Loki may have his suitors and swings. Especially after their fallout. However, no one turns him on naturally quite like Sigyn.
He can’t stand it, but his body gets naturally more nervous around her. More excited…like it expects something. Because his body knows what it can have from her.
Her curves have become a specific turn on for them, each time they see it on someone else. It’s one of the many things that make him gravitate towards Sigyn against his complete will.
He knows he’s not good enough for her as a person, but as a mate?
2. Deserted mansion 19. ‘You look so pretty with my hand around your throat’ 1. Loki (like super dark evil Loki) for specific kinks maybe like blood play/knife play/blood drinking (if that’s too much that’s absolutely fine)
Super excited that your doing this until Halloween! 💚
Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took me so long, I ended up writing a whole lot more than I had expected to. I think it turned out pretty spooky- I hope you enjoy!!
This fic is a part of A Dark Celebration.
Pairing: Dark!Loki x fem!Reader
Summary: You're trying your very best to sell a deserted house. But what's in the basement?
Words: 5,826
This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of blood play, knife play, dub-con/non-con, oral sex (f receiving), fingering and sex (m/f). Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.
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You clasped your hand over your mouth to muffle your breath. You desperately tried to calm yourself, your heart beating loudly in your ears, your eyes blurry from the build up of tears.
After a few moments you removed your hand, taking in quiet, shaky breaths. You strained to hear something, anything, but the house was silent. You felt around for your cell phone, quickly finding it in your back pocket. Closing your eyes for a moment to thank your luck, you focused on the screen and clicked the side button. It stayed black, unresponsive. Holding the button down with force, your phone popped up an image of a drained battery with a plug underneath it as if to mock you. Fuck.
Taking another quiet, shaky breath you heard a creak of a floorboard down the hall. Fuck.
Your heart racing once more, you quickly made your mind up and bolted from the closet, eyes trained on the open window. Standing on the dusty couch you kicked at the screen- it gave immediately, old wood crumpling inwards and falling out of the pane to slide off the roof and fall on the grass below. Not giving yourself another second you gripped the window pane and swung your legs through, feeling the grit of the roof on your shoeless foot, covered in a layer of built up grime and mould. Sitting on the pane you tried to get a grip with your feet, the surface slipping under your skin. Your breath left you when you felt an arm close around your chest, gripping you under your flailing limbs. You dug your nails into the fabric, into the exposed wrist of your captor, though it felt as if you were pressing them against rock. The arm pulled you back into the warmth of the house, the grass below now hidden from view before everything went black.
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You stood up straight, smoothing your fingers over your blazer. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, greeted by the sight of the balding man behind the desk, his ear pressed to his cellphone.
“Let me take you on the course next time so I can show you how it’s done,” he paused for a moment, listening as he waved you in. You flinched at the bark of his laugh, sliding into the chair before his desk. He eyed you before turning in his chair to face the window. “Yeah, alright Jim. See you this Sunday. Tell the missus I say hi.”
You swallowed and fingered the edge of the file, your eyes meeting the small, beady eyes of your boss as he turned around. You ignored the way they took in your body before your face.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He leant back in his chair, eyes settling over your chest before snapping up to your own.
You suppressed a shudder. “I want the Morris property.”
He shouted a laugh, sitting up in his chair. “Why the hell would you want that rats nest? It’s been on the market for years. Better realtors than you have tried and failed to move that property.” He took a noisy sip of his coffee, “city won’t let it be rezoned so it needs to be restored. Any buyer would need to invest close to a mil to even make it liveable.”
“I know.” You cut off his rant. “I have a contractor- a specialist from the next town over. He’s done amazing work,” you opened the file, spreading before and after photos before your boss.
“So?”
“If we get him to do a preliminary rundown of exactly what needs to be done, we can approach the city and get a partial credit for the work. It’s a historical property- I’ve already talked to the Mayor’s deputy, he said everyone would want to see it restored and the city would pay up to 40% of the restoration cost to the future buyer.”
His dark, little eyes scanned your face. “Okay, you’ve done some of the footwork. But what makes you think anyone would be interested in saddling themselves with this shit hole?”
You winced, “sorry Mr. Stirling but it’s not a shit hole. It still is a beautiful property- the bones are all there. I think if we pushed it harder, with this plan, we could get someone to take it.”
“And if they don’t?”
“I’ll move to reception. Or quit if you’d like me out of your hair.” You bit the inside of your cheek- you could tell he regretted bringing you on. You hadn’t sold a thing in three months- mostly because he gave the good houses to his sellers, the remaining properties sad, overpriced spaces that you and the other inexperienced realtor picked at. You found the Morris property in the archives, an abandoned victorian mansion that was seemingly unsellable. Stirling had purchased it outright when he started the firm, hoping to tear it down and sell the land, but he’d been deadlocked with the city on it for the past 25 years. You knew it was a sore spot for him.
His lips spread in a slow grin. “You’ve got balls honey. Maybe if you dressed a little nicer you’d sell more.” You held back another shudder. He leant back in his chair, popping an antacid. “Fine. You sell it or you’re out. You have a month.”
