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A Little Magic ✨

Summary: Being as homesick as ever, you ask Loki to take you back to Earth for a little while and have him teach you how to use your new magic powers...

Pairing: Loki x reader

Series: The Myth of a God & Love

Word Count: 5.3k

Rating: Explicit [Minors DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

Warnings: teasing, cussing, oral, bondage??? magic bondage I guess, dirty smutty filthy Loki thoughts I had stashed away in the drafts yet again

A/n: Hello friends! Another draft I've been not wanting to edit but I finally got around to it🤭 I swear to you this started out so wholesome and cute...but it took a turn and I'm not sorry for it hehe. Hope you enjoy your magic lesson with Loki. 💚

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The halls are quiet this afternoon. Not the normal hustle and bustle the palace always seems to have. It’s a nice change. Odin had foreign affairs to tend to and brought along those he needed. It left you and Loki alone for these last few days. He’s loved that. He’s still adjusting to life here. He continually challenges his brother and father but that’s where you come in. You try to keep the peace.

Do you fail 99% of the time? Yes. Absolutely.

There are just some things you can’t control and Loki’s temper is one of them.

You reach his study at the end of the hall and softly tap on the door. You push the huge door open and find him sitting behind his desk. Papers covered every inch of the mahogany colored wood and Loki is lost in whatever he is reading.

God, he’s so perfect. Your heart never fails to gallop uncontrollably when you look at him. This gave you a strange flashback of almost a year ago, walking into his office and finding a similar picture to this one. You had the same butterflies, the same longing, and the uncontrollable need to kiss him passionately as you did then. He has his index finger resting at his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes dart up at you when you step inside and close the door.

That wicked smirk greets you and nearly knocks you to your knees.

“Darling, what do I owe the pleasure?” He says smoothly.

You smile at that incredulous, flirty voice and walk over to him.

He pushes away from the desk and turns to you in his chair. He wears a more informal black leather suit with none of the gold armor that’s usually attached to him. All for except the small gold crest at the middle of his chest. You sit in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. He rests his hands comfortably around your hips and pulls you closer into his body.

He places a kiss on your neck and gently sighs.

“How are you, darling?” He asks.

“I’m wonderful,” you quip, your fingers playing with his waves framing his face, looking anywhere else so he can see through the lie.

His eyes narrow, immediately seeing through your chipper tone.

“I still know when you’re lying to me. Why would my goddess lie to me?” He says as he gives your hips a little squeeze.

You sigh and look at him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-. I know you’re busy and I don’t want to impose,” you start to say.

“Now don’t do that. You’re never an imposition. Tell me what’s on your mind. Tell me what you need,” he says sternly, cupping your face in his hand. You melt into his touch and savor it. You look into his beautiful blue eyes and give into him so easily.

“I’m a little homesick,” you whisper.

You feel him still and his eyes fill with sorrow.

“I’d like to visit Earth for a little bit,” you tell him.

He nods his head at you, leaning in and kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think about how all this change would affect you. Please forgive me,” he begins to say.

“Darling, don’t be sorry. I know how much you missed your home and I couldn’t be so selfish when you haven’t been home in hundreds of years."

“This place has been a comfort to me more than I can ever describe. It’s just how I remembered it but it’s also changed so much. I’ve really loved being back, but you need to have that same experience too in your home. I’ll gladly take you there; I just don’t know if I should show my face there…” he says insecurely.

“I don’t want to be in the city. I want to be away from all of that and I just want to be on Earth with you. There’s this small town upstate that I used to visit when I was a kid. I loved it there. We won’t see anyone for miles,” you assure him. He smiles and looks down at your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“And one more thing.”

He snickers as he looks at you and waits expectantly for your reply.

“I want you to teach me more magic.”

His eyes flare with intrigue and smiles.

“That sounds dangerous,” he quips.

“You love danger,” you tease.

“I do, especially when you’re involved.”

“So it’s settled, you’ll teach me more, and we’re going to Midgard.” You say smartly.

“Seems my devious ways have rubbed off on you,” he says cheekily.

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The cabin is warm and inviting when you both arrive. There’s not another building in sight for miles and all you can hear is the wind blowing through the trees. You missed this. It’s felt so long since you’ve experienced this. The palace can be quiet but this is a different level of peace. You’re probably biased because you grew up with this but there’s truly nothing like this serenity.

You pack a light bag with a few personal items and a few changes of clothes. You brought some plain clothes like leggings and a fitted tee to blend in better if you saw any mortals. Asgardian clothes are so much more ostentatious and scream you aren’t from this planet.

