”
“Walking together is not a filthy act. We will be fine,”
Loki turned around to return to his desk, picking up his jacket from the hanger right next to it. He looked at the tests still strewn about on the floor, then back to Evelyn. “We will grade these...exams another time. With much focus. ”
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“Do you walk this distance every day?” Loki said after a while, as he walked side by side with Evelyn. Well, they were side by side - but she insisted that they remain a reasonable distance apart from each other, despite the fact that they were no longer on campus.
Evelyn blamed it mostly on paranoia, but she was actually just feeling petty. If someone wronged her in any way, she held onto that resentment for at least a day or more. Even if they apologized.
So Loki accompanied her mostly in silence, as he probably sensed she was still feeling a bit bitter. If he thought that was childish, he made no indication that he thought so.
Evelyn jumped a bit, his voice pulling her from her thoughts, “Uhm...yeah. It’s not that bad, just a half an hour walk.”
“..It is no wonder you were always late for classes. Does your sister not drive?”
“She does...but I just like the scenery. And I’m good at speed-walking.”
At her answer, Loki’s brows furrowed.
While the area where Evelyn lived wasn’t all that bad, it wasn’t good either. The streets were covered in litter, with the odd stench here and there as they passed by the shops and delis. The only good aspect he observed was the abundance of trees since there was a park in the vicinity.
Loki frankly thought it was filthy, but he kept that bit to himself.
“It is...nice. I suppose.”
Evelyn didn’t seem to notice his disdain and only smiled faintly at his answer, “I mean, it could be better. But I try to enjoy the little beauty in things, Y’know?”
Loki remained quiet as she said so, his expression thoughtful at her words.
The rest of the walk continued in silence, and Evelyn only piped up once more when she saw that they reached her apartment.
"Well, we're here…" Evelyn stopped in front of the staircase leading up to the building, turning to face him. The air between them wasn't all that pleasant still, judging from his stiff posture.
There was an awkward silence between them now as they stared at each other, neither unsure of what to do next.
Did she kiss him goodbye now? No, she still felt off. Then a small hug?
While she pondered her options, Evelyn didn't see that her sister had exited the building, humming a tune as she did so.
Candice stopped right in her tracks once she saw the pair below the stairs.
"Uhh...Eve?"
Both Loki and Evelyn’s gazes shot up towards the stairs instantly at the sound of her voice.
“Wait...is this…?” Candice’s finger pointed to Loki, as she looked down at them in astonishment.
Evelyn was frozen, whilst Loki’s expression was rather hard to decipher.
“Is this professor Laufeyson?!” Candice shot down the steps in record time, her body radiating with excitement.
“I...um, yeah..?” Evelyn replied awkwardly, still shaken by Candice’s unexpected intrusion.
Candice didn’t seem to read the awkwardness in the air though, judging by her next words, “Holy crap, so it is? Well damn, he’s even finer in person -“
Before Evelyn could reply in aghast and embarrassment at her sister’s bold words, Loki piped up with confidence, unperturbed. “Candice, correct?” Loki held out his hand for a handshake, which she stared at for a moment before taking it, “ Your sister speaks much about you.”
“Oh does she now?” She quirked a brow in question in Evelyn’s direction, before looking back to Loki, “Well, I hope it was all good! She tells me a lot about you too, Mr. Laufeyson.”
“Then I assume Evelyn informed you about us? And please, just Loki is fine.”
Evelyn stood in silence, observing the two as she marinated in nervousness. The tension between her and Loki was already off as is with what happened, and she hoped Candice didn’t worsen it with her choice of words.
“Yeah, I know y’all seeing each other. Wanna come inside actually? I just made some dinner and you can join us. I wanna know more about how y’all met-”
Evelyn’s head whipped towards Candice. What now?
She interjected immediately in alarm at her sister’s chatter, “ I - Candice, hold up would you! Loki’s busy and he has to walk back, you can’t just -“
“If you would have me, then I shall join you.” He looked towards Evelyn, her mouth still open after stopping mid-sentence, “ That is, if Evelyn is fine with that.”
“Of course she is! Right, Evie?”
Both of them turned to look at her for a response, and she couldn’t help but feel pressured. “I - of course I don’t mind… but weren’t you just about to leave Candice? And Loki...you don’t have to feel obligated to stay or anything,”
“I was just gonna take a lil jog. But nope, changed my mind!”
“I want to stay not out of obligation but to spend more time with you. This is far from bothersome.”
They spoke one after another, backing her into a corner. She had no good reason to argue, so Evelyn couldn’t help but eventually relent.
“I...okay. If it isn’t any trouble to you…”
“Let’s head inside then! I hope you like curry chicken Loki cause that’s all I made,”
“That sounds absolutely delightful,”
And so, Evelyn followed behind them helplessly as they trudged up the steps to her apartment, uncertainty piling inside her gut.
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Evelyn should’ve expected this, but she had no idea that she would be this sore.
After the shower, they both became somewhat insatiable. It was as though Loki couldn’t get enough of her, and she of him. The taboo of their relationship spurred on their lust, the need to be connected to each other in every way possible great. So like he had promised, he fucked her into the late hours of the night.
While she was grateful that her first time was far from terrible...she made a mental note to learn her limits. She thought the idea of getting fucked silly by the man she pined for would be a dream come true - but the effects on her body afterwards was kind of a bitch.
Evelyn hopped and limped all the way to Loki’s car when they left his house early in the morning, wincing with every step. She attributed the amount of pain she was in due to the fact that she was simply not used to sex, and her professor’s size was considerable.
Perhaps the more they did it, the less pain there would be overtime?
Just the thought of a ‘next time’ in Loki’s bed was enough to set off another wave of butterflies inside her stomach. Whatever pain she was in right now, it was worth it.
Loki, however, had long noticed Evelyn’s plight - in fact, he even had the gall to tease her about it, offering to carry her up the steps to her door like a princess once they reached her apartment.
He sounded pretty serious about it too, so Evelyn couldn't help but blush even though she knew he was just messing around. It was going to be a challenge getting used to his playful side…
Evelyn promised him that she'd stop by his office later on in the day, to resume her duties as his TA. Since she wouldn’t be able to attend the Monday lecture to help out this time around for obvious reasons, the least she could do was grade some exams.
She dreaded grading, especially since it was math( another reason why she skipped meetings in the beginning…) but now that the dynamic between her and Loki has changed considerably, she was actually looking forward to being productive in his presence.
They parted with a kiss, and Evelyn made her way to her apartment door slowly. Now, she just had to try to walk inside like there wasn't a stick up her ass.
To Evelyn’s surprise and dismay, Candice was waiting for her on the couch, a cup of hot cocoa in hand as she watched her hop through the front door.
Evelyn was secretly banking on the fact that she had left for work already, since Candice mentioned offhandedly that she took up more shifts at her hospital.
But alas, the shit-eating grin that was plastered on Candice’s face meant that she must’ve called in sick to witness Evelyn’s limp of shame, first thing.
“Well! I’ll be damned,”
Evelyn stubbornly ignored her in embarrassment as she limped past the couch to head to her room, but Candice set down her mug to follow her, giggling like a fool, “He busted that cherry so hard he got you hoppin’ like a bunny! Sheesh...”
"Not now, Candice…" Her face felt hot, desperately wishing her sister had some sort of filter.
"Did y'all use a rubber? Did he hurt you? Because if he hurt you Eve -"
Candice was going to badger her until all was answered, so Evelyn relented with a grimace, hoping she would leave her alone after she was satisfied,
“ No! He didn’t hurt me...and yes, we used protection. Each time.”