You nodded, “thank you, Mr. Stirling. You won’t regret this.” You got up to leave, mentally going through the list of things you’ll need to do once you get the key from reception.
“A month from today!” He shouted after you once you were out the door.
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Your walked through the Morris house an hour after you got the key, not wanting to wait. You needed to get things semi-presentable for walkthroughs.
The door creaked as you opened it, flecks of dust spilling out into the beam of sunlight from outside. You stepped into the front hall, large staircases on either side leading up to the second floor. There was a ratty rug before you, barely distinguishable from the wooden floors under it. You smiled, stepping through to the back of the house.
As you toured, you made notes of the features, the craftsmanship that you’d point out to potential buyers. It wasn’t until the second floor when you finally noticed the way you felt. A sickly feeling, as if you were seeing something twisted, something unspeakably horrible. You could only explain it as the way you’d felt when you were eight and your dad shot that buck he’d hit on the highway. It was still breathing, eyes wide open in fear connecting with yours when the shot pierced its heart.
You took a deep breath- you needed to get back to work.
Pushing the feeling aside, you continued your tour, finding no significant damage to the property, thank god. Your heels echoed off the wood of the staircase as you descended, stopping before the basement door. Maybe a good spot for a rec room you thought, twisting the handle. You pulled backwards but the door didn’t budge. Cursing, you had a look at the lock- it was ancient, it looked like it needed a skeleton key to be opened. Sighing, you made a mental note to ask about it at the office later.
Done for the day, you tucked the clipboard under your arm and made for the door. You hesitated a moment when your fingers touched the knob, it felt like you’d forgotten something, that there was an area you’d missed. Looking back towards the staircases you ran through everything once more mentally. Kitchen, living room, den, dining room, bedrooms, library, bathrooms… That was it. You couldn’t shake the feeling like there was something else, something more that you needed to take a look at, that you needed to explore. You looked back towards the basement door.
Shaking it off, you stepped out the door and locked it behind you.
~~~
You came and went every day that first week to let in the contractor and clean different parts of the house. You’d asked for a cleaning crew to help but Stirling told you it “wasn’t in the budget.” The bastard wanted you to fail. So you vacuumed and mopped the floors, dusted decades of grime from almost every surface, and ran the water for a few hours to get the rust out of the pipes.
You’d had no luck on the basement either. You’d even asked the contractor to try and jimmy it open with his tools, but no such luck.
On the upside you had scheduled 4 showings for tomorrow, half of the couples from the inner city, looking for more space. You’d been here since dawn, working to clean the last little bits of the property. It was well past dark now and you found yourself polishing off the bookshelf, the library upstairs somehow still standing after being abandoned decades ago. Just as you were finishing the last corner a book fell open on the carpet. You stepped closer, your brow furrowing when you saw lines written there in some type of language- maybe runes? You picked up the book and flipped through it, finding more words in another language. You closed the book and brushed your fingers over the cover, the inlaid gold spelling out Aesir.
“Huh,” you mumbled, going to put the book back. Just as you started to slide the book back into place you heard a quiet, drawn out creak. You settled the book back in place and stepped through the door, eyes falling to the front door over the upstairs balcony. You frowned- it was shut and the contractor and his assistant weren’t scheduled to come by today, especially not at this hour.
You shrugged, thinking it must be the wood in this old house, creaking under the weight of the cool night air. You finished up in the library and flicked off the light, making your way downstairs. You were about halfway down when you were greeted with the open door of the basement. You stopped, bending forward as you peered into the black darkness framed by the intricate chestnut. You strained to hear something, anything, but it was dead quiet.
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves you stepped down to your toolbox to grab a flashlight. You flicked it on and shone it through the doorframe, where it seemed to bounce off a dark black wall and a wooden step. Again, you paused to hear something only to be met with silence.
“Hello?” You called out, trying to angle your flashlight from your position to see down the steps. You couldn’t see or hear anything so you stepped forward, calling out once more. “Hello? Anyone here?”
You felt that feeling again, stronger now, that deep twist in your stomach. That mild feeling of terror mixed with a burning curiosity. You couldn’t look away. You bit your lip and took another step forward. You could see down the stairs, where they turned at the back wall of the basement. You didn’t make out anything else.
You took another breath, your palms sweating as you gripped the flashlight. You made your way to the door and shone your flashlight around. You shone the light over the dirt floor of the hand-dug basement. Checking the sides of the doorframe, you found no light switch, but you couldn’t stop now. You needed to go down there and check things out.
Testing the first wooden step, you found it to be sturdy, obviously well-made. Sighing, you continued down the steps, finding yourself at that turn. You brought the light down the rest of the way, your back to the dirt wall. There was nothing, the light hitting more dark dirt. Making your way to the bottom of the stairs, you found the air to be musty, filled with the scent of the earth around you. You slowly turned in a circle, your light slowly moving against the walls.
