My name is y/n stark . You don't know who I am . I'm the shadows of the hero's and the wind in the empty streets. You may know my brother Tony stark. While he out shining I'm here tuck away because that's what's safe. He always telling me.
Now it's not like I don't have powers because I do. The Starks couldn't figure out where they had stem from or what I was so Unfortunately they got locked away until Tony thinks I'm ready. It's not fair first I got tortured and then stolen from any armour I had.
Don't get me wrong I love my brother but he so overprotectived. Things were boring in the household for awhile until the attack on New York.
After the attack the avengers moved in with us . I enjoy every minutes from training with Natasha to listing to Thor stories. Everything was bless and me Thor became quite close he was my best friend.
Until one day chaos landed at our doors. Jarvis came and told me I was needed in the living room. I walked in to see a man in chains standing next to Thor . His greens flicker over to me then hold there gaze. I uncomfortably look over to Thor.
" My brother will be staying with us for a bit under strict supervision the all father banished him for the Moment" he explain the group no one look too happy about it.
" We limited his powers he shouldn't be able to do much harm" Thor reassuring the group.
" listen here reindeer games if he so much as try anything I will stick your helmet so far up your ass I swear" Tony threatening him. Thor took him to his room. Unfortunately it was across from mine. Great an infamous crazy guy right across the hall from where I sleep.
It was 2 in the morning and I was in my bed reading when I heard a knock on the door. I crack the door the bit seeing as I was in my not to well covering pajamas. When I seen the green eyes from earlier piercing at me .
"What do you want" I asked
"Lady Y/n I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you can show me where the kitchen is I'm a little famish and no one was kind enough to show me" he said never lowering his gaze at me.
" It down the hall" I pointed him into the directions. He pushed on my door a little and looked as he was trying to peer through my room.
" May I asked what book you are reading" trying to pry farther into my space.
" You need to go Loki" I said sharply. I don't know what he up to but my guess it can't be good. Thor told me stories of the god of mischievous.
"As you wish my lady" he takes my hand and kisses it. I slam the door on him . I wipe my hands off . I not sure what game he is playing but o don't want to be a pawn.
Loki pov
The mortal intrigues me for some reason. I didn't need a snack I just wanted a peak of those (eye color) eyes again . I laid down to go to rest when I heard screaming for her room a few hours later.
I was going to investigate when Thor beat me to it. I peak into the room to see that he seems be soothing her from a nightmare. Once she falls back to sleep he kisses her on the forehead. So my brother is in love oh how fun would it be to mess with him .
Your pov
The alarm ring the group were going on another mission. Another mission that I’m not allowed to go on.
“please just let me go, give me my powers and I can be of use” I begged.
“ No you haven’t even trained with them how can you trust your powers enough for a mission” Tony sternly said.
“ Because you won’t let me” I cursed. I storm off into my room.
A hour pass and a heard a knock on my door once again. I open up to see Loki looking at me deviously.
“ I’m sorry to intrude -“ he started to speak but I cut him off.
“Then don’t” I slam the door on his hideously handsome face.
“ I know where they are keeping your powers” he mummers through the door.
I open the door back up just a little bit. “ And I know where they are too” what is his deal ?
“ Then why don’t you simply get them. It’s yours how long are you gonna let them get away with stealing from you” he said ever so gently but it unsettling at the same time.
“ Are you out of your mind. My brother would kill me” I shooked my head at his audacity.
“ Y/n darling let me help you. It’s not fair or right that he gets to decide what you do and when you do” said with such a sliver toungue.
He did have point. I’m not kid anymore and those powers rightfully belong to me. “What’s in it for you” I scoffed
“Nothing I just wish to help a fellow friend. We have more in common then you think” he smiled.
Competitive Advantage [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader x Thor] 18+
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Summary: In the Avengers compound, Thor has turned his sights on you as his next conquest - but little does he know his brother harbours much a much deeper obsession. (w/c 4.5k)
Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI! Language. Coercive behaviour. Smut. Thor is a bit of an arse.
‘All I’ll say is that for a Mid-Guardian woman she is...enticing’
‘for a Mid-Guardian woman??’ Thor brought his fingers to his forehead in a frustrated crest, ‘brother I have travelled all nine realms and bedded many maidens and I can tell you, with Borr as my witness, that is the finest piece of arse I have laid eyes on north of Muspelheim…’
Loki brought his towel to his face, wiping away ribbons of sweat that fell from his forehead as his brother kept talking. A little too loudly, as usual.
The gym at the Avengers compound was busy this morning. Clattering of knives and batons could be heard sharply over the smack of limbs as heroes and agents sparred together. He and Thor sat on a bench at the side of the arena, arms reddened with combat each resting on their knees as they caught their breath. Well..as Loki caught his breath.
‘...I mean really, brother, how can you look at her and not want to ride her into battle like a valiant steed? Norns, have you seen her fight? She is a Valkyrie reborn. Perhaps she is...it would explain a lot. Her arse, for one thing-’
‘Would you shut up about her arse?’, Loki snapped, rolling his eyes. It was embarrassing really, how crude he could be.
Loki raised his gaze as his brother, blessedly, closed his mouth for two seconds.
There you were, strong legs straddled around Clint Barton as you pinned him to the ground – his knife out of reach, defenceless under your tight control. Loki shivered. His eyes roamed your body as you elevated yourself from the man below, the curve of your legs and the toned muscles which pressed against your leggings as you rose threatened a groan from his throat as he swam in the stolen voyeurism where he could worship you safely. You pressed your fists to Clint in post-spar tradition, your bare midriff glistening with sweat...how he wanted to lick it off from your navel all the way up to your perfect brea-
‘...Brother.’
‘What?’ Loki turned to Thor, eyes blazing, his question delivered with a low tone of menace that threatened to betray the lust simmering below.
‘I was asking if you wanted to go another round, but I suspect that there may be another partner you have in mind now…’, his meaty elbow nudged Loki’s ribs with the subtlety of a bulldozer.
‘Don’t be absurd. You’re the one that’s obsessed with her arse’.
‘Indeed, brother. Although I am obsessed with a lot more than her arse. Her INCREDIBLE bosom for examp-’
In a flash, Loki’s forearm was at Thor’s throat, pinning him against the wall as he choked on his words beneath him, his eyes burning into the squirming god caught off guard.
‘Guys, no family drama in the gym...come on’, you said loudly as you sauntered over to pick up your water bottle, the scene unfolding before you, ‘take it outside, or to Asgard...not here please’.
You looked on, pleased with yourself, as the dark-haired god released his brother. Thor looked to you with jovial amusement as he rubbed his neck, his gaze drawing up and down your body, a wicked promise in his eyes which remained behind his lips.
‘How are you today, Agent Y/N?’ Loki said calmly, his demeanour a stark contrast from only moments ago as he had his brother in a vice which would have killed an ordinary man.
‘I’m well, thank you’, you replied warmly. The Asgardian duo had always remained on an outside circle to you, where you only observed them from afar. Social interactions were taken in snatches where you could, for one of them in particular whose attention you craved though you would never betray it. You turned with a small wave as you made your way back over to Clint, who would definitely be taking no prisoners for round two, feeling the weight of the gaze of a pair of eyes over your body like the musk of sweat in the air. You hoped it was him.
‘I think it’s high time we had some new sport, what say you Loki?’, Thor turned to his brother as he said it, looping his long hair behind his ear revealing a devilish smile.
‘Go on?’
‘Well, it seems increasingly obvious to me that we both have our interests set on Agent Y/N, so why don’t we make it a little more interesting. What say you?’
‘Brother, you still haven’t actually said anything’, Loki rolled his eyes defiantly as his stomach churned.
‘A competition!’, he exclaimed cheerfully, ‘the first one to bed her, wins’.
‘Don’t be absurd.’
Thor’s laugh echoed around the gym as Loki began packing his weapons into a kit bag.
‘You’re right Loki, it is absurd. How could you triumph in such a contest when I have the clear competitive advantage…’
Loki’s hands stilled as he processed the jibe, every pulse of blood warning him not to rise to it and yet thrusting him on, ‘competitive advantage?’ he sneered, ‘please tell me you’re not talking about your reputation for jackhammering across the nine realms, collecting the riddled notches on your bedpost’.
A thick hand landed on Loki’s shoulder as he focused his attention on fastening the bag zipper, hoping Thor would simply disappear.
‘No brother, although I’m sure she is aware of my legendary status as a lover. No, I am referring to the fact that I am worthy’, he paused...waiting for a reaction, ‘for surely if I am worthy to lift Mjölnir then I am worthy to lift her legs around my waist’,
Loki’s head whipped round to meet his brother’s eyes, the mirth in Thor’s met with steel malice as he considered the proposition.