“Each ti- each time?! How many times did y’all fu- ”
Evelyn cut her off before she could finish, “I’ll answer all the juicy deets later, okay!? I didn’t have time to shower before we left, and I wanna do that now. Please?”
Candice realized she was being a bit overbearing, backing off a bit. Evelyn was extremely fun to tease and make fun off, but she knew her sister had limits,
“Sorry, sorry. My baby sister never seemed the type to be interested in sex or anything before...so to do it with a professor of all people for your first time! And a kinky one! Don’t blame me for being interested and concerned...”
Evelyn ignored the kinky comment, limping inside her room as she replied, “I mean, is the professor thing really that big a deal? I’m technically just a former student of his...”
“Not really, you already know how my hoe phase was. Fucked a few teachers in my college days. But you have to be careful with these older men Eve, since you’re new to this sort of thing. Don't get attached. Especially if his dick game’s good, he will manipulate the hell outta you,”
"...Speaking from experience?"
"Yep. Found out this guy was a whole married man and I still went back to fuck. Good dick messes with your morals sis,"
Evelyn had a hard time taking her words seriously since Candice lacked morals in the first place, but pretended to agree so she could leave her be,
"I'll make sure to be careful, okay? Can I shower now?"
"Yeah yeah, we'll talk more later. Remember what I said, hmm?"
And with that, Candice left her room with a skip to her step.
Evelyn didn’t bother processing her sister’s warning, going straight to the shower to relieve her sore muscles.
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By the time Evelyn made her way unto the campus, the pain had lessened considerably. She still had to walk a bit carefully, but she didn’t feel as raw as before. While she showered, she also noticed bruises alongside her hip and waist - she even had to use more than a bit of makeup to cover the new ones Loki had ‘affectionately’ placed in plain sight on her neck.
She was especially hard to bruise, so she was baffled at the amount she currently had.
Evelyn thought that she should at least feel miffed about it, but somehow the thought of being marked as his, in any way, sent a thrill through her being. Even when he was rough at some points...
I had sex just once and I’m already a deviant…hehe.
Evelyn was quite busy daydreaming about the naughty events from last night, that she didn’t see the tall figure standing in her way as she headed towards Loki’s office.
‘Oof!’
As expected, she collided straight into the person’s side, yelping in the process.
“Oh shit - I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention…”
She looked up apologetically at the woman in front of her - lithe and pale, with narrowed blue eyes that accentuated her intimidating presence.
Perhaps because she also had dark hair and sharp facial features, she saw a vague resemblance to Loki.
“Obviously, you weren’t,” the woman replied curtly, before giving a tight smile,
“But, I’ll forgive you if you were to lend some assistance.”
Her tone carried a sort of cold arrogance, as Evelyn shrunk underneath her stare. She even had Loki’s accent…
“Uh...of course! How can I help…?” Although she was in a bit of a rush to get to where she needed to be, she did not want the woman in front of her to be any more pissed off than she already seemed to look.
She showed Evelyn a map of the campus that was in her hands, pointing at the building she wanted to head to, “This map is much too complicated for me, and I’m trying to look for this building. I need to find someone, and this is where his office is apparently.”
“Oh, I’m actually heading there!” Evelyn was glad that the woman pointed towards the science department - the campus was fairly large, and she barely knew half of the map. “If you don’t mind me asking, who’re you trying to find? I can show you to them directly…”
She didn’t have to go the extra mile, merely walk with her to the building. But Evelyn had always been a people pleaser.
“Ah, I’m looking for my brother. Are you a student of his, perhaps? I do know that he teaches here…Loki Odinson. Or Laufeyson, whatever he wants to go by nowadays.”
“Brother? You’re Loki’s sister?” Evelyn asked in a surprised tone, voice elevated. He did mention he two had siblings during their date, but he never went into detail about anything.
The woman looked at her oddly, a small chuckle leaving her lips, “Well, you certainly sound quite familiar with him.”
Evelyn realized her mistake, hastily rushing to fix it. Loki was fine with Candice knowing everything, but she still wasn’t sure about his side of the family.
“Oh, about that...I usually just call all the professors by their names, haha…”
“My brother really dislikes being referred to in an informal manner, so I find the idea of him allowing that unlikely.”
“.....”
Evelyn was momentarily speechless, akin to a deer in headlights.
“Uhm, you see, I -“
“No need to explain,” the woman stepped closer, a bit too close for comfort as she scrutinized Evelyn’s face, “You’re his exact type, you know. Short, timid, pretty. He’s probably quite taken with you...”
As she looked her up and down, a spark of realization lit her eyes..
“Miss...you’re stepping out of line here.”
She was assuming way too much, for just a minor slip up. And who spoke like this to someone they just met?
“Oh, It's just harmless teasing,” she stepped back, her smile starting to look a lot more natural.
She pulled out her hand for a handshake, “ Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hela. Hela Odinson. And you?”
Evelyn gave a momentary look of reluctance before accepting the handshake, “Uhm, Evelyn Monroe. Nice to meet you, I guess?”
Hela’s smile became broader, “Let’s walk and talk, hmm?”
Evelyn was very uncomfortable, but started to walk regardless.
As they made their way towards Loki’s office, Hela, surprisingly, insisted on making small talk. Evelyn pegged her for the cold and silent type like her brother, but she was entirely the opposite. She asked general questions about what Evelyn did, her age, etc. But unfortunately, she also kept asking suggestive questions, hoping for another slip up on her end.
“I haven’t spoken to my brother in a while, so I’m clueless as to how he’s doing. Does he treat you well, Evelyn?”
Hela began adopting a familiar and warmer tone, softening Evelyn’s first impression. It succeeded in lulling her into a sense of minor comfort, “Oh, he treats me very well. I mean, he’s pretty nice to all of his students, most times...”
“Hm, that’s surprising. His personality is treacherous, so I expected the opposite.”
Evelyn looked at her quizzically. For his sister, she sure spoke like she disliked him to a large degree.
“Since I like you, I’ll give you a bit of advice,”
Hela turned to look at her then, meeting her eyes,
“Don’t get too attached to a man like Loki, especially if he thinks you’re a temporary plaything. He gets... annoyed, quite easily. You weren't the only one he happened to fancy so much in the past...so I'd know.”
….?!??
“Excuse me, but what -“ Evelyn started, but then the dark, pissed off voice of her professor sounded from behind them.
“Hela,”
His face was pulled into a tight scowl, trained directly at his sister, “ What nonsense are you spewing?”
Loki appeared behind them suddenly out of thin air, startling the wits out of Evelyn. Before she could ponder the possibility that he had magical powers, she realized they just passed the lecture hall where his class was, on the way to his office.
“I took time out of my busy schedule to see you, dear brother...one would think you’d sound a bit more affectionate. Hasn't it been a year since we last spoke?”
“Slither back to whatever hell you came from, woman.”
“Well, I suppose that’s close enough.”
Evelyn looked back and forth between the two, the tension thick and uncomfortable. They were in the middle of the hallway and students still wandered about, so she decided to make an exit. She wanted no part in whatever mystery family drama that was unfolding...and she needed time to ponder over Hela’s words.
I’ll ask just him about this later...
“So...um. I’m gonna go ahead to the office, okay? Grade those papers...yippee…”
She added awkwardly, slowly backing away.
Loki looked at her then. She hoped his face would soften a bit, but it didn’t.
“I’ll be there shortly. This won’t take long.”
His answers were short and clipped, so she knew he was pissed.
