Paring: Bucky x f!reader
Prompt: (bolded)
WordCount: 350ish
Warning: Cursing, mention of death/ blood
A/N: This is for @buckysmischief's Challenge. It just be like that.
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“What the fuck was that?!” Sam yells, causing you to tense from your hiding spot in the guest room of Zemo’s apartment.
“What do you mean?” Zemo’s thick accent fills the space and you can feel the heavy silence from here.
“He’s going to kill you and I’m not going to stop him.” Sam snaps, filling a glass with ice.
“So he went for a walk. He’ll be fine.”
“He’s far from fine. Bucky is on wobbly ground. He’s in therapy for chrissakes.”
“I didn’t do anything.” Zemo insists.
“You’re the one who killed his girlfriend.”
“I did not.”
“You did. You got John Walker and his ragtag army all riled up and sent her in as a diversion, the comms cut out. You were there, signs of a fight, blood and she was gone. We should’ve let you rot in prison.”
“I promise–
“WHERE IS SHE?”Bucky’s voice fills your ears and you imagine the door is currently hanging off its hinge.
“She’s safe.”
“She’s gone. I assume Walker’s men roughed her up in the fight and took her elsewhere for questioning or worse.”
“Walker is a toddler having a tantrum. The reason we needed to destroy the serum, to be rid of self-proclaimed heroes.” Zemo argues.
“Walker killed that follower in cold blood. There’s a good chance he did the same to her.” Sam shuffles, probably to make room farther away from Bucky.
“He wouldn’t. He’s not that stupid.”
“Where. Is. She?” Bucky repeats, having let the two yell amongst themselves.
“...surprise.” You call softly, grimacing.
“What the fuck was that?!” Sam screams, “You knew she was fine?!”
“As I said, she was safe. She left for the apartment as soon as she realized something was wrong, you idiot.”
“Actually.” You cut in, “I left when I realized that Walker had taken the serum. He was fidgeting like a man in need of a fix.”
“I didn’t kill his girlfriend.” Zemo raises his hands.
“He didn’t kill me. You two should know better than to take everything at face value. I’m an asset not a disadvantage, Sharon taught me better than that.”
Prompt: “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
Warnings: physical fighting for training purposes, Loki being an asshole, maybe swearing?? i cant remember. if i missed any PLEASE let me know!
A/N: this is my submission for @morsmordre-writes / @buckysmischief ‘s writing challenge! it’s a bit rushed because i’ve been trying to write while prepping this whole month for my sisters wedding (which is today 💀) but i hope you all enjoy!
It was no secret that you and Loki did not get along. In fact, it was extremely well known, to the point where your fellow Avengers went out of their way to keep the two of you apart.
Training never went well when the two of you were there. Poor Thor spent so much time trying to occupy Loki so that he wouldn’t notice you had entered the gym, but Loki had seen you before you’d seen him. He managed to trick Thor into believing that Wanda was flagging him down, and by the time Thor turned his attentions back to his brother, Loki was already across the gym.
“Care to spar?” Loki smirked, towering above you as you tightened the laces of your sneakers.
Ugh. You knew it would never end well. One of you would end up in the infirmary, like always. It was usually you, but you prided yourself on the fact that you’d managed to get Loki in there at least three times. One of those times had been four days ago. Now Loki was back, and he was clearly ready to even the score. He hated being bested by anyone, but especially you. You’d been a Valkyrie before Asgard had fallen, and you were one of the few in the tower who could take Loki on.
“I’d love to,” you smirked, “but are you sure your ego isn’t still too bruised?”
“I assure you, pet, I am fully recovered from your feeble attempt to wound me,” Loki rolled his eyes. You loved that you could rile him up enough for him to display such childish behavior. “I was in the infirmary no longer than an hour.”
“Yes, because you used seidr to heal yourself. If you’d left it be, your arm would have stayed broken for at least a week. We heal quickly, but not *that* quickly,” you crossed your arms, the action causing attention to be drawn to your chest. You saw his eyes flick down momentarily, and an idea sparked.
Loki prided himself on being essentially unattainable. No mere mortal could turn his head, not even the Black Widow herself. However, you were no mere mortal. You could use this to your advantage.
“Are we going to get on the mat, or are we going to stand here all day?” You asked boredly, careful not to show any sign that you knew you’d caught his attention.
Loki’s eyes, which had quickly snapped away from your chest as you began speaking, narrowed. He silently turned and walked onto the mat. You followed, bracing yourself the moment you stepped foot on the mat. Loki didn’t play fair, and you knew it. You were right to trust your instincts, as the second you had both feet on the mat, Loki whirled around and swung one powerful fist in your direction. You ducked expertly, grabbing the offending arm and landing a single jab to his abdomen. You heard him grunt, and he pulled his arm from your grasp, dropping to kick your legs out from under you. You jumped, narrowly avoiding his swinging leg, and he rose to his feet just in time to be knocked off of them, with your arm coming across his chest and your foot locking behind his knees and pulling. He landed flat on his back with a pained rush of air, and you were quick to straddle his hips and pin his arms down.
“I win,” you smirked.
“Again,” Loki growled. He was angry, and you could see his jaw clench harder as you subtly pressed your hips harder into his.
“You sure you can handle getting beat by a valkyrie twice in a—“
Your retort was cut short as you were slammed onto the mat, Loki using your cocky attitude as the perfect distraction to flip you onto your back.
“You know, if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask, pet,” he hissed in your ear, one of his hands squeezing at the flesh where it was resting under your ass.
You blushed profusely, suddenly thrown off and unsure of how to respond. You didn’t expect him to turn this around on you, and now that you had his attention, you didn’t know what to do with it. All that came out when you tried was a lot of sputtering and incoherent words.
“I didn’t— I’m not—!” You took a frustrated breath, trying to collect yourself. “I-I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression—!”
“I assure you, I have the right impression,” he smirked, two fingers coming to grip your chin. “Fear not, pet. I burn for you the same way you burn for me.”
You shoved him off of you, storming to the bench. “My apologies, Odinson, for the miscommunication, but you are incorrect in your assumption that I am at all interested in you.” You angrily packed your wraps and water bottle into your bag and stormed out of the gym, looking to get as far from Loki Odinson as you possibly could. What was wrong with you? It was as if you’d never spoken to the man. He showed interest, which was your goal. Why were you suddenly unable to handle it?
You hurried to your room in the tower, only to be met at your door by the very trickster god you were trying to avoid.
“You know, the elevator is quite a bit faster than the stairs,” he said boredly, eyes half lidded and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.
“Haven't you ever heard of boundaries? Personal space? Time alone? Any of this ringing a bell?” You rolled your eyes, pushing past him into your room.
He just chuckled and followed you in, shutting the door. “Why don’t you just admit that you wish to bed me?”
“Must you be so crass?” You asked irritatedly.
“Must you avoid the question?” He asked, his smirk a permanent fixture on his face.
“Must you—” your growl was cut off by his lips on yours. You stiffened, before slowly melting into his touch. The kiss was incredibly soft, his lips moving slowly against yours.
He pulled back slowly, keeping your faces just inches apart.
“Must you always talk back?” He whispered, his breath tickling your lips.
Loki Laufeyson x Asgardian!Reader, Thor Odinson, Sif, Odin, Frigga, Tyr, Zisa, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Heimdall, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff
Summary: Growing up around the royal family, of course, had its perks, but you never anticipated how the two princes would change your life. Thor is your best friend, always protecting and defending you as if you were his sister but your relationship with the younger prince, Loki, was something you never expected.
