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[salmonneli]

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⬩➤ pairing: loki laufeyson x reader

⬩➤ details: nsfw, profanity, loki x reader, established relationship, birthday sex, heavy teasing, filthy dirty talk, dominant reader, submissive loki, power exchange, riding, edging, begging, marking, rough sex, possessive sex, aftercare, loki being a massive brat, smug loki gets wrecked

⬩➤ wordcount: 4.0k

⬩➤ note: first actual smut fic, kinda nervous! i hope u somehow like it...?

⬩➤ synopsis: It’s your birthday, and Loki is determined to spoil you rotten. From the moment you wake, the God of Mischief is endlessly talkative—showering you with luxurious gifts and increasingly filthy teasing whispers that leave you aching all day. With his silver tongue and wicked promises, he keeps daring you to shut him up… until you finally do exactly that by fucking him senseless.

You stirred slowly beneath the heavy silk sheets, the faint scent of leather, ozone, and something indefinently Loki lingering in the air like a spell that refused to fade. The first thing you noticed was the cool slide of fabric against your bare skin as you shifted—an exquisite green-and-gold robe draped artfully over the foot of the bed, clearly placed there for you to find.

A soft smile tugged at your lips. Of course he’d already been here.

You sat up, letting the sheet pool around your waist, and reached for the robe. The moment your fingers touched it, the silk seemed to warm and move on its own, gliding over your shoulders like a lover’s hands. It fit perfectly, of course. Everything Loki gave you always did.

On the nightstand sat a small velvet box. Inside was a delicate gold chain with an emerald pendant that pulsed gently against your skin the second you clasped it around your neck. A pleasant heat bloomed across your collarbones, spreading downward in lazy waves that made your thighs press together instinctively.

And then there was the note.

Written in that impossibly elegant, flowing script you’d recognize anywhere:

My darling little mortal,

Another year older. Another year more dangerously tempting. Today is yours. I am yours… or so I’ll let you believe. Be ready for me.

— L

You were still tracing the words with your fingertip when the air in the room shifted.

A swirl of emerald and gold shimmered near the window, coalescing into the tall, devastating figure of Loki Laufeyson. He leaned against the wall with that signature smirk, arms crossed, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that hugged every lean line of his body. His dark hair was swept back, a few rebellious strands falling across his forehead, and his eyes—those sharp, mischievous green eyes—raked over you like he was already undressing you with his mind.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he purred, voice velvet and sin.

Before you could even respond, he was across the room in two strides. His long fingers tilted your chin up and his mouth claimed yours in a deep, hungry kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. He tasted like mischief and magic, like champagne and dark promises. When he finally pulled back, you were dizzy, lips tingling.

“Look at you,” he murmured against your mouth, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Another year more tempting. How dare you grow even more irresistible? It’s terribly unfair to the rest of the universe.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to tug at the lapels of his jacket. “You’re laying it on thick this morning.”

“Merely warming up,” he replied, eyes glittering. He leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I have plans for you today. All day. And I won’t be telling you a single detail until we’re in the thick of it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Cryptic as always.”

Loki’s grin widened, sharp and playful. He nipped at your earlobe, voice dropping into that low, filthy register you knew too well. “Let’s just say… there will be moments where I have you pressed against glass overlooking the city. Moments where my fingers are under your dress while no one around us has the faintest idea. And moments where you’ll be begging so prettily I might almost consider giving you what you want.”

Your breath hitched. The enchanted necklace grew warmer against your skin, almost pulsing in time with the growing heat between your legs.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, clearly delighted by your reaction. “But not yet. First, I’m taking you out. Properly. Like the goddess you deserve to feel like on your birthday.”

You tried to tug him back down for another kiss, but he caught your wrists gently, pressing them to the bed with a wicked smile.

“Ah-ah. Patience, darling. You’ll have your fun later. Though I must warn you…” His voice turned teasing, almost mocking in that way that made your stomach flip. “I’m feeling particularly talkative today. I do hope you’ll be able to handle all my commentary while I spoil you rotten.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a spark of challenge flaring in your chest. It was your birthday, after all.

“We’ll see about that,” you murmured.

Loki’s grin turned positively feral.

“Oh, I do hope you try to shut me up, pet. I’m very curious to see how you’ll manage it.”

The morning blurred into a whirlwind of Loki’s particular brand of indulgence. By the time the sun was high, he had whisked you away to a hidden restaurant tucked between two unassuming buildings in Manhattan—an Asgardian sanctuary invisible to mortal eyes unless invited. The interior shimmered with floating golden lanterns and deep emerald drapery, the air scented with spiced wine and roasted meats.

You sat across from him at a private table near the window, overlooking the glittering illusion of a fjord that definitely wasn’t in New York. Loki looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“Try this,” he murmured, leaning across the table with a forkful of rich chocolate and berry dessert. Instead of handing it to you, he brought it to your lips himself, eyes locked on yours. “Open.”

You obeyed, and the moment the decadent flavor hit your tongue, his voice dropped to that sinful velvet whisper.

“Delicious, isn’t it? Almost as sweet as you’ll taste when I have you spread open on our bed later. I plan to take my time… licking every inch of you until you’re shaking and dripping down my chin.”

Your thighs clenched under the table. Loki’s smirk deepened as his hand slid beneath the heavy tablecloth, resting high on your thigh. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles, inching higher with every pass but never quite reaching where you wanted him.

“Problem, darling?” he asked innocently, tilting his head. “You look a little flushed. Is the wine too strong? Or is it the thought of my tongue buried inside you while you moan my name?”

You shot him a warning look, but he only chuckled, low and rich.

“I do love when you try to glare at me like that. It makes me want to bend you over this table and remind you exactly who owns this pretty body.” His fingers pressed firmer into your inner thigh. “Though today I’m being generous. I’m letting you think you’re in charge.”

Lunch continued like that—Loki feeding you bites between increasingly filthy promises, his hand never leaving your thigh, his voice a constant teasing murmur against your ear whenever he leaned in. By the time you left the restaurant, you were aching, wet, and thoroughly annoyed with how smug he looked about it.

Next came a quiet, magically concealed garden terrace high above the city. Ancient Asgardian trees bloomed around you, their flowers glowing softly in the afternoon light. It felt private enough that you thought you might get a moment of peace.

You were wrong.

Loki walked beside you with his arm looped possessively around your waist, pulling you close as you strolled.

“You’re breathtaking when you’re flustered, you know,” he purred, lips brushing your temple. “That pretty blush on your cheeks… the way your breath catches. It makes me want to ruin you right here against this tree.”

A shiver ran down your spine. Then you felt it—phantom fingers, created by his seidr, ghosting down the back of your neck, tracing your spine, then slipping lower to brush teasingly between your legs. You gasped sharply.

Loki’s face remained perfectly innocent as he admired a glowing flower. “Something wrong, my love?”

“You’re impossible,” you hissed, cheeks burning.

He laughed softly, the sound dark and delighted. “And yet you’re soaked for me already, aren’t you? Poor thing. All this tension and I haven’t even properly touched you yet.”

Another illusionary caress slid along your inner thigh, higher this time, pressing firmly against your aching core for just a second before vanishing. You grabbed his arm tighter, knees nearly buckling.

“Loki…”

“Yes, darling?” He turned to you with mock concern, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Use your words. Tell me what you need. Or better yet… save all that fire for later when you try to put me in my place.” His voice dropped even lower. “I’m very much looking forward to watching you attempt to shut me up.”

The tension was unbearable now—your body thrumming with need, irritation, and raw desire. Every teasing word, every phantom touch, every wicked promise made you more determined to turn the tables the second you got him alone.

Loki seemed to sense it. He pulled you closer, lips brushing your ear one last time.

“Careful, love. If you keep looking at me with that murderous, needy little glare… I might not make it home before I start begging you to ruin me.”

By the time you returned to your quarters, the air between you was thick enough to choke on. The door had barely clicked shut before you turned to him.

Loki barely had time to open his mouth with another smug remark before you shoved him hard in the chest. He let you do it—because of course he did, this was your birthday and he was playing along—but the wicked grin on his face said he was enjoying every second of it.

The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell gracefully onto the mattress, sprawling like a king on his throne. His dark hair fanned out against the silk sheets as he looked up at you with gleaming eyes.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice dripping with amusement. “Someone’s feeling bold tonight. Are you finally going to—mmph.”

You cut him off by climbing onto the bed and kissing him fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss was messy, demanding, and you bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss. When you pulled back, his pupils were already blown wide.

“Quiet,” you whispered against his mouth.

Loki chuckled, low and filthy. “Oh darling, you’ll have to do better than that if you want to shut me up. I have so many plans to tell you about. For instance, I was thinking I’d lay you down and—”

You silenced him again, this time by dragging your mouth down the sharp line of his jaw to his neck. You sucked hard on his pulse point, then bit down. His words dissolved into a surprised groan.

Your hands moved with purpose, pushing his expensive jacket off his shoulders. He helped just enough for you to strip it away, but his mouth kept running.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Taking charge on your birthday… How adorable. Though if you ask me—”

You yanked his shirt open, buttons scattering. The moment his pale, toned chest was exposed, you leaned down and bit his collarbone, hard. Loki arched slightly beneath you, a breathy laugh turning into a low moan.

“Fuck— you’re vicious today. I like it. But you know I could just flip us over and—”

Another bite, lower this time, right above his nipple. You followed it with a slow, wet lick. His words faltered again as his hand came up to grip your thigh.

You worked slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of him. His shirt was tossed aside. You dragged your nails lightly down his chest, over the lean muscle of his abdomen, watching the way his stomach tensed under your touch. When you reached his belt, you took your time unbuckling it, letting your knuckles brush teasingly against the growing hardness beneath his trousers.

Loki’s breath hitched, but he still tried to speak.

“You’re trembling, pet. So wet for me already, I can practically smell it. When I finally get my hands on you, I’m going to—”

You shut him up properly this time—leaning down and kissing him deep and filthy while your hand palmed him through his pants. The moan he let out into your mouth was deeply satisfying. You squeezed gently, stroking him until his hips twitched.

When you pulled back, his lips were kiss-swollen and his usual smug mask was cracking just a little.

“You talk too much,” you murmured, hooking your fingers into his waistband and slowly dragging his trousers and underwear down his long legs.

Loki’s cock sprang free, hard and flushed, curving proudly against his stomach. He opened his mouth again, probably to make some arrogant comment, but you immediately wrapped your fingers around his length and gave him one firm, slow stroke.

His head fell back against the pillows with a broken groan.

“Much better,” you murmured, leaning down to drag your tongue along the underside of his length. You took your time, licking and teasing, savoring the way his thighs tensed under your hands.

You worked him with your mouth and hand in tandem—long, slow strokes followed by swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. Every time he tried to reach for you, to touch your hair or pull you closer, you caught his wrists and pinned them down to the mattress above his head.

“Darling—ah—I merely wanted to—” he started again, voice strained.

You sucked him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and his back arched clean off the bed with a broken moan. When you pulled off with a wet pop, you gave him a warning look.

“Hands stay up there,” you ordered.

Loki’s eyes flashed with wicked delight, even as he obeyed. “So demanding on your birthday. I must say, I— nngh—”

You cut him off again by taking him back into your mouth, bobbing your head while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit. You edged him mercilessly—bringing him right to the brink with tight, fast strokes, only to slow down or pull off completely when his hips started thrusting up desperately.

Each time you denied him, his teasing grew more fractured.

“You wicked little— mmh— you’re going to regret teasing a god like this… or perhaps I’ll— fuck, right there—”

You discovered something delicious in the process.

When you released his cock for a moment and moved higher up his body, you dragged your teeth along his collarbone and sucked hard on the side of his neck. Loki’s entire body shuddered violently beneath you. A deep, needy sound escaped his throat—nothing like his usual controlled purr.

His neck and chest were incredibly sensitive.

You smiled against his skin and lavished attention there—kissing, licking, and biting along his sharp collarbones, then lower to his chest. When your tongue flicked over one of his nipples, Loki actually whimpered, hips jerking up into nothing.

“Oh? You like that?” you whispered, delighted by your discovery. You pinned his wrists harder with one hand while your mouth closed around his nipple, sucking and grazing it with your teeth.

“Darling— shit— you’re going to kill me,” he gasped, voice cracking beautifully. The usual smugness was rapidly dissolving into raw, breathy desperation. “If you keep that up I won’t be able to— ah— fuck, please—”

You switched to the other side of his chest, giving it the same treatment while your free hand returned to his cock, stroking him torturously slow. You kept him right on the edge, never letting him tip over, while your mouth continued its assault on his neck and chest until his skin was covered in marks and his usual silver tongue was reduced to broken moans and half-formed teases.

By the time you pulled back slightly to admire your work, Loki was a gorgeous wreck beneath you—chest heaving, hair wild, lips parted, and eyes glassy with frustrated need.

He still tried one last taunt, voice hoarse:

“You think this is enough to shut me up? I can still— I can still tell you exactly how tight and wet you—”

You squeezed his cock firmly and leaned down to bite his neck again.

Loki’s words dissolved into a loud, shameless moan.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

Loki was still trying to run his mouth, even while panting and flushed beneath you, his cock twitching desperately in your hand.

“Still think you can— mmh— keep this up, darling? I give you ten minutes before you’re the one begging m—”

You shut him up the best way possible.

Rising up on your knees, you lined him up and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, relentless motion. The stretch was perfect, filling you completely, and the broken groan that tore from Loki’s throat was deeply satisfying.

“F-fuck—!” His head slammed back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as you bottomed out.

You didn’t give him time to recover.

You set a punishing pace immediately, rolling your hips hard and fast, riding him with every ounce of built-up frustration from his endless teasing. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as you ground down on him, taking him deep with every roll.

Loki’s silver tongue finally began to fracture.

“Gods— you’re so— ah— tight— fuck, darling, slow down or I’ll—” His words dissolved into a choked moan as you clenched around him deliberately.

You tangled one hand in his messy black hair and yanked his head back, exposing the long column of his throat. Your other hand wrapped lightly around it, applying just enough pressure to make his pupils blow even wider.

“Look at you,” you whispered, voice low and sweet as you rode him harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis with every thrust. “So pretty when you fall apart. All that teasing and now you can’t even form a full sentence.”

Loki’s hands flew to your hips, gripping hard enough that you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. His fingers dug in, but he didn’t try to take control. He let you use him exactly as you wanted, hips jerking up desperately to meet your punishing rhythm.

“V-velsk— nngh— you wicked little mortal,” he gasped, slipping into Asgardian curses as you clenched around him again. “I’m going to— fuck— you feel too good— shit—”

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear while still riding him relentlessly.

“You’re only allowed to come when I say so,” you murmured, tightening your grip in his hair. “I want to hear you beg first. My beautiful, talkative god… look how wrecked you are for me.”

Loki let out a broken whimper, his usual elegance completely shattered. His chest was heaving, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and every time you sank down hard he made the most delicious sounds — raw, desperate moans mixed with fractured curses in his native tongue.

“Járn— ah— please— you’re going to ruin me—” he gasped, voice cracking beautifully as you rolled your hips in a slow, devastating circle before slamming back down.

His neck and chest were flushed red from your earlier marks, and every time your hand flexed lightly around his throat, his cock throbbed hard inside you.

You kept riding him mercilessly, controlling every movement, every angle, watching with dark satisfaction as the God of Mischief came completely undone beneath you.

You could feel him trembling beneath you, his cock throbbing deep inside your soaked cunt with every brutal roll of your hips. Loki’s grip on your waist was bruising, but he still obeyed — letting you stay in complete control even as he unraveled.

You slowed your pace just enough to torture him, grinding down deep and slow, clenching around him on every downstroke.

“Beg,” you whispered against his lips, tightening your hand around his throat. “You’ve been running that pretty mouth all day. Now I want to hear you beg for it.”

Loki’s eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with desperation. His silver tongue had almost completely deserted him, but he still tried to resist one last time.

“I— I don’t beg, pet— ah, fuck—” His words cut off in a choked moan as you slammed down hard and rolled your hips in tight, filthy circles.

You tugged his hair harder and leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“Beg, Loki. Or I’ll stop right now and leave you like this.”

A broken whimper escaped him. His pride finally shattered.

“Please—” he gasped, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Please, darling— let me come. I need it— I need you— fuck, please let me fill you up. I’ll be good— I swear, just please—”

The sound of the God of Mischief begging beneath you was pure ecstasy.

You rewarded him by riding him harder than ever, fast and relentless, using his cock exactly how you wanted. One hand stayed wrapped around his throat, the other fisted tight in his hair as you fucked him into the mattress.

Loki’s head suddenly threw back against the pillows, mouth falling open in a loud, broken cry.

“Fuck—! I’m— I’m going to—”

His orgasm hit him like a storm.

He came hard with a shattered moan that echoed through the room, hips jerking up violently as he spilled deep inside you. Thick, hot pulses of his release filled you while emerald magic exploded around the room — green and gold sparks flickering wildly across the walls and ceiling. Illusions of stars and blooming flowers shimmered in and out of existence around the bed as his control completely collapsed. His body shook beneath you, chest heaving, neck arched beautifully as he rode out every wave.

The sight and feeling of him falling apart so completely pushed you over the edge right after him.

You ground down hard, clit rubbing against his pelvis as you used his twitching, oversensitive cock to chase your own pleasure. Your orgasm crashed over you in powerful waves, cunt clenching rhythmically around him as you moaned his name. Pleasure flooded every nerve as you rode him through both your climaxes, drawing out every last drop until you were both trembling and spent.

You both stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing ragged and bodies trembling. Loki’s cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with the aftershocks as you slowly came down from your high.

Eventually, his arms wrapped around you with surprising gentleness. He pulled you down flush against his chest, holding you there as if he never wanted to let go. His heart was pounding wildly beneath your ear.

For once, the God of Mischief was nearly speechless.

He pressed slow, lazy kisses to the top of your head, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth—each one softer than the last. His long fingers traced soothing patterns along your spine, gentle and reverent.

“You…” he finally murmured, voice rough and low, “were magnificent.”

You smiled against his sweaty skin, pressing a kiss to his collarbone where you’d left a particularly dark mark earlier. Loki shivered at the contact but didn’t pull away.

“You’ll pay for that tomorrow, darling,” he whispered, a hint of his usual mischief threading through the exhaustion. “I promise you’ll scream my name until your voice gives out… but tonight was… exquisite.”

He tilted your chin up gently so he could look at you. His green eyes were still hazy, lashes heavy, a rare look of pure bliss softening his sharp features.

“I must admit,” he continued quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I rather enjoyed letting you take the lead. Seeing you so fierce, so determined to shut me up…” A soft, breathless chuckle escaped him. “I didn’t think I’d like surrendering quite so much. You were perfect.”

You rested your forehead against his, basking in the warmth of his body and the rare vulnerability in his voice.

“I loved it too,” he added, almost shyly. “Being yours completely tonight. You may have ruined me for a little while, love.”

His arms tightened around you, one hand slowly stroking your hair as the other caressed your waist. The room was quiet now, the last flickers of his magic long faded, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the sheets.

You nestled deeper into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him—ozone, leather, and warm skin. Pressing one last, lingering kiss just beneath his jaw, you whispered softly:

“Happy birthday to me.”

[honeybnz]

Stolen Thunder

Masterlist

dark one shot • Loki x reader • shameless smut • F/M • use of y/n

Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play

Word count: 2,9K

Summary:

Loki disguises himself as your boyfried Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.

"Thor, are you mad?" You giggle as you swat at his arm.

Your boyfriend gives you a wicked grin as he swings open the door to Loki's chambers, pulling you inside before quickly closing and locking the door.

"Maybe. But it does not matter. My brother will never find out."

"Have you met him? Of course he'll find out!" You call.

Thor's mouth has latched on to your throat, making quiet whimpers escape you. He shoves you back, pinning you to the door. His strong hands hold onto your hips tightly. You are surprised at how rough your boyfriend is handling you. Normally, Thor would take his time with you. He'd gently caress your skin, softly kneading the tender flesh he encounters as his hands feel their way over your body. But tonight, no. He is acting like a starved man. Nipping at your skin, tugging at your hair, roughly grabbing a hold of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.

"Thor…" You moan his name when his mouth finds the pulse point on your neck, sucking hard. It will surely leave a mark.

"Yes, my darling Y/n. Moan for me." The strong man grunts.

Both his hands are now hoisting up your long dress, feeling their way along your thighs as they go. He squeezes them with his callused hands, eliciting more pleasurable sounds from you. One hand firmly cups your warmth over your underwear and he rubs the ball of his hand against your clit. You instinctively buck your hips to increase the friction, which makes a smirk appear on Thor's sunkissed face.

"So needy for me, darling. So needy to be touched by your God." His voice is hoarse as he whispers the words in your ear.

Thor doesn't often refer to himself as 'your God', but it sends shivers down your spine all the way to your core when he utters the words, his deep voice rumbling through you.

"Yes, my King, I need you so bad. Please take me." You whimper, playing along.

A deep groan escapes Thor's mouth at your words. Two strong fingers are now rubbing between your drenched folds, spreading your wetness around. It doesn't take long for him to sink one finger inside your velvety entrance, a second following quickly after. Thor moves them in and out of you at a tormentingly slow pace, making you quiver in his arms. Your hands grasp onto his strong biceps as he works you. A familiar coil is starting to form in your lower belly, making you desperate for more.

"There you go, my good girl." Thor grunts. "Clenching that divine pussy of yours so tightly around my fingers."

His free hand kneads your breasts, tugging and rolling at your nipples one by one. He dips his head down to suck one of the rosy buds into his mouth, switching to the other when he's satisfied with your whimpers.

With a wet sound he removes his fingers from you, licking them clean right in front of you. The obscene picture sends goosebumps across your skin.

"Your taste is incredible, darling." He groans as he winks at you.

With one fast move he works your underwear down, exposing your wetness to him.

"A God normally doesn't kneel," Thor starts as he lowers himself before you. "But for you, I gladly make an exception."

Thor hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, smirking at you from his kneeling position. Both his hands hold onto your hips tightly to keep you in place for him. He buries his head under your dress and in your wet core, avidly lapping at the juices that are escaping you. His flat tongue drags long licks across your slit before he nibbles on your clit. Thor's fingers return to your entrance and he moves one inside again. You're close to losing your balance as you feel him work your sensitive parts, letting loud moans escape your mouth as your orgasm builds.

"Please, Thor. I'm going to cum. Please continue. Please make me cum." You plead through ragged breaths.

"Do it, my sweetling. Let yourself lose control. Give yourself to me."

Thor eagerly picks up his pace, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers, his only mission making you come undone before him. Your legs start to shake when he catches your clit between his lips again and starts sucking while a third finger enters your wetness, stretching you out for him.

Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure searing through your body. If he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly, surely you would have fallen to your knees. He drinks up everything you give him, leisurely moving his fingers up and down inside your pussy, making sure to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.

The brawny man stands up again, still holding his hands on your hips, then presses a long kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, a salty sweet mixture of your own release combined with the red wine he drank before. You reach up and throw your hands around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. You let him lead the pair of you to Loki's bed.

Thor throws you down on the green satin sheets and is immediately on you. He pulls at your dress, working it off you and throwing it to the floor. You tug on his shirt and pants, not stopping until the strong man you love so dearly is standing in front of you in all his naked glory. He runs his fingers over your soft skin, caressing every part of you he can reach.

"Get on all fours, darling. Let me take you with your beautiful arse up in the air." It's more a command than a question, and you eagerly oblige.

Laying your chest down to the soft mattress below, wiggling your exposed buttocks to the God, you feel the bed dip as Thor places himself behind you. He rubs the tip of his thick member between your folds, making it wet with your slick, before sinking into you inch by inch. The stretch is incredible and you let out a loud moan when Thor bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size deep inside your needy core, drawing more moans from your lips when he starts to move. One strong hand twists in your hair and pulls back your head, the other gripping onto your hip so tightly it will surely leave bruises.

"You like feeling that thick cock inside of you, don't you darling? Such a needy little plaything for me." He whispers in your ear as he slams himself into you again and again, earning more cries from you.

A loud knock on the door silences you both, and Thor slows down his pace. He doesn't answer the door though, instead he keeps thrusting into you over and over, though way more quietly than before. There's a second knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Brother? Are you in there? I'm looking for Y/n. Can't find her anywhere. I was hoping you could help."

Your eyes widen in surprise at hearing Thor's voice on the other side of the door. A hand clamps over your mouth at the same moment you figure out what's going on. The dagger now pressing to your throat tells you you've guessed correctly.

"Not a sound, pet." Loki's breath is hot on your ear as he softly hisses the words.

There's panick in your eyes as Loki presses your back against his chest, holding you tightly in place. A hint of green light in your peripheral vision tells you he's dropped the illusion and is now back to his true form. His cock is still buried deep inside of you, though it now seems to hit deeper and stretch you a little less. Loki keeps slowly thrusting in and out of you, the dagger lightly puncturing the skin on your throat.

"No brother, I haven't seen Y/n." Loki's silky voice calls. "I will come help you search for her in a bit. I'm a little occupied at the moment."

Loki slowly trails the dagger along your throat, sternum, and belly as he keeps fucking into you and talks to his brother. Eventually his hand comes to rest on your hip, the cool metal of the dagger pressing into the skin of your thigh.

"She was just with me in the Grand Hall. I don't know how I could have lost her." Thor continues.

"Y/n is a smart little thing, she'll find her way back to you. If not, I'll help you look for her in a little while."

Thor sighs loudly, but seems to be accepting his brother's words.

"Thank you, Loki."

"My pleasure, brother." Loki muses, accentuating the words with deep thrusts into your needy core, hitting that sweet spot deep within.

The hand on your mouth weakens somewhat when Thor walks away from the door. The dagger on your thigh vanishes, much to your relief. Loki's now free hand travels up your body, firmly groping your breasts when he reaches them. Pressed against him, you feel his smooth skin rub against yours with every move of his hips.

"Now pet, I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you're going to stay quiet for me. If not, I have some other ideas on how to shut you up."

