Description: Domestic smuff. Loki and you find a rare moment to spare for each other in your busy lives.
Word count: 1400
Warnings: Smut. And fluff. (18+)
A/N: After the fall of the TVA a Variant of Loki managed to survive Thanos’ attack on the Statesman. After the events of Infinity war, he met you, and finally got his happily ever after. This is a story of that ever after.
You twirled the pencil lazily in your hand as you examined one of the papers you had sprawled over the kitchen table. Resting your head against your curled up knee, you were suddenly drawn into reality by the sound of the front door opening.
“Honey, I’m home!” Loki shouted from the door. You smiled, but held your focus on the paper, reading the last few sentences.
“I’m in the kitchen,” you let, turning the page over.
Loki entered the kitchen, throwing his briefcase on the chair next to you. He glanced at your heap of papers as he made his way over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. “What’s all this then?” he asked, annoyed. You knew the source to his annoyance immediately. Loki had instituted his rule of no work documents outside of the study for a reason - your inability to keep order paired with your sloppy nature was more than your immaculately organized husband could bear. So you had reached a compromise to limit said mess in one room of the house, enabling him to simply close the door when the disorganized chaos got on his nerves.
A rule, which you were blatantly breaking.
“I’m sorry, I needed a little more space and the desk in there is too little,” you said, hurriedly reading the text. Loki reached for a glass and poured himself juice.
“It’s not too little. It’s too messy,” he replied and took a sip of his drink. You extended your hand and he gave you the carton of orange juice. You proceeded to drink straight out of the carton. “Y/N!!! Please!” he exclaimed, already turned to the cabinet, reaching for a glass which he proceeded to set on your papers with a loud thunk.
You grew irked, but in truth you couldn’t blame him. You poured the juice, dropping some on the papers in the process and handed the carton back to him. He threw you a towel and set the juice back into the refrigerator.
“What are you doing home so early anyway? I thought you had a meeting today?” you asked and looked over at Loki, while taking a huge chugg of your orange juice.
“I did, but it got pushed to tomorrow. And Øyvind’s day care had a field day, so I’ll have to go pick him up separately later.”
“Hmm, okay,” you hummed, returning your attention to the papers. “What’s the time?”
“Quarter to,” Loki said and placed the now empty glass in the sink. You suddenly froze, taking in his words.
“Three?”
“Yes,” Loki answered, freezing in turn.
“So we have…” You glanced at each other, bells ringing in unison. Within seconds, you had jumped up from the chair, leaping to grab the egg timer. He started to undress himself, loosening his tie and taking off his jacket and shirt, setting them neatly on one of the chairs. He started towards the bedroom, but you shouted:
“It’s 14 minutes, we don’t have time for that!”
You hurriedly opened the top buttons on your blouse and kicked off your shoes, allowing you to slide down your stockings and knickers which you let fall on the floor. Hiking up your skirt, you plopped yourself on the kitchen counter, sending the tray of fruit falling onto the floor.
Loki grunted, taking to pick some of them up. “LEAVE IT!” you cried and gestured hurriedly for him to come to you. He set one of the apples on the counter, visibly annoyed, and dove into your embrace, kissing you hungrily and opening the rest of your buttons. He grabbed you by your ass and pulled you against his bulge, releasing a wanton moan from you. You grabbed at his muscular back, elating in the feel of his skin and he began to trace hungry kisses down your neck, as you closed your eyes and inhaled his intoxicating musk.
“Pants, pants,” you cried and with a whisk of seidr Loki made his pants disappear into his pocket dimension, freeing his erection to lie against your thighs. He moved to line it to your core, when you suddenly cried:
“Wait, wait!” you pushed him back, jumped down from the counter and proceeded to root around in the cupboard, finding what you were searching for behind the flours. Loki rolled his eyes as a pack of noodles flopped to the floor and you neglected to close the cupboard.
“You are KILLING me here,” he said, picking up the pack, throwing it into the cupboard and closing it, while you proceeded to squirt the lube onto your hand and very unceremoniously rubbed it between your legs. Squirting more lube on your hand, you reached for Loki’s cock and hurriedly splattered some around it with a few quick strokes. He sighed, but said nothing on the subject of this utterly unromantic way you plopped the goo on his member, as you jumped back onto the counter and motioned frantically for him to resume his place between your legs. With your assistance, he lined his length with your core and began to move rhythmically. Suddenly, he stopped, and looked at you in disgust.
“Did you just wipe the excess lube on my back?!”
“Relax, it’s lotion, it’s good for you,” you shrugged and he started to pound himself into you with extreme annoyance.
“Oh, Loki, that… wow,” you exclaimed.
“How much time have we got?” he grunted, taking his annoyance out on you with forceful thrusts that made your entire body quiver with unforeseen delight. You grabbed the egg timer and cried:
“Six minutes, hurry, hurry!”
Loki withdrew from you and grabbed you down from the counter, turning you around hurriedly. He grabbed your ass, pushed himself into you and started to thrust into you with a force that made you suddenly remember he was not just the suburban dad you had grown accustomed to, but a god in his own right. Right as you were so close to the gates of ecstasy, Loki grabbed your ponytail, drawing you to arch your back and with almost no effort lifted you with his other arm so his length could deliver the final killing blow into that sweet spot that made your entire body convulse forcefully. Your exhilaration resulted in an unobstructed wail escaping your throat as you writhed in his grip. Loki released his own pleasure and held onto you for dear life as his own explosion shook his body and the anger and annoyance he had held released along with his ejaculation.
He plopped you down, and rested his head against your back, exhausted. Both of you were still trying to catch your breaths, when the egg timer went off.
“Loki, quick, quick!” you whispered, starting to button your shirt and pulling down your skirt. You were frantically searching for your underwear as Loki sighed and clad you and himself with a whisk of his hand. You looked down on your clothed self and then back at him, smiling.
“Pays to have a god for a husband,” you said, hurriedly kissing his cheek. “In more ways than one,” you continued, smacking his backside in a playful manner. Loki smiled in spite of himself. As much as your complete disregard for details annoyed him, he had to admit you more than made up for it by instead going full on into the things that mattered. Loki grabbed you into his arms and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.
“You make my life,” he whispered.
“We’re home!”
At the sound of your first born, you glanced around the kitchen, making sure nothing was left to tattle on the events that took place moments before. You grabbed the lube from the counter and trying to figure out where to place it, you hurriedly hid it in Loki’s jacket pocket. With the lid open. Loki let out a cry of disgust at the gooey liquid staining his jacket pocket, right as your children entered the kitchen.
“HEYyyyyyy, hey! Geir, Frigga, how was school?”
“Fine,” Geir said, looking at the two of you warily. “Is something wrong?”
“No, why, why would anything be wrong?” you exclaimed, unconvincingly. You took to gathering up the papers from the table and Loki turned to wash his hands in disgust.
“Daddy, why do you have flour in your hair?” Frigga whispered meekly. Loki froze, trying to make up an excuse. You tried to hold back a snicker and instead decided to distract the children by saying:
“How about we have a special movie night and order in pizza for dinner?” Frigga was happy to abandon her question and proceeded to jump up and down from joy. Geir simply shrugged, too cool to show it.
“I’ll pick it up when I get Øyvind. But now, I’m going to jump in the shower,” Loki said, kissing your cheek. “Because you got me dirty, you little minx,” he whispered in your ear. You chuckled and drew a happy little breath.
