Loki Laufeyson

He's mad but he's magic. There is no lie in his fire. Indie Loki Laufeyson roleplay/ask blog. Mostly MCU with some Norse influence. Please read information pages.

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Compromised

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cameoutofabottle:

The soldier gave a jerk and moaned out loudly at Loki’s attentions. His fingers tightened in the long, dark locks, and the other hand grasped roughly at the curve of his love’s ass. He growled lowly when the man demanded he be harder with him, and he nipped at his lip, tugging it between his teeth. “Isn’t that what got us into this predicament, sweetheart?” he teased. 

Not that he minded one bit. He released Loki’s hair and slipped his hand out of his pants so he could hold onto him as he stood, keeping his lover pressed tightly against him. “Don’t stop movin’,” he growled. “God, you feel good.” Steve kissed him hard again as he turned and headed for the bedroom. He made his way by memory to the bed where he flopped down atop Loki in the mess of pillows and rocked hard against him. His fingers were already tugging at his fiance’s pants, nearly tearing them in his effort to get them off.

Loki loved the fact Steve would be rough with him.  He loved being able to feel that power beneath tight muscles.  His soldier was a gentle man with a gentle heart, but he knew there was that strength beneath him, and adored seeing it come to the surface.  Loki lathed his tongue along Steve’s neck as he was carried to the bed, and wasted no time at all grinding up against him again.  

He wriggled free of his pants and practically tore Steve’s pants off of him as well, reaching down to stroke him with a heavy groan.  “Yes...” he hissed, lashes fluttering shut briefly before he wrapped one leg around his lover’s waist.  He immediately guided Steve to his slick entrance, burning with need and desire, moaning out his lust for the other man.  “Fuck me,” he whispered as he urged Steve inside of him, back arching at the fullness he felt against his body.  His hips rolled in needy fashion, whimpering softly as he leaned up to connect their lips in a deep kiss.  

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Primal Instincts | slysmith

[slysmith]

assxmilate:

Every small increment of space between them felt like too much and it was to Loptr’s pleasure that his Omega wriggled closer to him until he felt like his own body might open up and admit him inside. It provoked such strong urges to protect Loki, to shield him from everything that could possibly harm him whether that harm was physical or emotional. Yet he also knew he would feel pride in everything his mate would accomplish and in the fact that Loki did not need his protection to defend himself. The other jotun could be lethal and cunning enough alone, or else he might not have survive thus long unclaimed.

Loptr’s eyes fluttered shut to savor those graceful fingers in his hair, every incidental scrape against his scalp sending a hot stab of desire whilst also calming him so that he might as easily slip back into slumber as be aroused into another coupling. He hummed thoughtfully at Loki’s proposal, his mind already mulling over the options. There was Alvaldi, his second, and while he trusted all of his warriors–no hunting party could coordinate without said trust–it was Alvaldi that he confided in.

As he weighed the benefits of giving over command to Alvaldi, Loki proposed another idea that was so ingenious it had his chest warming with a flood of affection. “I have managed to snare the most wise of all the jotnar as my mate,” he said in wonder, his eyes now open and bright as they gazed upon his Omega with new appreciation. “It is the solution to all of our troubles and can only benefit this village more. My hunters can bring their own mates and finally find some rest from the long voyages. My Loki, beautiful and intelligent.” He gave a soft, incredulous laugh and leaned to pepper kisses across his mate’s cheeks and jaw before catching his lips in a deep kiss.

Loki had never once before sought out the approval or appreciate from anyone for his ideals.  He had simply acted and reacted, did what he think was best for the village.  If anyone had anything negative to say, he would deal with the consequences.  Or if they offered him praise, he would raise his chin to them and state such praise was deserved.

But when Loptr praised him, Loki felt a warmth suffice his chest.  He grinned broadly, his red eyes glittering as he exhaled a whimper.  He wanted to please his mate, more than anything in the world.  And when Loptr leaned in to kiss him, Loki melted into the embrace and sought to deepen it further.  Just a kiss was enough to make him tremble, to make him slight between his thighs, and he pulled Loptr close to enjoy his body.  And they would do so, again and again, until both were simply too exhausted to continue.  

Proposing the plan to the rest of the village had been met with some resistance at first, but when everyone realized the ingenuity of the plan, they became very receptive.  It would take one long trip to bring the beasts back to the village, and Loki’s heart nearly broke when he realized Loptr would have to travel with the hunting party to assure everything went as planned.  He felt absolutely devastated, but he knew his mate had a duty to be with the hunters.  It didn’t stop him from nearly sobbing in Loptr’s arms the day he left.  

