Summary: When a God decides to chase you, what do you do? You’re Tony Stark’s employee, living in the famed Stark Tower. One day, you get cornered by the notorious God of Mischief and have a very revealing experience about your own kinks. Hence begins your clandestine dance with Loki, who is all too keen to claim you as his and show you all the forbidden pleasures he has to offer.
However, your kinky dance with him is not the only concern you have. Something murky is brewing within SHIELD, and Tony Stark specifically wants you to find the root of it. What can a mere human do when caught between superheroes, gods and a deviant government? You’re about to find out.
[WARNING: This work contains NSFW explicit and taboo sexual themes like noncon/dubcon, BDSM, spanking, etc. It is strictly 18+. Reader discretion is advised. Consume your media wisely.]
Pairing: Loki/Reader (F)
In the morning, you woke up to find Loki wide awake and staring at you, a neutral expression on his face. You were both on your sides, facing each other, and his arm was holding you down in that position (as if he expected you to bolt).
Uh oh…
“Good morning?” Damn, why did you make it sound like a question.
He pursed his lips. “You’re a wily little creature, aren’t you?”
Summary: Loki mistakes your nervousness around him for hatred, will Loki find out the reason behind apprehension, or how you really feel about him?
Rating: 17+ slight angst
Warnings: Mention of alcohol
Word Count: 1.4k
a/n: Apologies for going MIA, I got sick AGAIN but it was even worse the 2nd time around, feeling much better, hope y'all enjoy some Loki fluff
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"I'm just putting in my earrings; I'll be right there!" you answer back, getting one last look in; your hair is pinned back with two strands framing the side of your face perfectly, the back flowing down a bit past your shoulder blades, with rhinestones weaved into the strands for that ethereal look, you're wearing an elegant a-line silhouette sage green dress with pink and green flowers embroidered through the expanse of the dress, it hangs off the shoulders with corset detailing in the torso, the sweetheart neckline showing off your collar bones beautifully, the puffy sleeves hiding your delicate arms, tea length, displaying your beige block heels perfectly, every detail of your outfit is elevating an overall polished chic aura you could feel radiating off you from miles away.
"You look perfect. Don't worry, let's move," Wanda calls out, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the elevator, "Isn't it kind of expected to be late to your own party?" you retorted, crossing your arms defiantly.
"Yes, but over an hour late is just rude. Didn't I raise you better?" Wanda responded calmly, fixing her hair in the elevator's mirrored wall, "Yeah, I know, I know," you replied, running your hands over the dress, smoothing out any wrinkles; you've been to tons of parties; that's not what's making you anxious, Thor promised you he'd bring Loki, or at least attempt to, just the thought of the tall, mysterious man makes your palms sweat, working as a biochemist under Bruce's watch was amazing, working with the brightest minds, on the edge of multiple scientific discoveries but for you what made it all worth it was the people you got to meet, you've met some of the world's bravest people, some avengers some not, after getting to know them, they're just like everyone else, they have their ups and downs, close friends, family, but one avenger captured your attention as soon as he walked into the room, it was hard to miss the standard Loki holds himself to, always remaining composed under stress, but he's charm, that's what's really got you in his grasps, he'd win over anyone with ease.
"We're here," Wanda said excitedly, patting your shoulder assuringly, "He'll be here, don't worry," you press your lips together into a thin line and step off the elevator; you suddenly feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders.
"Hello, Lady Y/N," Thor slurs out, giving you a tight hug; you laugh; he's a couple of drinks in; you look around the room, but Thor cuts you off. "He's not here yet," he says sullenly, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze; "Come, Lady Natasha has been looking for you," he grabs your hand and pulls.
"You're here!" Natasha excitedly squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around you, "So, where is the lucky fellow?" she teases, gently nudging you with her elbow; she was the first person you told about your feelings for Loki, but she already knew before you even said anything, according to her you can't hide your emotions well, seems like everyone knows how you feel about Loki except for himself, you still don't know if it's for the better or not.
