Summary: Prince Loki has been declared king regent after the Allfather falls into the Odinsleep without any warning while Prince Thor remains banished on Midgard. The God of Mischief summons you to his chambers in order to dissolve your engagement despite your reassurance that you will stand by his side through whatever devastating lie his father revealed to him.
Warnings: Angst, Loki telling you he's a monster, reader feeling hurt, confused, devastated
A/N: I wrote this a while ago with a very, very unhappy ending and promised a few people I would fix it so here we are 😊 The first part of the fic is exactly the same as the unhappy ending. I've added a purple line to indicate where the change starts just in case you want to read both.
I hope you all like it! 💚
The door to the library opens and closes but you keep your eyes down, your attention solely on your book and not the heavy footsteps coming steadily towards you. You flip to the next page quickly, biting your lip as you tuck your legs under you on the small couch and hold the book closer.
"Lady Y/N," a familiar voice breaks through your focus and causes you to jump in surprise.
"Fandral, I apologize. I was so engrossed in my reading, I didn't hear you come in," you greet one of the warriors three as you stand, smoothing out the skirt of your floor length gown. Prince Thor's oldest friend he doesn't smile in return and you can't stop the anxiousness that fills you. "Is there news of Prince Thor from Midgard?" you ask hopefully, the older prince has been gone for nearly a month. Much longer than anyone had expected and any word of his return would have been welcome.
He shakes his head, his somber expression confirming your fear that something is terribly wrong on Asgard.
The sound of the doors opening again distracts you momentarily from the blonde warrior in front of you. You swallow hard when two Einherjar, the palace guards tasked with protecting the royal family, enter the large room and you look back to Fandral.
"Fandral..." you repeat his name quietly as your mind fills with dozens of dreadful scenarios including Prince Loki being injured somehow. He takes a deep breath as he prepares himself for the message he is about to deliver and you wait in silence. The book slips from your fingers, hitting the ground with a thud when you learn King Odin has unexpectedly fallen into the Odinsleep.
"The king regent has summoned you to his chambers," Fandral tells you after explaining that Asgard will now be ruled by the younger prince and you nod slowly. "The Einherjar will escort you."
Walking down the empty halls, you keep your head lowered and your hands clasped in front of you as you follow the two guards closely. The sounds of your footsteps and those belonging to the Einherjar echo through the marble hallway, adding to the tension you feel in your chest. The palace has never been so still. The high court and royal advisors wait in the great hall for an update from the queen on the king's health while the palace staff has been ordered to remain out of sight unless summoned.
I can't imagine how hard this must be for Loki, to have witnessed his father succumb to the Odinsleep alone must have been so shocking. My prince has such a heavy burden to carry, I hope I can take some of the weight off his shoulders, you think as you and your escorts continue towards your destination.
Thor should be here. Loki never wanted this, he never wanted to rule the kingdom. He only ever wanted to be seen by his father and brother, you sigh when you think back to your late night walk in the garden where Loki admitted that very thought to you. He had never voiced it to anyone before, he knew his brother would never understand and his father would see it as a sign of weakness. As hard as it was to hear how he truly felt, you cherished the knowledge that you gained his trust and swore never to betray it.
Your thoughts shift to your engagement with the prince as you follow the guards up the grand staircase. Your relationship with Loki has not been what you expected and you couldn't be more grateful to all the gods for their blessing. The marriage had only been arranged to advance your father's status at court but in the six months since it was announced, you and your betrothed grew closer and closer. A friendship blossomed easily as you had many similar interests but in recent weeks you realized you have fallen completely in love with your future husband. The thought of spending the rest of your life with Loki no longer fills you with dread and apprehension as it did prior to your meeting. You are beyond excited by the idea of being his wife, counting down the days to your wedding although you are still too nervous to reveal your true feelings to him. Maybe on our wedding night I'll finally have the courage to tell him I love him dearly, you hope.
You look up just as the door to Loki's chambers comes into view at the end of the hall. If you and Loki hadn't broken royal protocol almost every night for the last two months, this would have been your first time here but the guards don't need to know that you knew your way.
You couldn't help breaking protocol though, you slept better in his arms then you ever did in your own bed no matter how soft it was or how many pillows you had. Each time you slipped out of your room to sleep in his bed, he would kiss you gently as his arms held you close to his body. When your eyes would drift closed, he would whisper how many days left until your wedding as if he was as excited as you were for the day to arrive. You blush a little as the memory of last night fills your mind. 'Only seventeen more sunrises until you are mine for eternity,' he whispered, his lips barely touching your ear just before he placed several light kisses to your skin.
A loud series of knocks on the tall wooden door pulls you from your pleasant memory and back into your present state of worry and anxiousness. One of the guards stands next to the door that leads into Loki's chambers while the other announces your presence as it opens.
As soon as the door closes you run to Loki without uttering a single greeting, immediately forgetting all the formalities of court that have been drilled into you your entire life. You hug him tightly but his arms remain at his sides and you fear you've made a grave mistake. Just as you are about to let go, he lets out a heavy sigh and embraces you tightly. After a long moment Loki pulls back slightly, not enough to free himself from your arms but enough to look into your eyes. He lifts his hand to gently stroke your cheek and you force a smile despite your growing nerves. He looks down at you in silence as you search his face for any clue as to what he is thinking. He seems emotionless but his eyes reveal the pain and confusion he is trying to hide from you.
