It’s Always Been You
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Summary: Loki has been in love with his childhood best friend for years. She, on the hand, has never seen him as more than a brotherly type. How will he react when the love of his life shows up in the middle of the night, in his bedroom, professing her desire for him at long last?
Warnings: sickeningly sweet professions of love, fluff AND lots and lots of smut, mentions of loss and grief, oral (female and male receiving), p in v sex, virgin reader, no use of Y/N, language, 18+
Word Count: 5.8k
A/N: I’ve been reading the most romantic historical fiction lately and I just loved the idea of a romantic, head-over-heels in love Loki! Enjoy my take on a smutty, fluffy, friends to lovers Loki fic!
“Oh hells!”
Your high-heeled foot snagged on the hem of your dress, and you neatly tumbled into the ornately carved door in front of you.
Your hands slammed into the wall with a dull thud as you regained your balance, muttering curses under your breath all the while.
Frantic, you scanned down the vast, empty halls, and you were assured no one heard you.
Thank gods that Thor, in his delirious birthday drunkenness, had given the night off to the palace guards. You were certain they were happily drowning themselves in kegs and kegs of drink in the servants’ quarters below.
Trying not to lose your nerve, you creaked open the door. The sound of your own breath was deafening in your ears.
In the slit of torch light from the hall, you could just make out a lone sleeping figure in the bed, dark hair messily splayed out on a pillow. One pale, toned arm slung behind his head. A slight rise and fall of his chest told you he hadn’t been awoken by your little tumble.
Or he was just pretending to be asleep.
He was Loki after all.
The trickster god.
Brother of Thor, son of Odin.
Second prince of Asgard.
And your best friend in all of the 9 realms.
At least he was. Nowadays, you weren’t so sure what exactly, was the nature of your relationship.
A rustling of the sheets made you flinch, shaking you out of your thoughts.
Immediately, you regretted everything. You turned too quickly, tangling yourself on your ridiculous emerald gown again. The clumsy stomp of you saving yourself from falling flat on your ass, rang out loudly. If he wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now.
Your shoulders braced against the sleepy drawl of his voice.
”Well. I’ve imagined you in my bedroom many times my dear, but certainly not out of your own volition.”
Your ears flushed hotly at the thought of what in the worlds Loki had fantasized would happen with you.
Here.
In his bed.
How little did he know that your own traitorous mind could not stop thinking about the very same thing. It’s what brought you here, practically against your own will, and definitely against your better judgement, to his door in the middle of the night.
“I’ve thought of many a method to convince you. Dragging you kicking and screaming was an appealing one. Or perhaps a love potion. A persuasive spell was another.” He rambled on leisurely. “I hadn’t quite decided and yet—“
“I want you.”
At your interruption, Loki paused mid-sentence. He took in your face as a multitude of emotions flashed across it. Regret, and apprehension. But there was desire there too. Determination. A desperation and openness he hasn’t seen since the two of you were much younger.
Since before tragedy had hardened your heart.
“Come here, my love.”
Your heart practically melted at the endearment. Loki has flirted with you constantly for years, feeding all sorts of wild rumors in the court.
But somehow, tonight, in the quiet darkness of his bedroom, you finally believed him.
That underneath all the joking and teasing, he really did love you.
With a flick of his wrist, Loki lit the lamps, bathing the room in a soft amber glow.
He rose from the bed and the sheets gracefully fell away, revealing a shirtless Loki in a pair of loose fitting pants.
Not much was left to the imagination and seeing him like this, in this context, made your face heat up like a furnace.
Slowly, Loki took one of your hands in both of his. His green eyes studied your expression with an intensity that made you want to look away. But you didn’t. You held his gaze steadily and met it with the same intensity.
The same passion.
“You’re serious about this.” His words came out in a whisper. All the humor left his tone as he regarded you with awe.
Not trusting your own voice, you took the smallest step closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies.
Loki was utterly baffled. He’d spent his whole life watching you. Observing you. Studying you.