Your breath was shaky as you turned, that sick, twisted, curious feeling thick in the air. You knew it was irrational, nothing could be down here, not for this long. The light in your hand trembled as you continued to move it, making sure you checked the entire wall. Eventually you made it to the wall under the stairs, finding nothing there as well. You exhaled, your shoulders drooping. You shook your head and smiled, spinning around once more within the dark space before stepping back to the stairs.
Your hand was on the bannister when you felt it. A cool, firm thing pressed up behind you, a cool stream of air running against your ear.
“Don’t leave just yet, darling.”
You shrieked, your arm jerking backwards, only to be met with a rock-hard form. You started to run, but an arm slid around your waist, pulling you backwards. You fought hard, pushing against the iron-grip tightening around you as it dragged you, your low heels digging into the dirt floor, one coming off in the process. You shut your eyes, still pushing, now kicking against the form behind you. You felt yourself turning in it’s grip, your body soon pressed up against the dirt wall. You could feel cool hands on your upper arms, gripping the fabric of your shirt.
You kept fighting, kept flailing, kept screaming, all the while refusing to open your eyes. Not feeling yourself move you stopped, falling quiet, and looked forwards.
The face in front of you forced a silent scream. Pale skin, sunken eyes, with dark, long locks framing the face. He was smiling in a twisted way, his head tilted downwards to examine you, blue-green orbs startlingly bright in the dimmed light of your forgotten flashlight.
“P-please, please,” you got out, your entire body quivering.
“Oh, does the little thing want to flee?”
You nodded, “please. I’m just a realtor, I have some money on me, I have credit cards, you can take it all. Please.” You begged, tears forming in your eyes as the reality of the situation started to hit.
He chuckled. “Cute,” he slid one hand to your shoulder, holding you in place with a grip that made you wince, the other hand sliding down your arm to your waist. “But I’m afraid what I need is a little more complex.”
You started to sob at his implication, a hot tear running down your face. “Please, I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go, please.”
“No, pet. Not before I get what I need from you.” The hand at your waist came upwards, the metallic object in his hand glinting in the light. You focused on it for a moment before you realised it was a dagger.
In your shock you flinched forward, the hand gripping your shoulder slipping. You took the opportunity to twist around and out of his grip, turning to sprint up the stairs.
“I do love a chase!” He called after you.
You didn’t wait a moment, running to the front door to find it locked, the key somewhere in the depths of your bag. You sprinted to the stairs, running up the steps to a spare bedroom. You slid in the closet, hiding behind its panelled door.
You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your breath.
~~~
You blinked your eyes open, your gaze unfocused at first. You looked around to find you were on the daybed in the study, the house dark. Remembering your near-escape through the window, you figured you were out for a few hours at most.
You tried your best to fight the trembling, attempting to keep your breath steady as you did your best to make out your surroundings from the moonlight streaming through the windows. You needed to find a way out.
“Hello, pet.”
You froze, eyes darting to the dark corner of the room. You could just make out his form in the shadows, light glinting off his… armour? Your instincts kicking in you bolted for the door, only to find it locked. You twisted the handle and threw your weight up against it once, twice, then on the third time you felt a grip on your upper arm, and you were twisted around so your back met the wall. Before you could scream fingers were closing around your throat, pushing against your windpipe, your breath coming out ragged. Your hands covered his arm and you tried to pry it off of you though he didn’t budge.
“There you are,” he leaned into you, his nose grazing against the top of your head. You could hear him take a deep inhale, his cool breath hitting your face.
“P-please,” you dropped your arms and swallowed hard against his hand, your voice barely a whisper. “W-what do you want?”
“I need you darling,” he sighed, his other hand coming into view. You flinched at the sight of the dagger once more and he chuckled.
“Please don’t do this,” you felt your eyes filling with tears as he traced a straight line with the tip of the dagger from between your legs, stopping at your midsection to toss it up in the air and catch it as he grinned.
“Hush,” he brought the blade flat against your lips and you held your breath, staring into his bright eyes as you silently plead. “I don’t need it all. Just a taste, the smallest piece of you.”
You struggled again at that, your arms pushing against his chest.
He tightened his grip on your throat and brought his eyes level with yours. “I don’t need it all, but it’d be so very easy to snap your neck and take it.” His expression chilled you to your bone, but you weren’t able to look away. Your hands fell limply to your sides.
“There’s a good girl,” he smirked, moving the dagger up to your temple and down to your jaw, the tip lightly dragging against your skin. “It may hurt you pet,” you could feel the tears sliding down your face as you quietly whimpered, his hold relaxing to allow more of your breath through. He leant forward to hold his lips against your ear. “But I’ll be sure to lick your wounds,” his tongue brushed against the shell of your ear and you shuddered.
He leant back and you could see his eyes tracing up and down your body, the blue-green of his irises almost glowing in the moonlight. “You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
Holding you in place, he used his other hand to hook the blade of the knife in the collar of your t-shirt, the fabric easily tearing away as he brought it down. He pushed the cotton off your shoulders, revealing your simple black bra to him. He grazed the tip of the blade across the skin of your breasts left exposed by your bra, humming as he did so. You were shivering, the cold and the fear thrumming through your body with force.