True to his word, Loki releases you from his iron grip. His freed hand finds your throat, using it to pull you flush against him. A tear is starting to run down your cheek, and your breath hitches in your throat when Loki runs his tongue along your face to lap it up. His thrusts are speeding up again, making involuntary moans escape your mouth. You don't want to be enjoying any of this, but he is a damn good fuck.

Loki pushes you forward, pressing your chest into the mattress as he fucks you deep and hard. His hand twists in your hair once more as he uses it to ram himself inside of you as fast as humanly - godly - possible. The other hand kneads into your thigh and arse, harsh spanks landing on the latter between deep thrusts.

At once, Loki pushes you away from him, pulling himself out of your wetness and stroking his own cock.

"Turn around darling, I want you to look at me while I make you cum again." The deep voice orders.

Reluctantly you follow his command, laying yourself down on your back in front of him. Your pussy feels empty without him inside, and some part of you misses his cock filling you up.

"Loki, please." You plead. "You don't have to do this… If you let me walk away now I promise I won't tell Thor about any of this. We can pretend it never happened."

Loki grunts as he slides his cock into your slick entrance again, not stopping until he's buried inside of you to the hilt. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His mouth finds your throat again, eagerly licking and sucking while he sets a relentless pace, pounding you into the satin sheets. Skilled fingers are playing with your nipples, tugging at them with the exact right amount of force for it to drive you crazy.

"You look so pretty when you beg." Loki mocks. "It really becomes you. Let me hear more of it."

Not sure whether he's giving your pleas any notice or it's just spurring him on more, you start to beg.

"Please stop, Loki. Let me go. Please just… just…"

At first, your words sound desperate, a real attempt at getting away from him. But when his hand finds your clit and your orgasm starts to build again, the pleas start to become of a different nature.

"Please, Loki… please." You beg, not sure anymore what kind of mercy it is you're hoping for.

A mischievous smirk is plastered across Loki's face as he notices the change in your dire words. His breath tickles your ear when he hisses into it.

"That's it pet, beg me for it. You know you want to. You're so close to cumming, I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. My needy little toy."

Loki grabs onto your legs and hoists both of them onto his shoulders, driving into you even deeper than before. His thrusts are long, deep, hard, and always hitting that magical spot buried in your core. Strong fingers press into your hips as he slams into your wanton body. You can't stall it much longer, your body betraying you as it starts to reach its climax once again.

"Say my name for me. I want to hear it drip from your beautiful lips as you cum."

"I, I don't…"

"Say my name, pet." His voice is rough and low.

"I don't want to." You spit at him, regaining a bit of your usual resilience.

"I'm sorry, did I leave you under the impression that I care?" Loki calls angrily, tightly gripping your throat in one of his strong hands.

He's practically folding you in half when he bends down further, spitting in your face as he obstructs the blood flow in your neck. The sensation is wild, and you feel disgusted with yourself when your body starts to tremble and convulse as your second orgasm of the night crashes through you. Loki's heinous grin tells you he's feeling victorious for making you come undone again, his thrusts only slowing down ever so slightly to let you ride out your high right on his cock.

"Norns, Y/n, you take me so well." He gruntingly praises as he feels your walls tighten around his dick over and over. "Doing so well for your God. Tell me, does my brother fuck you like this? Does he make you cum so hard your eyes roll back in your head?"

You don't answer him. Not just because you outright refuse to indulge in his sick contest with Thor, but also because you physically can't seem to utter any words at the moment. The feeling of his cock fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before has sent you into a jelly-like state, no coherent sentence or thought forming inside your foggy brain.

"Answer me, pet." Loki growls. His hand now pinches your face, forcing you to look at him. "Can my dear brother make you feel the way I do?"

With heavy eyelids you slowly shake your head, earning you a wicked grin on the dark-haired man's face as he keeps impaling you on his cock. His thrusts become speedier, then erratic, and within moments he's painting your walls with his cum. Loki groans and growls as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up. He drops your legs and slumps over you, his body heavily pressing down on yours.

It takes a while for Loki to remove himself from you, but when he does, he lays down on his side next to you and pulls you to him for a deep kiss. Without realising it you comply, sharing a passionate moment with your boyfriend's brother.

When the fog in your mind clears up, you start coming to your senses again. You start to move off the bed with worry in your eyes, rummaging around the soft sheets to find your clothes.

"Loki, whatever this was… it can never happen again." You tell him with a stern look on your face. "Do you understand?"

Loki smiles at you, a genuine smile, and you feel your cheeks start to flush.

"Of course, darling. Never again. Go back to your orgasmless life with my oaf brother. I don't care." Loki states casually. "But I might disguise myself as him again sometime soon. I'd love to feel your lips wrapped around my cock."

"If you ever try to pull something like that again, I swear to all the Gods…" You angrily call as you point a finger in his direction.

"Oh my sweet, naive little pet, do you really think that was the first time?"

A shimmer of green light rushes over you, a cold tingling sensation spreading through your every limb. Your hair is neatly in place, as are you dress and undergarments. Any bruises Loki left on you have faded away as if they were never there.

As you look up, you're surprised to see the infamous God of Mischief standing before you, flashing you a sickingly sweet smile.

"Loki?" You ask, somewhat confused. "What am I doing in your chambers? I was just in the Grand Hall, dancing with Thor."

"You just walked in here, darling. I have no clue as to why." Loki offers you his hand and you gladly accept the kind gesture.

"Let me help you find my dear brother, Y/n. He must be worried sick."

"Thank you, Loki." You smile. "I don't remember how I got here."

"That's okay. Maybe you had a bit too much of the wine?"

"Yeah, probably… I'm happy I can trust you to get me back to Thor." You say as you smile up at him.

"Any time, my sweet pet. Any time."

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A/N: My first dark fic and first Loki fic! Lmk what you think :)

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[five-miles-over]

oh my gods, this is incredible! And what a concept! I'm getting a taste for dark romance and this took the cake. I love this idea of Loki pretending to be Thor and luring his brother's lover into sleeping with him, and I imagine it's either his way of showing control ("Look what I'm able to do, and you cannot stop me") or he secretly just wants the experience of having a partner but he thinks no one would want him (so the only way is to pretend to be someone more lovable like Thor). I'm leaning towards the former, personally.

Great fic, I will be re-reading this many times to come.

[honeybnz]

Ahh thank you so much for your kind words!! I might make this a series so stay tuned 🤭

[starry-eyedromantics]

The Myth of a God & Love pt. 15 ✨💚

For chapter 1 start here

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.2k

T/W: Fluffy cuteness, tension, cussing, worshiping, smuttt, oral, threesome eee sorry🫣

A/N: Hello and welcome to the final part of this fic! This was so much fun to write with all the twists and turns and the horrible smut i decided to put in here hehe. This last chapter is LONG im so sorry. I went overboard as usual. But I hope it doesn't disappoint! The smut in this broke me....I hope you enjoy!

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You got a grand tour of the palace, every inch of it more lavish than the next. Everyone showed you grace and respect when his mother introduced you and what your new title will be in mere hours. Some looked at you in shock, some looked at you like you are the most incredible being to ever exist. You felt like neither but thanked them for helping putting this ceremony together so quickly.

In a short eight hours, you are going to become a Valkyrie and Loki’s betrothed. It doesn’t seem real that your life would ever become this but you’re so thankful it is. You can live a life with Loki. Your biggest fear didn’t come true. After all that time worrying about getting too attached to him after knowing he’s a god, all seemed like it was so far in the past. Now you have a new future to look forward to. Whether it’s here on Asgard or somewhere on earth, you’re just happy to have him forever. 

You and Frigga talked for a while sharing that same sentiment. She insists that you call her Frigga and not ‘your majesty.’ Family doesn’t address each other that way, she tells you. She beams with joy and happiness for you both. This has been something she has always prayed for that Loki would receive in this life. All she wants is for her sons to be happy, especially Loki. 

She admits how she’s seen he’s never had the easiest upbringing. The tricks and the lies he was fed was only going to break him in the long run. She never wanted that for him and when she would bring this up to Odin, he would only act irrationally and never see it from her point of view. She explains to you how both he and Loki are so head-strong and stubborn, it’s like they were destined to never see eye to eye and always be in rivalry. She’s held onto so much guilt ever since they sent Loki away. So many times she wanted to visit Midgard just to check on him but Odin always disapproved and would not let her go. Seeing him today just showed her how much destruction they caused upon him and yet, he found something good out of it after all; you.

The same two maids are in Loki’s room- your room now, and look concerned when they see you with the Queen. She quickly explains to them what has happened and they both go to hug you.

“We’re so glad you’re not leaving, we already like you so much!” One of them say giddy.

“I’ll come and get you ten minutes before the ceremony starts,” Frigga says sweetly to you.

“Wait, can you help me get a ring for him. Something simple, black maybe?” You ask her. 

“Of course, I know just who to ask for such thing. I’ll see you soon.”

She closes the door behind her and you’re left with your maids. 

“What did you want to wear my lady?” They ask you.

“Umm well, I don’t know. I haven’t given this any thought. What do women normally wear for this kind of ceremony?” You ask unsure.

“They normally wear the colors of their betrothed but in your case, I think anything would be appropriate. You are still human, would you like to wear white?” One of them asks.

“I’d like to wear his colors and white. Can you put together something like that in a short amount of time?” You ask nervously.

“Of course we can,” they say cheerfully.

They get started on your dress, stitching ribbon and beading to a white chiffon dress they procured. You asked for some food to be brought up to the room while they worked on your dress and are so thankful for it. You’re starving and every bite you take is more delicious than the last. The fruit is the most decadent thing you’ve ever eaten and the bread is like indulging on pure happiness. You finish almost everything they gave you and are whisked away by one of the maids. 

She sits you down in the bathroom and redoes your makeup. This time, making it more dramatic and fixes half your hair in two thick braids, pinned carefully like a crown on top of your head while the rest falls down your back in loose waves. She adds more pins, sparkling diamonds and emeralds embellishing your hair.

Time is ticking by and you have to get your dress on. They help you get in it and it fits like a glove. It fit your bust and your waist snugly and tapered out in a loose, elegant manner. Your neckline is lace and has an ombré affect that starts out white at your torso and slowly fades into a deep gold up to your throat. You step toward the large mirror and take a look at yourself. This is a dress for a goddess and a few short moments, you are about to become his. They attach a sheer cape to the back straps of your dress. It’s embellished with crystals that dance in the light make you look almost ethereal.

“Thank you for putting this together, it’s better than I could have ever dreamed,” you say appreciatively. 

A small knock on the door makes you turn around and one of the maids goes to the door.

“Your majesty,” she bows and lets her into the room. Frigga is dressed in all gold looking regal as ever with a cape on as well.

“You look beautiful,” she says with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, so do you.”

“We should start walking over. Everyone is gathered,” she says.

It dawns on you have no idea how many people are going to show up to this or if it’s going to be a small, intimate affair. Either way, you just care that Loki is there waiting for you.

You thank the maids one more time before leaving the room and walking out to the hallway. The hallways are lined with white roses and makes the whole place smell heavenly. You didn’t have nerves or any doubts. You couldn’t be more sure. You are walking to your new life and couldn’t be more excited. 

Frigga stops as you both reach the huge double doors again and turns to face you. She gives you another hug and smiles warmly at you.

“I’ll see you in there, you look beautiful,” she says sweetly.

“Thank you so much.”

The guard open the door for her just big enough for her to get in then closes them.

You can hear the roar of people in there and feel yourself go rigid. God did the whole kingdom show up today? You can’t dwell on that or you’ll be a sweaty mess.

“My lady, we’re going to open both the doors. Can you take a few steps back?” One of the men say.

You nod and gather yourself, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. Your hand tightens around the bouquet you’re holding and prepare yourself.

The guards nod their head at you and pull the heavy doors open. Thousands of people fill the assembly room and all stand for you. Your heartbeats wildly in your chest. But you take a step at a time and try to push through. The aisle way is lined with white rose pedals and smells just as heavenly in here. Your nerves disappear when you meet his eyes. They beckon you to come to him. He looks so handsome in his green and gold armor. His blue eyes really shine and he looks extra dashing.

For a moment, it’s just you and him. The crowd of people fall away and you only see him. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. He smiles softly at you, completely in awe. You really wanted to run to him and have him catch you in his arms. But you want to let this moment last and soak up every second of it. 

You finally reach him and Frigga takes your flowers for you. Loki quickly takes your hands in his like he’s been dying to touch you. He lets out a deep breath as if he’s been holding it the whole time you’ve walked to him. 

“You look incredible,” he murmurs. 

“So do you,” you say cheekily. 

The room turns silent when Odin steps forward. 

“Y/n of Midgard, you tasked with the greatest honor to date. You are to be a Valkyrie, to protect and defend all nine realms. Are you prepared for that?” He asks you.

“Yes, I am,” you say.

“I entrust you with this great honor, from becoming mortal, to a Valkyrie. You have shown me the sacrifice you are willing to make while on Midgard. There was not an ounce of selfishness in your actions making you a desirable human to take on this new role. I have no doubt you will do the same here in Asgard and beyond. Responsibility, duty, honor. These are not merely virtues to which we must aspire. They are essential to every soldier and to every King.”

“Do you swear to protect all nine realms?” He asks you. 

A chill runs down your spine as his words carry so much weight to them. 

“I swear,” you say firmly. 

“Do you swear to preserve the peace?”

“I swear.”

He pauses and looks at Loki. 

“Do you swear to protect Loki, Prince of Asgard from any and all evil that may come to him?”

“I swear.”

“Loki, kneel before your protector,” Odin directs him. 

He looks in your eyes for a brief moment, a mischievous glint sparkles in them. He smiles and gets down on one knee, bowing his head low. The sight is something you never would have imagined in a million years to happen but there is, kneeling to you and surrendering his life to you. 

“Do you accept this woman to guide you into a better life and protect your best interests?”

“I do,” he says with amusement. 

“I understand you wish to marry her, is that correct?” 

“I do,” he says as he slightly lifts his head to look at you. His eyes flash into yours and you want to crumble into a puddle. He’s so beautiful and you can tell he’s wearing his heart on his sleeve right now. He will do anything to make you his forever. 

“Then will you promise to love and cherish her for the rest of your days. To also protect her from any harm, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” he smiles. 

“Y/n, with your duties I’ve already given you, will you also love and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?”

“Yes, I do,” you respond. 

He turns and grabs a goblet that’s behind him. It’s golden with emerald jewels around it. He hands it to you and directs Loki to stand. He holds your hand as you both face Odin. 

“With this, I grant you the gift of being a Valkyrie. I have no doubt you will take on this new role with great dignity. Please,” he directs you to drink what’s in the goblet. 

You glance what’s in it and it looks like starlight. Beautiful, shimmering specs of light dance inside the opaque liquid. You glance momentarily at Loki, wanting to see his beautiful face again. He smiles at you and holds your hand tightly. You bring the goblet to your lips and drink the liquid. It didn’t have any particular taste, but you can almost feel the starlight start to glimmer within you. There is no pain or discomfort, just a new sensation that you’ve never felt before. It makes you feel new and reborn. Your human life shedding away and a new divine one beginning.

You drink every last drop and open your eyes. You hand the goblet back to Odin and reach for Loki’s other hand. You feel like you’re in a slight daze and your body hums with a different energy. You look down at your arms and see nothing different. It’s just the new energy vibrating within you; your new magic. 

You look at Loki eagerly and he nods his head when he looks at you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. 

Your heart flutters when you hear those words come from his mouth. There’s such an anticipation scratching at you, dying to kiss him. It’s been so long. 

“You stand before us a Valkyrie and your new name has emerged from your new soul. You are now to be called Beyla, Goddess of the Earth.”

Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd and leaves you in complete shock. You can’t help but beam with happiness. Odin calms the crowd down and everyone settles. The assembly room is now quiet waiting for whatever else might happen.

“Lastly, I grant you two to be married. To love, cherish, and honor each other for the rest of your lives. To never forsake each other, even in times of hardship and turmoil, you must always show love to one another.”

“Loki, do you promise to love and honor her, for as long as you live?” Odin asks.

“I do,” Loki says proudly.

“Please present her with your token of love.”

He looks behind him, and his mother has a small circular, velvet box in her hand. He thanks her and faces you again. He lifts the lid off of the box and you look at him in shock. 

There in between two cushions is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid your eyes on. The gold band is smoothly polished and at the center of it, a marquis stone that shifts with the light and sparkles. At first glimpse, it’s the most dazzling diamond you've ever seen, the next, it’s a green emerald. He takes your hand to put it on you and it glows.

 

“So you always have my magic with you,” he winks as he puts it on your ring finger. It glows the same shade of green when he uses his powers and seem to amplify now when he’s touching you. It then goes back to a sparkling diamond once he takes his hand off of you. You give him a mischievous look and he tries to hid the smug look he wants to give you. 

“Beyla, do you promise to love and honor him, for as long as you live?”

“I do,” you say with glee.

Frigga hands you the ring box. You requested something simple and not too flashy. You open the small box and find an onyx ring, hammered in texture and shines just enough in the light. You take Loki’s hand and slip it on his finger. 

“With the power within me, I pronounce you, husband and wife.” Odin announces and takes a step back.

Loki pulls you in by the waist and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. He gives you this devious look right before he kisses you. God how has your life come to this? He presses his lips against yours and you feel your heart flutter away. You feel so full of love, so content now that you have him. He dips you back lower and the whole room explodes on applause again. You smile as you kiss him, love beating out of you and so thankful this is your life. 

He pulls you up and you both laugh. You didn’t have to say it, you know he’s knows how happy you are in this moment because he too is beaming with joy. He pulls you down the stairs and down the aisle as more rose pedals get thrown at you both. You wave at everyone as the double doors open again. Loki pulls you in again, stealing another kiss that leaves you breathless. 

*

The largest gathering you have ever seen takes place in the banquet room. So much food is prepared and everyone drinks to their hearts content. You can’t believe how incredible it all is after such short notice. You wouldn’t have noticed the difference if they were told two weeks ago or two hours ago. From the decor to the feast, everything is perfect. 

You make your rounds of talking to everyone here and lord, there is so many people. Everyone wants to know you and hear about what your life was like on earth. It’s a really weird thing to grasp at the moment. You don’t think you’ve comprehended that in a blink of an eye, your human life would no longer exist. You now live for this and everything that will come next.  Everyone is very kind to you. Even the ones who aren’t particularly fond of Loki. They respect your position and know you will protect him from himself at times. 

Loki’s hand is always holding yours or standing closely behind you. He’s so good at tagging along in the conversation and smoothly dragging you away to the next. The wine here is decadent. Everyone is handing you another and insisting you try this fruit you don’t have on earth. It’s a wonderful time and it’ll be a great memory as your first night on Asgard. 

Loki gets trapped in a conversation with some warriors and you get pulled to another group of people who want to ask you a million human questions. You’re itching to get out of the conversation when a booming voice comes from behind you just in time. 

“Excuse me, I have yet to meet the newest Valkyrie.”

You turn around and Thor stands a few feet away from you. He’s wearing his shiny silver armor, red cape flowing behind him. The sight of him annoys you slightly. After the altercation on earth, you don’t know what to say to him. Frankly, nothing good to say after the hateful things he said to you and Loki. 

You walk to him, shoulders back and chin high, not letting him intimidate you. You were technically a powerful being now too... with no knowledge of how to use such powers but whatever.  

“Thor, nice of you to come,” you say shortly. 

“Beyla, it’s an honor to be here. I wanted to congratulate you both,” he says cordially. 

“Thank you.”

“And I also need to apologize for our last interaction...” he says regretfully. 

“Ooh which one? The one on earth where you called me a hostage and I know nothing?” You say smartly. 

“Yes, that part…” he winces as he hears your scathing words. 

“I’m very sorry for the way I acted. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. And the way you wanted to sacrifice yourself for my brother… I was very wrong about you, and I’m sorry.” 

His words come out so genuine and is the complete opposite of what you saw that day in New York. You believe every word too, it clearly pains him to have said those things to you. Now that you’re tied to his brother, he’ll never treat you like that again. 

“All is forgiven. I understand how this all was… a shock. I wish we could have first met on better circumstances but, I’m here now. I’m not leaving,” you quip. 

He smiles back at you and picks you up off the ground and hugs you, squeezing you tightly. He makes this boisterous laugh and spins you around. 

“I know! I’m so glad you’re here! I’ve always wanted a sister! Someone I can talk to and fight with!” he laughs again and you find yourself giggling too by his goofy energy. He stops spinning you, “I probably shouldn’t fight with you though… being a Valkyrie and all. You’d probably kick my ass… one day,” he teases. You laugh and agree, “yeah just give me a few minutes to train I’m sure I’ll win a fight with no problem,” you antagonize. 

“Will you kindly put down my wife?” Loki’s voice echoes behind you. 

Thor turns around to face Loki and sets you down. Loki walks over to you both and he has a very amused look on his face. 

“Please invite me to this battle, I’d love to see you fall on your ass,” Loki antagonizes Thor. 

“Oh I don’t doubt you’ll be in the front row, brother,” he chuckles. They look at each other kind of awkwardly for a moment, then Thor pulls him in for an embrace. It surprises you, not expecting the brothers to show affection like this. 

“Good to have you back,” he murmurs to Loki. 

“Thank you,” Loki says, patting his back. 

Loki looks back at you, reaching his hand out for yours. 

“Let’s go get something to drink darling,” he says, politely pulling you from Thor. 

“Bye,” you wave at him and quickly catch up to Loki. 

“I leave you two seconds alone and my brother has you in his arms. You’re supposed to be protecting me from any chaos I might cause, remember?” He teases you, his hand squeezing at your hip to pull you in closer.  

“Forgive me, I’m still getting used to this new Valkyrie thing my love,” you quip, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek. 

You grab a glass of wine and you both make your way back to an empty seat at the long table. You’re about to sit down when Loki picks you up and sets you down in his lap. Your cheeks flush and you look at him in shock. He acts completely normal, not even phased by what he’s done. You both get some noticeable looks and he only makes the situation worse. He places a kiss on your neck. 

You feel your entire body burst into flames. You grab onto his arm tightly and try to not make a noticeable sound. 

“How are you enjoying the party, my darling,” he coos in your ear. 

“It’s wonderful. So much grander than I thought… but what do you think you’re doing right now?” You warn. 

“I just need my wife close before anyone else takes you in their arms. Is that a problem with you?” He teases. 

“With you, it’s a very dangerous move. I know how you think,” you warn. You brush his hair back to show more of his beautiful face, your fingertips playing with the strands in between them. 

“And what is it that I’m thinking?” He asks you, that devious smirk on his lips. 

“You want me to lose every ounce of control in front of everyone,” you grumble. 

“Oh what a lovely idea, thank you for putting that in my head,” he quips, going back to kissing you. 

You close your eyes and let him do whatever he has planned. You’re powerless compared to the charm he possesses. His hands squeeze your thighs and you do everything to not make a sound. He feels too good, his touch is amplified by the magic you now possess. 

You kiss his forehead and trail down to his ear, nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck. Your hand slithers down to his thigh, knowing he can’t help but rub against your hand. He makes a small groan, and turns his head to look at you. “You know that drives me insane,” he murmurs low in your ear. 

“Good, enjoy it,” you torment.

He looks at you with a carnal need, something you are very familiar with. You tease him a little bit longer and stand up, whispering into his ear. 

“I want you to take me to our room now,” you tell him. 

His serious eyes drown you in lust and he nods his head as if in a daze. 

You lead the way, not looking back if he’s following you. He’s close behind, matching your footsteps. Down the long hallway, you make it to the bedroom and open the door. The bed is nicely made and a dozen or so candle illuminate the room. It smells like warm vanilla and jasmine, making the room feel so warm and cozy. 

You unclip the cape from your dress and find Loki closing the door and turning the lock. His eyes drink you in like wine, slowly, savoring you in this moment. 

“How do you feel tonight, darling?” He asks you, taking a few steps toward you. 

“Wonderful, and you?” Your eyes drink him in just he same. He’s so damn irresistible. The way his hair frames his face in a dark halo, the leather suit hugging his body in all the right places and his long legs makes him look like walking sin. 

“I couldn’t be better. You look magnificent darling, so angelic in white,” he observes. He quietly walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his warm, needy body. You feel how turned on he is with his length pressing against you, aching to become free. Your hands tangle in his hair and you let out a soft sigh. 

“Thank you… I need something from you tonight,” you say quietly. 

“What is it? I’ll give you anything,” he says almost drunkenly. 

“I need you to worship me,” you demand. 

You place another kiss on his neck and look into his eyes. 

“Please,” you say low.

He takes a sharp breath in, licking his lips hungrily.

“Gladly.”

His eyes ignite with need and desire, every cell inside him burning. You turn around and have him unzip your dress without saying another word. He pauses, not attacking you like a hungry animal. No, there’s something resigned about him tonight. His fingertips shake when he grazes the curve of your back, almost like he’s afraid to touch your skin. He unzips it fully and peels it off your hips, leaving it in a pool at your feet. You turn back to face him and he’s still staring in delight at you. Your fingers graze the small crest on his chest, aching to touch his skin again. It felt so long since you were in his arms, happily and absentminded. When you naively thought he was just a mysterious man whisking you away from a party.

His breathing is shallow and slow, seeming to hold his breath being so close to you. 

“How do I get this off of you?” You say slyly.

He takes your hands and has you unbutton the top half of his suit, hidden underneath the leather crossed at his chest. Once it’s off, your hands instantly rub his sculpted chest, feeling every perfect inch of him. The loud thud of leather hits the floor as your hands continue to explore him. Your mouth gives him the same treatment, slowly kissing him, making sure every peck is agonizing for him. A low grumble forms when your hands reach his waistband of his pants. You stop short, not touching him any lower.

“Take these off,” you tell him. You walk to the bed, treading slowly to make a show out of it. You sit on the end of the bed, crossing your legs and wait for him to come to you. 

You’ve never seen him like this, so speechless and benign. You could get used to this.