He knew every expression, every nervous habit—like how you cracked your knuckles right before you had to talk to someone you hated (which was everyone at court). Or how your eyes crinkled in affection and sadness anytime you saw your father with Odin.
The way you rolled your eyes at his idiot brother’s boasting.
And your raised eyebrows and slight smirk whenever Loki pulled yet another prank on him.
Loki knew what you looked like when you steeled yourself for battle. How your shoulders drew back, your hands gripped your sword, and your eyes sharpened with a predatory focus.
He knew that your jaw would clench in pain, and your face fall into an impassive mask at the mere mention of your fallen Valkyrie mother.
Only for him to find you in silent tears in your favorite hidden corner of the library that only he knew about.
He knew that any romantic advance he would make towards you would be met with a laugh, a painful shove to the floor, or a condescending pat on the head. Along with a decisive declaration that he was “like a brother” to you, and nothing more.
But tonight, in this moment, Loki was struck with two things that went directly against everything he thought he knew about you.
One.
Ever since your mother was slain in battle, you hated being touched. By anyone. Even your own father.
Two.
You never, ever allowed yourself to be commanded by anyone other than Odin, your father, or your Valkyrie generals. Loki couldn’t tell you to do a goddamn thing. Nor Thor for that matter.
And yet, when he asked for you, you approached him willingly.
You let him hold your hand.
And now, you were looking at him expectantly. As if you were asking to be kissed.
“If this is a dream, don’t wake me.” Loki breathed into your mouth right as he sealed his lips over yours.
At the first taste of him, your body relaxed all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding. He tasted of spiced wine and smelled of parchment and evergreen wood like the palace library. You inhaled deeply and unconsciously pulled him closer to you by wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.
“You smell like the library.” You smiled. Of course he would smell like your safe place.
“Where do you think I spend all my time hiding from my family?” Loki joked, his hands held your waist as if this was an everyday occurance.
“And with me.” You retorted playfully. You were a battle strategist before you were a warrior. People called you calculating, and ruthless in war, but Loki saw you as brilliant and under appreciated by the Valkyrie’s and his father. Where your mother was a fearsome, powerful commander, you were just as fierce, in intellect instead.
It’s what drew the two of you together to be fast friends since you were young. And formidable partners on the battlefield. Thor would dive headfirst into the enemy, relying on brute force. But you and Loki stood back, observed, made a plan, and vanquished the opponent by outsmarting them.
So Loki knew your actions weren’t a spur of the moment, brash decision of lust. It was meticulously decided. Every possible outcome had been weighed and mulled over. And somehow, you had landed on finally coming to his side.
He kissed you again, softly, as if to reassure himself you were really there. Really letting him hold you and kiss you.
He led you to the bed and sat you down and knelt before you in full surrender. He looked up at you, emerald eyes shining with emotion.
“I have not an inkling as to what caused your change of heart, but I will do anything in my power to please you. Anything to make you happy. I am yours, and I’ve been yours for years.” Loki confessed with reverence, and he brought your hand to his lips.
You stilled the slight tremor of his hand by holding it in your warm palms. A rush of power, and thrill, raced up your spine as you gazed down at Loki, a prince of Asgard, prone at your feet, professing his loyalty and love to you, a mere woman. Well, a formidable, intelligent, warrior-woman, but not by any means a goddess nor princess.
“Loki.” You breathed out his name with a clear realization. This man, no, this god, was truly, deeply, and undoubtedly in love with you.
You decided to be fully transparent with him. He deserved to know how you truly felt about him.
“Loki, you know I trust you. I trust you with my life on the battlefield, with my position in this court of snakes, with the well-being of my father and myself, especially after Mother died.” Your voice started to tremble with emotion.
You thought back to sleepless nights as a teenager, where you were awake with grief. And Loki, lonely Loki, was the only one who could understand your loss. In a land that professed to be paradise, and buried pain, Loki relished in it, understood it, harnessed its power.
He was an orphan, an outcast in his own kingdom, in his own family. He knew grief. He knew suffering.