He looked you in the eye as he slipped the blade up your chest, under the fabric of your bra. He twisted the knife and tore through it, shoving the material down your arms and to the floor. His eyes hungrily took in your exposed breasts, nipples hardening from the cool air.
“You are such a treat, pet. I can’t wait to taste you.” He caressed the skin of your breasts with the cool blade before making a shallow cut at the top of your left breast and you cried out, the pain surprising you. Tutting, he dipped his head to lave the cut with a long stroke of his tongue and you whimpered, your hips bucking back against the wall from the sensation. He sucked against the skin and hummed, his leg pushing yours apart.
“Lovely,” he smiled, a drop of blood hanging from his lower lip. He came forward to press his lips against yours and you whined, attempting to pull your head back only to be met with the wall. He kissed you slowly, almost decadently, his lips moving to caress your own. His hand fell away from your throat to pinch your nipple between his fingers. Your mouth opened, the sensation surprising you. He took the chance to slide his tongue against yours and you tasted the twinge of metal from your own blood. He pressed himself to you harder, his hips grinding against you and you felt something deep within you, your hips sliding forwards ever so slightly.
“I can smell your fear,” he breathed against your lips, his hand going to grip your waist firmly. You felt a knick at your shoulder, the blade pressing in just above your collarbone. You let out shaky puffs of air, attempting to breathe through the pain. He moved to suck at the cut he’d opened and you cried out from the sharp, stinging feeling. “I can taste it. Don’t you want to let go of it? Let me take what I need from you.”
You didn’t answer. You were afraid to speak.
He examined you, his head tilting as his eyes ran down your chest to his leg in between yours. He looked down his nose at you for a moment before moving his hips, his thigh flexing against you. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, that deep feeling within you, that excitement bubbling up with his now rhythmic movements. You felt your cunt pulse each time he moved. Your face burned as you felt the arousal rise within you.
“I can feel you holding on to it- the fear. Let it go and this will all be so much easier.”
You shook your head, wide eyes pleading with him to stop, to go no further.
“So be it.” In a flash you were seated in the armchair, your legs spread and arms held to the wood. You looked down, seeing no ties in place you tried to move but felt yourself restricted. The cuts he’d given you were still bleeding, the deep red trickling down your skin. You shivered in the cool air of the room, your top half exposed though you still wore your leggings, your left shoe still on your foot.
He circled you, his features more prominent from the proximity to the moonlight from the window. He looked misplaced, his garb composed of elements and materials you’d never seen before. If he weren’t staring at you with such hungry ferocity you’d say he’d be what you considered handsome, a strong brow complemented by his defined jaw and high cheekbones.
You took advantage of your moment of clarity to blink up at him, your chest rising and falling to accommodate your deep breaths. “Who are you?”
“I have many names, pet.” He stopped his circuit to stand in front of you. “But you may call me Loki. Now, shall we begin?”
You flinched as he twirled the knife in his hand, tossing it up and down as he stepped closer. He knelt before you and you turned away wincing, expecting another cut. You felt a pull at the ankle of your legging and heard the soft tear of fabric. You chanced a look at him, his focus on cutting through the material of your leggings. He cut upwards towards your core then down the other leg, not nipping you with the blade once. He cut up over your pelvis, then pulled the material from you, setting it to the side.
His eyes snapped up to yours, a brow raised. “Are you wet for me?”
You shook your head, afraid to tell him the truth.
“Don’t lie,” he brushed his thumb against the cotton of your panties and you inhaled sharply from the sensation. “You’re soaked through.” He raised himself up so he was eye-level with you and brought his thumb to your mouth. “See for yourself.” You tried to turn away but he pushed the digit through your lips to taste your own arousal. Your tongue brushed up against him subconsciously before you pulled it back.
You felt your cheeks heat up as he pulled his thumb from your lips, kneeling once more to cut away your panties.
“Such a pretty little cunt.” He brushed his fingers against your slick and you shivered.
“Please Loki, please don’t do this. Please,” you breathed, trying one more time.
His jaw set at that, his eyes cold. He balled up the pieces of your panties and brought them to your lips. “Open.”
You shook your head, tears falling once more. “Please.”
He took the chance to push his thumb into your mouth, hooking it down against your teeth. He pushed the balled up fabric into your mouth with his other hand, his fingers curled against the hilt of his blade. You cried out against the material, the sound of your voice muffled.
“Where were we?” He knelt back between your legs, flipping the knife between his fingers. He smirked at you as you whimpered, bringing the blade up to cut a shallow gash inside of your knee, blood flowing from the wound. You cried out at the pain.
He licked his lips before pressing them to your skin, inhaling through his nose. His eyes slipped closed and he moaned against you as he suckled your skin, your traitorous cunt throbbing at the sight. He pulled back, swallowing. “So decadent, darling.” He smiled at you with stained teeth.