He unbuttons his pants as he walks his way to you. He sheds the leather off of him and stands before you completely bare. He’s perfect. Every last inch of him. You want to touch him more but he needs to please you first. He bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at you destitute and forlorn. 

He shakes his head slightly, cursing underneath his breath, “I-I need you. I need to ravish you in every possible way,” he growls. 

Your body tingles at that prospect but you try to hide how it’s making you feel.

“No. I need you to worship me, then, if it is to my liking, I might let you do whatever you please,” you tease.

His eyes grow dangerously dark by that proposition, nearly making you a complete puddle in front of him. 

The unbearable, aching throb in between your legs is growing worse by the second. You need his touch, his lips on your skin, his tongue, his cock claiming you as his. You don’t understand how you can be so touch deprived for one man-, one god. And that god is all yours now, hanging on your every word. You open your legs and watch him fall to his knees. He places his hands on the top of your thighs, rubbing them softly and begins to kiss your inner thighs. He groans softly that he gets to feel you again, taking his sweet time. 

The feeling of him kissing you like this is new and unexplored. There’s a different spark between you two. It’s more intense. A string of magic connecting you two together to create an immense force. 

You find yourself out of breath already, your entire body buzzing with an indescribable need. His lips continue to trail up, dangerously close to your core. But he never gets there. He’s too focused on kissing you, making sure every inch of you gets the proper attention that he doesn’t notice your body trembling. You can’t help but feel on edge. You feel your nipples peak with each kiss he gives and your pulse races in your neck. You feel on fire and yet you need more of his hands. It wasn’t good enough that they are squeezing your thighs and his mouth teasing you to death. You wanted his hands in your hair as his mouth leaves little marks on your skin.

“Honey,” your voice trembling. 

He stops, looking at you with concern. 

“What is it, darling?”

“I have a small request.”

“I’ll give you anything, darling,” he says eagerly, his eyes soft and full of need.

“I want two of you, two of you worshiping me…” you sigh.

His face drops in disbelief and looks at you hungrily.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks devilishly.

Your heart hammers against your rib cage with that simple question, those eyes making you want to pass out.

“Yes, Loki…please,” you whisper.

He nods his head at you and his lips form into a sly smile. He dips his head down again and begins to kiss your thighs again. His grip on your legs tighten and he grumbles to himself as his mouth consumes all of you. Your core throbs more as his lips get closer and closer to the wetness leaking out of you.

You close your eyes and let your head fall back, wanting to completely submit to what ever he will give you. Suddenly, the bed dips behind you. Your eyes shoot open and you hold your breath. His lips find your neck and places a wet kiss there. He grumbles when he feels your warm skin.

“Mmm… hello again beautiful,” he coos in your ear. 

Your skin prickles with anticipation, feeling unglued already. 

“One of me wasn’t good enough, hmm?” He taunts.

“No, I need your hands more than one place,” you whimper.

His hands wrap underneath your arms and around your torso like ivy, slowly caressing you and grabbing handfuls of your breasts. You bite your lips to keep quiet, relishing in his touch. You don’t want to look over at him. You’d probably lose all control if you did.

Loki is still on his knees, teasing you and not giving you the touch you want. But the one behind you is giving you what you need. The slow caresses, the kisses on your neck, this is perfect. You feel his finger swipe up your slit and gather your wetness on his index. You look down at how needy he looks. He brings his finger to his mouth, swirling his tongue around to get every last drop. He groans, savoring you and looking into your eyes when doing it.

“I want more of you…can I have that?” He asks with as much mischievousness as possible.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He smirks and momentarily glances up at his double, watching him kiss on you and crumble at his touch. He looks back down at your leaking pussy and pushes one of his fingers inside you. You squirm from the sensation, all too sensitive and aching at the same time. The other one starts to roll your nipples in between his fingers, sending electric shock waves through you. You gasp and turn your head to see him.

He looks drunk on power and lust when he looks at you. He bites his lip slightly, working you to make a louder sound than the last. Between both of their fingers working you in different ways, you’re going to come undone sooner than you thought. Your hands grip tightly onto the comforter as sensations flood through you. You feel more sensitive than before. It could just be your imagination or it can be the new magic flowing through you that makes you feel so on edge.

 

Your hips begin to move to get more from his finger sliding in and out of you. You want to beg for more but he must know based off of the look on your face. He pushes a second finger inside you and you squeeze around him. He acts quickly, and places his mouth over your clit. The warmth of his mouth makes you melt and instantly cry out his name. His tongue teases over your clit then suckles on it to make you groan his name louder.

You can barely catch your breath, you’re trying to not get overwhelmed but he’s bringing you to the brink. The other one moves to the side of you and really looks at you for the first time. Those eyes are dangerous and make you feel like you’re on fire. His thumb rubs along your bottom lip as you stare in awe.

“Are you going to cum already, darling?” He asks smugly.

There’s no point in lying to him, so you nod your head and beg with your eyes for him to give you more. 

“Mmm, I better help with that then,” he quips.

He leans down and his mouth sucks on your perked nipple. You gasp and your eyes roll back in your head. His other hand continues to roam your aching body, softly and tenderly. 

You heave for breath and can’t think properly anymore. Your hips push against his mouth and feel the heat rushing to your lower belly. You don’t hold back any of the sounds you want to make. They both were killing you and you needed to feel the sweet release wash over you. He takes his mouth off of your clit and only pumps his fingers inside of you, curling them only when he’s deep. 

“I know you need to cum, show me how much you love it honey,” he commands.

You squeeze your eyes shut and feel the rush of release begin to form. You feel a hand wrap around your neck suddenly and that makes your eyes pop back open. It's the one next to you grabbing you like this.

“Yes, look at me when you cum,” he demands.

The rasp in his voice and his dark eyes make you lose all control. You feel your release come crashing down on you and make you feel like you’ve ascended to outer space. His eyes keep you locked on him, nodding his head as every wave of your orgasm ruptures inside you. You cry out his name, begging for more and for him to not stop. His finger keep pumping in and out of you, making the most lewd sounds come from your thighs. Your heart feels like its about to jump out of your chest the way they’re looking at you. You don’t think you’ve ever climaxed like this ever before and can’t describe how he can make you feel like this.

He stops moving inside you and pulls his fingers out of you slowly. You moan helplessly when you feel the loss of him. You turn your attention back to him between your legs. He stands up and he looks like a hungry animal, wild and untamed. He pushes back his hair out of his face and looks you over. The other one gathers all of your hair in its fist and pulls your head back. You yelp at the sudden force and shiver.

“Now, my beautiful goddess, you need to listen to us,” he growls in your ear.

“Yes, you asked for two of us, now you get to have every last inch of us,” he says darkly between your legs.

“I’ll listen to you, but I need you terribly please, don't make me beg. Don’t stop giving me more,” you cry.

They both chuckle amused, loving how they’ve gotten you so riled up. They move you up on the bed so that your head and your back are against the pillows. Loki that was on the foot of the bed, now climbs on top and continues to look over you ravenously. 

“I need one more thing… I want to see you with your horns on,” you say matter-of-factly.

He fights back a smile and in a blink of an eye, the gold, polished helmet crowns his head. This is a horrible idea. He looks even more powerful and menacing with this on. You feel yourself tremble again by the sight.

 “You’re going to ruin me, aren't you?” You whimper as your body fills with anticipation and intrigue.

He smirks at you and nods his head.

“All night if you let me… I have my full powers back again and don’t get so tired…” he alludes. 

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath.

“Mhmm, I can tell you’re dying for me to stuff you and make you say my name even louder,” he gloats. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt you wrap around me.”

You squirm at that proposition and whimper softly, feeling your wetness spill out of you. He spreads your legs open and lazily strokes his hard cock, watching you make a mess already. Oh god you felt just as ravenous for him to ruin you. You wanted all of him claiming you from the inside out. You need him terribly.

The one next to you puts his hand in your hair and pulls on it again. You groan as he makes you look in his direction.

“And what am I to do?” He says deviously, his hard cock resting along your chest.

“You do whatever you want… I’m very good with my mouth though,” you quip. You swear his eyes turn a different shade of blue as you meet his gaze with as much intensity. You wrap your hand around his cock and watch his mouth drop open.

“And with my hands,” you taunt.

“Fuck,” they both moan.

Your hand continues to pump on his length and make him groan in agony. The other one between your legs begins to rub his cock against your folds and bites his lip when he does it. You feel that familiar spark of electricity run through you when he does this.

“Loki please,” you gasp. You bring your other hand to push his length to your entrance. He rests it there and you feel your walls throb by just the idea of having him inside you. He grabs a hold of your thighs and plunges his length in you. You groan loudly and watch his whole length bury inside you. You flutter around him already, so overwhelmed by the size of him and having your whole body feel on edge.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groans. His hands squeeze tighter on your thighs as he slowly thrusts, trying to ground himself it seems. 

You feel so much pleasure course through you and can’t get enough. You feel the hand in your hair tighten again and he moves your head to look at him on the side of you. He kneels at the side of your head with his cock leaking with every stroke your hand gives. 

“Open your mouth, show me how much you can take. I know you can take all of it,” he glances down at where you and his double are connected and how his cock gets stuffed inside you.

You whimper, knowing you won’t be able to handle him in your mouth like last time. You swallow harshly and quiver. You’re about to protest, but the other one snaps his hips into makes you groan and snap your head in his direction.

“Listen to us darling,” he growls. “I want to watch this time while you have my cock down your throat and your pussy full of me.” 

You moan at his words and feel your body become fully aflame. 

“Yes, I’ll listen my prince,” you whine.

He thrusts his hips again and nearly makes you see stars. You gasp for air and writhe underneath him.

“No, in here darling, we are your king. You are ours and submit to only us, do you understand?” He grunts, moving with a long, and forceful thrust.

“Yes, my king, I do.”

He smirks and his hands snake up to your breasts and squeeze them. “Good, now open your mouth,” he directs.

The other one pulls on your hair again and makes you turn your head. You’re left looking at his aching, hard cock, throbbing in your hand. You open your mouth and you swirl the tip of him with your tongue. The warm, salty taste of his precum makes you moan against him and crave more of him. You hold him at the base of his cock and take him inch by inch, your tongue licking the underside of him causing him to shudder. They both make a pleased groan as he starts to move faster inside your entrance. The other moves his hips too while your tongue swirls around him.

You know he wants more but you can barely handle any of this. In one moment, you’re okay with how he is moving inside your mouth but the other, the other gets greedy and want more of you and tries to get you to squeeze around him. He will roll his hips with each thrust, getting deeper inside you nearly sucking the air out of you. It’s just a constant push and pull. When one is being dominant and needy the other is slow and soft, begging for more. 

His length hits the back of your throat and your eyes water. Your hand squeezes at the base of him and he pulls out of your mouth. You gasp for air and whine weakly. 

Both of them groan and you can’t look at them in the eye.

“Such a good girl. You look so damn good full of me,” he groans, his hips picking up pace and thrusting into you harder. You groan his name and feel your slick leak out of you with each thrust. You shake as you feel yourself going to fall apart soon.

“Open your mouth again honey. Show me how much you can take and I’ll make you cum,” he tells you groaning.

You look up at him next to you and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He grunts heavily and slides his length inside your mouth. He’s much more untamed and is chasing his own climax too. He is in full control with his hand in your hair and his hips moving. Your throat makes vile sounds as he uses you to give him so much pleasure. 

The other finds your clit and rubs it back and forth as he continues to bury himself deep inside your pussy. 

You grunt with him in your mouth and feel your climax looming over you. Your body is aching for release again and you feel him pepper kisses up your torso. He sucks on your nipple and creates the relentless need inside you. You need to hold onto him if he’d let you or you might just die. Your hand reaches out and feels the coldness of his horns. You wrap your hand around it and his mouth stops sucking on you. He grumbles low as his hips pound into you harder.

“What do you think you’re doing,” he groans. You answer with a moan, keeping his length in your mouth.

“She likes it too much and doesn’t want us to stop,” the other taunts. You groan in agreement and feel your core tighten. 

He rolls his hips and thrusts deep, hitting that part inside you that makes you see stars. Your core squeezes around him and your orgasm hits you like a train. You can barely breathe and all you see are stars behind your eyelids. He fills you so completely and knows just what to do to make you even more of a mess. You’re so overwhelmed, can’t get a grasp on one or the other. They’re moving out of sync and are just fucking you to their heart’s desire. 

“That’s it honey, take it just like that. You feel so good around me, squeezing me so tight. So hungry for it, weren’t you?” He teases.

The other next to you hums in agreement, moving your head back and forth on him. “Of course she was. She just loves to feel how big our cock is and how it fits inside her. She loves when she gets two of us. It’s going to be a terrible habit to break,” he snickers.

You wanted to smack him for saying that, surely to get a reaction out of you. You hear him moan and his hips stutter in your mouth. You grab him at the base of his cock and squeeze there, the say way your core is now squeezing around his double. He cusses your name and pours himself in your mouth. His hot cum coats your tongue and the back of your throat. You moan at the feeling of him and how much he likes it. His body continues to shudder and he quickly pulls out of your mouth, spilling the remaining arousal on your chest. He looks out of breath and completely worn. You swallow what he gave you and lick your lips for any that spilled. He watches you continue to writhe and gasp for breath as the other is still needing to cum.

“Fuck you looked so good, darling. I can’t get enough of you,” he growls, grinding himself deep inside you.

“I know, I can never get enough of you either,” you cry. You can feel yourself become hypersensitive. Every stroke of his cock made you want to scream for mercy. “Honey please cum. I need you cum, I can’t take anymore.”

He goes to kiss you and it's an all consuming kiss. It’s sloppy and full of passion. You moan in his mouth as his tongue claims you effortlessly. Before too long, you feel his length twitch inside you and his cums moaning your name, your new name. You hold onto him tightly, your nails scratching down his back and cry for him. His pace slows as he pours his seed inside you and feels your warm wet walls hug around him. 

He collapses on your chest, both of your breathing heavy and labored. You feel the other take his hand out of your hair and get off the bed. You hold Loki against your chest and try to get your bearings again. You take your time and play with the hair at the base of his neck. The raven black tresses wrap around your finger and the glow of green catches your eye. You ring illuminates with his power and radiates up your hand. 

You shake him to get him to look at what you’re seeing. He grabs your hand and squeezes it, kissing the back of it, making it glow even brighter. 

“It’s just me, radiating my power to you and vice versa. You belong to me in every possible way and protect me in every shape and form,” he professes.

“Always, because I love you,” you whisper. 

“I love you even more.” He says, kissing you softly on the lips.

Your ring continues to glow with every little touch he gives you.

“You’re going to have to show me how to use this newfound magic I possess. Maybe telling me how you do all your little tricks?” You quip.

He smiles and considers such teachings. “Perhaps I can teach you a few tricks… get one step ahead of me if I want to cause any mischief,” he teases.

“Mhmm, exactly.”

“But the illusion thing, that might have to be my one secret,” he teases.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

“Don’t worry darling, we have so much time with each other. I’m going to enjoy every waking moment with you. You’re my everything,” he coos.

You smile at him, nodding your head and caressing his beautiful face.

“You’re everything and more.”

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[tarithenurse]

Flower crown

FANDOM: MCU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Loki Odinson x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 600.

SUMMARY: As the oldest daughter, you have a responsibility...but it does not have to be horrible.

CONTENT: Arranged marriage, sadness, surprise fluff, break of traditions.

A/N: The 10th prompt for Flufftober Spring Edition is “Flower Crown”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

Flower crown

You were not doing this because you wanted to but because it was expected of you. As the oldest daughter of your house, of course it was your duty to marry for status of the family rather than for love. And perhaps you should feel honoured that the man that had been chosen for you was a prince. Not a crown prince, of course, but still a royal. Someone with influence. Someone prestigious.

Loki.

The silver-tongued prince of Asgard.

Standing in the strange chambers that have been placed at your disposal until the wedding night, you see your transformation in the mirror from a free maiden to a bride. Silks of white and ribbons of verdant and gold. Jewellery to match, of course.

Anyone would think you look beautiful – you do, you suppose – a smile on you lips that you have trained to maintain effortlessly to hide that the twinkle in your eyes come from unshed tears rather than joy.

Perhaps the maid that is helping you senses it, though: she’s keeping very quiet and avoid looking at your face as soon as the light makeup has been completed. She’s arranging the veil over your head when the door opens behind you, making her gasp and bow.

Loki. You see his reflection in the mirror.

“Your highness, you cannot be here!” The kind maid has the nerve to object. “It is tradition tha-”

“I don’t care,” Loki interrupts her. Not sharply as you might have expected, though.

Stepping past her, you see in the reflection how his eyes are on you but you don’t move to face him even as he comes to stand right behind you. For a moment he tries to find your gaze behind the veil in the mirror. Maybe to see if you are smiling at his presence? You are not.

Turning his head, he addresses the servant. “Step outside and close the door after you.”

The poor maid actually hesitates, looking to you for approval and you give it with a curt nod. Moments later the door closes.

The prince turns back to you, his fingertips skimming your wrist. “I know you did not ask for this union...and you may be mourning your old life.” His fingers loosely tangle with yours, giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted to. “I wish to be...I wish to be a good husband to you but I will need your help to find out how to honour you and make you happy. If you are willing to teach me, wear this when next we face each other.”

As he speaks the last words, something appears between your hands and you automatically take hold of it. Leaves and flowers, braided into a crown. Lifting it, you see the same colours as your outfit.

“I shall respect your choice. If you choose not to wear it, I will give you as much freedom from me as I can,” Loki explains before turning and striding towards the door.

“Lo- your highness...” You can see in the mirror that he pauses with a hand on the handle. “Thank you.”

You mean it.

When the maid rushes back, she reaches for the golden diadem in the box to fix the veil with.

“Not that,” you hear yourself say. “This one.”

As she fixes the flower crown on your head, you feel the unshed tears disappear.

“If I may,” the maid carefully tries, earning a nod, “the young prince has learned a lot from his mother...he’s a sensible young man.”

[theleavesofwesteros]

late night calling - Loki x F!Wife!Reader

A/N: absolute filth for my brief return to writing. I am in midterm season now at uni and suffering a bit, so this helped me get some stress out!!! I consider this to be a kinktober fic, but just because it is smut written and posted in october lol. I'm not actually participating (maybe next year). ENJOY!! :)

@cafekitsune saves my life again w the dividers

Set in Asgard!

CW/TW: SMUT (f!receiving oral, clone play, breast worship, dirty talk kinda, allusion to future threesome), Arranged Marriage (but they kinda want each other and it's not that secret), Loki being a devious and smug little bitch (but if he knows he's a great munch, why wouldn't he flex about it??)

2675 words (she's long)

(rite of passage I feel is using this gif idk, i've made it guys)

You woke in the middle of the night. Rather, you were unsure of when it was, exactly, but everything was dark, alight only with lunar silver.

“Princess… Prince Loki has called for you.” Your servant said, standing at the entrance of your rooms.

“My husband? Now?”

“Indeed, your highness. I am unsure as to why, but the message was sent.”

You’d already stepped out of your bed at the mention of Loki calling for you.

He did not call for you often, not even now that you were married. You supposed it must be important, and you respected the man. He likely had a reason for calling for you in the middle of the bloody night, no matter how irritating.

With your robe and slippers on, you moved through the hallways of the palace, escorted by your servant and a stray Einherjar. Your footsteps echoed off the sparkling arches, your shadows drawing shapes with the help of the torches.

You were escorted until the large, imposing doors of your husband’s chambers, after which you were left alone. Your knock against the wood, although quiet in consideration of the late hour, sounded atrociously loud in the abandoned halls.

“… Enter.”

You cautiously opened one of the doors just enough to slip inside, closing it slowly behind yourself to limit the disturbance.

“Wife…? What in the Norns are you doing here?” Loki asked, one brow raised. He was stood in the middle of his chambers, black hair and sleepwear looking perfect for someone who had so clearly been asleep. There was a small, floating ball of soft light at his side. His magic, you ventured.

“Well… I do remember being sharply awoken a mere few minutes ago because you’d called for me.”

“Called for you… Ah. Yes, perhaps…” He looked away, pondering away at something and looking what you might only call the most embarrassed you’d ever seen him.

“It seems it was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” You urged, one of your own brows raised now.

“Yes, yes. Rather… I called for you, but it was… It was right as I’d woken up. It meant nothing, or… shouldn’t have been taken for my true word. The one time our servants opt to have stellar hearing.” He rolled his eyes, pushing his hair back with an annoyed expression.

“Therefore… you wish for me to leave?” You asked, crossing your arms.

You were quite annoyed, now. You’d been woken up in the middle of the night, gotten out of your warm bed and made yourself presentable in order to rush to your husband through the cold halls to play a dutiful wife, only for him to supposedly claim it had all been a misunderstanding. If this happened to be another one of his japes…

Loki looked you over, likely noticing how you’d hurried out of bed for him. He sighed.

“It… is late. Cold, too, arguably. You mustn’t make the trek back to your bedchambers if you do not wish it. My bed is big enough for two. For five, even. A technicality.” He grinned slightly, a little of his usual self returning. It looked right in its element there, his grin. In the middle of the night, in the quiet of slumber, with nothing but magic and night sky to bring it to your attention.

“You are certain?”

He huffed, already walking back to his bed.

“Wife, you have been in my bed before. Do not play the prudish bride now.”

You considered your options, and made your decision rather quickly. Between walking back to your lonely, now cold bed, and sharing a bed with your rather cold husband, you found yourself climbing into the other side.

Loki hummed, watching you climb into bed once you’d rid yourself of your robe and slippers.

“You are brave after all. Or, perhaps, is it the shadows in your rooms that you are afraid of and so you’ve opted to stay with your husband. The choices are not too different, I assure you. Though that will not reassure you of your final choice.”

“What are you speaking of, Loki?”

“Nothing, wife. Go to sleep. I am sorry I woke you.” He replied, voice much quieter now, his ball of light dimming with a flick of his wrist.

You both made yourselves comfortable in his bed, fluffing up pillows and pulling covers every which way until you felt settled. It was quiet now, but stilted, unlike what a marriage bed’s first months should be like.

“Why did you wake up?” You whispered into the dark.

“How do you know I simply was not awake the entire time? Brooding, perhaps.”

You glared in his general direction.

“… I had an… inconvenient dream.”

“You mean a terror?”

“How do you know?”

“Your murmuring woke me up when I spent the night here a few nights ago.”

“Ah. My apologies. A husband should not be waking up his wife in the middle of the night with his worries.”

“With what should he, then?”

Loki let out a small sound of amusement, but did not reply.

You assumed that the return of silence meant that it was officially time to attempt a return to sleep, and so you got comfortable, and closed your eyes.

However, you were startled a few seconds later with a gentle brush of a hand against your left calf. Your eyes shot open, a gasp leaving your throat.

“Loki-?”

He shushed you softly, the sound still coming from your side and definitively not from beneath the covers.

“What the Hel-”

“Wife, calm down…” Loki murmured, moving suddenly to embrace you from where he was laid onto his side, encouraging you to rest on your back.

You looked at him in pure terror. Why did he not believe you? You had felt something at your calf.

“Have you heard the rumours?” Loki murmured, caressing your side gently.

“The- What are you doing, husband? I told you I have felt something-” You hissed, moving to sit up and pull away.

Loki held onto you, whispering a word or two of comfort.

“All is well. All is well, wife. Stay calm.” He cooed, the two of you still looking at one another.

“Have you heard the rumours they tell of me? The ones about my many lovers, and of my expertise?”

You scoffed.

“Is this meant to be making me feel better? Putting me to sleep, are you?” You sneered.

Loki sighed.

“My, but you can be a stubborn mule when you wish to be. There is nothing to fear. It is only you and I in this bed. I swear.”

“I was warned that your words are not to be trusted.”

“Were you warned about my tongue and my talents with it?” He whispered, pulling you closer now.

“What? Loki, did you hit your head upon startling awake?”

He chuckled darkly and kissed your jaw.

“Before we were married, were you aware of what can happen in a marriage bed?”

“Yes, and then I experienced it. I have not forgotten your body, worry not.” You quipped, not understanding what he was prattling on about.

“So spirited.” He whispered, voice full of admiration. “That is not what I meant. Have you not wondered why I never kissed at your quim when I’ve kissed at the thing between all of my previous lovers’ legs?”

You huffed.

“I do not understand.”

“If you have heard of the rumours, it would only be natural that you would feel… lesser than for not experiencing it.”

“You think far too highly of yourself.”

He chuckled anew.

“Are you not curious, my wife? Of why I have not indulged? Of what it would feel like?”

“Fine. Let us say that I am incessantly curious so that this conversation can reach its end and we can go to sleep.”

“Because I have been scared. Scared that what is between your legs will please me in taste more than anything else ever has. That, like the rest of you, if I indulge, I shall not wish to stop.” He murmured against your cheek, still holding you close.

Your entire body went still in shock. Was he alright? Where in the Nine was this coming from? Was he suddenly trying to seduce you for some reason?

“I do not lie. Or come to you with this truth tonight in order to get something from you. I will do nothing to you, unless you wish it. However…” You felt the undeniable feeling of a kiss to your calf and yelped.

Loki shushed you, gently lifting the covers so that you could both look down between your legs, where Loki was now lying on his stomach. Loki?

“However, he, and I, would love for him to get a taste of your nectar. I am achingly hard at the mere thought, my love.”

‘My love’? Two Lokis? Had you hit your head?

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Loki shushed you gently, kissing your temple.

“It is simply some of my magic, my love. I am me, and he is himself, but me, as well. If you wish it, he will make you feel wonderful, and I will stay here, and hold you close all the while.”

“But… but why?  Why magic?” You murmured, the double now kissing slowly up the side of your calf.

“Why? Because I desire you ardently. Because I desire you so badly that I cannot, for once in my life, do both at once. I feel I could not enjoy giving you pleasure and seeing you receive it all at once. I must enjoy them individually. I would get too caught up in your taste, my love. Would go mad.”