You know better than anyone on Asgard how delicate the relationship between Loki and his father is but you also know deep down Loki is desperate for the king's love and approval. Were they fighting before the king succumbed to the Odinsleep, the thought pushes into your mind suddenly and your heart aches. Is that why he is taking this drastic turn of events so terribly? Does he blame himself? How could he though, this isn't his fault. Rumors that the king has been putting off the Odinsleep have been heard throughout the palace for years. It was bound to happen this way, surely Loki must know that.
You're at a lose for words as you look up at your future husband. I'm sorry, I'm here for you, everything will be okay. These words don't feel as if they will be enough to take away the emotions he seems to be wrestling with as he looks at you silently. Instead of speaking, you press your lips to his and feel the smallest hint of relief as he kisses you back.
Suddenly Loki breaks the kiss and pulls away from your embrace, taking several steps away from you. His eyes fall to the floor between you, your heart feels heavy when he lifts his eyes to look at you. You mumble a quiet apology for the kiss, fidgeting with your fingers but the prince shakes his head slowly in response.
He takes a step towards you and stops almost as if he can't bring himself to be any closer to you. "My beautiful Y/N," he says quietly, the joy missing from his voice. "If you only knew... one more kiss could be the best thing," as if he knows you already miss the feeling of his lips on yours, "but one more lie could be the worst."
"Loki..." you take a deep breath to steady yourself, moving tentatively towards him but you freeze when he takes a large step back, "You are making me nervous." Your mind races as you try to understand if he is accusing you of a lie or if he has been lying to you. "What do you mean, one more lie?"
He doesn't answer and you can't stop yourself as you begin to close the distance between you and your fiance. "Loki, you know I've never lied to you, I would never. I don't understand," you tell him, thankful that he allows you to come close enough to reach out and take his hand.
"No, I know you haven't," he lifts his other hand to cup your cheek gently. A small smile flickers across his face before he lets his fingers fall from your skin but he still holds your hand. "My father-" he clears his throat and corrects himself which you find curious, "The king has lied to me my entire life but now that I know the truth I know what I must do."
You are almost too afraid to ask what he means but you push yourself the speak, "You know you can tell me anything. What did the king lie about? What do you think you need to do?"
"The truth would only destroy your image of me and I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me for what I really am," his words frighten you. "Y/N, in this world there's real and make believe and I have learned that none of this was real."
"This seems real to me," you insist, squeezing his hand and placing a soft kiss to his cheek, his skin feels unusually cool to your lips.
"It is not," he counters with no explanation then he pulls his hand free from yours. "You're not something I deserve."
"Don't say that," you tell him as you feel your heart starting to break open. A new fear you had never imagined surfaces. Loki is ending our engagement, he's ending us. Without even a second thought you let out the only secret you've ever kept from Loki, "I love you."
The words hang in the air between you and you worry at your bottom lip, desperate for him to say he loves you in return. Instead, he shakes his head as if he doesn't believe you, "You say you love me but you don't know who I am. Let me go before you learn the truth and fear me as you should."
"I could never be afraid of you," you feel a tear roll down your cheek and do nothing to stop it as you look into Loki's eyes. "I love you and I know you, Loki. I know you better than anyone on Asgard. You're my prince, my best friend, my future. Just give me a chance, talk to me please."
His expression softens, as if seeing your pain and hearing your words has changed his heart but he looks away quickly. "You cannot know me Y/N because even I didn't know who I was until the king let his secret slip just before the Odinsleep took him."
"What secret?" you follow him as he walks across his room and places his hands on his desk, his back to you. "Loki, please you've always been able to talk to me," you urge, your hand resting on his shoulder lightly to let him know you are here. Your breath catches in your throat when he turns to look at you and you back away, your body filling with terror as he predicted when his crimson eyes focus on you. There's only one race in the nine realms that has eyes which glow such a deep red and they are monsters.
"Do you see it now?" he asks, his voice harsher than you've ever heard before when he sees how scared you are of him.
"I don't understand-" you shake your head, trying to make sense of what is happening but your fear makes it hard to think rationally.
"Odin is not my father," Loki finally begins to explain the long held secret of the royal family. "He stole me from my home as an infant during the war on Jotunheim a thousand years ago."
"You're... you're a Jotun?" you ask, your voice shaking as he walks slowly closer to you and you can't help but take a step backwards. You've heard stories about the frost giants from Jotunheim, every child on Asgard had. They were a violent race who were to be feared. The king waged war on the ice planet to save the realm from their horrid plan to destroy the bifrost and turn Asgard into a frozen wasteland. How could the man I love with all my heart be a monster from the frost realm?
"I am," he nods then asks you a question in return. "Do you fear me?"
"I-" you open your mouth to answer him but your voice fails you when Loki's pale skin becomes a deep shade of blue. Intricately detailed ridges form along the exposed skin on his wrists and neck, traveling up his face. He stands in front of you in his Jotun form and you find it hard to breath.
