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Something to live for, someone to die for (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 13 [on-going]
Summary: Loki offers Birdy an outlet for her frustration.
NO use of Y/N, instead “you” and using a nickname
Warnings: violence, blood, torture, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added) Read at your own risk, eh?
AO3 • chapters
Chapter 13 - Get even
Jokes raced through your head.
A space cowboy with a blue tentacle moustache, a two-headed bird the size of a little child and a purple blob walk into a bar…
The conversation was boring. Just like the days before. Few words exchanged between the people around your table, not that they made any sense to you, even though you understood their languages. That’s why your mind swerved towards jokes.
The surrounding diversity made it difficult to concentrate anyway. There we so many beautiful beings, such interesting voices and smells. Not only from the foods being offered, but from the beings themselves. A gorgeous tall figure walked by you earlier, and it looked like they were sprouting translucent flowers from their skin. How could you not gape at everyone and everything?
But then Loki looked at you pointedly every so often and you were reminded of the dream. It was so weird, not that weird dreams were anything new to you. You used to share them with Peter or Natasha, even Captain overheard some, and while they listened and laughed appropriately, you always doubted yourself afterwards. Maybe some dreams weren’t meant to be shared. You wondered what their reaction would be to this one.
It did not really have to mean anything, you told yourself. You were in the company of a god, associated with snakes, who lived in a pretty garden. He kidnapped you, the old story. Nothing that surprising there.
But this dream had a weird shimmer… a sort of vibrancy your usual dreams, however realistic or unrealistic they were, did not have.
“Birdy, where do you go?” The space cowboy asked, your nickname sounded like a song from his mouth.
“Excuse me?” You smiled, caught unaware.
“She often floats away from the moment.” Loki said, as if he knew you. You exchanged a smile, like friends with a deep connection.
“Sorry, I was just reminiscing about old friends. This lovely meal reminded me of them.” You weren’t lying. Breakfasts at the Avengers’ table were often as boring and uninteresting as this one. Probably because most days all of you woke up at the crack of dawn, shaken awake by nightmares… and none of you had any reason to poke at each other's open wounds.
This was a waste of time. Waste of your life, sitting here unable to experience it all with people you cared for. Pretending to be happy, to be alive. You suspected you were here to get the artifact removed safely somehow.
Safely meaning you were going to die soon, so Loki could move on with his plan.
You weren’t feeling good today. Not good enough to pretend. Loki seemed to take it all much easier than you, had a lot of practice, no doubt.
“Ah, nothing better than to eat in a great company!” the cowboy responded, his words apparently ending the conversation once again as everyone resumed their silent consumption. You wanted to scream, to fight for your life, to run from the monster sitting beside you. He looked the most human, yet felt the most alien. There was definitely another joke hiding in that thought.
“Are you done, Birdie?” Loki asked after a moment. You only managed to smile and nod. “Very well.” You both rose up, said your farewells and left the dining hall.
“I’m not feeling well, Loki. Could I go back to our room?” You tried asking, but dared not look at him. Still, you could feel his look on you.
“No, you cannot. You have been totally unhelpful since we arrived.” He accused.
“Oh, sorry, should I guide your hand as you slice my throat any day now?” You really weren’t feeling like playing nice. Loki huffed and grabbed you by the shoulder. To anyone else it probably looked like he was helping his sick friend walk, to you, it felt like a bruise was already forming. You did not make a peep.
After a moment, you were shoved into an empty room, just a few tables and chairs. Probably a private space to discuss business.
“I did not want to physically harm you while we’re here.” He said through clenched teeth. “But you’re making it so, so hard.” His hand still on your shoulder, he shook you slightly, as if trying to get the energy out.
“Fuck you, Loki.” You spat.
“Fuck me?! You fucking little Midgardian!” He threw you into the closest table, you stopped yourself from face planting it.
“Yes, fuck you! What do you expect me to do? I thought we were here to do something about the artifact! I thought there was a chance for me to survive this all! But it’s been days and all we’ve done is parade around and eat. No one even approached us about buying anything! What the fuck are we doing here?” You were out of breath, tears forming, but you refused to let them fall.
“So you still have some fight in you.” The smug look on Loki’s face made you roll your eyes. “I was worried the month of solitude made you meek. Guess I was wrong.” Slowly, he made his way to you.
“So what? Suddenly too much of a gentleman to hurt someone who’s down?” You took a few steps back, circling the table, so it was between you two.
“Scared of me?” Loki laughed.
“Just looking for a chair I could throw into your stupid face.”
“Ah, now, now. Let’s not make a mess here, darling. I’m sure there is a fine for that or something.” Still, he slowly approached. You floated above the ground, checking it there was a safe place to fly to.
“I’d gladly pay someone to clean your blood from this floor.” You muttered. He raised an eyebrow, put out his hand and a knife materialized in his hand. The knife.
