Callow King of Asgard ꩜
f!reader / loki
subtle fighting for dominance, loki wins
takes place during thor (2011)
2.6k words
Summary :
As a childhood friend of Loki’s, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three beg you to reason with Loki if their plan ceased to work. Only, they didn’t know that your “friendship” was built on tension and teases rather than fun and games.
The gilded walls of the vast Asgardian palace echoed the conversation in the throne room to your ears just outside. “My first command cannot be to undo the Allfather’s last . . .” Loki’s voice rang in your ears. You pressed your ear up to the golden doors, trying to make out what they were saying. Clearly the plan of Thor’s friends was going sour. “. . . our people must have a sense of continuity . . .”
You yawned, cupping your hand over your mouth as you waited for your turn at convincing the new king to abort his current plans of, well, terrorism. It’d only been a few minutes since they entered, but you were beginning to grow impatient. Loki had grown used to being pushed aside and forgotten by his superiors. It wasn’t likely that he would stumble with his will to rule. He had what he wanted, and he would not let anyone pry his fingers off the crown. You had little faith in Sif and the others, but you believed yourself to be the best chance. As if she read your mind, Sif and the Warriors Three came into the light of the corridor you awaited in with bustle. Fandral rubbed his face with stress, the others crowding and displaying their dismay to you as Sif approached you with her hands on her hips. “We couldn’t get through,” Their defeat was clearly ripping away at them.
“Evidently.” You muttered, beginning to brush past the warriors to enter the room. Sif grabbed your wrist before you got away, and you paused and looked with a raised brow. The only sound in the room was the gentle movements of the metals and leather that clothed the five of you.
The warriors were known to rush into battle, that much you knew. It was silly that they would worry of your unpreparedness, as you were clear on what you were supposed to do. “What?”
Frankly, you weren’t interested in a pep rally. You were, by definition, a blunt person. Careless in some aspects, but you had a deep sense of empathy and protectiveness over your people. Anyone with eyes could see that Loki was in a state of selfishness, ruling with his broken sense of self rather than his head. You knew this was important. To your relief, Sif sighed and released your wrist. “Be careful.”
To this you almost chuckled. Loki did not scare you in the slightest. So you pushed off the warriors. “I haven’t forgotten my task.” You assured them, then pushed open the towering doors and walked into the throne room.
Which was frighteningly massive. Had you been there for anything other than facing Loki, you think you would cower in the grandeur of the room. Carved pillars held up the ceiling, which had to be at least twenty meters tall. The tall, stained windows unfurled all the way to the top of the room, allowing the entirety of Asgard to be viewed by whoever found themselves in the room. Intricate paintings adorned the ceiling in swirls that bled with the history of your ancient realm. Although it was breathtaking, you forced your attention away. Gawking could wait. Your eyes left the architecture and settled on the man at the very end of the room, and you began stalking forward. For the minute it took to make your way to the throne itself, you looked straight ahead without falter. Loki held your gaze the entire time, and a grin pulled at his lips when you made it to the base of the mezzanine and knelt.
Loki said nothing as you knelt, and you took it as permission to talk. You collected yourself for a moment before continuing . “Forgive me, my king, but I must ask of you to reconsider the decision you made in your previous hearing,” Your voice was soft, but not weak.
Loki’s lips stayed plastered in a mischievous grin as you spoke. Before he replied, he swallowed. You found your eyes leaving his to stare at his throat, and you licked your lips. This action received a mellow laugh from Loki, and you quickly found his eyes again. “Eavesdropping, are we?” He purred, leaning forward to look down upon you. “Hearings are private. I’ve no idea what you mean.”
It didn’t surprise you that Loki was trying to play coy, but you could do that too. You stood from your knee, strands of hair slipping from behind your ear as you did so. Loki snapped. “Did I say you could stand?” His harsh words send a ripple of excitement down your spine, and you had to bite your tongue to prevent a smile. You were starting to forget why you’d come in here to start. Or maybe you were ignoring it with intention.
“No.” A step forward.