A few months passed, and Loki pined for Loptr more and more each day.  He knew his beloved would return to him, but with each increasing day, his anxiety grew.  That was, however, not the only thing that grew.  Their multiple coupling had resulted in Loki carrying his first litter, and his belly expanded more and more each day.  He was unsure how many little babes he was carrying, but he cared not for the number.  The more, the better -- as long as all of them were healthy.  By the day the horn sounded, signaling the hunters’ return, it already looked as if he was ready to pop with just one babe.  

Loki rushed to the village edge, nearly shoving other much larger giants off their feet in his haste.  He spotted the party, followed by a large line of beasts.  A smile grew on his face -- they had been successful!  But all of it would be for naught if he didn’t find his soulmate in the crowd.  Bright red eyes searched each face in the distance, both hands curled protectively over his belly.  “Loptr!” he called, unable to stay stoic for much longer.  Everything in his very soul called out; he needed to see him.  

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gentlemanjohngrey:

There was no sense of panic in John when Lukas moved to straddle him. But then, he thought it might simply be different because they were face to face. So long as the other man was content to remain thus, John thought… yes, he could give himself up to him. He didn’t have to pause to think when the last time was that he’d done so, but this time would be different, he knew that. Still…

Pushing the worries from his mind, John slipped his hands inside the other man’s coat and wrapped his arms around him. He moaned, hips jerking upward at the slight shift of Lukas’ hips. Christ, he hadn’t acted so boyish, so desperately hungry for a man in years. It was utterly exhilarating. They’d been waiting for this all afternoon, watching one another with looks of promises even after that fateful meeting in the street. John wanted.

He made a noise and scoffed a bit at Lukas’ sweet words. His head tipped to the side a little, welcoming his lover’s mouth against his skin. His own hands slid down over the curve of the other’s ass, giving it a gentle squeeze and encouraging him to continue grinding against him. “Lukas,” he breathed out. “You may think me silly but-” John swallowed hard, cheeks heating. “It has been… some time for me. Will you- take it slowly?”

Any logical or even semi-literate thought Loki had was far gone out of his mind by the time he had straddled John and started kissing him.  The sounds and the way he was moving beneath him was enough to make him positively ache.  It was nearly painful in his impatience, but he knew the reward would be worth waiting for.  

Loki exhaled a groan as John groped and grabbed at him, and he rolled his hips forward when his lover grabbed his ass and encouraged more sinful grinding.  But John’s words had him momentarily pausing, looking down at him with brows tightened.  After a brief moment, Loki’s lips curled into a soft smile, and he leaned down to kiss one heated cheek.  “But of course,” he whispered against his ear, lashing his tongue out against his earlobe.  “As slow as you like,” he said, kissing John’s jaw a few times.  “I won’t hurt you.  I promise...”

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Compromised

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cameoutofabottle:

Steve smiled at Loki’s words. Oh, their traditions couldn’t have been further apart. Everything had been raised to believe in had been thrown out the window the moment Steve had laid eyes on this man in Germany. He’d never been so confused about religion in his life, but there was one thing he was sure of now. That was Loki. He worshipped Loki, heart and mind, body and soul, and he would, until the day he died. 

A soft hum drifted from the blond when his love spoke his name. He lifted his hips, rocking toward Loki, already hard himself within the constraints of his pants. “I want you, too, sweetheart,” he whispered, gently tugging at the other’s hair, forcing his head to tip backward so he could sit forward and drag his teeth down the long, cool expanse of his fiancé’s throat. His tongue was warm as it dipped into the hollow there. “I’ll always want you, Loki.” He nipped at his collar bone, hand sliding down his back to dip into the back of his pants, gripping lightly at his ass.

Every little touch, every single word, sent Loki’s blood to boil.  He exhaled a heavy sigh, head tipping back to allow Steve to kiss at his neck.  A soft whimper fell from his lips as he felt Steve rock up against him, and he could feel himself grow slick and hard already.  And as much as Steve’s romantic words could normally make his icy heart melt.... that wasn’t what he craved right now.  

Loki leaned forward and kissed Steve hard, groaning into his mouth as his hips started to move, grinding and rocking down on his fiance’s hips.  “I’m not made of glass,” he breathed against his soldier’s lips, slender fingers coiling in his hair.  “You won’t hurt me, or the babe.  Be rough with me, Steve.  Fuck me.”