But when he saw it in you, all his selfish ambition faded away into wanting to protect you from ever hurting like that again.
”I remember.” Loki murmured, looking at your intertwined hands.
“You cared for me Loki. You always have. You were the one who sat with me in my grief until the sun rose in the library. You were the one who vouched for my abilities in battle and saved me from death countless times. You were the one who drove away unwanted suitors who were after my power, not my heart.”
“By courting you myself instead.” Loki chuckled. He thought back to the first time he cracked a half-hearted joke about proposing to you and you, in full shock and embarrassment, kicked his feet out from under him, knocked the wind out of his lungs, and threatened him at sword point to never make a joke like that again.
So of course his flirting has been unrelentless ever since.
“You know, I didn’t believe you at first.” You laughed with him, and the sound was as beautiful as the most talented Asgardian musicians could play.
“I was serious the whole time. And still am.” Loki confirmed.
“I knew you loved me. I never doubted it. And I knew as we grew older that that love had become more than friendship. More than family. But…” You hesitated, unsure how to form into words what you were feeling.
“But what, my dear? You still haven’t answered me. Why the change of heart if you knew I loved you for all this time?” Loki pressed gently.
”I—I knew I loved you as well.” You confessed, and Loki inhaled sharply. “Like a brother! Like a best friend.” You clarified, but continued on.
“I’ve been thinking over for a long time if I’d ever want to be with someone. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think it was in my future. I’m too cold, too hardened for love.”
Loki opened his mouth to refute this but you held up a palm to stay his words.
“But my heart changed. I don’t know when it began, but I started missing you. I found myself wandering around the palace, looking for you. And when we weren’t in the library together, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, wanting you to be by my side at every boring council meeting, every court function where I had to show up alone, yet again. And in the evenings, when the weight of my grief and loneliness felt too much to bear, I longed for you, Loki.” You felt another flush creep up your chest. It was beyond embarrassing to be this honest with Loki right in front of you.
“So tonight, watching women fawn over your brother, the court in drunken lust from wine, and everyone sneaking into beds that were not those of their wives, I just kept wondering…” You trailed off, definitely too shy to say what you really thought.
”Who was in mine?” Loki finished for you.
You buried your face in your hands and nodded, your own cheeks hot to the touch. At that, Loki rose up and sat next to you on the mattress.
Gently, he pried apart your fingers and was shocked to see tears lining your eyes, making them sparkle in the lamplight.
“I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else sharing your bed and I don’t know what I was thinking, barging in here to—I don’t know—spy on you? Confront you?” You babbled, feeling like a fool, and utterly overwhelmed with emotion. You wanted to curse whoever invented love; you felt awash at sea, and totally out of control.
“There was never anyone, my love.” Loki wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the idea was that he wanted anyone other than you.
But instead, he leaned in and kissed the tears away from your eyes.
“It has always been you. Only you.”
You let yourself be caressed by his kisses, by his touch. His fingers danced across your collarbone and pulled down the soft fabric covering your shoulders.
“Do you still want me?” Loki murmured against your shoulder. His eyes flicked up to meet yours. In them you could see for yourself, his love, his loyalty. His deep, yearning want for you and you alone.
“Yes.” You breathed out the single syllable with all the love, all the desire in your heart.
“Let me show you how the only person I could ever want, could ever love, is you, my dear.”
This time, it was you who initiated the kiss. Cupping under his chin, you drew Loki’s beautiful face to yours and pressed your lips to his waiting ones.
An unseemly moan escaped from your throat and Loki startled, but didn’t let you pull back.
Instead, his deft fingers found the tightly knotted ribbons on the back of your gown and tugged them free. Your dress fell in swaths of fabric at your waist, revealing soft breasts with nipples that pebbled in the nightly breeze.
Loki brushed his fingers across the tops of your breasts until he found your sensitive nubs and pinched them softly.
You’ve never had a lover, and so the only touch your body knew was your own.