You change into the leggings and put on a pair of sneakers to go outside to find Loki, but he’s nowhere to be found. He isn’t far. You can sense him. You two are bound for all time and he couldn’t stay away from you too long anyway.

You go through a bit of the woods to find him at the cliffside looking at the waterfall across the way.

“Beautiful, hmm?” You say wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Yes. I see where your beauty comes from. It’s here. From Earth. This place is beautiful. Every corner of it has something special to bring. I understand why you love it so much. It’s a part of you,” he says sweetly.

“You’re too kind, honey. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“There’s no one else who could protect this place like you. I have to agree with my father on this one. You’re the perfect goddess for this place.”

“Thank you, darling,” you whisper, reaching up and kissing his lips. You quickly pull away from him, not wanting to get too swept away by his charms.

“Now, would you like to stare at the waterfall more or would you like to practice magic with me?” You quip smartly.

He chuckles and gives you this devious look.

“Where do you want to start?”

“I want to know how you can grab onto objects using your power,” you say firmly.

“I should have known you didn’t want to learn anything easy like a spell or something. No, you want to know how to do one of the hardest things to do.”

“I’m glad you know me so well,” you wink.

You’ve been able to expel your power from your palms and that’s about it. You have been successful in glamouring things when you touch them or even burn things with enough force.

But you can’t expel it any further from your body. You have to have your hands on the person in order for them to feel control of your magic, which isn’t always that helpful in battle.

Loki places his hands on top of your forearms and you squeeze his arms too. His demeanor gets serious and feel this commanding, buzzing electricity shared between you two.

“You’ll need to focus to do this, okay?” He tells you.

“I know.”

“You need to feel your power course through you just like it is now. But the trick is, I can’t be touching you,” he explains.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” you tease.

“This is not considered focusing, y/n,” he growls.

“Fine, fine. I’m focused.”

“Good, you need to figure out your own way to conjure the power from the inside of your body to the outside of it. Everyone does it differently. I visualize it. For me, it’s in a cage, rattling to come out. What do you see for yours?” He asks.

You close your eyes and try to find it, try to find the place it comes from. You’ve never thought of it like this and it’s harder than you thought. But then something in the distance emerges. A large oak tree, it’s green foliage making a canopy and the hum of electricity in the center of the trunk.

You open your eyes and stare at him.

“I see it.”

“What do you see?” He asks.

“An oak tree.”

He looks at you with warmth.

“Of course it is. I wouldn’t expect anything else for a goddess like you. Now, keep that picture in the forefront of your mind. That’s where you’re going to pull it from. I’m going to let you go now,” he instructs.

His hands slide off of you and you feel less of that electric spark that runs through you both when you touch. You keep the tree in your mind and focus with your eyes closed.

“Gather the power from the center of the oak tree and slowly release it up, through the branches and up to the sky,” he tells you.

You see that glowing light in the center of the tree and feel it, bubbling up to your fingertips.

“Open your eyes, darling,” he says softly.

You do what he says and look down at your hands. The same green power emits from you as it does Loki.

You try not to waver and focus. You have a handle on this so far; you had to keep going.

“Now extend the power further, toward me.” He says as he takes a step back from you.

Your heart races out of nervousness. You want this to work. You feel like your title of being a goddess was worthless when you can barely protect yourself. And even more importantly, you need to protect Loki.

You continue to be push your power slowly like he’s said and feel it release from your fingertips.

You give him an excited look and the glowing green power disappears. Damn it, you lost it. Loki’s tongue tsks at you disapprovingly and shakes his head. Playfully of course.

“The trick is to not get too excited about a little improvement of your power. You have to focus all the way through until the task at hand is completed. Then, you can celebrate,” he says coyly.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll keep it together this time,” you mumble, annoyed.

You gather your thoughts again and try to find that focus you had before. You go through all the same motions, visualizing, expanding, then expelling your power outside yourself. You watch it float out your fingertips with more energy and get closer to Loki. You try to keep steady as you feel your heart race with excitement.

Loki has a coy smile on his face as he watches your glowing power radiate through you.

“Okay… what do you want to do now that you have it further away from you? What do you want to control using it?”

“You. I want to grab onto you,” you quip.

He bites the inside of his cheek and you can see how hard he is trying to hide the smile on his face.

“I’m going to let you grab me with unrestrained power you have no idea how to control?” He says smartly.

“Yes, the safest way to test it is on you, I think.”

He stops his own power coming from his palms and just holds his hands out in front of him.

“Okay darling, show me what you’ve got.”

