Jotun!Loki x Nymph!Reader (smut)
Their relationship was a very beautiful one. Loki and __ had a very balanced and beautiful dynamic, having met when thrown into the Avengers as new recruits. Unlike the rest of the members, she was drawn to him. For some reason she saw past the monster, the villain. She saw Loki. Despite living on Midgard, she was far from mortal. __ was a sea nymph, created in the seas of Aegean within the Olympus realm, winding up on Midgard for a fresh start. Blessed with the longevity of her tether’s lifespan, that put Loki at ease knowing he had a long life to look forward to. Despite only having been together for a year, (Not very long for either being) their love only seemed to blossom and remain strong. __ seemed to become the only true person he trusted. She knew everything about him, his hopes and dreams, deepest fears, darkest desires (even his secret love for Midgardian poetry), she could read him like a book. He could say the same for her, carefully paying attention to the way her face lit up with her interests, comforting her through her shortcoming and frustrations, and listening to stories of her childhood. Their shared traumas allowed them to become more vulnerable than they would be with anyone else. There was almost nothing the couple kept in the dark.. Almost.
____’s species and origin were known amongst the team and it was no secret to her that he was a frost giant. However, they never revealed their true forms to one another. Sure, when using her powers, certain characteristics appeared. Because of this, she avoided bathing in front of him, and god forbid it ever snowed, he remained indoors and by the fire, flipping through a book, his happened when exposed to extreme cold. Sure, either being had control to completely shed the illusion but absolutely refused. They accepted one another, why was it so hard to completely relinquish the illusions? Both craved the other’s approval and feared the slim chance of rejection. What if his form scared her? What if her natural state left him repulsed? Could they truly love one another without revealing this side?
One night, the curiosity ate him alive as water grazed her hand after a tiny spill of her drink, revealing a small spot of soft greenish blue skin. ___ hastily dried herself and just like that, her human complexion returned. He wanted to see her. He needed to see her for who she truly was. Loving her unconditionally meant Loki knew all the parts and the god would be damned if he could ever not find her beautiful. Little did herealize until now that maybe the nymph felt the same.
“____” Loki chimed, as the woman meticulously wiped “May I ask you something?”
“Yes my love, what is it?” shifting her focus to the trickster.
“Does revealing your true form frighten you?” He blurted out. The woman practically tensed at his question. ‘Of course it does, I feel hideous’ “W-why do you ask, love?” she stammered.
“Well I’ve realized that neither of us has seen the other in true form, I may be the God of Lies but I cannot lie when I say I’ll love you in any form. Maybe we drop the illusions for a night.”
His blue eyes met hers. Despite the bold gesture, __ saw right through his words. Loki was shitting bricks. No one close to him, not even Thor, has seen him in jotun form.
“A-are you sure?” She asked quietly, grabbing his nervously clutched hand.
“No” he uttered, as a-matter-of-fact. “But I am sure that I want you for as long as life allows. And if you wish to be mine, you deserve to see all sides. Wouldn’t you think thats fair, minnow?” He asked, calling you by his favorite pet name.
Hearing his dedication to their love brought a wave of calm. Despite their shared fears, this day was going to come if the deities intended to spend a long life with one another.
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After some thought and planning, they decided to make a vacation out of the ocassion. Taking a trip to the secluded seaside of Norway, it gave the lovers ease feeling like the only existing souls. Upon arrival, the couple agreed to meet on the balcony come sunset. __ felt her anxiety rising as the sun inched further along the sky. Loki took leave in the living room, reading to ease his thoughts. Finally, the sky’s hue scattered with oranges and pinks. Loki strode out to the double doors to see his beloved, clad in a loose coverup staring at the ocean lost in thought. She knew why he insisted on such a specific location. The ocean called to her, she would feel at home. The norwegian landscape also reminded him of his home realm, giving him a sense of comfort. The prince gently grazed her rested hand on the rail, stirring her slightly from her thoughts.
The naiad looked up to see him, shirt unbuttoned and lounge pants. Part of their agreement was to reveal one another without covering up. Despite the passionate history, this wasn’t a part of their sexual games.
“It’s time, my queen.” He said with a soft smile.