"He's not here yet," you say sadly, but quickly smile; it is your birthday after all; you're not going to let one person determine if you have a good time or not; with your mood having shifted, you motion the bartender over, "three vodka shots please," you asked politely, you've decided, Loki or not, it's going to be a good night.
You walk out of the bathroom, water bottle in hand, open it, and gulp it down, "Not drinking on your big day?" you hear that delectable English accent, and you already know who it is before you've even turned around.
"No, just taking a break," you laugh nervously, shifting your weight. Loki steps closer slowly; you watch him carefully with doe eyes; he grabs your wrist, gasping at the contact, he pulls you into a warm hug; you sigh contentedly and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent, a delicious musk, Loki pulls away after what feels like only a second. Loki glides his hand down your arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps; he captures your hand and lightly kisses it. "Happy Birthday, Lady Y/N," he says smoothly; you giggle giddily, your cheeks heating up quickly.
"Thank you," you say shyly, gently pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks, "have you been here long?" you ask, tucking the pieces of hair behind your ear, "No, I just got here,” he says coolly, still holding your hand, he gently runs his thumb across your knuckles, you’re trying your best to remain composed, but every fiber of your being is firing off right now.
“Are you alright, dear?” He brings his hand to your hot cheeks. “Y/N, you’re burning up; let’s step outside for a minute,” not waiting for your response, he whisked you away, not that you’d be able to respond; you were still processing how perfectly his hand fit in yours, to your relief you feel the cool air hit your warm face, you breathe a sigh of relief, you didn’t realize how much you needed this, Loki leads you away from the music and chattering, to a calm and quiet place, with a view of the city.
“This is much better,” he uttered; he turned to you, taking in your dress, how perfectly it fits you, the sage green complimenting your complexion magnificently, “you look beautiful,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it, your heart skips a beat, this unfathomably gorgeous soul called you beautiful.
“Th-thank you,” you respond, eyes looking at the floor; you know if you meet his eyes, you may explode, “you know this has to be the longest conversation we’ve had; you always seem in a hurry to get away from me,” he admits, laughing nervously, playing with his fingers “did I do something wrong?” He asks, his hurt eyes searching yours for answers; you hadn’t even thought about how your behavior has been affecting him; you’ve been so worried he’d find out your feelings that you’ve cut every conversation short, kept your answer one-worded, all to protect yourself, to protect the scared little girl who’s afraid of rejection. Most of all, to protect your heart from the inevitable disappointment, your heart breaks a little; you had no intention to hurt Loki, to make him think you don’t like him, or worse, hate him.
“No, you didn’t do anything I-“You stop yourself before you can say it; you don’t know if you can go past this point.
“Then what is it? I keep racking my brain, wondering if I’ve done something to upset you or make you hate me, but nothing, please, just tell me why,” he said sorrowfully, inching closer to you.
“Loki, I don’t hate you, I just-“ you uttered, “I just don’t know how to act around you; you are so kind and compassionate, and I just didn’t want you to find out how I feel about you,” you babbled out, “ and I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I couldn’t live with myself if you thought I hated you, and I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, I just needed to tell you because I-“ Loki cuts you off with a tender kiss, his hands caressing either side of your face, you melt into his touch, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hands in his hair, playing with the long silk strands, you don’t want this moment to end, he sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, you pull away to breathe, Loki rests his head against yours, and you both stay there, listening to each others breathing, playing with each other's fingers.
“I could never hate you, Loki,” you confess; Loki chuckles lightly, interlocking your hands together, “you know I always wondered why you always seemed so nervous around me,” he smirks playfully, “shut up, I wasn’t that nervous,” you laughed, playfully smacking his arm, “no? I seem to recall you tripping over yourself in your hurry to get away from me," Loki snickered; you doubled forward in a fit of laughter.
"Okay, maybe I was a little bit nervous," you smiled broadly, "Maybe just a little," Loki teased, pulling you in front of him and hugging you from behind; you sighed and leaned against him, both of you swaying in the cool breeze, relishing in the feeling of bliss that buzzes throughout yours and Loki's body, it's been a pretty good birthday party.
Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: This chapter will have dubcon/light noncon - please don't read if you are uncomfortable with this. Specifically, Loki has sex with the reader while she is asleep.
Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, more tags to be added
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While you were asleep, you had a pleasant dream. You dreamt of cool, caressing hands on you, a man sliding up to you and spooning you; his chest on your back, his hips lined up to your behind.
You shivered a bit. His skin felt like he had been outside in winter without a jacket, but you allowed him to go on because he knew just where to touch you. His hands traveled underneath your shirt, gliding fingers up your stomach and then to your breasts. He captured them in his hands, kneading them with his cold digits. The added sensation of the low temperature when he pinched your nipples made you gasp, simultaneously wanting to flinch from the cold but pressing into him even more.
One of the hands moved to your thighs, causing another shiver. Then the man’s hands slid upward, stroking you through your underwear. After a few, deliberate strokes he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and began to tug them down your legs. When those were disposed of, his fingers came back and coated themselves in your wetness. You shivered and bucked at the very sensitive contact in your private areas. It was cold down there, ice cold; nowhere so sensitive should be exposed to such low temperatures like these, and yet it felt so good.
He thumbed at your clit lazily, lining up his cold, hard cock with your vulva. It wasn’t as cold as his fingers, surprisingly. But what did surprise you was how big he was. He rubbed himself between your legs, then he grunted, and suddenly entered you with one swift motion. You moaned in shock at the motion, at how big he was, and the frigid feeling inside of you. It instantly made you clench around him, eliciting a guttural groan from your silent lover and he began to move desperately inside you. He moved his hands: one held your hips in place, fingernails lightly digging into your skin; the other snaked underneath your torso to grasp your breasts.
With every thrust the man grunted, like he was angry, or maybe trying to concentrate – but why? Sometimes he would dig his nails into your hips more before instantly correcting his grip to lighten again. It’s like he was holding back, trying to maintain control. The only thing he didn’t have as much control over was himself inside you. He didn’t start slowly; when he entered you he almost immediately began to pump quickly. But that was okay, you loved it, you loved how cold and big he was inside you. The shivers weren’t just chills anymore. And thankfully, despite his cold skin, the movement of sex helped to keep you from freezing over.
You also loved how vocal he was. He grunted and sighed as he took your pleasure, gripping and ungripping your hips in this dance between feral and controlled. Why did he hold back? Couldn’t he tell how much you were loving this? You wanted him to be a wild animal inside of you, to come and claim you while you’re asleep.
Asleep.
You’re asleep.
This dream seems awfully real.
You slowly opened your eyes to the darkness of the night.
A grunt behind you, cold fingernails on your hips. You were being moved. You were being fucked.
Out of surprise, you sat up, propping yourself up with your arm.
“Loki?! Is that you?!”
Instantly, he retracted himself from you. His fingers, his cock. He scrambled quickly off the bed and to his feet.
His voice spoke through the dark. “I have no excuse, I have no idea what came over me. It wasn’t right… I shouldn’t be…”
You pulled the chain on the nightstand lamp. Warm, yellow light filled the room and you turned to see Loki standing next to your bed. He was still blue and completely erect. His cock was a slightly darker blue than the rest of him, and the head a deep purple. Something inside you stirred.
Also, a new development since you last saw him a few hours ago. He had horns. Not his golden helmet horns but actual horns growing from his head. They were about six inches long, ridged, and twisted at the ends.
“Loki, what’s going on?”
“It’s becoming worse. My head burst into incredible pains, and when I went to look at myself in the mirror I saw these,” he said, pointing to the horns. “That was two hours ago, and since my libido has increased dramatically. Then I remembered your proposition… I came here to ask, but you were asleep.”
He was even worse than before. He seemed worried and nervous, but also his brow was furrowed in anger.
“I tried to leave. I tried to turn around and just ask you in the morning, but your skin looked so soft – and whatever hair products you use, I could smell them. My senses are on overdrive. I completely lost control of myself.”
“Loki –”
“I am a monster…” he said, looking at his hands in disgust.
“Loki, hey –”
“Odin was right.”
“Loki! I’m talking to you!” you shouted.
He looked up instantly, dropping his hands and shutting his mouth.