She didn’t do anything wrong to her knowledge, so she blamed his mood all on his sister.
Before Evelyn left, Hela addressed her one last time.
“It was lovely meeting you, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll see each other again…”
“Oh. Uhm, yeah. Nice meeting you too…”
Evelyn didn’t waste anymore time, leaving the pair once she saw Loki’s worsening expression.
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Hela’s words from before repeated inside her head, filling her with a sense of paranoia. But, she had no reason to be paranoid, right? Loki said they were exclusive, after all. He said he wanted her to be his woman. No, she was his woman. And he made sure of that last night.
Evelyn stubbornly pushed her anxieties aside into the far crevice of her mind, reassuring herself with his words. Although Hela was his sister, she and Loki clearly weren’t on good terms. She could’ve said that in order to sabotage their suspected relationship.
God, this is giving me a damn headache...
She settled in Loki's office, taking the stack of exams from his desk and got comfortable on the couch. She hoped grading and correcting complicated equations would fry her brain enough to stop the fretting, as she waited for him to come.
Loki appeared after about fifteen minutes, and Evelyn bolted upright once she heard him enter.
“Oh, Loki! I went ahead and started…”
She paused mid sentence when she saw his expression.
“...Grading…”
Why did it feel like she was in some sort of trouble? The heck?
His face didn’t change much from when he spoke to Hela, so it made her nervous.
Evelyn just opted to stay quiet for now. She’d ask about Hela later once he looked a little less pissed off. She was his girlfriend now, but she still felt his authoritative presence especially when they were on campus.
Well, she was going to stay quiet, until his deep voice resounded inside the room.
“I'm curious about something, Evelyn.”
Uh oh. Why's he using that voice?
"How did that...woman, know that we were involved with each other?"
"Uh...woman? I mean, I thought she said she was your sister…?"
"That isn't the answer to my question."
Inwardly, Evelyn felt whiplashed. Everything was so dandy this morning and last night...so how did things take such a strange turn so quickly?
"Look, when she told me she was your sister, I said your first name on impulse. That's literally it! She assumed stuff based on that one thing…"
Evelyn put the papers on her lap to the side, feeling frustrated, "And…it really isn't that big a deal, right? You said that people outside the school could know. You were fine with Candice knowing, so why not -"
He cut her off before she could finish,
"Darling, let me say this in a way that you can comprehend,"
In...in a way that I can comprehendddd? Did he just call me stupid eloquently?
Evelyn was stunned into silence as Loki spoke, and he moved to stand above her as she sat rigidly on the couch. "Such a simple mistake, regardless of who it was, is monumental. Your words weren't what gave you away, Evelyn. But your body language. You're entirely too expressive for your own good,"
He sighed a disappointed sigh, moving away to pinch the bridge of his nose, "At any rate, I can live with Hela knowing...but for future reference, avoid her. At all costs."
Loki looked at her then, eyes stern, "Do you understand what I'm saying? Or should I elaborate further?"
Evelyn was honestly a bit speechless. She felt extremely put off and mildly hurt… that he spoke to her like she was a child, rather than his lover.
She really hated herself right now. Was she actually about to cry? He would seriously think she was childish, if this was how she was going to react.
Tears wouldn’t do her any favors, especially once he was in this kind of mood anyway.
Why am I so fucking sensitive?!
She sighed shakily, swallowing the knot in her throat as she replied, "Yeah...I got it."
"Good, then."
He moved casually to sit behind his desk, attempting to soften his tone with his next words, "You can work for maybe half an hour, then I'd like to treat you to dinner. Seeing that woman left an unpleasant taste… but spending more time with you should remedy that."
She didn't reply, and only stared at the floor.
"... Evelyn?"
When she glanced up, he saw that her large, hazel eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.
”I’m... I’m going to use the restroom, okay? I’ll be back,”
She got up quickly. And before he could properly react, she promptly went to exit the room.
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"Mm…"
Evelyn's eyes were heavy as she slowly opened them, her body as light as a feather, soaked in post-nut bliss. The last thing she remembered was her professor’s cock as he fucked the soul right out of her, before promptly passing out from the overwhelming pleasure.
Evelyn thought it would be morning, but it seemed only a few minutes had passed since she fainted.
She felt wet, hot kisses alongside her neck and shoulder, the strong arms of her lover cradling her from behind. Evelyn's mind was still hazy from her orgasm, and her mumbled words almost sounded incoherent to the ear, "wha...what happened...?"
Loki stopped his kisses at the sound of her voice, and she could feel his naked chest rumble against her back as he chuckled lightly, “You passed out, pet,” he turned her around to face him fully, kissing her lips, “How do you feel?"
"...Like I'm in a dream," Evelyn said airily, her eyes lidded. She cuddled closer to him, nuzzling her nose against his neck, “And I don’t wanna move...”
“Thank goodness,” he breathed, relief palpable in his voice, “ I lost control of myself for a moment. I feared I may have hurt you inadvertently,”
“Um, only a little. But…I really liked it,” Evelyn hid her face further into his neck, feeling a little shy. He did get slightly rougher towards the end, but she enjoyed that much more than she expected.
She felt so blissful and listless, that she didn’t want to leave his embrace for the foreseeable future. She wanted to lie there in his arms all night, and into the morning.
But...did Loki want her to stay?
She assumed he did, he hadn’t said anything about taking her home yet… but he had a lecture early in the morning and she had no extra clothes.
Evelyn decided not to bring it up, and hoped he was just as content with her being there as she was.
However, she started to panic inwardly when he began to shift into an upright position, looking as if he wanted to get up from the bed.
Without thinking, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around him, preventing him from moving any further, “Uh… where’re you goin’?”
Loki raised a brow in an amused fashion, a smile tugging at his lips, “ To the bathroom, pet. I’m in need of a shower,” he removed her arms that hugged his torso in a gentle fashion, still keeping her close, “Care to join me?”
“!”
Although they had literally just fucked, Evelyn still managed to feel weird about the notion of taking a shower with Loki. His head had been between her legs, for goodness sake. What else was there to be coy about?
Perhaps because taking a shower with a man, in such a close space, seemed extremely intimate to her.
"Uhm, yeah! Can I... really join?"
She hurried out with a reply, since she noticed that she was staring at him dumbly for a few seconds.
He chuckled, moving fully off of the bed, “Well, I asked for a reason.”
She watched as his naked form walked from the bed and to double doors at the end of the room - which she assumed led to the bathroom - and opened them ajar, “ Are you coming, darling?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m coming!” Evelyn was distracted once again by his naked body - more specifically, his ass. So she didn’t notice he was waiting for her at the door.
She went to stand, but then her legs started to shake and buckle, and she placed a hand on the side table quickly for stability, yelping in surprise at the loss of balance.
Because of certain activities, Evelyn’s legs felt as good as a newborn deer.
Loki noticed her struggle instantly, and he was by her side in a flash. Instead of concern however, the smile on his face looked a bit too satisfied, “ Hold onto me, I’ll carry you.”
She gave him an aggrieved look, but accepted his assistance until her legs felt okay again.
When they reached, she failed to mask her surprise at how large the bathroom actually was. She let go of him, stepping towards a glass shower with an attached Jacuzzi.
If this ain’t the fanciest shit I’ve ever seen…
Evelyn also noticed that his shower had a very nice view of the night sky, since it was basically right next to a large glass window. And that there were no curtains obstructing said view.
“Uhm, do you have curtains...? For the window?” There was a startling lack of privacy - anyone could look up from below the house and watch them in all their naked glory.