“As you wish, my king.” She responded, reciprocating his expression. Hands locked, they stepped out to the center of the balcony.
“Just like we agreed?” __ asked, searching his eyes for reassurance.
“Just like we agreed.” He replied, squeezing her hands.
“Close your eyes” She gently ordered, looking down and shutting her own.
The faint sound of Loki’s seidr followed with a sudden exposure to the breeze on her bare skin. No going back now she thought to herself. With a breathe, she felt her skin transform, feeling the wisps of her water-like hair. His hands all of a sudden felt ice-cold to the touch. It was time.
Her now emerald orbs were met with blood red ones. The raven haired man now dorned pale blue skin, his body decorated with what seemed to be etches and patterns. Despite the drastic change, she could still see her Loki. And he was so beautiful. The patterns trailed all down his chest and limbs, almost impossible to see where one started and one finished. His eyes were filled with awe and admiration.
He was met with the same expression, all his woes and fears diminished by this alluring creature in front of him. In human form, of course she always looked drop dead gorgeous, but this beauty could knock out any mortal being. Her deep ocean green skin sported iridescent scales along the crooks of her limbs, hair flowing like waves over her breasts just allowing the slightest of exposure. Her piercing midnight eyes captivated him.
Without saying a word, the creatures slowly closed the gap between them, running hands along arms and losing their thoughts just admiring one another. After a few minutes, __ trailed her hand up to his cheek, cupping it so delicately. Closing his eyes, he leaned into her ever-so warm touch, letting out a sigh.
“Absolutely breathtaking” The god breathed out, grabbing her hand and touching his lips to the fingertips, holding her gaze once more as he kissed them ever so gently..
“I think I just fell in love with you all over again.” __ giggled, gushing over his chivalry.
“I haven’t stopped falling” Loki said, grinning through frosted teeth.
The sea spirit felt her cheeks heat up, along with a familiar heat rising. Does his jotun form arouse me? That voice in the back of her head creeped up. Would it be ludacris to ask him to make love in this form? Just a few minutes ago she was terrified of scaring him and now she wanted him to take her. Almost as if he could sense her conflicting thoughts, Loki snaked his cold arms around her waist, pulling the naiad to his chest.
“I can see it in your eyes” his smirk turned devious, “I want nothing more than to explore this new territory .. However..” His expression faltered.”I worry I might hurt you in this form. I’ve never- I’ve never made love to someone like this. Minnow, I would never forgive myself if I lose control and harm you.”
____ wrapped her arms around the frost giant’s neck, kissing him sweetly. “Then we take our time.” She replied. “You are the love of my life, I don’t think you would ever intentionally hurt me. And in case you forgot, Nymphs are kinda built to mate with beings of all kinds, it’s part of our shtick.” The Naiad replied with a sweet, yet silly demeanor.
“But if I lose control-“ He protested, his crimson eyes glowing with concern and worry. “I was raised to believe my kind were nothing but greedy and dangerous savages. The last thing I want is for you to see that. To see me as a monster.”
“I never could.” ___ reassured him, tangling one hand among his ebony locks. “What if you let me take the lead?”
She had never seen him so vulnerable. It seemed that she was the first soul to not shy away from this side. All of her insecurities ebbed away when he treated her like a queen, but it was evident it would take more than a few kind words to convince the god he wasn’t a monster. Of course, nymphs were creatures of fertility and nature. Their purposes were hardly malicious. Her insecurities rooted from years of being mistreated and misused by those who sought to use her gifts for personal gain. His were rooted from years of misleading, lies, and discrimination. Maybe by taking the lead, she could remind him of his worth, a king deserving of unconditional love. He reminded her everyday of her worth, always praising and loving her. It was her turn.
Loki tightening his embrace around his lover, pressing his forehead to hers, inhaling her sweet scent. By Valhalla, she smelled amazing. Norns. They’ve been nude this entire time. Usually by now he would have devoured her, his usually dominating nature replaced with a man terrified to let his partner love him.
“Lead me.” He said, barely a whisper. “I give my all to you, every last part of my soul is in your hands tonight.”