“I’m not mad at you, okay?” you continued. “Pretty shocked and surprised, but you’re obviously not doing okay right now. You’re not thinking straight, you’re angry and irritable, I’d say you’re the equivalent to an animal in heat. Sorry, I don’t mean to compare you to an animal by the way. My point is, I forgive you.”
“Why?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Like I said, you’re not yourself right now. I’ve never seen you like this. And obviously I don’t really know you, but this is not you. Besides… I offered.”
He nodded. His shoulders untensed and his expression relaxed slightly.
“I think I should go back to Asgard. I need a healer. I need help, dignity or no.”
“Why?” You said.
“Because what if I hurt someone? I took advantage of you.”
“Hey, listen to me. You said that the only cure for this is to have sex, right?”
“Yes.”
“How is an Asgardian healer going to help you other than stripping naked? You’re obviously going crazy. You need intercourse. My proposition still stands, Loki. You can have sex with me.”
“No, out of the question,” he said angrily.
“What do you mean out of the question? Five minutes ago you were just fucking me in my sleep.”
He curled his fingers into fists. “Fair point. But I am warning you of the dangers.”
“I know about the dangers, you’ve told me like six times. How many times do I have to tell you? I want you to fuck me!”
Loki whipped his head back, blinking. “What do you mean you want me to..?”
The blushing came back again. Was he not as smart as you thought, or was he just really stupid in this state? He was thinking with his other head, after all.
“You think you’re a monster, or that’s what Asgard led you to believe about the Jotuns. But believe me when I say you look like a sexy demon man from any Earth woman’s fantasies.”
You cringed a bit when you said it, but it was true.
The god was still processing the turn in the conversation. “You… are attracted to this form?”
“That, and also just the animalistic nature of you. I’m sorry you’re suffering and you’re confused and angry, but all of it is immensely attractive. I’ll even admit, I liked when you were inside me while I was asleep.”
Loki was completely stunned. He searched your face, perhaps for a hint of facetiousness or deception. After a moment, he spoke again.
“I don’t understand, but I am tired of feeling like this, and if you’re offering.”
I literally offered like ten times, you thought, but refrained saying it aloud.
“...then brace yourself,” Loki continued, and his tone, and the air around him grew very dark.
Something within you tingled; anticipation, fear, both?
Then Loki swooped in upon you, grasping your wrists and pinning you on the bed. As you spoke before he had grown softer, but in the instant he took your consent to use you as he pleased his cock grew fully erect again.
“Move your legs,” he demanded.
You shuddered, his red eyes boring into yours as he demanded your womanhood of you. You parted your legs for him.
“Are you still wet?” Loki asked.
“Y – yes.”
“Good.”
With that, he thrusted his cock into you, sheathing himself in one push. All the while still holding your wrists above your head to the mattress.
You shrieked, both out of shock of his girth and the coldness of it, and out of excitement. Loki’s eyelids fluttered close as you adjusted to him and moved quickly, pounding at you right away.
“I’ve been craving a woman to bed for days. Nay, nearly two weeks. And it has been maddening.”
He spoke like a crazed man, one who had been denied something that belonged to him. And underneath him, bound to your bed with his cock between your legs, you were completely at his mercy. As he moved atop you, his cock stretched you, filling you to your brim. After his declaration, he said little in the way of words – the only sounds coming from his lips were grunts and groans like an animal in heat.
Before, when he was inside of you while asleep, he held back, trying not to dig his claws into you. He relinquished much of this control now. His grip upon your wrists were like iron shackles and he moved inside you hurriedly and desperately. You had little in the way of movement, the only thing you could do was arch your back into him as he sent waves of pleasure through you.
This was so much better than a dream.
You barely knew this man, speaking usually just a few sentences to him in the six months that you knew him. He was an asshole; rude, had a skyscraper tall superiority complex, a smartass. Apart from the charming accent and the cheekbones there wasn’t much you liked about him because he gave no reason for you to. So, how in the world did you get tangled up with him so quickly with this Jotun mess that he was bedding you? Obviously your judgment right now could use a bit of work, but that was a problem for later. Currently, the only thing you were worried about was being too loud for fear of waking the Avengers. There definitely had to be some kind of rule you were breaking regarding having sexual relations with the guy who tried to conquer the Earth.