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Primal Instincts | slysmith

[slysmith]

assxmilate:

Loki’s answer made his grin widen and Loptr managed to steal a brief kiss before lips were fluttering into the crook of his neck. His eyes slipped closed again and he hummed as he tilted his head to bare more of his neck to his mate. It was most often a sign of submission, but bonded like this it felt like trust.

It may have been unwise to trust Loki when he knew only a few things about him. It had not been Loptr’s first visit to this village and he had heard rumors, but then there were rumors of him as well. Loki’s seeming devotion might have been subterfuge, but the bond allowed him to feel his new mate’s emotions and they felt every bit as real as he imagined. There was no reason for deceit between them.

Loptr took the opportunity to thrust his nose against Loki’s neck in turn and then buried it in his hair, twisting slightly to place a kiss to one of his horns. He shuddered in delight. “I may need to discuss it with my warriors. I would not leave them leaderless, but if I am to see our children grow safely it would be better to remain here with you. You can only travel for so many months and our hunting expeditions can be very long.”

Loki had thought, too, that perhaps such quick mating could have been treacherous.  Loptr was a strong, virile male -- but he was also more than that.  He was cunning, that much was obvious.  Loki could have very well doomed himself to live under the life of an abusive Alpha, but he felt no such urges from his mate.  He could feel Loptr’s devotion which mirrored his own.  Loki was unsure how he knew Loptr would be perfect for him, but he just did.  

He nearly moaned at the kiss to his horn, a full-body shudder skittering down his spine.  He exhaled a heavy breath, feeling his body starting to crave his mate again -- but this time, they truly did need to discuss their options.  A soft whimper fell past his lips as he moved close, as close as he possibly could to his Alpha.  Not for one minute did he want to be parted from him.  

“Is there another warrior you trust enough to lead them in your stead on these excursions?” Loki asked, coiling slender fingers into Loptr’s hair and idly playing with the dark locks while they talked.  “Or perhaps you could go on shorter expeditions to the north of here, instead of the south.  There is game there, though I’ve heard the small herds there are tougher to hunt.  But I could travel with you, then...”

Suddenly, an idea clicked into Loki’s mind.  His brow furrowed as he gathered his thoughts, and a soft hum left his throat.  “... Or.  Or perhaps your men could gather the beasts from the north... And bring them here.  Our temperatures are stable, and we could cage them in somehow.  The village could raise them, slaughter them... produce meat and pelts and leather.  We’d be the only village capable of doing every trade.  And the traders would come to us, instead of us going to them,” Loki suggested, a small smile spreading on his face.  By the Norns, why hadn’t he thought of this sooner?

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Alpha and Omega

[slysmith]

thewinterslave:

James could accept that, somewhat. “I didn’t know you before. All I know is you came into my life, swept me off my feet, and gave me two beautiful children.  I’ve never been happier in my life.” And just to show his appreciation, he leaned in to nuzzle into Loki’s neck, and nibble at his scent gland a little. It was a shame he was healing, because just being several pounds lighter, and back home with his family was making him feel quite frisky. 

“Mmm.. Yeah.. Seems like every couple of days he’s been calling me in tears, lamenting that his favorite clothes didn’t fit.. And I could relate to him for a while.. But now he’s going to probably be a little bitter..” Since James’ tummy was very quickly returning to its’ normal size.  The extra skin wouldn’t last, either. His metabolism healed things like that much too quickly.

Once his sizable meal was done, he moved to the childrens’bedroom to check on them… But ended up not coming back out. In fact, he had sat down on the little couch meant for feeding time, and had fallen asleep. He was exhausted, but also at the same time incredibly attached to his children. He had fret over them so much that he couldn’t part from them.

Loki had returned the affection when James leaned in, even tipping his chin up to capture his mate’s lips in a lingering kiss.  He too, felt the stirrings of lust, his desire to claim his mate again and again... but such things could wait.  James needed to heal and recover first.  

When James didn’t come back from checking on the children, Loki peaked his head inside the bedroom.  The sight made him smile softly, and he decided to leave his mate where he slept.  If he wanted to be that close to them, Loki wouldn’t take him away.  Loki went back to the living room to read, having a been rested enough to stay awake.  

A few hours later, Vincent started to fuss.  Luckily Loki got to him quickly, changing his diaper and mixing a bottle of formula.  He sang to the little boy softly as he fed him in the living room, leaning back as he relaxed with one of his sons.  

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gentlemanjohngrey:

A faint flush rose up over John’s cheeks when Lukas laughed at him, but he grinned over at him all the same. It’d been some time since he’d been approached by anyone or had approached anyone himself. Perhaps being governor at the prison had made him forget exactly how the process was meant to go. It was easy enough with Lukas, though, for the man knew what he wanted and was eager enough to get it. 