Your tears flowed as he dipped back in, the feeling of him drinking from you adding to the pain. After a moment he stopped and leant to press open mouthed kisses to your thigh, leading towards your cunt. Each kiss left a stain, fading as he got closer to your core. His eyes looked less sunken when they peered up at you from between your thighs. He bent to breathe against your cunt, his breath almost warm against your core. You whimpered, the sensation pooling more wet between your legs. He threw you a wink before licking a stripe up your folds, pulling a moan from your lips.
“Good girl,” he smirked before diving in, sucking against your clit. Your hips bucked against his mouth, your fingers gripping the wood of the armchair. He let his hand drift back to your knee as he ran his tongue against your skin, the sensation causing your eyes to flutter closed. He pulled away, bringing two blood stained fingers forward, smirking at you before dipping them into your cunt. You whined, still terrified though you were ashamed to admit you’d become aroused. He bent forward, his gaze holding yours as he sucked your clit again, fingers curling within you.
You moaned as he rubbed against your G-spot, your hips thrusting against his hand. You could feel him chuckle against you.
“That’s it,” he nipped against your clit and you moaned again, saliva dripping down your chest, the panties in your mouth soaked through. “Take it, pet. Don’t be ashamed,” he turned to run his tongue over the cut, his fingers still moving within you. It didn’t hurt as much this time- it almost felt good, the sharp twinge of pain dulled by his fingers within you. “Give into it for me.” He moved back to your cunt, tongue running up hard against you.
You could feel your orgasm fast-approaching, the combination of his words, gaze, and movements driving you wild. You could feel your wet hole gripping his fingers, twitching around them as he brought you near your peak.
“Oh pet,” he cooed, “are you going to cum?”
You simply whined, and he grinned at you. “You are, aren’t you. You’re going to cum on my fingers, I can feel it. What a dirty little whore.” He ran his tongue against the cut on your breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple before pulling away. “You love this, don’t you? Tied up at my mercy as I cut you, as I drink from you, completely helpless.” He was thrusting his fingers in and out of you quickly, the lewd sounds of your slick cunt filling the room.
You moaned again, holding your hips forward so you could take all he gave you. You felt almost a painful need within you, you could tell you were close, so close to cumming.
“Are you ready, slut? Are you ready to cum all over my fingers?”
You nodded. Your brows were drawn together, the whimpers from you desperate, continuously spilling from your lips.
“Now.”
It was all you needed to hit your peak, a long, drawn out shout coming from your throat. You could distantly feel that pressure within you release, Loki rubbing his fingers over your clit as something wet sprayed against your skin. You came so hard, your orgasm hitting you so intensely that you saw stars, the tips of your fingers numb. You barely registered Loki’s lips sucking against the skin inside your other knee.
Eventually your breath levelled out and your eyes opened to him licking and kissing the cut he’d made as you came.
“You taste so much sweeter when you cum.” He pulled his fingers from you, coloured pinkish from the blood he’d fucked you with. He brought them to your lips, pulling out the soggy cotton mass before pressing them down on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your own release coupled with your blood. “What a slut.”
He took his fingers from your mouth and stood, fingers lifting your chin to face him. “Tell me pet,” his eyes searched yours, the fatigue in his face earlier entirely gone. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
You nodded. You did want him to fuck you. You were a trembling mess but the pleasure he’d given you had clouded over your entire being.
“Will you be a good fuck toy for me and listen?”
You nodded again.
“And you won’t try to run.”
You shook your head. “I won’t try to run.”
“Good girl.”
Suddenly you felt the pressure holding your limbs to the chair release. Loki held a hand out for you, the dagger in the other.
Standing on shaky legs you took his hand and he led you to the daybed. He sat down and guided you to stand between his legs. He took his cock out of his leather trousers and you gulped— he was very well endowed.
“Come.” He gripped your wrist and pulled you forward, your knees straddling his hips. Your bare cunt pressed against his length and you let out a breath, his warm skin felt like heaven against your sensitive skin. He pushed your hips back and forth with one hand so you ran him through your folds. Eventually he stopped you, taking hold of his length to angle it against your wet hole. He thrust in suddenly as he pulled you down on top of him, filling you completely. You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate him. He gave you no chance to adjust as he began rutting up into you, the base of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit. You started to move your hips with him, drawing him deeper within you.
He leant back to watch you with a smirk, your body writhing on top of his as you fucked him. Your breath was strained, the insides of your knees sticking against his trousers as your blood coagulated, almost holding your position against him. You were wild with lust, every coherent thought pushed from your head as his cock brought your pleasure higher and higher once more. “Such a naughty little thing. Getting off on my cock.”
You nodded, head empty. You arched your back as you continued to move above him, the new angle making you move faster.
“You like fucking strangers, pet? Men who scare you? Men who drink your blood as they fuck you brainless?”
You nodded again, whimpering.
“Such a fucking slut.” He slapped your ass with one hand, the other coming to lift your hips up as he stood. He slammed your body against the wall, the fingers on one hand digging into your thigh as he rutted into you. His other hand groped at your breast before pressing against your throat, constricting your breathing. It only built your pleasure, the sounds coming from you practically inhuman.
