#domloki

[laskapsy]

[anonymousfiction211]

Training exercise

Summary: Loki is training you. However, one training session takes another turn.  Word count: 2.186 words Warning: Smut with a bit of knife play, teasing, sub Loki & dom Loki A/N: Thanks so much for al the likes and reblogs :)! Really appreciate it. If you have any comments, suggestions or ideas don’t be afraid to contact me. Hope you like this one.

Loki had you in his grip, his knife was against your throat. That was the third time in the last 10 minutes. “You are not paying attention” he sighed. He released you from his grip. You turned around “I’m tired, can’t we continue tomorrow?” you asked him. He just shook his head “It is important to practice every day, I told you this when you asked for my help” I know, I know… you thought a bit irritated. “Again” he said.

You changed your stance, standing in the first position. Loki was waiting for you. He looks hot today you thought. You took a deep breath. Don’t get distracted by him. Loki attacked first, with his left hand up high. You blocked him. With his right hand he moved his practice knife towards your stomach. You took a step back, making him miss. You tried to stab him in his shoulder, but he grabbed your wrist. You tried to punch him with your free hand, but he grabbed that wrist too. He crossed them, making you turn your back to him. He pushed you closer to him “You really are terrible today” he purred. “Whatever, it’s not like this is a real fight. Just a stupid drill exercise” you grumbled. However, I don’t mind you holding me like this.

There was a green glow around his practice knife, it turned into a real knife. “Let’s make it real then, shall we?” he hissed. He pushed you off him. You turned around, he looked angry. “Loki… that’s not… you know I didn’t…” you started to stammer. He suddenly stepped towards you, his knife went to your arm. Just in time you jumped back. “You could have cut me” you shouted at him. “You wanted real” he shouted back to you. He was moving fast, and his attacks were getting harder to dodge. He already had punched you in your stomach, gasping for air he tried to slice your throat. You blocked his knife with your practice knife. The real knife sliced right to yours. “This isn’t fair” you screamed. You were starting to get terrified. “Fights never are” he said irritated “now try to attack me, before you won’t be able to anymore”

You were starting to get angry. You tried to punch his face, but he blocked you. When you tried to kick him in his groin, he grabbed your leg and made you fall down on your back. You didn’t have time to recover, because he was on you a millisecond later. His knife was against your throat once again. “You’re death” he said. You were really angry with him now. “Last time I checked I was still breathing” you said annoyed. “Last time I checked I could cut your throat in a second, you won’t do much breathing after that” he quipped back with a smug face. Gosh, I want to punch him in his smug face and then kiss him you thought. He released the knife from your throat and was getting off of you. Right then you took the upper hand and push him to his back. In the process of doing this you sliced your shoulder against his knife.

He looked shocked at you. You were sitting on top of his hips, hands on his chest. The band of your tank top was cut, exposing one breast a bit more than the other. It was a shallow cut, but there was some blood trickling from it. It stung a bit, and you were breathing heavily. He grabbed your wrist and sat up right to get a better look at the cut. “That was stupid” he mumbled. You gave a tug at your wrist, but he didn’t release you. He held them together with one hand. The other one he used to heal your cut. In one smooth motion it was healed, but he didn’t remove his hand. His hand stroked the healed cut again and went a little lower. “Better?” he asked. When he looked at you, you saw that his pupils were dilated. He was stroking the place of the cut, making it very hard for you to formulate an answer.

You felt yourself starting to blush. You nodded and got off him as quick as you could. You wanted to walk away, but he grabbed your shoulder “Maybe you should lay down? You look a bit flushed” he said. He walked you inside, still having his hand around your shoulder. You noticed he pushed you a bit closer, which you didn’t mind at all. He led you to his chambers. “You sure?” you asked. You had a crush on Loki for years, but it did take a while to form a friendship. He started to train you a few weeks ago, that improved your friendship a lot. But you never had been inside his chambers, he didn’t want people to. “I think I overworked you a bit, so I want to keep an eye on you” he said. When he opened the door for you, he winked at you. That made you blush, and you avoided his gaze.