The heat spread from his cheeks out through his limbs when the other man moved closer. His heartbeat quickened as the thing began to pound harder against his ribs. John let himself be pushed down, one hand coming up to lay flat against Lukas’ chest while the other slipped into his dark hair, pulling him in even as the other’s lips met his own. A soft laugh was huffed out against his mouth at the answer he was given.

He kissed the other back with a certain hunger of his own, though he was careful not to be overeager. Bloody hell, he tasted so sweet, though, to a man who was used to a certain bitterness of alcohol in his lovers’ kisses. 

Loki smiled into the kiss, dark lashes fluttering shut as the embrace deepened just slightly.  He wanted to take his time, as they were finally no longer rushed.  They had no reason to fear discovery in the middle of no where, in a storm shrouded by a heavy storm.  

Loki shifted slightly, moving to straddle John’s hips as he deepened the kiss, a soft moan rumbling through his chest.  One hand lay against John’s cheek, fingertips slipping just barely into his blonde hair.  Subtly, his hips rolled forward, starting to grind against the other man.  Even that was enough to make Loki shudder softly, his lips parting against John’s to exhale a heavy and shaking breath.  

“You’re beautiful.  Stunning,” he whispered against John’s lips before he canted his head, starting to place little kisses against his lover’s jaw, his neck... anywhere he could kiss.  

[slysmith]

Compromised

[slysmith]

cameoutofabottle:

Excitement filled Steve at the thought of Thor marrying them. He’d be glad to have his brother in arms (and soon to be his brother-in-law-) join them together. He’d always liked Thor, had come to care deeply for him as a teammate and friend. And he was ready for them to be married. He wanted this baby to be born into a true family, with two parents who had vowed to love one another forever.

He smiled as he listened to Loki’s smooth tones, content to listen to him speak. Steve nodded in agreement with what he wanted their ceremony to entail. He rubbed his love’s back, hand still massaging gently at those sore muscles as he relished the feel of the Loki’s cool fingers playing with his hair. “I don’t really…” He pursed his lips to one side, considering the traditions he had grown up with. “I don’t think Irish Catholic traditions would be entirely appropriate here. It’s alright. We can exchange our vows, maybe make Thor say some nice things about marriage, and then we can celebrate with our friends.” 

His fingertips slid up over Loki’s spine and disappeared in his long raven locks as the other pressed his face into his neck. Steve chuckled and gave him a gentle squeeze. “You never need to apologize for that, sweetheart. You know I’m always happy to touch you, to love you.” He tipped his head down to press a warm, lingering kiss to Loki’s bare shoulder.

It sounded so simple.  The two of them reciting their vows to one another, and taking Thor’s blessing as he offered their marriage to the Norns above.  It was so simple in comparison to the things Loki had once craved and demanded.  He had thought, long ago, if he were to ever be married, all the realms would know of the celebration.  But now, here on Earth with Steve, Loki didn’t care for such decadent things.  All he wanted was the love of his life and perhaps a few friends to witness their commitment to one another.  “Perhaps both of our traditions will not exactly fit... but I care not for that.  As long as I have you.  And I’m keeping this ring on for the rest of my life,” he whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips.  

Steve’s fingers running up and down his spine and into his hair made Loki shiver again with a soft whimper.  He couldn’t help it, what with the hormones racing through his blood.  “Steve...” he breathes out against his love’s neck, lashing his tongue against his pulsepoint before finally pulling away to look at his soldier, pupils dilating slowly.  “I want you,” he said simply, slender fingers slipping up into blonde hair.  

[gentlemanjohngrey-deactivated20]

Loki had just left for a little while, just to attend his horse at the stable nearby. Confusion lit his face up when he came back only to find John Grey absent from the table they were sitting at. He picked up on the sounds of a terrible racket near the back door, and curiosity saw Loki investigating. "John!" he gasped, eyes flying wide as he spotted his companion beaten and bloody on the ground. He rushed over, dropping to his knees to gently cradle John's head in his lap. "What happened?"

Meme - slysmith

Some people could just tell. Maybe it was the expression in John’s eyes, maybe it was the way he couldn’t help but be comfortable around a man after he’d– been with him. Discretion was imperative for a man like himself, but Lukas was a man to be admired, and perhaps after a few cups of ale, the Major had allowed his mask to slip. It must’ve been laudanum they’d put in his drink, for he hadn’t even noticed the effects until it was too late. And now he was in a stupor both from drug and the beating he’d received. 