A/N: This is the series I wrote for gab’s 3k writing challenge! The dialog prompt I picked is “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?” with Loki. The prompt comes in a little later in the story and will be bolded. I wrote this with a mixture of marvel comic and mcu influence so it doesn’t follow one or the other exactly. Please enjoy! @buckysmischief
A/N: I know Asgardians are supposed to age differently than humans but spacing out the time is easier in year, months, weeks, etc. Feedback is always welcomed! Enjoy. @buckysmischief
Chapter 1: Through the Years
I ran through the castle, shielding my eyes from the blinding sun shining through the archways. The faint sound of two sets of footsteps echoed through the castle as I skid around an upcoming corner, gaining speed at the straightaway again. I strained to listen for anyone still chasing me; when I was sure they took a wrong turn, I jumped behind a pillar to catch my breath.
“Ha! Caught you!” the young boys yelled together, jumping in front of me.
“Aw! I thought I lost you!” I pouted, sliding to the floor. Loki and Thor giggled, leaning against each other to stop themselves from falling over. I tried to pout but the musical laughter leaving my best friends melted my heart. Loki and Thor were brothers that welcomed me as if I were their sister; of course, other nobles had young children around our age, but the three of us were inseparable. Loki stopped laughing first, reaching for my hand to help me to my feet while Thor still giggled next to him. Loki’s bright green eyes sparkled with unspoken mischief, his slight smile hinting at an idea. I glanced at Thor again, who was finally calming down, brushing his shaggy golden hair away from his face; I looked at Loki once more, then grabbed the black-haired boy’s hand and took off, leaving Thor looking betrayed. A fit of giggles escaped my lips as Loki and I ran, taking a corner a little too fast; we both lost our footing, sliding across the floor, landing in a heap on one of the balconies. Loki’s small frame shook with laughter as his eyes met mine, only making him laugh harder at my frazzled state.
“Are you okay?” Loki managed through the giggles bubbling up.
“Yeah, are you?” I asked, trying to fight my amusement.
“What are you two doing?” Loki and I froze, any laughter turning to ash in our mouths at the voice above us. “Well?” my father pressed. Loki and I scrambled to our feet and clasping our hands behind our backs, heads bowed. I saw Loki’s eyes shift towards the hallway; a few seconds later, Thor walked onto the balcony and froze but quickly followed our body language.
“I apologize, father. We were playing tag. We were running too fast around the corner,” I kept my head bowed.
“Oh, Tyr, leave the children be,” my mother’s smooth voice traveled over his shoulder; I lifted my head slightly, seeing her walking towards us. “They were having fun. (Y/N), Loki, Thor, go wash up for dinner,” my mother said, a small smile on her lips.
“Yes, ma’am,” the three of us said together before quickly leaving the balcony.
“They are children dear, barely ten; let them have some fun,” my mother chuckled, rubbing my father’s arm. Father huffed as he watched the three of us walk off; he sighed, but I caught his smile when he thought we were far enough away.
4 years later
The sun cast a soft glow over the garden I was sitting in, a book resting in my lap. I scanned the page as the scent of flowers surrounded me, the bark on the tree I was sitting against pressing into my back.
“(Y/N)! There you are!” Thor’s booming voice pulled my attention from the book. He stopped a few feet from where I sat; his long blonde hair caught the sunlight, making it shimmer like gold, his crystal blue eyes sparkling as he smiled.
“I have been here for hours, Thor,” I chuckled. His recent growth spurt made him tower over me, his arms starting to build muscle much easier; he was beginning to look more like a grown man.
“You are starting to become as boring as my brother,” he laughed, rolling his eyes.
“Hey!” a softer voice traveled over his shoulder. “I am not boring; I am educated,” Loki said, holding his head high as he stepped next to his brother. Loki’s wavy, raven black hair fell just above his collar, shinning in the sunlight as well, his enticing green eyes locking with mine, as he smirked down at me. Loki stood almost as tall as his brother, but he was much slimmer than Thor; I ended up admiring Loki longer than I meant to. “(Y/N)?” Loki’s voice snapped my gaze back to his eyes.
“I am sorry, I got caught up in my thoughts. Why were you boys looking for me?” I smirked, watching the sour look appear on their faces at being calling boys.
“Father said we could start training soon! We wanted to go see what weapons are available,” Thor smiled widely, excitement swirling in his eyes.
“Really? Oh, I cannot wait!” I squealed, jumping to my feet. In my excitement, I forgot I was wearing a dress instead of pants. My foot pinned the hem of the pale purple dress to the grass, causing me to stumble, arms flailing.
“Woah,” Loki whispered, catching me. I fell into him, my chest knocking against his. His arms immediately wrapping around my waist to steady me; I got my footing when I realized how close Loki’s face was. I met his emerald eyes before quickly looking over his face, admiring his porcelain skin dusted pink at the growing blush. When did Loki become so handsome?
“T-thank you, Loki,” I stuttered, taking a step back, blush burning my cheeks. Loki dipped his head to hide the crimson warmth moving across his face. “Well, come on, boys,” I mumbled, grabbing each of their hands before heading towards the training grounds. Unbeknownst to them, I saw Thor catch his brother’s attention over my head, raising an eyebrow at him.
4 years later
The soles of my shoes clicked against the stone floor as I walked towards the throne room, my mother to my left. A few minutes later, the doors came into view; I tried to stay calm and not worry myself sick.
“Relax, my child,” my mother soothed. Guards opened the doors to the throne room, and I followed my mother towards the steps leading up to the throne. I caught a glimpse of Thor and Loki standing off to the side; their heads bowed as we approached. Following my mother’s lead, I knelt on the bottom step and bowed my head, waiting to be addressed.
“You are here to receive the answer to the inquiry regarding (Y/N) Tyrdottir’s training,” Odin’s voice rang through the throne room. I tried to avoid turning to look at my mother because I had no idea what Odin was talking about. “It has been decided Lady (Y/N) will join Queen Frigga and Price Loki to learn the ways of magic. Lessons will start tomorrow,” Odin finished, letting us know to stand.
“Thank you, Allfather,” I said; I bowed my head to him before turning to follow my mother again. Once we were outside the throne room, my gaze snapped to my mother’s face; she didn’t turn to look at me, but I could see the faint pull of a smile on her lips. “Mother!” I roughly whispered.
“I could not let you get your hopes up if you were not able to train with them. I wanted you to start sooner when Prince Loki did, but Allfather denied it. Prince Loki will be farther along than you, but I know you will catch up quickly,” my mother smiled at me, pride radiating off her.
“(Y/N)!” Loki’s voice echoed from behind us. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the Prince jogging towards us, his green cape flapping behind him.
“Go, I will see you at dinner, dear,” my mother smiled slyly at me before leaving my side.
“Prince Loki,” I greeted him, bending down in a curtsy.
“Darling, please, you will give me a big head,” Loki chuckled, pushing a few of his, now, shoulder-length curls behind his ear.
“It is only proper, Your Highness,” I smirked up at him. An odd look flickered through Loki’s eyes as the proper title passed my lips; Loki shifted awkwardly before turning his gaze on me again.
“You never acted this proper when we were children. Now that we are adults, you think you have to?” Loki cocked his head, keeping his gaze on me.