"Do you still love me as you claimed to only moments ago?" he asks when you don't answer his first question.
Yes! your heart screams but your mouth remains tightly shut as your mind replays the dozens and dozens of horrific tales you've heard about frost giants as a child.
Loki senses your indecision and makes the choice for you, "You said you love me but you didn't truly know me. Now that you know the truth, you're terrified of me as you should be. I know what I am, I'm the monster mother's tell their children about to ensure they behave. I am not something you cannot love, now get out!"
"Loki, wait..." you shrink back when he yells, your feelings for him trying to win the fight over your deeply rooted fear. "Please, I just need a minute-"
---‐---------------------------------
"A minute to what? Come up with a reason for why you no longer feel any affection for me?" he asks harshly. "I do not wish to hear lies or excuses for why your feelings for me are suddenly extinguished because I'm-"
"Stop!" you yell, surprising both the prince and yourself when you raise your voice, your heart pounding frantically. "Just stop... please," you say quietly, taking a deep breath to try and ground yourself.
He nods silently as if realizing for the first time that he's given you barely a few seconds to absorb the heavy truth he revealed to you. His crimson eyes follow your slow walk across his chambers to his bed where you take a seat. Your fingers trail over the vibrant emerald and gold blanket while Loki fights the pull in his chest to sit next to you.
You look down at your hand, feeling the smooth silk for what you fear is the last time, memories of your nights with Loki flash through your mind. A tear falls onto the blanket, a damp circle forming next to your hand then another when you think about how perfect everything was just this morning. Taking a deep breath, you wipe your eyes as you lift your head to see Loki has cautiously taken a few steps closer although he still remains too far for you to reach him.
Sniffling quietly, you force yourself to meet his red eyes while your mind begins to fill with questions you doubt Loki has answers to. Why would the king have taken him from his home? Why didn't the king of Jotunheim search for his son, did he think he had been killed during the destruction of the palace? Was the Allfather planning on using your fiance for some political reason or merely keeping him as a stolen trophy? What about his mother, the queen? How could the she lie to Loki when it so easy to see how much she loves him? Is Thor aware that Loki isn't his truly his brother, is that why they never became close as they grew older?
You close your eyes and rest your head in your hands while taking a series of slow, steady breaths to quiet your thoughts. When you open your eyes, the question you most desperately need an answer to pushes through all the others.
"Do you love me?" you ask your fiance.
"What?" The prince asks, clearly caught off guard by your question.
"I asked if you love me," you get up from his bed but don't move closer, hoping he'll come to you. "Or if you ever did..." you add when he doesn't move towards you.
"I don't see how that would matter now," Loki avoids answering your question, focusing instead on the floor below him. He suddenly turns away from you, walking towards his desk at the other end of the vast room.
"It's the only thing that matters," you reply, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. You follow him, unwilling to let go of your prince until you know his true feelings for you.
Loki's back faces you, his eyes focused on his hand as he slowly turns it over. Examining his palm then the ridges on the back of his hand as he rotates his wrist, he finally answers you, "I love you more with each passing day."
You take a few steps towards him, your heart pounding at his response but you freeze when he turns to face you. "That is why I can't do this to you," he tells you, tears in his eyes.
"Do what Loki?" you're almost afraid to ask.
"I can't marry you," he states simply as your heart aches deep in your chest. "You can't be tied to a monster for eternity, you need to let me go."
You move silently across the room until your standing directly in front of him, his back to his desk with nowhere else for him to escape. Cautiously you raise your hand, Loki flinches when your palm is inches from his cool skin and you pause, waiting for him to let out a breath before gently cupping his cheek. You gaze into his deep red eyes, searching for the man you love through the pain, anger and fear. "I can't let you go," you say as a tear rolls down his cheek, tracing the ridges as it descends.
"Please Y/N," he pleads quietly, "You need to-"
"No," you shake your head, your thumb stroking his icy skin gently as you wipe away another tear. "I'm not afraid of you Loki," you tell him through your own tears.
"You should be," he counters. "We both know I'm a monster, my father-" you can see the hurt in his eyes when he quickly corrects himself, "The king said all Jotuns are-"
You cut him off before he can finish, "The king lied to you about who you really are, why should we believe anything else he told us?" Loki looks at you quietly, absorbing your question. "I don't know if Jotuns are truly as horrendous as we were led to believe but if they are anything like you..." you smile, letting all the sweet memories of your time together fill your thoughts. "Then they are far from monstrous."
"Y/N..." he whispers your name as if he can barely believe what your are saying.
"I love you," you remind him, your heart beating faster when the corners of his lip begin to curl up into a smile. His hand slowly raises, settling on your lower back and you let him pull you a step closer. Your eyes never leave his, "I want to marry you every bit as much as I did this morning."
Loki doesn't respond in words, instead he leans down, pressing his cool lips to yours almost desperately. You can feel his whole body relax when you put your arms around his neck and kiss him back fiercely. He pulls back slightly after a long moment, breaking the kiss but still keeping you close. "I love you," he tells you, his smile finally appearing only to fade as a thought enters his mind. "I can't stay here."