Loki only gave her a confused look,” Why would I?”
“But, but anyone outside could see..."
Granted, his neighbors weren’t anywhere close. But it still nagged at her.
“Then, let’s hope they enjoy the show.”
No longer paying her any mind, he took a hold of her hand to lead her into the shower. It was rather spacious, so they weren’t cramped together. Not that she would’ve minded, anyway.
As he turned on the shower, Evelyn couldn’t help glancing out the window once again. It was pitch black with the exception of the stars, so it was actually very romantic. But she still wasn’t used to being this...exposed.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Loki touched her bare shoulders, the spray of the water now pelting against their skin, “While you enjoy the view, I’ll help you shower.”
“...Help me? How-” She was silenced once she felt cool liquid pouring down her back, and she shivered at the unexpected sensation.
“Like this,” he said simply, lathering her shoulders with the soap. He applied a bit of pressure here and there as his fingers glided across her skin, and her eyes fluttered shut at his touch, soft moans escaping her lips. It was innocent and relaxing so far, just having him touch her this way. But his attention then slowly transitioned towards her breasts.
“ -Hm!” They were still pretty sensitive from before. So when his hands reached underneath to cup them, her backside jerked against his groin, ”Ah, still tender aren’t they? I’ll be gentle,” Loki took an especially long time lathering her breasts with soap, playing with her nipples as he did so.
Evelyn's hands went to cover his, her ass grinding against the cock pressed against her lower back. Her vision was starting to get hazy with the steam from the water, and her mind was once again enveloped with euphoria.
“I love every part of you. But I must admit... these are especially my favorite,”
“If...if you keep doing this, I…”
“Doing what, pet? I’m only helping you wash. Thoroughly.” He replied in a mischievous manner, never ceasing his pinching and tugging.
After a while, he leaned down to whisper into her ear, voice hoarse with lust, “Part your legs for me.”
With her body pliant in his hands, Evelyn didn’t dare disobey. She parted them immediately, and he abandoned her breasts to descend downward. Using both hands, he began to spread her lips with his devious fingers.
“...Ah!” She couldn’t keep still, fidgeting as his fingers explored the depths of her warmth. Evelyn felt over-stimulated from their earlier tryst, so for him to touch her again so soon…
She gripped his arms, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Keep squirming, and I’ll have to punish you,” Loki’s voice was deceptively gentle as he continued his relentless probing, “You are making it quite difficult to clean.”
Evelyn had no idea what this ‘punishment’ would entail, and she did not want to find out. However, he didn’t exactly make it easy.
It didn’t take long before she became a shuddering mess in his arms, her arousal hardly distinguishable from the water dripping down her thighs.
“Naughty thing, cumming while I’m only helping you wash,” he tutted in a scolding manner, removing his hands from between her legs to show her the stringy arousal between his fingers.
She watched in astonishment as he brought a hand to his lips, suckling her juices into his mouth.
“Why...why are you like this…?” Evelyn whispered, unsure of how to react to his perverted display.
“Hmm...why indeed?” He then turned her around to face him, handing her the bottle of soap, “Now my turn.”
”...Huh?”
“Hard of hearing, aren’t you?”
Evelyn scrunched up her brows, grabbing the bottle from his grasp,” I...I heard you.”
Loki only smiled amusedly at her peeved expression, “Then get to washing, little one. I can’t be the only one working hard here.”
He certainly worked hard alright, if the appendage bobbing between them was any indication.
Evelyn attempted to ignore it, pouring soap into her hands before reaching up to lather his shoulders.
His muscles felt firm underneath her fingers, her mind trailing off as her hands went into his long, wet hair. “…You know,”
Evelyn wasn’t sure what prompted her to say what she did next, but her heart felt so full and happy, she couldn’t help but express it, “I still can’t believe I’m with you now...like this,” she pressed her face against his bare chest, hugging him underneath the spray of the water, “ Just over a year ago, this was...a fantasy to me. You were good to look at, a crush I couldn’t even attempt to try and touch. My beautiful professor,”
Loki laughed lightly at the compliment, taken aback, “ Beautiful?”
Evelyn snorted, “ Pfft, that’s what you focused on? And yeah, you’re a pretty man. Just my type.”
“Pretty man, now that’s a first,” She looked up from his chest to see him smiling serenely at her, his gaze so tender…
“You have no idea how much of a fantasy you were to me as well, my dear Evelyn.”
They exited the shower after a while, fully refreshed and content. Well, she should’ve felt content, but nerves once again bubbled into her stomach once she thought about having to leave.
He was probably expecting her to put on the dirty clothes strewn about on the floor, so he could take her home -
“Ah, perhaps I should remind you,” Loki interrupted her internal panic, sauntering casually to the bed as he removed the towel covering his lower half, “ Tell your sister you won’t be going back tonight, if you haven’t already. I would hate to have her worry without reason,”
Loki paused as he began to lift the covers, shooting her a raised brow in query, “Unless... you didn’t intend to stay?”
Relief fell on her shoulders like a ton of bricks, and she wondered if it was visible on her face at that moment.
“ I’m staying! I mean...I want to stay the night. I’ll let her know...”
Evelyn’s face began to heat up in embarrassment as he gave her an odd look at the strange outburst, avoiding his eyes as she began to look for her purse that was most likely on the floor with her clothes.
She found it eventually at the far corner of the room - clueless as to how it was thrown at such a distance - and stooped to reach for the device, holding up her towel as she did so.
Thankfully her phone hadn’t died, so she shot Candice a quick text to let her know she wouldn’t be coming home that night.
Evelyn was surprised once she heard a ‘ping!’ almost immediately after she’d sent the text, since she assumed her sister would be asleep right now.
Candice- I hope y’all ain’t raw doggin’ it over there. Protect ur self.
...She shut off her phone quickly after reading the message.
“Is everything alright, love?”
“Mhm! She just said to have fun, hehe…”
“Then come here,” Loki lounged nude amongst the black, silky sheets, patting the empty side of the bed, “I’m getting quite cold without you.”
Evelyn hurriedly joined him on the bed at his beckoning, dropping the towel to the floor before climbing in.
He pulled her body flush against his as soon as she was underneath the covers, then proceeded to occupy her lips with his own.
God, he was such a good kisser - She loved the feel of his tongue inside her mouth, and she could feel her body growing hot once more.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy sore, my sweet girl. I’m far from done with you.”
And her beautiful professor was true to his word.
Because she could hardly walk the following morning.
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A/N:
I’ve neglected to post 11-12 on tumblr...so since I’ve recently updated, i’ll post everything in one go. so expect two more chapters.
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There was a moment where Evelyn thought she would get used to her professor's stunning appearance...but it was on this day that she was proven wrong.
When she exited her apartment, she could see that Loki was waiting for her just below the steps, leaning leisurely against his car.
And lord help her - If she loved how the man looked in suits, his current attire sent her into a tizzy.
Forsaking the usual suit jacket, Loki donned a simple black dress shirt that sat snug against his form, with sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. His dark slacks fit quite nicely as well, and Evelyn struggled to keep her eyes well above his chest.
Luckily, she wasn't the only one who perused without shame.
As Evelyn made her way towards him, she could feel his eyes scanning every inch of her body - and she grew increasingly self-conscious as he continued his silent appraisal.
“You are...the definition of stunning,” he said after a while, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, “And you smell delightful as well.”
Unsurprisingly, Evelyn felt a heated blush rushing to her face, and she stumbled to reply, “You - you look really good too…” If she was getting this nervous already, Evelyn feared how the rest of the night would fare.