“Go lay on the bed” he said. His bed was huge. You walked towards it and lay on top of the sheets. Loki was taking off some of his armour, only wearing his pants and a shirt. His abbs are really visible. You went to lay on your side, so you couldn’t look at him anymore. Loki walked towards the other side of the bed and laid next to you. He was looking at you. You looked back at him “What’s wrong?” you asked him. He put a strand of your hair against your ear. You tried not to lean into his touch, but failed. I hope he doesn’t notice. “Are you finally going to tell me why you were so distracted today?” you looked at him in horror. You couldn’t tell him, you shook your head.

“How did you know?” you asked. “I would be a terrible teacher if I didn’t notice it. You hide it well, but not well enough for me. But maybe you wanted me to know subconsciously.” He moved a bit closer to you. His hand was stroking against the place where your cut was. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” You felt yourself move closer too, wanting nothing more than to lay closer to him. “No, thanks for healing me” you said. He moved his hand away, you were a bit disappointed. “You know, I know something that could make it better” he smirked. “What?” you wondered. He put his hand on your hip and moved closer. He closed the distance between you, his lips almost touching yours. You stopped breathing and looked up at him. “May I?” he whispered. You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours. He started to kiss you slowly and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Your hand went to his neck, pulling him more down to deepen the kiss. He responded by sliding his hand from your hip to your lower back, pulling you more towards him. He broke this kiss and when his lips left yours you moved with him, not wanting to stop. He chuckled at your action. “Better?” he asked with a playful tone in his voice. You bit your lip. “Yeah, but how long have you known?” you asked him. “I read your thoughts when you seemed distracted, figuring out what was wrong. I don’t mind holding you so close either” he grinned at you “but you really should be able to defend yourself against my attacks by now” he said more serious. “Maybe you should show me a few more moves” you said teasingly. “Happy to oblige, darling”

He kissed you passionately. His hand went to your hair and he tugged at it. When you moaned he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. He was taking his time, exploring every inch of it. He broke the kiss and pushed you down hard on the bed. He was laying on top of you in a second. “You need to learn how to anticipate actions, get control of the situation” he told you. “I know, it’s just, it’s really hard to concentrate when your teacher is that hot” you smirked. He laughed at your comment. He started to kiss your neck, trailing up towards your ear. He sucked at your earlobe, making you moan. “New exercise: you don’t get to come, until you have gained the upper hand” he whispered in your ear. A green shimmer appeared and both of you were completely naked. You gasped, but Loki started to kiss you. Goosebumps were forming on your skin, from the cold, or from Loki’s actions, you did not know or care.  

Quickly you discovered that Loki was skilful. Every kiss, every stroke, every squeeze was deliberate and calculated. He had you a panting mess in five minutes and extremely wet in the next five. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You didn’t mind, especially since your hands were finally roaming his body. It didn’t take Loki long to get hard from your actions. He placed his body, so you weren’t able to move much. His fingers were stroking your clit, dipping between your folds. He would push two fingers inside you, finding that spot. Stroking you, almost sending you over the edge. But every time he sensed you would come, his would stop. He would kiss you, stroke your breast, pinch your nipples. He repeated that three times and you were almost sobbing. You wanted to come, badly.

You tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. You tried to push him inside you, but he wouldn’t let you. The only thing he let you do was go through his hair, caress is back and stroke his cock. But after stroking his cock for a few minutes he would grab your wrists and put them above your head. “I thought I taught you better than this” he purred. When his hand moved down to your sensitive clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. Not again you thought. You didn’t know what came over you, but you saw a dagger on his nightstand. You grabbed the dagger, locked your legs in his knees and rolled him over. He grunted while you pushed him on his back, straddling his laps, knife against his throat. You locked eyes, both panting heavily.

“Good girl” he grinned. You felt his cock twitch. You noticed something change in his eyes. He likes not being in control. You put more pressure on the knife, he hissed. “Hand under your head” you told him. He narrowed his eyes and for a moment you thought he wouldn’t listen. But he did, he put his hand under his head. You slowly trailed the knife towards his chest, you felt his hips buckle underneath you. You smirked at him “New exercise: you won’t get to come until you back me for it”. His eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but you put the point of the dagger on his chest. Not enough to pierce the skin, but hard enough so he would feel it. He closed his mouth and nodded at you. “Good boy” you purred. You put his cock inside of you. You rode him, alternating your pace from slow, to fast, back to slow. Every time Loki buckled his hips you stopped. Every time his hands moved from under his head you put more pressure on the dagger and told him to lay still.