“Say hello to your old friend.” You subconsciously rubbed your palm, the raised skin still tender. Loki flipped the knife, the handle facing you. “Take it.” Now you were the one raising your eyebrows.
“Are you mental?” You deadpanned, his face was blank. “I’m not gonna take the bait.”
“Oh, come on. Let’s have some fun. I can see the frustration on your face.” He did it again. You could feel another presence behind you. One moment you were floating far from him, the next you were being held by a second Loki. His grip was warm, one arm around your torso, the other already held your wrists.
“I can’t believe you were an Avenger.” The Loki behind you whispered in your ear. Yeah, you were wondering the same. Guess Avenger luck only applied to the core group. The original Loki in front of you was now just a few steps from you, the knife still pointed towards him.
“Come on, take it. I’ll allow you one cut, so we’re even.”
“Even?” You laughed. “One cut won’t be enough for that!” You struggled against the copy, but he did not budge, only pulled you closer. The original seemed to enjoy it. Sick.
“Then it’s a start.” The Loki-copy released your right hand and guided it forward, keeping you pressed to him with his other hand. He turned your hand palm up and the Loki-original placed that cursed knife in your hand. You were afraid he was going to somehow make you hurt yourself. It would not be above him, but he stood still and so did the copy.
“Are you serious? Why would you allow this?”
“Birdie, I was gone for a month. We’ve been here four days. You’re about to blow this all up if you don’t let out some steam. I’d rather we keep up the charade and all leave in one piece.” He seemed almost sorry.
You were breathing heavy, your head was spinning. You leaned your head back against the copy. The original seemed to tense. You gripped the knife handle and closed your eyes. Would it be beneath you to actually cut him? To hurt him? A twisted side of you wanted to see him flinch from pain.
“I’d much rather punch you.”
“I’m sure you would.”
You opened your eyes, Loki was within reach. Where should you cut him. Stab him? Will he bleed? You swallowed hard, your heart was pounding.
“Tell me, what do you want?” Loki came even closer, the tip of the knife pressing into his clothes. “One wound.” A thought crossed your mind.
“Your hand.” You said, and he raised his left hand, palm up. He was expecting it. For you to drive the knife through his palm like he did to you. And you wanted to. You really wanted to, but something was stopping you.
You weren’t needlessly cruel like him. You did not want to be. But you also did not want to be in this situation. If all he wanted was one cut and then him and his copy would let you go… His palm was now pressed against the tip of the knife, all you had to do was push.
You looked into his eyes and dragged the knife across him palm instead. He did flinch, not from pain but from surprise. Your gaze flicked to his hand, bleeding a lovely red colour. The copy still held you.
“Better?” The copy whispered into your ear in a low voice. You breathed out as your hand trembled.
“A little.”
“Good.” The copy said as the original turned into mist in front of your eyes… You tensed and looked to the Loki who still had you pressed to him. “We should do this more often.” He smiled and let you go.
You stood there dumbfounded. When did he manage to switch? Was he the copy the whole time? Your brain seemed to malfunction. But of course. Of course, he would not let you hurt him. Not really. That fucking bastard and his games. You turned around and pushed the knife in his hand and then took off from the room.
Loki stood there, frozen, looking first after you as you left the room, then at the knife in his right hand and finally at the drop of blood slipping from his clenched fist to the clean floor.
Summary: You are of royal blood, having chosen to leave home and your sworn responsibilities for a much, simpler life. Hiding for years as one of Asgard’s servants, the second prince of Asgard has taken interest in you being his primary target for his mischief and chaos; However, his behavior seemed to take a drastic turn when he has found out about your true identity. Perhaps this could be his ticket for gaining a throne after all! He just needs to convince you to marry him and forgive his constant years of teasing and torment.
Rating: R (Dark Elements!)
Theme Song: ALWAYS BEEN YOU by Chris Grey
You fell straight into the water, Loki’s chest coming in contact with your cheek that made you thrash all the more.
You were completely soaked, weighed down by your drenched clothes and could feel Loki laughing below you were you shot up onto your knees to glare at him.
‘’What the Hel??”
‘’Careful darling, booze or not at least try to contain your tongue.’’ he smirked, hands on your waist while you found yourself having straddled him, watching how he leaned close with a predatory grin. ‘’Or perhaps put it to better use.’’
‘’Your highness- please no more of your tricks,’’ you reasoned, holding your glare but doing your best to properly communicate with him while you rose to stand.
Loki’s hands tightened and pushed your hips back down, keeping you sitting on him with enough force that had your hands shooting forward onto his chest so you wouldn't face plant again. ‘’No tricks darling, there’s a perfectly good reason for my antics.’’
‘’For your amusement?” you dare say, shaking from not necessarily the temperature while you looked at him with a plea to let you go. Especially when you began feeling what was happening beneath you that raised you up higher significantly on him.