“You’re treading dangerous water,” Loki warned as you began stepping up the mezzanine. Each step up was agonizingly slow, a breath leaving your lips with every stair. His words were ignored, and you took the final step, daring to being yourself face to face. Well, almost. Now you were looking down to him, your eyelids heavy as you offered a snarky smile. You hadn’t meant to get this close, but despite this your heads slowly moved closer to each other until you could feel the heat of Loki’s breath. “Darling I suggest you step away while you still can.” His words were supposed to be threatening, but his voice hitched as he let his eyes slip for a split second to your body.
Breathing shakily, you leaned down with a hand on the throne to murmur in his ear, your lips grazing his jaw as you did so. “Or what?” Loki’s eyes closed gently as he shuddered a sigh. You were beginning to think that maybe you should have heard Sif’s pointers.
“Leave us immediately.” Loki shouted to the guards that were in the room, and the mere seconds it took for the room to empty were agonizing.
The doors had closed for one fleeting moment before Loki rose from the throne, slowly coming to tower above you. You’d forgotten just how tall he is, and your shock halted your train of thought as you looked at his build. Your stomach warmed and you felt small throbs beginning to build. Loki grabbed your chin delicately, tilting your head to look up at him. A beat passed as you swallowed, your face flushing with heat. “Kneel.” Loki rasped out, his fingers brushing down your neck to be planted at the base of your throat. His hands were enormous, and his palm rested on your collarbone. You put your hand on his chest. After a few moments of silence, he began to push you to your knees from your neck.
A protest bubbled in your throat, but as your hand travelled down his body, all you could muster was a whimper. You settled fully on your knees as your hand brushed over the bulge under the layers of leather adorning his frame. A sigh quivered from Loki’s lips as he gazed at you beneath him. “Now tell me, what did you come here for?” Loki demanded as he stared down upon you, his fingers once again directing your chin up to meet his eyes.
“What do you want me here for?” You responded with a purr, unable to sit still beneath him.
Silence screamed through the room, and the young king began to slowly lean down until your breath mingled once again. Had he gotten any closer, your noses would have pressed together. You were held there as so for a moment, and then his eyes dragged to your lips. Your pulse was racing, and you were sure Loki could hear the rapidity at which your heart beat. “Many, many things, darling.” Loki’s voice was a whisper, and his eyes met yours once again for only a tremor of a second before he pulled you into a kiss.
The moment your lips met your initial goal of this encounter slipped from your mind, just as your tongue slipped into his mouth. A thousand years of tension between you spilled out into this moment, both of you running your hands everywhere in a fervent daze of lust. Loki pulled you up and into his chest as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. His hands found your waist, then slowly travelled down to grip your ass. This prompted a moan from you, muffled by your lips crushing together. Loki’s mouth moved to your neck, nipping and kissing all the right spots. You lolled your head back to give way for him, and he found a particularly sensitive spot of yours just beneath your throat. A whimper spilled from your mouth as his teeth grazed the sweet spot, and he chuckled into your neck. “This,” You spoke between gasps for air. “This is not what I came here for,”
Loki returned to your mouth, biting at your lower lip and looking into your eyes. “Mm, yes, but it’s what you wanted, is it not?” His hand began to travel to your torso, his palm sprawling across your breast and prompting simultaneous moans from each of you.
“Yes,” Your breath was shaky as you plant kisses along his jaw and neck, your hands scratching the fabric of his cloak.
“Say it.” Loki snarled into your hair, pulling you back to meet his sight. His hand gently grazed down your neck and you shuddered at the sensation. Fog filled your head, and by gods did you want to fuck Loki. You’d wanted him for centuries now. Your stomach burned every time you crossed his path.
Perhaps you’d planned this subconsciously when Sif asked of your help. Regardless, you needed it now. You couldn’t bear to wait any longer. “Yes, Loki, it’s what I wanted. It’s what I have wanted, for too long.”
Loki’s mouth peeled into a grin, and he pulled you back in to murmur in your ear. “What exactly is it that you’ve wanted, doll? Hm?”
Gods, did Loki now how to pull your strings. He could control you as a master his puppets, and you both knew it well. Desperation gnawed at your core, and you pulled at his collar so your foreheads met. Breathing heavily, you begged for his touch. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Please, Loki.”