After a long time, you were still riding him, slowly. Then you heard Loki saying “please”. His voice cracked when he begged you. You decided to comply and rode him faster. “One hand on my clit” you said. Loki immediately obeyed and was stroking your clit, gritting his teeth. You saw he didn’t want to come before you. He was trying hard. The orgasm you had shot through you and you came screaming his name. Loki came right after, pumping in and out of you a few more times. You cleaned yourself and when you came back you saw that Loki was dressed in lounge pants on his bed. He handed you one of his shirts, which was way too big for you. You put it on and laid next to him, head on his chest. He was playing with your hair. “Didn’t take you for a submissive type” you finally said to him. You looked at him and swore you saw him blush for a second. “I’m not, but I don’t know in here… a bit, maybe” he said while motioning at his room. You noticed he didn’t look you in the eyes. “I like it” you said “I am definitely paying more attention next time we train” you smirked. He looked at you, you saw doubt in his eyes, but was replaced with relief. He kissed your forehead and you nuzzled yourself closer to his neck. “Why did you think I wanted to train you in the first place?” he said.  

[mrskatha]

[pixieking23]

Loki Syndrome 3: The Fall of the Realms (Ch. 08)

Here we go! Things get a bit heated in this chapter! I want to make a disclaimer here: Loki is not a perfect person, and he does not behave his best in this chapter. I wanted to portray their first spat as a couple, and unfortunately nothing gets Loki more irritable and angry than the subject of his brother. So a little bit of Trigger Warning: domestic abuse here, but don't worry, next chapter should get a little fluffier :) As always I live for your feedback so please let me know what you think!

Setting: Marvel MCU, Post Avengers film. Rating: Explicit Pairing: Loki x OFC Warnings: D/s themes, violence. Summery:   As Loki prepares for the coming invasion of Nidavelir and works to get his pieces all in place, Anne asks the most dangerous question of all: What are his plans for Thor?

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Chapter 08: A Sore Subject

Anne sat in contented silence, her head resting against Loki's leg. The excursion to Vanaheim had been fun and exciting, but she was glad to be back in more familiar quarters now. Surrounded by things that belonged to her Master, and people who served him. His hand was resting on her head, fingers running through her loose hair, and she was glad for this moment to simply be. She had a book in her lap, studiously taking in the languages of the Arcane, learning bit by bit the ways of magic. Loki was also reading something... and it was nice, just sitting in a comfortable silence at his feet. A knock on the door made the pair of them look up from their books, though nothing in his demeanor changed to indicate that there was any anticipated trouble in this intrusion. His hand continued to stroke her head with warmth and affection as she heard him call out. “You may enter.”