Then you remembered. Wait, the Avengers aren’t here right now. They were on a mission, somewhere miles and miles away.
Loki then moved to hold both of your wrists underneath one hand and moved his other one to touch your clit. Then he thrust into you, hard.
You saw stars, and screamed underneath his touch. Your legs quivered underneath him as he delivered your pleasure.
“You like that, hmm?” He asked as he impaled you with his cock, rubbing your clit in circles just the way you like it. “Good, my little whore. Scream as I fuck you.”
After he said so, you opened your eyes to see his bright scarlet ones glowing through the dim light in the room. They were a flame in the night, igniting your own flame within. And atop his head the warm light of the lamp lit up his blue, twisting horns. You recalled the first time you saw him like this; with the horns now, he really was a devil. Or, more aptly, an incubus in the way he managed to bewitch you.
You wrapped your legs around him, hooking your ankles together to allow him a deeper angle. He groaned approvingly as he pushed himself in even more. Wet noises and moans of pure pleasure filled the room as Loki, the god who tried to enslave your planet, claimed your pussy for his own. So much better than a dream.
He drove even faster into you, removing his hands from your wrist and clit to either side of your head as he submitted to his own pleasure, focusing purely on the release he denied himself for days. His grunts filled your ears and his hips aggressively undulated into you. You began to see stars again, you growing wetter and wetter as you allowed him to take all of you. Underneath the blue god of mischief, you moaned his name as he fucked you again and again. He seemed to relish in that, a slight smile upon his face as you called the name of your god. Then, finally he snapped his hips into you, shouting into the darkness the declaration of his climax. Cool ropes of cum filled you, and with his final thrusts, you were lost too. Your walls clenched around Loki’s thick, cool cock and you screamed, reaching the peak of your orgasm with him. Waves upon waves of pleasure flooded from your cunt through your body.
When you came down from your highs both of you breathed hard. In fact, it was so good and tiring that there was a moment you thought you could have passed out. Loki’s full weight was on top of your chest, his cock expelling the last of his seed as he recuperated from the act. His breaths were cold on your face.
When he regained his strength, he pulled out from you and rolled over next to you on the bed.
“You have no idea how much I needed that. I feared I was losing my mind.”
“No – no problem,” you responded, still catching your breath and coming back down to Earth.
“I’m hoping after this that this foolishness is all over now,” he gestured to his horns as he said it. “The texts said these periods of heat come and go quickly.”
“Hopefully, yeah,” you agreed.
He magicked himself some clothes back on. “Anyway, it’s late and we both need sleep. Good night.”
“Good night,” you said.
You watched him as he left the guest room, closing the door behind him. His footsteps retreated back down the hall toward his own room.
You pulled the covers over your body. Not a minute passed and you were fast asleep.
Alright, here we go. I made a part 2. Honestly, this didn't end up going where I thought it would, but I'm not mad about it.
Let me know if you guys would be interested in part 3. I'm not sure where I'd go from here, so drop some ideas too. Lol.
Part 1 Part 3
Agent Hill doesn’t take long to find me on the street. I have no doubt there’s some sort of tracking device on me. Shield provided everything I’m wearing, so it only seems natural. She gives me a disapproving look before cuffing my hands in front of me and leading me back to the jet. I smile the whole way there, not bothered that my actions could label me a traitor. I take my seat in the jet, leaning my head back against the wall, and close my eyes as I replay the last few hours in my head. It’s not until I hear the cocky tone of Tony Starks voice that I open them again. Scanning the group, I almost snort as my eyes land on a detained Loki, and a wide grin spreads across my face.
“Well, well, well. You know, if you wanted to see me again, all you had to do was ask. There was no reason to go and get yourself arrested.”
He scoffs at me, sending a sharp glare, but there’s amusement in his tone as he sits beside me.
“Silence yourself, pet.”
I snicker, crossing my legs, and purse my lips in a small smile.
“Yes sir.”