“I do not think your parents would be too pleased if I did not,” I countered, raising an eyebrow.
“It is just me, darling,” he stepped closer, crowding my personal space.
“Not anymore, brother,” Thor’s voice caused Loki to jump, stepping away from me. I let out a shaky breath, wondering what would have happened if Thor didn’t walk up. “Congratulations (Y/N),” Thor smiled, pulling me into a bear hug, lifting me off the ground, loudly kissing my cheek.
“Thank you, Thor,” I croaked, trying to catch my breath when Thor finally set me back down.
“Yes, congratulations, darling. I look forward to training with you,” Loki smiled softly at me, pulling me into a much gentler hug. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he pulled me closer, his warm breath tickling the curve of my neck. We pulled away, avoiding eye contact as I took a step away from him, shuffling awkwardly.
“Come, dinner is being served,” Thor smiled, shaking his head and waving us towards the dining hall. Loki stretched an arm out, gesturing for me to go first as his free hand gently settled on my lower back. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the slight pressure of Loki’s hand resting on my back. Loki’s eyes traveled over my body, his eyes following the natural curve of my waist. He seemed to admire how the deep violet of my gown accented my natural skin tone, the silver accents catching the sunlight slightly.
“I wish I could see you dressed like this more often,” Loki whispered, his lips brushing against the curve of my ear. A shiver zipped down my spine, warmth creeping up my neck, his hand on my back moving closer to my shoulders.
“Ah, so you only find me desirable when I am dressed my best,” I joked, glancing up at him.
“Mm, on the contrary, my dear,” he purred in my ear again. “I always find you desirable; this attire only reminds me how breathtaking you would look on a throne,” he chuckles, pulling away as he walked into the dining hall behind Thor. I froze, taken back by his sudden admission; I watched him walk towards the table our friends occupied, my mouth hanging open. Loki looked over his shoulder, winking at me before turning back to the table, filling his plate.
1 year later
Loki and I trained together daily, working on my magic; Frigga still worked with me, but I ended up spending more time with Loki due to the Queen’s responsibilities that got in the way at times. This day, in particular, I sat in a chair across from Loki in the royal library, tossing a small green flame back and forth to each other, waiting for Queen Frigga.
“What are your plans for today, darling?” Loki asked as he caught the flame in his open hand.
“I was thinking I might take a trip to the market. Would you care to join me, trickster?” I smirked, waiting for him to toss the fire ball back. The familiar feeling of his magic was creeping into my head, asking permission.
I would love to join you. Loki’s thoughts swirled around in my head.
Why the sudden secrecy? I thought, focusing on the flame in his hand.
I can hear Thor outside the door. I found the answer right before the library door opened.
“Brother, (Y/N), I have been looking for you both,” Thor smiled, walking towards us.
“We are waiting for mother,” Loki sighed, closing his hand; the flame disappeared.
“She is supposed to gauge my progress,” I looked up at Thor’s towering figure. Thor’s armor caught the light that was streaming through the window; I could see the ghost of stubble on his cheeks.
“I was sent to let you know she will not be able to make it. She will gauge how you are progressing tomorrow.” Thor’s face fell some when he saw the slight sadness on my face.
“Of course, she is a busy woman,” I smiled tightly before getting to my feet.
“Well, I must get to the training field. Sif is expecting me,” Thor kissed the top of my head and squeezed Loki’s shoulder. I caught the presence of a slight pink color creeping up his neck as he turned towards the door to leave.
“To the market?” Loki said, offering me his arm. Lacing my arm with his, we made our way out of the castle, my shoes clicking lightly against the cobblestone leading to the market. I roamed around, stopping at numerous stands as Loki followed close behind; I heard whispers as people passed, noticing Loki.
“You would think you are a ghost story by the way people are whispering about you,” I chuckled softly, lightly knocking my shoulder with his. Loki’s body shook with laughter as he quickly glanced around, noticing the stares from passersby. Eventually, I found a few things that caught my attention and decided to purchase them; when I finished, I turned, realizing Loki wasn’t behind me anymore. I scanned the crowd, finally catching a glimpse of his green cape blowing gently in the breeze near a path leading back towards one of the castle gardens. Over time, Loki grew into his height; he towered over me now, and hand-to-hand training helped him build an impressive muscle mass. Suddenly I realized he wasn’t the somewhat scrawny boy I grew up alongside; Loki had grown into a tall, strong, striking man. My childhood crush was following me to adulthood, apparently not going anywhere anytime soon. “I thought you left me, dear,” I faked a hurt expression when I walked up to Loki. He turned abruptly, shock apparent on his face as he hid something behind his back; he plastered a smile on his face, hoping to cover his surprise.
“I would never, darling. Come, let us go back through the garden,” he gestured towards the path next to him. We entered the garden not long after; I admired the beautiful flowers lining the path, the slight breeze swirling the smell of flowers around me. Loki and I strolled through the garden, in no rush to get back inside; Loki kept stealing glances every so often. Loki stopped under a large fruit tree, gently grabbing my arm, pulling me to a stop.
“What is it, Loki?” I furrowed my brow, looking up at him. What looked like admiration, maybe even longing, danced in his eyes as he looked down at me.
“I got something for you,” he mumbled, lifting his arm to show me. Loki opened his hand to reveal a small malachite pendant, gently wrapped in gold.
“It is beautiful, Loki, but why?” I looked up at him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
“This way” -he motioned for me to spin around- “you always have a piece of your favorite Asgardian,” he chuckled against my ear, clasping the chain around my neck. I tried to contain the shiver that ran through me when his fingers lightly brushed against the back of my neck. The pendent settled between my collar bones perfectly; I tentatively ran my fingertips over the cool gem, turning to face him again.
“Thank you, dear,” I smiled up at him. Before I lost the nerve, I launched myself at Loki, wrapping my arms around his neck; he froze momentarily but quickly wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back.
Warnings: swearing, smut +18!!, angst, slight mention of past trauma
Pairing: Loki x reader
A/N: The prompt for @buckysmischief writing challenge is (finally lol) in this chapter. Prompt is in bold 😊
Chapter 8: You’re Sorry
I opened my eyes, glancing around the dim alleyway behind the bar, trying to look anywhere but at who stood in front of me.
“Darling?” Loki whispered.
“Don’t,” I snapped, finally locking eyes with him. I swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape when I finally gave him all my attention. His emerald eyes still sparkled; the hint of mischief was still present, but they weren’t as bright anymore. His face looked more warn, but I’m sure mine did too. He was dressed almost exactly the same as the first time we landed on Earth, the sharp black suit accenting his toned frame just as perfectly now.
“I am sorry,” Loki shifted nervously, his fingers drumming on his thigh.
“You’re sorry! That’s all you have to say? You disappeared, wiped from existence, shattering me, and you start with I’m sorry! But let’s not forget that you attacked New York!” I screamed at him, blood roaring in my ears.
“I know!” he snapped, a little surprised I didn’t flinch at him. I wasn’t the same woman that Loki grew up with. “I don’t know how to explain this without you thinking I’m lying,” Loki mumbled this time, the anger melting off his face.
“Mind control, right? You were being controlled,” I grunted.
“You figured it out,” Loki whispered; his muscles visibly relaxed as relief washed over him.