You gulped, breaths already quicker as you looked to your husband. It had never been like this between the two of you before. But you couldn’t deny that you had heard the rumours and that you had always wanted to experience it for yourself. You found yourself nodding shakily.

Loki groaned softly, mashing his lips to your cheek.

You suddenly felt the kisses at your hip, the double pushing your nightdress up. You gasped, keeping eye contact with Loki.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of fingers – Loki’s fingers – spreading your folds open, and squeaked when you felt his warm tongue trail a line up your center.

“Loki-”

“Oh, I know, my darling. I know.” Loki murmured, kissing your mouth.

The Loki below the covers let out his own sound of pleasure, the tip of his tongue flicking repeatedly against your bud. It felt insanely good. Knowing it was him, but having him hold you through it, as well. Otherworldly and new, as all things seemed with him.

“I bet you taste so delightful. Ripe, ripe as juicy peaches. Norns, look at you. Trembling in my arms and I’ve barely started.”

Your breaths were coming fast now, a moan leaving your mouth as Loki’s lips closed around your bud, sucking on it tenderly, his fingers teasing your entrance without even penetrating it. Simply letting your center contract in anticipation.

“I knew you’d like that. Good… good.” Loki murmured against your mouth before kissing you slowly. His hand at your side moved to rest on your breast, thumbing your nipple gently.

Your back arched when you felt Loki’s fingers gently penetrate you, most of his focus still on your nub.

You didn’t know what to do. You felt you had to return the favour, your hand going beneath the covers, between Loki’s thighs. He hissed and his eyes rolled back once your hand made contact with his hardened cock, but he tutted, placing your hand instead on his double’s head.

“No. Not now, my love. Please, let me focus entirely on you and your sounds.” He pleaded, and at your shaky nod, he kissed you again.

The double’s tongue moving to replace his fingers at your entrance made you moan into Loki’s mouth. Loki held you to his side, still caressing your breast as he used his free hand to lift one of your legs onto his in order to open you up even more.

“Loki, oh, Loki, it feels so good-” You gasped out.

“I know, darling. And it makes you look so beautiful. I cannot wait to see you come.” He pulled the top of your nightgown down in order to kiss at your neck and chest.

The feelings were getting to be overwhelming. Loki’s mouth on your breasts, and Loki’s tongue tasting your juices all while his thumb rubbed at your clit. Your hand grasped onto the double’s hair pulling him closer to your womanhood, needing more and more of everything. You could barely breathe from the absolute Valhalla that your husband was letting you experience at his own hands (and mouths). You suddenly felt for all the women who did not have husbands powerful enough to double themselves in order to grant them pleasure.

With two of your husband entirely focused on your ecstasy, your sounds of pleasure came freely into the silence of his bedchambers. You could feel yourself climbing towards that elusive peak already, your thighs starting to tremble slightly and your lower stomach fizzing with warmth and giddiness. Never in your life could you have guessed that this is what your mundane night would end up leading to.

“Loki… mm, I’m so- I‘m-” You gasped out, unsure of which one you were talking to, the words slipping out.

Loki pulled his mouth off your breast, looking slightly flushed as he met your eyes.

“That’s alright, my love. Let it happen, let it come over you, my darling.” He soothed, kissing your neck and moving back to your side so he could kiss your mouth. He could not get enough of you. Holding you close and kissing you, all the while his double also held onto your thighs tightly, sinful sounds leaving him at the simple taste of you. The two of them in ecstasy from simply pleasuring you. The idea was startlingly new to you.

You came with a drawn-out call of his name, Loki moaning at your expression and at the sound you’d let out. Your vision went starry, everything but the heartbeat in your ears going quiet as you came down. When you found you felt more yourself again, you opened your eyes to find Loki looking over you fondly.

“You were absolutely exquisite, my love. As I knew you would be.” He murmured.

His voice was gentle, but you could tell that he was anything but unaffected. He seemed even more aroused, if possible. His eyes were dark, and they were settled onto your mouth, his own tongue moving over his lips.

You realized with a start that his double was no more.

“It is truly only you and I now, darling.” Loki said, lip twitching with his usual mirth.

“… That is a shame, I rather enjoyed him.” You mused coyly.

“Hm, he enjoyed you, too, minx. We can invite him back, I promise. However, some other time. I have a want to have you on my own, now.”

“I thought we were going back to sleep?”

He chuckled.

“How can you honestly expect me to go to sleep now, darling? I am still very much hard, and my mouth yearns to find itself between your legs. I simply cannot resist the urge after seeing what I can do to you.”

You huffed, the giddiness of your release making you bold and eager to tease him.

“Your mouth was at my cunt a mere few minutes ago, husband. You are forgetting yourself.”

His eyes sparkled with interest, his mouth curling up into a smirk.

“Filthy words. Look at what has happened to you after one instance of coming upon my tongue. My talents have changed you. Insolent, filthy wife.” He growled playfully, pulling the covers to the side and moving between your legs.

“Fret not, I will use my skilled tongue to bring you back to yourself, wife.” He grinned against the apex of your thighs, placing his first kiss to your clit shortly after.

[theleavesofwesteros]

on the mend.

➳ Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader

➳ Fluff, Smut

➳ CW: thirsting, Loki is a yearner, Loki is stupid, Loki is an overthinker (massively), Loki is frantic, Loki is desperate to be reunited with his betrothed, Loki going through the five stages of grief of his own volition, entirely self indulgent fluff, no mention of y/n, UNBETAED (my biggest issue is being continuous with verb tenses lmao), hurt (very slight sickness and Loki overthinking)/comfort, DIRTY TALK (discussion of oral f!receiving).

➳ A/N: hello guys!!!! I am back with a self-indulgent piece courtesy of my voice being entirely gone (basically) as of today lolll. I'm okay otherwise, but my throat has been hurting for the past 3 days and it's not hurting today, I just have no voice. I've been drinking a shitton of tea and hoping it will be better by tomorrow (fingers crossed).

PS: I have episode 6 of AKOTSK left and holy hellllllllllll do I need Baelor Targaryen. THAT'S MY DILF!!!!! So, I might, despite my hesitations (because I'm scared I'll write him ooc), write something for him very soon because this man has me FERAL.

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“Your grace, I am told she is soon to arrive.”

The words spurred Loki into action. He’d spent the past few hours, nay, the past few days, lazing about like a cat, fully desperate to maintain an appearance of nonchalance. In truth, he was frantic, even eager, to set his sights on her again.

He stood, smoothed his hands down his leather tunic and felt it change into something with more of the dramatic flair he preferred to be seen by the court with.

“I was told that her carriage was seen approaching the lower gates.” The messenger at his doors added, watching Loki begin pacing around his chambers with his hands behind his back.

“Oh, very well, thank you.” Loki shooed him away with an uninterested wave of his hand.

He had other matters to attend to, no time to waste on listening to a messenger. Once alone again, he strutted over to his mirror and fussed over his hair with all the efficiency he could muster. Hearing the telltale sound of hoofs on the palace courtyard through his open window made him pause his fussing, and run over to watch her arrival.

His first glimpse of her was of her hand coming out of the opened carriage so that it could be taken by a coachman, helping her out and onto the ground. She was wearing another one of her dresses, and, he noticed with little difficulty (for he had taken care to memorize each one) that it was a new one. One he had not seen before. Likely something she had asked to be made while visiting her family.

He saw the small smile she gave the coachman in thanks, before beginning her ascension of the steps into the palace, her lady following behind her, her belongings behind them both. It would only be a few minutes until she was in front of him once more, her eyes caressing every inch of him just as his would every inch of her. He had spent their time apart yearning after her, spiting her kind heart even though he knew he had no right to. He appreciated every single thing that made her who she was, for each one of those things meant that she was the one who was to be his wife. If it was not for her kindness, he would not be getting married to the same woman, and so he would cherish it, even if it had caused his own selfish heart pain.

Loki, pulling at his fingers which were currently behind his back, walked back over to his favoured settee, the one closest to the fireplace, and sat down in a pose he hoped conveyed relaxed confidence. He waited patiently, or so he told himself, though his foot was tapping against the floor incessantly.

She did not come. He gave her ample time. He knew it would take her, with her usual stride, a certain number of minutes to arrive at his chambers. He gave her double that time, if not triple. After about double the time, he’d begun to pick at his fingers, his foot tapping faster. He tried to reason with himself. Perhaps she wished to change first. Perhaps her hair had come undone. Perhaps she wished to change her jewelry. Or, perhaps, she wished to bathe. He would give her that comfort, naturally, even though he believed she had nothing to change. He would gladly, most gladly, take her as she is, for she was perfection incarnate, and he had already waited and waited to have her near again.

And so, despite his already great impatience, he gave his beloved more time. He spent the time pacing, then playing with his magic, then with an attempt at reading by the fire. It did not go well. He felt that he was going half-mad.

After an hour of waiting for her, he began to think that she wished for him to go to her, even though it was not how they had usually done things. He was desperate to see her anew, and yet he still remained hesitant and unsure.

Was there a chance, no matter how slim, that she was cross with him? Perhaps because he had not been there to greet her in person? Or maybe he had not sent her enough letters during her absence? Even though he had sent her a letter each day, with some simply being him talking of books he’d been reading because nothing exciting had happened from the last letter he’d written. He did not know, and Loki hated not knowing.

He gave her another hour, one he spent pacing, and then sitting, and then fiddling with, and pulling at, his hair in worry. It was in time for supper that he finally allowed himself to leave his chambers, in search of the dining hall. He was certain that he would see her there, with the rest of his family eager to welcome her back to Asgard, with his mother eager to ask her of her family’s wellbeing, and of her travels. His heart stuttered the entire walk to the dining hall, a most embarrassing feeling that he would not have dwelled on if it hadn’t been caused by her. He could hardly wait at this point. To see her, smell her, hold her.

She was not at supper.

No one knew why, but his mother had been told by her own ladies that his betrothed had been utterly apologetic for missing the evening meal. Loki knew now, while he sat in his seat and moved the food on his plate around aimlessly, that she was most definitely cross with him. He spent all of supper sulking and mulling over what he could have possibly done to upset his love.

The moment supper ended and his parents rose from their seats with the intention to retire, Loki stood as well. His heart was scolding him for not running towards her chambers instantly, but his mind was telling him to hold, to wait a beat longer. He was fearful.

Thor remained, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three at his side, all with ale in their hands.

One look at them, all joyful and in good company, spurred Loki into action. He wished to finally find his very own joyful company. He would grovel if need be, he was not afraid of it when it came to her.

It was convenient that upon reaching her chambers, her lady was leaving them, an empty tray at her side. She caught sight of him and curtsied.

“Is she within?” Loki’s voice was hushed, gaze flicking towards the wooden doors which suddenly seemed far more ominous than ever before.

It was almost as if he feared her being absent from her chambers more than her being cross with him, for he feared where else she could be in the evening. With whom else she could be.

“Yes, your grace.” Her lady replied, and the heavy weight lifted itself from his chest.

“She was not at supper.” He named the truth plainly, watching the girl carefully. She simply nodded. Loki leaned in closer, words even more hushed. “Is she cross with me?” He could feel his heart, in his throat, beating up a storm, almost as if he was riding into battle.

The girl let out a breath, and smiled lightly as she shook her head.

“No, your grace. Not at all. She is cross with herself, if anything.”

The words had Loki frowning.

“Whatever for?”

“My lady returned feeling unwell. She, despite wishing to be reunited with you most ardently, thought it best to remain in her chambers and prioritize her recovery. She is cross with herself that her health has caused her to delay your reunion.”

Loki had heard nothing after the word ‘unwell’. His beloved, unwell? It would not do. Not at all. He had to know how serious it was, had to see her now more than ever. He would die of it, if he had to, if it meant doing it with her at his side once more.

“Ill? The lady is ill?” He felt numb, fingertips itching with magic, with the instinct to heal, to do something for her.

“I have just brought her tea, my prince.”

“I shall be going in.” Loki said, his words aimed at the Einherjar standing by the doors. He realized he could ask her lady-in-waiting about her illness, but he did not wish to be lied to or to be delivered flowered words. He wanted the truth, and he would find it out by himself.

The lady-in-waiting and Einherjar shared a quick look before the Einherjar moved, opening one of the doors. Loki was quick, more impatient than ever now that he was mere inches from breathing the same air as her once more, to slip into her rooms.

She was sitting up in her bed, furs pulled up to her chest, her back against the headboard. She seemed entirely surprised to have anyone entering her rooms, and then even more surprised to realize that Loki, of all people, was the intruder, her eyes widening.

“My lady,” He knew that he sounded entirely frantic and agitated (so different from what he usually aimed for) as he strode towards her bed, finally standing at her side.

She, still entirely surprised and put-out by his presence, pulled the furs higher up her frame, her eyebrows pulling together. She was being so quiet, Loki thought. His presence tonight had clearly distraught her.

“I have just been told you are ill. You missed supper. Were not seen by anyone upon your arrival at the palace. Were quick to go to your chambers.” He recounted the facts quickly, watching her swallow. “Your lady told me that you are not cross with me, but seeing you now, and with what your behaviour has been since your return, I grow unsure of that statement.” He sounded worried again.

She took a slow breath, and then cleared her throat, a hand to her chest.

“I… am not cross.” She said weakly, her voice entirely too hoarse.

Loki felt a fool for the tenth time that night.

“You are ill.” He announced dumbly.

For the eleventh time that night, then.

She smiled softly, and nodded. Her eyes were quick, alert and observant as always, flicking over every inch of him that they could reach. He could see now, if only he had seen moments ago, too, that her eyes conveyed her relief at seeing him again. She was not cross with him. The opposite, even.

His eyes did the same, and they were fast to catch the way her mouth opened, readying to speak. He reached out a hand, putting it up between them.

“Save your voice, please.” His words were tender in the soft quiet of her chambers, now that he was confident that their relationship was unperturbed.

She seemed eager to protest, but simply sighed and rested the back of her head back against her pillow. Loki looked to the side table, and took in hand the tea that had been brought to her, bringing it to her lips after blowing on its surface gently.

She took a slow sip of it, and he watched her, fond as ever.

“Is it only your voice? Have you a fever?” He asked all while reaching his hand out to touch her forehead for a fever. There was none, and the shake of her head confirmed it. She placed a hand over her throat in answer, too. He nodded.

“I had to see you, forgive me. I believed you to be cross with me.” He confessed, and he felt much like he had as a young boy, confessing to having done something entirely foolish for his own benefit.

She smiled at him and it was as gentle as the feeling of the petals of the flowers he loved to pick for her brushing against his skin.

She shook her head, reaching for his hand.

“Never.” She replied weakly, the word somehow still maintaining all the gentleness he was sure it would usually carry coming from her.

Loki had spent nearly a month wishing to hear her voice again, and yet now that he was hearing it again, he could not let himself thrive in the sound of it again. It was not the same, hearing her but having her in pain for his benefit.

“As much as I am glad to have you speak to me anew, my love, I would rather you spare yourself of the pain that comes with it. I would only have you speak to me once you are fully recovered. Never would I wish to cause you pain.” He kissed her head, and then, reaching for her hand, kissed her knuckles one by one.

She pulled on his hand lightly, making space for him on her bed. He was quick to make himself comfortable, pulling his boots off and sitting himself at her side, his arm pulling her into his side. All felt right, or nearly so. It would have been perfect if he could have her as talkative as she usually was, recounting all that he already knew of her trip from their correspondence into his chest, her voice light and soothing as ever.

He was determined to have her recover, to have his love feeling her best again. He hated feeling powerless.

“I shall have to distract you, beloved, to keep you from talking.” His words were a soft murmur against her hair, kissing her there anon. He gave her yet another chance to sip at her tea before placing it back onto her side table.

She looked to him, her expression giving away her curiosity.

“I have missed you so very much, as I am sure you have realized. You are so very bright, after all. In both mind and spirit.” His hand, of its own volition, had begun to run up and down her arm. “I had imagined our reunion going differently.”

She rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself listen to him intently. Admiring his voice after her time apart from it and its low, softened timbre. Loki knew then that he had her.

“I imagined it beginning multiple ways. But you always came up to my chambers. Eager, to the point where I could hear your steps coming towards the doors. I would open them for you, and you would stumble in, breathless, looking as pretty as a jewel, though prettier than any jewel that could ever be gifted to another. I would wrap my arms around you, pull you close, take a breath and smell you and the oils you’d chosen in your bath that same morning,” He paused then, with his nose pressed to the skin of her temple, and he inhaled slowly. “and then, only then, would I kiss you. I would begin with a kiss to your hand, naturally. Then I would move up your arm slowly, until I was at your elbow. I would pull you ever closer, and kiss your mouth.” He took in a hungry breath, rearranging his legs. He could feel her clutching lightly at his tunic. “You would be as sweet as ever on my mouth, and then on my tongue, too. You’d hold onto me the way you are now, if not more. Only then, would I speak to you, say your name and have you say mine in return.”

She lifted her head, looking into his eyes. She did not speak his name, though he saw the urge she had to do it in her eyes. He spoke hers softly, reverently, his eyes locked onto her mouth, unashamed.

“Afterwards, I would take you with me, to my bed, and I would help you sit down on it and make you comfortable.” Loki resumed, his gaze unmoved. “I would remain off my bed, and would rest myself beside it, on my knees. Looking up at you, at my goddess, and at how utterly enticing you would look. You would look at me pointedly, and I would know what my queen would be asking of me. My hands…” His hands slowly pulled the furs lower, revealing her nightgown to the rooms’ air. “would begin their ascent up your legs and below your skirts. My head would soon follow below your skirts.” They both took in a breath, matched in intensity.

Loki leaned down, unable to help himself, pressing a warm kiss to her bared neck, feeling the warmth already waiting for him there. He pulled her into an embrace from there, admiring the feeling of being so whole once more.

“I would drag your undergarments down your legs with my mouth. But not before wetting them with my tongue, more than eager to taste you. And utterly impatient.” She shuddered against him at the image his words created in her mind.

“And then, like I have shown you time and time again, I would please my betrothed. Welcome her home.” Loki breathed against her neck, smelling her even better there. The feeling of her hand finding its way beneath his tunic to palm at his hardened member had him closing his eyes, a soft hiss pressing against her skin. She was breathing heavily, too.

He pulled his mouth from her neck, wanting to memorize the newly appeared darkness in her eyes. It had been a near month since he’d last seen it, after all. She looked him over, too, her gaze finding its focus point on his mouth.

“As I said, that is how I imagined our reunion.” He spoke softly, regaining some composure. He reached out tenderly, caressing the side of her face. “However,” He tutted softly. “my lady finds herself unwell, and that did not come to pass.”

He paused, just enough to see her looking forlorn and dejected at the prospect of not getting his mouth on her. The sight only made him that much hungrier for her. More determined to give it to her.

“Never fear, though, because my lady is set to be wed to a most ingenious prince who is undeterred by a few simple alterations to his plans.”

He lifted the furs briefly, enough to move himself under them. It instantly felt warmer now that he and she finally had nothing truly between them. Nothing to stop them. To stop nature from running its course.

“You see, my love, my mouth is talented enough to find its true use anywhere in the Nine Realms. As long as we are together, it will be able to fulfill its duty.” He whispered and spared a last look into her eyes before he ducked his head beneath the furs, intent on following a very specific path.

[villanerrrr]

I hate you

[theleavesofwesteros]

duty.

➳ Feb. 10th - An Accidental "I love you".

➳ Fluff, SMUT, xF!Reader

➳ CW: Arranged Marriage, yearning to the max, Loki is horny as hell (duh) but so is reader, is it possible to have a friends with benefits situation with your spouse??? idk this is sorta what they have going on, allusions to oral, allusions to being tied up (Loki and reader), brief handjob, brief masturbation (Loki), brief allusions to masturbation (reader), voyeurism (Loki wants to watch it happen), breeding kink? kinda briefly, dirty talk and teasing from both parties here, sappy love confessions, UNPROTECTED SEX (but they do it to 'make heirs'), no mention of y/n.

➳ A/N: day 10. this one took me out guys... it grew legs and ended up over 4k words even though I wanted it at like 2k initially lmao. Anyways, I did not get to work on the future days, so I will try tomorrow. goodnight! ps: I still feel like my smut writing is awkward, but you all seem to like it, so thank you for disproving my fears!!! <3

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(I like to imagine this is how he looks at reader when she sits down next to him in the beginning) (gif by @rotwornnnn !!)

He'd given you the look. The one full of intensity that he liked to pair with a slight raise of his right brow. Actually, he'd been giving it all night, ever since you'd made your arrival at dinner, been announced, and had taken your place at his side at the royal dinner table. 

He'd been his normal self otherwise, holding your hand, the one resting atop the table, in his larger one when it wasn't otherwise occupied. 

It was during the main course, while you were eating and listening to the lively conversations of the other nobles, that he finally addressed you privately. You'd been feeling his gaze burning into the side of your head for the entirety of supper thus far. 

"I must admit that I am quite fond of your dress, wife. The colour suits you well." 

You looked down at your gown at the same time he was, too. At the green of it. 

"Thank you, husband. I thought it best to wear green so as to pair it with the golden diadem." 

He hummed lowly, his eyes moving up to your diadem, which resembled a simpler, lighter version of his horned helm. 

"A wise choice. I am without mine tonight, and yet, your loyalty to me, and to it, in turn, means our symbol is not forgotten." He approved quietly. 

Of course you'd noticed that he wasn't wearing his horns tonight. His beautiful hair was resting comfortably at his shoulders, its waves and the way they moved drawing your attention incessantly. 

"I had not noticed that you had forgone it tonight." You found yourself saying nonetheless. You did not know why you lied. 

"It is no matter. As I said, you still represent us with your diadem." Loki replied, his eyes glistening with mischief. He seemed not to believe that you'd not noticed. 

Maybe that was why you lied. To see that look from him. 

You also did not miss how he had begun calling his colours and his symbols 'ours' ever since you'd wed. It was an honour, in your mind, to have a man so usually solitary to include you into something he'd had as his own for a millennium. 

For the benefit of the nobles who still loved to watch you both (you were still newlyweds after all), you thought, Loki brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles openly in front of everyone. 

Your eyes met as he did it, and his were noticeably darkened.

He loyally held onto your hand for the rest of dinner, whenever he could. Even when he conversed with others, and even when you did. And he watched you try wine from his own goblet brought to you all by a noble, a small smirk on his face. 

When dinner reached its end, with the nobles now moving onto even wilder conversations (and more dancing) from their drinking during dinner, Loki gave you another pointed look and you nodded. 

He turned to his mother and the All-Father, both to his left.

"Mother, Father, I shall go walk my wife back to her chambers now that dinner has ended. If I've your permission, of course." 

Frigga looked to Loki first, then to you, with a gentle smile on her face. Odin simply waved his hand in something likely symbolizing 'you are free to do as you wish, leave me to my business'. 

"Of course, my son." Frigga replied in place of the All-Father, her looks between the two of you knowing and slightly amused. "Have a pleasant sleep, my daughter." She added as Loki offered you his hand so you might stand from your seat, her eyes twinkling. 

Loki and you bowed your heads in the direction of his parents, and Loki led you, arm-in-arm, into one of the unassuming doors to the side of the royal dinner table, and then through small, empty passageways until you found yourselves back into the main hallways near his chambers. 

You'd both known for all of dinner that you would not be walked back to your own chambers. And, it seemed, Frigga had known, too. 

The Einherjar standing by the doors of Loki's chambers moved aside at the sight of you both and opened the doors for you. Loki allowed you to walk in, but stayed behind briefly to speak to the two men. 

"No disturbances tonight." You heard him tell them. 

He walked in after you and locked the doors behind himself with a flick of his wrist. 

You'd busied yourself with pouring some wine into one of the empty goblets standing by the pitcher. Loki walked up behind you and placed a light hand onto your bicep, taking the goblet with his other hand and taking a sip. You bit your tongue at how easily he seemed to take things that were to be your own, reminding yourself that you were married now. 

"Nothing from the healers, then?" He asked softly, mouth against your temple. 

"No, nothing..." You answered. 

He tutted softly, and kissed your temple.

"Very well, we shall try again, then." 

"Loki... I wish you would not worry so... we've been married for but a few months." 

"Perhaps, wife, but I've ended up married before Thor, and with him seemingly not any closer to finding his own spouse, the responsibility of heirs comes to me. To us." 

You nodded shakily, holding your breath as he leaned down to kiss your neck. 

You supposed it was odd, to find yourself in such a relationship. One where your marriage had been unexpected and arranged, but where you’d ended up incredibly compatible on at least one front. Indeed, you were friendly enough with one another, and there was no malice in your relationship, but you did not think there was reciprocated love, either. Passion, however, there was. And quite a lot of it. This has led to many nights and mornings (and afternoons) of the both of you stuck in an amorous embrace all over the palace.

Recently, however, Loki had resorted to limiting your trysts (or trying to) to his bed or yours, because it had become his unofficial duty to bring in heirs for his family, even though he was not the crown prince.

“So… again, then?” You whispered, gasping as he sucked onto the spot he’d been kissing.

“Mhmm. Again.” He replied simply, his hand moving from your bicep down around your middle.

“You had me this morning, husband.” You reminded him shakily. “Our efforts might have been fruitful that time.”

He hummed softly, gently holding you to him as he walked backwards, towards the doors leading to his bedchambers.

“Perhaps. And yet, I find myself wishing to be certain, my wife. Do you wish to tell me that you mind how often we find ourselves in such predicaments? I shall desist in pursuing you for a while, if that is so, and allow you to come to me when you are next ready. However-”

“-No.” You replied hastily, the speed of your reply catching you both off guard and flustering you (but amusing him).

“As I thought, then.” He kissed your jaw.

You’d ended up in his bedchambers before you’d even realized it, too caught up in his careful hold on you and his kisses to your neck and face. He had always, always, been an incredibly attentive lover. It is perhaps why you enjoyed your more private moments as a wife so much.

“We both lied earlier, you know.” Loki whispered against your skin, pressing your front against the doors (now closed) leading back out into his sitting room.