You’re feeling quite bold for someone who’s never controlled the magic coming out of them. You try to regain focus and push the radiating power even further and have it mesh together in one rope-like strand.

Okay, you’re getting somewhere. Now you just need to figure out how to make it last and keep the strength up. It creeps closer to his wrists and curves as you try to get it wrapped around him. Your arms feel fatigued but you’re going to keep pushing through it. You know you can do this.

You push more power from the tops of the oak tree and enclose his wrists with the green glowing light coming from you. He grunts slightly as it clasps down on him tighter than you intended. His eyes dart back at you, slightly impressed you were able to keep your focus this long.

“Not bad, took me by surprise,” he teases, “let’s see if you can do more.”

It’s a clear challenge from him. He likes to test you and get your temper up.

You take a step forward and put more pressure on his wrists and use all your energy to pull him forward. He staggers towards you, shocked by the force. He smirks and pulls away, clearly liking this little game. You don’t stop and will show him he can’t always win.

You take deep, slow breaths and feel the flood of power take hold of him. He looks down at his wrists in shock, then back up at you. You pull him towards you with more force so that your chests are almost touching. You feel breathless and a little spent, but the thrill of using your power to control a god… now that’s a rush.

You pull his hands down so he’s not touching you and he has to stay still in front of you.

“It looks like I win,” you tease.

He chuckles, “I never doubted you. Can you let me touch you now? This is torturous,” he says uncomfortably.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t think I want to… Of all the times you’ve bound my hands, I think I need you to taste a bit of your own medicine,” you taunt.

“You’re a wicked little thing,” he growls.

“Mhmm…” you hum, leaning in and kissing his lips.

He groans the moment he feels your skin on his, acting like he’s been so deprived of you. Your hands tangle in his hair and deepen the kiss. It felt so strange not having his hands wrapping around your body like a vine. So you tease him with every little touch. Nipping his neck, licking his earlobe, all things you knew that drove him crazy.

“Would you like to come inside with me?” You beckon.

A low growl forms in his chest, “Mmm… and what are you going to do to me in there?”

“Hmm… I think I’ll keep you like this and use my tongue to lick every inch of you,” you tease.

“Oh, you think you can hold focus for that long?” He challenges, his eyes flaring on the borderline of petulance.

You don’t think you can at all.

You’re going to break the moment you see his perfect body lying on the bed and beg him to ravage you instead.

“Can’t hurt to try,” you quip.

You lead him back to the cabin as he tries his very best to get out of your restraints. You were just as surprised as him. You didn’t think this would hold up for this long. He is surely stronger than you, being hundreds of years older but for whatever reason, he can’t get away from you.

Getting him into the bedroom isn’t too difficult of a task, but that gaze he kept on you the whole time makes you feel like a puddle. You just know he’s plotting every single thing he wants to do to you once he has the split-second chance to put his hands on you.

So that means you need to focus more than ever. It’s almost impossible to deny him. He’s going to use every trick in the book to try to get his way with you.

You keep walking him backward and he stops when the backs of his knees hit the bed.

“Lay down for me,” you coo.

There’s so much fight in his eyes. There’s nothing he hates more than not having his way. Especially with you. But he has no other option than to listen to you and kicks off his shoes before he lies back on the bed.

He’s also dressed in human clothes to blend in a bit better. He looks so damn perfect in the simplest of outfits. His black long-sleeve button-up is rolled to his elbows and his dark indigo Levi’s fit him too well. You try to regain focus and step closer to him. He gives you this glaring, heated look that nearly knocks you off your feet.

“Well, you have me where you want me…what are you going to do now?” He grumbles.

“Exactly what you think.”

It takes more focus to keep him still and start taking your clothes off piece by piece. You make a show of it. Dragging your shirt from your arms, turning around while you take your leggings off. All while you hear him grumbling and squirming on the bed.

He stares at you like it’s the first time. Like he’s never seen such a beautiful creature naked. That heated gaze goes from your lips, to your breasts, to you wet core and your weakening legs. You feel him try to reach for you and stop him.

“No, you don’t get to touch me just yet.”

“You are going to kill me. What have I done to endure such torture?” He says frustratedly.

“All the times you’ve done this to me.”

“Damn it,” he grits through his teeth.

You keep him still and unbutton his shirt, fanning it out and lick him from his navel up to his neck. You kiss his pliant and tell him how much you love him. Another deep groan forms when he feels you do this.

“Do you need something, darling?” You ask.

“Yes…” he hisses.

“Mmm… and what is that?”

“You. All of you, please. Now.” He says low.