“I watched your eyes change color. I talked to whoever was pitching a tent in your brain Loki. You’re the love of my life, of course, I noticed,” I sighed, breaking eye contact with him.
“Deep down, I didn’t want to attack New York, but I couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard I tried,” Loki said, fidgeting with the corner of his suit jacket.
“So you ran instead of trying to explain what was going on in your head!” I couldn’t contain the anger that kept bubbling up. Every time Loki tried to explain more, it felt like my soul was being torn in half. I wanted to scream, punch him, hurt him but at the same time, my soul was screaming to kiss him, touch him, feel him again.
“How could I face you again!” Loki screamed, the veins popping in his forehead.
“Like this!” I screamed back, shoving him hard. Loki stumbled but got his footing; a shocked look passed his face quickly before pain settled in his eyes.
“I was hurting,” he whispered.
“Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too!” I screamed, the dam finally breaking. My vision blurred as hot tears rolled down my face; I turned my gaze to Loki, somehow making out the trail of tears on his face too. His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out; he took a step towards me, closing the space between us.
“Every day, I wanted to come to you again. It ripped my heart apart knowing you were out there, in just as much pain,” Loki struggled to say, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, his eyes locked on mine. “Seeing you from afar was torture.”
“Then why didn’t you,” I croaked out, choking on sobs the longer I watched the guilt and pain swirling in Loki’s green eyes. The searing pain in my chest only intensified as my internal struggle raged on, trying to hold onto the fury I felt towards Loki; the willpower to keep a tight grip on my anger was losing steam fast.
“I’m not the same man you fell in love with,” Loki sighed, tears continuously flowing.
“And I’m not the same woman you fell in love with,” I whispered.
“You deserve better,” Loki’s voice cracked on the last word.
“Fuck, I don’t care,” I whispered, launching myself at him. Loki caught me effortlessly, our lips meeting instantly; the familiarity of Loki overwhelmed my senses. The taste of his lips, his natural smell, his hands running over my ribcage was too much; a strangled groan tore from my throat. Loki responded with his own pained moan as our lips moved together in the same way they always did. The kiss started soft, tentative, but suddenly it became hungrier; Loki pushed his tongue into my mouth. I felt the prick of Loki’s magic in my head, and I willingly let him in; suddenly, the lust we were both harboring clashed together. My lips stayed sealed to Loki’s as I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, ripping the buttons apart on his shirt, needing to feel him. I ran my hands over the cool skin of his broad chest, tracing every line; the feeling of my skin on his forced a yelp from his mouth. Loki’s hands followed the natural curve of my ass before finding their way under my shirt; my entire body vibrated with anticipation as I clung to him.
“I need you,” Loki chocked out, his lips moving down my jaw. The feeling of his teeth grazing the tender spot below my ear sent pleasure pulsing through me. I didn’t waste any more time reaching between our bodies for his belt; I made quick work of freeing his painfully hard member. Loki fumbled momentarily with the button on my jeans but finally pushed them down enough that I could get them over my boot. I should’ve felt more shame about the fact we were half-naked in an alley behind a bar, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of Loki’s hands on my skin and both of our desires churring in my mind. “Up,” Loki whispered against my neck, tapping my thigh. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist; I felt the tip of his cock brush against my clothed opening, a startled moan leaving my lips.
“Loki, I need you,” I whispered, lowering myself down as much as I could. I almost expected him to tease me, but I could see that he was too close to losing it to waste time with the magic connecting our minds. Loki pushed my panties aside, lining my entrance up with his cock; his lips slanted against mine again, guiding me down onto him. The feeling of him stretching me open again could have brought me to tears; completely sheathed, Loki groaned deep in his chest, our lips barely touching as we panted together. Tentatively at first, Loki started to thrust up into me, pushing moans out of me with every movement. Loki suddenly turned, pressing my back against the side of the building; the new support let him thrust deeper. Every emotion that soared through his mind slammed into me; every bit of longing, anger, pain, fear, and sadness washed over me. Loki pounded into me relentlessly, his lips following the vein along my neck; a surprised moan flew from my lips when he bit down on my shoulder. I laced my fingers through his unruly hair, pulling his lips to mine again. Loki shifted his weight slightly, hitting a completely different spot inside me; intense pleasure coursed through me, a borderline scream tearing from my throat. As Loki continued at his steady pace, I could feel the familiar coil winding tighter and tighter; the feeling of every ridge of Loki’s cock moving against my pulsing walls clouding my vision. “Loki,” I moaned desperately.
“Come for me, darling. I need to see you fall apart for me,” Loki growled, leaning his forehead against mine. My walls fluttered around him as I felt my coil winding tighter until Loki slammed into the perfect spot; my orgasm brought tears to my eyes as I screamed for him. My almost painful grip on Loki’s hair pulled a growl from deep in his chest as his hips stuttered. Thrusting roughly, completely sheathed again, Loki came with a yell; my forehead was still pressed to his as we panted in unison. I could feel the sudden whirlwind of thoughts spiraling in his head, but I couldn’t focus long enough to see what he was thinking. I reluctantly withdrew my magic from his mind, not having the energy to keep the connection.
“Loki,” I whispered, releasing his hair to run my thumb along his bottom lip.
“I love you,” he whispered, his eyes snapping open. The beautiful emerald color of his eyes made my chest tighten; oh, how I’ve missed them. I could see the fear in his eyes that I wouldn’t say it back.
“I love you too. Gods, more than I should,” I mumbled, connecting our lips again.
“We should probably clean up,” Loki mumbled against my lips; I couldn’t contain the laugh that burst from my mouth. Loki gently lifted me off his softening cock, placing me tentatively on my feet; I fought my leg back into my jeans as Loki fixed his pants. “Darling, I think you ruined my shirt,” he chuckled, mischief dancing in his eyes. Tears blurred my vision again as I watched him assess the damage to his shirt; I saw the happiness in his features again. I didn’t realize how much I missed the simple, comfortable interactions with Loki. His fingers twitched slightly, magic covering his torso, reviling a new shirt. “What’s – oomph,” I slammed into Loki, wrapping my arms around his torso. “Little one?” he questioned, gently rubbing my neck.
“I missed you so much,” I sobbed, clinging to him.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Loki squeezed me against him, clinging to me with the same desperation. I reluctantly pulled away to look at his face, to study the features that had haunted my dreams for years. “I love you more than you will ever know,” Loki said, his gaze meeting mine. Our lips met again, gentler than before, full of love this time.
“I love you too, Loki,” I mumbled against his lips; I felt him smile before continuing to kiss me.
“Brother?” Thor whispered, momentarily sounding like a child again.
“Yes,” Loki sighed, pulling away from me.
“Where have you been!” Thor shouted as he got closer, his red-rimmed eyes searching his younger brother’s face. “You did not even have the decency to try and explain yourself!” Thor screamed at him, gently pushing me aside as he stalked after his brother.
“Thor,” Loki tried to reason with him.
“No! You stab me, then tell me you are sorry, then disappear. I should kill you myself,” Thor growled, backing his brother into the side of a building.
“Please, brother, let me try to explain,” Loki pleaded, resting his hand on Thor’s shoulder. “I tried to stop the attack on New York. Whatever had a hold on my mind was too strong,” Loki said, tears pooling in his eyes. Loki flinched, waiting for Thor to start screaming at him again, but to both of our surprise, Thor yanked Loki forward, hugging him. Loki froze momentarily before hugging his brother; a lump formed in my throat as I watched them cling to each other.