A sad smile pulled at the soldier’s lips when Lukas lifted his head. “Oh, I’ll be– alright, m’friend,” he murmured. He blinked up at the man, hazy eyes moving over his face. “You’ve th’loveliest eyes,” he added in a fond slur. At least, for the moment, the laudanum dulled the pain. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew they should get inside and up to the rooms they’d rented for the evening, but he couldn’t seem to bring the words forward. Those men might come back. They might try to hurt Lukas, too. His tongue had a mind of its own, though, and for the moment, all he could manage was nonsensical mutterings about his companion’s good looks.

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John sometimes forgot Lukas’ utter perfection until he saw the man with no clothes. His skin was so pale and smooth, unmarred by illness or battle. The soldier loved to simply sit and admire him at times, to watch the grace with which he moved while he wondered at who this beautiful man must be. Lukas kept secrets from him; John was not foolish enough to think he truly knew him at all, but he was alright with that for now. Perhaps if fate brought them together again, they might get to know one another better beyond the physical aspect of their relationship.

He sighed softly in contentment and curled his hand around the velvety length of Lukas’ cock. John stroked him slowly for a bit, thumb brushing over the head each time his hand rose up. Then he began to stroke him a little faster, careful not to overdo it and hurt his ribs. A groan drifted from him to pass between their kiss. “So perfect,” he murmured against Lukas’ lips.

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Loki’s lashes fluttered shut as John continued to stroke him.  His hand felt so good, and with a soft whimper, Loki reached up to coil his hand into John’s hair as they kissed.  He moved his hips with John’s rhythm, and a full-body shudder skittered down his spine as he scooted closer to him, practically boneless and in his lap.  

He had already been so aroused from the pleasure he gave John; it didn’t take long for him to grow rock-hard and throbbing.  He could feel the pleasure pooling behind his navel, and Loki groaned hotly against John’s lips, hips jerking up in telltale fashion.  “John...” he moaned, dropping his head against the other man’s shoulder as he spilled, a shaking whimper falling from his lips as he panted against John’s neck.  

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John spread his own blanket out then dropped his cloak atop it. The novelty about staying the night in a place like this was he didn’t have to keep his boots and coats on as he would were he curled up beneath a tree outside. He dropped his hat into the hay then slipped off his coat and waistcoat before sitting down to slip his boots off as well. 

He glanced at Lukas when the man suggested they lay closer to one another to keep warm, and a little grin tugged at John’s lips. He stood and grabbed up both blanket and cloak, then padded closer to the other man in his stocking feet to that he could drop his things right up against Lukas’. “I wonder if that will be quite close enough?” he said thoughtfully, bright blue gaze flicking up to meet the other’s green. Not likely. Only being tangled up in the other would truly suit him. 

John cleared his throat lightly and ran a hand over his hair as he glanced around, not quite sure what to do with himself. He wanted to taste the other man’s kiss again, to feel the press of his body. “Are you- hungry at all? I’ve some food in my saddlebags…”

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Loki watched John move with a gaze that was, quite frankly, very hungry.  Now they were able to have some privacy, and Loki was eager to get his hands on John without fear of interruption or intrusion.  He was already able to see the gorgeous body hiding beneath the coats and vests, and Loki’s heart thudded in anticipation to see it again.  

But he couldn’t help but breath out a soft laugh at John’s question.  There was a slight awkwardness about John just then that made Loki adore him all the more.  It was really no problem; Loki was not one to let these things get the better of him.  

Quickly enough, Loki moved close to John, gently pushing him down onto his back.  “Hungry for something, certainly,” he breathed with a devious chuckle, leaning down to capture the soldier’s lips with his own in a deep and lingering kiss.  

[slysmith]

Alpha and Omega

[thewinterslave]

Like hell James was going to let Loki do everything. Tired and sore or not, he had some very strong instincts as a parent, and he could not ignore the cries of  his most precious offspring.   He definitely wasn’t complaining about his duties, and he knew if he asked, Loki would give him as much time as he needed to rest.. But James was stubborn, and it would take some Alpha wiles to convince James to get the rest he needed.

“Mmmnnn~” He mumbled,  the mumble dissipating into a purr-like noise at the affection. “Could never be angry when you wake me up with affection.” A moment was spared to run fingers through his mates’ hair in appreciation, as well as to nuzzle into his scent gland, before he finally got up to his  feet. He was still sluggish, but he only put his arm around Loki because he wanted to, not because he needed to.