He dipped his head to suck at the first cut he’d made, making it bleed once more. He moaned and brought his lips to yours, sharing the metallic taste with you again. He bit your bottom lip, hard enough for you to feel a slight pop as he broke the skin, blood pooling in your mouth. You stroked your tongue against his, almost offering up your blood to him. He pulled away and smiled darkly at you.
You were close now.
“I want you to cum again, toy. Cum on my cock as I take that last little taste of you. Be my good little whore.”
You nodded, moans slipping from your lips as you held onto his biceps for dear life. He brought his hand between your bodies and pressed his thumb against your clit. Your hips stuttered against his and you came, your nails digging into the leather of his armour. Your vision went blurry as you rode out your high, your walls fluttering against him as wave after wave of pleasure hit you. He groaned against your neck as he gave you a few hard thrusts then came. You were out of breath, your head dizzy as you slumped against him.
You caught your breath and heard Loki breathing hard through his nose. You felt a throb in your neck and blinked at him, slowly realizing he’d torn into the skin with his teeth to get more of your blood. Eventually he pulled away, licking his lips as he held you upright under your arms. You lifted shaking fingers to your neck, gasping when you felt the two rows of teeth marks, your hand coming away bloody.
“Don’t worry pet, you’ll survive.” He lifted you over to the lounge chair, draping your form over the piece of furniture. You could feel his cum trickling out of you as you watched him with bleary eyes. He tucked himself back into his trousers. “That contractor of yours will be here in two hours and I took less than a pint, no cuts too deep.”
He leant over you to press a kiss to your forehead, “I suppose I should thank you for your… donation.” He smirked down at you. “Without you my dear, I wouldn’t have the strength to leave.” He picked up his dagger beside you and flung it up in the air, catching it at its hilt. He winked and turned for the door.
Your eyes were slipping closed when you saw a bright flash of green followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut.
Author's Note: I don't think reader will be selling the house after all... This was a real dark one, very spooky. A good fic to kick off the celebration! Please keep the requests coming, I have a few to work through but I'd love to touch on another setting! Love you all, please be kind to yourselves 💕
Hello! If it's not too much to ask, I have a request for a Lokixreader? Where the reader is being held captive and tortured. And Loki sees this but can't do anything to save them? If it's not your style, or you'd rather not, completely understand. Either ways, have a wonderful day/night!
Note : I took it in a little different direction then you must have wanted but I hope you like this, thanks for requesting ❤️
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Warning ⚠️: Dark Evil loki, torture
He made a deal with the devil, people really thought he would change? That he would let go of his scheming ways? did you really think you could fix him? You were wrong, after he was defeated by avengers, he carefully formulated a plan to trick them into trusting him, to know their secrets, to gain their trust.
You were just an agent working for shield, you were not supposed to be the part of his plan, he wasn't supposed to involve you, he wasn't supposed to fall for you but he did. It happened, but he craved a throne more than he craved you, and Thanos promised him a throne, he wanted the lives of avengers and in return he offered that midgard would be Loki's to rule forever, however he liked.
He helped Thanos and his army to invade earth and the avengers were captured, loki knew their each n every weaknesses, they thought of him an ally, they didn't suspect anything. They trusted him. But Thanos knew how loki could be a bit of trickster, he didn't trust loki himself. So his henchmen took you, one last test of his undying devotion to the mad titan.
"Your dedication to this throne is admirable asgardian, but I still need to be sure" Thanos smiled as he addressed loki.
"I got you the lives of those avengers, what do you want now?" he asked, frustration avid in his voice, he did his part of the plan, where is his throne, his kingdom.
"As I said I just need to see how far you'll go for this throne, bring her" Thanos ordered one of his henchman and Loki was shocked to see you all chained up, he didn't want you in danger, he didn't want you hurt, he knew you would hate him once you find out who he really was, but he had a plan, he would make you his, once he becomes the ruler of the midgard, you'd be his lady, his queen.
"Know of this mortal, asgardian?" Thanos asked him and he didn't want to seem weak or fragile, he was above all of this, sentiments were made for fools to play with, he was born to be a king "I do" he said stoically, you look at him as you heard his voice, when your eyes met his, you couldn't see the man you fell in love with, he wasn't there, he was blinded by power. You shouldn't have trusted for him to change. You should have known he won't change.
"Who is she? What does she mean to you? " Thanos asked loki and loki laughed in response "What does she mean to me? Nothing, she was someone to kill time with while I gain the trust of those fools, a bedwarmer really, nothing more" your heart broke into million pieces as you heard him, the promises he made you were all just lies.
"Convince me" Thanos said again
"How?" Loki was afraid but he didn't let it show on his face.
"Let's see" Thanos gave a look to ebony maw, and he snickered, he waved his fingers and you started to scream, you felt as if millions of needles were probing in your skin, it hurt, it hurt really bad. Your screams hurt him but he can't do anything, he won't do anything, you're not more important than his ambition to rule. His heart clenched when you screamed his name, he wanted to protect you but that would reveal his weakness, and he wasn't a man of weakness, he wanted to be ruthless if he wanted to rule. Once ebony stopped his torture on you, you kept crying, you were still in so much pain, broken completely in every way, you lost your friends today, the man you thought you loved, you were nothing but a pawn for him, you felt defeated.