‘Fine’, Loki spat as he stood abruptly. He looked up at where you circled Clint, your fists raised, your hair coming undone from the morning’s efforts, your eyes focused on your target as your mind searched keenly for his weakest point, ‘consider your challenge accepted’.
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The early afternoon sun blared through the glass in the empty compound kitchens as you counted spoons of protein powder that fell lacklustre into your sport bottle. Four, Five, Six
‘Thirsty, are we?’
You jumped, as the voice announced it’s owner behind you. You didn’t even have to look.
‘Hi Thor,’ you smiled as you spun the top on the bottle, ‘twice in one day, lucky me…’
‘Indeed, sweet Y/N. Lucky indeed. My, you do look ravishing today,’ you heard him inhale theatrically, ‘and pray what is that heavenly scent you’re wearing?’
You turned, taking in the bemusing sight before you as you stifled a laugh. He was leaning awkwardly against the refrigerator, his bulging arms crossed (was he flexing?) against the naked expanse of his chest, puffed out as he smirked. A pair of loose grey shorts hung low from his bare hips, revealing his taunt angular muscles as he looked at you keenly, awaiting your response.
‘I um...I haven’t actually showered yet since earlier so…’
‘Ah! Your natural scent, then. How delectable. My my, I can only imagine how good you must smell once you are well and truly dirty…’ his voice lowered as he stared you down, and you suddenly felt very underdressed...or overdressed...for whatever this was.
‘So what’s happening lately with the A-team?’, you cleared your throat, ‘have you guys got any big missions planned that you can tell me about?’ you began shaking your water bottle in your palm, dispersing the protein powder like you wanted to disperse with this conversation.
Silence rolled around you in the empty kitchen as you politely awaited his reply, realising far too late the association he was making with your provocative hand movements to what was tucked within those revealing shorts.
‘Agent Y/N, I must tell you something, ’ he strode across the kitchen, leaning one enormous, muscled arm against the cupboard over your head before you had a chance to think.
‘…I am...consumed...with thoughts of you. Your mortal body. Underneath my godly body. A union fit for the cosmos. Your perishable curves have pushed me to the edge of desire. We should be lovers. Allies...in fucking. Would you like that?’, a thin smile graced the corner of his mouth as his eyes bore down into you, willing you to concede. You couldn’t contain yourself.
Your hand shot up to your mouth as you began to laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation falling like a satellite from the sky. Confused, Thor took several steps back from you, checking behind him that no one had born witness to the scene.
‘I’m sorry’, you gasped between staggered breaths, ‘I just...’ and you collapsed in on yourself again, howling with painful laughter as he began to retreat.
‘This is ridiculous,’ he huffed as he made his way down the hall, spinning around in an attempt to extinguish the sounds of mirth which taunted him, ‘I am worthy...you know...’
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Loki smirked as he heard your unmistakable peals of laughter ringing through the corridors, followed by his brother’s footsteps, heavy with rejection. Fool. How could he have thought that you would fall for the brash display of wanton brawn that he no doubt set out for you. But, Loki reminded himself, this all played to his advantage.
The truth was that Loki had been utterly infatuated with you for months, observing your patterns, interests and relationships around the compound as you went about your daily life as an Agent of Shield, his clandestine operation fuelling his fascination with you behind the curtain of apathy. All coolness played out towards you in daylight hours was made up for tenfold under cover of darkness, when his hands reached between his thighs for relief.
He had imagined you in boundless situations together, a collection of fictions in his mind that lived and breathed and sighed his name under the ministrations of his hands, his tongue, his cock, as desperate with need for him as he for you. In his fantasies, you would come to him by night, a pilgrimage to his rooms, where you would find the salvation you sought. He would absorb you, worshipping every part of you in the flesh as he did in his mind. Your honeyed words would drip out of you as he lapped at the font of your secret devotion for him, hidden all this time.
His thousand yard stare was broken by the sound of light footsteps approaching, right on time.
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‘Loki!’ you exclaimed, ‘Jesus I can’t get rid of you two today...your brother isn’t here is he?’
You quickly checked your surroundings for any signs of your would-be suitor as Loki reclined casually on one of the large sofas within the common area of the compound, reading a book.
‘No, he is not’, he replied politely, ‘if he were, I would not be’.
Satisfied, you settled on the opposite sofa, setting your drink down on the table as you watched the infamous god of mischief thumbing over a page. An hour passed in peace as you closed your eyes, drinking in the sunlight streaming through the window, gloriously warming the surface of your skin.
‘You look like a goddess’, Loki murmured quietly, his words breaking the lengthy silent sea, barely distilling through your meditative state.
‘Hmm?’ you questioned, the words he spoke not bridging the gap to your brain currently occupied by delicious warm restfulness.
‘I said, you look like a goddess’, every word was calligraphy in deep velvet tones. You opened your eyes, locking immediately with the man across from you, staring at you inquisitively.
‘The light’, he gestured, ‘it glows on your skin just so…like a goddess, I would know’, a smile reaching his eyes. That was new.
As much as you had tried to deny it initially, your feelings for Loki had not gone away as the days and months ticked on from his arrival at the compound. His aloofness only served to make you more determined to uncover what lay beneath those layers of cool cynicism...and leather, and tight gym clothes.
He was a high-risk recruit, and not one which you had not been cleared to over-socialise with...so you kept your distance. You watched as he warmed to those around him, as he became accustomed to life in this new world. You made a note of the books he had read and made sure to read them too. Just in case. He liked reading. He liked a lot of things. You hoped he liked you.
When your days were done, your fingers found your way between your thighs and Loki was the only thought in your mind. Oh, the things he had done to you. His fingers had traced every line on your body, explored every crevice for points of pleasure that brought you to ecstasy under his touch. He loved the way you wound his long curls in your hands as he pleasured you, his face buried inside you as he delved to your very core with his tongue. He had taken you in every position, in every available surface of your rooms as you called his name and he yours, his perfect face contorted with the overwhelming passion he felt for you in those moments as you were one.
‘Y/N?’, his soft voice broke your daydream as you came back to reality, ‘Yes.’ you replied, too quick to be believable that you had absolutely not been in another world where he was desperate for your touch.
‘I’m leaving now’, he said soothingly, ‘but I very much enjoyed your company...’
Your heart fluttered at his words, your body responding with a flush of hormones straight to your loins as he gazed down at you from above, his eyes an untameable sea of emotions you were unable to read as he touched your hand lightly and drew it fluidly to his lips, your fingertips ghosting the object of your desire as he pressed them against you, moist from where he had recently licked them.
‘I’ll see you l-later?’, you stuttered, it came out as a question although you had not meant it so. Or had you?
‘Perhaps’, he purred, ‘I am always at your service, Lady’. He lowered your hand, and with a curt bow he moved gracefully towards the exit.
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You definitely needed that shower now. A cold one. It had been two hours since you finished sparring with Clint and you’d been awkwardly propositioned by one demi-god and given a primal hot flush by another, simply being his inimitable self. The door to your apartment clicked open and you headed straight to the bathroom, the promise of the cool stream of liquid pressure on your body calling you as you stripped from your tight clothes and stepped in to the tub.
Refreshed, you pottered around the apartment you called home at the compound, a thick white towel tucked around your frame as your damp hair brushed your shoulders, earlier events of the day feeling more like a dream with every moment that passed.
Knock Knock
You looked up from your laptop screen, confusion knitting your brow as you checked the time on your phone. You had nowhere to be, no emergency alerts from Fury. You made your way to the door, holding one hand to the towel concealing your modesty as it swung open before you.
Of course.
Thor leaned theatrically against your door-frame, one rippled arm extended above his head as he took up as much space as possible, looking down as his tousled blonde hair fell around his face. His eyes raised slowly to meet your stare of disbelief, ignorant to the effect his display was having on you.
‘Like what you see?’ his voice rumbled, saturated with the same misplaced confidence as the kitchen encounter,
‘I like that you’re wearing a t-shirt now’, you quipped casually as you glanced past him to check for witnesses, Thor’s eyebrows furrowed as his smile turned to a pout processing your words.
His suspicious eyes travelled the lines of your body, naked only for the towel that encased you. Your bare face framed by your wet hair, traces of moisture still clinging to your collarbone as he stared at you hungrily, ‘Norns, you are Rán personified’, he mumbled lustily, ‘goddess of the sea...she had nine children, you know’, he winked.
You stared at him, arms folded, your voice not betraying the pounding of your heart beneath the Egyptian cotton.