Once they were inside the vehicle, Evelyn started to probe - as subtly as she could, about their destination, but all she received were vague answers.
At first, she expected him to take her out to a fancy restaurant because he seemed to be a ‘posh’ kind of person, but since they were dressed quite casually, maybe that wasn’t the case? She would feel out of her element anyway if he took her somewhere expensive, so she hoped it was at least a comfortable, easygoing place with good food.
And easygoing it was.
After driving through the busy streets of Manhattan, Evelyn was pleasantly stunned to see that it wasn’t a fancy restaurant - but a taco bar.
Before they even stepped inside, her stomach growled loudly with approval.
Loki laughed at the strange sound, and Evelyn berated her stomach silently, “It seems I’ve made the correct choice, yes? While it isn’t taco Tuesday, I figured you’d still have a craving for it.”
She laughed, surprised he even remembered what she said from that long ago. “I guess that was a dead giveaway that tacos were my favorite…”
He smiled, ushering her into the bar with a hand on her lower back, “Indeed it was.”
Once they were inside, it took no time before they were seated and ready to order. Loki reassured her that she could have anything she wanted and not to worry about the expense, so Evelyn happily indulged - though she was still mindful not to choose the most expensive thing on the menu.
While Evelyn thoroughly enjoyed the fanciest looking taco she’d ever eaten, they gradually fell into comfortable conversation. It was almost reminiscent of the times they talked together in his office while he helped her study, before their desires came to light. Now though...the air between the pair was much more intimate.
Loki asked her questions about her life and family, whilst she did the same. He was rather tight-lipped about his own family situation, but relented that he was the youngest of three, with an older sister and brother. Evelyn tried to probe further, but he had managed to divert the conversation her way once more.
“....and I only wanted to shape up my eyebrows, but I ended up shaving off the entire thing! I remember putting on like, six pairs of pants because I just knew my mom would whoop me to the moon and back,”
Loki quirked a brow in query, “Were you attempting to soften the blow?”
“Yup,” Evelyn grinned proudly, “Though I gotta give credit to Candice for that one. I honestly think she loved getting in trouble with how wild she was...”
Evelyn paused momentarily, putting an abrupt end to her monologue. She debated with herself on whether or not to ask a question that had been bothering her for a while, before deciding to just get it out there.
“Can...I ask you something? Just out of curiosity...”
She could tell that Loki was intrigued by the sudden switch in subjects, because he seemed to be watching her facial expressions more carefully than before. He could easily see when she was flustered, and no doubt it must have shown on her face.
Evelyn shimmied slightly in her seat under his gaze, attempting to ignore the butterflies that fluttered within her stomach, “Well...uhm, why do you like me? Like, the actual reason?”
“...I beg your pardon?”
She panicked slightly at his confused expression, rephrasing her question in response, “Oh, well, what I mean is...I know you find me physically attractive...but is there something in particular that drew you to me…? Like, when exactly did you know that you saw me as more than a student?”
Loki seemed to pause entirely. Even after a minute or two, he said nothing - he merely looked at her with a distant expression, as if debating whether or not to tell her what he was actually thinking.
Evelyn frowned slightly at his reaction.
….Was that really that hard of a question?
Before she began to grow antsy, he finally decided to speak, “I...would prefer to answer that question in a more private setting. Perhaps later?”
Evelyn could only nod, her heart in the pit of her stomach. What was so wrong with his answer that he had to say it in private?
She tried not to let it bother her as they finished up dinner and headed towards his car, distracting herself with the sights outside the window as they once again took off into the bustling city.
After driving for around 30 minutes, she noticed that they had left the city, and into a more suburban area. Each house they passed by looked progressively fancier than the next, and she also noticed that his neighbors were few and far in-between each other.
For whatever reason, that observation made her nervous, and she began to wipe the sweat that formed on her hands onto her dress.
“Is everything alright, love?” Evelyn whipped her head to look at him suddenly, slightly startled, “You’re quiet,”
Evelyn reassured him immediately, “Oh, yeah! I’m just a bit drowsy, I almost nodded off a couple times...”
Loki chuckled at that, “We did eat quite a bit, so I wouldn’t be surprised. We’re almost there though, so hold on just a bit longer.”
And, he was right. After making a right turn, Evelyn’s eyes widened at the house that lay in the distance.
They went around a small roundabout that had an immaculately decorated water fountain at its center, before coming to a stop directly outside the house. Tall glass windows on the exterior hinted at the luxury that lay within, with the glittering chandeliers illuminating the marble flooring at the entrance.
“Uh...are you a drug dealer or something?” She asked in awe as he helped her out of the car, her eyes fixated on the impressive building. While it wasn’t a huge mansion by any means, it was still too large for one person to live by themselves. How he could afford such a nice house on a professor’s salary was beyond her comprehension.
Loki turned to look her in the eyes, his face cold and expressionless, "And what if I am?"
He couldn't resist the laughter that bubbled in his chest at her hilarious expression of horror.
Loki flicked her forehead playfully, and she yelped in pain at the sudden attack, "You ask the strangest things, silly girl."
She rubbed her forehead with a pout, remaining silent as he led her into the house by the hand.
If she thought outside was grand, then inside was another story.
It was exquisitely furnished and decorated, with marble floors so clear it felt as though she was walking on glass.
The interior decor was modern with a classical touch, and she couldn't imagine another style that would fit him perfectly.
Loki observed as she took in her surroundings with glowing curiosity whilst guiding her towards the stairs,
"When you visit once more, perhaps then I'll give you a small tour. For now though, I thought you'd appreciate seeing the collection right away."
Once more?
That was the only thing that stuck out in that sentence to Evelyn, since he said that in a way that left no room for doubt. So he wouldn't mind me coming over again…?
Evelyn mentally slapped herself, trying to get her mind out the gutter. She was really getting ahead of herself.
There isn't a guarantee that anything will happen tonight, so I shouldn't get my hopes up.
…….Wait, I had my hopes up? Oh boy…
From that train of thought, Evelyn knew she was in trouble.
After going up a flight of stairs, Loki made a left into a lengthy, spacious hallway that held only one large door at the end.
Due to a singular light source on the ceiling, the sight itself was slightly ominous, but she tried not to let that bother her.
Well, she tried, but Evelyn couldn't resist clutching his arm.
Loki looked down at her with a smile, freeing his arm to loop it around her waist, " Once we get inside, the lighting will be much better. See,"
When they finally reached the door and he began to open it, Evelyn had to do a double-take.
"When you said you had a collection...I thought you meant like, you know, a small room with a couple of paintings...but sir,"
In her excitement and awe, she stepped further into the wide, spacious room, marveling at the sight before her, "You have a whole museum in your house!!"
The room resembled a large gallery, with white walls and sheen, wooden flooring. There were glass cases that held valuable items of interest, with a considerable amount of paintings that neatly lined all four walls of the room.
Loki laughed, finding her excitement very endearing, "That's a bit of an exaggeration, my dear."
"But...but look!" Evelyn took him around the room eagerly, pointing at paintings of prominent artists she recognized, " You actually have a Bob Ross painting, with his happy little trees! You really weren't lying…"
Loki lifted a brow at that, " You thought I was?"
"...Eh," she brushed that off rather quickly, moving on to the next painting, " Holy nuggets, I love this one!"
He came beside her to look at the piece in question, as she began leaning against the wall to look at the painting at an angle.
"Thomas Cole was my inspo for so long! Especially this painting… just look at those brushstrokes, so precise and confident..."