"I told you, I don't care about some silly mortal, there are millions on earth like her for me to use and bed, anything else?" He said nonchalantly, no emotions reflected in his voice. "Get rid of her" Thanos ordered maw and that's when he saw Loki's face faltering a little, as he realised they would kill you "Unless the god of mischief and king of midgard here, have something to say" Thanos smiled at him and loki did the same, a throne would always be above such foolish vapid emotions
"Nothing at all" he said without a qualm. He would let you die if it meant he would finally be a ruler, finally be able to do what he was born to do, what he was told he would be since he was a child. He hated himself in the moment but he was too far gone to take a step back, to lose it all, if losing you is the ultimate price he would have to pay for his Destiny, he will.
"You passed Asgardian, midgard is yours and so is this fragile mortal toy of yours" Thanos pushed you towards him and you fell right in front of loki, you looked up at him, the love he once saw in your eyes seemed blank, seemed full of hatred for him.
"You're not a monster loki" you told him as you caressed his head.
"How do you know that?" He looked at you, why would you even put your faith in him. He was going to disappoint you.
"I just do, I trust you and I love you" you smiled as you kissed him.
The memory played in his head and he bent down to speak to you "Sometimes a monster is just a monster, you loved me? I hope you can love me now because you're not going anywhere"
He whispered as he looked at you one last time before he got up and he turned around to leave.
"Bring her to the tower in one piece, I hate broken things, you already have the mind stone, I'll give you the tesseract" he told thanos before he left. He have the throne, he earned it and he have his queen, doesn't matter weather you'll come willingly or not, it didn't really matter to him.
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Warnings: aggressive behavior, lil bit dark Loki, sex, cussing I think
Summary: Loki can get aggressively protective and horny when drunk
Lillian's POV
Walking into the living area I hold my tea and sit on the couch waiting for Loki to get home from going out with Thor. They went out to celebrate Thor's birthday and I denied going because I knew they were going to get drunk. I just want to deal with Loki for a little bit when he is drunk, specifically from the door to the bed. He is just very possessive and aggressive when he is drunk. I learned that the hard way when we were out with everyone and he pulled me to the corner of the place and bruise my neck all night. As I sit there I realize that it may end up that tonight I need to suck it up and let him do what he needs to. The thought of letting him have his way with me makes my belly squirm a bit. I am halfway through my drink when I hear a loud pounding on the door and I stand, smiling. When I pull open the door I am met with two very drunk men and I grin in amusement. Loki smiles at me sweetly and walks in grabbing me instantly. Loki holds me kind of hard and Thor teeters for a moment.
"Where is my hug," he teases.
"You don't get one," Loki says and closes the door in Thor's face.
"Loki," I start to scold, but he pushes me to the door and pushes his warm lips to mine. Sighing I realize I was right and touch his face softly, but am surprised when his fingers dig into my sides painfully. Moving my hands down to his I try to lessen the pain, but I am no match. "Loki, that hurts," I say against his lips and he lessens his grip a little. It is uncomfortable but bearable. Pulling back Loki's eyes are dark and I feel a small prick of fear at how wild he looks. "Let's get you to bed," I smile and Loki's breath fans across my lips. He allows me to guide him to bed and he sits down on the edge of the bed but yanks me down into him. I catch myself on his chest and Loki sets me to the bed climbing over me. Pulling my legs apart Loki grabs my hips roughly and pins my softness against his crotch. His roughness makes my stomach heat and my heart speed up. Loki looks at my small form, slowly watching my chest heave a little and shift carefully. Leaning down Loki's hands shoot up to my wrists and press them aggressively to the bed. suddenly I feel his tongue and teeth on my throat and shoulders. I squirm and yelp at the painful bites and marks he leaves on my skin. As Loki continues, his bites are aggressive and painful and I squirm in pain.
"You taste delicious darling," Loki groans by my ear making me moan despite my pain. Sitting up Loki looks down at me again with a slightly darker expression and his eyes trail around my throat. Loki's hand moves out and I flinch a bit, but his thumb carefully slides across my collarbone. Pulling it back he has blood on his print and pulls it to his mouth, sucking it off carefully.
Drunk Loki is also a psychopath.
Suddenly Loki's hands grab my shirt collar tightly and he tears it in half. Gasping I slap at him and he laughs darkly grabbing my hands tightly. Loki holds them out so I can't move and I glare at him. Struggling, I try to pull away and Loki watches my bare chest. I am able to slip my hand away and slap him, trying to make him snap out of whatever haze he is in. Quicky his hand is on my throat and pressing hard. I grab his wrist and feel adrenaline shoot through my veins.