‘You’re the second person to call me a goddess today’, you quipped, ‘so I must be doing something right’.
Thor’s arm slid from above him through his hair, curiosity flaring in his gaze, ‘the second?’ his eyes flickered towards the bicep now bulging to his side, willing your gaze to fall upon it in awe.
‘Y/N, I understand that my revelation earlier may have come as a shock to your mortal mind...it is not every day that a figure of legend expresses his wish to bed you and so I am willing to offer you another opportunity…’ he trailed off as his thick hands found their way to his hips pointing towards where his, surely enormous, cock sat concealed, squarely posturing his triangular frame in your field of vision. Impossible to ignore.
‘To fuck you?’, you stated. This was becoming too much and your patience was wearing thin.
‘I wouldn’t have put it quite like that but, yes, if you wish…’, his eyebrows raised as a smug smile danced at his lips.
You cleared your throat, ‘as flattered as I am, son of Odin, I have to decline your offer’ you spoke purposefully, watching the muscles in his face morph from expectation to bemusement with each syllable passing your lips.
‘Y/N I don’t think you understand the honour I am bestowing upon you-’
Without another word, you closed the door.
This was bad. You paced the floor as you pondered your limited options, willing that your pursuer had the sense to leave the situation as it stood. Blessedly, no further protests came from beyond the door that separated you from him, as thoughts of Loki raced through your mind, unbidden.
Surely, he would be able to call his brother off? They were not the closest of kin but his word would likely hold more weight, and believability, than yours. Your mind flashed back to the scene of Loki with his muscled forearm pinning Thor against the wall this very morning, your pussy clenching as you remembered the fire in his eyes in response to the unknown misdemeanour his brother had inflicted. Loki’s words earlier today floated through your memories like pollen, ‘I am always at your service, Lady’, his well-timed promise the final nail in your resolve.
You pressed your ear against the door, satisfying yourself that you could open it without another unwelcome encounter. Hurriedly you scampered down the hall, your bare feet cool against the linoleum floor as you made your way to the apartment you had only fantasised about as you passed it each morning. You knocked gingerly at the door, praying that he was inside.
The door opened almost immediately, revealing the god of mischief looking at you with a perplexed amusement on his angled features. His gaze drew down your body briefly as he straightened, his eyes quickly returning to yours, ‘you are aware that you are wearing only a towel, Agent?’
Oh god.
‘I’m sorry,’ you stuttered, embarrassment soaking through your consciousness like liquor, ‘I needed to see you, I forgot…’, you trailed off as he ushered you inside his rooms, the mischievous glint in his eyes now laced with concern.
‘Tell me’, he stated regally as you paced the floor, not knowing how to begin.
You recounted your meetings with Thor that day to him, as he ran his hands through his hair concealing a smile.
‘I don’t think it’s that funny, actually’, you huffed as his grin finally broke across his face, ‘he’s after me like a horny dog...it’s Thor...what the hell am I supposed to do?’
Loki crossed his arms, resting one long finger on his chin as he pondered your words, ‘have you considered conceding to his request?’ he asked, smoulderingly, ‘you may enjoy it’.
You rolled your eyes as you absorbed his words, how foolish you were to have thought he could help. That he would help. He didn’t care about you, they were as bad as each other. Your heart dropped at the revelation, the object of your desire unknowingly pushing you into the arms of his brother. His rival. You seethed.
‘I can categorically tell you I would not enjoy it. You of all people should understand that…’ you drew yourself up to full height, stoically tightening the fit of your towel as you held your head high, ready to make your defiant exit.
‘Y/N…’ his voice cooed gently, ‘sit down’, he patted the sofa next to where he had planted himself during your display of resolve. You eyed him suspiciously as he gazed at you, no trace of haughtiness in his eyes now.
‘Please?’, he murmured. Your resolve melted.
Cautiously you sat on the opposite side of the sofa to the handsomest man you had ever seen in your life, the one whose voice made you wet with desire, the luxe furnishings he had conjured for himself a stark contrast to the ridiculousness of your appearance. You felt the luxurious fabric beneath you graze against your wetness as you settled, the length of your towel not conducive to the new position you found yourself in. Lord, you hoped you wouldn’t leave a mark.
He cleared his throat.
‘Y/N, my brother is an arrogant oaf, that you know I am sure’, you nodded at his words, ‘however there is another reason for his particularly boorish behaviour today, for which I apologise for my part in it…’
‘Go on…’ your heart quickened, a fizz of anticipation building in your stomach as he spoke.
‘This morning my brother revealed his...intentions...to me regarding you. In his mind, it became a competition of sorts between us, one which he was confident that he would emerge victorious, and I fear my actions only spurred him on...’, Loki looked up at you from hooded eyes, unspoken words clouding them as you drank in his gaze.
‘A competition?’ you repeated...the connotations ticking through your mind,
‘Yes, Y/N, and for that I am sorry...you do not deserve to be treated as such’, his lowered voice tinged with reverence made your pussy throb with need.
Words formed on your lips before you had a chance to vet them, dripping out of you like the wetness forming on your intimate folds, ‘but...you didn’t compete’, you turned to him – noting his pupils that were widened as he leant towards you, the space between you shortening as you felt your breath become heavy.
‘Didn’t I?’ he purred darkly, ‘...you’re here aren’t you?’
Your head spun. You could feel your hips beginning to squirm minutely beneath you as your pussy keened for attention, the weight of his words only adding to the melody of his breath in your ear, thick with innuendo you wanted to rut yourself upon.
‘Loki, I have to tell you something…’ you started, turning to him as he closed the space between you. His lips moulded to yours as he encased your cheek in one of his slender hands, the other making its way to your waist as you gasped into his kiss. His tongue breached your mouth with ease, twisting around yours with needful passion held back by careful restraint as he measured your response.
He withdrew, his eyes fluttering open to assess the situation. Your eyes were closed, a dreamlike expression on your face as you registered the absence of his touch, a slight frown ghosting across your forehead.
‘Y/N…’ he whispered seductively as you opened your eyes, ‘I too wish to bed you, but for reasons quite different from my brother’, he re-considered his words... ‘somewhat...different to my brother..’
You looked at him with disbelief, was this happening? Were you about to wake up alone, a hot, sweat-ridden mess tangled in your sheets?
‘I have admired you from afar for many months, although I admit it was the gauntlet thrown down by Thor this morning that spurred on my resolve to test your feelings for me, to see if there was a chance that you could feel the same…’, his fingers traced up your thigh as he said it, his light touch making you shiver as you slid your legs wider apart, involuntarily,
‘...and from your actions just now, it seems I may have arisen victorious from our little bet…’, his eyes flashed as he crashed into you, pressing you to the sofa as his lips ravaged you with finesse.
You moaned wantonly as he moved his attention to your neck, sucking the delicate exposed skin to mark you as his prize, the cock you had dreamed of so vividly in your fantasies hardening against your naked thigh through his sweatpants. One of his hands slid down your chest, pulling your towel aside as it went, gracefully sliding down your body.
Two fingers brushed through your folds, your desire evident as his eyes lit up at the feeling, ‘darling you are absolutely soaking,’ he moaned in your ear, his hot breath igniting every nerve in your body, ‘...so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you’, you groaned as his fingers slid inside you – gasping as they curled against your clenching walls, ready for everything he had to give you.
‘I’ve thought about this a lot, Loki’, you sighed against him as he manipulated your body to his will, your senses coming undone as reality fell away around you, ‘I’ve felt the same way about you...all this time--’, a low moan escaped you as he began to thumb your clit in slow circles, observing the woman he worshipped beneath him, writhing under his touch – finally.
‘Mmm,’ Loki murmured as his seidr glowed, his clothes disappearing in a shimmer of green as your eyes widened at the sight of his chiselled body coming into view, his long cock pressing against your skin tantalisingly as your hips keening into his fingers massaged it against your naked thigh with every thrust,
‘well then,’ he growled, the lust in his voice breaking as he lowered his face between your legs, ‘it seems it was I who had the competitive advantage after all...’
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Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.
Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?
Once again, I have to apologize. I keep thinking life will get less hectic, but it just never seems to let up. Anyway, I thank all of you have stuck with me and this story.
The world had become reduced to a sea of red, and that was hardly Loki's favorite color. As he gazed unseeingly at the empty room, a barrage of horror assailed him.
The Mind Stone had taken Caroline, there was no other possibility. He knew it as well as he knew the curve of her hip or the taste of her mouth on his. It had been a foregone conclusion from the moment she had bravely stepped into this room. Loki had been a fool to acquiesce to the plan, a coward not to whisk her away the moment it had been suggested and face the consequences of losing her heart. It would have been better than losing her all together.