His words only increased her yearning arousal. Everything about this moment; the vulnerability, his physical and emotional surrender, the way he wanted to handle her with such delicacy.. ___ needed him. Needed this. This wasn’t just about physical relief. Their actions tonight; every touch, kiss, and word, bound the two souls. Pulling him into another passionate kiss, she felt his hands graze along her backside, slowly running his finger tips along her spine. Despite the lack of warmth in his body, Sparks ignited behind his touch. All the while, he reciprocated her intense energy, lips moving hungrily in sync. ____’s breasts, erect from equal parts arousal and cold, pressed firmly against his solid chest. Loki’s lips trailed down along her jawline, slowly finding sanctuary on the pulse of her neck. The nymph gripped his hair in pleasured bliss, letting out a moaned sigh that called to him like a siren. The trickster could feel his ever growing arousal, fighting off instinct to take her there and then. He wanted her to lead, her to tell him how far he could go. It was almost as if they were making love for the first time all over again.
“L-Loki?” ___ sighed out,
Trailing back up with kisses to reply, Loki ended with a chaste kiss on her lips. “Yes my queen?” He huskily replied, sounding breathless with lust.
“Take me to the bed… but keep kissing me. Please.”
In one swift motion, her legs were snaked around his waist while his hands held a vicelike grip on her backside. Lips locked, he slowly made way to the beautiful bedroom, dimly lit with candles and the twilight remnants shining through the doors. Gently laying her on the bed, he pressed firmly, almost grinding his aching nether regions to her pooling heat. ____ grabbed Loki’s dominant hand in desperation, guiding down to where she needed attention. The second contact was made, he shut his eyes as if to relish in the moment. ____’s head rolled back in bliss while cool fingertips traced circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She mewled and whined quietly. He needed to see her face.
“Look at me with those beautiful eyes, darling, please” He begged gently. Slowly rising back up, she met his gaze. Her eyes drunken with ecstasy, he grew hungry for more. She wanted more. Without breaking eye contact, the god slicked his fingers in her heat, before slowly slipping them into her folds. ____ moaned out, panting softly as Loki began stroking. His eyes looked intensely in hers, the smell of her sweet sex flooding his senses. Drawing them out slowly, he ran his silver tongue along the drenched digits. The naiad moaned softly at the sight. That mischievous grin finally returned and he hungrily kissed along her thighs, creeping dangerously close to her delicious quim. Pausing just above, the prince’s eyes met her’s, searching for a sign of approval.
“Please~” ____ begged. Just like that, he made contact, lapping up the sweet nectar. Massaging his tongue against the hood of her spot, she began to moan more, receiving a groan of approval from him. The rumble of his voice stimulated her even more, threatening that knot to arise. Running through his soft locks, she watched admirably and lustfully as he focused all his energy into pleasing her, almost as if this was his way of showing gratitude for accepting him. Unconditional love, it was effortless with him. As her peak crept closer and closer, his roaming hands grew rougher, his groans grew desperate. He lapped at her heat like she was the first drink of water he had in weeks. Legs shaking, knot forming, her moaning grew louder and hips bucking. Finally, something in her snapped and she rode out the orgasm until the god stopped. Breathless, she grabbed him and drew him into a feverish kiss, tasting her climax on his tongue. His neglected arousal brushed against her core, despite his better efforts to control himself. She broke the kiss, leaning her forehead to his.
“Make love to me, Loki. Please. You need me as much as I need you.”
“I-if I become too rough-” He began, desperately trying to keep his composure. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” His eyes were dark with desire, however his mind tried so hard to keep him grounded and present.
“You could never be too rough, my love.” ____ reassured once more. “I’ll lead. Just like you asked.”
“Lead me, my queen.” Loki whispered back, body relaxing.
Reaching for his hardness, _____spread her legs, inviting ever so sweetly. Loki sat up, chest heaving while she slowly pumped along his length. Along his shaft, there were subtle grooves she could feel, he was deliciously cold.
“May I?” she asked sweetly, ready to guide him in.