"Humans are so brave," Loki grins fox-like sliding his thumb up allowing we to take in a deep breathe. Quickly his touch is softer and he gathers me into his arms pressing soft kisses to my throat and shoulders. This makes my tense body relax and I hesitantly put my arms around his neck. Even though I am kind of scared and most likely in a dangerous situation I am turned on and becoming increasingly wet. Quickly Loki pulls my tattered shirt roughly from me making my arms snap back. Grabbing the back of my neck Loki pushes his lips to mine and I try to relax and I kiss back softly. Dragging his nails down my back Loki makes me let out a cry and he grabs the back of my shorts. My back falls to the bed and Loki pulls off my shorts and underwear easily. I lay back on the bed and feel my back sting. Again I am grabbed hard and held in place. Loki watches me squirm lightly and soon his eyes are on my pussy. He chews his lip lightly and I know he can see how wet I am. "Stay still for me, love," Loki says and lets go of me for a moment to pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. I lay still and watch him discard clothing. He is soon fully unclothed and fully hard. Loki's hands are on me again like I am trying to get away and I wince under him. Soft, wet kisses press against my chest and slowly down my belly.
"Loki," I say urgently not wanting his teeth to be on me right now. He looks up, setting his chin on my stomach and looks at me with wide, glassy eyes. "I just want you now," I say and he presses a long, wet kiss above my belly button. Climbing up again his strong, large body is above mine and I feel his sides softly. Nudging against the softness between my thighs, Loki sets a hand by my head and my chest. He slides his cock deep inside me and I slide my hands over his stomach and sides in a praising manner. Sitting up carefully, Loki lifts my hips from the bed and Loki rut against me a few times. Hands sliding up my body, Loki gives me carefully, deep thrusts. Whimpering lightly I close my eyes and grasp the sheets lightly. Moving his hands back up to my hips he grasps them hard and I picks up a quicker pace, his cock rocking hard inside of me and kissing against my cervix.
"I think I'll give you a good long Asgardian fucking," he grins laughing and quickly I am on my front. Raising my hips up Loki is quickly inside of me and fucking me HARD. I let out a yelp and grip the sheets with my nails. Loki's hands are crushing and his movements are borderline violent. Nails, teeth, and hard fucking are my night. Loki is insatiable and I would be lying if I did not enjoy it. When Loki is finally finished he gathers me in his arms softly, kissing all over my face, neck, and shoulders. My inner thighs and pussy are heavily covered in arousal and cum. Even though most of his focus was on my pussy, Loki did end up fucking my throat. I only swallowed a few loads before he wanted my pussy again. My body is tired and shivering nonstop from the number of climaxes and pleasure that was forced on me. I am definitely bleeding in many different spots and bruises are going to cover my body for weeks. Too weak to care I just lay on top of the messed up covers and let out soft whimpers as my skin burns and throbs at the scratches and bruises covering me. My breath slowly evens out as Loki grabs a quilt and moves my almost limp body to his. He is definitely soberer and slides and magically cool hand over my burning skin. My cheek rest on his bicep and I feel my body start to relax. As Loki watches me I basically pass out and wake up to a confused Loki. He looks at me with tired, happy eyes and I feel his hand grab my ass softly. I yelp as pain slides up my spine and Loki flinches looking surprised and worried. "What?" he asks and I frown.
"Don't you remember?" I ask and he frowns thinking. I smile lightly and realize the blanket is covering my body. Leaning in I rub my nose to his and sigh. "You gave me a good long Asgardian fucking," I mock and pull back the blanket showing my battered body. Loki shoots up and looks worried and angry. Laughing I stretch and wince. Realization spreads over his face and worry as he remembers last night. Looking at myself clearly, I am even surprised at the bruising covering my sides, thighs, and chest. I run my fingers over the half moon cuts in mt sides and the scratches on my back still sting a little bit. Looking at the bed I run my hand over a spot of blood and begin laughing.
"This isn't funny," Loki hisses and I cover my mouth. He touches my sides and thighs carefully. "Here I'll heal you," he mumbles with worried, soft eyes and sets his hands firmly to me.
"No," I frown feeling a sense of proudness over it and slap away his hands. Loki looks at me confused. "Leave the marks you made," I order and he grits his teeth.
"So you are going to punish me now?" he asks his eyes softening and I shake my head. He looks confused kneeling in front of me and I spread my legs, showing my cum covered thighs and pussy. Loki tries to keep his eyes on me, but I see his eyes look at the cum covered softness between my bruised thighs. Reaching down I grab his wrists and pull him into me. His hands move under me and feel my back and the welts alone my spine. Loki gets a pained look and I press a warm, firm kiss to his lips. Then I rub my cheek to his and set my lips by his ear.
"No, I just want to remember how good you fucked me last night," I mumble and let out a whimpering moan as his hands tighten on my bruised sides. I turn my head and press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Now get up I am meeting a friend for lunch."
This will make me sound fucking crazy but what if main timeline loki is actually not dead and is the evil loki that's hunting tva (I know they have his whole life's tape but if the evil can kill minute men maybe he can also manipulate their info?) There would be a question of where that loki came from when there's no multiverse🤔