Of all beings alive Loki knew what the Stone could do. It would not be like when he took control of Barton, Selvig, and the others for Caroline. Oh no it would be infinitely worse. She would be as Loki had been, making choices herself, outwardly retaining her own agency. Inwardly, however, the Mind Stone would be whispering insidious poison. It would curdle everything good in her, taking the pure heart that wanted only to help others and using that instinct to inflict chaos and destruction on behalf of Thanos.
Loki felt his Siedr burning within, growing in strength along with his rage.
"Easy there, big guy," dimly he heard Stark's voice through the ringing in his ears. "She will be okay. We will fix this."
At the banal pleasantries Loki felt his patience begin to snap. Flexing and contracting his hands in as controlled a gesture as he could manage, he sent a pulse of pure energy surging through the room. With a loud crash everything, including the irritating human, fell to the ground as the room shook.
"That make you feel better?" Stark asked, picking himself up off the floor with a glare.
"No."
Striding towards the now open wall across the room, Loki summoned his full battle armor, horns included, and a pair of knives. Nothing would make him feel better until Caroline was safe and out of the thrall of the Stone.
"Okay, let's think this through," Stark urged, also now fully suited and trotting along next to him. "The Doc won't appreciate your hurting anyone on her account."
"I no longer care," Loki replied tersely. "I attempted to do things her way and she ended up in greater peril than any of you could possibly comprehend. Now I do things my way, and you would do best not to get in my way."
"All I'm saying is we should take a moment to think. Christ, when did I become the reasonable one? Loki, what does the rock want with her"
"It is not the Stone. It is Thanos, or more likely the Other. Not that there is a difference, the one is no longer anything more than a puppet. The Stone itself only wants to exist; on its own it would merely kill her out of sheer power, not out of animosity."
It hurt him to even speak such a thing, but Loki didn't have time for his own pain. He had to think. Damn that Stark was right.
"The ones in control had no real use for Caroline. They would make use of her to cause trouble but would be looking for someone with more reach either in strength of arms, technology, or world power, to achieve their genocidal ends."
"So that's a good thing, right? They find a new vessel and they let her go. This place has more heroes than the action figure aisle of a toy store. She'll be free soon."
"Free? Thanos and the Other will never set her free. Don't you see, they already know her every thought, every feeling. They know the connection between the two of us. And so Caroline will be used to punish my treason. Her suffering has only started. And every last second of it is all because of me."
A group of three agents rounded the corner of the hall down which they strode and skidded to a complete stop. Normally Loki would have enjoyed seeing the panic light up their faces as they gaped at him, but now he had no time for their stupidity.
"It's the Alien Invader! Stop him!"
"No killing!"
Loki growled at Stark's reminder, but he did switch his throwing grip at the last moment so that one agent was struck hard on the head by his first knife, rendering him unconscious, while the second pinned a man to the wall by his shirt color inches away from his larynx. Stark grabbed the final agent and dragged him up to the ceiling, holding him upside down.
"What do you want?" the man asked, staring wildly from Loki to Stark to the two men on the floor.
"Dr. Caroline Thorpe," Loki demanded, "where is she?"
"Who?"
"Have you seen a pretty woman with a big spear running down the halls?" Tony rephrased before Loki could gut the man.
"No, but someone was screaming near the stairwell a few minutes ago. I thought maybe Banner had turned again."
Tony put the trembling man down with much more delicacy than Loki would have. He could not spare valuable time fretting over some random mortal. His mortal was in jeopardy. The man had given him an idea though.
"Where is Banner?" he demanded, looming over the pour agent. "For that matter, where are the rest of your pesky avengers?"
"Cap's on a mission with Barton and Romanoff," Stark offered, "Not sure about Banner."
"Of course, it must be easy to misplace so small a beast," Loki snarked.
"Hey, Hulk goes where he wants. You want to try and stop him, be my guest. My living room is about due for a new floor anyway."
"Thor then. He is the most logical, if you rule out the two of us. You know the layout of this warren of mediocrity. Where would Thor have gone to find Fury and Pierce?"
"Fury's office would be my guess. And it's upstairs from here. This way."
Pausing only to retrieve his knives, Loki quickly followed Stark towards the nearest stairs. They knew they were on the right track when they discovered an unconscious body lying at the foot of the steps. Loki was relieved to see that the woman still breathed. Caroline would remember and feel every life she took like a weight in her soul.
"No way Doc did that," Stark sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Loki.
"She will do much worse if we do not reach her," Loki said, taking the steps two at a time while Stark flew to the top. "Which way?"
They encountered only two other groups of humans on their way to Fury's office. The first, a small cluster of scientists from their white coats, turned and ran on sight. The second, a slightly larger group of soldiers, proved more steadfast. Loki spared no time for niceties, punching and kicking his way through them as if they were dummies in the practice pitch. It felt good to hit something, and he began to understand his brother's penchant for wanton force a bit more.
"Um... overkill much?"
"They are alive, I killed no one. For Caroline's sake."
"And is she ever one lucky girl."
"How much farther?"
"Just the end of this..."
"Doctor Caroline please, I do not want to fight you!" Thor's voice boomed down the hall and Loki took off at a run.
"I don't care what you want! I want to fight you. I want to see you suffer. I want to hear you beg for forgiveness for all the pain you have caused."
Loki reached a door no different from any of the others, accept that it was thrown open and drunkenly hanging on its hinge. As he stared into the room, his heart stopped. Past a small, sparce office area was a large room cluttered with boxes and alien technology. Amid the clutter his brother knelt on one knee, mjornir raised in his fist. Above him, scepter clasped in one hand, large pulsar gun in another, was the woman Loki loved.
***
It felt good. That was the overriding thought as Caroline strut down the hallway, scepter in hand. She understood now the way Loki walked - power imbued confidence. Not that she would ever ooze the same predatory sex appeal as her love. He was in a class by himself.
She had wondered how she would prove herself worthy of the love of one such as he. Oh, not that Loki would need proof, he had shown himself foolishly willing to take her as she was. But she wanted to show him how much she cared about him. What better way than to make the ones who had tormented him suffer?
Starting with the blond idiot who had belittled him all his life. Thor thought himself so superior with his hammer and his overdeveloped muscles. Loki was twice the man, twice the God that Thor would ever be. And while Loki may not be able to bring himself to seek retribution for the many wrongs visited on him, Caroline had no such reservations.
She encountered little interference as she strode down the hall. Apparently when you acted as though you had every right to go when you wished people believed you. It was not until she reached the stares that someone dared to question her. Caroline could vaguely remember seeing the woman before, but she would not be recognized as she was now, transformed by Loki's magic.
"How did you get that?" the woman demanded, blocking Caroline's path and staring at the scepter. "Where are you going?"
"I took it," Caroline said simply. "And I am going to discipline a God. Out of my way."
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take you to Secretary Pierce."
At the mention of the loathed man's name, Caroline snapped. Her arm shot out and the butt end of the scepter made contact with the other woman's cheek, dropping her like a rag doll. Somewhere inside, Caroline recoiled at the violence she had just committed, but a soothing voice calmed her.
"She should not have interfered," cooed the stone. "You warned her to get out of the way."
"I did," Caroline said aloud, looking where the woman lay crumpled on the stairs.
"She works for Pierce. She was probably one of the ones conspiring to kill your Prince. She deserved far worse. You were merciful. And didn't it feel good? Just a little?"
Slowly a smile spread across Caroline's face. It had felt good. Pierce and his minions had wanted to kill Loki. All she had done was knock one unconscious. In the scheme of things, it was a small retribution for the crimes done to Loki.
Turning her back on the fallen woman, she continued up the stairs. It took little time to get to Fury's office. She banged forcefully and heard scuffling within. A moment later the door was open to reveal the relieved face of Loki's hated brother.
"Doctor Caroline," Thor said, eyes flickering over to the scepter. "You just missed Fury. He has gone to fetch Pierce, and then they will be back here. What are you doing with the scepter? I thought the plan was to put it in the case and then make an hasty escape?"
"Plans change," she said, brushing past him and walking to the pictures hanging on the far wall.
"You are acting strange," Thor narrowed his eyes. "Where is Loki? And Stark? Why are they not with you?"
"They got delayed," she told him. "And I wanted to speak with you, alone."
Acting with efficiency, Caroline turned each of the pictures on Fury's wall. It had been so nice of Tony to show her the way to access the weapons she needed.