Loki moaned at your pleas, and pulled you back around into a kiss, now holding you against the cold metal of the throne. In a warm flash of green, your clothes were gone. Loki halted, mouth agape as he took in your unclothed body. His gaze stalled at your breasts, eyes dilating with appetite. “You are simply divine,” Loki husked, a hand finding its way to one breast, and his mouth the other. Your brows knotted with pleasure as his warm mouth drove circles around your nipple. An erotic moan drove from your mouth and you buried your hands in his hair once more. Flashes of heat shot down your spine and you rolled your head back, biting your lip to suppress your cries. Without pulling his mouth away from your breast, he lifted you so that you sat upon the armrest of the throne. Then with one knee on the throne, he brought himself up to kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip.
You were so utterly focused on his mouth and the hand he had on your breast, that when his other hand brushed against your cunt your eyes flew open as you moaned out into his mouth. Loki smiled against your lips, and slipped a long finger into you. Your back arched as a guttural moan left your mouth, his finger beginning to curl inside of you. Loki added a second finger, and when he hit the perfect spot you thrusted up to meet his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. He slowed his hand, going deeper and curling on that sweet spot. In, and out. “Yes, gods, yes right there Loki,” Your legs pushed together as he repeatedly hit that nerve, and he removed his fingers and pressed them into your mouth.
You whimpered around his fingers and began to suck on them. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” Loki asked gruffly, leaning to be atop of you. You nodded vigorously. A cool breeze came by, and you sighed as it touched your wet entrance. Another flash of green left Loki naked above you. He was completely glorious. You leaned yourself up and grabbed his cock, which was throbbing harshly beneath your touch. Loki’s eyes pressed shut as he groaned lewdly to your warm movements. He pulled you close to kiss you again, sighing into your mouth with every stroke you gave. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he slipped into the throne and pulled you atop of him. You broke the kiss, grabbing him and aligning your sexes. You slowly sank down, the large veins on his cock rubbing your insides. Loki moaned out as you took in the final inch, and he gripped the small of your back as you adjusted to his size.
Then he slowly lifted you, pulling himself down, then brought you back down to meet his thrust. A shout escaped your mouth as he began to pick up his pace. With each thrust and bounce a crashing wave of pleasure flew up your spine, your entire body erupting in goosebumps. Loki’s huffing moans just aroused you more. Your liquids were dripping down Loki’s lower waist, and just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Loki took one hand off your waist and began rubbing circles around your clit.
You cried out, planting your hands on his abdomen and arching backwards. Loki’s hand on your lower back held you up as he continued to fuck you senseless. Your brain was short-circuiting with every thrust, brain buzzing with nothing but the feeling pooling in your stomach. “Fuck, mm.” Your moaning filled the empty room.
“You like this? Feels good, darling?” Loki huffed between moans, his eyes glued to your breasts as they bounced every time your hips met. The throbbing of his cock was almost in sync with the bobs of your breasts, nearly driving you to insanity.
You could barely form words at this point. “Yes, yes, so good,” You whimper out as tears prick at your eyes. Loki shifted your hips, forming the perfect angle at which he begins rapidly hitting the earlier sweet spot. You were basically screaming out at this point. Everything all at once — his thrusts, his hand gripping your back, thumb driving circles around your clit — was sending you to your climax. “I’m going to,” You mustered, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m going to cum, Loki,”
His hand left your back and held on to your chin. “Look at me.” Loki growled out, going faster to reach his own high. You opened your eyes and stared into his. “Cum for me, darling.” Loki pressed against your clit and with one more thrust into your sweet spot, you were completely undone. A violent wave of pleasure swept over your entire body, and after a few more thrusts into you, Loki came inside of your cunt. Ropes shot from him and sent jolts of heat up your spine. You crashed your lips together once more and whimpered moans into each other’s mouths as you rode out your orgasms.
After coming down, you laid limp on Loki’s chest, both of you breathing heavily. “I think the entire palace heard us,” You laughed out between breaths.
Loki chuckled, his fingers grazing the skin of your back, and he tucked your hair over your shoulder. “Well, was this better than what you originally came to seek me for?” He whispered against your cheek.
Well, you weren’t sure Sif or the Warriors — or even Odin himself — would agree, but . . .
“Yes. Immensely.”