“I am so glad you are back,” Thor mumbled against his brother’s shoulder. I couldn’t resist the urge to hug both of them; I quickly made my way over and wrapped my arms around my boys. Thor moved the arm I was pressed against to pull me closer to them; Loki followed suit, pulling me into the hug. We stood huddled together for a long time; eventually, Thor pulled back enough to cup the back of his brother’s head and look into his eyes.
“You don’t have to say it. I know you have to take me to face Father,” Loki sighed, dropping his gaze. I could see the disgust on Loki’s face at the mention of Odin; I know he is still angry at him, even after all this time.
“I wish it could be different, but you have to face what you did. Even if you did not have a choice,” Thor sighed, ruffling Loki’s hair before dropping his arm.
“I know,” Loki whispered, his gaze drifting to me. “I understand if-ow!” Loki yelped when I pinched him.
“Don’t you dare. We will figure this out together,” I said, staring him down. Loki nodded, relief easing some of the tension on his face; Thor sighed, glancing to the end of the alley where I saw an outline of someone.
“Please do not disappear again,” Thor pointed at Loki before heading towards the end of the alleyway.
“You still wear the necklace I gave you,” Loki said suddenly.
“Of course,” I saw his eyes lingering on the pendant.
“I have no right to ask you this, but I need to. I need to know you’re mine,” Loki said, his soft stare finding my eyes. Loki lifted his hand, materializing something before taking a step away from me, collecting himself. “I have no idea if I will ever be a free man again, and I have no right to want you to wait, but I can’t imagine letting you go. Be my wife,” Loki whispered, opening his hand. Sitting in his palm was a delicate gold ring with what looked like horns, reminding me of Loki’s battle helmet. The realization that Loki wanted me, forever, crashed into me; Loki wanted to make a life with me and still loved me just as much as he did before. Emotions swirled like a tornado in my head as I tried to decide what I was going to say. I let every rational thought cross my mind but regardless of everything Loki did, all the pain Loki put me through, I knew what I wanted. Even after all these years, I never gave up on him and I won’t start now.
“Yes,” I said simply.
“It won’t be easy,” he whispered, keeping his eyes on the ring.
“I don’t care,” I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I haven’t given up on you after all this time.” I jumped into Loki’s arms, crushing my lips against his; he caught me, holding me tightly against his chest. “We have a lot to deal with, but I never want another, my dear. I’d bind my soul to yours if I could,” I mumbled against his lips.
“Well,” Loki’s voice sounded higher.
“That’s possible?” I giggled as he set me on my feet again.
“That”-Loki slid the ring onto my finger- “is a conversation for another time, my love,” he smiled, staring at the ring on my finger. “Words can’t describe how much I love you,” Loki’s now red-rimmed eyes swept over my face.
“This will work out, honey,” I reassured him, gently resting my hand on his cheek. Loki’s eyes fell shut as he leaned into my touch then the painful truth suddenly hit me; I wasn’t sure when the next time I would be able to touch him would be.
“It is time to go,” Thor’s voice broke into our moment.
“I love you,” Loki whispered, gently kissing the tip of my nose.
“And I love you,” I whispered back, connecting our lips again. We pulled apart just as the Bifrost sucked the three of us off Earth, sending us hurtling towards Asgard.
Warnings: swearing, past trauma, graphic violence!, angst
Pairing: Loki x reader
A/N: Please beware, there is mention of graphic violence in this chapter. Proceed with caution
Chapter 9: Welcome Home
1 week later
Odin refused to let me witness Loki’s trial; I was forced to wait to hear about it from Thor. Sif had kept me away from the throne room when he was ushered in, telling me it would be too painful to see him like this.
“I am going to see him, Sif,” I challenged, pushing past her.
“I am begging you to stay here. Stay in your chambers and wait for Thor,” Sif pleaded, jogging to catch up to me.
“No,” I barked, twirling my ring as I made my way to the throne room. Suddenly Sif jumped in front of me, blocking the doorway that led to the front of the throne room.
“Please! You will regret this!” Sif desperately begged me, a pained expression creasing her face.
“I’m sorry. It has been over a week, and no one will let me see him or send him a message. I need to know he’s alright,” I stated, starring Sif down. Sif’s face fell, even more before her gaze dropped to the floor; she sighed heavily before stepping out of the way. A small crowd had gathered in the area outside the throne room; Sif followed close behind as I approached the perimeter of the group. I could hear murmurs as we approached; I caught my name or Loki’s name a few times.
“Ignore them,” Sif whispered, her voice laced with anger.
“I didn’t even bother to listen in the first place. I don’t care what any of them think of me,” I said, not caring who heard. The crowd around us suddenly went quiet, shuffling awkwardly when I called them out. Sif opened her mouth to say anything else but was cut off by the deep groaning of the doors in front of us opening. Two guards stood in the entryway, blocking my view of anything behind them; I took a deep breath, yearning to see Loki. As the guards stepped down, they moved off to the side some, revealing him. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to break the silence; tears sprung to my eyes, and my heart nearly shattered at the sight of him. He wore his traditional armor, but shackles wrapped around his ankles and wrists connected to his waist and the surrounding guards by thick, metal chains. My eyes traveled towards his face when I realized he had a metal collar attached with another thick chain to the shackles on his wrist; a sick feeling overcame me as I watched him. The awful clanging of the chain echoed through the room as he was walked out; the closer he got to where I stood, I could see the smug look on his face.
“I told you,” Sif whispered in my ear as she gently rubbed my back.
“I want to slap that smug look off his face,” I growled, dropping my hand. As if Loki heard me, his eyes started subtly searching the crowd without dropped the act he was putting on. When a frustrated sigh left my lips, Loki’s eyes snapped up, meeting my gaze; his face fell, any hint of the smug façade was gone, and heart-wrenching pain replaced it. “He didn’t know I would be here,” I muttered, unable to look away from him.
“Thor told him he was keeping you away,” Sif sighed. Loki’s mouth fell open as he was escorted along, but he never looked away from me; as he passed in front of me, I watched a single tear roll down his cheek. Loki tried to look over his shoulder at me, but a guard shoved him, knocking him off balance; it took every bit of self-control not to scream at the guard, and Sif noticed. “Hey, you have to let this play out. You cannot try and run to him,” she whispered.
“Easy for you to say! Thor isn’t being pulled out in chains!” I hissed at her, turning to get away from the throne room.
“(Y/N)?” Thor’s shocked question stopped me. “I told you to stay away,” Thor sighed, his huge hand resting on my shoulder.
“I needed to see him,” I croaked, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.
“I know, but this is why I asked you to stay away,” he mumbled, pulling me into a hug. “Let us go to my chambers, and I will fill you in on what happened.”
“Can I see him?” I asked.
“I will explain everything,” Thor sighed into my hair, pulling me away from the crowd.
Thor led Sif and me to his chambers, avoiding the crowd that gathered outside the throne room. Sif sat on the edge of Thor’s bed, smiling softly as Thor guided me to sit next to her.
“What happened?” I demanded, staring at Thor.
“My father did not go easy on him,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“How long?” I sighed, dropping my head to massage the bridge of my nose. I waited a few seconds, but Thor stayed quiet; I lifted my head to find him chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Thor, how long?” I growled.