The sight of one of his personal elven spies came into view. Her brows furrowed as she tried to recall the boy's name, but it would not come to her. She closed her book and gingerly settled herself on her knees, looking out at the visitor with a more formal presentation. The elf, who always appeared so very serious to her, bowed low before the King, and then once again, though not quite so low, before her as well. “Apologies for this disturbance, my King, but I have received a message from the Lady Amora. Word from Asgard.” Anne's back stiffened at that name, but she said nothing. This was all political, she knew, alliances that he needed to have in place. Her own personal dislike of the woman had no bearing on how useful she was to him. Still, she could not help her muscles stiffening at the mention of her. She felt Loki's hand grasp her a little firmer, a gentle squeeze to remind her he was there. She relaxed. “Excellent. Let's hear it.” The King leaned forward in his seat, awaiting the news. She looked up to see a mischievous grin on his face as he watched the spy, resting his chin on his knuckles. The way he lounged in his throne made it seem as though he were made for it, created for the sole purpose of ruling over the millions beneath him. He wore the throne like it was just one more thing in the universe that had been designed just for him. “Amora sends word... Thor has been welcomed back into Asgard, as per your bidding. He is being hailed a hero of the Realms for having escaped your clutches... The Lady Amora is hiding herself as his consort, going under the name of Lady Leibera. Thor has been able to convince Asgard that it would not be prudent at this time to go to war against your Realms, and has a large segment of the population convinced you are a benevolent and just ruler.” Loki nodded as he listened, his grin growing ever wider. Everything seemed to be going as planned. Anne knew that it was crucial to his machinations that Thor side with him before the Asgardian court... but there was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind that this was not the best way to go about it. Something about the entire plot unsettled her, and she found herself growing more and more uncomfortable as he and the spy continued to speak. “Everything is going according to plan, then. Asgard will keep out of my way until I am ready to deal with it directly.” Anne felt his fingers make gentle circles along her skin, and she found herself nuzzling into his touch with a happy sigh.  The spy shifted slightly before speaking again. “There is... one more thing, My King.” Loki frowned at that, gesturing to the elf to continue. She felt his body tense beside her. His plans were not foolproof, and even he knew that there was always the chance of complications. The elf nodded for a brief moment before he continued. “Amora also sends word that the Allfather has recently gone into the Odinsleep. Thor has been named Acting King of Asgard.” Loki's body relaxed as his mirthful smile returned at the news. Even Anne's heart leapt as she saw Loki stand to his feet, his hands clasped together. From where she knelt, she had the perfect view of her King as he extended his arms towards the boy. “That is incredible news! Really, couldn't have gone better if I had orchestrated it myself! Oh, but I suppose I did.” He clasped the boys shoulder with a friendly grip, clapping him on the back. “That is the best news you could possibly have delivered. As a reward, I won't have you killed the next time you have bad news to deliver.” The boy paled a little, a nervous smile twitching at the corners of his lips. For a brief moment the room was filled with an awkward kind of silence before the King's head was thrown back, laughter pealing from his lips. He took a moment, patting the boy's shoulders before speaking again. “I'm kidding. Go on, you're dismissed.” The elf nodded, flushed and a little nerve wracked, before he bowed deep again. “Y-Yes..My King.” After another, short bow to Anne, the spy was gone, the door shutting behind him. Anne smiled as she watched her King turn to look at her, a wide grin upon his face. “Dear old Odin, fallen into the Odinsleep. Oh, that is brilliant. I had thought I would have to contend with him, but no.” With each word he walked towards her, jubilant and ecstatic. “I will rip the heart of Asgard out and bring it to it's knees before me, and Odin won't be able to lift a finger to stop me.” He gestured wildly with his arms, a sinister sort of excitement vibrating through his body, his aura rippling in waves around him. Anne thought in that moment that he looked very much like he had looked the very first time she had ever seen him; In Stuttgart, delivering a speech about freedom and servitude that she would eventually come to an exceptionally intimate understanding of. It sent a chill down her spine, her body aching for that sinister dominance that had so thoroughly ravished her when had first held her captive. He looked energized. He looked malevolent. He looked villainous. She swallowed as he reached her, towering over her, his hand reaching down towards her. Clasping it in hers, she was pulled to her feet, into his waiting arms. Her body vibrated with excitement as she felt his lips move across her neck, his breath on her skin. “I will take Asgard... just as I have taken every other Realm. And I will do it all in time to save the Realms from the coming threats.” His voice whispered through her mind as she felt his arms around her, running along her body and exploring her curves as though he owned them. Which, he did. But that nagging thought still pulled at her consciousness, still implored her to speak. “And... what about Thor, Master?” She could feel his body stiffen as though made of lead, pulling back from her and gripping her shoulders at an arms length. “What about Thor?” His voice took a much darker tone than that of his previous jubilations, betraying a sudden shift in mood. Her eyes widened as she gazed up at the face that had just moments prior been filled with such mirth, and now scowled down at her with a severity that made her cringe. “I.. I was just wondering.. what.. what is to become of Thor, Master?” His grip released her and he turned