"What do you mean? At the palace?" you ask in confusion.
He shakes his head, "Asgard."
"But it's our home," you reply, unsure what he is thinking although you quickly decide that you will follow him wherever he goes, even it's the frozen wasteland of Jotunheim.
"I can't continue to live here knowing my whole life is a lie," he explains, his fingers running slowly through the ends of your hair. "How am I supposed to look at my mother now that I know the truth? What will happen when Odin wakes up? We argued and he exposed everything just before he slipped into the Odinsleep." You can see Loki's thoughts spiraling as his eyes drift away from you.
You cup his cheek again as a rushed idea forms in your mind, "Bring Thor back."
"Thor?" he asks as if he forgot his brother is still banished to Midgard.
You nod. "Bring him back, he can be king regent until Odin wakes," you clarify your desperate plan, "And we can leave. We can live on Midgard or any of the other realms. I don't care which one."
"You would leave everything for me?" Loki asks hesitantly.
You smile up at your fiance which calms him instantly, "You are my everything."
"Y/N, my queen, my darling," he smiles in return, keeping his hand on your back to hold you flush against his body. "I love you more than anything in the nine realms."
"Good," you giggle, your fingertips lightly tracing the ridges on his forearm as you look up at him. "Because I'm never letting go of you."
I hope you liked this!! Please like, share and comment if you did 💚💚 Please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!
Summary: Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a long time and she knew about his heritage. She was okay with it. One day they were at his room, talking, and then one thing led to another and they kissed.
Warning/Content: smut, temperature play, jotun Loki.
MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Loki's lips were like heaven. Y/N moaned against it when his tongue explored her mouth and his hand roamed her body. Loki was on top of her, between her legs, his body pinning her down on the bed as he moves against her and she could feel him hard on his leather pants.
He kissed her jaw, then her neck, before he pulled away to look at her, his eyes darken with desire “You trust me, right?”
Y/N looked at him, her eyes not much different from his. She gave a small nod “With my life.”
Loki smiled against her neck before he pulled back just a little so they could undress each other. Soon they were naked, Y/N watching his body. He started to kiss her neck, down to her collarbone. He kissed her chest, her breast, her stomach, going down her body, until he stops in her hips, spreading her legs more, making a small gasp left her lips.
He kissed her inner thigh while his hand held her hips. Loki stopped, looking up at her, eyes filled with desire and something else… he looked like a starved beast in that moment, hungrily staring up at her. He kept looking up at her as he moved his mouth to her core, his tongue slowly started to lick her. Y/N moans feeling his warm tongue moving against her pussy.
“Loki...” Her voice sound like a needy moan. He let out a little moan against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure he pressed his mouth firmer against her.
Loki pulled away slightly, licking his lips before speaks “You taste amazing.” His voice was quiet and deep, as if he was saying a secret that only she knew about. He moved his tongue back to her. His tongue starts to work more vigorously, like he can’t get enough of her, moving faster, focusing on her clit.
He looks up at her again, licking her, sucking her, his eyes darkened and filled with hunger and desire at each sound she made it, until she closed her eyes. Loki smirks against her, he wanted to try something with her and now would be the perfect time, so without warning, he turned in his Jotun form.
Y/N moans a little louder, feeling the change of temperature. His tongue now was ice cold, and so was his hands on her. Loki loved how she reacted and it only fueled his desire more. Her run his tongue in all off her pussy, around her entrance and went back to focus on her clit. He let his hands wander up her body, feeling the cold of his hands against her skin until his hands found up to her breasts and he gently rolled her nipples on his cold fingers, making her moan more.
“Loki...” A desperate moan came from her lips, indicating she was feeling so good. Loki loved to hear it, loving how she was reacting to this form of him...the real him.
Her hips moved slightly against his tongue, meeting his pace. He knew she was getting closer to cum and he speed up her tongue, sucking her clit just to make her moan even more while his hands came back to her hips to hold her down in place. In a few more seconds, she was moaning his name and arching her back while she orgasmed.
Loki continued to eat her out until she rides out her orgasm. As he felt her body relaxing, he pulled away from her, breathing heavy, his eyes dark, and his Jotun form starting to change back.
Y/N finally opened her eyes, looking at the god on top of her. His eyes were dark with desire, and all she wanted was to him to finally fuck her. “Loki...please...I need you.”
He looked at her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. He didn’t need to be told twice, he was just as desperate as she was “I need you too… more than you know.”
At that, he grabbed her legs and wrapped around his waist. His cock was hard as he positioned himself on her entrance. Y/N gave a small nod, desperate to feel him, and then he slowly started to push in, a small groan coming from his lips. She moaned at the new feeling of him filling her up, stretching her walls with his size.
Loki gave her a moment to get used, but some part of him also needed a moment to not just cum right there with how tight she felt around him. He slowly started moving, looking at her to see if there was any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he started picking up his pace.
Moans left her lips as he thrusts on her. He keeps going, loving each sound she was making. His movements becoming a little bit faster, a little bit harder, seeking for more. He looked at her face, the pleasure she was feeling and he decided to test his other form again.