"How did you do that?" Thor demanded as the wall slid away to reveal the larger room where she had found the Tesseract.
"Did you ever wonder, Thor," she asked conversationally, ignoring his question, "what it must have been like for Loki? Growing up on Asgard with Odin and with you? How lonely he must have felt? How out of place?"
"Loki was not lonely," Thor's voice sounded quizzical. "He had me, our friends, our parents."
"You were hardly a friend, much less a brother," she sneered, walking to the pile of weapons she had noted on her last visit. "You denigrated him, made him the target of jokes and mockery, undervalued his powers and intellect. You did not deserve him."
"Perhaps you are right," warily, Thor followed her into the room. "Loki was different than the rest of us, but we loved him anyway."
"Anyway?" she threw the word back at him. "You should have loved him because of his differences. Because he is smart and talented and not a hulking mass of muscle unable to form a coherent thought."
"Doctor Caroline, have I offended you in some way?"
"I am offended by you yourself. Your careless cruelty was allowed to run rampant too long. But no longer. I am going to make you pay for what you have done."
Reaching down, she grabbed a large gun from box. It was almost too heavy for her to lift, but she managed to find a strength she did not know was in her. Pointing it at Thor, she pressed the trigger and watched as he was hit, point blank, by a wave of energy. Taken completely off guard, Thor fell backward on to the ground.
"That was low power," the voice whispered in her mind. "We can do much more than that."
"How do you like it?" she demanded, stepping up on chair so she could loom above him. "Being targeted? Being hurt?"
"There is something wrong," Thor rose to one knee, shaking off the blast that would have killed a human. "I think the scepter is turning your mind."
"Nothing is wrong," she countered. "I am merely able to see clearly now what needs to be done. It has shown me the strength I possess to right the pain caused to my love. I know you are strong, Asgardian. What do you think the full power of this would do to you?"
"Doctor Caroline please, I do not want to fight you!"
"I don't care what you want! I want to fight you. I want to see you suffer. I want to hear you beg for forgiveness for all the pain you have caused."
"Caroline, stop!"
Turning away from a kneeling Thor, she saw Loki standing in the doorway, magnificent in his armor and helmet. Passion blazed through her as she looked at him, and while she had meant to finish dealing with Thor before he arrived, she was glad now that he would get to see her retribution on his behalf.
"I think the scepter has her in its thrall," Thor told Loki earnestly.
"I can see that," Loki disappeared his knives and spread his hands wide. "It is all right, my love. I am here. Whatever the stone is telling you, it is a lie. You have to fight it."
"But it's not a lie. Thor abused you for centuries. I am merely helping him atone for that."
"I am fine darling, truly. I don't need you to make him suffer on my behalf. Why don't you just give me the scepter."
"Um, no. That is a BAD idea!"
"Shut up Stark!"
Caroline had barely noticed the man hover beside Loki in his armor, large case clutched in his hands.
"We're supposed to put the scepter in the case, remember?" Stark held out the box.
"No one is taking the scepter from me," Caroline clutched it along with the gun. "I mean to use it to -"
"To right the wrongs done to me?" Loki finished for her. "My love, your human life is not long enough. And I do not need you avenge me. I just need you. Please, Min kjaereste, drop the scepter."
"He is stronger," the voice said in her mind. "You should do as he says. Hand us to him. Yes, and then he will make Thor pay in ways you could never even imagine. He will make it all right for both of you."
Caroline faltered. Should she give Loki the scepter? He did have a power she did not possess. Still, it felt so good to be so strong!
"And maybe drop the gun too, while you're at it?" Stark added, earning him dual glares from Loki and Caroline.
"If you have the scepter, you won't need me anymore," Caroline fretted. "With it, I can be your equal."
"I will always need you, Caroline. And you are more than my equal, with or without the scepter."
"What the hell are you all doing in my mother fucking office?"
"And more to the point, why has no one arrested the alien fugitive?"
Caroline's eyes whipped from where they had been glued to Loki's face to see Fury and Pierce behind him in the small office room.
"He's the one!" the voice screamed in her head. "The one who tried to kill Loki. He will try it again, unless you do it first!"
"Pierce," Caroline hissed moving the gun from where she had it trained on Thor to target the secretary. "Just who I was hoping to see! Prepare to say goodbye."
Warnings: Fluff/Smut; Dressing reader up a bit, oral (fem receiving), biting, leaving minor marks/hickeys, squirting (not overly graphic), reader not liking her body, possessive Loki
Summary: Loki overhears how you find your body, specifically your thighs, repulsive. Therefore he makes it his mission to show you how much he adores them.
Word Count: 1795
Notes: Inspired & encouraged to be written by @lokioneshots & @lokifantasies go check them out!
It’s been 2 years since you met the god of mischief. Despite his mischievous nature, you quickly fell for him, flaws & all. You knew he wasn’t entirely good, but he also wasn’t entirely bad. You were his secret though. His very special secret. No one knew you were with him, not even the avengers. Loki went to great lengths to keep you hidden from any & all prying eyes not just for your own personal safety, but also because you were his & his alone. Loki had made this extremely clear, going as far as to setting you up nicely in a very lavish home, with lavish clothes, food that was delivered every week discreetly, ect ect. Anything you wanted or needed you got it.
Sure it was a bit possessive, whether it be making men & women disappear before your eyes, though he ensured you they weren't harmed in the process. But you didn’t know if it was true, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt. He was on a probation of sorts upon returning to earth after Ragnorok with Thor & his people. Other ways he reminded you that you where his was by taking you in various ways, making sure to remind you who you belonged to, but you had learned to live with it. You loved him probably more than you loved yourself. In fact you had convinced yourself this was all out of love. Even if it was a bit strange & toxic. He was just new to all this you thought. He was learning something new from you everyday, slowly trying to convert himself into a better god for you.
On this particular day you sat alone in your home, staring at yourself in the mirror on the floor in your room. You had never liked your appearance despite Loki praising you as the most beautiful woman he had seen. You just didn’t see what he saw. Your eyes fell to your thighs, your least favorite part of your body. You couldn’t put your finger on what you disliked most about them. Maybe it was the freckles, the faint few stretch marks, or the way they pudged out when you sat.
You let out a sigh trying to distract yourself with anything else but your depressive episode pushed on, after a while you longed for Loki. Great now you were sad about that. A few tears skipped past your eyes due to the mix of emotions. You huffed, slapping your cheeks trying to get ahold of yourself before the god's appearance was in the mirror. You jumped with a shriek whipping your head around to see him hovering above you.
“L-Loki… when did you get here?” You asked meekly.
“Well, I had a few days of freedom, but that doesn’t matter. Why are you crying pet?” He inquired, tilting his head a bit trying to conceal his concern.
“I-it’s nothing. I just missed you.” She lied partly.
“Hm is that all? You could have called for me, or summoned me back.” Loki replied, raising a brow not believing that was the only reason. Many different types of reasons stewed in his head causing his Patients to thin fairly quickly.
“I… I just didn’t want to bother you over something so trivial.” You pushed trying to sound convincing. You knew it was in vain though. You could see his patient thinning & his concern growing. You sighed before patting the floor signaling to him that you wanted him to shit with you. He obliged of course with a huff. You leaned against him, taking in his scent, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong I’ll get up.” He threatened, patting your head, running his fingers through your hair afterwards .
“I just, sometimes I don’t love certain parts of myself. I don’t understand how you find those parts appealing if that makes sense. It’s stupid I know.” You admitted vaguely to the god. Waiting for a response from him.
Loki pursed his lips trying to figure out if you meant physical or personality traits. “What parts? Talk about it with me.”
“Body parts.” You said bluntly pulling away slightly, in which Loki wrapped his arm around you pulling you back.
“Which body parts?” He asked, staring you down. He was very adamant about trying to figure this out with you so he could prove to you that he genuinely meant what he said. You were utterly gorgeous to him. It was as if you were sculpted by the universe soley for him.
“My thighs… like I said it’s stupid Loki.” You sighed trying not to get emotional all over again.
“Really? Well I’d say those are your best physical attribute in my opinion.” He said with a smirk before rising to his feet pulling you up as well.
“Follow me darling. I’m going to prove it to you.” He said with a tad more Pride than you expected.
Loki led you into your walk-in closet making you stand on a podium in the middle as he sighed through your skirts. Finally settling on one that would accentuate your hips but also short enough to bring the perfect amount of attention to your flawless thighs. During his sifting he also found a rather gorgeous set of thigh highs that would hug them perfectly and it accented them skirt beautifully.
When he came back and stood before you with the garments you fidgeted unsure of his intentions.