She was silent for a bit, turning to look at her professor with questioning eyes, "Say...why did you collect art? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were an art history teacher or something."
"I had a lot of time on my hands when I was younger. I did a fair amount of painting back then as a hobby, and developed a small obsession with the arts. Hence, this collection."
He gestured at the space with a careless wave of a hand, " I've long lost interest, though. I barely even remembered I had this room."
Evelyn only nodded, slightly sad at his response, "Oh…”
"Despite that, I've been thinking about adding one more painting to the collection."
She looked at him, intrigued, " Oh? Whose?"
Loki stared into her eyes, his smile widening,
"None other than yours."
Evelyn was utterly confused, " Wait, what? What do you mean..?"
He went closer to her, taking her small hand into his own, “It would be an understatement to say that I was captured by your paintings when I visited your workspace. I would be honored to own a finished piece by you - of course, I’d gladly pay any price.”
“Huh!? But- I’m not really a professional, I'm far from good...besides, the walls are all filled up,”
He looked at the painting she was admiring moments before, “You said this painting inspired you greatly, correct?”
Evelyn looked at the painting, then back at Loki, “Yeah..but-”
“Then, I’ll exchange this painting for one of your own.”
At his proclamation, she immediately felt overwhelmed with emotion, “That- what? But that’s worth so much, that wouldn’t be fair at all. There’s no reason to be this nice to me…”
Evelyn couldn’t tell what this man was thinking, was he crazy? He wanted to exchange a master’s work worth thousands for hers, which was still mediocre at best. He was being way too generous…
“You’re thinking too much of it. I simply value your pieces much more,” He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them once again, a primitive hunger lurked within the depths of his icy blue irises, “I admire everything about you, and your art is no exception.”
Her heart started to thrum wildly as he came closer, trapping her against the wall. Loki towered over her small form, and she looked up at him with an open mouth, speechless.
“Earlier, you asked why I liked you, and when my attraction began.” He traced a finger down her neck, ghosting towards her cleavage, “Would you like to know now?”
Evelyn gulped, only managing a nod as she stared up at him helplessly.
“It was around a year ago, and you came to me for help for the first time during my office hours. You struggled so much in my class, at the beginning. A shy little thing,”
His voice was growing darker and darker by the second, and the air around them rapidly twisted with his desire, “You were a sputtering mess, apologizing for every little mistake. But when you finally did something right, I praised you. You would smile so brightly when I did, so eager to please me so I’d praise you once more. Such a good girl,”
Loki leaned towards her further, his breath fanning against her cheek, “Tell me, my sweet little pet...do you want me to take care of you?”
It was like he was an entirely different person. This wasn’t the generous, warm man from before. Evelyn should’ve felt concerned at his words, his tone, the situation - but it was like she was in a trance, his words caressing a dark depth within her heart.
Good girl. She didn’t know why, but when he said those two simple words to her, in that deep, velvety voice of his...she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together.
Whatever this was, this feeling right now, she wanted more of it. She wanted him to praise her, to call her his good girl again.
She didn’t know what prompted her to say what she did in the next moment, but the words left her mouth so softly and suddenly before she could process it, “Please... take care of me,”
Loki's lips were on hers before she could even blink. Evelyn released a muffled moan as his tongue plundered inside her mouth, pressing her body against the wall in such a manner that there was no space between them. He ravaged her tongue like a starving beast, and she reciprocated with the same ferocity.
Loki moved a hand towards her lower back, gripping her ass roughly. He gave it a quick squeeze, before lifting a leg in order to bury himself further between them. That action on his part allowed Evelyn to feel his distinct hardness against her sex, and the sensation caused her to whimper quietly in pleasure.
Things were going fast, way faster than Evelyn expected. If they continued along this route, she'd most likely lose her virginity right now, against the wall. While the thought appealed to her in the past while she fantasized about this moment with him, she wanted her first time to be...different. A little less rushed.
"Wait...wait a sec - mmh..!" She attempted to get him to slow down a bit, but his fervent attention to her neck and the slow grind of his hips were getting a bit too distracting.
Perhaps because of how breathless and quiet her words were, he failed to hear her, lost in his own world of pleasure. Finding no other way to garner his attention, she went to tug at his hair, burying her hand in his long, raven locks. She must have pulled harder than intended however, because the man actually growled when she did so, his eyes flying to meet hers.
"Um...can we - can we move somewhere else? Right here's a bit..."
She could see that it took a moment for him to process her words. But when he did, Loki smiled apologetically," You're right, I got carried away," and with elegant swiftness, he lifted her into his arms to carry her out of the room, startling the wits out of the young woman.
"Thankfully, my bedroom isn't far."
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This is happening. It’s really happening…!
She was about to fuck her professor, and there was no going back.
To say Evelyn was nervous would be an understatement. But regardless of her nerves, she had no intention of backing out of this arrangement. She trusted him with her first time and was frankly more excited than anything to see how it would feel.
When they finally reached his room, Evelyn barely had time to inspect the impressive decor before she was promptly deposited on the bed.
Loki was on top of her immediately, occupying her tongue with his own as he palmed her breast,
"We are wearing entirely too much clothing, pet," he said once his tongue left her mouth, his eyes even with hers, "Let’s fix that, shall we?"
Wordlessly, he leaned off of her to remove his shirt with expert quickness, leaving Evelyn to gawk at his muscles.
I didn’t know abs could be this lickable…
Evelyn realized she must have been staring too long when she heard a chuckle above her, “Keep staring, and I just might blush,”
His fingers moved to tease the strap of her dress, “ While this dress is beautiful, I would much prefer what’s underneath.”
Before she could even protest, he pulled it down in one swift motion. Evelyn opted to go without a bra since the dress had built-in cups, so her brown, perky nipples immediately met the hungry eyes of her professor.
Out of reflex, her hands immediately went to cover them, her body growing impossibly hot, “ Wait - you could’ve warned me at least-“
Loki dragged her hands away from her breasts roughly, pinning them to the sides of her head, “Don’t you dare hide from me. Not now,” he growled, licking his lips as he locked eyes with her breasts once more, “Fuck...you’re perfect,” he panted heavily, before dipping his head to suckle a nipple into his mouth.
Evelyn didn’t expect that, and she jerked upwards due to the sensation, her eyes squeezed shut. Loki sucked and nipped at the tender bud, all while Evelyn whimpered and squirmed. Her breasts were especially sensitive, and he picked up on this fact rather quickly. Loki proceeded to exploit it, letting go of her wrist to tease the neglected breast with his fingers. He pinched her nipple, causing a shocked gasp to leave the girl's lips.
Loki released her nipple from his mouth with a wet pop eventually, smiling a bit evilly. “My my, so responsive,”
He pulled her dress down fully, leaving Evelyn in just her underwear. She merely laid there, her mind hazy as her breasts ached from residual pleasure.
Loki couldn’t resist fondling them a bit more, “ You have no idea...how much I’ve wanted to touch you like this, with no barriers,” Loki leaned down between the crevices of her breasts, trailing reverent kisses down to her belly button, “My sweet, perfect girl...”
Evelyn’s breathing picked up in anticipation once he reached the hem of her underwear.
She was so unbelievably wet from just his tongue on her breasts, that there was a string of her arousal once he began to remove it.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded huskily. Evelyn’s eyes remained closed until she felt a strong grip on her jaw, forcing her eyes to open, “ Eyes on me, pet. And once again, spread your legs for me.”