“Hm?” You were distracted, not really listening.

“You claimed you had not noticed I’d forgone my helm. An awful lie, wife. I caught you staring.” He purred, his teeth pulling lightly onto your earlobe. You gasped, one of your hands coming up against the wood of the door for stability.

“And, I, in turn, said I enjoyed your dress. I lied. It causes me both great pain and great pleasure. See, you are utterly ravishing in it. That is the truth. But the garment pains me all the same, because you had others staring, and because I wish the dress burned in a fire for ever having touched your skin.”

“You are being entirely dramatic.” You gasped out.

“Am I?” His hand had reached down, and was now gripping some of your skirts. “I wish to have you so badly… the only thing I have been able to focus on since I woke up today has been the sweet cunt beneath these skirts.”

Both of you were panting by this point, and you’d not even touched one another yet. You felt hot, and you were glad for his hand around you, keeping you steady. You could feel yourself wanting him, aching for him.

“Husband…” You began shakily. He groaned softly in response, loving how the title sounded from you.

“Tell me. Ask, and I shall give you the world.”

“I want you.”

He hummed softly, slipping his hand beneath your skirts, sliding it up above where your stockings ended. You both gasped quietly when you felt his bare hand on your bare thigh.

“How do you want me?” He asked, the words spoken against your ear.

“Right here.” You could not wait. You could feel him, hard and throbbing against your behind, and the knowledge of his own desire was making you even more desperate to feel him inside of you again.

“Here, against the wall?” He whispered, evidently pleased at your desperation. He chuckled and shook his head slowly, rubbing his nose against your cheek as he did it. “No, wife. Not here. We will take one another on the bed. However,” His hand slipped higher up your skirts, now reaching your inner thighs.

You shuddered against him, and his free hand pulled you closer to him. It only made you more eager, now pressed impossibly closer to his cock. He let out a shaky sigh, and you felt him begin to lightly move against you.

His fingers slipped beneath your undergarments, and made contact with the heat and wetness waiting for him there. He moaned right into your ear.

“You are sodden, darling.” He essentially praised, the pet name only making it worse for you. He only ever called you that when you were in private, and so you mostly associated it with such moments. “Is that from you seeing me at dinner, or from this morning, even?” He purred, kissing your jaw and moving back to kissing your neck.

You gasped softly as his fingers began to touch you, spreading the wetness they found around your center.

“We shall not be intimate against the doors,” He began again, reprising your earlier discussion. “But, I can make certain you are ready for me here. Is that agreeable to you?”

You nodded dumbly, your forehead pressed to the wood. Everything felt far too warm, your insides molten, and you wanted nothing more than to see him naked again and to touch him. Anything he could give you right now, you ached for. His fingers, his cock, or, Norns, his mouth.

“What has you so excited, darling?” His words were soft, intimately pressed against your skin. “I felt you tighten around my fingers, my sweet minx. Tell me what you want.”

“I was thinking about… about,” You moaned, feeling a second one of his fingers slip into your entrance. “About your mouth.”

You could nearly taste his smirk in his words.

“My mouth? Where?” He played coy, lightly biting at your shoulder.

“You know,” You growled softly, not interested in playing his games.

“No, I’m afraid I do not.” The smug bastard.

“At my cunt.” You said, your patience lost, and he rewarded you with a curl of his fingers.

“Is that what you want, my darling? My mouth at your cunt? You would allow me a taste of that honey?”

“Stop teasing me…” You pleaded softly, gasping as his fingers sped up.

“Say my name.” Was his reply, a plead of his own, and you realized he’d been lightly moving against your back this entire time, his movements growing more insistent.

“Husband…” You whispered up to the ceiling, your turn to play coy.

His fingers stopped their movement in reply, as he clicked his tongue lightly in frustration.

“Do not play with me now, dearest. Not when you are being such a wanton, sodden minx, desperate for her husband.”

“I rather think you are desperate for me, husband.” You retorted breathily.

His free hand moved up, pinching at one of your nipples through your dress.

“You little hellion…” He sounded impressed, if not even more aroused. He liked your bite, you knew that. “You will not get my mouth now, you know… and I was feeling so very generous just a few moments ago, too. A true shame.” He tutted softly. You knew he was playing, something you both did a lot of in such moments. He would give you what you wanted at some point tonight, you were sure. He always gave you what you asked of him.

“What will I get, then?” You were feeling emboldened now, wanting to push him a bit further.

You whined lightly as he removed his fingers from inside you, and he answered with a light chuckle.

“Do not try to keep me inside, darling. I can feel you tightening.” He purred smugly against your shoulder, now squeezing your breast with his free hand.

“What will I get?” You repeated.

“Do not get insolent, darling. You know how much I love it.”

“Loki…” You moved one of your hands behind you, and between your two bodies, wanting to palm at his hard cock, perhaps even give it a teasing squeeze or two.

He let you (naturally) and groaned with pleasure when you did as you’d wanted, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“You will end me.” He warned lightly.

“Stop me, then.” You challenged.

“Are you asking to be restrained, darling?”

“I think you should be, in truth.”

“I would not say no to that… however, whose fingers would pleasure you then?” He teased, panting as you squeezed his cock lightly through his leathers.

“My own, maybe.”

He groaned.

“You would not be cruel enough to deny me of that sight, would you?”

“A question for another time.” You replied, turning around in his arms and pushing him lightly backwards, towards his large bed. He went all too willingly, his clothes dissipating with an easy snap of his fingers, as he moved to lie back on his bed.

“Impatient, then?” He teased, eagerly watching you as you mounted him.

“Your games can get quite tedious, husband.”

“Hm… much like your clothes in this moment, wife. You have far too many of them, for one.” He decreed, his hands tugging on your hips hungrily so that you’d grind against his cock.

“Take them off, then.” You panted, placing a hand on his bare chest for stability.

He grunted, looking at the cut of your dress intently and the way your breasts heaved against it.

“Usually, and you know this, darling, I would love to slowly unlace this delicate dress. But I find myself far too impatient to feel your sweet cunt again.” He rasped, snapping his fingers again and leaving you just as naked as him.

You stared at one another for a moment, before your eyes dragged down and towards his bare chest and all the muscles there. He was truly an irresistible work of art. Loki’s eyes, however, had landed on your breasts far too happily. You eventually, after settling your own hand onto his abdominals for a feel of them (a right you were very much afforded), lifted your hips slightly, intending to finally feel him inside of you again. He raised a brow at the movement, and smirked from his place beneath you.

“As much as I would love to have you ride me, darling, I think not.” He said, suddenly flipping you over and leaving you in his previous spot. Before proceeding, however, he made sure you were comfortable, with a pillow beneath your head. On his way back to leaning over you, Loki got distracted and ended up lavishing your breasts with some light kisses and bites, one of his favourite things to do to you.

You huffed, truly impatient for, frankly, his cock, and you wrapped your legs around him, your ankles crossed and pressing against his (wonderful) behind. He chuckled in reply, placing a hand by your head and propping himself up like that.

“Very well, my impatient temptress.” He purred, taking himself in hand and moaning softly as he stroked himself briefly.

You tried very hard not to look, but could not help it in the end, his sounds too tempting (likely on purpose). Your eyes found his cock, and the way he pleasured himself. He, like you’d felt it earlier, was hard and desperate to have you, precum beading at his reddened tip. His eyes, on your entrance, shut closed as he groaned at the sight of you clenching at the sight of him. Your legs tightened again, pulling him closer, and he chuckled hoarsely, leaning over you fully, his body keeping you in place.

“Impatience is not a feeling princesses should make known, darling.” He chastised teasingly.

“Just fuck me, Loki…” You groaned, your eyes locked on his cock so close to your entrance, while his eyes were solely on your warmed face.

“Impertinent, too.” He mused, leaning down to mouth hungrily at your cheek as he finally entered you.

You both moaned at the feeling, one of your hands coming up to hold onto one of his broad shoulders.

"When did you become so impatient, hm?" He mumbled against your cheek, not moving just yet. 

"Perhaps when you chose to tease me so incessantly." You rebuffed breathlessly. 

He chuckled darkly. 

"Incessantly? That was not incessant, dearest. I will show you what that is like some day, if you remain this deliciously daring with me." 

"Now," He leaned back after pressing a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue briefly meeting yours. He sat back on his heels, his hands grabbing ahold of your legs and letting the backs of your knees rest in the crooks of his elbows. "We shall both get what we want, hm?" He murmured, watching you as he began to thrust. It was teasing, and annoyingly slow, but he held you still, smirk on his face. 

You huffed unhappily, shuffling around slightly, to which Loki replied with a smirk. 

"What is it, darling? I'm fucking you, no?" He cooed.

"Stop it, please... husband." You pleaded, reaching for his hand. He seemed to melt at that, letting go of the leg he'd been holding and lacing your fingers together as he leaned back down closer to you. 

"I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't help but want to hear you beg, just a little." He whispered, kissing you slowly. He began to move properly, then. 

You gasped, and his hand squeezed yours, Loki's eyes fixed on you and your expressions. He moved his other hand down between your bodies, to your clitoris. His first touch there had you mewling out his name, squeezing his hand, too. 

"Does that feel good, my darling?" He panted, which was followed by a wanton groan as you squeezed around him. 

"More..." You pleaded, pulling on his hand and bringing him down for a kiss which quickly turned hungry.

“Do you want my seed?” He gasped against your lips.

You nodded, kissing him again. Every time always led to this this. It started off teasing enough, but by this point, you both always got more serious, more intense. It all became more intimate, and it nearly felt like making love.

“Beg for it.” He pleaded, and you shook your head, grinning as another moan slipped out of your mouth.

He chuckled hungrily and the movement of his thumb at your clitoris picked up speed, making you pause and tilt your head up.

“Loki…” You began, his name sounding incredibly salacious from your mouth.

He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yes, darling…” He encouraged softly, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Loki…” You moaned again, higher in pitch this time.

“I know, dearest… I know…” He mumbled, kissing your brow.

“Loki…!” You gasped, your back arching and your chest pressing up against his. His hand squeezed yours tightly, and he was moaning now, too, feeling you squeezing around him.

As you caught your breath, you kept him close, wrapping your legs around him again. He was almost completely laying over you now, just barely holding himself up with his free hand now that he’d helped you reach your peak with it.

“Please come…” You whispered softly against his cheekbone, knowing your whispers would only bring him closer.

The moan he let out in response was nearly pained, his eyes wild as they met yours. Almost as if he was still seeking permission. You nodded and cupped his face with your free hand.

“I want you to come inside of me, my love.” You murmured in the warmth of his bedchambers, and you knew you’d done it. It almost seemed like the pet name sent him over the edge. He moaned and his thrusts briefly went on before stopping, deep inside of you. The sounds he proceeded to let out only made you squeeze around him again, which only made him let out more. He nearly crushed you, his forehead against your shoulder.

“Norns, I love you…” He said in a daze, and the world went still.

You both seemed to freeze at the same time, and although you remained frozen, he seemed to find it best to move on and act like nothing had happened, because after a minute or so of silence (maybe of him hoping the words had been too quiet), he simply brought your joined hands to his lips and kissed at your hand. Something he always did.

“Loki…” You began, watching him. For once, he wasn’t looking at you. You could feel your heart stuttering, beating so very fast and hard against your ribcage. Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hear him say those words again and again. Against every inch of your body. You did not wish to have him feeling shame for something that had made you feel so wonderful. Something that you’d been experiencing for yourself, yet also hiding from, too.

“My love…” You said this time, trying again.

He looked up, surprised. His cheeks were pink, likely both from the exertion, but also from the confession.

You offered him a small smile, testing the waters.

“I heard you.” You confessed, and he seemed to recoil within himself. He was quick to pull himself out of you and to stand, reaching for his robe.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching him as he came over (with the robe around him now) and helped you under the furs on his bed, making sure you were warm. Even now.

“I must go.” He chuckled mirthlessly. “Lest I make a bigger fool of myself.”

“These are your chambers, husband. Stay. Please. You’ve not made yourself a fool.”

“Haven’t I? I’ve just… I’ve just spoken the words of a weak man.”

“To love is not to be weak. And you did not even hear my response.” You insisted, reaching out to grab a hold of his forearm before he could pull away. “Stay. Come to bed.”

“Why?” He asked weakly, swallowing.

“Because this is your bed.” You pointed out with a small smile. “But also, because I want you here. To fall asleep next to you, in each other’s arms.”

“Why would you want that?” His voice was small, inquisitive.

“I know you to be cleverer than this, my love.” You murmured, sitting up so you could kiss his own knuckles.

“Say it, then. So I am sure.” He pleaded, watching you as if in a trance.

“Because I love you, too.” You said earnestly, placing another kiss to his knuckles.

Slowly, very slowly, Loki seemed to take your words in. Then, he blinked, and slowly untied his robe and got back into bed, as if scared he’d spook you. You happily cuddled up into his side, tangling your legs with his as you both sat up against the headboard.

“I’ve never known you to be this quiet.” You murmured after a while, your hand resting on his chest. His own was around your shoulders, holding you to him.

“I… find myself in unexpected territory.” He confessed, and when you looked up to see his face, you found him already looking at you.

“Unexpected? But you’re so handsome.” An attempt at a soft-hearted tease. At least it finally got a smirk out of him.

“You always manage to surprise me, it seems. I’ve met my match.”

You hummed, both of you meeting halfway for a kiss.

“It was high time for you to get humbled, I think.”

“Mm. We shall speak on this more tomorrow.” He decreed. “I’m too tired for something so important now.” He looked to you to see if you were in agreement, his eyes incredibly soft.

You nodded, and he gave you a kiss to the head in reply.

“It’s a shame, though. That you’re too tired.” You said, turning over briefly to blow out the candle on the nightstand on your side of the bed. He raised in brow in reply. “We usually do not stop after only one attempt.”

He pulled you close again, kissing your temple and then tilting your head so as to kiss your jaw.

“Indeed, we do not. And I must admit, I am rather curious what it shall be like now that we have found ourselves particularly earnest with one another, my love.” He said, words already taking on a sultry edge.

[theleavesofwesteros]

apricot kisses.

➳ Feb. 8th - One of You Gets Silly Drunk

➳ Fluff, Smutty, xF!Reader

➳ CW: they both suffer from severe-married-couple-itis (they want each other bad), dirty talk/flirting, reader is down baddd (real) and under the influence, no drunk sex (but reader tries to initiate), slight exhibitionism, reader squeezes Loki's ass (understandable), and then puts her hands down his pants (don't worry, he very openly likes it), Loki denies reader (hardest thing he's ever done), allusions to morning sex, Loki is infatuated with his drunk/tipsy wife, reader steals something, Loki is kinda moody initially (same), reader wants to climb Loki, no mention of y/n.

➳ A/N: day 8!!! I need to actually lock in and get to writing for the last few days of this challenge hihi!! I have an exam tuesday and I've had a bunch of assignments to give in the past few days BUT things will free up after tuesday morning :) (for a week or so)

➳ (1.3k words)

➳ link to event masterlist!

(this gif is also great, it's that deviously sexy grin I think) (one of my favs)

(gif by @nightcrawler0213 !!)

Loki was not often caught off guard. Now, however, he most certainly was. His wife had gone off with his mother and their ladies in order to try new wines that had come in from different Realms. New flavours, new colours, new bottles. An elaborate affair. He had been invited, naturally, but he’d not been in the mood when the offer had been given, so he’d denied it. And he’d promptly regretted it when he’d kissed his darling goodbye, watching her traipse off in one of her beautiful gowns towards the gardens, where the tasting would take place.

However, just as he’d felt himself growing upset at potentially missing out on something wonderfully exciting (something involving his wife was always particularly more entertaining), she came back to their chambers, bringing excitement all on her own. He had been reading when she’d returned. Initially, when he’d heard the loud opening of the doors to their chambers, he’d thought it was Thor. He’d dispelled that idea the moment he heard a girlish giggle. Immediately, intrigue had filled him, and his sense for mischief had sharpened. Whatever had just walked in to disturb his uneventful evening sounded fun.

And there he was, now standing at the doors to their bedchambers, watching his wife stumble into their sitting rooms with an unabashed grin on her face, her hair slightly unkempt. And, most interestingly, a wine bottle in her hand.

“Darling…?”

“Darling!” She squealed at the sound of his voice, turning towards the sound of it.

She seemed wobbly, and at least slightly unsteady. He was quick to rush over to her, arms wrapping around her middle to keep her secure.

“Mmm, my husband…” She purred, pressing her lips against his cheek and just making kissing noises.

“How much wine did you try, exactly, darling?” Loki asked, amused.

“Oh, I’ve no idea. It was madness! Apricot, prune, raspberries… the wine makers have gone mad! I lost count at 10.”

“Bottles?” He asked, grinning.

“Nooo,” She admonished, looking at him as if it was obvious. “Kinds of wine!”

“You are drunk, pet.”

“Drunk? Princesses do not get drunk. I was told that in my lessons.”

“Well, I rather think they meant it as a rule of thumb, not as an impossibility. Either that, or you’ve just made the impossible possible.”

She preened at his words.

“Well, I do tend to do that.”

“… Why do you have a bottle with you, my love?”

She looked to him, and then down to her hands, confused and then surprised, to find a wine bottle there.

“Oh. I suppose I stole it?”

“Stole it?” He repeated, surprised.

“Stole it… yes! I stole it. I believe it was implied that we should not… but breaking the rules is fun. Someone told me that once.” She mused, cackling at herself once she focused in on the bottle again.

“Yes, I wonder who that was…” Loki said, pulling her into his chest again and caressing the back of her head gently, prying the wine bottle from her hand and setting it aside.

“You look so handsome, my love… I find myself desiring most desperately to climb you.” She purred, reaching for his face and pulling him down for a messy kiss.

“Climb me?” He mused, looking at her with fondness. “You are not at all your usual self, my darling.”

“I am more myself than ever before! More daring than ever. We should make love in the hallways.”

“With the Einherjar there, love?” He tilted his head in amusement.

She waved her hand.

“Who cares? They will not say! Moreover, you always say I have wonderful breasts. Let us spread the joy of them.” She declared boldly, looking at him as she squeezed her breasts once.

Loki had never been more amused in his life, and he’d been at the center of hundreds of ridiculously improbable situations.

“We will not be doing that, darling, no.” He denied her gently, reaching for her hands and kissing her knuckles one by one.

“Fine…” She giggled. “Can I see you naked, then?” She laughed some more, eyes sparkling.

“Naked?” He raised a brow, amused. “Why?”

“I like your legs… and your cock. And your ass.” She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth.

Loki snorted, pulling her into his arms again.

“Let us get you into bed, my troublemaking hellion.” He said fondly.

“Bed is boring.” She insisted, her hands (around him) moving south and palming at his behind, even managing to squeeze it.

“Darling.” He reproached her softly, smirk evident in his voice.

“Were all of you in such a state by the end?” He asked, beginning to pull her towards their bedchambers.

“Some of the ladies were laughing quite a bit as well, and were all flushed… Your mother seemed fine, though.” She recalled languidly, now busying herself with trying to get her hands into his trousers.

“Unsurprising.” Loki answered, unperturbed (if not enticed and charmed) by her hands.

“Will I get to climb you now?” She asked excitedly, seeing their bed come into her near vicinity.

“You will get to climb into bed, yes.”

“Boring.” She said, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. “We should do something interesting. Like play a trick on Thor! You could…” She shook her head around, perhaps to signify his magic. “And we could make Thor’s things entirely too large and make him think he has become miniscule!”

“My darling, I am constantly surprised by how much I love you.” Loki said, brushing some of her hair back. “And that, is a genius idea. I shall store it away for a rainy day.”

“You should store me away…” She purred, stumbling slightly on nothing and then bursting into laughter.

“That makes no sense, my love.” He chuckled along with her, hands moving to begin undoing her gown’s laces. Immediately, she raised a brow, winking at him. But he shook his head gently, smiling. “Not tonight, my heart.”

She huffed, pressing her nose against his chest and inhaling deeply.

“But you smell so nice!”

“I will smell the same in the morning, I promise.” He replied calmly, helping her out of her gown.

“Will you at least sleep naked?” She said, batting her lashes and trying (and failing) to hide a devious grin at her own idea.

“Will that make you get into bed?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Fine. But nothing will happen, understand, my love?”

She eventually begrudgingly agreed, and Loki managed to get her ready for bed and curled up into his side. She was half-asleep and tracing shapes into his chest when she spoke. He was almost certain she wasn’t aware that she was doing it.

“I stole the bottle because… I thought you’d like the taste.” His heart warmed at her words.

In truth, it had warmed from the moment she’d walked through the doors, stumbling and laughing like a gorgeous fool.

“Is that so, my love? My little devious romantic.” He kissed her head. “What flavour did you get me?”

“Mm… can’t remember. Go read it.” She urged, lifting her hand off his chest to wave it lazily in the general direction of their sitting room before it fell back onto his chest with a thump.

He kissed her head with another soft laugh, pulling her in closer to his side. She was safe, she was happy, and she’d included him in something he’d excluded himself from. What more could he ever want from this perfect woman?

She surprised him when she suddenly spoke again when he’d thought she was long gone into the land of dreams.

“I will climb you tomorrow.” She threatened weakly.

“I look forward to it.” He whispered against her hair, utterly unbothered and entirely happy to let her try.

[ghostly-lee]

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I rarely do portraits

[societyfolklore]

Stop Talking

Title: Stop Talking

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader (cos Slinky boy makes everything better right now)

Warnings: Just kissing…  

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Entry for Candy Heart Sleepover Challenge @the-slumberparty

Prompt: Feb 27th Kiss me - don’t speak, just kiss!

Loki was mid–rant when you realised you’d lost the thread entirely.

You had started out listening. Truly. You’d curled into the big reading chair by the fire, book open in your lap, one knee tucked up beneath you as he paced the length of the chamber like a caged panther in rich green and black.

“…and then Thor, in his infinite oafish wisdom, decided that despite my very clear instructions, it would be more ‘honourable’ to charge in headfirst-”

He gestured sharply, fingers slicing through the air, cloak swaying with every turn. The firelight threw gold along his cheekbones, catching in the dark sweep of his hair as it loosened from its careful styling.

His mouth moved, expressive, shaping every complaint with almost theatrical precision.

You had meant to pay attention.

Really.

But somewhere between ‘the council of idiots’ and ‘Hogun’s insufferable smirk,’ your focus had slipped. Your book had fallen half–closed, spine heavy against your thigh. Your cheek had found your palm, elbow braced on the arm of the chair as you watched him move.

He was very handsome when he was frustrated.

That was the problem.

“-and then,” Loki continued, oblivious to your wandering thoughts, “he had the audacity, the sheer, staggering gall, to imply that my strategy was ‘overly complicated.’” His voice lifted on the last words, mocking Thor’s tone, eyes flashing. “As though subtlety is some kind of defect and not a concept his brain simply cannot grasp.”

He turned again.

You tracked him like you were following a constellation.

The way his brows pinched when he was truly irritated. The little line that formed between them when he replayed something on the edge of outrage. The curve of his mouth as he sneered, as he scoffed.

“…if he would listen for once in his life, we might have finished the entire affair in half the time, with far fewer bruises, and I-are you even hearing a word I am saying?”

You blinked, straightening up in the chair,

“Of course,” you said automatically.

He stopped pacing.

One long, elegant finger lifted in a classic Loki gesture of accusation. “You are not,” he said. “You have that look.”

“What look?” you asked, narrowing your eyes, though your lips twitched. You’d probably let a smile creep onto your face.

“The one where you pretend you are listening but are actually… drifting.” He flicked his hand vaguely near his temple. “You’re off somewhere in that head of yours.”

You fought the smile from spreading “Maybe I just like hearing you talk.”

He scoffed, but colour touched the tops of his cheekbones. “Flattery, darling, while appreciated, does not excuse the fact that my brother is an imbecile and no one seems to acknowledge the depth of my suffering.”

He dropped into the armchair opposite you with all the dramatic weight of a king displaced from his throne. The leather creaked under him. Limbs sprawled, long legs stretching out, boots planted wide. He looked very put–upon. Very indignant.

Very, very kissable.

He raked a hand through his hair, sending the already-mussed strands into further disarray, and you felt something in your chest tighten.

“All I ask,” he went on, “is that for once, just once, someone say ‘Loki, that was brilliant, we should have listened to you from the beginning,’ but no- oh no, clearly I am destined to be surrounded by-”

You set your book aside.

He didn’t notice at first. He was still talking, hands moving, voice rising and falling in familiar cadences as he dissected every slight, every misstep, every moment that had offended his pride. Some quip from Frandal  some rolled eye from Sif. It all flowed from him in a stream of sharp words and restless energy.

You stood.

He noticed that.

His gaze tracked you as you crossed the space between your chair and his, the firelight warming your skin, casting your shadow long across the floor. His tirade did not falter, but his eyes followed the sway of your steps with growing suspicion.

“…and if Volstagg insists on-darling, what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you climbed into his lap.

You did it without hesitation, with the easy familiarity of someone who had done it a hundred times before. Your knee brushed the outside of his thigh, then the other, until you were straddling him, skirts carefully arranged, your weight settling over him with deliberate softness.

Loki’s rant stuttered.

His hands came up automatically, one bracing at your waist, the other hovering uselessly in the air between you as though he couldn’t quite decide whether to steady you or continue gesturing.

“Ah,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I see we have abandoned the chair.”

“You can stop talking now,” you murmured.

You cupped his face in both hands, thumbs brushing the high arc of his cheekbones, leaning forward and kissed him.

Whatever he’d been about to say vanished against your mouth.

For a heartbeat he went utterly still, surprise flickering through him. Then his lips parted under yours, the tension melting as easily as snow under sunlight. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer with a soft, possessive sound.

Even caught off guard, he recovered quickly. His mouth moved against yours with growing hunger, matching your pace, answering the press of your lips with a slow, seeking slide of his own. You felt the faint rasp of his breath on your cheek, the cool brush of his nose against yours.

But he tried to speak.

Of course he did.