The rest of the so-called Avengers load onto the bus, Natasha taking the driver's seat as the others linger nearby, keeping an eye on the two of us. The first thirty minutes of the flight go by quickly. Stark and Rogers continue to send glances our way, muttering amongst themselves. I’m sure they’re gossiping, but I’m more focused on the god sitting next to me than them. He seems lost in thought, and I reach out with my mind, poking at his to see if he’ll let me in. He sends a glance my way, a small, almost unnoticeable quirk on his lips, before he pushes me out. I pout softly, huffing as I scrunch my nose. My tantrum is short-lived. In the next moment, a bolt of lightning shoots across the sky, making me jump. I quickly turn to Loki, sharing a look with him before I bubble out a laugh.
“Oh, absolutely not. I’m moving to the other side of the jet. Good luck with that.”
He scowls at me, trying to grab onto my clothes to keep me from leaving, but misses me as I dart my way across the aisle. Stark and Rogers turn their attention to us, and the captain stares at my patron closely.
“What’s the matter? Scared of a little lightning.”
I almost cackle loudly, grinning at the god as he shifts uncomfortably; the two of us already know what’s coming.
“I’m not overly fond of what follows.”
I hum in amusement, shaking my head and wrapping my arms around the seat harness.
“You boys may want to hold on.”
The jet shakes violently as something lands on top of it. Stark puts on his mask, moving to the hatch, and opening it. The wind whips through the jet, and It only takes a second before a blonde man falls onto the opened door. The next moments are a blur. Before I know it, Loki is being ripped from his seat and practically thrown from the jet. Stark steps up to the door, Rogers not far behind him.
“Stark, we need a plan of attack!”
The man hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the captain.
“I have a plan. Attack.”
I blink as he flies off, disbelief on my face.
“Well, he really is a great team player, isn’t he.”
Rogers sighs heavily, glancing in my direction before pulling on a parachute. Natasha looks back at him from her seat, getting ready to turn the jet around to land.
“I’d sit this one out, cap. These guys come from legend. They’re basically gods.”
Steve grabs his shield, turning to walk towards the open hatch.
“There’s only one god, ma’am. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.”
He doesn’t hesitate, jumping from the jet in the next second. I frown, annoyed at how he practically discounted my religion and many others.
“That’s rude. I hope his chute messes up, and he hits a few trees on the way down.”
I hear Natasha chuckle from the front, and my ego gets a little boost from making her laugh.
It takes around thirty minutes for the three men to come crawling back with Loki in tow. They all look a little worse for wear, but I chuckle at Loki’s appearance. His clothes and hair are disheveled, with sticks and leaves sticking to him.
“Welcome back, dear. Did you enjoy your camping trip? I hope you had a nice boy's night out.”
He glares at me, huffing as he sits beside me again.
“Enough of your taunting, pet.”
I hum in amusement but say nothing else, instead using the rest of the trip to pick the bits and pieces from his hair and clothes. Thor gives me a confused look, not expecting his brother to let anyone so close to him, especially a mortal.
“Brother, who is this?”
Loki rolls his eyes, pursing his lips as he pushes my hands away.
“An annoying pest who doesn’t know the meaning of personal space.”
I fake gasp, holding my hand to my heart.
“I’m wounded! And here I was, thinking I’m your favorite devotee. How silly of me.”
The god of mischief hums in agreement, but I feel a reassuring presence in my mind. He’s purposefully being cold to me, not wanting to give the heroes any ammunition to use against him. Thor seems content with the answer and turns his attention elsewhere.
My head falls back to lean over the chair I’m sitting in, boredom filling my mind. The moment we stepped off the ship, Loki and I were separated. He was escorted to some fancy prison cell while I was to attend the debriefing with the rest of the heroes. Fury was growing increasingly frustrated with me, wanting to know precisely everything that was said after my comm was destroyed. I groan loudly as he presses me for the millionth time.
“I already told you everything that happened!”
Fury clenches his fists, grinding his teeth as he takes a breath.
“We know there's more to it. We have the security footage. Hill, pull it up on the monitor.”