She gulped at the authority in his voice, his aura exuding severe dominance. Evelyn promptly obeyed, locking her eyes with his own as she hesitantly opened her legs.
“Good girl,” He purred, rubbing the top of her knees affectionately. Evelyn could feel another flood of arousal rushing forth because of those two words once again.
Holy shit, what is this man doing to me?!
Loki bent down, and she watched through lidded eyes as he began to kiss and nip at her inner thighs, inching closer and closer towards her sex. Her breathing turned ragged with excitement, but the devil between her legs decided to take his merry time, never once touching where she needed him the most.
She tried to hold out as long as possible against his incessant teasing, but she began to beg after just ten minutes of his licking and sucking, “Please...please just - ah!” She jolted against his face once she felt his warm tongue lick right up her slit, her fingers twisting against the sheets.
Smiling, he gave her pussy a chaste kiss, “ Your pretty little cunt is so sensitive,” He moved his thumb up and down along her slit, dipping it inside her entrance lightly “ and you get so fucking wet,”
She knew he could curse a lot because of their previous encounters, but man can he talk dirty. Her eloquent, well-mannered professor was a sordid menace in bed, and the thought that she brought out this side of him aroused her greatly.
He removed his thumb from her slit, replacing them with two fingers instead. She was so wet, that they slipped right in with no issue. Evelyn clenched her walls tightly as he curled his fingers, thrusting them in an upwards motion as he sucked at her swollen clit.
“Holy fuh…!” Her words died down as her hand flew to his head, her back lifting off the bed at the sensory overload. His fingers worked in tandem with his tongue at a steady rhythm, and she couldn’t help but writhe, feeling a pressure slowly building in her abdomen.
Loki could tell she was close by her frantic breathing and clenching, so he removed his tongue from her clit to apply pressure to it with his thumb, “You’re doing so good, Evelyn. My good girl,”
“Please...please…” she wasn’t exactly sure what she was begging for - but whatever he was doing with his fingers made her feel so good, she wasn’t sure she could take any more of it.
“You’re so close, pet. Let go, cum for me.” And she did. She came on his hands with another curl of his fingers inside her, causing an unexpected scream to rip from her throat.
White appeared behind her eyelids as her eyes twitched shut from her orgasm, her skin twitching and rippling at the sheer amount of pleasure.
Evelyn laid limp, breathless and sweaty against the bed. She felt as though she was floating, not grounded into reality. Opening her eyes slowly, she mindlessly watched as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it aside to rid himself of his pants.
Unexpectedly, he wasn’t wearing any briefs, so his leaking, engorged cock bobbed proudly as soon as he released himself. And goodness did it really hit her. That huge thing was going to go inside of her.
Evelyn let out a small whimper as she stared at his dick, feeling slightly apprehensive.
Loki noticed her nervousness, reassuring her gently, “Shh...relax, it will hurt if you tense,” he paused then as if remembering something. He reached across from her to open his drawer that was beside the bed, pulling out a condom,
“While I’d love to fuck you raw, we wouldn’t want a happy little accident, now would we?”
Evelyn would’ve laughed at the subtle Bob Ross reference if she wasn’t so focused on what was to come.
He brought a hand to her leg, resting it on her knees as he took his cock in the other, rubbing it against her entrance, “ Remember, relax.”
And then, he began to push in.
Thankfully, he made sure she was adequately wet enough since it would be her first time, or else it would’ve hurt like hell.
Evelyn moaned mildly in pain, the shock of the intrusion causing her to tense immensely. He paused, massaging her stomach while kissing the tears away from her cheek, “Just a little more, love. You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, the feel of her tight, fluttering walls maddening.
She slowly started to relax under his soothing ministrations, giving him the go-ahead to continue pushing in. And with one more steady push, he was fully nestled inside.
“Fuck…” he moaned almost breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut at the enveloping warmth around his cock, “You feel like absolute heaven.”
Evelyn was biting her lips hard enough that they could draw blood, so he began to kiss her in a languid manner. She slowly brought her hands around his neck, burying her hand into his silky tresses as she lost herself against his lips, forgetting the momentary pain.
Loki began moving in slow pumps, holding her body against his so that her breasts flattened against his chest. The pain was ebbing away, and pleasure began to spread as he started hitting a particular spot, “You - mmh! You… you can go a bit faster…now...”
Since he received the go-ahead, he picked up the pace, delivering several shallow thrusts at a steady rhythm. The sounds of their skin slapping together filled the room, and Loki could hear she was slowly growing wetter with each thrust, “You had nothing to worry about, little one. See? You fit my cock perfectly, just like a glove.”
It wasn’t long until he started going faster, the pace growing more relentless as time went on. Evelyn started screaming his name repeatedly, her voice growing progressively hoarser, “Loki, Loki! P...please, wait just, - too much, too much! -“
She wasn’t sure she could handle the brutal thrusts of his cock much longer. He refused to slow down, holding her hands above her head as he continued to fuck her into the bed, his eyes glazed with animalistic pleasure.
Her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head, and her professor’s sinful voice filtered into her ears, “If you ask nicely like the good girl you are, perhaps then I’ll show you some mercy, hmm?”
“Please...please…”
“Please what, girl. Use your words,”
“Please...sir, please make me come...!”
With that, he released her wrists to thumb at her clit - and Evelyn swore that she saw stars in that very moment, her brain going blank completely. Loki almost cursed once more as she clenched tightly around his cock, the sensation finally bringing him to completion. He groaned loudly as he came, her name falling from his lips as he pulled out, slumping forward.
It took a while for Loki to compose himself before he began to shift his weight, so that she wasn’t crushed beneath his body.
As for Evelyn, the poor thing was worked to exhaustion, and passed out shortly after her final orgasm.
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A/N:
Hope ya'll enjoyed that hefty dose of smut. I know I certainly did. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Please let me know what you think, since I'm still insecure about writing smut scenes. What in particular did you enjoy, or dislike? Again, thanks for reading!
Summary: Art was supposed to imitate life. Life was supposed to be imperfect. Life was supposed to have flaws. But Loki, the man who was modelling for you, was perfect.
You were determined to find a flaw in him. He had already bared his entire body for you - it shouldn’t take much to get him to bare his soul for you, right?
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Summary: Art was supposed to imitate life. Life was supposed to be imperfect. Life was supposed to have flaws. But Loki, the man who was modelling for you, was perfect.
You were determined to find a flaw in him. He had already bared his entire body for you - it shouldn’t take much to get him to bare his soul for you, right?
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Summary: Lita sourly regretted going to his office. She should’ve stayed home, to work on her manuscript. Then she would head out to the daycare, and watch her cute little son play for a bit. Live in her ignorant bubble. But no, she just had to make him lunch, didn’t she?
Chapters: 3/3
Pairing: Loki/Original Character
Words: 1662
Warning: Angst, Implied/Referenced cheating
Tags: @voila-tout @caffiend-queen
I hope this was a satisfying end :)
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I listened to this song as I wrote,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHEGzsyzr1w
I hope it fits!
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Although her eyes were closed, she could sense that he was watching her through the door.
Lita had been in the hospital for a week now, and she slowly but surely gained back some of her energy. Although, she still felt ridiculously sluggish and weak.
A part of her never wanted to recover, however. If it meant she had to see Loki again...she honestly wasn’t sure if she could survive it.
Her heart was still in shambles, his words from a week ago tearing her further a part. How he only loved her. That it was just “meaningless sex.” It made her sick to the core.
But for the sake of Uri...she had no choice but to confront him. He was the father of their child, and she had to speak with him eventually no matter how much it may hurt.