“You realise,” he managed between kisses, words ghosting over your lips, “this does not address the utter-”

You pulled back just enough to see his mouth moving, his brows still faintly drawn as if the complaint was physically unable to stay contained.

“Shh,” You tapped a finger lightly against his lower lip. “Kissing now.”

His eyes darkened.

“Oh?” he murmured, the feel of his lips still moving against the skin pressed to his mouth “Is that an official decree?”

“Yes,” You nodded kissed him harder before he could argue.

He made a low sound in his throat at that, something pleased and faintly undone. His hand fisted in the back of your dress, the other sliding up along your spine, fingers spreading between your shoulder blades. You felt him shift beneath you, thighs tensing, body instinctively angling to meet the new pressure of your weight.

The world outside the circle of his arms fell away.

All that remained was the heat of his mouth, the velvet press of his lips, the way he followed every retreat with a gentle, insistent chase. You tilted your head and he hummed in approval, the tip of his tongue brushing against yours in a slow, teasing stroke that sent a shiver down your spine.

He tried again, stubborn even now.

“You know Thor will only-”

You growled a little, cut him off with another kiss, stealing the words from his tongue.

“Loki,” you said softly against his mouth, your breath mingling, “don’t speak. Just kiss me.”

His eyes met yours at that; full of something that had nothing to do with Thor or any of the thousands of petty grievances he could catalogue.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“You like me that way,” you replied.

He huffed a quiet, helpless laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath your palms.

“Tragically,” he purred a little “Yes.”

You smiled against his lips, then dragged your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way it slipped like silk between them, the way his eyelids fluttered at the sensation. With a small shift of your hips, you settled more securely in his lap, your knees tightening at his sides.

Loki’s breath caught.

His hands, previously content at your back and waist, splayed wider, thumbs stroking slow circles just above the curve of your hips as though he couldn’t help himself.

“See?” you murmured. “Better than a rant.”

He arched a brow, though his gaze had already dropped to your mouth again. “You are proposing yourself as a distraction, then?”

You brushed your lips across his in a feather–light kiss that barely counted as contact. “I’m proposing,” you continued, “that we find better things to occupy your mind.”

One dark eyebrow climbed higher. “Plural.”

“If you stop talking,” you added.

He made a theatrical show of sighing, though his hands tightened on you like he had no intention of letting go. “Very well. For the good of the realm, I shall suffer in silence.”

You laughed, the sound muffled as he caught your mouth again, apparently now fully committed to the new cause.

This kiss was slower.

Deeper.

His lips softened, moulding to yours with an intimacy that had nothing to do with frustration and everything to do with how many times he’d kissed you before. His fingers traced idle lines up your spine, over your ribs, memorising you all over again. Your own hands roamed from his jaw to the column of his throat, feeling the flutter of his pulse as you mouthed at the corner of his lips, the edge of his smile.

He tasted faintly of wine and mischief and something uniquely, unmistakably him.

You felt him relax under you, inch by inch, armour peeling away with every pass of your mouth against his. The sharp line of his shoulders loosened. The tension between his brows smoothed. The restless need to move, to gesture, to dissect every slight faded, replaced by a different kind of energy entirely.

“See?” you whispered, when you finally drew back just far enough to look at him properly.

Loki’s pupils were blown wide, cheeks faintly flushed, lips kiss–swollen and faintly damp. He stared up at you like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.

“I rest my case,” This was better.

His fingers tightened at your hips, a slow, wicked smile curving his mouth.

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, voice a low purr now, all the earlier sharpness melted into something warm and dangerous, “I think I’ve only just begun to present mine.”

Before you could answer, he tugged you down again, swallowing your laugh with another kiss;  deeper, surer, every bit of his formidable attention finally, blessedly, exactly where you wanted it.

[theleavesofwesteros]

to covet.

➳Loki x F!Reader

➳SMUT

➳CW: Enemies to lovers/enemies who are lovers(?) but not really, Loki is jealous, Loki eye-fucking Reader at the beginning lol, no mention of y/n, Reader is kind of a bitch to Loki (to egg him on), hating/teasing one another as a form of foreplay? (they come up with new things every time I write for them guys), exhibitionism, dry humping, dirty talk, breast worship, secret-ish yearning (from them both)?, some poor noble guy gets used by both of them for their freaky little game, do they hate each other? yeah kind, do they want each other? oh yes, are they together? even I don't know, UNBETAED as hell (it is nearly 2 am here and this is wayyyy past my usual bedtime, I'm exhauted goodnight)

➳A/N: hello to all my loki enjoyers, did you miss me <3 uni reading week is upon me (bless) which hopefully means lots of opportunities to write!! this is me sort of fulfilling a request I got in my comment section by @nebulas-rsuperkool :) but also the idea was cool so i ran with it! thanks! let me know what you think guys <3

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(~2.3k words)

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Norns, he was going to drive you up the bloody wall. Who did he think he was, staring at you like that from across the hall? Yes, you supposed that he was a prince of Asgard, but nonetheless, you felt he had no right. And felt that he should somehow learn the meaning of shame. He was leering at you like a starving beast and was not even making a weak attempt at hiding it. His audacity astounded you, and always had.

It had also always managed to arouse you, but that was entirely besides the point at the moment.

You did your best not to show him that he had even a sliver of your attention. He was already deriving far too much pleasure from simply staring at you. He looked lovely in his leathers, though. A newer model of them, you thought, slightly different from his usual. A bit more black to it, and a few more snakes embossed into it, perhaps. It suited him quite wonderfully, but you would rather die than admit it, much less to his devilish face.

It took Loki longer than usual to approach you and the feelings that fact stirred up in you did not much please you at all. There were no good reasons for you to feel any sort of disappointment at his supposed hesitations at approaching you. You would be better for it, even. Out of the direct path his chaos would inevitably take.

“My lady,” His voice slithered over you, the back of your neck prickling as your skin seemed to recognize him from nothing at all.

“Prince Loki,” You replied cordially, only granting him a polite bow of your head.

He stepped closer to you, further into your space, his hands behind his back. He was likely picking at his fingers, like you knew him to do, so as to keep his hands off his favoured daggers.

“Are you enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Certainly. A most lovely evening organized by the All-Mother.”

“Truly? Interesting. I thought enjoyment came of shared company. And yet, I do not see you sharing your time with another.”

“My company was unbothered until quite recently, your grace.” You shot him a glare out of the side of your eye, his lips curling at the feeling it stirred in him. “It seems my luck has ended, however.”

“Luck and mischief do not meld well, my lady. Not from the view of the loser, that is.” Loki hummed lowly, and you felt yourself grow lighter when his eyes left you (although briefly) to look over the other guests in attendance.

“Are you bored?” He asked you now, quieter than before, angled towards you subtly.

“What business is it to you?”

Loki chuckled softly. He was close enough to you, and there was no one behind you, so that he could safely move the arm closest to you from behind his back and subtly touch your lower back with his hand.

“I was raised to have my guests’ needs above my own at all times, my lady. So, indulge your prince, are you bored?”

“I highly doubt that you could somehow heighten my amusement tonight, my prince.”

“You slander myself and my talents, my lady. I ought to be offended. Perhaps even throw you down in the dungeons.”

“The same ones you were in previously?” You whispered, turning your head to look at him, a raise to your brow.

“Impudent.” He hissed, pinching your side.

“Why? You have told me in great detail about your enjoyment of restraints.” You were certainly pushing the limits of propriety now, but you felt you could not stop. If anyone heard you, eyebrows would be raised (and remain thus) for the next few days.

“I have told you nothing of the sort.”

“Oh?” You leaned in, his lies getting the better of you once again. “Is it your cock that whispered that confession to me, then?”

Loki turned his face towards yours, glowering down at you.

“Just who do you think you are?”

“One of your guests. Which,” You cocked your head to the side. “means I am owed your services, apparently.”

“If I am partial to offering them.”

“You seemed partial enough moments ago.”

“Yes, before you dared to speak to your prince in such a way.” He hissed, his lip curled in displeasure (though you could see want there too).

You looked into his eyes, saw the darkness in them that had been there from the moment you’d joined the rest of guests this evening and had only gotten more potent as the night had gone on. Your eyes betrayed you by slipping down to his mouth, and his tongue seemed to feel the heat of your gaze there, because it slipped out of his mouth to lick at his lips.

“A prince this eager to offer his services to his guests.” You clicked your tongue, eyes meeting his once more. “You must truly be desperate to prove your worth.”

You knew you’d just signed your own fate with that, what with the surprised spark of fury lighting up his eyes.

That was surely at least part of the reason why you found yourself in his arms in a moderately secluded alcove a mere few minutes later, his teeth biting at your neck.

“The mouth on you…” He grunted, biting onto what felt like the last bit of untouched skin on your neck.

You stayed quiet, both to try and remain your presence a secret for any possible passerby and to rile him up further.

“You are quiet now? How fascinating. Always when I want you loudest.” Your eyes closed, it is your body that feels his hand trailing up from around your middle to cup one of your breasts.

“He seemed quite close to you tonight.” The words caught your attention, though you’d missed the beginning. You hummed softly; your mind clearly muddled from his attention. It irritated you just as much as it elated him.

“Your suitor.” He repeated against your ear.

“I don’t have a suitor.” You whispered breathily, moaning lightly when Loki’s lips fastened around the spot he’d previously bitten.

“No?” Your skin pulled free from his lips. “Does he know that?”

“Who are you talking about?” You huffed, letting out a second breath as Loki pulled you flush to his chest.

“That blonde imbecile, that lordling who has been hoarding you for the past week.” The title was a snarl out of Loki’s mouth.

“Hoarding me?” You scoffed.

Loki’s hand, the one at your breast, squeezed once, causing you to let out a languid sigh.

“I have thought of these breasts all day.” He whispered, the words filthy from his mouth.

“A waste of a princely mind, then. If all you think about is a lady’s bosom.”

“The finest bosom in all the Nine.” He had not even the patience to argue with you this time. His teeth caught your earlobe, and it was only then that you seemed to notice the way his cock was practically rutting into you from behind. You had made him desperate, after all. The knowledge thrilled you.

“To think that he lusts after them, too.” Loki began his spiting anew, one of his thighs sliding between your own.

“I still do not… know who you speak of.” You gasped, his other hand urging you back onto his thigh, so perfectly firm and toned, almost as if for your pleasure alone.

“That useless frog who looks at you as if he spends his every waking moment imagining your name alongside his.”

Right as your mind began to conjure up an image of the man you believed Loki was talking about, his thigh pressed ever so precisely against the apex of your thighs and a shudder of elation ran through you.

“I am not interested in having his name attached to mine.” You panted, reaching a hand back to palm at Loki’s behind, encouraging his thrusts against you and the pace you felt he ought to maintain.

“Good.” Loki was panting, too, mouthing at your jaw hotly. “It would ruin the beauty of yours.”

You let out a keening moan when you felt the recognizable shape of his fingers against your clitoris, something you knew to be technically impossible, what with both his hands currently occupied with holding either one of your breasts or your middle to his.

“Finally,” He growled, happy. “A proper sound out of you, darling. You filthy girl. You were wanting my hands on you, after all. Such a pitiful liar, avoiding my eyes all while soaking your undergarments at the thought of me near you.”

You rocked against him, the feeling of his fingers combined with his thigh against you bringing you ever closer to your crest.

“He could never make you feel like this.” He hissed. “He is a pitiful man. Not even with magic such as mine could he leave you aching thus.” Another lingering kiss to your neck. “How many times shall I make you come, hm? And in an alcove, no less. Desperate enough for me to let yourself be pleasured by me in public.” He clicked his tongue.

“Not public…” You insisted breathily, eyes struggling to open, looking towards the way you’d came, no one coming your way.

“No? Listen closer, pet.” Loki cooed, taunting you.

You did as he asked, though it was incredibly difficult, your mind mostly focused on what he was making you experience between your legs. It took you longer than you would like to admit, but you eventually picked up on the sound of voices that felt like they were coming towards the very alcove you were both hidden away in.

“Oh, did you notice?” He cooed again, all mean and smug. “Do you recognize his voice? He shall certainly recognize yours.”

Ice cold clarity slid down your back and your top teeth seemed to bite into your bottom lip of their own volition, all while you pressed yourself further into Loki’s embrace. He chuckled.

“Deny it all you wish, darling, but I know the thought of it thrills you. Having him hear us, having him hear you while you cum. Perhaps you will even be good enough to let out a sweet cry of my name for him.” His words were a mere whisper against your throat, not having once stopped the movements that were only bringing you closer to madness.

You shook your head in reply, your eyes rolling back in your head as his fingers (the magic ones he’d made appear beneath your skirts) sped up their movements against your clitoris.

“No? You feel capable of remaining quiet even while I do this to you? Shall I get on my knees for you and feast on your cunt? I think we both know how loud you get when I do that.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You tried your best attempt at a hiss.

“Wouldn’t I? I thought we’d gotten close enough for you to know me well enough by now, pet. To know me and my limits.” He purred.

“You are…” You mewled, arching against him slightly as you, despite your wishes, began to reach the very height of your pleasure. “Obsessed.”

“Obsessed? With what? I dare you to tell me, without interruption.”

Oh, you hated it when he acted clueless like this. When he played with you right as you lost your composure, even if for a few brief moments.

“It is not…” You gasped sharply, your hand gripping onto his bicep. “You’ve no right to be brought to anger due to my suitors.”

“So you admit that he is your suitor?” He whispered darkly, and you noticed with a jolt of fear that the voices you’d heard moments ago were growing louder. “It is only right that I eliminate the weakest links for you. The ones that do not even deserve a second thought from you.”

“Why-” You moaned, the sound catching you off-guard more than it had Loki. You were well and truly holding onto your sanity for dear life now, trying to hold the tide of pleasure back. “Why you?”

“Why? Because I am your prince, and I choose how to occupy myself.” He squeezed your breast again. “Now cum for me, and let that pest hear just how much of a chance he has with you.” He growled, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, bringing you deep onto the meat of his thigh.

You finally, unable to resist any longer to all that Loki had put you through, came against him, a long shiver going through your entire body as you let out a cry of his name that Loki would have surely described as ‘simply enchanting’. You fell back against him, the back of your head hitting his shoulder, and you thought you felt him press a kiss to your temple.

“Perfectly done, darling.” He praised, now sounding completely calm and composed (though his cock was still achingly hard against you). “That ingrate will certainly become disenchanted with the notion of you being his after this.”

“I still…” You finally felt like you’d caught your breath, though you let him continue to hold you up. “I still do not understand why you are so ridiculously preoccupied with something so futile.”

“Futile?” He clicked his tongue, the entire hallway now deathly quiet. “There can only ever be the very best for you. That is something I have sworn to uphold. He did not even deserve a moment of your precious time.”

“And I assume you find yourself to be the very best?” You raised a brow.

“Naturally.” You could not have ignored the sound of his grin even if you had tried. And you did not.

[soulpiercing]

Really loved this! I need more lol!!

[starry-eyedromantics]

The Myth of a God & Love pt.12🐍

Part 1 start here

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.6k

T/W: Tension, cussing, smut, angsty feelings

A/N: Hi everyone! Here's a new chapter! I see the end of this fic coming and it's making me a little sad! I'll just have to keep writing and see where it takes me hehe. Enjoy this next part! There's trouble coming for you and Loki...

🐍

I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose…

His voice rings in your head like a canary. You barely spoke a word to him on the way back to the penthouse. You’re in complete shock after seeing that video too. He has it all figured out and nothing was in his way. He had centuries to figure this all out, the fact that you’d even question him seems ridiculous. You’re way over your head and have no possible way to make this better.

You stay silent as you go up the elevator with him. Once you step foot back into the living room, you feel his hand grab your wrist and stop you in your tracks. You look up at him, eyes dark and alluring. He pulls you to his chest and gives you a long, passionate kiss. It feels so intoxicating, you’re practically lightheaded after. You sigh against him and relish the feeling of his lips on yours. You reach up on your toes to touch his face and you can feel a smile form on his face.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

You struggle to catch your breath in between kisses and look at him uneasily.

“I didn’t do anything,” you say sheepishly.

“You didn’t leave me, that’s more than I could have ever asked for,” he quips, leaning in for another kiss.

“Now what?” You ask nervously.

He looks a little baffled by the question and caresses your face gently.

“Now I do what I was born to do. Be a king,” he says plainly.

You don’t respond to him. You try to shove down the horrible anxiety flooding your mind when you think of what he might do to gain that official role. To be king of earth… billions of people all under one commander. 

You nod your head and peel yourself away from his grasp. He doesn’t rush to you, he lets you have your space. You take a seat on the couch and try to keep yourself calm. 

“Do you need anything?” He asks softly.

You shake your head and give him a little smile, trying to hide how scared you are with this all.

“I need to take care of some other things, I’ll be back a little later,” he tells you.

He turns to leave, his scepter still in his hand and you watch the elevator doors close.

Being finally alone makes you feel the whole weight of the world on your shoulders. You hear Brenden’s words try to suffocate you and weigh on your chest. God what have you done? He was right, you created a monster. Loki is not going to stop until he gets what he wants. Whether you wanted to accept it or not, you are an accomplice in all of this.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket and it doesn’t stop. A mess of news notifications pop up on your screen as well as a million missed calls from Skylar. Shit, she’s probably freaking out about all of this. You haven’t talked to her in days and that isn’t like you. You have to tell her so she knows you're alive but you can’t go into much detail. Mainly for her own safety. All of this was going to get messy and you’re hoping that it wouldn’t cost you a friend in the midst of it all.

You unlock your phone and scan through the hundred unread text messages from her. She’s in full-blown panic mode and is ready to call the cops to look for you. You gather yourself together and call her back, trying to stay as calm as possible. It rings once and she picks up.

“Y/N?!” She says frantically.

You clear your throat, “Hi Sky,” you say softly.

“Oh my God y/n! Oh my God, you’re okay! Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been worried sick! You haven’t answered a single one of my calls or texts!” She says exasperated.

“I know, I’m sorry-,” You begin to say but she cuts you off.

“Sorry? That’s all I get? You’ve had me worried sick for these last few days after disappearing to him,” she says scathingly, unable to even utter his name. 

“Are you still with him?” She asks disgusted.

“Yes,” you say softly, “I’m safe though, please don’t worry too much.”

“What, are you serious? You’re with him?! Did you see that message that everyone got? Please, you need to stay with me from now on,” she tells you.

“Sky, I need you to listen to me okay? I’m okay, I swear. I’m not in any danger, he won’t hurt me,” you assure her. You’re probably the only human on this earth that he won’t endanger and that thought alone sends a shiver right down your spine.

“No y/n… do you hear how insane that sounds? You can’t trust him,” he says firmly.

“But I do and there’s nothing that can change that Sky. Please just know I’m fine and I’m taken care of. I’ll call you if I need anything but I’m staying here.”

A long silence stems from the other line and you’re not sure if she’s hung up.

“Sky? Are you still there…” More silence fills the receiver. “I’m sorry… I had no control over this happening,” you whisper.

“You always have a choice,” she says gently.

You’ve spoken the same words to Loki but as time has gone by, you have doubts that it’s even true.

“Bye Skylar.”

You hang up the phone, tears rolling down your cheeks, knowing you might have just pushed away your best friend and chosen a god over her.

*

It’s well past midnight and Loki isn’t back yet. You tried not to freak out about it but you really wanted to know what he was doing. You powered down your phone and threw it in a drawer. You didn’t want to see another article or anything else that was happening in the world. You hope Loki is honest enough that he’ll tell you the truth about what he’s doing out there. It’s hard to distract yourself when you know the world below you is changing before you and you had a hand in it. 

You clear your mind and take a long shower, letting the hot water numb you from it all. You wrap a towel around you before sifting through the drawers to find something to wear tonight. Something white catches your eye. You pick it up by its straps and reveal to yourself the sheer, lacy babydoll that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

Dear god did he buy this for you!? Was he just waiting for you to stumble upon this? Your cheeks blush at just the thought of him waiting to see you in this and the awful things he’d do to you in it. 

You hear footsteps in the hallway and you freeze, your heart rattling by in your chest. The footsteps stop short of the bedroom door and you stay in the closet. Maybe he won’t know you’re in here. 

“Are you hiding from me my pretty one,” he bellows, his voice slightly amused 

You tense at the sound of his voice, not wanting to make him wait for you a second longer. 

You slowly peek out of the closet, your hands clutching your chest to keep your towel on. 

“No… I was just getting something to change into,” you say softly. 

You take a look at him and he looks as though he’s been going through a battle. He looks a bit disheveled and beads of sweat cling to his temples. His eyes look fiery and dangerous as usual but there’s something different about them. He looks a bit worn out and you've never really seen him like that unless he was using his powers. 

A pit in your stomach appears, not liking what this means.

“Where have you been?” You asks concerned. 

“Just out… picking a new place for us to live,” he says wryly. 

“Oh, where will we go?” You ask nervously. 

“The tallest building in the city. For you my darling, only the best,” he smiles. 

You try to keep calm the best you can. 

“And how did you get that?”

“Well, they fully accepted me as their king. Said I may have anything I please,” he says slyly. 

Oh god, so it begins… his reign. 

“King…” you mumble under breath, half terrified. 

“And what do we have here?” He asks, taking a step forward.

You still have the lingerie in your hand, crumpled up against your chest. He distracts you and blush at the way he’s looking at you. The fact you still had it in your hand makes you so embarrassed. 

“Did you want me in this?” You ask sheepishly. 

He bites his lip, intrigued by the proposal. 

“I would love that… to have wearing that while I slowly ravish you… that sound you love to make for me… I think this would be the perfect outfit while we’re in our new home.” He grins.

“Oh I see,” you mumble, your mind racing at  what at he might do to you. “When can I see this new place?”

He slides his hand to the back of your neck and kisses you slowly. You stifle a sigh and nearly shake in his presence. 

“Get a some clothes on and I’ll show you. It's ready for you,” he tells you. 

*

You wrap your arms around yourself as you both get in the elevator and ride to the top where the new penthouse is. Your jaw nearly drops when you see how big this place is. It had a completely open layout, a decorative bar, Loki’s daggers on the table, black marble floors that are so shiny you can practically see your reflection in them. 

You go to the window and see the glimmering lights of the city. Another breathtaking view of your favorite place on earth. Sirens wailed in the distance and echoed against the tall buildings. You feel his hands wrap around your body like ivy, covering every inch of you in him. He places a tender kiss on your neck and breathes in your scent. Your body lights up and you shiver at his closeness. 

He takes his hands off of you momentarily, then peels off your long coat. He makes this disgruntled sound behind you when he sees what you’re wearing. You slipped on that lacy babydoll and hoped it would keep him distracted from going out there and causing more trouble. His hands go back to your hips and twists your body around to face him. 

He still looks tired, drained almost, like he hasn’t slept in days. His eyes still contained that wild look that could make your heart stop. They’re just way too blue and not normal. You can’t form any words and have to wait for what he says. The way he looks at you is like he’s hungry… starving for your attention again like the very first night he saw you. 

His hands cup your breasts in his hands and plays with your nipples through the thin material. You breathe in sharply and feel the longing feelings bloom inside you. 

“You are a tease, you know that hmm?” He grumbles, kissing your neck again. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“I know, you’re my Achilles heel too,” you breathe, going in for a kiss.

You place your hands on his face and get startled at how he feels. His skin feels cool to the touch and beads of sweat drip down from his hairline. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You say worried. 

He winces a bit at your touch and nods his head, “yes, I’ve never been better. I just missed you,” he says shakily. 

You’re not convinced and know he’s lying. 

“I missed you, but you aren’t the same. You feel sick or something.”

“I’m fine I promise. I just need you close to me.”

“What do you need from me then?” You ask. 

He takes your hand and starts to lead you to another room. This place had high ceiling and dozens of doors that you assumed lead to different bedrooms. But Loki leads you to the very last room and through double doors, a giant suite. 

Inside stood a black throne with three steps leading to it. On the opposite wall, a huge bed made for a king with a draping canopy over the bed. Four posts erected from the bed’s frame and silky black sheets fit perfectly over the mattress. Your head feels dizzy being in here and with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, you wanted to collapse. 

He walks slowly to the throne, setting his scepter down on the side of him. He sits down, spreading his legs and kicking one leg out straight. Damn he looks so inviting like that. A perfect seat for you. 

“Come to me,” he commands. 

You feel like his power is taking over you. But you know it’s just he’s irresistible charisma that you will gladly kneel to. You take one step to him and wait, knowing he already has a plan.

“Come here, sit down,” he directs you, patting his thigh.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from making a sound. You nod your head instead, taking a few more steps toward him and your eyes feasting on how good he looks. Those long legs made you weak and the way he sits there… like a powerful king born for this.

You sit down and wrap your arm around his neck, looking into those dangerous, stormy blue eyes. He takes you all in like this, his hand sliding up your calf, pulling your hair off your shoulders and licking his lips when his eyes get back up to your lips.

“So pretty for me. Tell me, do you like it here?” He asks.

“Yes, it’s wonderful. Thank you,” you say shyly. You don’t know what else to say in this situation. His reign is starting and he was going to get anything he wanted. 

“Good I’m glad, this is where we will stay for a little while,” he smiles, his hand slipping to your face and holding you by the back of your neck. The slightest touch makes you shudder but now, it’s more than ever. He’s more powerful than he’s ever been. It’s like you can feel him shake slightly when he touches you, unable to get a full grasp on his new power.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask quietly, caressing his face in your hand. 

“Yes, I just want you… It’s so overwhelming…” he breathes.

Your eyebrows furrow and see he’s not his normal self. He won’t tell you what’s really going on even if you beg. You nervously search on his face for any sign but he’s shrouded in secrecy. 

You don’t want to see him like this anymore and you lean in, placing a fiery kiss on his lips. He isn’t expecting such ferocity from you but you feel him welcome it wholeheartedly. He wraps his hands around you tighter, kissing you feverishly and barely giving you a chance to breathe. You moan against him, his hands making you feel on fire and your body beginning to ache with need. 