Without a warning, he turned back in his Jotun form, right before her eyes. She moaned, fighting to keep her eyes open at the new sensation of his cock cold as ice, thrusting on her.
Loki let out a low groan, the temperature change affecting him more than he expected. She suddenly felt way too hot around him, and that made him even crazy. His grip tightened on her hips, a few groans coming from the god’s lips.
“Loki...” Y/N moans his name.
He whispered against her ear, his breath cold and heavy “Faster? Or harder?”
“Both.”
He didn’t even hesitate, wanting to give her everything she wanted. His hips moved even faster, harder, going as deep as he can “You like that?” She only nods, not trusting her mouth would do anything else than moan again.
As he continued to move, hitting a deep spot inside of her, he started feeling her clenching slightly around him. He knew she was close and he wanted nothing more than to make her cum on him “Cum for me, love...”
Hearing his words and with the feeling of him, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She felts even tighter around him and she couldn’t help as her eyes closed at the intense pleasure she felt. That was the final push that Loki needed, and soon after she rode out her orgasm, he came too, with a deep grunt.
He lets his body fall against her of exhaustion, turning back to his Asgardian form as he kissed her gently on the lips, then on her forehead before he pulled out and laid on the bed next to her “You okay?”
Y/N nods, still catching her breath “Yeah…that was amazing by the way…”
Loki nods, his breath still heavy as he pulls her closer “Yes, it was...It was an interesting experience.” He holds her in his arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin when he spoke again, hesitantly “I was afraid you would be...disgusted...”
“Loki...” She looks up at him with a soft gaze “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t find you disgusting like that?”
He looks at her, a small smile forming on his face “I know, I know...but I still worry about it. It's hard to shake off old insecurities.”
Y/N looked at him, with a smirk “Let’s take a shower then. I’ll get rid of those insecurities.”
Loki chuckles but soon a smirk formed on his lips “Lead the way.”
After fleeing the court of The Golden Palace, Loki follows and reveals a secret of his own in an effort to console you. But his new form is more than just comforting...
Warning: 18+. sexual content and language. I mean it. Jotun Lokiincluding - size difference, oral sex (m & f receiving) frottage, fingering/large insertion. Hyperspermia. Capital S for SMUT
A/N: I used What If...Loki and thought about an average size woman to compare. This really is just self-indulgent smut so can be read standalone if you're not following the series.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @reveriesources
Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist
The wrath that had sent your fire reeling banked at the cool touch of Loki’s hands around your waist. In one moment you were a raging inferno, destroying every artefact, every decoration and drape in your path, sending other gods fleeing back into side rooms and up onto the balconies. The next you were cradled so softly in his arms, his touch pushing back your anger like a cool breeze on a summer day.
The burnt cinders of the corridor were gone and you found yourself alone in a similarly vast marble throne room, sealed from floor to ceiling in onyx black marble, seams of gold tracing through the wide blocks into an endless ceiling, twinkling with candlelight.
Loki held you to his chest, petting the back of your head and down your arms, quenching the fire under his touch and, when you finally looked at him, he still held that pale blue hue that had appeared when he created a sedir shield against your explosive anger.
“Asynja,” Loki breathed your name like a prayer, cupping your cheek and drawing you closer.
“Loki,” you sobbed, collapsing back into his chest and allowing your tears to fall freely, “I don’t want to join any of their families.” You finally let the tears flow, now that your anger was subsiding, and your fear rose swiftly to the surface.
“No one can make you go with them, my darling,” Loki soothed, but you still hiccuped around another sob. “I promise, as long as I am beside you, my darling Asynja, no one shall take you from me. Do you understand?” He pulled back to look down at you, his eyes brimming with a potent mixture of anger and possessiveness.
“I understand,” you took a deep breath, but the flames that had surrounded you continued to dance around your feet and temples. “It’s just - it’s an awful lot to deal with so suddenly.”
“I know, I too have experienced a revelation about my parentage, and the powers that come with it.” He kept his eyes steady with yours but you could tell from the twitch in his jaw that he was holding his emotions back.
Confused you allowed your gaze to rove over him for the first time, he didn’t appear to be hurt by the flames but he still looked different somehow.
“You’re blue.”
“Yes,” Loki laughed a little, “I am blue. I thought it might help you to see that you are not alone in discovering new things about yourself and that you are also not alone in being frightened. Although this is only part of my other body.” He admitted.
You took Loki’s hand, colder than usual, and led him into the centre of the ballroom before tugging him to sit on the floor beside you. “What are you frightened of?” Your dress pooled around you, shimmering slightly, and Loki carefully arranged your skirts so that he could press as close to you as possible.
“I imagine the same as you, what I will become, should I let the truth of my nature show.”
“And what is your true nature?” You took his hand and traced the darker blue lines that had appeared along the back, dipping between his fingers.
“Odin was not my father, my father was Laufey, of Jotenheim, King of the Frost Giants. That is why I am Loki Laufeyson. Father, Odin, used to say that both Thor and I were born to sit upon the throne. It was only recently I learnt that he meant separate thrones and not a joint ruling of the kingdom as I’d believed. I had imaged that we would share responsibilities, divided by our personal skills in both warring and intrigue. But father had other plans. My brother, of Asgard, would rule over the people that we love, the home that I knew. Yet I, the son stolen from his homeland, was destined for a throne in a room I did not remember, a people I did not know, a land I have visited but once.” He choked on his words, fighting the emotion he’d tamped down for so long.