‘’Shhh, now hold still..’’ he whispered, a hand rising out of the water to have his fingertips caress across your cheek before his palm cupped it. He felt your stiffness and the beginning want to pull away so his fingers then glided back and tangled themselves in your hair, gaining a slight pressure that now gave him control of your head.
It didn't hurt, but it startled you enough to have your own hand rise and grasp his wrist- not at all strong enough to pull it away before you felt him lean forward- simultaneously pulling your face forward to meet him half way.
Your whole body was rigid, fear, anger and confusion all mixing into one where your eyes just stared into his that seemed to be busy studying your facial features. The corner of his mouth tugged up while he explored his view, smirking upon catching your gaze finally before he began turning your face a bit to the side.
‘’My my don’t we have some interesting features, quite unique if you ask me.’’ he teased and made you frown.
Everyone was unique, different.. What was he playing at?
The feeling of the tip of his nose ghosting against your neck now made you try to tug away, merely having his fingers grip your hair harder and pulling a whimper from you. ‘’Stay darling, i want to explore you..’’
The way he whispered it had his warm breath seem to caress your flesh. His other hand had stayed put on your hip, but now began using his thumb to gently stroke at what exposed flesh your dress had revealed upon its movements in the water. Your free hand was still at his chest, making great effort to try to push him away but he barely budged. It was almost as if he hardly noticed while he continued to brush his nose amongst your neck and under your jaw before you began hearing him take in deep inhales.
Your heart immediately jumped and you once again began trying to rise to your knees. ‘’M-my lord please- if there are no other duties for the night then i really should be-’’
‘’Serving me is your duty, as does your new position require and right now, i wish for you to stay.’’ he said firmly but his voice held no anger, seeming distracted before he tipped his head back ever so slightly, letting you feel now the brush of his lips from where his nose had just explored.
‘’P-please-’’ you panicked, clearly shaking while his other hand continued to tighten and hold you down onto him.
If he were to discover the true scent of you- that could lead to many, many bad things. To let in a stranger, an off-worlder, a non-Asgardian into this realm upon a lie, let alone in the palace itself, would cause an uproar. ‘A traitor among us’ where accusations would then stir if you were a spy. After tonight with the pastries, it wouldn't help your case in the least and you just might be locked up for this.
Let alone discovering you were the princess, of all things!
Now it would grant many opportunities for not only ransom, but all kinda of blackmail towards your own realm.
‘’I do not like liars Y/N, nor those who chose not to answer the question, so let's play a game.’’ Loki murmured against your skin, continuing to smell you before you’d now and again feel his tongue slowly flick out to taste your explored flesh.
‘’I d-dont want too..’’ you whimpered, sucking in a breath when you felt him shift, not knowing if it was intentional or not to brush his cock up against your clothes sex but it might be due to the fact that it was uncomfortable because he was aroused.
That was no fault of yours, but you hated how he seemed to smirk at how your cheeks reddened and your eye contact abandoned him when he pulled away just a little to look at you.
‘’Servants hardly get choices, if any. My hand is going to stay here,’’ he squeezed your hip now to emphasize where he was talking about. ‘’If I'm satisfied with your answers to my questions, it will remain still. If you lie, or refuse to speak, it shall make its way.. Elsewhere.’’
‘’Loki-’’
The hand that had been in your hair was quick to slide to your throat, squeezing just a little to hold your attention while his thumb pressed into your jawbone to make sure you were looking at him. ‘’That is twice you have dared to use my name. In all the years of your service, how do you find it acceptable to find yourself speaking so casually amongst the very being who holds your life in his hands?” His words were sharp and you squeezed your eyes to compose yourself before looking at him.
In all honesty, you had no idea while his name instead of all the royal titles came from your mouth. If you thought about it, perhaps it was all the unfortunate bonding time- as cruel as it may be- had grown a strange type of relationship between you. He’d never admit it, but he’s constantly said your name plenty of times when it’s deemed appropriate (to him) rather than his usual negative nicknames like slave, servant, quim, wench and pet.
‘’It might be the.. Influence of the alcohol, sire.’’ you squeaked out, his hand having gotten a tad tighter as if to amuse himself with how your voice would sound while he used himself as a necklace.
It wasn't a lie, not entirely, but enough to pass where he looked over you, seeming now distracted in his new position of power with your throat in his hand, to pick up anything negative. Or he just didn't care.
‘’Are you a virgin?”
He must have decided to get started on this game and it had your eyes boring into his with every accusation becoming true that you wish to see him meet his end. He saw this, and only had him smirk more- as if it was a familiar look he only took joy in purely because he knew he drew in a truthful, pure and amusing reaction out of you.
Swallowing as best you could, you drew in a breath when you felt his hand’s tightness lessen to allow you to speak. ‘’..no.’’