His hand slithers up your thigh and teases there, his fingers rubbing circles inches away from your core. You squirm in his lap, dying for any friction he can give you but he loves to make you wait. You slip your tongue in his mouth, moaning for him to keep going but he finds it more amusing to see you whimper for him.

“What is it my darling?” He teases, kissing your nose.

“Please touch me,” you whimper.

“I am, you’re going to have to be a little more specific,” he taunts. 

“You’re mean,” you grumble.

He chuckles amused by your frustration and swipes his fingers through your wet core. You gasp and the satisfaction from that one touch alone makes you feel unhinged. Your hips hungrily grind at his fingers, wanting anything else he can give you. His mouth opens when he feels how wet you’ve become, rubbing your sensitive bud in circles nearly driving you mad.

“I’m not mean darling… I just don’t know if you really want me the way I want you,” he says slyly.

You nod your head, feeling completely intoxicated by his very presence. His voice sends chills right through you and makes you unable to think straight.

“I do, I only want you. I’d-…” You stop momentarily when the words slip in the forefront your mind. It’s so easy to say and you have no shame in it at all, "I’d worship you,” you say needily.

His eyes flare with lust and “Show me,” he mumbles. He makes you stand up and runs his hands on your inner thigh, continuing to tease your core with his two fingers. Your mouth opens the moment he give you more. You don’t understand how you can be so starved for him after being apart for a short amount of time.

You bend your leg and rest it on the top of his thigh, giving him more access to your throbbing core. His eyes continue to look at you like you’re the most ravishing creature on this planet. His fingers curve inside you and with each thrust, make you feel overwhelmed by the second. He’s going to make you fall apart before you have the chance to touch him. His spreads you open and watches your reaction to his little game. He doesn’t let you fall apart just yet and stops short when he feels your walls fluttering. 

His fingers go straight to his mouth, savoring you as soon as it hits his tongue. You bite your lip as you look at this ethereal man crave you like his life depends on it. It’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You never knew someone could want someone like this. Watching his fingers go from his mouth down to unzip his pants, you feel so flustered. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with him, you can’t help but blush looking at him. You advert your eyes momentarily, unable to watch him. 

“Look at me,” he bellows.

Your eyes snap back to his intense ones and feel frozen.

“Look what you do to me,” he groans, adverting his eyes down.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, fully hard and his tip leaking with precum. 

Your heart wants to fly out of your chest, he’s too much. You didn’t know if you wanted to lick every inch of him first or just sink down on it and ride him.

“I’m sorry my king, let me take care of you,” you say low and sultry. One of your hands grab onto the arm rest of the throne, bending over a little, and the other wraps around his length. His eyes flutter closed when he feels your touch, groaning slightly. You lean in and kiss his neck, taking your time and lazily tugging his length in your hand. 

“Fuck come here. Sit down,” he growls.

His fingers unclip the garment from the front as his eyes take in the sight before him. He licks his lips and takes a sharp breath, acting like he’s never seen your bare skin before. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you onto his lap, leaving you face to face. You both stay silent looking onto each other’s needy eyes and he places both hands on your hips. He pushes you down slightly and you feel the tip of his length rest at your entrance. You hiss at the sensation, not prepared for him. He curses under his breath, rubbing his tip through your folds and spreading your wetness on him.

“Oh darling, I love how wet you get for me. You drive me mad, you know that hmm?” He groans, pushing your hips down to have his length inside you then lifts you back up. 

You loudly cry and place your hands on both of his shoulders, feeling weak already. 

“Oh god I know. I can’t help but need you,” you whimper.

“Good… keep wanting me and show me how much you need me,” he demands, his voice gruff and low.

You feel him guide his cock to your entrance again and you sink down on him. You groan his name and move slow, stretching around him and pleasure seeping through you. Your mind forgets everything around you except him. You only want to please him and make him feel the best he possibly can. Your eyes close as your hips move up and down on him and take more of him with each movement.

He groans loudly and has his hand on the small of your back, guiding your hips with each thrust. His other hand touches your face, down to your breasts and back up. You open your eyes back up and put your hands in his hair. Sweat clung to him and he looks intoxicated on you. His eyes still have that perilous look that they’ve never had before.

“Please don’t stop,” he growls.

You don’t want to either and listen to him. You move without much thought, just taking your time in enjoying him. His lips cover you in kisses. Your lips feel swollen and tender after the attention they get from him. When his mouth wasn’t kissing your face, they were sucking your breasts, leaving dark splotches all over them. 

You have him buried deep inside you, rocking back and forth in his lap as he clings onto you for dear life. His nails rake down your back, overwhelmed with you. Your body feels on fire and you are so close to letting go. The way he moans your name should not leave you feeling like you can cum on his command. But you have the same effect on him too. You whimper his name in his ear and tug on his hair as you ride him and he bucks his hips up, needing to have more of you.

You struggle for breath and let your head fall back as your hips grind at the base of his cock.

“Oh god… oh Loki I’m going to cum,” you groan.

He hums and you suddenly feel his hand wrap around your neck. You groan at the sensation and grind against him harder, your hand wrapped around his wrist. He squeezes you gently and instantly makes you fall apart. 

Your strangled cry echoes through the room and you hold onto him. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him, your release powerful and all consuming. He groans through his teeth when he feels you squeezing around him, not wanting you to stop moving. You felt too good and refused to believe anything by else existed besides you two. 

He places his hands back in your hips and stills you, pushing his pulsing cock inside you as he lets himself go. His face hides in the crook of your neck kissing you and saying your name like a hymn. Your body shakes against him as you both try to come down from your highs. He keeps you pressed against him and holds you like you’re the most precious thing to him. 

You pull his head away from you so you can look into his eyes. Strands of his hair cling to his face with sweat and his eyes still look tired. He knows you’re worried and tries to stop you from airing any of your grievances. His finger taps your lips, outlining the swollen cupids bow and indulging in the warmth. 

“You are everything,” he murmurs. 

You don’t quite know what to say to that but smile at him and try to swipe the hair away from his face. 

He stands up and carries you to bed, gently placing you in the center of it. He carefully pulls out of you and grunts when doing so. You grab at his arms, aching to have him near you again. The comfort he provided when he is close is indescribable. 

He looks at you and smiles but falters back for a moment. He’s clearly more weak than he’s letting on. You reach for him, wanting him to not move. 

“Loki please, rest. I don’t want to see you like this,” you say concerned. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just need time to get used to having power again,” he says a bit breathless. 

“Then lay down with me,” you urge. 

He stops and there’s something in his eyes that he’s hiding. 

“I can’t darling. You are the one who needs rest,” he trod to say with a smile but he winced instead. 

Your anxiety grows and you don’t know what to do for him. You knew all of this was a bad idea but you had no idea the toll it would take on him. Is it your fault? Is your presence nearly killing him like the prophecy tells? You are his downfall after all, you could be hurting him without much effort. But the dread you felt in your soul from him being away from you is one of the worst pains imaginable. It makes you feel sick.

“Loki please don’t make me beg you. I can’t see you like this,” you tell him. 

He turns away from you and gathers his clothes that are scattered in the floor. You feel so helpless and know there isn’t anything you can do to make him listen. He gets his clothes on and walks to the door not before looking at you. Sorrow and pain fills his eyes.

“I’ll see you later.”

*

A week goes by and you barely leave the bedroom. You’re worried sick about Loki. He hardly comes home and is exhausted every time he does step foot into the penthouse. The sound of sirens and helicopters increased every single day. You didn’t dare to pick up your phone or put the tv on. You knew there was chaos outside and you wouldn’t dare to look at it. Because you caused it too. You’re equally responsible for this as he is. 

What on earth could you do? You love this man but his need for power and chaos would always triumph over you. He wants company, yes, but if you asked him to give this up, he’d never give in. He didn’t love you to do that. 

Tonight, you decide to stay up and wait for him to come home. You didn’t care if it was well into the early morning hours. You couldn’t handle him being away for this long. A loud crashing sound comes from outside and jolts the whole building. 

You rush out the bedroom and find Loki outside in his armor, collapsed on his hands and knees in pain. Your mind scrambles at what’s happening. You quickly run to him. There’s shards of glass everywhere and they pierce your knees and palms when you fall to him. You cry out in pain momentarily but Loki is far worse shape than you. 

He has cuts on his forehead and cheeks. Dirt caked his hands and his knuckles look bruised. 

“Loki, what happened!? What’s going on?” You ask frantically, grabbing his hand to get his attention. He’s cold, nearly shaking as he slowly looks your way. 

“What’s happening to you,” you ask, your throat tight with emotion. 

“I’m a frost giant darling. My true nature is showing itself for some reason…This is what I am,” he says ashamed. 

There’s so much to unpack and what that means for him but all you want to do is help him. He’s clearly in pain from what he just did and you have no idea how to make this any better.

“You need to stop Loki… I can’t have you doing this. You need to stop while you still can. I can’t have you hurt,” you tell him helplessly. 

“But I did it…” he says breathlessly. 

“You did what?” You ask.

“New York is mine.”

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Tagging: Tagging: @wondrousashes @lolathecorso @foxherder @soulpiercing

[sonderinghiraeth]

Again, again, again. || kinktober

Imagine if Loki found a way to stay inside of the TVA, like a CEO type ordeal. You were one of the few who decided to stay at the TVA once all the branches came to life. I mean, it's all you've ever known. Why leave? It caused you and Mobius to become closer, and that's when Mobius introduced you to Loki...

And it was like pouring gasoline on a campfire.

"I see why they made you Director of Strategics..." Loki first commented when you met, organizing one of your files by not only color, but alphabetical order. You were compared to the likes of Renslayer when it came to your skill and loyalty, but you didn't do it to curl around the Timekeeper's thumb, no... You literally did it simply for the love of the game.

And that's why Loki couldn't get enough of you.

It started out as innocent, really, with little teases and pinches on your side when he passed. Off-hand comments like "I don't think my boss should be talking to me that way," and "And I don't think my employee should be talking to me that way."

Then it evolved after a few glasses of wine in his office to closed-door kisses. Gentle whispers of the most devious things Loki could conjure up just to see you turn red in front of your peers. Only Mobius got the hint.

After months and months of tension, the pot finally boiled over one night after a tedious day of work. Your ass cheeks were indented into his desk, creasing your skirt as Loki's right hand held a tight grip against your nape, enveloping his own lips between yours.

You were breathless, he was flushed. His left hand molded you against his crotch to allow you to feel just what all you did to him. How you reduced the God of all Time to tremors of need.

"Up." He directed, lifting you by both thighs and sitting you fully onto his desk, shoving files and other stationery out of the way to make room.

"What happened to sending me home to get some well-earned rest?" You teased, breathless.

"Is that truly what you want?"

You sighed, shaking your head and craning your neck at just his tone. He dove headfirst, peppering small and large kisses alike all up from the shell of your ear to where your collarbone met your lapel. For a frost giant, he was burning alive.

"Don't worry though, I'll still make sure you have enough time to get some rest tonight." He smirked, wasting absolutely no time shucking you of your uniform, pulling that tight little skirt you mercilessly teased him in down to your ankles, diving right in between your thighs to lick all of you with no forewarning.

"Jesus Christ- Loki." You whined, gripping his hair. His tongue was freezing cold, an ice cube circling around your clit and into your cunt.

That didn't stop him, though. Nothing but your word would stop him right now in this moment. He needed you, and he needed all of you. He couldn't wait to make you cum. If you thought that his tongue was euphoric, wait until you felt his cock.

"Already worked up?" He whispered, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them just enough to free himself. "We just started."

You whimpered, grinding up against his tip that he dragged along your once freezing folds. His dick was much warmer, shocking your insides.

He was so damn thick, dragging himself in and out in slow strokes to get you acclimated inch by inch until his hips met your own. By that time, you were already a drunken mess, bucking with each thrust. You wouldn't call yourself the most patient person in the world, either.

"So desperate." Loki sighed, beginning a regular motion in and out, in and out, in and out, catching just a graze of your g-spot every time he bottomed out.

"Fucking hell, Loki-" You stammered, one hand splayed along the desk for balance and the other anchoring yourself to his shoulder. You were beginning to slide off the hardwood of the desk, so he took it upon himself to hold you by both ass cheeks. Now he controlled not only his thrusts, but yours as well.

You swore you were seeing stars, barely comprehending the words Loki was whispering to you hot against the shell of your ear.

"You were made for me, I swear it. Every time I'm around you, you drive me mad. Do you know how powerful you are? To drive the God of madness mad?" He growled, trailing down to meet your jugular with his teeth.

"Too much- I'm gonna cum-" You warned, breath choppy and fanning against his own. He just filled you so perfectly and hit every spot like he had done this a thousand times over.

Loki's pace quickened, brutal with his cockhead jutting right against your g-spot. "Cum then." He muttered, bringing one hand to position your jaw where you had no other choice but to look him in the eyes. "On one condition." He enunciated every word with the drag of his cock.

"Say my name."

"Loki."

He made a content hum, but shook his head. "Say my name." A warning, like you didn't do it right the first time.

"Loki." You whined, louder in pitch.

"Say my name!" He barked, jerking your jaw closer to his face.

"Loki!" You screamed out, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally let yourself cum. White climbed up your vision, face seizing into numbness with your mouth hanging open to strangle out pitiful excuses for moans, lost in your own euphoria.

Then, Loki came unraveled for the first time in a millenia. With you squeezing impossibly tight around him, he began to realize he was enthralled by just your presence and more. He genuinely couldn't get enough of you. Your voice. Your taste.

He needed more, and he couldn't wait.

"I'm so sorry-" Loki huffed, still rutting into you pathetically.

You managed to drag your head up, meeting him with dreary and fucked-out eyes. "For-for what, Loki?"

But before he could answer, he was jerking himself back in time, just before your initial orgasm. He wanted to feel you squeeze around him again, to cry out for him again, and with his newfound powers, he had all the time in the world to feel like for however long he wanted, and you would be none the wiser. As far as he was concerned, his powers only sent him back in time.

So he kept going.

He jutted back into you, allowing himself to become hard once more until he felt his peak building again. He was beginning to match the pitch of your moans, but you were becoming desperate. Even more desperate than he remembered the first time.

And then you came, and he followed shortly after, savoring the feeling of your walls strangling his cock to death. God, you were so warm, and he was so cold. You were made for each other.

Again.

Time was sent reeling backwards, pulling you and Loki just before your orgasms once more. It became a game. How close could he get to just before the moment you were cumming?

He was lost within his own euphoria, pressing his forehead to your chest as his cockhead pressed gentle kisses against your cervix. He had waited so long for this. He was patient with you. He allowed you to come to him. He allowed you to make the first move. He made sure you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. That's what made this all the more enthralling.

So he couldn't be satisfied with just one or two measly orgasms.

Again.

Again.

Again.

It must have been five rounds of you milking him dry, and it still wasn't enough. You turned him into an animal, grunting and growling against the heat of your neck as he unleashed yet another orgasm, totally lost in his own world of euphoria.

Until you finally snapped him from it.

"Loki!" You finally screeched, higher than the rest of your mantras, bursting into tears as you pressed your feeble hands against his abdomen. He jumped from his thoughts in response, the muddy and muffled sound around him clearing.

"Fucking-fuck, no more! No more- too much- way too much- Oh my God, I'm so sore-"

Loki's strokes slowed, the periwinkle hue of his irises glinting against the sweat of your body. "Too much?" He sighed, resting his member inside of you.

You were dripping with his cum, walls unbearably sore as cramps were already enveloping your abdomen from the abuse he unleashed on your cervix. This wasn't even to mention how bright red your clit was. Fuck walking tomorrow, you don't even know if you're going to wake up for the next twelve hours.

That's when the pieces of the puzzle slowly pulled together in his mind.

"Have you been feeling. every time you've cum?"

You crinkled your eyebrows in disbelief. "Yes! Oh my God, yes. Have you not heard me- heard me begging?"

Loki flushed, brushing a strand of sweaty raven hair from his eyes. Frankly, he hadn't been listening. He figured you were just saying what you said the first time you came. Did this mean that when he went back in time, anyone he touched went back with him?

"Stars, I... I didn't know." He stammered, at a total loss for words, watching the tears roll down your cheeks as your hands weakly found solace among his shoulders. You had to have orgasms almost six times now.

"I'm sorry."

He raised you up, pulling you flush against his chest before pulling out of you. You were flooded, dripping teardrops of his cum down your thighs to match the ones on your cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up, little dove."

The arrogance, the wit, the cunning nature of Loki was drowned in the depths of his remorse for treating you so cruelly. Actions that made him realize deep down he was still a Loki. That would never change.

Yet, as he had done time and time again since staying at the TVA, he would amend his faults.

Loki used his abilities again, but not to send you reeling into yet another orgasm this time, but to transport you to his living quarters unnoticed. A warm basin of water and a washcloth were already at his bedside.

You were still trembling despite Loki's gentle touch, your legs jerking and twitching every time he soothed your core with the warm cloth. "Even now, I tend to forget how fragile you are." He whispered, brushing back strands of your hair. "You endured the stamina of a God, and that within itself is commendable, but never again, not without your word."

His heart hammered in his chest. You hadn't spoken since you begged him to stop. He was scared. Arguably, even more scared than when he faced the loom. He could go back in time, even before the two of you entered your office, and it would be nothing more than a measly strand of timeline lost to space forever, but that would be wrong. That would be immoral. All the things Loki wanted to be no more.

He would simply have to live with this mistake.

You raised your arm up, curling your hand around his bicep with a sigh. Your eyes swiveled towards him on the bedside, fluttering.

"Just next time- next time let me know."

Loki smiled, warm and fuzzy from your forgiveness.

Despite being his best employee, he would simply insist you take a sick day tomorrow.

[peachyjinx]

LYHOM: Ch 18: An Assignment

Summary: Loki gets a visit from Frigga and Scott Lang. W/C 2.5K

Warnings: None

Masterlist / Ao3

Loki’s mind raced through the multiple scenarios that had led these two to his front door. Had they seen Charlotte leaving his house earlier? Did they know about his illicit relationship with a student? 

Stay calm. Assume they know nothing.

“Mother,” he ignored Lang while he slowly descended the staircase, trying to hide the surprise in his voice. 

Their last meeting replayed in his mind with painful clarity. She had reassured him she still loved him, and Loki had responded with rage. And now he felt a tempest brewing inside of him– lingering anger, the fear of being found out, and beneath it all, undeniable joy. The joy of seeing his Mother after five long years. 

“And to what do I owe this visit?,” Loki maintained his cool detachment, refusing to reveal how he felt. But she always knew. 

“I hope you don’t mind; I let us in. You have a lovely home, Loki,” Frigga observed as she glanced around the foyer.

“Prison,” he corrected. “This is my prison, Mother. A gilded cage is still a cage.”  

Frigga did not flinch. She had expected this. She had come prepared for his anger. Scott shifted uncomfortably, suddenly fascinated by a particularly ornate light fixture. “These are, uh, really nice sconces,” he mumbled to no one in particular.

“I assume if the Avengers have sent a representative, this isn’t merely a social call.” Loki now stood in front of them, his eyes slowly glancing between the two. 

Frigga stepped forward, closing some of the distance between herself and Loki. The scent of Asgardian blossoms clung to her– a fragrance from another realm, another life. 

“No. Though I have wished to see you, regardless of the circumstances. There are matters we must discuss.” 

“I see,” Loki replied, his voice carefully neutral even as curiosity began to stir within him. “And your companion?” He gestured toward Scott, who gave an awkward wave in response.

“A representative. Of interests that align with ours.”

Whatever had brought Frigga across realms to his doorstep was significant enough to involve an Avenger. Loki’s heart began to beat faster, the thump echoing in his ears. 

“Very well,” he led them toward the interior of the house. “Have a seat in the living room, I will bring some tea.”

Loki turned and strode toward the kitchen, grateful for the momentary reprieve. Alone, he allowed his carefully maintained expression to falter. For a minute, he stood in his kitchen, pressing his palms against the cool marble countertop and drew a deep breath, centering himself.

What could they possibly be here for?

As he began to prepare a tea tray, Loki tried to foresee an answer. Even if his mother had seen Charlotte, she didn’t know that she was his student, and that they were having an affair. He still had his job. No mistakes had been made that Frigga knew of.

Had she spoken to Thor? Maybe he was going to be relieved of his sentence? Was that why they were here? This would all be over– everything he had wanted for years. The thought should have filled him with elation. But instead, it left an unexpected hollowness in his chest.

If his exile ended, what would become of Charlotte? He wasn’t ready to leave her. Not yet. She was now his girlfriend. Someone he really…

Loki paused as he set the china down on the tray. 

Someone he really did care about. Whatever was between them, it was something he wasn’t going to give up. 

What have you gotten yourself into? A mess. An absolute mess.

When he returned to the living room, Frigga was gracefully taking a seat on the large couch, and Scott sat on the fainting couch next to her. Loki set down his tray, and sat across from his mother.

Scott laughed nervously as he poured himself a cup, “This place is so fancy, I’m afraid to spill tea on this couch! Is this like a...what do you call it? A settee? A chaise?”

“Please don’t spill anything,” Loki warned. “It’s custom made and surely costs more than your car.”

“Joke’s on you, I don’t have a car!,” Scott smiled while he raised his cup in the air.

Loki raised an eyebrow, and allowed a small, tight smile. For a moment, their eyes met, and Loki realized this man was woefully out of his depth, and just trying to make the best of the situation. He felt uncharacteristically sympathetic to the man’s situation. 

“How is life as an educator, Loki? Do you find it fulfilling?,” Frigga asked, taking a sip of tea. She was really trying to connect with him, check in on his wellbeing. How he missed her. 

“It is…different than what I expected. I was not prepared for this life.”

“But you were always so good at adapting, Loki.” Her eyes shone with unmistakable pride. The look sent an unwelcome pang through him, a craving for approval he thought he’d overcome years ago. “Thor tells me you have even made friends here.”

Loki rolled his eyes. His big brother with his big mouth. “Yes, I have made acquaintances with a couple of mortals that don’t bore me completely. One must find some way to pass the time.”

The understatement was deliberate. He would not admit to Frigga how much he had come to value certain human connections. Nathaniel with his cheerful demeanor and kindness. Charlotte, with her keen mind and exquisite body. People he genuinely cared about.

Frigga’s lips curved into a knowing smile that creased the corners of her eyes. “You don’t need to lie to me, son. It’s okay to have affection for humans. They’re not that much different than us.” She leaned forward slightly, “You are doing so well, Loki. I am proud of you.”

The words caught him off guard, forming a knot in his throat that he swallowed against. What was there to be proud of? He was a good prisoner? Good at not causing chaos? His emotions churned inside, but through it he felt relief– she definitely did not know he was having an affair with his student. Their secret was safe.

Loki set down his cup with deliberate precision. “I assume you didn’t cross the realms simply to inquire about my teaching career. Why are you really here, Mother?”

“I want to talk to you about a proposition that we have.” He knew that tone– it was the same one she had used when he was a child and she was about to assign him some particularly unpleasant lesson or task. 

“I see. And what disaster has befallen the realm eternal that would drive you to seek help from the disgraced son? Do you want me to assist the Avengers?” His eyes flicked to Scott, who shook his head slowly. 

“This is for Asgard. We need your help.”

Loki sat perfectly still for several heartbeats, his face an expressionless mask while inside, frustration was building. The audacity of it all– to banish him, strip him of his powers, force him to live among mortals for years, and then to come to him asking for assistance! 

Scott Lang glanced between them, sensing the shifting atmosphere. He took another sip of tea, focusing intently on the patterns of his cup.

Loki broke eye contact with his mother, purposefully standing to gain some distance. “Is this Odin’s work? Did he send you to do his bidding, knowing that I would not speak to him? First, you banish me to this planet. And now you ask for more!”

He began to pace, his long legs carrying him back and forth across the Persian rug. A familiar tightness returned to his chest, one that he had felt for the first year he had been here. Frigga watched him, her expression composed but her eyes tracking his movements as his anger built. 

“Loki, you may be banished, but you are still a Prince of Asgard. This is your duty.”

Loki’s back stiffened, and his eyes narrowed as he stared at his unwelcome visitors. Scott shifted uncomfortably, clearly wishing he were anywhere else. 

“My duty?!” The word escaped in a hiss. “I am a professor at a university on Earth, my royal duties were finished when I was exiled here!”

Frigga remained seated, her posture unchanged, but something shifted in her eyes– a flicker of sadness, perhaps, or understanding. “Your sentence was just, Loki. Even you must acknowledge that.”

A dark chuckle came from his throat, unbidden. His patience was wearing thin. As if sensing his thoughts, Frigga reached into the ocean colored folds of her gown. Her hands emerged holding an object that immediately captured he and Scott’s attention– a cube roughly the size of a paperweight, its surface a polished gold.

“We need help opening this,” Frigga said, setting down the artifact gently on the coffee table. 

Despite himself, Loki’s eyes fixed on the cube, curiosity briefly overriding his anger as he returned to his seat across from her. Its surface was etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift when he wasn’t looking directly at them. 

“We’ve been trying for over two years. Our best minds have been unable to solve its puzzle. Even the most skilled sorcerers in Asgard cannot breach its secrets.”

Scott leaned forward in his seat, squinting at the cube. “So it’s like... a fancy Rubik’s Cube?” 

Frigga gave the Avenger a questioning look.

“It’s a puzzle toy. You twist it around until all the colors match up.” He mimicked turning an invisible cube in his hands. “Though I never solved one myself. Always ended up peeling the stickers off.”

“Something like that,” Loki acknowledged Scott’s attempt at understanding alien technology. “Where was it found?”

“The outer reaches of Nidavellir. There was a recent…skirmish there. This was recovered.”

Loki’s gaze shifted from the cube to his mother’s face, searching for deception. “What is its purpose?”

“That,” Frigga admitted, “is part of what we need to discover. But we believe it contains something that could be vital to Asgard’s security. Whatever it is, its importance cannot be overstated.”