The agent does as she’s told, the moment playing for everyone to see. I see Loki’s scowling face… then a soft look… followed by amusement. I watch as he breaks my comm… and when the two of us move to the dance floor. At this moment, the silence in the room is broken; Thor almost runs up to me with a firm look. He grabs my shoulders, staring at me intently.
“How do you know this dance? Tell me! Did Loki teach it to you?”
I purse my lips, swallowing hard. Of course, he would be the one to recognize it. He’s the only one in the room that would.
“He did. He taught it to me a few years ago now.”
The confession only seems to spur him on, tightening his hold on me.
“Are you aware of the significance of it? Do you understand what it means?”
I wince and can only nod my head in response. Rogers moves quickly, pulling the god away from me.
“what‘s going on? Why is the dance important?”
Thor turns his attention to me, his look urging me to answer the question, and I sigh.
“It’s an Asgardian dance. It tells the story of two people forbidden from being together. That’s why there's never any touching. It signifies the distance between them.”
Thor narrows his eyes, clenching his fists.
“On Asgard, It’s almost only performed between two lovers as a sign of their devotion to one another. Loki would never have taught you the dance if he saw you as a devotee.”
I purse my lip, shifting uncomfortably under the heavy gaze of everyone in the room.
“That is… correct.”
Thor steps closer, looming over me with a dark expression, intent on finding the truth.
“Tell me. What exactly are you to my brother?”
I stare back at him, not flinching despite his attempts at intimidation.
You had just come back from a major competition in gymnastics, when your friend Wanda invited you to a party at the Stark Tower. It would be your first time getting introduced to the Avengers. You looked forward to it, but at the same time you felt a bit nervous about it. There was someone you would really like to meet, that you were hoping to see, but you didn’t dare ask Wanda if you could expect to see him there. He wasn’t really part of the team, at least not officially. He was Thor’s brother, and he had once tried to rule humankind, demanding that everyone should kneel before him. He was unreliable and responsible for a lot of deaths, yet you felt yourself drawn to him. There was something about him that had caught your interest, and no matter how much you tried to deny it to yourself, you found that you had a soft spot in your heart for him. Loki. The trickster, the God of mischief.
Not long after you arrived at the party, you were introduced to the Avengers themselves and were told they had all watched your gymnastics contest on the TV, on Wanda’s initiative, of course. They were all really nice to you and congratulated you for your victory. You felt proud of yourself, because you had truly worked hard for it.
You didn’t see Loki at the party, and you didn’t dare to ask anyone if he was there. An hour passed, and you still hadn’t seen him anywhere. You went out on the balcony to get some fresh air, and there he was. All alone, staring at the city landscape.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was out here,” you excused yourself, blushing slightly as he turned to look at you. A cunning smile spread on his lips as he indiscreetly checked you out with his green eyes.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind the company,” he replied and you closed the door behind you and walked up to stand beside him.
“It’s a beautiful view up here,” you commented.
“And it just got better,” Loki said with a smirk. “I’m Loki, by the way,” he introduced himself. “And you’re [your first and last name]. I saw you on TV. They were all cheering for you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Loki,” you said and shook his hand. “I’m sorry Wanda made you all look at the competition. It’s not that much fun if you’re not into gymnastics.”
“I didn’t mind,” Loki assured you. “I especially liked that thing you did at the bars. I wasn’t aware that humans could be quite so… agile.”
“Thank you,” you said and felt your cheeks grow warm. You felt a bit chilly and shivered slightly.
“Here,” Loki said, putting his jacket over your shoulders before you could object.
“But what about you? Won’t you get cold then?” you objected and looked at him. He smiled in response, shaking his head at you.
“Let me show you something,” he said and the colour of his skin turned blue. You looked at him in wonder and reached out to touch his soft skin.
“This is… beautiful,” you told him in a whisper and stroked his cheek gently.
“I’m a frost giant,” Loki told you and you smiled.
“So is this your true form?” you asked with interest.
“I suppose,” Loki replied with a smile and gently took your hand in his and kissed it softly. You were smitten to say the least.