“It smells fantastic.” He rumbled, seating himself down to eat, while scooching his chair as close  as he could. “And Steve’s gonna be due in a couple of months.. I somehow can’t see Stark as being a doting father, but I can always be surprised.”  He was mostly looking forward to having more to talk to Steve about, and relate to.

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Loki had made a small plate for himself, and ate slowly as he sat next to James.  He was alert, eyes bright, as he waited to hear the telltale sounds of a baby or two fussing about.  But as luck would have it, the boys seemed to be fast asleep still.  Perhaps they would be blessed with babies who slept easily.  

“Well, to be fair, nobody could see me as being a doting father, either.  Or someone who would take a mate at all,” Loki said, shrugging one shoulder.  Nobody would have expected Loki to have chosen such a life, but yet here he was, happy as could be.  Stark and him had bonded quite a bit in the last few months, and while he didn’t know exactly how Stark would be as a father, Loki figured most would be pleasantly surprised.  

“We should make sure to visit Steve and Tony as the pregnancy goes on,” Loki mused as he ate.  “I’m sure he’ll enjoy the company and the distraction.  I know you certainly did when you were sore and tired,” Loki said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss James’ temple.  “Plus I’ll need to tailor his clothes again soon, if his size now is any indication.”

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Compromised

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Steve leaned into the brush of Loki’s hand along his cheek, then turned his head to press a kiss to his palm. He raised an eyebrow and fell still other than putting a hand on his lover’s arm to help him shift as Loki sat up. He smiled when the other straddled his hips, and his own arms slipped around that slim waist to rest against his lower back, hugging the man against him. 

“Thor could marry us, huh? You think he would?” He hoped Thor might be willing. Steve really couldn’t see any other way for himself and Loki to be joined. And he did want some kind of ceremony, just something small with their friends where they could exchange vows and promise among witnesses to love one another forever. “And by Tony, I think you mean Pepper,” he mused with a soft chuckle. “She’s amazing. He’d be lost without her, ya know. I think we could sweet talk her into getting the paperwork done for us.” He shrugged a little then. “It doesn’t matter to me what the ceremony is, really. I just wanna exchange vows, really. I’d be open to anything you might wanna pull in from your own traditions.” 

A happy hum drifted from the soldier as he kissed his lover back, arms tightening slightly around him. He smiled a little against his lips, though he didn’t mind one bit the way Loki pressed against him. Steve slid a hand up under the back of his shirt to trace the bumps of his spine and the markings on either side of it.

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Loki nodded thoughtfully.  He didn’t think Thor would have a problem marrying them after the news of their being together settled.  Loki was still fearful the other members of the Avengers would be upset with him, but he was trying his best to atone for the things he had done.  Loki hoped they would understand he wasn’t in his right mind.  But now he was, and he wanted their child to know Steve’s close friends, so he hoped they would be accepted.  

“I don’t much care what the ceremony is like,” Loki agreed, shrugging one shoulder as he idly played with Steve’s hair, slender fingers ghosting along the back of his neck.  “As long as we promise ourselves to one another, I will be satisfied with that,” he nodded.  Loki himself was sort of a drifter, so his traditions were understandably quite muddled.  He knew what Asgardian ceremonies entailed, but had no clue as to his Jotun heritage.  “If you would rather bring in your traditions, that would be fine with me, love,” Loki breathed, kissing Steve softly.  

But by the Gods, even Steve’s gentle touch along his back and along his markings were enough to make him shiver.  He whimpered softly against their kiss and buried his face against his soldier’s neck, exhaling a heavier and shaking breath.  “My... my apologies,” he whispered, a breathy laugh following his words.  “It seems I -- ah.  I’m craving intimate touch more so as of late.”

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Primal Instincts | slysmith

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Loptr pressed gentle kisses to Loki’s hair, stroking a hand over his back until he felt him relax and his breathing evened. Already he could feel the protective urges surging to the surface, causing his arms to tighten around his new mate. It wasn’t just possession, it was an instinct to see that his omega was happy and safe, not only for the sake of their litter-to-be, but for his very own happiness. He had a contented smile on his lips as he finally drifted to sleep.

Waking was a slow process, body and mind filled with warmth and comfort, still recovering from the exhausting of their athletic mating. Distantly Loptr was aware of the soft press of lips against his chest, ghosting over the hypersensitive marking. He inhaled deeply and exhaled on a sigh, his fingers twitching along Loki’s back before his eyes gradually opened.