“Oh, Loki, I’m so sorry. He should never have kept that from you, or teased you and Thor like that.” You squeezed his hands tighter and Loki turned to give you a sad smile.
“Fear not, darling, I do not wish for a throne, it is no great disappointment to me that it belongs to another.”
“What are you afraid of then?”
“My form, this is a body, a form, that I was given as a child by my mother. Frost Giants are unlike Asgardians, I fear that my Jotun form would be a terrifying prospect for all around me, there is precious little regard for me as it is, I should hate to ruin my reputation further.” Loki smiled again, patting your hand. “We should leave, we can return to Tonsberg as planned, we’ll be safe there and we can put this whole sorry mess to rest. We have no need to fear prophecies, we can write our own futures.” Loki seemed so sure, confident that he could walk away from this threat as he had so many others that you almost believed him.
Perhaps you could, but you would have no secrets between you if you did.
You allowed him to rise, but tugged him back when he offered you his hand, “show me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Show me, let it go, be a Jotun, show me.” You repeated, raising your eyebrows and watching him expectantly. “I already saw your skin go sort of blue, what else happens?”
Loki looked almost bashful, “really, darling, I have no concept of what might happen. Frost Giants can be ten feet tall, I would not wish to risk any harm coming to you.”
“Loki, please, look at the size of this room,” you both looked up at the ceiling, though it was so high you could barely see it, shrouded as it was in the darkness of the marble.
“If you insist,” he conceded, “but only for you, my darling.”
Loki stepped further from you, and as he did he began to change subtly. When Loki used his sedir the change could be tracked by the journey of the magic over his body, but this was different. He grew taller and as you watched you missed his hair lengthening, growing down his back. His skin, an icey blue, was marked with more and more intricate designs and his eyes became red. His growth slowed and you stared up at him. Naked and in his full glory for the first time.
Loki must have been at least ten feet tall, if not more, though the ballroom ceiling was still far away he could reach up and touch the cascading chandeliers, he was certainly towering over you, sprawled as you were on the floor, attempting to take in his full height.
“Wow.” You continued to stare, your hand reaching out for him.
“Is wow a positive expression?” Loki asked, his voice still the same, though louder now. The sound vibrated through you and you clenched your legs together.
“Uh - definitely a good thing.” Loki was always beautiful, but this form, so tall and broad, muscular and strong, so purely alien. He was truly a god and you felt small before him. “I bet you could pick me up with one hand.” You said, touching his calf absently.
Loki laughed in response and you felt hot, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it had taken you by surprise how attractive you found this form.
“Probably,” he quirked an eyebrow. “Shall we find out what else we could do?”
Loki bent down on her haunches and extended a hand towards you. His hands were still decorated with whirls of darker blue, and you traced them with your own fingers. With a grin he scooped you up, knocking you backwards so that you landed in his open palms.
Shocked, you gazed up at him open mouthed and his smile didn’t fade, instead it morphed into the teasing grin that knew you were in for both pleasure and mischief.
In this form you looked different too, although Loki was always taller he had certainly never viewed you like this. So small and vulnerable in his hand. He clenched his fingers gently, folding his thumb over your waist and circling your back with his fingers. You curled your arms around his thumb, hanging on tightly.
When he stood you shook, each of your movements amplified in his palm, as if he was back catching creatures in the forests of his youth, a nymph of his own to play with. He clenched his jaw against the thought - a plaything. His own goddess to play with.
“You look so - delicate.” He cooed, keeping his voice lower now you were closer to him.
“You look enormous.” You choked out, heat spreading over your chest and neck despite the chill of his touch. “Please, Loki, distract me from all this?” You asked, he had been right, this was exactly what you needed to feel less alone, less strange in this alien world. But now you needed more of him, you’d never get enough of anything that Loki could offer you, you’d take every facet of him, every version.
“What do you require of me, my tiny darling.” Loki lifted you higher, holding you to his cheek, your legs dangled in the air but your arms reached forward, touching his cold skin.
You leant towards him, pressing your lips against the expanse of smooth skin that covered his still sharp cheekbones, and pressed tickling kisses there, “make me forget, Loki. Please?”
“How could I deny such a polite request.” He cupped his other hand around you and, in a warm shimmer of magic, you felt your clothes vanish from your body. Still surrounded by his fingers your skin tingled, erupting in goosebumps at the press of his cold palm.
Loki lifted you back towards his face and pursed his lips, blowing warm air into his cupped hands and you giggled. You’d been expecting him to launch into some debauched idea of his, knowing that at least ten crackled around his thoughts at all times, but his playfulness caught you off guard as it always did.
“Loki!” You squirmed in his grasp and he held you all the tighter for it, bringing you back to his lips. This time he opened his hands and held you still, his second thumb covering your arms over your head so you couldn’t move, and then kissed the soft swell of your stomach. His lips were as cold as the rest of him, but as gentle as ever.