You move down to unbutton his jeans you can already see the imprint of his hard cock. You tease him for a moment over his jeans and then pull them down further and grab his warm length. He groans heavily from just that and tries to move to touch you again.

You smirk at him, loving the sight underneath you. You’ve got him so needy and weak for you, he’s dying for more.

You take your time with him, leave him wanting more as your tongue worships every inch of him. Your hand wraps around the base of him and your tongue swirls around the tip of him, dripping with precum. He makes this delicious groan when you first wrap your mouth around him. It makes your core throb just hearing him enjoy you like this.

You keep it slow while also making sure he’s still bound by your magic. To your surprise, he’s not going anywhere. He’s all too focused on what your mouth is doing to him. The way he curses your name or bucks his hips up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth. You tease him long enough to where you know he’s close, but don’t let him get there.

You quickly take him out of your mouth and crawl up his body to kiss him. You stop to look at his beautiful, pleading face. Those bright blue eyes look at you like you’re his one saving grace and also his worst enemy right now.

“You are pure evil with this power of yours,” he grumbles.

“Learned from the best, my love. Now, be good and let me make a mess of you.”

You straddle his hips and feel his length rest against your core. You push his hands above his head and keep yours on his wrists. You are just as weak as him and need him terribly.

Sinking down, you take him and let him fill you. Your eyes roll back and your jaw drops. You’re more sensitive than normal and you can’t pretend this isn’t the best thing you’ve ever felt. Your breath gets caught in your throat as every inch of him feels better and better. He’s just as weak and is cursing your name under his breath. His jaw clenches as you sink down further on his length and squeeze around him. Every inch felt perfect, you can never get over the way your body melted into his.

“Loki-,” you whimper, looking at him through fluttering eyes.

“Keep going, darling, you look lovely on me like this,” he grumbles.

His voice shoots through you like an electric shock, lighting up every single nerve in your body.

Your body moves without thinking, just doing what feels right and making you come undone faster than you want. Your grip on his wrists tightens as your control is slowly waning. His head writhes against the pillows as you ride him, taking him fully.

“Fuck, that’s it, darling. Just like that,” he grits through his teeth, his hips slightly bucking up.

This delicious pressure builds inside you, making every sense inside of you feel like a live wire ready to explode. You look into his eyes and watch him bite his bottom lip, groaning with every thrust. Oh, it’s quite the sight to watch a god crumble underneath you and curse your name in the best way. All while his eyes drink you in like a fine wine. He’s watching the sweat permeate at your temples, your tender breast aching to be touched, and your wet core beginning to throb.

Your breathing is haggard and you feel every ounce of control slowly start to dissipate. Your hips grind onto the base of him, rubbing your clit against him and feeling your climax coming fast. It is too difficult to focus on retaining your power around his wrists with his cock filling you this good. You have no idea how he does this to you and never loses his control.

“You like this, darling? You like being in control, hmm?” He taunts, slightly out of breath.

God he just wants you to completely crumble and beg him for him. You know his game all too well.

“Yes,” you whimper, feeling your control slipping more.

“I know, darling. Just watching you like this makes me want to cum,” he grunts, pushing his hips into you. You feel out of control now and can’t think straight anymore.

It was all too much. His gravelly voice and the groan he makes after saying that sets you on fire. You can’t catch your breath and squeeze your eyes closed. Every ounce of power from inside you completely fizzles out and suddenly, Loki’s hands are wrapped around your waist and flipping you onto your back.

You gasp at the sudden forcefulness and grunt when your back hits the mattress. You look straight up into his eyes and see the power coursing through him.

“That was a good little trick, my darling, but now it’s my turn,” he quips with a sly smile on his face. He presses a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips, making you completely at his mercy. You feel his hot length press against your entrance and his power slither up your arms and bind your wrists above your head.

You writhe against him and whimper helplessly. You knew all his tricks but that didn’t mean you were any less immune to them. You’re fully at his mercy and stare into those dangerous yet alluring eyes. You can see how there is some playfulness behind them, and on the other hand, he’s trying to hold back how frustrated he has been tied down by you.

He leans into your ear, the tip of his length slowly entering.

“I’m debating how to take you, my darling… Slow and tender, or absolutely ravish you until you forget your own name and cannot stop saying mine… this is a very difficult decision for me,” he growls as he nips your earlobe.

Your brain can’t fathom either situation and don’t know which option is better. The more you think about it, the more your core tightens at every situation.

“Damn it, you’re torturing me. I’m dying for you, I know you can feel it. And you’re feeling the same way, you’re dying to bury your cock inside me, aren’t you baby?”