Loki didn't particularly react, more so you probably just confirmed what he had already guessed. As shy as you were in particular matters, you were no prude. Which is most likely what sent him to be curious on the next following factor but at least his hand remained still- other than his stroking thumb.
‘’Do you hate me?”
Your eyes lessened their glare, more so curiosity invaded your features while you looked him over as if to check- but there was no obvious hesitance while you sucked in another breath. ‘’Yes.’’
‘’Why?”
Your words were caught off when you felt a particular twitch beneath you, causing you to close your eyes and try to will away that strange, tingling feeling that was being drawn out between your legs. There was no way in Hel you were actually feeling-
His hand began to move off of your hip, now caressing your thigh just below it. ‘’You’re hesitating.’’
Quickly, you opened your eyes and tried to maintain a glare. ‘’Your cruel to your people.’’
Loki smirked and raised his chin, looking down his nose at you when you winced before lessening his grip again. ‘’I am fair to my people. I treat them as such to maintain order and the balance of service.’’ His eyes narrowed and leaned forward to get closer, almost brushing his nose against yours while you felt your body tensing. ‘’I am cruel to you, aren't I?"
You felt your body shaking, curling your fingers into your palms in hopes for a distraction from your nails while also realizing both hands had made their way onto his chest. You hated to admit it, but truth was no substitute for weakness. So you looked at him with no fear and prayed he saw it. ‘’Yes.’’
Loki smirked and you could feel his own heart beating hard below your hands. Curiosity made you wonder why that was. Now and again his cock would twitch below you, causing your breathing to sharpen before you glared at him, knowing partly he was doing it on purpose with how he smirked from your reactions.
‘’Do you know what I smelled Y/N? Radiating off of you like pure ecstasy..’’ his eyes then began to explore your face again, his grip almost lessening before he began turning your face side to side. ‘’I smelled it once before, earlier.. When you decided to go swimming in the water trough.’’
You glared at him before you tensed when he turned your face back harshly to look at him head on, daring you to move while his hand began to shift, curving up enough where now his thumb began to run back and forth across your bottom lip. You wanted to lean away, but knew better while you continued to glare at him. Only did it break when you felt his hand begin to creep again by your silence, curling downwards to where his palm was now pressed against the inside of your thigh, his thumb dangerously close to your sex and causing you to quickly speak up.
‘’No.’’
‘’Mm lies,’’ Loki hummed, knowing damn well you knew what he smelled and you could feel his thumb now begin to stroke in that one place that connects the thigh to your intimates, just one breath away from your sex.
Your heart raced, knowing your hesitance would cost you again while your mind panicked for an answer. Loki looked extremely calm, as if happy with or without one- either way, his hand was on you and your stomach twisted into knots with not necessarily knowing what you were feeling.
If living a lifetime under his thumb (literally) was going to be your fate, then you were no better off than home. The only decision you had was picking which headache to live with.
The moment Loki’s hand tensed to begin moving, your mouth opened with the truth.
new place secured. old place half-packed. everything is in boxes, furniture is half taken apart and I am so tired my brain has apparently decided the only reasonable coping mechanism is imagining various fictional babes absolutely ruining me in both holes houses
because there is something about moving that is so…
old place, last memory.
rooms half empty. boxes stacked everywhere. the bed already stripped or dismantled. that weird echo that happens when a home is no longer fully a home.
and then him deciding, actually, no.
the last thing you remember about this room is not stress. not packing tape... not exhaustion.
it’s him.
he'll have you bent over moving boxes. pressed against bare walls. caught on half-constructed furniture. one last claim before the door closes for good.
The new place?
oh, that is worse.
because now it is all blank walls and unopened boxes and keys on the kitchen bench. no proper bedframe. mattress maybe still on the floor. everything unfamiliar and echoing and waiting...
and he cannot keep his hands to himself there either.
because apparently he is just as determined to claim you in the new place before anything else does.
before the couch has a spot.
before anything's unpacked.
before the house has any memories at all.
Him.. he gets to be the the first anything
first kiss against the hallway wall. Feel of his hands under your shirt in the kitchen. Needing to be the the reason the neighbours know his name before introductions have even happened...ensuring that the very first memory etched into these new walls is the sound of you both fucking.
Girllll, I’m from Germany and almost the first thing I do in the morning is checking if you’ve posted the next chapter yet 😭😭
I hope you’ll still write it?
Those are all s*ts and giggles, of course take your time and just know that I love your works
LOL This comment made my day and all the more helps inspire me to write and keep writing :D That's so cool to learn your from Germany! Update is coming soon i promise :D
Just so y’all know, I’m trying to increase my word count so requests will most likely take longer than usual. That being said, if you have any requests feel free to drop them in my inbox. :) I’m writing mostly Loki x reader rn!