Thor’s shoulders slumped forward as he sighed heavily. “There’s no time limit. Odin wants to see him rot in jail,” Thor whispered, refusing to meet my eyes.
“No,” I whispered, my chest tightening. I started gasping for air, trying to catch my breath; it felt like someone was trying to rip my heart out of my chest while squeezing my lungs simultaneously.
“(Y/N), you have to calm down,” Sif begged, rubbing my back. Thor took a step closer, dropping to his knees in front of me; Thor grabbed my hands, coaxing me to look at him.
“We will figure this out. My father is angry, rightfully so, but he was harsh. Loki will be a free man one day,” Thor squeezed my hands, his soft blue eyes red from unshed tears.
“I…f-finally got him…back,” I stuttered around sobs.
“You have not lost him; I will take you to see him after you eat something,” Thor said, trying to smile. I nodded, not trusting my voice; the vise in my chest loosened some, but the crushing sorrow hung around me like a fog.
“Come, you need food,” Sif muttered softly, helping me to my feet. I didn’t remember the walk to the dining hall; the only thing keeping me grounded was Sif’s arm laced through mine and Thor’s arm around my waist, supporting my weight. Thor helped me sit at the table that the Warriors Three already occupied. My mind was clouded with misery as the notion that I may never get to be happy with Loki became a very real reality. I went through the motions of putting the food in my mouth that Thor gave me; I didn’t taste any of it or even know what I was eating.
“We should start the trip to see Loki,” Thor whispered in my ear after what felt like hours.
“Please,” I croaked, looking up at him.
“Gods,” Thor breathed when his gaze moved over my face. “Come, he will be happy to see you,” Thor whispered, pulling me to my feet.
Thor laced my arm with his as he gently rubbed the back of my hand as we walked through Asgard.
“Thor, I can never thank you enough,” I sighed, trying to smile up at him.
Thor looked down at me, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “For what?” he asked.
“You have been by my side through all of this. I know Loki is your brother, and you would’ve done all of this anyway, but I don’t think I would’ve made it to this point without you. Thank you for being such an amazing friend,” I smiled up at him, squeezing his arm.
“I have always thought of you as a sister. Even if you and Loki were not together, I would still be by your side.”
“Love you, Thor,” I smiled, fighting back the tears.
“Love you too,” he smiled, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. The rest of the walk to the jail was quiet as I got lost in my thoughts. We approached the top of the steps leading down to the cells; Thor talked with the guards for a few minutes before they let us through. “Avoid looking into any of the cells,” Thor whispered, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. Thor led me through the cells, keeping his eyes straight ahead; I kept my eyes trained on the floor, trying to ignore the vulgar shouts from the creatures surrounding us.
A pained scream bounced off the walls that sounded oddly familiar. “What is that sound?” I whispered to Thor.
“Oh no,” he mumbled when the screaming became ear-piercing. I followed his gaze into the cell to my right, finding the source of the screaming.
“Loki,” I whispered. Loki was lying on the small bed in his cell, screaming so loud that I knew it had to be hurting his throat. His eyes were screwed shut, every muscle coiled tightly, and a thin layer of sweat made his skin glisten. My heart ached as I watched Loki fight off the demons in his nightmares, being completely powerless to help him. “Thor, do something!” I sobbed, not realizing I had started to cry.
“Guards!” Thor yelled, stepping away from Loki’s cell. Loki’s screams became hoarser, eventually fading into pained whimpers as he panted; every fiber of my being screamed to go to him. I heard the pounding of boots hitting the floor as guards rushed towards us, stopping in front of Thor. “Do something; he is in pain,” Thor demanded, pointing at his baby brother.
“Your Highness, we cannot do anything. The King has forbidden anyone from entering his cell,” one guard’s voice traveled over my shoulder; Loki screamed suddenly again.
“Find a way to wake him!” Thor yelled, taking a step towards the guards.
“T-the only way is to shock him,” the other guards stuttered.
“Fuck this,” I mumbled, closing my eyes. I sent a tendril of magic to Loki, slipping into his head easily; I was yanked into his nightmare. If it were possible for my heart to break more, the images flashing through Loki’s mind would shatter what was left of my already destroyed heart. Chains pulled Loki’s arms up, keeping him upright on his knees; his head hung, so his chin rested on his bare chest that rose and fell with each ragged breath. Suddenly, fire erupted from the floor below him, engulfing him in a blinding blaze. Loki’s head snapped up, his eyes widening as his ear-piercing scream broke the silence; his back arched, desperately trying to get away from the flames crawling up his body, blistering his exposed skin. Loki’s eyes sockets looked sunken in and his usually green orbs were so bloodshot, I couldn’t make out any white at this point.
“PLEASE!” he screamed hysterically. “I yield!” he cried. As quickly as the flames appeared, they vanished; Loki’s body slumped forward, the chains holding him up groaning against his weight, drool dripping from his lips. In the blink of an eye, I was standing right in front of him, so close I could see his body trembling and the layer of sweat clinging to him. My eyes roamed over his body, studying the layers of angry, blistering burns that littered every inch of visible skin.
“Loki, please wake up,” I tried to shout, but it came out as a whisper. “My love, please, wake up,” I tried again. Loki’s head lolled to the side as he tried to lift it; after a few more failed attempts, Loki lifted his head enough to see me.
“NO!” he screamed. I was snapped back to my reality with such force I stumbled; Thor caught me before I hit the ground. “(Y/N)?” I heard Loki’s faint voice.
“I’m here, my love,” I called, getting my footing again. I made it to the edge of the orange holographic barrier closest to his bed; Loki’s head was lazily rolling from side to side. “Loki?” I called again, softer this time.
“Darling?” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering open briefly. He shot into a sitting position, his eyes darting around the room, realizing he wasn’t being tortured anymore; I watched him take a deep breath, his tense muscles uncoiling as he anxiously rubbed his face.
“Sweetie?” I called tentatively. Loki’s head snapped towards me, relief flooding his features as a beautiful smile spread across his face when his blazing jade eyes landed on me.
“You are here,” he whispered, the purest joy washing over him.
“I needed to see you. I’m sorry I intruded on your thoughts, but I had to wake you,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling guilty.
“I wish you didn’t see that.” He cringed away from me, gingerly getting to his feet to walk closer to the barrier.
“What did they do to you?” I asked around the lump in my throat.
“Well, I am a Frost Giant,” he muttered, dropping his gaze to the floor.
“No,” I whispered, tears spilling over at the realization.
“Don’t cry, my love. I want to enjoy the little time I have with you. I’m sure Odin will be here soon to chase you off,” Loki sneered at the mention of Odin.
“I wish there was something I could do,” I groaned, yearning for Loki’s touch.
“Just tell me you love me,” he breathed.
“I love you, Loki. I love you so much it hurts,” I confidently said, smiling through tears.
“And I you darling,” he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Where is my son!” I heard Odin’s distinct yell echo down the hall.
“Our time is up, my love,” Loki sighed with a sad smile.
“I will be back as soon as I can,” I promised, choking back the onslaught of tears.
After I cleaned up from training, I walked into the dining hall for dinner, looking around for the table my friends occupied tonight. I scanned the room, seeing Thor’s golden hair first, heading towards the table.
“There you are,” Sif smiles up at me, gesturing towards the seat in front of her.
“Oh, what story is he telling now?” I asked, vaguely hearing Thor’s voice from the end of the table.