There was the smiling face of his omega and on instinct he breathed deeply of his scent. The sharp burn of heat had faded from Loki’s scent, but now there was a note of himself within his mate’s scent. Loptr smiled, chest swelling with pride. “Did you sleep well, my Loki?” he asked, voice still heavy and thick with sleep.

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There was a fluttering in his chest as he waited to see Loptr wake up, to look into the eyes of his mate, the one he would devote his entire life to now.  Well, him and their children, and he vowed there would be many.  When his lashes fluttered open, Loki grinned, reaching up to coil slender fingers into his hair.  “The best sleep I’ve had in ages, my Alpha,” he purred.

Loki leaned up, nuzzling soft and affectionate kisses against his mate’s neck, where his scent was strongest.  He inhaled deeply, the scent of Loptr sending chills down his back.  “You smell so good,” he nearly moaned, damn near squirming in Loptr’s arms.  It was such a difference between Loptr and the other males of his village; he had turned his nose up at every one of them, bit and hissed and clawed the rest of them away whenever they tried to approach him while he was in heat.  He hadn’t a single thought to do that with Loptr; perhaps fate truly desired them to be together.  

With a soft and contented smile, Loki lay his head on Loptr’s chest.  “I suppose we should discuss whether you are to stay here in this village now or if I am to travel with you.  Which would you prefer?” he asked, perfectly willing to do whatever his Alpha wanted him to do.  Though it would be harder as time went on if he was expected to carry large litters...

[assxmilate]

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[assxmilate]

A deeply satisfied groan rumbled through Loptr’s chest as he felt the omega spasm around him again, but as much as his own stomach knotted and twitched, there was no further seed to be spilled. Exhaustion was beginning to settle in his limbs as the immediate need faded away, leaving only the pleasant warmth of satiety and the weight of Loki’s body falling against his own.

Loptr’s arms wrapped around his new mate and released his bite, the embrace still carrying the faint tinge of possessiveness but also offering comfort and support. It was a home to invite Loki into, a pillar of strength to lean on when he needed it. Not only was Loki his omega to see grow heavy with his children, but he was his omega to keep safe and happy. The knot throbbing inside him was as much a promise to provide for him as it was to impregnate him.

A slight shudder rippled through his muscles at the tiny motions of Loki’s hips, his fingers occasionally tightening reflexively around him as they stroked up and down his flanks. “Yes, yours,” he murmured in an unconscious echo of Loki’s earlier words. Loptr could smell the difference in Loki’s scent, the sharp note of heat muting and mingling with his own scent. They were bonded, now and forever, and the very thought brought his hips up in another spastic jerk. “Sleep now and I’ll attend to your needs when you wake.”

[slysmith]

Loki still occasionally whimpered and writhed against Loptr every time he felt his new mate shift beneath him.  His knot was lodged deep within him, ensuring their bond as well as a litter.  He smiled drowsily to himself, knowing their coupling had to have been a success.  He wasn’t sure how he knew, perhaps his instincts, or perhaps his body was changing already.  

As much as he wanted to fight the sleep, exhaustion was beginning to drag him down deeper into its depths.  He wanted to stay awake and dote on his Alpha, attend to his needs and see he was happy and proud. But he could not fight the pull of sleep, and the steady heartbeat of his mate beneath his ear only hastened the process.  Loki fell into the most restful sleep he had in ages. 

When Loki awoke, he could smell the changes in both of their scents immediately.  Loptr still smelled like himself, but now a little bit like Loki as well.  And Loki knew he smelled the same; never would anyone be able to question if he was mated or not.  A satisfied rumble traveled through his chest and he canted his head, placing a gentle kiss against Loptr’s chest, against one particular marking which had caught his attention.  He would wait patiently for his mate to awaken.

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John nodded, riding along quickly at Lukas’ side. His gaze was sharp, scanning the countryside for any sign of a place they might take refuge. There wasn’t ever much on these back roads from town to town, but every once in a while, one might find an abandoned shed or barn. And they were in luck this time, for, at last, they’d come across an old barn that would shelter them well enough from the storm.

His own horse was skittish, dancing on light feet and John brushed his fingers through the creature’s mane, murmuring softly to it. He slipped out of the saddle, not bothering to answer Lukas for the wind had picked up and his voice would be carried off anyway. Just as he got his own horse inside, there was an angry burst of thunder that seemed to shake the very ground they stood on. The rain had begun to fall, as well, slow at first, though it would no doubt pick up soon enough. 