away, his expression derisive and his teeth clenched in annoyance. A dismissive hand was waved at the question. “Nothing is to become of Thor. He's a playing piece, nothing more. His purpose is to pave the way into Asgard for me, to hand the Realm over at Amora's behest, and to ride into battle with me when the time comes for it. Apart from that, I could not care less what becomes of him. Once his usefulness is spent I shall be rid of him.” She frowned, a feeling of deep disturbance overwhelming her. She knew that Loki could be cold, and he could be cruel. But she also knew that he was not a man devoid of emotion, no matter how he might pretend otherwise at times. And she felt sure that this was not how his relationship with his brother should be left standing. She coughed to clear her throat before speaking again. “You keep speaking of a coming threat that you will save the Realms from... what is coming Master?” He paused where he had been pacing, turning a light lipped scowl towards her. His manors had changed so drastically within moments, she was not sure what to expect. “There is an enemy, from outside of the Nine Realms coming to take them. To destroy them. I will not let it happen. I will unite them and lead them against the coming threat.” His voice sounded strained as he spoke, as though it was not a topic he enjoyed being questioned on. She could see his throat constrict and his shoulders stiffen, and she hastened to speak to finish the conversation as quickly as possible. “If..if there is such a threat... Thor is a strong warrior but, will he not be more useful to you in the coming battle if he is able to wield Mjolnir?” That made his lips purse, his brows furrowed in a scowl she had very rarely seen upon his face. She winced as she realized that she had completely destroyed his good mood... but it was too late to back out of the conversation now. “Certainly, but while he is under Amora's spell he cannot wield it, for he is not himself. And if he were himself, he would not be swayed to my cause. Thor is a great oaf who does not think before he acts, and does not listen to the council of others. He is stubborn and rash. And he will not see reason. You are suggesting I have Amora release him, only to have him turn on me and try to kill me?” She bit her lip as she tried to think of what to say. Shaking her head, she looked up to him with wide eyes. “No, Master, I... I'm sure he would not try to.. I mean, I'm certain that he could be made to see things your way Master. Shouldn't... shouldn't you try to convince him? Instead of keeping him in.. in this brainwashed spelled state Amora has him in?” “What would you have me do?!” Loki's voice was now a roar of anger, and she cringed away from him as she saw his rage increasing, his aura growing up around him like green flames. “I have talked with Thor many times, I have attempted to reason with him to no avail, he will not listen! I know you have a soft spot within you for those Avengers, and I have shown them much mercy on your account, but you cross a line when you comes to Thor.” His voice reverberated through the room, an angry snarl that made him a menacing figure. She backed up against the wall behind her, hands reaching back to press against the cold stone. “But... But Master.. He's your brother-” Her words were cut off as he stormed towards her, pinning her against the wall. She bit her lip and refrained from crying out, though she could hear her heart beating in her chest as fear began to well up within her. Her mind raced as thoughts poured through her. Shit shit shit... this is a sore subject I shouldn't have brought it up... “He is NOT my brother!” Loki's voice roared out at her, his face an expression of pure rage. She had never seen him so.... uncontrolled as this. Generally even when he was angry he was calm, collected. But this... this was unbridled passion, a furious tempest unleashed. She could feel her throat constrict in fear as she looked at him. Her eyes shone as she waited, barely daring to breath. He glowered down at her, his eyes burning with emotion. “He never was. I am not going to waste such sentiment on one such as him.” As he spoke she drew in a deep breath, bracing herself against the wall. Her heart was pounding, beating faster and faster as the moment between them was drawn out. There was a boldness within her that called her to stay steadfast in her stance, but she didn't want to anger him further. Squaring her shoulders she dared to raise her head up towards him, setting her jaw in determination. “I remember from when I worked with the Avengers. Thor loves you, Thor was always talking about how much he missed you and wanted you to come home. Thor-” “ENOUGH!” There was a loud cracking sound that reverberated through the room as his hand connected with her face, sending her back against the wall with the force of the blow. She did not have the breath to cry out, too surprised to scream. With wide eyes she looked at him, trembling and trepidatious. Not another word was spoken between them. She was panting, drawing in each breath heavily, her body trembling. The blow hadn't hurt so much as shocked her, and she was not sure what to say or do next. He did not give her a chance to. With a snap of his fingers, a grim scowl upon his face the last thing she saw, the room closed in on her. With a rush of green magic the room faded out of existence around her, replaced by his bedroom. She didn't need to try the door to know that it was probably locked. “Well what do you know...” She whispered to herself in shocked surprise as tears began to well up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks. “Our first fight.”

@wolfsmom1

[hiddlesohmy-blog]

I see you mad with want. Lust glazing your eyes, so obvious, so raw and so pure. I will have you beneath me soon, writhing in pleasure as I take you. Your whimpers will turn into full fledged moans, your voice will be hoarse by the end. But before that I will pleasure you in ways you may have never dreamed of. Yes, I shall dominate you completely and you will not even realize it. Look at me as you shout, yes I shall enjoy every bit of having you under my control my little one.  

A/N: Just a little something I wrote, because well Loki.