You giggled again, heat skittering over your skin and then shooting between your legs. His thumb swiped over your body and he kissed you again and again, turning you this way and that to find a spot on your side, on your hip, that he hadn’t yet worshipped.
“My darling,” he sighed, tipping his hand back so that you fell into his palm again, sprawled before him, “what a delicious little morsel you are.” His smile was vulpine and the only warning you got before he licked you, his tongue dipping between your spread legs and swiping up towards your breasts. You squealed in surprise, trying to close your legs but his fingers tangled over them, holding you open and he licked and licked, pausing only to blow gusts of cold air over the heat of your flesh.
“I could eat you forever and never be satiated.” Loki fit his tongue between your legs, teasing the tip against your entrance until you felt him stretch you gently. He angled his tongue upwards, humming softly and you swore you saw all the stars exploding as the vibrations thrummed through your bones. Loki continued, tilting his face forwards so that he nose pressed on your lower stomach, his tongue still angling upwards and your body sang for him, taut and ready.
“You’re devine,” he cooed, the rush of his words like a breeze, cooling your slick as it ran down your sticky thighs.
“Please, Loki, I can’t - I need - I want to cum - I’m going to - agh!”
Like a sacrificial offering he kept you pinned open until you were begging, pleading for more, the ever tightening coil of your arousal turned and turned in your stomach until you could take no more, gushing onto his tongue with a scream of pained pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, heat and cold and pressure and pleasure and ecstasy all rolled into one.
Loki gave you a few seconds to recover before he lay you onto the table, sprawled before him.
“You are truly a feast, Asynja. Look at you, covered in us both and still smiling.” He kissed your cheek the best he could, swiping his thumb over your belly and thighs, rubbing in his kisses.
Your chest heaved, sweat cooling between your breasts and you longed for his touch again, even if it was icy, anything but this loneliness now that he had put you down.
“Loki -” you gasped, reaching for him and finding one of his large hands, your hand barely fit around his finger but his touch was soothing and pleasant on your heated skin.
He brushed his thumb over your breasts, around your nipples, down, down until he could lift your leg and cup you again, his thumb covering your folds and applying pressure to your aching clit. Your body no longer belonged to you, given over to the pleasure that touch created, your hips lifted, rolling into the pad of his thumb and he let you, a satisfied smile on his face as your pace increased, riding his hand. With an obscene moan you arched from the table and into his awaiting touch.
“You’re not satisfied, darling?” He smirked as you looked at him with heavily lidded eyes, “I promise I’m going nowhere until you are completely sated,” he bent over the table, looming over you and filling your senses, “we shall only leave when you are panting, crying for me to stop.” Loki kissed the side of your face, close enough that you could twine your hands in his hair in an effort to keep him there, so close you thought you could breathe him in. Despite all of the changes to his body, his hair felt the same, soft and silky and smelt like the expensive shampoo he insisted on using. It blended with his usual deep amber scent and something else, perhaps something Jotun, that reminded you of snowy days and icey nights.
“God - Loki - I - fuck me, please.”
You both looked down at the sizable erection tenting his magically enlarged trousers, his words rumbled through you, his lips still at your cheek, “I do not wish to break you, my Asynja, perhaps something else may sate your lusts.” His cock bobbed under his trousers, twitching in time with his words, and you knew without looking in his eyes that he was using every ounce of his self control not to at least try and push himself deep inside of you.
Suddenly his thumb was gone and you gave a low whine at the loss, dropping a hand between your legs to try and continue the glorious cresting of your impending orgasm, but Loki moved your hand away.
“Patience, darling,” he chided, still cupping the backs of your legs, tugging you to the edge of the long table. Instead of his thumb he stroked his pinky finger down your stomach, one hand keeping you still, the other drawing teasing circles over your belly button, lower and lower with each circle.
Even his smallest finger felt enormous, Loki in his usual size was enough of a stretch and heat flooded through you at the thought of trying to take even his finger.
“Lo’,” you were incoherent now, thrashing on the table with every movement, but he pressed on, the pad of his finger at your entrance, spreading your arousal over your clit and pushing slowly, intently, until you felt yourself stretch around him.
“Norns, Asynja, you are the most delicious woman in the nine kingdoms, in every realm, every universe, every time,” he cooed, pressing further until you keened, your hands rushing back between your legs as if to both stop and continue the onslaught of pleasure.
You had never been so full in your life, so full and so loved, held as you were between Loki’s gigantic hands, his lips kissing away the sweat on your brow, sparkling like diamonds in the low light.
“Loki, I - I -” your fingers struggled to find purchase in his hair - on his hands, slipping over his arousal soaked skin and you were dimly aware that that was the feel of you, hot and slick between you, dripping onto the table, before your orgasm hit you at full force, just from the stretch alone.
“Good girl, Asynja,” Loki growled, moving only slightly as your walls clenched around him, he could feel very flutter and movement on his sensitive fingertips and then you gushed, squirting over his finger and soaking the his chin where he perched between your legs.
Loki’s red eyes went darker, a blood red full of his widened pupil and drinking in every inch of your sweating, heaving body, your velvet skirts pushed up around your waist and bare legs shining with your arousal.