Lining up to her entrance, ___ pulled him down meeting her lips to his as he pushed inside her still sensitive cunt. The sex-drunk nymph moaned into her lover as he slowly sheathed inside her already pulsing walls. ____ always loved the way he felt, however the new sensations were mind meltingly addictive. His cold and textured member stimulated her in ways she couldn’t describe. Loki already had his head burrowed into the crook of her neck, thrusting slow and careful. His quiet moans vibrated against her ear. “By Valhalla, this is paradise.” he groaned softly, peppering his love with kisses and licks along her ear and neck. He could almost taste the mixture of sea salt and honey. ___ let her hands wander, intertwining in his raven locks to digging her nails into his back. He could feel her legs wrapped around him and took it as a sign to thrust harder and deeper, earning more of the sweet symphony that came from the naiad’s mouth. His desires overcame him, snaking a strong arm under her smaller frame, picking her up onto his lap, still sheathed in her wetness. The sudden action made her giggle breathlessly as his grip traveled to her hips.
“Terribly sorry, my darling, but I much prefer this sight of you.” He huskily chuckled, panting slowly. ____ began to roll her hips back and forth, earning a deep moan from the god. She could feel his grip tighten like a vice against her hindquarters, adding delicious pressure to her G-spot as he guided the pace. A sense of dominance flooded over her, locking a grip in his raven locks. She tugged just hard enough to expose his now vulnerable neck, an almost animalistic grunt rumbled from his throat, followed with jagged sighs once her hot tongue ran against his icy flesh. The overrwhelming sensations drove him mad with ecstasy, gripping her tightly as his back softly hit the bed. He could feel her hot breathe against his ear as she whispered ever so sweetly, “If you forget your worth, I will remind you. If you ever feel unworthy, I will worship your body until you do. When I praise you, it is real. You are the king of my existence, and I will be your queen.” Loki bucked his hips in response, relishing in her spell-like words while pulling her into a heated kiss. ____ snaked her hand into his, wrapping the other under his head as his free hand rubbed circles against her clit. The god’s thrusts under her began to pick up pace, the sound of slapping flesh echoed in the room. He could barely hold back anymore listening to her cry out, he could feel her walls contracting around him. She was so close, it drove him into an animalistic frenzy.
“I-It’s okay~” She panted out. “I’m almost there, you can be rough.”
Without a word, he flipped them around, hitching her leg onto his shoulder. A low growl escaped his lips as he plunged deep into her once more. Not wanting to neglect his queen’s climax, the god attended to her already sensitive clit . ____’s legs shook more and more as the knot in her core grew once more. With another hand kneeding her breasts, that was enough to push the nymph over the edge once more. Loki’s thrusts staggered as he could feel her cunt clenching and milking him, her sweet cum coating his cock like a fresh frost. As his release began to chase hers, Loki released her leg and buried his head into the crook of her neck breathing in her sweet scent once more. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, digging her nails into his back and biting down on his shoulder while his thrusts continue to stagger out. Loki let out a jagged moan, spilling into her finally with one last thrust.
They laid like that as moments passed, his forehead resting against hers. He was softened by the time they separated their connected bodies. Pulling the tired woman to his chest, Loki lifted her face up to meet his, red eyes gleaming with equal parts love and concern.
“I-I worry I got carried away.. I haven’t hurt you, have I, minnow?” He asked cautiously, searching her blue orbs for confirmation or denial.
___ broke into laughter with the sweetest smile lighting up. She then reached to kiss his forehead with reassurance.
“I’m more than fine. I feel like I’m floating actually.” ___ finally replied. “You’ve helped me love myself once again. I wouldn’t want anything that happened tonight to be changed.”
“My queen, you have no clue how much power your words have on me.” He said, rubbing her scaled back with feather-light fingers. “No matter where i have gone in life, I have been branded as a monster, a scoundrel, a tyrant. Someone somewhere has looked at me in fear or disgust. Never you. Even in the beginning, you saw past the illusions I put up. I can trust again, love again.. All because of this siren of a woman right here in my arms.”
Tears of joy welled in her eyes. She understood what it was like to be broken, just like him. And somehow they glued one another back together.
“I’ll love you until my dying breathe.” ___ whispered to him.
“I’ll love you long after mortals have forgotten me.” He replied, pulling her into another sweet kiss. After cleaning her up and curling up with her once more, they slept soundly. For the first time, they slept next to one another without illusions, without a mask. Loving the other as they were.
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