“Who knows anymore,” Sif giggles; I rolled my eyes but laughed with her.
“Ah,” I faintly heard from somewhere behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart skipping a beat; Loki was walking towards the table, a lopsided grin on his face. “I heard your laugh,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on the crown of my head.
“You know my laugh that well?” I asked, giggling.
“Of course. Your laugh is music to my ears,” he whispers against my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “How was your weapon training?” Loki asked, shifting closer to me; I opened my mouth to reply, but Thor’s voice cut me off.
“Ah, brother!” Thor yells from the end of the table. “Lady (Y/N) follow me too,” Thor called to me. I raised an eyebrow at Sif but got to my feet, following Loki and Thor towards a balcony leading away from the busy dining hall.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, looking between the brothers.
“Oh yes, I wanted to ask if you two wanted to join me on a trip to Midgard?” Thor asked, excitement sparkling in his eyes.
“Why?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow at his brother.
“Neither of you have been there before. I think you would both like it,” Thor smile brightly at us, his cool blue eyes sparkling.
“Come on, dear, it will be fun,” I nudged Loki’s arm, smiling. Loki dramatically rolled his eyes, sighing; his head lolled to the side, meeting my gaze. I knew he saw the excitement in my eyes, and I could visibly see it melt his heart; how could he say no to me?
“Fine, when do you want to go?” Loki huffed, turning to his brother.
“Sunrise?” Thor looked back and forth between Loki and me.
“Yes!” I squealed, bouncing in place.
“Then it is settled,” Thor smiled, clapping a hand on Loki’s shoulder. Thor quickly kissed my cheek before wandering back into the bustling dining hall; Loki leaned against the balcony admiring the stars.
“Are you sure you are okay with going?” I asked, slinging my arm around Loki’s waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. Loki shivered at my warm breath against his neck.
“Of course, little one. I know you are excited to see Midgard,” Loki smiled over his shoulder.
“I have yet to leave Asgard; of course, I am excited,” I chuckled. Loki's head dropped down; he seemed a little off again tonight. I gently sent my magic into his head, hoping he was too preoccupied to notice.
Feeling her body vibrate with laughter against me was too much. I can’t help but notice her chest pressed against my side either.
I snapped my magic out of his head, feeling guilty for looking into his thoughts; I tried to ignore the arousing thoughts I saw swirling around his head. Loki lifted his head, looking back up at the stars shimmering against the dark sky; I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the feeling of having Loki close.
“Darling?” Loki whispered, keeping his face away from me.
“Hm?” I hummed, cracking one of my eyes open.
“I was hoping to unwind some in my chambers tonight. Would you join me? I have a beautiful view of your favorite garden from my balcony,” Loki smirked over his shoulder.
“What are we waiting for then?” I giggled, pulling away from Loki. He stood straight again but stopped to lace his long fingers with mine. Hand in hand, we wandered through the castle, eventually making it to Loki’s chambers.
“Ladies first,” Loki stated, extending his arm. A slight blush spread across my cheeks as I walked into his chamber; we have been here together before but not as often as we would like. My eyes wandered towards his bed; the pine green sheets were tucked in neatly. Loki had his back turned, lighting some candles to chase off the darkness blanketing the room; I silently wandered to his bed. The sheets felt smooth and cool to the touch as I ran my hand over them; I slid onto his bed. Letting my feet dangling, I leaned back on my elbows, watching Loki’s shoulder move as he arranged a few candles around on his desk. Loki picked up a candle and turned, looking for a place to set it; I tilted my head up, knowing he would catch a glimpse of me. I shifted slightly on his bed, my dress riding up my leg, almost exposing my already throbbing core. A crash caught my attention; Loki’s eyes dropped to the floor where the candle he was holding now lay shattered.
“Loki, what happened?” I asked, quickly sitting up.
“I, uh, dropped the candle,” Loki kept his eyes on the shattered candle, trying to regain his composure.
“I see that,” I chuckled. My laughter turned to ash in my throat when Loki’s gaze moved from the floor; his green eyes were ablaze with desire. The way he was looking at me was intoxicating; the desire burning there went straight to my core. Loki’s chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths. “Loki,” I breathed, wishing he would come closer. Loki kept his eyes locked on mine as he slowly took a step towards me, shrugging off his cape. Loki stopped his advance briefly to kick off his boots; Loki made it to the edge of his bed, positioning himself between my legs. Loki’s eyes raked over me, his eyes following the natural curve of my body, the tip of his tongue involuntarily running over his bottom lip.
“You are beautiful,” he mumbled, meeting my eyes again. My breath caught in my throat at the raw emotion in his eyes; I squirmed under his gaze as he drank me in.
“Come here,” I coaxed, turning my face up towards him. Loki raised his hand to my face, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip. I couldn’t take it anymore; I stood, bringing my lips closer to his. I ran my hands up Loki’s chest, yearning to feel his cool skin under my fingers. “Please,” I whispered into the space between our lips. A soft whimper left Loki’s lips before he crashed into me, his fingers digging into my hips pulling me closer. The kiss was familiar, passionate, and hungry, but there was a new undertone, the realization neither of us had to stop. Loki’s tongue caressed mine, tasting every inch of my mouth; I breathed a soft moan into his mouth, Loki tightens his grip on me. Pulling away slightly, I trailed soft kisses over Loki’s jaw, nipping at his neck; Loki let out a strangled moan. I fell back on the bed again, pulling Loki down on top of me; he caught himself on his elbow, so he didn’t crush me with his body weight. Loki leaned back slightly; I could see a slight ring of green around his blown-out pupils as he looked into my eyes.
“Hopefully, there will be no interruptions,” Loki chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. I pull his lips back to mine, kissing him passionately; I was so caught up in the kiss I didn’t realize Loki’s hand had moved up my thigh under my dress. Loki’s long fingers brushed against my core, making me gasp into his mouth; Loki took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, deepening the kiss. My hands ran over his still clothed chest, pulling at the fabric; I decided I was done waiting for Loki. Waving my hand, Loki’s chest was now bare under my palms; Loki let out a surprised gasped at the sudden sensation of my warm hands running over the muscles of his chest. Loki’s lips moved to trail open mouth kisses over my jaw, towards my neck; his fingers were tracing along the inside of my thighs, teasing me.
“Loki,” I moaned as he ran a finger along my slick folds. Loki pressed his bulge into my leg, craving friction; he continued to bite and kiss my neck. Loki’s thumb gently pressed onto my clit, rubbing slow circles. “O-oh,” I stuttered, pushing my hips towards him.
“Gods, you are so wet, darling,” Loki’s voice came out husky. The increasing volume of my moans filling his head egged him on; Loki slid a finger inside me.
“Loki,” I moaned directly in his ear. Loki started pumping his long finger into me after adding a second one; curling his fingers, Loki stroked the soft spot that made me scream for him. “F-fuck-k…I-I,” I moaned, writhing under Loki. To my surprise, Loki pulled his fingers out of me, leaning back some; before I could protest, he started pulling my dress off my body.
“Look at you,” Loki ran his eyes over my now exposed body. “Beauty beyond words,” he whispered, his fingers trailing over my exposed stomach. Leaning up on my elbows, I attached my lips to his neck again, nibbling and sucking, leaving purple marks. “Fuck,” Loki whispered, his eyes fluttering closed. Shifting slightly, I balanced on my tailbone so I could push Loki’s pants off his hips; Loki kicked the fabric off. Placing open mouth kisses across his chest, I traced Loki’s narrow hip down to his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around it. “S-shit,” Loki moaned as I pumped his length. Lining his head up with my entrance, I pulled my hand away; I lifted my head slightly to lock eyes with him.