“Fuck, Loki - that was -” you dropped your head back onto the table with a thunk, staring glassy eyed at the lights twinkling above.
“It’s my pleasure, my darling.” He drawled, grin feral, tongue poking out between blue teeth. The first lap was soothing on your heated skin, sending goosebumps up and down your legs.
You peered up, tucking your head into your chest to view the god between your legs, still worshipping you, still thinking only of you. It was overwhelming, his devotion, and you wanted - needed, to make him feel the same.
Carefully you eased yourself to the edge of the table, level with his smiling face, and then you let your feet drop to the floor, a hand on his bare chest, pushing him backwards until he lay on the marble floor. Loki was the only other colour in the room, a bright star in the darkness. The bulge of his trousers was pressing against the zipper and you carefully settled on his hip, pushing your hands against the fabric.
It was Loki’s turn to groan now, the sound a deep rumble that travelled down his body and back between your legs. A fresh wave of arousal made itself known, but you tamped down your feelings. It was Loki’s turn now.
He helped you to tug the zipper down, freeing his impossibly large cock from its prison.
“Fuck.” The word was out before you could stop it and you left your mouth hanging open while you took in his full glory. In his Asgardian form Loki was already generously endowed. But as Jotun - you placed your hand against the firm length and marvelled at how delicate his skin still felt, albeit colder than normal. His cock twitched beneath your palm and a large bead of precum slithered from the tip, tracing the contours of a thick vein that ran up the bottom.
“Please -” Loki whimpered, his hands twitching. One came to wrap around your waist, gently holding you, the other he clenched in the fabric of his trousers.
“Can I taste?”
“Yes - of course, please, Asynja, do not torment me, can you not feel how I ache for you. How my body needs you?”
He squeezed his eyes closed, the sound of fabric ripping slowly accompanying the tightening of his first.
“I’d hate to leave you aching, my Prince.” You teased, leaning forwards and wrapping your hands around as much of his girth as you could. Tugging yourself closer to him you let your tongue dancing over his throbbing vein, arching higher towards the flare around the head. Marvelling at the beautiful shades his Jotun form afford him, you missed a second roll of precum escaping down the side and soaking your arm.
“Norns -” Loki clenched his jaw, “I must apologise for -”
“Please, don’t.” You knelt up and licked him again, eagerly tasting as much of him as you could. “You taste a little different, it’s fascinating.”
“Asynja,” he warned.
“Well -” you licked, “you do.”
Reaching the sensitive head you dipped your face towards his slit, pressing your nose into the soft flesh and pushing your tongue down, swirling it and pulsing as he did to you. You were rewarded with more and more of his cum, weeping past your pressing fingers.
“Asynja, I cannot hold back any longer - my darling -”
His cock pulsed, you could feel it against your body were you had pressed yourself against the entire length of him and it felt devine. Your body responded, clit aching for the feel of it.
“Do that again,” you begged, rubbing yourself against him, pushing on his length until you were lying on his stomach, wrapped around him, legs thrown over his base, toes curling.
The hand at your waist squeezed too and you felt the sensation of him moving you gently, the drag and pull of skin on skin, your pussy wet and wanting against his cock.
“You feel so fucking good, my darling, I can’t help it, your little body is perfection, made for me, made for my cock.”
You mewled, licking and sucking at his rigid length, thrusting your hips into him in seach of your own pleasure.
“I’m going to cum, Asynja and you haven’t even tried to move away.” He growled, his voice wavering as he neared his release.
“Don’t want to, Lo, I want your cum, want you to drench me in it, want you to use me and rub me on your beautiful cock, please - please!” Your sobs of pleasure joined his own, a deep knot tightening in the pit of your stomach.
“My goddess, my princess, my darling I will give you every drop you wish for.” He promised, fingers so tight you knew you’d have an array of bruises to enjoy tomorrow, but now, plunged into the most exquisite pleasure you’d ever felt, you latched onto the spot below his glands and sucked and sucked and -
Loki came with a shout, chasing your own release with each pulse of his cock, and spurted down your arms and hands, your back and legs. He painted his own chest in ropes and ropes of cum until he sighed, releasing your body and sagging into the floor.
Slowly he shrank until you were lying chest to chest on the cold floor and laughing.
“Loki, please tell me we can do that again.” You mumbled into his chest, lazily kissing his now, slightly warmer, skin.
“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.” He agreed, “although I think we may traumatise my poor brother should he stumble upon us. Perhaps it’s time we find him and return to Tonsberg?”
“Can’t we stay here and have a nap?” You closed your eyes defiantly, hoping he’d give in despite how uncomfortable you both were.
“Sadly, I can not allow a Goddess, such as yourself, to take her rest on a such an appalling hard surface. Only the finest pillows and sheets will do for you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “luckily, I know just such a place.”
Loki didn’t know when he had started whimpering. Maybe it was when Bucky’s tongue first began to circle him—slow, languid strokes that left his nerves aflame. Or maybe it was when that mouth moved with more intent, more pressure, like Bucky had all the time in the world and wanted to taste every ounce of his surrender....
