LOUDER
Avenger AU Loki x fem!reader In which Loki is injured and also a horned out mess.
Loki collapsed onto the bed, pouting up at her. “Love, please—”
She laughed at his puppy face, pulling on the straps of her uniform. “Stop making that face, my god.”
“Please, darling, I can’t take this much longer,” he begged, longing to see that delectably lush body again. “You’re driving me insane.”
She grinned, doing a little twirl. “You’re injured, you know you can’t do anything without reopening the stitches. And there will be questions if we have to ask Cap to stitch you up. Again.”
“I am a god,” Loki growled, glaring at the deep, ragged scars on his chest. “I am immortality incarnate, I am the god of mischief, of vice and malice, and I will not be bested by this— this—”
“Loki, you were stabbed with a godkiller,” she said, serious now. “I know you’re not used to recovery, but trust me when I say you don’t want to reopen that wound.”
He grit his teeth and hissed. “Then stop tempting me, you witch.”
Instantly, something electric-hot sparked in her gaze.
She crawled onto the bed, her hips swaying as she moved over his body, her scent enveloping him. She slid her hand up his chest, caressing his neck, gripping his chin. Loki groaned, his body yearning up into her, his hands clutching the back of her shirt. She brought her lips to his, breath hot and promising—
“Behave,” she whispered.
Loki yelled, burying his head in her neck. She giggled as he muttered, “You demon, you foul quim, you dastardly, beastly, monstrous tease.”
She ran her hand through his hair, tugging the ends just to see him whimper. “You know I like it when you call me names. Now I mean it. You can’t do anything too… active.”
That snakelike glimmer shot through his irises, the glint of a good idea. “I can’t, this is true. But you can.”
She hummed. “But you’d have to do a hell of a lot of begging to convince me.”
He pulled away from her neck, scoffing. “I do not beg. I am a god. No mortal woman has ever merited—”
She gently caressed his face, his cheek, sliding down to his neck. Her fingers closed around him, holding him, collaring him. Not hard, nor even firm, but simply holding him.
She saw the break in his eyes, the instant submission creeping into his very being: those silver eyes softening, his brow easing, his hands gently holding her body. Loki looked up at her, the picture of submission, his lips parted and his body soft beneath hers.
“Please, love,” he whispered.
Oh, how his tune had changed. So quickly, too.
She smirked, and he felt it to the very core, the shock of butterflies erupting in his stomach.
“Louder,” she commanded.
And he complied.