She opened her eyes, and turned to Thor who played idly with Uri in the seat beside her bed. He was a frequent visitor, with Frigga dropping by on occasion. She thought that she’d prefer some solitude but...she appreciated them, despite everything.
“Tell…him to come...in.” She said in between breaths. Her body was still in somewhat of a stupor, so she could only say a few words at a time.
Thor paused, and looked at her with a surprised expression.
“Lita, are you certain? You still haven’t…”
“I need...to do this.”
Thor still looked unsure, but he adhered to her wishes, holding Uri to bring him outside, “...I’ll call him over, then.”
When Loki entered, she could tell that he barely slept a wink, his pallor sickly with dark shadows underneath his eyes. She found it almost funny, that he looked as heartbroken as she did.
“...Lita, I…”
She wanted to say something. But her throat constricted, trapping the words before they could escape. Because all she saw whenever she looked at him, was a man that gave himself to someone else. A sordid memory.
She revisited the scene in his office so much in her head that she no longer felt rage, or sadness. She was just...hollow.
Lita merely pointed vaguely to the seat beside her, remaining silent.
Loki took her cue, and moved to take the seat offered. A beat of silence passed as they stared at each other, and he contemplated what to say to her. He rehearsed this moment so many times that he dreamt about it, what he could say to gain her forgiveness.
But before he could ponder any further, her quiet voice finally broke the silence.
“...I’m so tired,”
He stared at her as she spoke, swallowing.
“I’m so tired...of everything. Too tired to hate, to feel sad. To think.”
“Even...before you did what...you did. This feeling...was always there.”
“Sometimes I would just... look in the mirror...and...not know who I was looking at...or..who’s looking at me.”
“I...became a stranger to you, didn’t I? My tiredness, my hopelessness... it led you astray. I became a burden... to escape. I tried so hard to hide it...to smile, and be happy. But...I failed.”
She closed her eyes, leaning back into the bed, “If it wasn’t for Uri…I would’ve jumped... from the window in our room.”
Loki recoiled visibly. His face was wet with tears.
“Stop...don’t talk like that. Stop it.”
“It’s...just the truth. I wish...I told you how I felt, much...much earlier. I wish I wasn’t so scared...”
“Lita...please listen to me. I am the one in the wrong. It was a moment of weakness, a grave mistake. The problem lies solely with me,”
“Then...for how long...did it go on for? For you to realize…it was a mistake? What was it...before then? It was a choice...right?”
“A choice you made, despite the life...we built with each other. There was a reason...why you slept with her. Instead of just...talking to me.”
Loki’s head hung low, his body drenched in defeat.
“..I’m sorry. I’m so...so sorry,”
In all the years they’d been together, she’d never heard him cry. Not like this.
“I’m willing...to do anything to make up for this,”
He looked up, eyes red and narrowed. Determined.
"Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. If you want me to leave you be… then I’ll leave. If I am to stay by your side at all times, then I’ll do so. You.. you probably won’t ever trust me again. But for the sake of all the years we spent together, for our son, please...give me a chance to make up for this. Please…”
She stared at him, eyes wide.
“It hurts... just to look at you.”
“I..I know.”
“Even if...I somehow forgave you...I won’t ever see you...the same way...”
“I know…”
“I might...hurt you, remind you...again and again...of what you did…”
“I...know.”
“I’ll always compare...myself to that woman. What she had… and I didn’t.”
“ She could only satisfy one aspect, and one aspect only. She, or anyone else can’t compare to you. I’ve released her from her position, and I’ve been working from home this past week. I won’t ever see her again.”
“You’ll…get tired of me - “
“ - I won’t get tired of you. I was never tired of you...I was just too greedy. ”
“I don’t believe... you. Empty...promises.”
“I know...and I don’t expect you to. I’ll just have to show you. That from now on, my promises...are far from empty.”
She did not reply after that, and just looked at him.
He tried not to shrink underneath her cold, scrutinizing gaze. But her silence made him nervous, causing him to fidget.
“Tomorrow...I’ll be discharged.”
She looked away from him then, staring straight ahead. “When we...get home. I want to be... alone.”
We.
Although she made no comment about his promises to redeem himself, his heart lifted in momentary hope. Granted, she still wanted nothing to do with him. But she wanted to return home. To the home they shared together.
“...I understand, Lita..”
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The weeks following were practically torturous for Loki.
When she arrived home that first day, she barely looked in his direction, and only spoke to him if it related to Uri.
She obviously didn’t want to share a bed with him, so he took it upon himself to move elsewhere.
Thankfully they had two guest rooms in the house, so he relocated to the one upstairs.
Although Loki wanted to give Lita more space, more air to breathe, it made him incredibly anxious if she was by herself for too long. What she told him that day in the hospital haunted him. That she wanted to end her own life…
The night before she returned, he went home and immediately bolted that window shut.
But even with that, the worries for her safety continued to plague him.
So despite himself, Loki slowly began to hover over her. Even if he wasn’t so overly concerned for her wellbeing… he missed her dearly.
It was subtle. He never came too close that she would be uncomfortable, or notice him right away. If she was reading in the living room on the couch, he would stand by the door, watching silently. When she wanted to take a walk in the park with Uri, he’d wait a few minutes after she’d leave the house, and followed behind them a reasonable distance away.
Loki loved the way the breeze would sway her hair, how the sunlight would glisten her eyes. He loved the way she smiled when she played with their son. If only he could see it up close once more.
They ate and prepared meals separately now. Because on the second day that Lita came home and he cooked dinner for them and Uri, he found the entirety of her food dumped in the bin. Untouched. He understood, but it hurt nonetheless.
Lita never spoke to him directly, since their exchange in the hospital. If she needed to tell him something, she would leave simple, to the point notes. He kept them all in a drawer close to his bed. They were far from love-letters, but he found whatever words she addressed to him precious.
This went on for almost two, long years. His hovering. Her coldness. His yearning.
But after two years, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.
It started on his birthday, her small change in behavior. He’d woken up to a delicious aroma that wafted up the stairs from the kitchen, so he went down slowly, cautiously.
As always, he hovered by the kitchen door, just watching. Lita was flipping pancakes by the stove, swaying to the beat of her humming. And Uri, now four years old, sat at the table with a cushion underneath his bum, yogurt smeared on his cheeks as he ate. The scene was warm and beautiful, yet it tortured him so. Because he knew he was not welcome.
“...You’re awake,”
Loki stuttered back in alarm, not expecting to hear her voice. She knew he was there?
"I could feel your brooding presence for a minute now," She turned to look at him then, her skin glowing, her eyes bright. "Stop standing there and come sit."
Loki was still a bit shocked, so there was a delay in reaction. She didn't wait for him to move from his spot, and went back to cooking.
He made his way slowly, sitting down at the table apprehensively.
When she turned around from the stove once more, she had a plate of fluffy, hot pancakes.
"You look so worried," she walked to the table, placing the plate of pancakes in front of him, "It's just pancakes, Loki." There was a playful tint to her tone, a small, barely there smile on her face.
Loki looked up at her, eyes wide. He pinched himself discreetly underneath the table. Surely, this must be a dream.
Lita didn't stay by his side at the table much longer, moving to the far end to sit with Uri.
Loki looked down at his plate. The pancakes were fluffy, whipped cream on top, drizzled in strawberry syrup. His absolute favorite.
He picked up the fork to section the pancake, before taking a small bite.
He closed his eyes to stop the tears from breaking through. Because the taste filled with love... was just as he remembered.
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