But Loki, sweet, sensual Loki—his touch. His touch was magical. Your body immediately reacted and you were under his spell.
“Loki—what are you—!” You failed to form coherent phrases as you gripped his shoulders, your head buried in his neck.
“You are beautiful, my love.” He swooped your hair across your shoulder and kissed the hot skin of your exposed neck. His lips trailed further down until he reached your nipples and swiftly sucked them into his mouth.
“Ah!”
“And very, very sensitive.” Loki grinned and clamped a hand on the other breast, pinching harder while his tongue swirled circles.
Getting overwhelmed, you couldn’t decide whether to pull his face away from your chest, or bury him deeper. But when you felt teeth on your flesh, you drew back, startled.
“Loki!” You gasped in shock. “You bit me!”
“A love bite,” Loki bit down on the other nipple. “Do you like it?” He teased you, mischievously.
“L-Loki!” You sputtered out, unsure what to say.
“I love it when you’re speechless.” Loki laughed. “It’s a rare occurrence.”
At that, he finally released your breasts and gripped the back of your head. He crushed his lips to yours with so much force, you were certain it would bruise.
But you kissed him back just as forcefully, relishing how soft, how hot, how wet his mouth was. You’ve seen lovers practically eat each other when they kissed and it always made you want to throw up in disgust.
But when Loki kissed you, all you could think was this:
Kissing Loki was lighting you on fire.
“I want that sharp tongue of yours.” Loki suddenly panted out.
“What?” You sucked in some air, still figuring out when to breathe while making out.
“Put your tongue in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“Oh my gods, you can’t just say that—!”
He interrupted your embarrassment by devouring your mouth, forcing it open, and you hesitantly obeyed by sticking your tongue out.
His firm, wet muscle somehow tangled with yours, sliding across with certainty. The feeling was foreign but not unpleasant.
Far from it.
In fact, his tongue was sending vibrations of lust straight to your core. You could feel your innermost muscles contract and release in desire.
You were practically humming with want.
“Mmm!” You moaned, “L-Loki!”
“How was that for you, my dear?” Loki swiped his tongue along his lips, making a show of savoring your taste.
“G-good.” You stuttered, swollen lips making it hard to speak.
“Just ‘good’? I was hoping for higher praise.” Loki teased you, his arrogant side appearing. “No matter. I’ll show you what else this tongue can do.”
He pulled your dress off your hips and was met with a welcome surprise.
“Nothing underneath?” He stared at you in lustful awe and a grin split his face.
You couldn’t meet his eyes and resisted the urge to cover your body. So you simply shook your head.
“Well then. Let’s see how you taste.” With that, Loki dove headfirst between your legs. His firm grip pulled each of your thighs up to give him clear access to your dripping center.
You twisted the bedsheets in your fists when you felt it.
When you felt him.
Gods, Loki’s tongue worked wonders on your pussy. His tongue explored every fold while your center gushed and throbbed uncontrollably. He kissed, stroked, and invaded your flesh as deep as he could go.
The most sinful, wet, squelching sounds came from where Loki’s face was buried in you and you found it impossible to keep from moaning continuously.
“Ohhh!” You cried out. “It’s too much!”
“That’s it, my darling.” Loki encouraged you. “Let go.”
He returned back to your pussy, finding your clit this time and swiping his tongue rhythmically across it.
“Oh my gods!” You screamed. “I can’t—!”
You inadvertently clamped your strong thighs against Loki’s head, holding him against your clit as the orgasm ripped through your body.
You had always kept a tight reign on yourself and Loki unraveled every ounce of self-control you ever had. The sounds that ripped from your throat could not have been you. The whimpers, the erotic moans, the ragged gasps.
Where was the Valkyrie? The strategist? The warrior?
At his touch, you melted under Loki’s command for the first time. How quickly the tables had turned the instant you fell in love.
These thoughts ran rampant in your head as you gathered your wits post-orgasm. Now feeling boneless, your knees dropped to the side and Loki freed himself.