John shut the barn door then moved up next to Lukas and his horse so that he might unsaddle his own. Excitement and nerves bubbled up in his stomach. Alone, at last, and no one was likely to come upon them in this weather. They’d have the whole night to themselves. He grinned a little and ducked his head at the look Lukas gave him. “Oh, indeed. I expect we’ll find some way to pass the time…” He pulled the saddle off, followed by his bags and blankets, the latter of which he carried over to a nice spot away from the horses where they could set up their bed rolls for the night. 

[slysmith]

Loki chuckled a soft laugh just as the sky opened up further, the rain going from a light drizzle to practically a deluge.  He looked up towards the roof, glad to see it was free from many major leaks.  There was a few, near the door, but those were easily avoided.  The back of the barn looked like it would keep itself rather dry, especially considering they would sleep atop of a hay bed and blankets.  Loki had to shake his head slightly, a gesture more directed towards himself.  Never in his centuries would he had imagined sleeping on hay with a mortal man.  

Loki pulled his bed roll off the saddle and tossed it towards the area John seemed to chose as a suitable place to bed down.  He removed the articles of clothing which would be uncomfortable to sleep in; his vest, his heavy over shirt and hat.  After such, he made his way over to John and spread his bedding out over the hay, settling down onto it.  While it was hardly the accommodations the prince was used to, it was still relatively comfortable.  He had certainly been in worse situations, and with much worse company.  

“Perhaps we should lay closer,” Loki crooned, still teasing, still pretending to play this little game.  Surely they both knew what would happen on this night, but it was still fun and exhilarating to flirt.  “-- So neither one of us catch a chill, of course,” Loki added with a glint in his eye.  

[gentlemanjohngrey-deactivated20]

Loki had just left for a little while, just to attend his horse at the stable nearby. Confusion lit his face up when he came back only to find John Grey absent from the table they were sitting at. He picked up on the sounds of a terrible racket near the back door, and curiosity saw Loki investigating. "John!" he gasped, eyes flying wide as he spotted his companion beaten and bloody on the ground. He rushed over, dropping to his knees to gently cradle John's head in his lap. "What happened?"

Meme - slysmith

Some people could just tell. Maybe it was the expression in John’s eyes, maybe it was the way he couldn’t help but be comfortable around a man after he’d– been with him. Discretion was imperative for a man like himself, but Lukas was a man to be admired, and perhaps after a few cups of ale, the Major had allowed his mask to slip. It must’ve been laudanum they’d put in his drink, for he hadn’t even noticed the effects until it was too late. And now he was in a stupor both from drug and the beating he’d received. 

A sad smile pulled at the soldier’s lips when Lukas lifted his head. “Oh, I’ll be– alright, m’friend,” he murmured. He blinked up at the man, hazy eyes moving over his face. “You’ve th’loveliest eyes,” he added in a fond slur. At least, for the moment, the laudanum dulled the pain. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew they should get inside and up to the rooms they’d rented for the evening, but he couldn’t seem to bring the words forward. Those men might come back. They might try to hurt Lukas, too. His tongue had a mind of its own, though, and for the moment, all he could manage was nonsensical mutterings about his companion’s good looks.

[gentlemanjohngrey-deactivated20]

John would have been lying to himself if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He very much loved seeing Lukas’ pleasure in his features and knowing that he was the one giving it. “Ah, well. I suppose you’re likely right,” he agreed with a sigh. The tenderness of his body was beginning to return now, and he wondered idly if Lukas might have given him some sort of medicine that had taken away his pain for a time. He didn’t recall noticing anything, and he certainly couldn’t be upset if he had. The man had been nothing but wonderful to him since the moment they’d met.

He was pulled from his thoughts at the warm press of his lover’s lips to his own, and John tipped his head up into it, humming softly in contentment. One blond eyebrow lifted in surprise when Lukas spoke again, and a slow smile pulled at his own lips. His hand reached out automatically to brush upward along the other’s inner thigh. “Mm, gladly,” he sighed, stroking him through the fabric of his breeches before his fingertips began to fiddle with the buttons of his flies.

[slysmith]

Loki exhaled a slightly shaking breath the very moment John’s fingers brushed against him.  He could feel the flush rise on his cheeks, and he bit his lower lip for a moment, his expression tugging into a soft smirk.  He glanced down as John began to untie his breeches, and he reached down to assist him, slipping his pants and underwear off of his hips, his arousal finally free -- throbbing.  

With a soft sound, almost akin to a whimper, Loki shifted forward to bring himself closer to John.  The closer he was, the less John had to reach and strain his own body.  He pressed his lips to John in a lingering but still gentle and slow kiss, dark lashes fluttering shut as his heart thudded with anticipation.