You feel your wetness pool and every part of you flame. He moans in response and you try to lift your hips up to take more of him inside you. He quickly moves back and doesn’t let you get what you want. He gives you this dark, glaring look.

“Do I need to tie you down to this bed in order to get you to listen? You don’t get to have me the way you want anymore. You had you chance. You will take what I give you, okay?” He says firmly.

“Don’t you dare tie me down Loki. Don’t you fucking dare,” you seethe.

You’re at your wits end with your husband’s mind games and try to get free from his grasp and it budges slightly. You try to move more, hoping your strength takes him by surprise. He pushes back on your wrists with his power and grunts in frustration.

“Oh, you are an insolent little thing. Come here.” He growls.

He unbinds your wrists and quickly picks you up, twists you around, pushing your face in the sheets and lifting your hips up. You’re out of breath and before you can tell him to turn you back around, something covers your mouth and he can’t hear a word you say. He pulls your arms behind your back and ties them there with his power. Now you can’t speak and can’t move an inch. Fuck, he is too powerful to stop.

His hands squeeze your hips tightly and you feel the head of his cock push at your entrance.

“Such a bad, bad girl. Never listening. And that mouth on you… says the most naughty things to me. But you are right… I am dying to stuff you with every last inch of my cock. Your pussy is so wet for me, so needy, and all mine,” he grunts, pushing his length in.

You whimper loudly and your eyes roll back. Dear God, he is too much. You can barely breathe and each long, powerful thrust he gives makes you feel like mush. He groans heavily behind you, “fuck darling, you feel like heaven. So perfect,” he groans.

You whimper loudly and squeeze your eyes shut. As much as you want to move, you love him taking you like this and don’t want him to stop. He knows just what it takes for you to fall apart like it was second nature to him. One of his hands reach to the front of you and begins to rub your overly-sensitive clit.

You grunt loudly and your legs feel weak. The pressure builds in your lower stomach and you want to beg him to keep going.

“So good, darling, doing so good. Do you want to fall apart?” He says deviously, snapping his hips into you.

You frantically nods your head and your moan is muffled against whatever is covering your mouth.

His one hand wraps around your hair and the other pulls you up from your torso off the bed. Your back is flush to his chest now and the grip on your hair tightens.

He lets out a disgruntled groan and you can feel his hot breath down your neck.

“I don’t know if someone so bad should get to finish before I do…” he mumbles, moving slowly out of you.

Your moan is muffled still and you turn your face to look at him. Your eyes plead for him, begging for him to give you what you want.

Something softens in his eyes and he removes the magic covering your mouth. You take a sharp breath in and let your head rest on his chest. You have no more fight left in you and you just want him to please you.

“Please… please I just need you,” you cry softly.

He runs his hand softly along your head and nods.

“I know. I know you need me.”

His hand snakes down to the front of you again and rubs your clit.

“Show me how much you like this and cum,” he groans in your ear, moving inside you again.

Your eyes roll back and feel that sweet release build and about to crash down on you. You swear this man has a way with you and can make you do anything on command. You can’t catch your breath anymore as every snap of his hips is commanding and powerful.

Every muscle inside your body tenses and your climax crashes down. You curse his name as your core squeezes around him and ecstasy fills your veins. His hands wrap around your torso as he feels you coming apart on him. His head rests in the crook of your neck and peppers kisses on your cheek as he gives you continuous praise for listening to him and being so good for him.

Your whole body shudders as his hips snap into you more unevenly and he’s struggling to breathe normally. You know he’s almost there too and it’s not going to be very long until he’s falling to pieces behind you.

“So good, darling… I-I, I need you,” he says gruffly.

“I’m right here, honey. Let go for me,” you whimper.

Another thrust and you feel his length pulse inside you, his warm cum spilling. He holds onto you tight as if you are going to float away from him. The sound of his pleased groans makes your core tighten around him again and he curses your name.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I can never get enough of you.”

“Good, don’t ever stop needing me,” you say softly.

His hips slow and ravages your neck in kisses as he comes down from his release. He continues to whisper the most vile things in your ear and in the same breath say how much he loves you. How cannot live without you and you’re everything he’ll ever need. He unties the magic that was around your wrists and turns you around to look at your face. His hand caresses your face and you gladly lean into it. Those lips slowly form into a sly smirk as he looks at your face.

“What is it?” You quip.

“You’re quite impressive; you managed to tie a god to a bed, and I can’t lie… I liked it a bit,” he says coyly.

“So what you’re saying is I can practice my magic on you any time?” You say smartly.

“Well… what is that expression mortals say… practice makes perfect.”

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