You looked down and wanted to laugh. His hair was plastered to ruddy, sweaty cheeks. Dribbles of your juices were smeared all over his chin. His chest and neck flushed red with the exertion that was eating you out within an inch of your life.
He was a mess. And you made him that way.
“Come here.” Now it was your turn to command him. You swiped the juices off his face and smoothed his hair back with your fingers.
“Make love to me.” You locked eyes with him, letting him see your conviction. ”Be mine.”
Loki stared at you, robbed of words. He tugged himself free of his clothing and sat back on his heels. You couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was a soft, fleshy pink, engorged with veins protruding on the shaft. A small drop of liquid formed on the bulbous, angry looking head. And, unsurprisingly, it was sizable in length and girth.
It was the cock of a god—that you weren’t sure you could handle.
“I have been yours from the beginning.” Loki replied with awe in his voice. “But if I fuck you…if I take your virgin pussy tonight…”
“Loki!” Your eyebrows shot up as you exclaimed at how dirty his words were.
“You belong to me as well.” Loki’s voice grew serious. His green eyes darkened in desire and he crawled across your body until he caged you in his arms. You held your breath, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable underneath him.
Loki had never been intimidating to you. In fact, as children, you often bested him in both duels and in lessons. But now, your eyes were glued to the muscles of his chest, to the ripple of his abs. He drew back, kneeling on the bed with your hips between his knees. Your gaze viewed him completely differently now that you saw him as a man. As a lover.
For Loki, it was a sight he burned into his memory. Your flushed skin, the sharp rise and fall of your beautiful breasts betraying your desire for him. Eyes awash in lust and love that had once only regarded him with equal parts familial affection and sisterly impatience.
“I’m not letting you go.” Truer words had never been spoken from his lips. You belonged to him and him alone.
A shiver of excitement shuddered through your body. You knew you were growing wet just from his words. A flirtatious jest in the past, but now? His possessiveness made your body sing with want.
Your next words came easily. You had surrendered your control, your desire, the whole of your being to Loki the moment you found yourself in his bedroom and confessed “I want you.”
“Do it.” You challenged him with a sinful smile. “Fuck me, Loki.”
Loki released a growl from clenched teeth and threw himself on you. A sharp grip enclosed on your jaw, fingers dangerously close to your throat as he kissed you like a man possessed.
“Mmm, more! L-Loki!” You managed to cry out between breaths.
Loki could sense your need because he pulled that bothersome green dress over your head and continued to kiss you all over your hot, tortured skin.
”Did you wear my favorite color on purpose, my love?” Loki teased you, sucking your earlobe into his mouth.
The sensation was ticklish, and made you squirm.
“Perhaps,” you giggled. You never giggled like this. Who was this woman who was so quickly undone by the touch of a man?
“You looked ravishing in it.” Loki whispered hotly into your ear. “I couldn’t stop staring at you all night.”
He kissed down your body once again, hands holding your wrists above your head so that you couldn’t escape his grip.
“It made my mind wander, my love.” Loki confessed to you now. “To a dark and hungry place. You don’t know how long you’ve tortured my mind,” another kiss, “and my heart.”
“How many times have you thought about…” a groan of pleasure broke through your lips, “a-about having me, Loki?” You strained out the question as your back arched from Loki’s teeth on your nipples.
Loki spread your thighs now, looking down at the glistening sheen of your core. You were more than prepared for him to enter. His mind seemed far away as he stared down at you.
“Beyond counting.” His answer came out in a whisper.
He couldn’t believe this was finally happening. All the years of watching, of longing for your glance. Searching for your attention, your affection. And you would give it to him, in your laughter at his sarcastic remarks, in the comfortable silence of reading side by side in the library. In your knowing eye contact across a crowded room, or a confident nod on the battlefield. He had your trust, he had your friendship, but now, at long last…
He had your love.
You mistook Loki’s hesitation for uncertainty on your part.
But you felt a certainty deep in your soul. You had never been more sure of your decision in your life. You and Loki—there could never have been any other.