“May I?” he said, gesturing to the new clothing in which you nodded yes.
“Alright then close your eyes so you don’t ruin the surprise.” He whispered, waiting for you to obey. He waved his hand in front of you a few times before slipping off your shorts slowly. The raven haired man swallowed hard as you stepped out of them, your white laced thong teasing him vigorously. He opened the skirt helping you step in pulling it up slowly. You could feel his heavy breath tickle your skin as he did so, sending goosebumps across your skin. After adjusting the waist Loki ready the thigh highs, pulling them up as well kissing top of them on each side after.
He rose standing behind you, placing his hands over yours eyes breathing down your neck. “Are you ready love?” He asked a bit excited.
You nodded again as he removed his hands & you opened your eyes. You didn’t see any difference unfortunately, yes the skirt was cute & the socks too. But you just didn’t see what he saw & Loki could tell. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit upset that you still weren’t convinced.
“Fine, then I’ll just worship you.” He simply said before grabbing your waist & tossing you over his shoulder. A shriek escaped your lips which he greeted with a soft slap to your ass. The soft sting immediately causing you to stifle any further noises. You knew this meant to hush up as it was one of his types of non verbal warnings.
Loki strode out the closet through the room dropping you on your bed.
“Now sit.” He said sternly before snapping his fingers. His outfit changed from his fine asgardian leather to a more casual refined look. A dark turtleneck & dress pants. He crawled onto the bed next to you tracing his fingers up your legs over your thighs. Eventually leaning down patting them slightly. Kissing the pudge that stuck out the top of the socks.
You covered your mouth as you watched from above watching him worship your thighs. Despite knowing his innocent intentions he started a fire inside you. Once that began to drench the thin fabric of your thong.
Loki continued eventually pushing your skirt up further, his innocent intentions becoming sullied as he caught whiff of your arousal.
“Mm it seems you’ve mistaken my intentions here.” He murmured in an attempt to restrain himself.
“You're gorgeous in every way, you’ve been sculpted perfectly. Your imperfections make you unique & beautiful. Let me worship you my love. Please let me show you how much I adore this part of you.” Loki spoke as he kissed your thighs. Occasionally nipping & sucking at them leaving his marks of love. He moaned like a hungry animal as he grew closer to your heat.
“I believe you Loki. I see it now. I’ll try to love myself more.” You whimpered, clenching the sheets beneath you as you wreathed. Loki immediately threw his forearm over your waist pinning it down.
“Shh it’s ok, let me take care of you.” He said as his icy eyes darkened with lust as he ripped the thin Lacey thing from your dripping cunt.
“Do I really affect you this much? Do you like being worshiped like a goddess darling? You must because you're absolutely dripping, like a whore for me.” He teased before running his tongue over your folds. The taste of your sweet arousal causing his cock to twitch within the confines of his pants.
“You do— fuck right there.” You cried back. Tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes.
“God you’re so sweet.” He mumbled into your cunt as he circled his tongue around your swollen bud. His other hand gripping your left thigh, almost hard enough to leave bruises. He moaned against your cunt the vibrations quickly pulling you towards your high. Your stomach tightened as your breaths became raged and uneven. Loki held you still as he tongue fucked your swollen pussy relentlessly, eagerly waiting for you to snap so he could drink your heavenly juices.
“P-please don’t stop! More please!” You pleaded blatantly screaming your prayers if released at him.
He listened to coarse groaning as he skillfully ate you. His silver tongue reached everything it was meant to and more.
You let out a choir of moans as your cure finally snapped your back arching as your hands gripped his hair tugging at it violently as you pushed your cunt further into his mouth so he could enjoy everything that you squirted out.
Loki groaned, grinding over your bed as he gulped everything he could before pulling away, staring up at your afterglow. He knew you were probably seeing white, therefore that meant you needed a few moments before he made an attempt to shelter his cock inside you.
“I think that’s the most you’ve given me pet.” Loki complimented as he inched closer to your face locking his lips with yours. Mixing your arousal into your shared kiss, his cock poking your leg hinting that he too needed release now. You giggled as you pulled away for a breath.
“Do I really affect you this much?” You teased using his previous words against him with a smirk waiting for the punishment that might have came from it with no regrets.
"You know you belong to us and we'll anyone who tries to change that." With whoever two you're feelin with our boy
There's a moment of silence.
Then Tony crosses his arms -- slowly because his bruised ribs hurt like hell -- and raises his eyebrows. Pointedly.
If he could pull of the Glare of Doom™, he'd be aiming for that. But that's really more Natasha's thing than his, so the eyebrows and unamused expression will have to do.
"You wanna try that again?" he asks drily when it becomes clear that Loki hasn't noticed -- or is ignoring -- Tony's wordless demand.
Darcy doesn't look up from where she's scrolling on her phone. Clearly she's got better things to do than help Loki climb out of the hole he dug himself into. Probably plotting revenge.
Or possibly tweeting about Thor's latest attempt to conquer the microwave.
(Let's just say Tony's gonna need a new microwave and leave it at that. Please.)
Loki sighs the most put-upon sigh Tony has heard since his MIT-days where he's put a lot of effort into exasperating a certain professor of his. The asshole even rolls his eyes like he thinks Tony's just being silly but he's gonna take the grown-up road and indulge him.
Joke's on Loki because Tony's never chosen a grown-up option in his life.
"Yes, yes, you belong to yourself and no one else. Now can we kill that insignificant worm for touching you?"
Tony smirks.
"What makes you think there's anything left for you to kill?"
Warnings: graphic sex scenes, sex without protection, lots and lots of fluff between the smut because I'm just a hopeless romantic and think that Loki would be too if he really fell in love with anyone. Also, I wanted to take out the sad connotation this picture has. Enjoy♥
You were sitting on a bar stool in Avengers Tower. The party has already started even though the majority of the Avengers haven’t come back from their mission yet: a miscalculation of the billionaire. However, since Natasha and Wanda didn’t go on this mission, you were chatting along with them as you waited for the rest to join you. The rest of Avengers Tower’s common room was packed with people you didn’t know, but the girls have told you they were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
When the guys finally arrived at the tower, there was a big round of applause and clamouring for the heroes. You clapped along with everyone else with a smile on your face and you dared take a tentative glance at Loki. His long black curly hair was messy from the battle and he had some small cuts on his beautiful face, but otherwise, he was alright. Even when he was all sweaty and dirty from battle, he still took your breath away and he hasn’t even looked at you yet. It has been some months since Loki joined the Avengers -much to Thor’s happiness- but your relationship has started way before that. You kept it a secret from everyone and the first reason he had joined the Avengers was to have an excuse whenever you two wanted to meet. It was almost all the time, so Loki rarely left for Asgard and when he did, he never took long to come back to you. All of them except for Tony didn’t change their armour and just started drinking and relaxing. You kept chatting with the girls, although men were suddenly surrounding you. You thought it was for the girls, after all, Natasha and Wanda were gorgeous. However, after a while, you noticed that they were flirting with you.
You smiled politely and turned them down one by one, but the girls kept pushing you to accept someone. They said that you have been alone far too long and it didn’t matter how many times you told them you were fine -more than that, actually, but nobody knew about it-, they kept introducing you to new men.
This is going to end in disaster, you thought as you politely declined another invitation to dance.
As if you have foreseen the future, you felt Loki’s presence right next to you. You didn’t dare look at him since you felt his level of fury reaching the skies: he irradiated it just by standing there. You gulped down your glass in one swallow before leaving it on the bar: you sensed that you were going to need your hands to be free. You thought that Loki would cast his daggers right away and start killing, but you shrieked with surprise when, turning you around to face him, grabbed your waist and joined your lips in a passionate kiss. Without a second thought, you rested your hands on his strong shoulders and kissed him back with the same intensity. The whole party went silent out of a sudden, the only sound in the common room was that of the soft music in the background. Loki kept you glued to his body once he pulled apart to look at everybody at the party.
“She is mine,” He growled in a deep voice and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He made circles on your lower back with his thumb and that had you biting your lower lip. “If anyone of you dares to think about her, I will end all of your pathetic lives.”
After stating that, he carried you bridal style out of the common room and on to his bedroom. You have been there countless times before, but every time you had to enter hiding and look behind your shoulder because nobody should know about you and Loki. Now that the secret was no more, you felt free. You giggled and hugged him tighter, even when he was still angry, you felt extremely happy. Once you entered his bedroom and Loki closed the door behind you, he let you stand on your feet but he kept hugging you by the waist. You caressed his chest, without being able to erase the smile from your face. You didn’t even care that he was all dirty and covered in blood from other creatures.
