Cool Heat | Chapter 3
Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: This chapter will have dubcon/light noncon - please don't read if you are uncomfortable with this. Specifically, Loki has sex with the reader while she is asleep.
Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, more tags to be added
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CHAPTER 3
While you were asleep, you had a pleasant dream. You dreamt of cool, caressing hands on you, a man sliding up to you and spooning you; his chest on your back, his hips lined up to your behind.
You shivered a bit. His skin felt like he had been outside in winter without a jacket, but you allowed him to go on because he knew just where to touch you. His hands traveled underneath your shirt, gliding fingers up your stomach and then to your breasts. He captured them in his hands, kneading them with his cold digits. The added sensation of the low temperature when he pinched your nipples made you gasp, simultaneously wanting to flinch from the cold but pressing into him even more.
One of the hands moved to your thighs, causing another shiver. Then the man’s hands slid upward, stroking you through your underwear. After a few, deliberate strokes he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and began to tug them down your legs. When those were disposed of, his fingers came back and coated themselves in your wetness. You shivered and bucked at the very sensitive contact in your private areas. It was cold down there, ice cold; nowhere so sensitive should be exposed to such low temperatures like these, and yet it felt so good.
He thumbed at your clit lazily, lining up his cold, hard cock with your vulva. It wasn’t as cold as his fingers, surprisingly. But what did surprise you was how big he was. He rubbed himself between your legs, then he grunted, and suddenly entered you with one swift motion. You moaned in shock at the motion, at how big he was, and the frigid feeling inside of you. It instantly made you clench around him, eliciting a guttural groan from your silent lover and he began to move desperately inside you. He moved his hands: one held your hips in place, fingernails lightly digging into your skin; the other snaked underneath your torso to grasp your breasts.
With every thrust the man grunted, like he was angry, or maybe trying to concentrate – but why? Sometimes he would dig his nails into your hips more before instantly correcting his grip to lighten again. It’s like he was holding back, trying to maintain control. The only thing he didn’t have as much control over was himself inside you. He didn’t start slowly; when he entered you he almost immediately began to pump quickly. But that was okay, you loved it, you loved how cold and big he was inside you. The shivers weren’t just chills anymore. And thankfully, despite his cold skin, the movement of sex helped to keep you from freezing over.
You also loved how vocal he was. He grunted and sighed as he took your pleasure, gripping and ungripping your hips in this dance between feral and controlled. Why did he hold back? Couldn’t he tell how much you were loving this? You wanted him to be a wild animal inside of you, to come and claim you while you’re asleep.
Asleep.
You’re asleep.
This dream seems awfully real.
You slowly opened your eyes to the darkness of the night.
A grunt behind you, cold fingernails on your hips. You were being moved. You were being fucked.
Out of surprise, you sat up, propping yourself up with your arm.
“Loki?! Is that you?!”
Instantly, he retracted himself from you. His fingers, his cock. He scrambled quickly off the bed and to his feet.
His voice spoke through the dark. “I have no excuse, I have no idea what came over me. It wasn’t right… I shouldn’t be…”
You pulled the chain on the nightstand lamp. Warm, yellow light filled the room and you turned to see Loki standing next to your bed. He was still blue and completely erect. His cock was a slightly darker blue than the rest of him, and the head a deep purple. Something inside you stirred.
Also, a new development since you last saw him a few hours ago. He had horns. Not his golden helmet horns but actual horns growing from his head. They were about six inches long, ridged, and twisted at the ends.
“Loki, what’s going on?”
“It’s becoming worse. My head burst into incredible pains, and when I went to look at myself in the mirror I saw these,” he said, pointing to the horns. “That was two hours ago, and since my libido has increased dramatically. Then I remembered your proposition… I came here to ask, but you were asleep.”
He was even worse than before. He seemed worried and nervous, but also his brow was furrowed in anger.
“I tried to leave. I tried to turn around and just ask you in the morning, but your skin looked so soft – and whatever hair products you use, I could smell them. My senses are on overdrive. I completely lost control of myself.”
“Loki –”
“I am a monster…” he said, looking at his hands in disgust.
“Loki, hey –”
“Odin was right.”
“Loki! I’m talking to you!” you shouted.
He looked up instantly, dropping his hands and shutting his mouth.
“I’m not mad at you, okay?” you continued. “Pretty shocked and surprised, but you’re obviously not doing okay right now. You’re not thinking straight, you’re angry and irritable, I’d say you’re the equivalent to an animal in heat. Sorry, I don’t mean to compare you to an animal by the way. My point is, I forgive you.”
“Why?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Like I said, you’re not yourself right now. I’ve never seen you like this. And obviously I don’t really know you, but this is not you. Besides… I offered.”
He nodded. His shoulders untensed and his expression relaxed slightly.
“I think I should go back to Asgard. I need a healer. I need help, dignity or no.”
“Why?” You said.
“Because what if I hurt someone? I took advantage of you.”
“Hey, listen to me. You said that the only cure for this is to have sex, right?”
“Yes.”
“How is an Asgardian healer going to help you other than stripping naked? You’re obviously going crazy. You need intercourse. My proposition still stands, Loki. You can have sex with me.”
“No, out of the question,” he said angrily.
“What do you mean out of the question? Five minutes ago you were just fucking me in my sleep.”
He curled his fingers into fists. “Fair point. But I am warning you of the dangers.”
“I know about the dangers, you’ve told me like six times. How many times do I have to tell you? I want you to fuck me!”
Loki whipped his head back, blinking. “What do you mean you want me to..?”
The blushing came back again. Was he not as smart as you thought, or was he just really stupid in this state? He was thinking with his other head, after all.