This was right.
This was good.
This was love.
“You need not wait any longer, my love.” You spoke with a softness you have not been able to voice in years. Loki was bringing out sides of you that you didn’t know you had.
At your words, Loki pushed into you for the first time, his ears ringing with your endearment over and over.
My Love.
“Ah!” A gasp wrenched from your throat. The initial breach—painful and sharp— was immediately soothed with throbbing waves of pleasure. “L-Loki! It feels—!”
He thrust forward, harder, deeper into you. His hands pulled the back of your knees into himself so he could gain even more access to your wettened, clenching core.
My Love.
You could feel the stretch, the penetration. The sensation teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain unlike anything you had known before. Your body responded, molded to his size, as if it were made for sex. Made for his cock. Made for him.
My Love.
Loki’s arms wrapped around you now, and he pressed his chest to yours. His hips slammed down, pulling out only to push in once again. Ravenous. Hungry. Passionate. Your hands found his hair and held on, your bodies twisted and tangled like only lovers could.
A keening whine released from your lungs. It was overwhelming being fucked by Loki. It was so sinfully good and you didn’t know how much more you could take. And yet, at the same time, you felt utterly insatiable.
“Mmmh! S-so much! It’s so much!” You whimpered.
Sweat dripped down the side of his face from the exertion. On impulse, you licked it. Salty and tangy. A taste that belonged solely to your lover.
Loki whipped his head back to look at you in surprise. A smile lit up his whole face and he looked like the carefree boy from your youth.
And it made you fall for him all over again.
Somehow, in each other's arms, you could forget the pain, forget the sufferings the both of you had endured.
Tonight, with Loki’s body wrapped in yours, as close as any two people could be, you felt a serenity and a fullness that could only be found in a soulmate.
“Ah!” You squealed. “My love, slow down a moment.” You panted out after a particularly rough thrust.
You kissed his flushed face. “I want to savor this.”
Loki paused, his face scrunched up from passion, now relaxed into affection. You had a feeling he could keep going for hours without tiring. You, on the other hand, had already come once.
“Of course, my dear.”
He carefully eased out of you, and your core clamped down, unwilling to let go. The slow stretch and pull was an encaptivating sensation, well-lubricated by your juices.
“Ohhhh my gods!” You mewled, a high-pitched, desperate sound. Loki, for his part, gasped at the sudden pressure on his cock. Then he groaned as he felt you throb into another orgasm.
Twice. Now he had made you come twice. After the peak of your high passed, your core finally released him and Loki fell back heavily on the bed.
He stared at you with the most gobsmacked expression. “T-that was incredible.”
You slowly sat up, legs shaking, chest heaving. You reached for him and Loki scrambled to hold you. You rested your spinning head on his shoulder, trying to calm down.
“One more,” you murmured into his skin once you had recovered your senses. “I want one more.”
“Anything for you, my love.” Loki obeyed you without question, but this time, he let you set the pace.
Gingerly, now suddenly aware of how sore your pussy was becoming, you climbed into his lap and held his cock in your right hand. The weight surprised you, and you squeezed it gently, feeling how firm he still was.
“C-careful my darling!” Loki gasped out. “I don’t want to come before you do.”
“Is that so?” You teased, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. Loki recognized that look. It was the look you had right before you bested him. Right before you knew victory was imminent.
Before he could react, you brought your lips down to his cock and sucked him in fervently.
“Oh hells!” Loki growled. He almost crushed your head in his hands, and you couldn’t tell if he was trying to pull you off, or push you down further.
Regardless, you pulled his cock in as deep as it could go. Your tongue wrapped around the shaft, sliding and slipping along his generous length. Somehow the taste of him made you hungrier for more.
You slowly released him and kissed all around his member. You gave particular attention to the head, running your tongue along its smooth, sensitive surface. His cock started to tremble, and you could tell Loki was almost at his limit.
“P-please my dear!” Loki’s voice broke out in a hoarse gasp. “P-please—I want to come inside you, for our first time.”