“I apologise for not asking you before, darling. I just lost my temper,” Loki whispered looking at you with an apologetic face. His green eyes betrayed him though: he was proud of what he did, and he would do it again if given the circumstances.
“You don’t need to apologise. Now that everybody knows about us, we don’t need to hide anymore. I’m happy,” You answered him while caressing him everywhere you could reach. “Besides, now I can brag about how the hottest god in the universe is mine,” Your hands finally settled on his chest where you could feel his slow heartbeat. It was always relaxing for you. Loki chuckled.
“I am glad we think alike, then,” He gave you a sweet peck on the lips. “I need a shower…would you maybe want to join me?” Loki asked you tilting his head to one side and flashing you one of his seductive smiles.
You just push him a little for him to get going into the en suite. Soon enough you were both naked under the hot water from the shower. You were washing him all up and massaging his tired muscles in the process which earned you hot grunts from Loki. When you finished your thorough washing-up of the body of your god, you just stood there admiring his tall and lean frame. He slowly opened his emerald-like eyes which had remained closed during this whole time and gave you a look that you knew perfectly well its meaning and had you shivering with anticipation. Without him having to ask, you slowly knelt in front of him, resting your hands on your thighs and looking at him through your eyelashes. Fortunately, the water from the shower didn’t bother you since his frame protected you. Loki passed his thumb through your lips slowly caressing them.
“Open up,” He commanded with a raspy voice and let out a grunt when you obeyed him without hesitation and open your mouth. “Good girl,” Loki praised while still caressing your lower lip with his thumb.
Loki aligned his big veiny cock with your mouth and you did your best to stay in your place. You knew how much Loki liked being in control, and even when you were dying to have his cock in your mouth, you were going to please him. Loki let the tip of his cock brush your mouth and you looked up at him, asking for permission. He just smiled at you and caressed your cheek, giving you a small nod. You lick the tip of his cock and then swirl around it making Loki push forward. You welcomed his cock in your watering mouth and suck it eagerly. Loki then started to thrust into your mouth and you let him use you as he pleased.
“Yes, darling, you’re the only one who can please me like this, f-fuck…” Loki praised in between grunts and moans.
You hummed in appreciation for his praising and his cock twitched inside your mouth feeling the vibrations from your throat. Loki grabbed your head and thrust even harder into your mouth, fucking it merciless and you did your best to keep up with his maddening rhythm. He hit the back of your throat every time and you made sure to accompany that movement with a moan so he could feel the vibration, adding more pleasure.
“I’m so close, s-shit… Tell me, are you going to swallow everything, love?” Loki asked and although he wasn’t expecting an answer, you hummed in affirmation.
After a few more thrusts, you felt the first drops of semen in your mouth and he retreated almost completely. Loki let out a high grunt and a moan of your name that made you shiver. You kept on sucking him until there was no more to suck, and then you licked his whole length as if you were cleaning him up. You stood up carefully in the shower when you finished your ministrations and caressed Loki’s broad chest while he was recovering from his orgasm. You admired how his body was a perfect inverted triangle, with broad shoulders and chest and a slim waist. Loki was pure perfection, there was no doubt about that.
Loki looked at you with those breathtaking beautiful green eyes and then crashed his lips on yours. He kissed you feverishly and let his tongue play with yours as his hands caressed your naked body and glued it to his. You couldn’t help but moan at the proximity of you two and you buried one of your hands in his curly black hair. You shrieked when he grabbed your legs and pull you up, but quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles behind his back. Loki stepped out of the shower without stopping your kiss. However, you pulled back when he started to go back to the bedroom.
“Loki, what are you doing? I’m soaking wet!” You asked him surprised as he continued walking towards the bed.
“I intend to get you even wetter, darling,” Loki answered with a wink before letting you fall into the mattress.
His black sheets were now drenched but he didn’t seem to care at all. Loki opened your legs while he knelt in front of you in the bed, caressing every inch of skin he could get a hold of. You shivered under his touch: it was always magnetising for you. He then kissed with his mouth open the inside of your knee, going up your thigh dangerously close to where you wanted him the most, but not quite reaching it just yet. His gaze was all the time on you, not even leaving your eyes when he changed his ministrations to your other leg. He licked the water drops from your skin, changing them to his saliva which was way hotter from your point of view. You whimpered when he skipped completely your core to kiss your navel and your belly.
“Where do you want me, darling? Use your words,” Loki commanded while licking your upper belly and the lower part of your breasts, but not reaching your nipples.
“Here,” You pointed with your finger with a small pout. Loki chuckled and climbed up the bed until his nose was caressing yours.
“I told you to use your words, not your fingers. Say it,” Loki commanded and after the look he gave you, you would have done anything for him.
“I want you to lick my cunt, please, Loki,” You begged him in a whisper, feeling the heat on your cheeks.
“There is my beautiful girl,” He praised while lazily licking your lower lip. “I have one more question, though. Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue, darling?” Loki asked you trying to look innocent but his green eyes were full of mischief.
“Y-yes, please…” Your breath has already caught in your throat and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
Loki smiled and gave you a short peck on the lips before going down your body with his mouth. Not only was he kissing and liking, but he was biting his way down as well which made your breath even more erratic. Your whole body was fired up by his wonderful mouth and you felt that you were going to lose it if he didn’t give you your release soon. Luckily for you, you have pleased Loki so well in the shower that he intended to please you twice as much. When he finally reached between your legs, he licked your outer lips, making you moan his name so loudly that if anyone happened to pass by on the hall would hear you with no problems at all. He kissed, nibbled and sucked your clit as you let your hand grab a bunch of his wet black hair. Loki kept on teasing you a little bit more with his tongue before he let one of his long and slender fingers inside you. You kept moaning his name as if it were the only word you knew and met his movements with your hips and he kept sucking and circling your clit with that wonderful silver tongue of his. You felt your orgasm slowly growing, feeling a tickling sensation in your ankles that was going up your legs until it reached the exact spot where Loki was completely devoted to at the moment.
“L-Loki! F-fuck p-please, d-don’t stop!” You begged him as you felt your climax fast approaching.
Loki grunted against your sensitive skin but he didn’t stop his movements at all. What’s more, he added another two fingers inside you which made you scream. He curled his fingers inside you which made him rub that wonderful spot that had you seeing stars. Loki removed his fingers after a while and you whimpered at the loss, however, the movements of his tongue had you moaning in no time again. As your legs were now up his shoulders, it was easy enough for you to close your thighs until they were cupping Loki’s face to keep him in that place. As if he were able to sense what you were feeling, Loki knew exactly when you were about to reach your crest and thus he grabbed your hips to hold you close to his mouth. Before you were able to stop it because you wanted this moment to last as long as possible, your orgasm hit you hard. You cum with a scream of Loki’s name leaving your mouth as you tilted your head back the most the pillow allowed you to.
Before you were able to come back to reality after that wonderful orgasm, Loki climbed back up on the bed and entered you in one swift motion which made you moan higher and he groan louder as well. He stayed still completely inside you both of you breathing heavily. You didn’t need time to adjust to him: even when Loki was by far the biggest lover you ever had, you have had sex so many times and so frequently that your cunt ached for his cock when he wasn’t inside you. That was the effect he had on you. When you focused your gaze on his, looking at him with confusion clouding your features, Loki smiled before turning you both around, not pulling out of you at all.
“Ride me, my beautiful girl. I want to see you taking your pleasure from me, as only I can do it for you,” Loki commanded while caressing the sides of your body before finally settling his hands on your hips.
You started to slowly move up and down his length, feeling your oversensitive cunt react immediately to him. Loki loved having sex with you in this position mostly because he was able to see every reaction of your body to his. After a few movements, the slow pace you have settled wasn’t enough for any of you, so you started to move up and down faster, alternating with rolling your hips. Loki met your movements with his own, thrusting upwards. His grip on your hips became stronger, probably leaving finger marks on them, but you didn’t care at all. You loved it when Loki marked you as his, even when it was a secret and you needed a lot of make-up to hide the marks after. Now, you didn’t need to hide anything. That thought alone gave you more stamina so you moved faster.
“Gods, darling, you’re so wet, so open and ready for me always. From now on, I’ll always make you cum before I enter you,” Loki grunted while he admired the movement of your body on top of his. “How would you like that?”
“Yes, Loki, please,” You begged, looking at him for an instant before your pleasure made you close your eyes and throw your head backwards.
“You are mine. Only I can see you like this, only I can pleasure like this,” He claimed while one of his hands went up your back until it was buried in your hair. “Understood?” Loki asked while gritting his teeth to hold back the moans that threatened to escape his lips.