“You think you’re a monster, or that’s what Asgard led you to believe about the Jotuns. But believe me when I say you look like a sexy demon man from any Earth woman’s fantasies.”
You cringed a bit when you said it, but it was true.
The god was still processing the turn in the conversation. “You… are attracted to this form?”
“That, and also just the animalistic nature of you. I’m sorry you’re suffering and you’re confused and angry, but all of it is immensely attractive. I’ll even admit, I liked when you were inside me while I was asleep.”
Loki was completely stunned. He searched your face, perhaps for a hint of facetiousness or deception. After a moment, he spoke again.
“I don’t understand, but I am tired of feeling like this, and if you’re offering.”
I literally offered like ten times, you thought, but refrained saying it aloud.
“...then brace yourself,” Loki continued, and his tone, and the air around him grew very dark.
Something within you tingled; anticipation, fear, both?
Then Loki swooped in upon you, grasping your wrists and pinning you on the bed. As you spoke before he had grown softer, but in the instant he took your consent to use you as he pleased his cock grew fully erect again.
“Move your legs,” he demanded.
You shuddered, his red eyes boring into yours as he demanded your womanhood of you. You parted your legs for him.
“Are you still wet?” Loki asked.
“Y – yes.”
“Good.”
With that, he thrusted his cock into you, sheathing himself in one push. All the while still holding your wrists above your head to the mattress.
You shrieked, both out of shock of his girth and the coldness of it, and out of excitement. Loki’s eyelids fluttered close as you adjusted to him and moved quickly, pounding at you right away.
“I’ve been craving a woman to bed for days. Nay, nearly two weeks. And it has been maddening.”
He spoke like a crazed man, one who had been denied something that belonged to him. And underneath him, bound to your bed with his cock between your legs, you were completely at his mercy. As he moved atop you, his cock stretched you, filling you to your brim. After his declaration, he said little in the way of words – the only sounds coming from his lips were grunts and groans like an animal in heat.
Before, when he was inside of you while asleep, he held back, trying not to dig his claws into you. He relinquished much of this control now. His grip upon your wrists were like iron shackles and he moved inside you hurriedly and desperately. You had little in the way of movement, the only thing you could do was arch your back into him as he sent waves of pleasure through you.
This was so much better than a dream.
You barely knew this man, speaking usually just a few sentences to him in the six months that you knew him. He was an asshole; rude, had a skyscraper tall superiority complex, a smartass. Apart from the charming accent and the cheekbones there wasn’t much you liked about him because he gave no reason for you to. So, how in the world did you get tangled up with him so quickly with this Jotun mess that he was bedding you? Obviously your judgment right now could use a bit of work, but that was a problem for later. Currently, the only thing you were worried about was being too loud for fear of waking the Avengers. There definitely had to be some kind of rule you were breaking regarding having sexual relations with the guy who tried to conquer the Earth.
Then you remembered. Wait, the Avengers aren’t here right now. They were on a mission, somewhere miles and miles away.
Loki then moved to hold both of your wrists underneath one hand and moved his other one to touch your clit. Then he thrust into you, hard.
You saw stars, and screamed underneath his touch. Your legs quivered underneath him as he delivered your pleasure.
“You like that, hmm?” He asked as he impaled you with his cock, rubbing your clit in circles just the way you like it. “Good, my little whore. Scream as I fuck you.”
After he said so, you opened your eyes to see his bright scarlet ones glowing through the dim light in the room. They were a flame in the night, igniting your own flame within. And atop his head the warm light of the lamp lit up his blue, twisting horns. You recalled the first time you saw him like this; with the horns now, he really was a devil. Or, more aptly, an incubus in the way he managed to bewitch you.
You wrapped your legs around him, hooking your ankles together to allow him a deeper angle. He groaned approvingly as he pushed himself in even more. Wet noises and moans of pure pleasure filled the room as Loki, the god who tried to enslave your planet, claimed your pussy for his own. So much better than a dream.
He drove even faster into you, removing his hands from your wrist and clit to either side of your head as he submitted to his own pleasure, focusing purely on the release he denied himself for days. His grunts filled your ears and his hips aggressively undulated into you. You began to see stars again, you growing wetter and wetter as you allowed him to take all of you. Underneath the blue god of mischief, you moaned his name as he fucked you again and again. He seemed to relish in that, a slight smile upon his face as you called the name of your god. Then, finally he snapped his hips into you, shouting into the darkness the declaration of his climax. Cool ropes of cum filled you, and with his final thrusts, you were lost too. Your walls clenched around Loki’s thick, cool cock and you screamed, reaching the peak of your orgasm with him. Waves upon waves of pleasure flooded from your cunt through your body.
When you came down from your highs both of you breathed hard. In fact, it was so good and tiring that there was a moment you thought you could have passed out. Loki’s full weight was on top of your chest, his cock expelling the last of his seed as he recuperated from the act. His breaths were cold on your face.
When he regained his strength, he pulled out from you and rolled over next to you on the bed.
“You have no idea how much I needed that. I feared I was losing my mind.”
“No – no problem,” you responded, still catching your breath and coming back down to Earth.
“I’m hoping after this that this foolishness is all over now,” he gestured to his horns as he said it. “The texts said these periods of heat come and go quickly.”
“Hopefully, yeah,” you agreed.
He magicked himself some clothes back on. “Anyway, it’s late and we both need sleep. Good night.”
“Good night,” you said.
You watched him as he left the guest room, closing the door behind him. His footsteps retreated back down the hall toward his own room.
You pulled the covers over your body. Not a minute passed and you were fast asleep.