The god of mischief had resorted to begging. Another thrill of power licked through you.
A woman's lips on his cock — a noteworthy weak point that you will definitely use against him later.
“Alright, alright.” You acquiesced with another cheeky kiss to his cock. “Come inside me.”
With shaky hands, Loki guided you on top of his lap, his knees fallen to the wayside to make space for your curvaceous bottom. He firmly grasped his cock to let you slowly sink down.
Your core split and stretched for him once more, and you couldn’t help but cry out again. You knew you would never tire of the pleasure that was Loki’s cock fucking your pussy wide open.
“L-Loki!” You whined, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to control the descent and being pushed into so deeply.
“I know my love,” Loki comforted you, “you can do this. You can take me.”
With another moan, finally, you bottomed out and Loki kissed you soundly. You were so full, so utterly complete with him inside you.
“You did so good,” Loki breathed into your mouth. “So good for me.”
He continued to murmur sweet nothings as his lips pressed gentle kisses all over your face. You naturally began to roll your hips into his, and you could feel the press of his cock inside your core with every motion.
“You feel so—!”
“Incredible.” Loki finished for you in a low voice. “You’re incredible.”
Loki pressed his face into your bosom as you continued to undulate in his lap in a sensual slow dance chasing your pleasure. Each rock of your pelvis was enough to make Loki—and yourself—vocalize just how good you felt around his cock.
“Mmm!” Loki groaned into your chest for the umpteenth time. “Can you take more, my love?”
At this point, your own movements were not hitting how you wanted it to. You could feel the build up to your third orgasm was coming, but you couldn’t quite get the sweet spot you were itching for.
“Y-yes!” You mewled greedily. “More—I want more!”
With your consent, Loki grabbed his arm behind your back, locking you into himself. The air was squeezed out of your lungs from the strength of his grasp.
Then he slammed his hips up.
Fast.
Hard.
And without stopping.
“L-Loki! Oh my gods!” You screamed out. The pace was unlike anything Loki had done earlier in the night. This was what it was like to have sex with a god. And you knew Loki wouldn’t rest until he made you both cum.
He bounced you on his cock incessantly as if you were weightless. Your core, a flood of wetness you didn’t know your body was capable of. The smell of sweat, sex, and the intermingling of your scents filled the air.
Cries of lust, of pleasure, of unfettered desire echoed off the high-ceilings of his bedchamber.
“My love!” You gasped, your voice broken into pieces. “I can’t anymore!”
“Yes, you can!” Loki gritted out, “Take it! Take all of me!”
All at once, the world spun to a stop and you fixed your gaze on the emerald eyes of your lover, ablaze with arousal.
You loved him.
You wanted him.
So much that your body ached, trembled, practically vibrated for him.
At once, an electric current sparked through your every nerve and the orgasm hit you like lightening.
A pleasure so strong, it robbed your lungs of air, your eyes of sight, your ears of sound.
But you could feel.
You felt the hot, slickness of his cock eject into your core. The throb of his member as he thrust into you one more time.
You felt his body shaking from the power of his own orgasm, his arms rubbing soothingly up and down your back.
Eventually, you slumped down into him, and you registered his gentle encouragements in your ear.
“You did so good for me. You were amazing, my love.” Loki murmured into your hair, holding you with a softness you knew he only showed to you and no other.
The two of you fell into familiar stillness. You, soothed into slumber from the rise and fall of his breath and the relaxation that only comes from orgasmic bliss.
Loki, on the other hand, stared out into the stars outside his window, wondering if tonight was truly real, or just a dream.
Did you really profess your love to him? Did he really spend the night making love to you? And you not only let him, but you wanted it?
You wanted him?
He must have spoken that last bit aloud because he heard a sleepy whisper from you.
“I want you, my love.” You sighed into his chest as you fell asleep. “Always.”
“Always.” He echoed in awe.
As he closed his eyes to let sleep take over, Loki knew he would never tire of hearing you call him “my love” for the rest of his days.