“I’m all yours, Loki.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl and cum for me, love.”
As if on cue, your orgasm hit you hard above him, making you shiver and scream out Loki’s name. After a few thrusts more, Loki followed you, filling you with his seed until it was too much and it started to come out of you. You fell on Loki’s chest and he hugged you tight against him. Some minutes passed by before you felt Loki pulling out of you and using his magic to clean you up. He always took care of you after sex, even after your first encounters. When he finished cleaning you up, Loki moved you both on the bed so he was able to hold you tight against the side of his body below the sheets. You rested your head on his chest, hearing how his heartbeat was calming down. You caressed him lazily, enjoying the afterglow of a great sex session when a thought interrupted your quietness.
“Were you waiting for the opportunity to tell everybody about us?” You asked him tilting your head up so you were able to see his beautiful face. You caressed his cheek while he looked at you with a smile.
“You cannot expect me to keep this secret forever, darling. Once I was sure that this was more than just sex, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make you mine and let everybody know about it,” Loki explained while caressing your cheek and smiling adoringly. You looked at him surprised.
“Firstly, I was yours from the moment we met. Then, what is ‘this’ according to you?” Loki chuckled.
“Oh, darling, you should know by now what I mean. But since you have been so good to me tonight, I will tell you: I love you and I intend to make you my princess,” He whispered the last part, although you heard him all the same because of your closeness. His pale cheeks were turning pinker as the seconds passed by.
“You do know that I love you, right?” Loki bit his lower lip.
“You do?”
“Oh, my sweet prince, of course I do. I have loved you for a long time now and I will love you until my last breath,” Loki’s smile could have brightened the whole planet and you were determined to keep that smile on his face as long as possible.
“Then, it’s settled,” He kissed your forehead lightly. “Let’s rest for a while, shall we? Then we can have something to eat…or I could eat you up,” He winked and you giggled.
Summary: Loki isn’t a good man. Loki knows exactly who he is — what he is. Loki has never embraced the cold, yet he despises warmth. And yet, for you, Loki will burn. Loki Laufeyson will burn, but only for his mortal.
Characters: Loki Laufeyson/(f)Reader
Warnings: mostly none, minor angst, mentions of torture and death
Word Count: 1254
Notes: Hello! I honestly don’t know what this is, but here you go. This is a bit different from my usual writing style and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I’m quite proud of how it turned out…? Forgive me, as this is a bit chaotic and all over the place, but it’s kind of the mood I’ve been in for the past few days. Again, I also apologize if I completely characterized Loki incorrectly, but here we go! Please let me know what you think, and any comments/feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks :)
Loki Laufeyson burns.
It’s ironic, isn’t it, how a frost giant succumbs to flame.
Loki isn’t a good man. No, Loki has always been selfish. Loki has always been about self preservation, about survival, about himself, even at the expense of others. Especially at the expense of others. Loki was content to dwell in the carefully constructed threads of his own reputation. Cruel. Heartless. Spiteful. Yes, Loki was all of these things, and he embraced them, if only to hide his true self.
Never in his life did Loki ever allow himself to hope for warmth of any kind, and Loki has lived a long life. How could he? As a frost giant, Loki simply accepted how he was always destined for the cold — always abandoned. After Odin, after Thor, after Frigga, Loki simply stopped trying. No, Loki would not chase relentlessly after people who constantly betrayed him. Why should he? Loki was not a helpless child left to die; he was a god, and gods did not plead. Gods did not cry, did not beg, did not bleed. Yet at the hands of the Mad Titan, Loki did plead. Loki cried and he begged and he bled, and Loki prayed. He prayed to Odin, to Frigga, Hel even to Laufey. Yet Loki’s cries fell on uncaring ears, and again Loki was left to stare at the backs of those he once trusted, marching towards a glory which did not include him.
Once Loki had returned — returned from the very pits of Hel, from dying a thousand deaths, he was a changed man. He knew it. Thor missed his brother: the mischievous, bright eyed trickster with whom Thor grew up with. Frigga missed her son: the eager, sharp boy who delighted in the arts of seidr. Odin, albeit silently, missed his son: the clever, level headed young man, desperate for his father’s approval. Most of all though, Loki mourned the man he once was. He mourned the hopeful boy who delighted in the pursuit of knowledge, who still held love for others, and who indulged in the simple delicacies of life. He mourned the man whose hands were not stained by a thousand deaths, whose eyes had not shed a thousand tears, whose mouth from which there had not been torn a thousand screams. Loki mourned the man who was not broken. For Loki was once a perfectly sculpted vase of the finest china, only to be dropped, smashed, and crushed repeatedly. Now Loki was nothing more than a fine powder, easily blown away by the slightest wind. Loki too, mourns the vase he once was. But them? No, they had no right to miss the man Loki was. Not when they all played a part in making him the man he is now.
You see, some things can be fixed. Others can’t. Kintsugi embraces one’s history, carefully putting together broken pieces back into a whole. But there is no process for powder. Not even a god — not even Loki — could piece powder back into a vase.
So he stopped trying.
Instead, Loki built up walls around his heart, carefully guarding the remaining powder of his soul, relentlessly preventing anything and anyone from venturing too close. Powder is so fragile, even more so than a vase. A gentle wind and the vase may sway, but the slightest breath could blow half of Loki’s soul away. And he already has precious little. Yes, Loki misses the man he was, misses the beautiful and regal and complete vase, but he fears the man he will become if he does not even have the sand of his soul. Loki cannot risk even the slightest wind, for his tether to his sanity is already so desperately strained.
And so Loki resigned himself to live out the rest of his days alone.
Yet she disagreed. Her delicate, fragile, mortal self saw completely through his wretched reputation, through his iced defenses, through the countless shields thrown around Loki’s pathetic powder of a heart. She walked up to Loki and phased through the dungeon bars through which his heart lived as if she alone held the key. Perhaps she always did.
Loki never wanted her warmth. Loki was content to guard his sanity and freeze for all of eternity. In fact, Loki hated any semblance of warmth. Any form of warmth too easily scorched his icy skin, burning the agony deep into his very bones. Yet here he is. Here Loki lies, willingly burning — all at the hands of a mortal. This mortal cradles Loki’s entire frozen heart in her carefully cupped hands. Loki remembers what she said to him, when he choked out an explanation for his pathetic shards of a heart, ashamed he could not give her more.
Loki the thing about powder is, you cannot keep it contained. You can’t grip it with all your strength in a vain attempt to keep it from blowing away. Much like sand at the beach, you have to gently cradle it in a loose palm. Yes, the wind will blow some of it away, but ultimately you will be left with more than you had. Loki, please, let me be fire to your sand. Let me burn you, so that you can be glass again.
Hence, the miracle of his mortal. Loki never expected to find acceptance, much less embrace warmth. Loki had come to terms with the loss of the man he once was, the soft young man who believed in love and art, who delighted in sweets and lazy mornings, who permitted himself to hope. Loki vowed never to think of the vase he once was, no longer reminiscing pointlessly only to drown in despair. But damn. She managed to warm him from the very grains of his shattered heart. Her patient hands pieced together his wrecked mind, soothing the scars with her gentle kisses. Her very soul, so different from Loki’s, melted his own, resurrecting a man he thought dead. For with his mortal, Loki does believe in love and art. He bakes with her and lies with her, and he allows himself to hope with her.
If Loki was the frozen terrain of Jotunheim, she embodied the fire of Muspelheim. It was fitting — Jotunheim and Muspelhiem, opposites in every way, yet bonded by the shared disdain from the Aesir. Sworn enemies, destined to bring about Ragnarok.
No, she would not bring about Ragnarok. How could she, frail and delicate and so unforgivingly mortal? Yet, she would be the cause for Ragnarok, for if Loki ever lost the fire that warmed him, he would burn the entirety of the nine realms just to feel a flicker of warmth. The world must pray they never see a time of Loki without her.
For now, Loki gazes at his mortal. She is tangled in the sheets, limbs haphazardly strewn over Loki’s own, mouth slightly agape, soft snores gently stroking his neck. She looks entirely helpless, vulnerable, powerless. Yet unbeknownst to this mortal, she single handedly protects the fate of all the realms. For as long as this mortal draws breath, Loki would do anything for her, protecting realms filled with wretched souls.
But as soon as the Norns take her, Loki will take everything else. Loki knows who he is. He knows he is a selfish man — a villain, if you will. If her grounding warmth ever leaves Loki, he will once again freeze: Loki will become so cold he burns.
Loki Laufeyson will burn, but only for his mortal.