“Please,” I whimpered as Loki ran the head over my opening. A smirk pulled at his lips as he teased me; he loved watching me squirm, needing him.
“Please what, darling,” Loki taunted, pushing himself in slightly.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered, bucking my hips towards him. Loki shifted slightly as if he was going to move forward but instead pull away again. He leaned down, running his tongue along the curve of my chest, his tongue dragging over my nipple, pulling it between his lips. Soft moans continuously left my lips as Loki’s tongue swirled circles around my perked nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. I ran my hand over his shoulder to his hair, gently pulling on it; Loki moaned against my skin, his warm breath raising goosebumps. I locked eyes with him, using the grip on his hair to pull his lips to mine again; this time, he wasn’t teasing anymore. His tongue dancing with mine as he lined up, pushing into me slowly, stretching me to accommodate him.
“Oh, you feel amazing,” Loki groaned into my mouth. A loud moan was the only response I could manage as he bottomed out, his cock twitching inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back, pushing him even deeper into me somehow. We laid there for a moment, our open lips still touching slightly as we panted, adjusting to the incredible sensation. Loki suddenly snapped his hips against mine, both of us moaning in unison; he started to thrust at a slow pace, savoring every moan that he coaxed out of me.
“Faster, please,” I choked out as he snapped into me again.
“As you wish, my love,” he whispered with a throaty chuckle. Loki kept his word; he picked up his pace, pounding into me roughly, his head dropping onto my shoulder. “Fuck, your pussy was made me for me,” Loki growled in my ear, his words sending a wave of pleasure through me. Out of nowhere, Loki pulled out completely, a startled squeal falling from my mouth; Loki flipped me on my stomach, swiftly pulling me to my knees, pressing his chest against my back. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling our hips closer together as he kissed across my shoulder. “I want you to watch yourself, darling,” Loki whispered against my neck. It took a second for me to realize what he meant when I noticed the full-length mirror on the opposite side of his bed. “I want you to watch me bring you to the edge,” he growled, swiftly slamming into me suddenly.
“Loki!” I yelled in surprise.
“Watch,” he commanded, using his free hand to turn my face towards the mirror. Watching Loki ravish me was the filthiest thing I’d ever seen, and I loved every second of it. My back arched against Loki as he bit into my shoulder, stifle his moan. Loki’s free hand found my clit again, tracing random shapes; my head fell back onto his shoulder as moans uncontrollably left my lips. “I said to watch,” Loki growled, moving his hand from my waist to grab my throat, forcing my head up again.
“L-Loki, I’m-I’m,” I gasped between moans, my walls clenching around Loki, trying to wait for him. Loki’s thrusts were getting messy as I squeezed him, his eyes falling shut briefly. Loki’s eyes snapped open, meeting mine in the mirror in front of us when he was about to burst. I screamed his name as my coil burst, my orgasm plowed into me, pleasure raking my body. The sight of my eyes widening, mouth falling open, screaming for him, threw Loki over the edge. I watched as Loki’s orgasm slammed into him as he coated my insides as he came with an almost feral growl. My body shook against him, coming down from my high; Loki let go of my throat, our heads falling on the other’s shoulder. We stayed like that for some time, not wanting to move away from each other until I shivered.
“We need to get cleaned up, little one,” Loki whispered into my shoulder. Loki supported my weight as he pulled out, a weak gasp leaving my lips. He helped me up, pulling me towards the wash basin in his room.
“That was incredible,” I sighed happily. Loki glanced over at me, smiling as he dipped a washcloth into the cool water.
“What was darling,” he teased as he gently cleaned my legs off.
“The mirror. I think I am spoiled now,” I giggled, wandering towards Loki’s bed when he was done cleaning me up.
“Why is that, my love,” Loki raised an eyebrow at me.
“Now I want to watch your face every time you come,” I smirked at him from my spot on his bed.
“Darling,” Loki groaned; I watched his cock twitch. Loki crossed the room, dropping onto the bed next to me. “I love you,” he whispered, running his fingers over my cheek.
“And I love you,” I whispered back, kissing him softly. Breaking the kiss, Loki leaned his forehead against mine, still rubbing circles on my cheek. A loud knock at Loki’s chamber door snapped us back to reality.
“Loki?” I heard Thor’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Thankfully, he avoided interrupting us,” Loki laughed, shaking his head as he stood. “One minute, brother,” Loki yelled. Opening his wardrobe, Loki pulled out a black robe for himself and found his other green robe to give to me. “Here, my love,” he handed me the dark green robe as he pulled a black one over his shoulders, tying it around his waist. I followed suit, tying the robe, snuggling into the smell of Loki on the fabric.
“What are you doing, brother?” Thor shouted again; Loki reached for the door as soon as you were covered.
“Yes, brother,” Loki said, crossing his arms over his chest. Thor pushed into Loki’s chamber, ignoring Loki’s protests.
“I came for” Thor stopped when he noticed me standing near Loki’s balcony, sporting the same attire as Loki. “Oh, uh, I did not know you both were here,” Thor mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I knew I should have gone onto the balcony,” I groaned, turning towards Thor. “Hi Thor,” I smiled at him.
“Lady (Y/N),” Thor smiled at me, trying to keep his eyes on my face.
“I assume you had a reason for coming here, brother. Unless you solely showed up to stare hungrily at my love,” Loki said, irritation lacing his voice.
“Oh, yes, I had a reason for coming here. Good thing (Y/N) is here too; that means one less trip I have to make. I wanted to remind you not to use magic when we get to Midgard; they are not familiar with magic. They are frightened by it; I already made the mistake of scaring them with it,” Thor said, a little embarrassed.
“You know magic?” I asked, trying to recall a time I had ever seen him use it.
“Mjolnir is considered magic,” Thor said, holding his hammer up.
“No magic, is that all?” Loki sighed.
“Well, you have to use magic one time, to change your clothes, so you fit in. But no other than that, we must check in with an organization when we get there,” Thor said, turning towards his brother.
“Why?” I asked, stepping closer to the brothers.
“They like to keep an eye on anything not from Midgard,” Thor mumbled with a shrug.
“That is understandable,” I shrugged, my eyes landing on Loki, out of habit.
“Is that all?” Loki sighed, starring daggers at his brother.
“Yes, brother, I will leave you now,” Thor chuckled, turning towards the door. “Oh, do try and get some sleep tonight,” Thor quickly shouted before slamming the door behind him.
“He is aggravating,” Loki sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I am convinced he barges in here to get on my nerves.” I wrapped my arms around Loki’s waist, pressing my face between his shoulders.
“Relax, my love. Come, your bed is calling to me,” I whispered into the soft fabric of his robe. Loki nodded, pulling me from behind him, leading me to his bed again; I slid out of the robe, handing it to Loki as I crept under the deep green covers. Loki shrugged off his robe and draped both of them over the back of the chair at his desk. He blew out the candles around the room before slipping into bed next to me, pulling me against his chest.
“I love you, little one,” Loki whispered into my hair.
“I love you too, my dear,” I mumbled against his chest, sleep already pulling me under.