Loki nodded, and despite his resentment, the challenge appealed to him. Now he had a bargaining chip. Frigga had intentionally given him vital information– that this was significant. But he knew he needed to temper his optimism. Nothing from Odin came without strings attached, without hidden agendas.

“And if I agree to help, what exactly would be required of me?”

She glanced at Scott, giving him a nod. “The work would need to be done here, on Earth. As for risks, the cube appears stable, but as you know, artifacts of this age can be unpredictable. Your approach would need to be measured, cautious.”

“And the timetable?” Loki pressed. 

“You have twenty-four hours to accept our offer,” Frigga stated, the formality returning to her tone. “If you accept, the timeline for your work is as you need. We cannot rush understanding. There are... factions... who believe the artifact should be approached differently. More aggressively. I have advocated for your involvement because I believe your method would be safer. Wiser.”

 “And what of my sentence?” he asked, his eyes rising from the cube to hers. “What does solving your little puzzle gain me, beyond the satisfaction of proving myself smarter than Asgard’s ‘finest minds’?”

“Your deeds these last five years have not gone unnoticed, Loki. Despite your circumstances, you have chosen a virtuous path. You have taught, shared knowledge, and refrained from using your position to cause harm.”

He cringed internally, thinking about how he used his position of power with Charlotte.

“Virtue is easy when one’s options for mischief are so severely limited,” he replied.

“Nevertheless, your choices matter. Thor has spoken on your behalf to Odin.”

A flash of surprise crossed Loki’s face before he could mask it. Thor, advocating for him? After everything? 

“Thor believes, as I do, that your assistance in this matter might persuade Odin to reconsider the terms of your sentence. Not an immediate return to Asgard, perhaps, but a shortening of your time here.”

The words lay into his chest, the reality sinking in. This was real this time. Tangible.

“And I’m to believe Odin would be so easily swayed?” Loki asked, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice. 

“Not easily, no. But Odin is not immovable. Circumstances change. Needs arise. And sons can surprise their fathers.” She smiled at him, her eyes filled with affection for her son. 

Loki’s gaze glanced between his mother and Scott’s, who had now lost all pretense of pretending not to be interested in the dramatic scene unfolding before him. 

“And if I refuse?,” he asked.

“Then you remain as you are, and we continue our search for another way.” She paused. “But I hope you won’t refuse, Loki. Not just for Asgard’s sake, but for your own.”

Frigga reached into the folds of her robe again, and she produced a second object and set it next to the cube. It was a small crystal vial containing what appeared to be liquid light, swirling and pulsing with gentle golden radiance. 

“And what is this?”

“For you to drink when you confirm your assistance,” she gracefully stood from her seat.  Lang set down his tea and followed her movements as she walked towards the front door of Loki’s house. 

“And how do you know I’m the one to solve it?” Loki asked, rising to his full height. 

Frigga smiled then, a smile so full of certainty and pride that it struck him like a physical force. “Because I believe in you, Loki. I always have.”

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Before he could react, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace.For a heartbeat, he stood frozen, arms at his sides, caught between the instinct to push her away and the desperate need to cling to her. Then, slowly, his arms lifted and returned her hug. She smelled of Asgardian gardens and ancient magic, of home and childhood and everything he had lost. The warmth and comfort he had craved from her flooded his senses, and he felt tears welling in his eyes. 

Frigga held him a moment longer than necessary, as if trying to impart some of her strength, her faith in him. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were bright with unshed tears, but her smile remained steady.

“You’ve done well here, more than you know,” she said, glancing around his meticulously kept home. She touched his face briefly, “I have missed you, my son,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Loki took a deep breath and blinked, fighting the tears that threatened to break over the edge of his eyelid. He looked at the golden cube, then back at his mother and Lang as they headed out of his house.

“Hey man, if you need anything, you can text me, alright?” Scott awkwardly waved as he hurriedly moved towards the door and opened it for Frigga.

“Twenty-four hours,” she repeated softly. “The choice is yours, Loki. As it always has been.”

-> Chapter 19 (coming Feb 2026)

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You locked yourself into one of the spare bedrooms and sat there in the dark. The weight of the whole situation began to fall on you. You’re too invested in his life and scheme. What were you going to do about any of this. All the information he dropped on you was overwhelming. You try to grasp it in bite-sized chunks to see if that helps anything.

The gods are real.

Loki is one of them.

He wants to be king.

You are the pawn in order to get what he wants.

And lastly, you will also be his demise.

Yeah… this should go perfectly…

You thankfully have your phone still on you and take it out of your pocket. You’re faced with the decision of either call for help, but what was that really going to do? Or stay here and try to fight off Loki on your own. Yeah, that probably wasn’t going to be a good idea either.

You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, every decision just leading to another bad situation. You grumble, annoyed you’re in this position and wish you could run away. In some weird supernatural way, you know you’d find your way back to Loki or worse, he’ll come find you.

Your hands search the wall to find the light switch. A lamp on the side table flickers on and your eyes wince at the sudden light. The room was decorated simply, a clean duvet on the bed and slow artwork hung in the walls. The sun was peeking through the heavy drapes; a new day was beginning.

You let a few hours pass before summoning the courage to go out. You hear rustling in the kitchen and know it’s him. There’s no way to hide from him forever; you just have to face him.

You tread lightly down the hallway, not wanting to cause attention to yourself. His back faces you once you round the corner to the kitchen and see he’s mixing something in a bowl.

“About time you came out here,” he says, unamused.

You don’t respond right away as you make your way directly in front of him. He flashes his eyes at you and it’s a horrible mistake. The thick silence that forms in the room is enough to cut with a knife. Those eyes are too powerful and make your heart do flips. You try to hold your ground and look right back at him.

“I’m leaving, you can’t keep me here,” you tell him.

He chuckles as he continues to mix whatever is the bowl.

“Go ahead, you know where the door is,” he says nonchalantly, motioning for the door.

You’re a little shocked he isn’t putting up a fight. He just continues to get a pan out and focus on the food he’s making.

You quickly rush to the door and can practically taste freedom. You reach for the handle and your hand goes right through it like it was in fog.

Damnit, an illusion.

The trickster tricked you.

Of course he did.

You whip your head back to him and watch as he’s laughing quietly to himself.

“Oh, that was too good. Gets everyone every time,” he jests.

God, he’s so annoying. Like a boy picking on you at the schoolyard and doing everything to embarrass you just for the laughs.

“You’re a child,” you say, annoyed.

“Oh please, I’m just having a bit of fun. Do you want to eat?” He asks.

“No, I’m not eating anything you’ve touched.” You say sourly.

He abruptly stops what he’s doing and stares you down.

“Being difficult is not going to do you any favors,” he says grumpily.

“Oh, you think this is difficult? You have no idea how stubborn I can be,” you scowl.

His lips purse into a sly grin and his eyes eat you up. “You really want me to tie you down, don’t you?” He challenges.

You freeze at that notion and try not to think about that. It sounds horrible and enticing all at the same time same time.

“You’ll never get to do that,” you growl, your eyes challenging him. “What do you want with me? I don’t want to be here.”

He starts to pour eggs into a pan with a mixture of vegetables and it sizzles once it hits the pan.

“We have a gala to go to tonight,” he says matter-of-factly.

“We?” You question. “There is no we. I already told you I want no part of this plot.”

“You’re going whether you want to or not. You need to be by my side,” you says, his voice rough and dangerous.

You take a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s at this gala?”

“Just a little something I want. Something to add to my trophy room,” he says coyly, a smirk slapped across his face.

You look at him in a bit of disgust and scoff.

“You mean your weird torture room with all the daggers and knives? That room?” You say smartly.

He throws you an annoyed look and continues to tend to the pan.

“All you had to do was stay out of there and things would be a lot easier but no. You just had to do exactly what you were told not to do,” he says sourly.

“Thanks to me, Brenden is unharmed, so I’d do it all over again if I had to,” you grumble.

He turns away from you, anger budding off of him as he goes to reach for two plates.

“There’s an artifact I want, a scepter.” He says bluntly.

“And they’re selling it tonight or what?” You say annoyed.

“No, not exactly,” he says with a smirk on his face.

You know this man is not capable of anything good so your stomach drops with that look.

“So you’re stealing something then,” you say stiffly, not wanting to be right.

“I’m not stealing what’s already mine.”

“How so?”

“It was dropped here on earth when I was banished into that cave. Someone excavated it, stuck it in a museum for the last couple of years, not knowing where it came from. But I know what’s mine.”

You swallow harshly, afraid if this thing holds more power, he become more unstable.

“What are you going to do with it?” You say unsure.

“It can wield my power through it, using less exertion on my part, which I need more than ever,” he say annoyed.

He serves you some eggs on your plate and slides a fork on the counter for you. You just stare at it and don’t move. You have too many questions to ask him and can’t settle down until you know.

“What other powers have you used on me? I’ve read the myths, are they true?” You ask bluntly.

His eyebrows raise in surprise and hums amused.

“Yes, those myths are true. You humans, took very good notes on me.”

Your mind races back to all the little moments he could have used his powers on you. You can’t decipher whether an innocent touch or a sneaky way of getting information about you. It pisses you off how easily you trusted him. Always giving him the benefit of the doubt and never thinking what he was doing was dubious and evil.

You remember that day in the cafe, the touches, the looks, the way those bruises disappeared. That had to have been him.

“Can you heal someone? Is that what you did to me that day in the cafe?”

“Yes, I couldn’t have you looking like that. Had to fix you up and make you flawless,” he says quietly, his fingertips softly caressing your hand. You quickly swat it away in disgust and try to keep distance.

“Have you ever thought of what good you could do with these powers? Instead of causing destruction everywhere you go, you could actually be helping people!” You say flabbergasted.

“That wasn’t in my cards, darling,” he grumbles.

“Are you seriously never going to challenge your fate? You think that’s as good as it gets for you? You think you just need to bend over and take it?” You say outraged, “Fucking wake up! You’re not in that cave anymore!”

He looks at you like he could jump over this counter. You stand your ground and don’t take back a single word.

“You are testing my patience to the fullest,” he growls.

“Good, about time someone did,” you snarl.

He suddenly pushes the plate away from you and the loud crash of the plates hitting the ground makes you  jump. His eyes are full of danger and his hands grip onto the lip of the countertop. Wild and untamed, he has a hard time keeping himself from getting out of hand it seems. You cower back in your hair and hold your breath.

“Let’s get one thing straight, you are part of my story whether you want it or not. There’s no escaping that. You will be by my side and help me through this. You will not run away from me and if you do, you’ll never leave,” he snarls.

You look at him with disgust, “You’ll never change. That’s why you can’t escape your fate. You think this is all you’re capable of and don’t want anything better for yourself.” You tell him. You see how his eyes lose that fire and something else resides behind them. You don’t know what it is but his whole demeanor changes.

“I feel sorry for you,” you say softly.

He looks at you again, words wanting to come out of his mouth but he can’t find them seems. He quickly turns and leaves without another word.

*

You stayed out in the living room, knowing that hiding from him wouldn’t do anything. If anything, he’s hiding from you. You heard his bedroom door close when he rushed out of the room and nothing else for hours. It made you a little uneasy but you couldn’t worry about him. He’s just throwing a fit and you can’t feed into his behavior.

The sun is setting over the horizon of the buildings and you hear Loki’s door swing open. You turn to face whatever creature is going to come out here. He’s in a tux, hair slicked back and shiny black dress shoes that announce his arrival. Your face must say too much because he wears a pleased smirk on his face. Your eyes lower in annoyance with yourself and get it together.

“Gala is in an hour. There are a few dresses in the closet for you and anything else you might need in the bathroom,” he says nonchalantly, messing with his cufflinks.

You don’t have it in you today to fight with him more and quietly sulk away.

You go to his room and find the huge walk-in closet open and the first thing you see is a long floor length black gown waiting for you. It was simple yet elegant in all the right ways. The sweetheart neckline and the gold beaded detailing on the sides of the dress was going to make you look dazzling. You settle for this dress and rush to get ready. You took a shower and blowdried your hair to get ready for the evening.

*

You walked through the museum doors and everyone is mingling, walking around in their best gowns and suits. There are servers walking around with champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Loki is an arms length away from you at all times. You feel his hand wanting to rest on the small of your back but you twist away in the nick of time. It frustrates him, but he’s persistent all night long. This dress was basically a walking tease, showing enough skin and hugging you in all the right places but not calling attention to yourself.

You try to make the best of tonight. You do take your time looking at the art, the artifacts, some of them older than two-thousand years old. You have always loved art and the stories it tells. It’s just hard to fully get lost in it when Loki is hovering over you, watching you like a hawk. You don’t know where he thinks you’ll be going. He’s established it would be dumb of you to run away from him and you agreed.

The night progresses and you really wonder what Loki’s move is. Where is this precious artifact he needs so badly? You’d think he’d be so anxious to get it back in his hands, he’d make a beeline for it. But he takes his time walking the museum with you. He makes small talk with people, charming their pants off practically. It annoys you, how much of a show he makes this.

You haven’t so much spoken a word to him all night and you don’t know if that was okay with him or it was driving him crazy. You continue to wander the halls, pausing wherever you please to admire the artwork in front of you. Glancing to your right, you see Loki’s back facing you and looking at weapons on a wall. You cautiously walk closer, wanting to see what he’s looking at in particular.

In the center of the exhibit stood a long scepter, almost trident like. It gleamed in gold and seemed too perfect. An indication that it was not of this world. Gold has never stayed this immaculate after being dug up or wherever they found this thing. You knew this is what Loki’s been looking for.

He raises his hand to it and breaks the restraints that were holding it to the wall. You glance around to see if anyone was coming or nearby and thankfully no one was. He reaches forward to grab it and you pulse rises at what he’s doing. Loki’s posture straightens and his hand tightens around the middle of the scepter. He slowly turns to your direction, clearly pleased he’s gotten what he’s wanted.

Your eyes widen as you look at the man in front of you. Dear god, it’s too easy to visualize him in full armor again, looking powerful and in control with that scepter. All doubt erased from your mind thinking that this wasn’t his in someway. Even in his suit he’s wearing now, you can tell it belonged to him. You didn’t ever want to feed into his delusion, but with this in his hand, he did look like a king. Power radiated off of him and you loved it. It would be too east to kneel before him and-…

Damn…

His eyes flash back to full of wild danger and your heart leaps out of your chest by that one look. He sees how your looking at him with awe and intrigue. You feel a shiver run down your spine and know you’re in trouble. So much trouble. Your palms get clammy and the air is thick with tension. His eyes feast on you, pupils widening as he watches you try to fight this insatiable need to be near him.

“H-how are you walking out of here with that thing?” Your voice waivers.

His other hand hovers over it and suddenly it vanishes in thin air.

“With a bit of magic darling. I’m still capable of that,” he touts proudly.

You can’t control your racing heart and you are so self-conscious that you’re afraid he’s going to hear it.

He takes one step forward and it makes you jump back, not in fear he’s going to hurt you, but more afraid of what might happen if you let your body get closer to him.

You try to clear your throat and shake these feelings running through you.

“Let me go to the bathroom before we leave,” you say, lowering your gaze and rushing out of the room. The bathroom wasn’t too far down the hall and you quickly go to the sink and place your hands on the cold counter.

Get a damn grip, you glare at your reflection. This is pathetic behavior from you and can’t believe just the idea of him in armor gets you feeling things you definitely should not be feeling. You run the water and wash your hands, trying to quickly get yourself together. Taking deep breaths with your eyes closed, you feel your body calm down and relax. You’re being ridiculous. You need to get out of here as quickly as possible now so no one notices an artifact is missing and you can go home.

You open your eyes to grab a paper towel out of the dispenser on the wall and when you turn to throw it away, Loki’s reflection is in the mirror. You make a little yelp noise, scared out of your skin that he’s inches away from you.

“What are you doing in here?!” You hiss.

He doesn’t speak, just silently staring at you. His eyes are mapping where to kiss on your chest, up your neck and to your lips. “You were looking at me awfully hard, want to tell me what that was about?” He says low.

You’d rather die than tell him what was going on in your head. He’d take way too much pleasure in it.

“So were you,” you say sourly.

“I’ll tell you what I was thinking if you tell me what you were devising in that head of yours,” he says smartly, clearly very proud of his quid pro quo.

You don’t want him to touch you and see the truth so you have to say something.

“I was just looking at how threatening the scepter looked. I didn’t expect the gold to look like that,” you explain. It was the truth too. You’ve never seen anything like it.

His lips curve into a wry smile and nods his head at you.

“Yes, it’s Asgardian gold, no other element found like it here on earth.”

Your heart rattles in your chest, anxiety crawling up your back as you need to get out of this small enclosure with him as quickly as possible.

“Your turn,” you say impatiently.

He chuckles, a mischievous look on his face.

“I don’t know… you probably don’t want to know,” he teases.

You roll your eyes at him, not up for his games.

“How about you tell me in the car so we can leave,” you say impatiently.

You begin to move away from him but he stops you in your tracks, grabbing your hand and looks into your eyes.

“No, I’ll tell you. You deserve to know. You don’t like it when I lie to you so I’ll tell the truth for a change,” he says coyly, taking a small step closer to you, making it harder to breathe.

He sucks in a sharp breath before speaking, “I’ve been staring at you all night in that dress. It was the one that I wished you wouldn’t wear because it would be extremely difficult for me to obtain control around you. I know you don’t want me anywhere near you but the things I want to do to you in this dress… It would surely make you very upset with me,” he quips, his eyes continuing to drink you in.

You swallow harshly and you feel your body stiffen. Your face says it all as shock and disbelief shroud you. You try to say something, anything to break this unforgivable silence. Another second drags on as you look into his heated eyes and you know you’re too late. The silence said everything he needed to know.

“Oh… you feel the same way, don’t you? You wore this to tease me hmm?” He taunts.

“No,” you say feebly.

His eyes narrow, “I’m impressed, I didn’t think you had it in you to be on your worst behavior with me,” he says proudly.

“Loki, just get us out of here. I don’t want to be here another second,” you deflect.

He takes one more step forward, your chests nearly touching and the air gets sucked out of the room when he’s this close to you.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he growls, leaning into your ear. You sigh because of it, liking how it feels when he’s this close to you.

Your hands grapple onto his jacket lapels, wanting to push him away but your hands don’t come off of him. It takes everything in you not to shred this off of him and pull away at his shirt just to feel his skin.

“Tell me you want me,” he coos.

“I don’t want you, I can’t want you,” you say in frustration.

“Your body is saying otherwise. It’s taking you everything to not lean into me hmm?” His voice full of temptation.

You bite the inside of your cheek to not make a sound. His hand cups your face, making you look in his eyes and you instantly melt.

“Then I’m sure you’d hate if I held you closer…” you says inching toward your lips.

You feel every cell in your body on fire and you push your hips into his frame. You both pause at the sudden touch and let out a long sigh.

“Stop talking and kiss me,” your voice pleading and airy.

He grabs onto you tighter and presses his lips to yours, not leaving a second for hesitation. It’s fiery and needy, like time was running out if he didn’t kiss you enough. Your hands trail along his chest and instantly feel satisfaction. There isn’t enough closeness ever with this man. You will always crave more and more, which might just be your undoing.

His hands wander up and down your body, grabbing handfuls of you while making you gasp for more. You feel your core ache with every long caressing touch that then turn into a starving ones. You pull his jacket off his shoulders and frantically undo the buttons of his shirt. His smooth, muscular chest feels like heaven under your fingertips. You break the kiss to lean into his chest and place long wet kisses all over his chest. It nearly felt like worshipping the man. If you were on your knees it might just be.

He suddenly picks you up by the backs of your thighs and sets your down on the counter. His overall demeanor is a mix of pure raging lust and in a daze from being this close to you. His hands graze over your calves and up your thighs, bringing up your dress along with it. He spreads your legs wider for him and he looks at you in your sheer black tights and the black silk panties you’re wearing underneath. You feel yourself shake a little by the way he’s looking at you.

His fingertips reach for the waistband of your tights and slowly rip them down the middle. His chest rises and falls laboriously and looks up at you deviously. He brings two fingers to your core and slowly rubs your throbbing clit. You moan instantly and push your hips forward to meet his touch. The wetness in your panties spread with each passing moment and tried to pull him in closer. You tangle your fingers in his hair and try to pull his mouth to your neck. He obliges and kisses and sucks on that spot that he knows you like so much.

You feel your body tense with pleasure as his fingers keep working you into madness. You try to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting to attract any attention. Before you know it, his fingers pull your panties to the side and sinks them into your wet heat. You gasp loudly and grab onto his shoulders tightly. You can’t help but rock your hips into him and get more pleasure seeping into your veins. He cusses under his breath, every stroke of his fingers making you wetter. You close your eyes, ready to fall apart, not caring how heinous this all it.

“That’s it, darling, you feel so good,” he coos, his voice like pure honey. You whimper softly as his fingers curl up and makes you nearly scream his name. He keeps doing it, over and over, moving his fingers in a come-hither motion and silently begging for you to come undone.

“Oh…” he says low suddenly.

That time is different and it makes your eyes pop back open. You look at him breathless and with concern, trying to figure out why he’d say that.

He cocks his head slightly and his eyebrows furrow.

“So you like me in my armor, hmm?” He smirks.

Your heart sinks and your eyes blow wide. Oh God no, why did he have to go searching for that.

“Stop, get out of my head,” you grumble.

His fingers don’t stop and makes you swallow a cry.

“I knew there was something else you were hiding from me… I just didn’t expect it to be that,” he says proudly.

“Stop talking,” you groan, frustrated your dirty little secret is out in the open. Your body begs for release and he’s taking his sweet time to get you there.

“Do you want to see me in it now?” He teases.

“No,” you say through your teeth, trying to keep it together.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you watch as he unbuckles his pants. You sit there a complete mess as he teases you, not giving you what you want. You watch his hand reach inside his pants and pull his hard cock out. You cuss under your breath and need him more than is humanly possible. The slightest touch from him now is going to make you fall apart.

He guides his tip to your wet core and pushes it in slightly. You bite on your lip to not moan but he knows how he can make you weak.

“Okay, I won’t wear the armor tonight,” he groans, pushing more of his cock inside your snug entrance. “I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a prospect, it sounds like a promise.

An image of him in it flashes in your mind and you lose all control. He pulls your body more forward on the counter and ravages you with kisses. You groan into his mouth as he plunges harder and deeper into you. You love every second of it.

You couldn’t keep up with the way he was taking you and kissing you with so much need and passion, it nearly blinded you. You wrap your legs around his waist and make him go deeper, making you muffle your cries of pleasure into your hand. You feel your muscles tensing and your walls fluttering around him. He buries himself to the hilt while he whispers in your ear.

“Cum for me like I’m in my armor now. Show me how much you’d cum,” he coos.

Your walls squeeze around him and stars flood your vision. He grinds his hips into you and groans heavily in your ear. Each long thrust making you a puddled mess.

“Fuck that’s a good girl, that’s it. Keep squeezing me,” he moans.

Your hands pull at his hair, eliciting a heavy growl from him. Your climax rolls through you like a tidal wave, crashing over and over with every thrust of his cock.

Your legs shake and can’t hold on around his waist anymore. You let them fall and hang off the counter. He picks them up and hold them at his waist. His hips keep moving in a agonizing pace and watches his cock plunge in and out of you.

“So pretty when you’re filled with me. Looks like you’re about to split in two,” he teases.

“Loki please,” you plead, not sure what you need from him at this point.

“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he commands.

“Loki,” you whimper.

He kisses your lips and groans at the feeling. He moves more erratically and you feel his cock pulse inside you. You whimper at the feeling of him pouring his hot cum, making your walls flutter and squeeze around him. Your body feels not on this earth and you can’t think straight. His hips don’t slow down and feel weak. All you want is for him to continue to make you feel ungodly pleasure and beg for it in a thousand different ways.

He stays buried inside you and places kisses on your neck that surely has marks on it by now. You look into his eyes and see a wild beast still hungry for more. You pull at his shirt and don’t want him to go anywhere.

“Come on, let’s go home, I have so much more to show you,” he quips with a smirk.

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Tagging: @wondrousashes @lolathecorso @foxherder @soulpiercing

[soulpiercing]

Loved this chapter! I hope he keeps the horns on for her!

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Taking care of the prince

(a smutty Loki one shot)

This was based on a prompt I read somewhere a long time ago and the idea stayed with me.

Story: What if you were a masseuse and Loki ended up on your table, how far would you go to take care of him?

Word count: 3462

18+ NSFW This one is pretty explicit and there’s some oral stuff.

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Taking care of the prince

Gabby owed me big time for this one and she’d better be as sick as she pretended to be when she convinced me to cover for her. This was a bad idea from the start, I was not a masseuse!


But my niece was so afraid if she took another sick day lady Valerie would fire her on the spot, which would have been a blessing if you asked me, but she seemed to enjoy her job and appeared desperate to keep it. So being the good niece that I am I agreed to take her place for one day, so far it was one of the longest days of my life and it was only noon.



I jumped from my thoughts when lady Valerie came bursting through the curtains, breathing heavily and pulling them closed behind her in a panic while she looked at me. I could swear there was genuine fear in her eyes.
 ‘Nessa,’ she spoke between her teeth.
 ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked surprised.



‘I am sorry to do this to you but we have an important client,’ she spoke in between heavy breaths. 
‘If he’s important you shouldn’t give him to me.’ ‘There is no one else,’ she sighed,’ you did okay so far, yes?’

 ‘I had two clients older then my grandfather who were over the moon to just be touched by a young woman,’ I rolled my eyes,’ I could have been the worst masseuse ever and they wouldn’t have noticed or cared. Do not give me an important client, Valerie, please! I don’t want to endanger Gabby’s job.’



‘Yes, well she did that herself when she called in sick today of all days!’ Valerie said in an angry sigh,’ I’m sorry but I have no choice, there is no way we can refuse him.’
 I raised my eye brows at her, who could be so important that she couldn’t just ask him to reschedule? 

‘It’s the prince, Nessa,’ she then explained, making my heart stop in my chest.

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