“You’re beautiful,” you said with awe. His irises had turned red and his unique beauty was truly out of this world. “I…” you said, placing a hand on each of his cheeks and took a step closer towards him. “I have never kissed a frost giant,” you told him and leaned in until your lips came in contact with his. He pulled you closer and eagerly deepened the kiss. You felt pure bliss and couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the evening than being there with him.
The balcony door suddenly opened and the two of you both took a step back, away from each other. Loki’s skin tone turned back to the light one you were used to seeing him in within seconds. You felt a bit saddened by that, because it seemed like Loki was somehow ashamed of showing his true form.
“So this is where you’re hiding,” Wanda said with a grin. “So you found your prince after all.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, feeling your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment.
“Nothing,” Wanda said and gave you a wink. She was a bit tipsy and was smiling widely at you and Loki. “Don’t let me interrupt whatever you two are doing out here,” she told you before heading back inside. “Let’s take another balcony, this one is taken,” you heard your friend say before the door shut behind her.
Loki smirked as you scratched the back of your neck nervously.
“Why did Wanda refer to me as your prince?” he asked amusedly.
“I have no idea,” you lied and his grin widened as he stepped closer to you.
“Surely you must have some idea,” he said playfully and you forced yourself to look up at him. His smile warmed your heart and made you decide that you might as well tell him the truth.
“I was hoping I would find you here tonight,” you admitted.
“You’re flattering me,” Loki told you with a self-confident grin. It made you happy to see him smile and you eagerly took a step closer towards him.
“Could you turn back into your true form?” you requested and he looked genuinely surprised.
“So it doesn’t freak you out?” he asked you.
“Did I seem freaked out by it?” you asked him with a smile. Loki turned back into his Jotun form and you admired his beautiful features. “Your beauty is otherworldly,” you told him and kissed the skin of his hand softly. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, Loki Laufeyson.”
Loki smiled at your words and brought you into another kiss, filled with passion and lust. There was nowhere else where you would rather be than right there with him.
warnings- mentions of knives, wounds, battle, etc.
You had been born with a rather useful and extraordinary gift. You could heal wounds with a simple touch and a bit of concentration. As soon as you were old enough and had mastered your skills with healing, you applied for a job in the castle. It meant you would be a healer to Odin's soldiers and even the Allfather or the princes themselves.
It was your first day on the job and you were already enjoying it. You'd helped several soldiers with their wounds along with a few ordinary citizens. Already it seemed like a very rewarding job.
"Lady Y/N," a deep voice said from behind you.
You turned around, smiling when you saw Thor. You'd met him several times during your visits to the castle. "Hello, Thor," you greeted with a smile. "How can I help you?"
"Actually, it's my brother who needs help," Thor replied, stepping aside to reveal his younger brother.
Loki was clutching his side, his shirt seemed to be soaked with blood. Thor reached out, offering to help him stand but Loki swatted him away. "I'm hurt, but not helpless," the god of mischief said. "I can stand on my own."
Thor sighed and took a step back away from his brother, shooting you a glance. "Loki was assisting me with the training of one of our new soldiers," he explained.
"That boy isn't fit to hold a weapon," Loki muttered under his breath. "But I'm fine. I don't need any healer." He tried to straighten himself and take a few steps, only to wince in pain and cover his wound with his hand again.
You guide him over to the table, instructing him to sit down, and he reluctantly followed your orders. You reached out with a careful hand, placing it on his side gently. Almost immediately, the pain Loki was in seemed to fade. He let out a small sigh of relief and in minutes the wound was gone without a trace other than a faint scar.
He looked at you, his blue eyes wide in surprise at your power. "Thank you, Lady Y/N," he said. He rose from the table, seeming pleased when there was no pain.
Chapter Summary: Loki and Callista have a coffee "date"...Callista brings Lane. Threats are made.
Excerpt:
As Loki saw her approaching, he stood up, smiling, preparing to pull out her chair. But then, right next to her, looking like she was ready to stab him...was Lane.
Oh for fuck’s sake, what is this?
“Hey Calli,” he said brightly as she got closer, though he still focused a nervous side-eye on the unwelcome tagalong. “You didn’t mention you’d be bringing a friend ...”
